#-via a ref. so sad!!!!!!

[aftout]

this file was titled “the salts” and I don’t want to hear anything about it

[astral-cookiery]

Hugging Headcanons. || Ft: Dark Cacao Kingdom

A/n: Surprise surprise! Guess who's alive? Such absence was caused by me being bad at keeping a solid schedule and then wanting to play Crk more than I wanted to write. Things are now being worked on heavily though!

Maybe a tiny spoiler warning for episode 14 on Affogato's? It's the last two bullets, so you can just scroll right past it if you do not wish to see spoilers. It doesn't spoil too much, I don't think.

Dark Cacao Cookie

You low-key might suffocate a tiny bit depending on the context of your hug.

If he hasn't seen you for a while, (I.e. on an adventure with the other ancient heroes) you can expect to be trapped in his armored arms until he decides to go and rest after a draining trip.

If you happen to spontaneously hug him whilst somewhere public, he'll give you an awkward side hug in response, since he doesn't want to break the stony demeanor he maintains to the other cookies.

If you're having an emotional moment while hugging and someone else walks in, the expression he gives the intruder is enough to send them scrambling away and mumbling apologies.

The cape goes around both of you. And then you're trapped in a cave of warmth.

Affogato Cookie

Smug bastard. If you ask, he'll give you some holier than thou remark before obliging, making a grand gesture with his arms and inviting you to come closer. Don't worry, he won't bite.

He'll wrap both his arms around your shoulders and pull you into his chest.

Probably gives you some stupid (not) reassuring words if you happen to be upset about something.

Bestie is not good at comforting. He's had a hundred and one problems, but a sad cookie has not been one of them.

If his vibe wasn't totally off, he'd probably give pretty comfortable hugs, seeing how his elegant clothing is made with soft silks and lined with fine fur.

If, after the events of episode 14, you do encounter him again (and don't hate him), he will most likely gladly accept a hug. His holier than thou demeanor will not falter, but he was secretly looking for a little comfort after so much work went to waste.

His hugs are probably a little more genuine than they were during his time as Royal Advisor.

Caramel Arrow Cookie

Older sister vibes

She'll hug you pretty tightly more often than not. Usually in the child way where they intentionally squeeze you like a boa constrictor, except she's an adult with wilderness training and she is significantly stronger than a child.

Awkward sibling hug? Awkward sibling hug. *pat pat.* /ref

H o l d. She'll grab you under your arms and lift you up into a hug. She will attempt to do this regardless of if you are taller or heavier than her. Caramel Arrow is strong, do not underestimate her determination.

(Using the bow and arrow gives you good arm strength last I checked)

If she's feeling playful, she'll outright throw you into the snow afterwards. And then she'll sprint off as quickly as possible. Unless you happen to drag her down with you.

Hugs often turn into snowball fights.

Crunchy Chip Cookie

He was embarrassed the first time you hugged him, and probably hid his face against your shoulder.

Really aggressive hugger. He'll probably squeeze you as hard as he can.

H o l d. (pt 2.) Crunchy Chip Cookie is the type to try and pick you up with a hug, do the awkward backward lean so that he can actually get your feet off the ground, and then drop you. Believe it or not, picking someone up via hugs is not the easiest feat.

When he's determined to hug you after being out at his post for an extended period of time, he'll outright charge at you and then knock you into the snow.

Prepare to get mauled by an excited cookie and his equally excited cream wolves.

If Caramel Arrow wasn't there to pry him off, you'd probably freeze before you got the chance to get out of the snow again.

He will pretend to be sparring with you if anyone happens to walk by (ahem, Dark Cacao.) He doesn't want to look soft or anything! (Please imagine the thing cats do where they randomly attack you while petting them.)

End.

This is not beta-read, probably very ooc, and probably a little self indulgent, unapologetically.

[moosh2727]

I FINALLY GOT ACCESS TO ISSUE 71 OMG

this took forever but finally i get to see him!! spoilers ahead :3

first of all, amazing cover. jet and the gang look amazing just in that one snippet

extreme gear dodgeball... thats interesting, reminds me of the multiplayer modes in riders zg that was not racing but fun!

HOW DARE YOU MAKE MY BOY ANGRY wave helping jet focus is nice like in zero gravity 💚

the rouges being in shock is always so funny, im glad to see wave and storm join in on the fun 💚

WOAHHH LOL dang sonic's going hard!!

i now headcannon wave has a mindfullness youtube video she makes jet begrudgingly watch LOL 💚

i love seeing them using their gear more, it fuels my autism 💚💚💚

THIS IS SO FREAKING FUNNY I LOVE IT, AND HOW DARE SHE CRASH IN JETS GEAR!! anyway love him /p 💚

AMAZING I WANNA SEE HIM ANGRYYY, BEAT THEM UP JET!!! 💚100 gonna use this part for art ref because it looks so good

the silence is so loud in this picture i love it, i wonder what jets gonna do? 😊

oh my gosh this is so heartbreaking actually what the heck- ALSO WAVE TELLING JET TO RUN IS SO ON POINT

the story telling via art is on point, theres not much words needed to convey the emotions the characters are feeling

THEY HAVE A NEW ROOM, I REPEAT THEY HAVE A KITCHEEEEEEEEN, storm being the cook fits so well i love it.

the food (curry im guessing) fits their background and double points for looking extra yummy.

jet's first sentence fits him so well, im really glad they're doing good depiction with him and everything relating to them, considering the idw special where jewel broke her wing SUCKED because of idw ppl not thinking about where jet lives on the ship, so they made it SUPER inacurate.

it makes me happy to see storm contributing and not being a stupid fat joke like in free riders. we need to appreciate this silly guy who got brain damage from amy hitting him many times, and he still manages to fulfil jets orders.

storm doing this with his eyes is as good as his eyes in free riders, but way better than his weird blink in the zero gravity black hole cutscene

jet being ahead of the game and i love it!!! NEW MISSION LETS GOOO!!!!!! 💚💚💚💚

these riders designs are really helping me in the future with my own oc 🫶

OMG THE WIFE OF THE TRAIN CONDUCTOR FROM MURDER OF SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!!!

ouch my heart

oh gosh thats so sweet but sad ugh

jet has become more thoughtful! i just hope he doesn't lose his edge, but even if he does i'll love him anyway /p 💚

i love how much talented ppl are in this community, im so glad for more jet content via idw and fan creations. jet needs all the praise and love. 💚

Overall i loved this idw issue, i can always make the excuse " use more jet content!" but they did a really good job with expressing all the characters fairly. (still, i still want more jet tho :P)

i waited so long for this issue its crazy, idk why it took so long to come out digitally since i don't have the money to buy them in person.

knowing more rooms, might create an accurate layout of their blimp soon!

anyway, i got a gaming pc and not a stupid mac earlier this week, meaning that i can finally play free riders yayy!!!

[psychesetra]

i experimented a lil with the blender marker (i threw myself in a cardboard box and became homeless because i messed up /ref)

shes my babygirl i love her so much <3 i was so sad at the end of the movie tbh but at least i can immortalize her via sketchbook

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

Worbs

Share, ankle, head, or wrist?

Thank you for the worbs by wonderful friend <3

Share from thought i wanted love ('til you showed me what it was):

Four days later, James still hadn’t left.  After that first sleepless night, Jamie came up with a plan—one that allowed him to forgive his father, one Ted would be proud of him for. Jamie offered his house, and as long as James continued to attend AA meetings, he could stay. A change of scenery had helped Jamie; why wouldn’t it help James? His father ensconced himself in Jamie’s spare room, and it was fine.  It would be fine.  He would take it day by day, just like his father said they did in AA.  Jamie spent his second sleepless night debating whether he should tell anyone about his Dad. He definitely couldn’t tell Mummy. Maybe he could tell some of the team, though? Sam wouldn’t judge him, but he wasn’t sure he could handle their pitying faces. But he didn’t have to decide now, did he? He could always tell them later. Maybe his Dad would leave after a few days, and there wouldn’t even be anything to share.

I got 112 words on the sprint <3

Ankle from the home invasion fic:

“We found a safe in the basement. You’re going to unlock it for us.” The two began to drag Jamie towards the wall, only for his ankle to give out on him the first time he transferred weight to it. He would’ve crashed to the floor if he wasn’t being held upright. Jamie could feel where the bruises from their grip on his arms would be.  “There’s nothing in it, please,” Jamie begged. “Please just let me stay here. I’ll give you the code you can see for yourself. It’s just like my birth certificate and shit. A copy of my contract. Nothing worth anything. It’s just fireproof.” “Forgive me if I don’t believe you, mate. Let’s go.” Jamie had one last chance to make a break for it. 

Added 163 words on a sprint!

Head from it makes me mad, it makes me sad, i break in half:

Roy followed closely but went immediately to the tub, turning the knob and testing the water before rummaging for bubbles under Jamie’s sink. Jamie watched with interest as he filled the tub with the bubbles and then added Epsom salts. Roy disappeared, and Jamie slowly peeled his t-shirt off. It hurt to lift it over his head, and Jamie wasn’t sure he’d be able to lift his arm on the side with the bruised ribs. He slipped from his shorts as Roy re-entered the bathroom, holding a cup, a couple of towels and a face cloth.  “What’re you doing, mate?” Jamie asked.  “Going to help you,” Roy said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

And added 193 words via sprint!

Wrist from if i glued myself shut, you would find your way in:

Jamie concentrates on watching Monroe the rest of the match while keeping to his position as best he could. The good news is Monroe isn’t as keen to stay in his position and keeps drifting to Jamie knocking into him at any point or attempting to tackle him. Monroe is angry, but Jamie’s angry and fast, so most of his attempts don’t succeed.  But as the match ticks on, each step jars Jamie’s wrist, and the pain is zapping his energy, Jamie can feel the adrenaline leaving his body as he struggles to keep up with his team and opponent. It’s injury time when Monroe finally catches Jamie flat-footed, and Jamie goes down hard, rolling a few stops. The refs award a free kick, and Jamie struggles to remember to breathe, feeling as if a knife has somehow embedded itself in his wrist and thumb. 

And I added 404 words in a sprint!

[raptorrobot]

I love playing toys!!

How do you think Icarus would be if all the bad stuff didn’t happen to him and he remained an angel up until the events of the Ultrakill game?

What was the designed process like for Icarus (both prime and angel)? Were there any details you had solidified all the way through or things that changed over time?

ouhhhh what an interesting query !!!!

genuinely in that case i think 3-2 would be a dual fight with both of them involved. that's gabriel's guard dog ! he's still going to be taking that seraph everywhere with him !

icarus prime also wouldn't be canon in this scenario either ! no divorce fights no attempted suicide no second death just two angels against the world

and; oughh . i love this second question so so much. i will be yapping about it under the cut

why explain the basics when i can just show them ! here's icarus' first ever ref sheet compared to his most recent one;

yeauh . big differences

most notably: he was not originally a prime soul, he was just a fallen angel ! hence the shackles and funky satanic imagery patterns on him

the scariest part: AH !!!! TWINK !!!!!!! he was SO skinny back then it almost makes me Sad looking at it now . it was an intentional design note, as at this point in his development i wanted him to look like an emaciated animal - but his fatness is so important to him now that seeing him without it is DEEPLY jarring

some consistencies: his hooves, claws, and head have always remained consistent in his design ! i've just always loved the shape language of them too much to change . i actually tried to phase out the more animalistic parts of him (hooves & claws) when developing him into a prime soul (to be more consistent with the two canon ones) but i just. couldn't . they were so integral to his design at that point that i couldn't imagine him without them . and of course, his head is pretty much the exact same from the point of conception; the cross-face, dual horns and head wings have only changed via stylistic evolution and nothing more <3

colours: they're So Different now . since he originally belonged to heresy rather than violence, i really wanted to hammer in that red - which persisted up until somewhat recently, when i phased it out for the full blue/silver scheme . his prime form and angel form now share an almost identical colour palette, which i think is fun ! another reason for getting rid of the red was because i wanted him to stand stark against the colours of violence (specifically red & white); as minos does wifh gluttony and sisyphus does with heresy. it also makes him look softer :]

in regards to his angel form; i cannot find any old refs of it unfortunately but the change in that design has been even MORE drastic . though one thing that has always been super important to it is the silver metal; he has always supposed to look like a subordinate . being bereft of colour and the brighter hues of angels like gabriel is a Very Important Contrast that i like emphasising

the black metal in his design is a recent change though ! it used to be silver and white up until recently, not silver and black . the reasoning behind this one is that i'm a sucker for dark colour schemes in armour and it looks cool . it's an excuse to make him look more intimidating too since he's a bodyguard !

[bigbongdongsolong]

Belladonna of sadness is such a

🪧

Kanashimi No Belladonna by Eiichi Yamamoto, 1973

Now that u watched this masterpiece time to throw some light into the ori go back of the story for future ref.

Via EG

The content of Belladonna's story was radically different from any other animated feature up to that point, Japanese or otherwise, but its method of storytelling was just as radical.

It becomes apparent early on when viewing Belladonna of Sadness (Kanashimi No Beradona) that this film is quite unique. Certainly the first, and possibly the only animated film that might be classified in the pinku genre. But even though the film is supposedly animated, nothing seems to be moving at first. You instead see a series of elegantly designed still drawings depicting a harmonious wedding between a peasant couple in 14th century France, as a woman sings her narration in the soulful style of a 70s rock opera.

This is the film's only joyous scene, as moments later the new groom is pleading with the local land baron to reduce the marriage tax he can't afford. The baron instead decides to exercise his "droit de seigneur" with the bride. It is here, several minutes into the film, that full animation is finally used, in order to depict the rape of the virgin bride with metaphorical imagery much more disturbing than what a literal depiction of the same events could provide.

A sign of things to come, as this is only the first in a series of tragic events that push this woman, through desperation, into the world of witchcraft.

Belladonna of Sadness is the product of an animation studio that knew it was doomed, and it shows. Osamu Tezuka's Mushi Productions, which had been so successful producing TV series like Astroboy and Kimba in the 60s, was faltering badly in the early 70s for a variety of reasons related to the oil crisis and Japan's economy in general. But in actuality, Mushi Pro's first venture into feature animation, 1969's 1001 Nights, had been successful enough to spawn a second film in 1970, Cleopatra.

Tezuka, always a trailblazer, had decided that Mushi Pro's feature films would be made to appeal to adult audiences so as to expand the potential for animation as a film medium (whether these first two films succeeded in that regard is debatable). But even though these two features did relatively well at the Japanese box office, the economy was beginning to take a toll on Mushi Pro, and Tezuka refused to downsize. When Tezuka left the studio in 1971 to focus on manga, the remaining employees must have known they were on the road to bankruptcy.

A filmmaker has two choices in a situation like this: cut your losses and go out with a whimper, or pour all your remaining resources and effort into one final, revolutionary labor of love. The folks at Mushi Pro chose the latter option and Belladonna is the result. Predictably, the film had a dreadful theatrical run of only 10 days and Mushi Pro went bankrupt within a few months.

A sort of late 60's psychedelic Art Nouveau revivalism inspired by the likes of Aubrey Beardsley's Victorian parodies, which were likewise inspired by erotic-grotesque shunga prints, thus coming full circle back to Japan.

Belladonna is an adaptation of La Sorcière, the 1862 novelized history of satanism and witchcraft in the late middle ages. The book was written by feminist, freethinker, and Frenchman Jules Michelet, who, like many other post-revolution French intellectuals, was eager to condemn the barbaric European forces of the prior few centuries. In Michelet's story, the practice of witchcraft is not simply the leftover trace of ancient pagan traditions, but an active rebellion against an oppressive church and system of government. While the church expected serfs to suffer and slave away during their time on earth with only the promise of a better afterlife to console them, witchcraft provided a glimpse of happiness in the here and now. Where the church feared the imperfections of nature, witchcraft embraced them. Where the church could only respond to ailments with prayer and holy water, witchcraft offered painkillers and psychoactive potions from datura plants.

According to Michelet, the spirit of rebellion and experimentation found in 14th century witchcraft was a progenitor of the enlightenment values yet to come. Furthermore, this was a movement led by women, those who likely suffered the most at the hands of the church and the feudal system. He insinuates that society's emancipation from oppression is contingent on female liberation and sexual empowerment. It's easy to imagine how these ideas must have resonated with the revolutionary leftist Japanese filmmakers of more than a century later (yes, they were working in animation too).

The film adaptation of La Sorcière is often very faithful to the book, to the point of replicating much of its dialogue. It tells the story of an archetypal witch (unnamed in the book, named Jeanne in the movie) who suffers a series of misfortunes that lead her down the path from being a chaste, obedient peasant's wife, to giving in to her awakened earthly desires, to finally blossoming into the bride of Satan himself.

The process of selling one's soul to the Devil can be interpreted literally or metaphorically, but keep in mind that at least according to Michelet, those who would enter into such a pact in the middle ages presumably believed they were literally sacrificing eternity for just a glimmer of relief from a cruel and bleak life. A pact with Satan was the ultimate act of desperation, not just a casual mistake. On the other hand, none of the "powers" that Jeanne acquires from the Devil require any sort of supernatural explanation. They are simply things that Medieval society has withheld from her: an independent spirit, a liberated sexual libido, communion with nature, an inquisitiveness that allows her to discover the medicinal properties of plants, an air of confidence that enhances her powers of persuasion.

Her relationship with the Devil may be nothing but a psychological coping mechanism for the brutality she suffers.

The content of Belladonna's story was radically different from any other animated feature up to that point, Japanese or otherwise (Ralph Bakshi included), but its method of storytelling was just as radical. The film was designed by illustrator Kuni Fukai, whose drawings may appear to be more Western than Japanese.

But his style seems to be a sort of late 60's psychedelic Art Nouveau revivalism inspired by the likes of Aubrey Beardsley's Victorian parodies, which were likewise inspired by erotic-grotesque shunga prints, thus coming full circle back to Japan. Much of the film features Fukai's drawings directly, with the camera panning over still frames, but the film often transitions seamlessly into full animation thanks to animation director Gisaburo Sugii.

This extra motion tends to happen during the film's numerous sex scenes, but they are generally not visually explicit. Instead, they are animated in a variety of highly stylized expressionistic ways, taking full advantage of animation's ability to caricature form and motion. Because of the film's aesthetic appearance and radical themes, it sometimes appears to be very much a product of its time--the early 70's--which is either good or bad depending on who you ask (the biggest giveaway is its great psychedelic rock / jazz fusion soundtrack which is occasionally reminiscent of J. A. Seazer). But it's important to remember that it is based on source material from over a century before, and that there really are no other comparable movies from that period that would justify an implication that it's at all derivative.

The story of an archetypal witch who suffers a series of misfortunes that lead her down the path from being a chaste, obedient peasant's wife, to giving in to her awakened earthly desires, to finally blossoming into the bride of Satan himself.

Japanese animation was still in its prolonged adolescence in 1973 (you could argue that it still is today). It was only five years earlier that adult political and social themes had begun to make an appearance in anime with Horus, Prince of the Sun. There had not been much experimentation with form or design aside from Tezuka's own independent shorts.

It's closest-related cousin is probably Hiroshi Harada's adaptation of ero-guro manga artist Suehiro Maruo's Midori, similar both for its technique of alternating short scenes of full animation with a "slideshow" of still images, and also for its story of unrelenting cruelty. The film probably has more in common with films from the likes of Koji Wakamatsu than it does with other anime.

Granted, it certainly took longer to make and cost a bit more than a typical pinku film (though it's clearly a low-budget flick), but like many of the best films in that genre, Belladonna manages to promote some form of feminist ideology while simultaneously exploiting the entertainment value of crass misogyny.

[fox0war]

Okay pspsps come one come all I finally m going to make a proper intro for some of my cerifikn characters so y'all can meet them!! ------------ Also please consider joining the group! It's an ARPG (Art Role Playing Game) with several species, easy to aquire MYOs, a Semi-Open species for any and all newbies, and great community! Plus various other things I love! It is 16+ to join though so keep that in mind ------------ Anyways, now that we're done with that lil bit, are you ready to meet my lil cast? ;D (all refs here will be the most recent as of posting! Some may need to be updated in the future do to lore or just being outdated lol)

First off: My first character! It feels only appropriate to shine a light on her! Say a proper hello to Moss! She is a Smog-Imp! A type of Abyss demon which is also a very large single cell organism! She, in particular, is a 'Tundra' form one! Which means she's quite fluffy, has teeth on her mask (the bird skull looking thing), and unlike other Smog-Imps can consume meat! Though, she tends to stick to the standard plant diet anyway. She's also a serial adopter! She has much too many kids for me to list ATM but who knows, maybe she could adopt you too!

She's also in a relationship with the mysterious NPC named Vlad! Who while technically an NPC, is also a character owned by @pikku-peruna! A good friend of mine who is also the group's owner! (Say a friendly hello to them for me!) Moss was gotten through a 2021 MYO event! She's one of my most used characters :D ------------ Now you all, if you've been following me, have met Pho'Bous before via his stories! And while his ref is somewhat out of date, he is also quite darling to me! Also gained through that 2021 MYO event (Which is what spurred me to join in the first place, fun fact!) it took me ages to get his design down on paper (or well, screen?) in a way I enjoyed! His design only being fully settled a year and a few months later! Fun fact, this sad little man was originally going to be a dragon themed guitar player, but I like this sad little we cat way better XD

He is also one of my most used characters! If that wasn't already evident in how many posts I've made writing stories for him lol. He's currently on track to become a necromancer but shhh.. nobody tell him that <3 ------------ Ah yes a more recent one! Pri'tas was designed in 2023 as part of one of the group's design challenges! (Yet another free way to gain characters) Blessed with all of the "Master's Traits", mysterious features gained from an even more mysterious and unknown "Master". Pri'tas, himself, never met him, the Master just owed his parents a favor, but Pri'tas is now very dedicated to him. The Master didn't know what he was signing up for I guess, eh?

The government is currently looking for him too, no not because of all the murder, silly! But because having all of the Master's traits gives you mysterious powers, powers that they want to research. So uh, maybe don't tell anyone you saw him here, k'ay? (; ------------ I have tons of other characters too! Such as a traveling trader, a harpy-like Smog-Imp trying to escape the same cult Pho'Bous loves so very much, and did I mention the several demigods? Well, I have those too! Feel free to ask about them or any of these characters! but the best place to ask is in the group, where I post about all my characters much more often! ------------ One more time, credit to @pikku-peruna! Owner of the group and species here! Go say hi to her for me <3 (And respect their pronouns or else I'll punt you)

[the-elder-beato]

coincidentally finished Lotus's full color ref sheet today too lol. They're a sea angel able to communicate and change their expressions via their "face"! they're a lot of fun to come up with ideas for :) lore under the read more if anyone cares to read it

Lotus is a sea angel-esque creature hailing from an underwater kingdom known and seen by few. They are a mage of few words, and tend to express their emotions via their "face", a translucent orange orb within their head. It can change shape to indicate a variety of different expressions (a heart to express adoration, a question mark to express confusion, a water drop to express sadness, etc) and prefer to communicate this way whenever possible. Their specialty is water-based magic, most commonly in the form of bubbles produced by their bubble wand scepter. Despite it resembling a toy, it's actually a very powerful weapon imbued with the magical strength of an aquamarine crystal given to them by their family. They can also heat and freeze the water they control at will, so they are able to wield ice just as effectively. They train with Wisteria (one of my other OCs) to further their own strength and teach Wisteria the ins and outs of aquatic-based magic. Lotus came to know Wisteria and Peony (another OC) after washing up on a beach the two happened to be exploring. Severely dehydrated and practically wilting from the heat, they were taken to Wisteria's home to be treated as best they could. When asked who they were and where they came from, all they could answer back with was a name; the rest of their memories had been lost during whatever treacherous event led them to become stranded on the beach. From that day forward, they joined the other two mages in the hopes of regaining their lost memories and strengthen their magical abilities in the process. Having come from an arctic sea, Lotus prefers the winter season, the colder the better. As long as they have a steady access to a source of water, however, they can mostly tolerate warmer weather. They also have a great interest in gemstones, owing to their curiosity surrounding the aquamarine crystal affixed to their wand that they washed up with.

[chimeofthecomet]

4, 14, 19, and 25 for the end of year asks !!

HIIII ION hope youre doin good c:

4 - movie of the year?

ok loveeee movies and without divulging into surrealist stick figure stuff i’d say another i loved wassss nimona !!! animated, lgbt, found family story, im HOOKED

14 - favourite book you read this year?

theres a lot of books i Started this year and kind of forgot about but one that i read the whole of in a sitting was this really sweet graphic novel i got (on the trip down for newsies !!) called “ the girl from the sea “ which was a girls selkie love story which. i was ALL OVER and fueled selkie au in my mind and altogether was a really cute read :3 Unfortunately the books now water damaged which is kind of fitting

19 - what are you excited about for next year?

Ouoououhh !! next year i’ll be going to university which is the craziest and scariest thing on my mind,, gonna meet new people gonna live on my own,, the ball is rolling up,, a year from now things will be very different but they will be good. ALSO SEEING HADESTOWN YIPPEEEEEEE

25 - did you create any characters this year?

this has made me realise i think abt my ocs all the time but i Literally have like three or four in total. This year ive been re-doing the ref sheet ( and still working on it im Slow ) for my baby darling beloved girlie esther,, figured out more story for her through daydreaming at night so basically im plopping this sad deer girl into a little village and shoving found family and love and girlfrienb into her via bakery :3

[snakerdoodlle]

“When you think they have found peace, I know that they have not.”

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Hello everyone, I have made a Red Queen OC :) Ahh I’ve been super excited to draw her!! I finally finished the ref sheet so meet Nell Freeman, a newblood born in Norta and bearing an ability called spirit-walking!

Her full info page (including general info, ability info, + backstory) is about 5K words (most of it being her backstory lmao) so I completely understand not reading it but if you wish to (I will love you sm), it’s located under here + a few zoom-ins from her ref above:

Some important notes about her backstory - she does have close connections to Jon and did find herself in the middle of Maven’s path, then ending up helping the young king even though she never meant to. She’s also considered part of the Scarlet Guard, but she’d never call herself one of them. She’s not a fan of taking sides… after all, everyone ends up the same way when it comes down to it.

General info:

Name: Nell Maddox Freeman

Age: 26 years

Height: 5’9”

Birthday: October 18th

Blood type: Newblood

Birthplace: Norta

Current residence: Montfort/undetermined, always on the move

Allegiance(s): None

Personality:

Nell is a reserved and quiet individual who has a constant sad look to her. She keeps to the backs of crowds, or avoids them altogether, instead content to sit and watch. She’s very aware of everything in her environment, despite people thinking opposite because she appears to be spaced out most of the time. She’s good at reading people’s emotions, always studying their faces, specifically their eyes. They say eyes are the windows to the soul after all. People often avoid her, both out of fear of her ability and because she is not very open or welcoming to an outside perspective. But she would never describe herself as lonely, she has plenty of otherworldly company. If someone took the time to get to know her, they’d find she’s a great listener and has a gentle kindness.

Ability:

Spirit Walking

Ever since she was 18 years old, Nell Freeman has been able to see spirits of the deceased. Her soul is connected to the spirit realm, allowing her to see, hear, talk to, and “touch” these entities. She can see spirits at all times and being able to see them does not involve her having to explicitly activate her powers. This comes as a result of her being tied to the crossway, the halfway point between the living and the dead. The only ones she’s able to see are those who are stuck in the crossway as a result of unfinished business or them becoming lost on their way to the other side, commonly know as the afterlife. Part of her job includes trying to help these spirits settle so they may leave the living world and reach the spirit world. She can also guide those who are dying over to prevent such things from happening.

Her ability actually being “activated” happens whenever she brings a living person with her into the crossway so that they may talk to a spirit; she would describe herself as a bridge of sorts in this regard. Doing this could be dangerous, since there is a possibility of wrathful spirits wishing to come after the person she brings. There is not much she can yet do about this issue besides refusing to host the connection between living and dead. When Nell activates her abilities, the sigils on her hands will begin to glow, as will her hair and the whites of her eyes. Her irises disappear and her hands will turn a bluish-white color, and this change in color will end up going about halfway up her forearms.

Though she would never wish to do so, she does have the power to trap a living person in the crossway. This could happen either on accident or on purpose, usually via the person letting go of her hands outside of the crossway or her of theirs. Such a thing results in the slow loss of their soul as they are left to wander for eternity or the forever torment from those after them, their body then left empty and paralyzed back in the living world. She can choose to get them out or not, and this has only happened once before. She wants for it to never happen again.

With time, she has discovered she’s able to tell when someone is about to die, no matter what way it may come. And with time, she has learned never to tell someone when she knows. It is usually only mere hours before it happens or less. There will be a certain energy around the person, one heavy with the weight of death and it will leave a sinking feeling in her gut.

Since she’s discovered what she can do, all she’s wanted is to help people. It does not matter their blood color or their status, if someone wishes to speak to a dead loved one and get closure, then she will give it to them. She will spend her life helping these spirits until she one day joins them.

Backstory:

Nell’s story started as any average Red: born to a poor family, in a poor town, destined for the battlefields once she turned eighteen. She grew up struggling as a Red did: getting the bare minimum education, the food on the table being whatever they could scrape together, fighting to keep things afloat. Her mother, Edith Freeman, and her father, Jasper Freeman, were emotionally distant towards her, as if they never truly wanted the extra burden of a child atop all of their other struggles. Her father fought through his time at the war front for fifteen years, coming out with a lost arm and a permanent limp, and her mother worked as an apprentice to a Red cook within a lower Silver house. Nell did what her parents told her, she was a quiet child which to them meant she was a good child, and she did her best to exceed in her classes even though it wasn’t ever very difficult. She wanted their attention and their love, but she never said as such, knowing she’d never get it.

When she was seven, her parents had a son, Oliver Freeman. He was like her exact opposite. He was loud, messy, and could never sit still. He made friends quite easily, something she could never do; not like she ever really tried for that matter. He would attempt to play with her but he was always too much for her and she was too quiet for him, so eventually he stopped. Something Nell noticed was how different her parents treated Oliver. It was like a flip was switched. They gave him their love, they gave him their attention, they comforted him when he was upset, they listened to him, they did everything she had wanted but they never gave her. This built a resentment for her younger brother, though she didn’t let it show.

As the years went on, she saw how her parents relationship deteriorated. She never knew why, but they started fighting more often, over the smallest things, getting louder and louder. One day when she was sixteen, it seemed her mother had had enough and she took a small bag of her belongings and left with Oliver without a goodbye, leaving Nell with her father. Nell never saw Oliver or her mother again after that day.

Her father became more bitter than he already was, taking his anger out on her. He’d call her endless names; useless, worthless, a mistake, anything he could think of. He told her how she had to support the family, as if there was much of a family left to support. He constantly pressured her to find a job, telling her the horrors of the war and what would happen to her if she was sent out there. She was glad when she finally found a job that took her out of her home and away from her father. She was able to take a position within House Welle, the house of the greenwardens. It was the closest she ever got to Silvers, powerful ones at that. She wasn’t scared of them like most Reds, she was more fascinated by them and their powers. However, she stayed out of the way of the Welles, simply doing her job and sticking to the shadows. She sent half of whatever measly money she earned back to her father and kept the rest within her safe box in her servants quarters. She was able to keep herself from the war, but another problem wasn’t afraid to show itself when she was eighteen.

It first started with her dark, reddish-brown roots turning white. She already had some of the usual Red hair, gray and brittle at the ends from years of stress and hard work, but this was unusual. Luckily, no one paid any attention to another simple Red servant so she was able to keep it hidden until it began to spread. The second thing that came was the sigils and designs that appeared on her hands, made from light blue ink that seemed to be etched permanently into her skin. She woke up with them one morning and in a panic tried to scrub them off to no avail, then having to beg one of her fellow servants for an old pair of leather gloves they had to spare. From then on she kept them over her hands at all times. As time with these changes went on, she noticed her eye color changing and becoming duller, her normal light brown instead becoming a cloudy blue. It was like all of the color was draining from her, like her life was draining from her. She didn’t understand what was happening to her, only that she could be killed for this. That was until she saw her first spirit.

She had been going about her job as normal, trying to avoid suspicion when she noticed someone next to her. She looked up at the person, a young woman, and she looked like a normal human except for the fact her body was transparent, slightly blue in color, and she seemed to be floating off the ground by an inch or two. Nell thought maybe this was some Silver ability she never heard of before, so she kept cleaning, looking like a dutiful Red with nothing weird going on. Then the woman spoke to her.

“It’s nice to meet you, Nell Freeman,” she had said. ”We’ve been waiting very, very long for someone like you to be given to us.”

Nell had looked up again, confused. She didn’t understand what the woman meant, or how she knew her name. The woman saw her confusion and went on to explain.

She smiled. “You have a gift, my dear. You see, I’m a dead woman, have been for the past fifty years. You’re the only one who is able to hear and see me right now. You’re able to see all kinds of spirits and talk to us. You’re meant to help us.”

Nell could barely comprehend what she heard, she simply stared in shock before she hurried away from the woman with her hands shaking. That couldn’t be right, could it? Seeing dead people?

After that day, she saw spirits everywhere. They were all ages and types, ranging from young children to elders and both Red and Silver, not like blood type really mattered much when they were all dead. They looked at her with interest, and she tried to ignore them, but luckily none of them tried to talk to her again like that first woman. She heard their whispering, their tales and woes in the back of her mind, she could feel their weight, it all kept her up at night. Though nothing had freaked her out more than when she opened her eyes once in the dead of night to find several of them bent over her bed staring at her. She had screamed in terror and demanded they never do that again and thankfully, they didn’t. That was also the first time she ever spoke to them.

She was nineteen when she met the man with the red eyes, Jon. He came to her when her hair was almost all white, her eyes nearly completely blue, and she was out of ways to try and hide herself and avoid the spirits who followed her everywhere. Jon told her to trust him and come with him. He told her quite bluntly that if she didn’t, she’d be sentenced to death, and she couldn’t argue with that. She decided to trust this strange man and follow him, leaving House Welle, her father, and basically anything normal about her life behind.

On the way to Jon’s supposed home, he explained who he was. How he was one of what they were calling “Newbloods”, people born with Red blood that have Silver type abilities. He explained how his ability was to see the future, every possible twist and turn and path that time could take, unlike an Eagrie who could only see bits of the immediate future. He told her how she was one of those, a Newblood, and that she was like him in a way. Born with an ability dealing with the otherworldly, something other people would never be able to understand. That’s why he wanted to help her, both so that her power didn’t go to waste with her untimely death and so that she could use it properly.

She spent the next five and a half years of her life with Jon. She lived in his small, barely furnished cabin in a location she didn’t know, sleeping in the spare room which was really just an oversized closet. It was better than what she was dealing with at House Welle, so she’d take it. Jon was indifferent towards her, not showing any particular affection towards her but still being kind enough that she would consider him a friend. Her first friend. He was her mentor as well, as was more or less the whole purpose of their relationship. He taught her everything about her ability, how to use it, what to do, how to show the proper respect needed when dealing with the dead. She trained and she practiced, even managing to help a few spirits cross over to the other side. Doing that always filled her with good feelings, knowing that she helped someone at last find their peace. Some just needed help finding their way while others needed her help to complete one last thing before they could pass on, and she was happy to help however she could.

She was twenty-two when Jon took her to take someone’s spirit and guide it over for the first time. He told her this was better for them, it kept the spirits from getting lost and becoming wanderers like the ones she saw around all the time. He brought her to a nearby village and to a young boy. The young boy was dying from an illness, and didn’t have much longer to live. His parents knew this, and while they were sobbing over their child, they allowed Nell to do what she must. Jon guided her, telling her to do what she normally would to find the spirit world and to bring the boy over. After getting over her initial hesitation, she did just that. She comforted the boy who was far too young, telling him how much his parents loved him and how he’d feel better soon. She held his hand all the way, then passing him over to his aunt and grandma who were waiting for him on the other side. He had hugged her before he left. While it brought tears to her eyes, she was still happy to have been able to give the boy his peace.

Much of her training went this way, Jon taking her out to places to get hands on experiences. He was also out a lot as well, doing who knows what to change the course of who knows how many futures. It was like they were in their own little world, unbothered by the outside, by the divide of Red and Silvers. She even ended up helping a few Silvers along her journey, though they were only ever low Silvers, and they never knew she was a Red. Her skin had become pale enough that they could never tell. Jon had told her that one day it’ll be all up to her who to help, who to go to, who to find, and how she’ll handle that responsibility. She had given him a small smile and told him she could do it and he gave her a smile in return, and with him she didn’t know if that was good or bad.

She never knew her time with Jon was coming to an end until it was already over. It’s not like he told her anything, after all. It had seemed like a normal day, though Jon was bringing her along on one of his trips without saying any specific reason. He brought her to an abandoned town covered in soot, the town of Rosen. She doesn’t ask what happened to the town, she already had a feeling based on the amount of spirits she saw milling about the place. She was confused as to what they were there for until she heard a group enter the area, a group of five. Jon kept the two of them hidden until the time was right, but he still told her to stay behind when he went to go speak with them. Based on what she could hear, it seemed they weren’t huge fans of the seer. Then it started to rain. The group was boarding an air jet, one girl trying to still speak to Jon, when he made Nell come forward. He told her to go with the group. She was confused, stricken with fear as he sprung this on her so suddenly. He put a hand to her back and with a smile on his face, told her this was her path to take. The last thing he told her was that he enjoyed his time with her before he turned and left as if he was never there. With no other choice, Nell boarded the air jet with the group who gave her suspicious glances and kept their guns at the ready.

After an awkward silence, Nell decided to introduce herself. Saying she’s a Newblood seemed to ease the group a bit and the girl from before then introduced herself in turn. Mare Barrow. She explained who they all were, what they belonged to. A rebellion and revolution called the Scarlet Guard, built for the liberation of Reds across the continent. With her was a woman named General Farley, a young fisher boy named Kilorn, and the exiled crown prince of Norta, Tiberias Calore VII - but they all just called him Cal. Nell had heard whispers of what had happened within the palace, the death of the old king, but she never paid much attention to any of it and as such, barely knew what was going on. Mare said how they were collecting Newbloods like her, and that she was a Newblood herself; someone capable of controlling and creating lightning. When Nell spoke of her own ability, they seemed both surprised and a little off put. The prince denied that seeing ghosts was even possible, but Nell could see in his eyes that he had far more thoughts about it. Perhaps it was because he had someone who recently crossed over. An interesting group.

Being around the rebellion introduced her to the talk of war, and reintroduced her to the hatred Reds and Silvers hold for one another. A hatred that she did not share. With her abilities, she had learnt she doesn’t favor one side or the other, she only wants to help people find peace no matter their blood color.

The sense of death around the Scarlet Guard as a whole was very heavy, as was a sense of anger from the realm beyond. There were clearly a few spirits who wouldn’t mind taking vengeance on them. She never found too many spirits lingering with the rebellion, though she did try to help and speak with the ones she did see. They all died in the line of service it seemed. She wasn’t a fighter by any means, which allowed her to simply stay back and out of most conversations which was just her style. She felt others eyes on her a lot, but they always looked away when she turned towards them. She guessed people weren’t really fans of someone who could talk to things they wanted to believe were long gone.

It was almost her twenty sixth birthday when she was discovered by the king himself, Maven Calore. She had followed the Guard wherever they fled to after Mare got captured, but she went off on her own often to tend to the spirits or get a hold on her surroundings. She’d never seen so much of the country before. She had been doing just that when she ran into what looked to be a group of high ranking guards of some sort. It turned out she had been at the wrong place at the wrong time and said the wrong thing because next she knew she was being hauled off. She was taken to Whitefire, the size of the palace and the capitol city amazing her. What also amazed her was how powerful the feeling of death was. It almost choked her as she entered the city borders. She was then brought before a lonesome court, and there, sitting on a throne made of Silent Stone, was his majesty.

She’d only seen Maven once before when she was younger, in a broadcast. This version of Maven was wildly different. The first thing she noticed about him was his eyes. They were a bright, almost ice blue color but they were so… sad. Desolate. The stains born from sleepless nights beneath them held much the same story. His face was set in a displeased expression, brows slightly furrowed with a downturn to his mouth. She could sense the resentment and anger around the young king, and she felt powerful spirits wandering near him, both of them so terrifyingly fresh to the other side that they were no more than blue wisps to her eyes. It sent a shiver down her back.

“You’re Nell Freeman, correct?” He had asked her. He sounded so tired, and slightly annoyed. She definitely had to be careful; dealing with a man who had all the power in the world and was tipping over the edge was a dangerous combination.

She nodded, all of her actions hesitant. “Yes, sir.”

“And you’re able to interact with the dead?”

She paused. “Yes… sir.”

His demeanor changed, he sat up a little straighter, curiosity sparking within the icy blue depths of his eyes. “And how can you do that?”

How could she do that? She wasn’t really sure herself. She was acutely aware of her situation, the sentinels standing around, the king himself in front of her. She had no other choice than to try and explain herself. “Well, I’m able to see those who have become recently deceased and talk to them. I can also allow others to talk to spirits. And I can help lost spirits pass on to the other side.”

He nodded, more to himself than anything. He was thinking about something. His silence was enough to make her hold her breath, mind racing with thoughts about if she was going to be executed. Then he spoke. “Nell Freeman, I welcome you into my home, accommodations have been prepared for you to stay here. You’ll be called on again in a few days time.”

And with that simple statement, she was dismissed. She felt nothing but confusion and fear as sentinels herded her out of the room and down too many hallways before she was left in a room that she guessed was her new bedroom. With no belongings and nothing to do, she sat, listening to the spirits whispering around her. None of it was distinct, and she couldn’t see the entities they belonged to, but it kept her busy.

She was welcomed to the dinner that night, something offered to most Newbloods that came through the palace, it seemed. But there she saw someone familiar.

“Jon? What in the hell are you doing here?” She asked as she sat next to the seer.

He smiled his kind, slightly unnerving smile at her. “Ah, I was wondering when you would finally arrive.”

No you weren’t. She thought, knowing Jon knew exactly what second she’d walk through the dining room doors. He sees this, chuckling to himself.

The dinner went smoothly. She didn’t speak much, instead studying her surroundings and the Newbloods around her, wondering what their powers are. Every one of them seems to be so different. His majesty sits elsewhere in the banquet hall, making it easy to ignore the fact that someone who practically holds her life in his hands is in the same room as her.

Retiring for the night left a strange feeling in her gut, uneasiness about being in the palace keeping her tossing and turning throughout the night.

True to his word, the king called on her two days later.

Nell was brought into a private room where he was waiting for her. To say she was nervous was an understatement.

He wasted no time. “If what you say about your powers is true, I wish for you to allow me to speak to my recently deceased mother. You can do that can’t you?”

His mother. Queen Elara Merandus, if she remembered correctly; brought down by Mare Barrow in a gruesome end. She could see the uneasiness about the young king, his tense posture and eyes constantly scanning around him giving away more than he’d probably like. Back to the task at hand, she realized she had never attempted to call on a specific spirit before. She didn’t know if it was possible, but perhaps if Maven was with her in the crossway, it would help.

It’s not like she had much of a choice, so she nodded. “Yes, I believe I can.” She held out her hands to him, palms up. “Take my hands and don’t let go in this realm. If you do, the connection will break. I will lead us both into the spirit crossway and that should be where your mother is.”

He did as she asked with surprising ease. His hands were soft, but they were oddly cold for a burner. She closed her eyes, she took a deep breath, she concentrated. The markings on her hands began to glow softly, the color draining from her hands and turning them a bluish-white color. Her hair glowed as well, and her irises disappeared from her eyes. The room around them shifted, and they (or more specifically their souls) were transported to a ghostly valley covered in grass and trees and flowers, created by the spirits of said dead plants. Everything was in the different shades of gray, the only splashes of color being herself and Maven and the spirits within the valley.

It’s strange, because if anyone was to walk into the room back in Whitefire, they would find them just standing there frozen, hand in hand, with the eyes of someone who’s soul is no longer with them.

Maven was clearly unnerved, though he did his best not to show it. A spirit formed before them. It seemed his mother was making things easy. She didn’t know how to describe the emotion she saw in Maven at that moment. Relief? Shock? Some wild determination? She wasn’t sure.

She stepped back and let the two of them speak, not wanting to get involved with that in any way. The mother and son spoke urgently and for quite a while. Over time, she could feel her connection beginning to slip, caused by staying too long and her own stamina not being up to par.

“Your majesty,” She said. She held firm when he turned that icy gaze to her. “We must get going. I can’t hold this much longer.”

He said some parting words to his mother before joining her again. She breathed in and out and they were back in the room in the palace. She put a hand on the table next to her, trying not to fall over from the use of power. “You may go. Thank you.” Maven said, and just like that she was being escorted back to her room.

She thought that that would be it, that he wouldn’t need her anymore after that. She was sorely mistaken. He called on her at least once every other day, wanting to speak to his mother. It seems her council was more important to him than Nell realized. Despite all their time together, Nell never discovered anything about the king. It was all business between them, and he left no time for her to linger afterwards. She wasn’t particularly upset with that.

She let this go on for perhaps too long, causing more harm than good. But she never saw how she could leave. Until there was a wedding.

It was chaos; Silvers running, guns firing, and lightning splitting the sky. She joined the other Newbloods escaping thanks to the Scarlet Guard, more than happy to leave Whitefire far behind her.

The next chapter of her life led her to Montfort, a free republic where Reds and Silvers could live in peace with one another. It was a land mostly unburdened by spirits, however the otherworldly beings would always find her no matter where she went. She made herself a home there, and even though she’d spend the rest of her life going across the continent helping those that needed her, she always found herself going back.

[theblackcubeofdarkness]

Welcome to this dumpster fire of a blog!

The Ask Box is Open! (IM SORRY FOR MY POOR TYPING SKILLS)

Another note to this mess of a pinned post. Whenever I see this post I tense a bit because how disorderly it is. I want to make it more shorter and simple in the future and not like this chaotic infodump. I do apologies for how weird this is.

Sooooo originally this was supposed to be an RP blog for the Black Cube of Darkness from the show Wander of Yonder but it has evolved into chaos in a good way! This blog is sort half personal, half in character so if you don't like that you may not want to interact and that's completely understandable. (May change)

About the Mod:

I'm a Male and my pronouns are He/Him and NOTE THAT I AM A MINOR!!! I also go by Turner or Cube.

Birthday is JUNE 12TH

I also get stressed out by the smallest details sometimes WITH NO CONSISTANT PATTERN! and tend to overthink things alot and may take breaks of RPs for a day or so. Also my typing and grammar skills are absolutely trash so expect mistakes... A LOT!

My humor is also horrible so sorry in advance!

Things I like include: Wander Over Yonder, PIKMIN, The Owl house, Cookie Run, Spongebob, SCP, Marine Life, Video Games, Gastropods, and other random stuff. (Need updating)

I will not tolerate homophobia on this or any other of my blogs.

Muses: (Needs updating may just remove in the future)

The Black Cube Of Darkness! (Character is owned by Disney)

𝑶𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 (𝑶𝒓 𝑶𝒍𝒊) Cubes son! (Brought into existence via magic!) (Ref)

The following muses are the physical embodiments of Cubes 'personalities'. See this shattered shapes event for more details.

Green ( Calm )

Purple ( Intellect )

Orange ( Heroic )

Yellow ( Anxiety)

Red or Rage Cube ( Rage )

Blue (Sadness)

Smile Cube (WARNING SMILE MAY BE VERY VIOLENT AND WILL THREATEN YOUR MUSES AND POSSIBLY ATTACK THEM! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED) Considering removing.

(If you notice that I made a inappropriate comment or action PLS LET ME KNOW!!! I'm dumb a lot and don't see the obvious and would appreciate the criticism so I may improve! Thanks)

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[santajp]

Some friends wanted to make a Spiderman Universe for all our characters, and I instead made the Venom for it.

Ref Notes:

1. One of her many basic looks. Osi commonly takes a form of an animal, humanoid or not. In this case, she is a humanoid rabbit who has claws as well as the tail of a scorpion.

2. Osi Bored – When she is bored or sad in her rabbit form, her ears fall from their usual standing position.

3. Osi Happy – You showed her an air-fryer

4. Osi Feral – If Osi loses control and becomes full Venom, she goes berserk. Allies and foes blend as she destroys everything, even going for meals of either perhaps…

5. Osi Angy

6. Project O.M.C (One More Crime) and the Symbol of Connection – Osi got bored once or, at the very least, tired of robbing places. That boredom led her to the One More Crime plan, an operation to find new crimes to commit alongside new ways of getting back at those Spiders. The first crimes that came to mind were piracy and identity theft, so she combined the two in order to make her own Spider suit copied from her rivals/temporary allies/lunch buddies. She even had a symbol for it, one Venom made to her weird wishes. The symbol is made to be the basic shape of the Spiders but is more to the point and has everything connecting to a simple center, where the many positions all meet to become whole…

7. Osi (as a human) – She can remove her animal tails and ears to fit in, but if she is comfortable, she will show them. NEVER PET THEM THOUGH! THAT INCLUDES HER CUTE BELLY TOO!

8. Osi Confused – She has no idea what a furry is or why she keeps being called one. She just likes to make herself into walking, talking animals via an alien stuck in her body and act in many other simple ways like that!

[pixelated-whump]

@ailesswhumptober Day Seventeen - Hypothermia

TWs: Child death, Minor Whumpee

Contents: Other than the TWs, not much. Z is autistic (though it's not mentioned) and selectively mute, so he only really communicates with T and C via noises. (I'm potentially autistic btw so this isn't meant to come across as offensive)

Characters are Zane (Aka Z, They/He/Cor, Around 10), T (She/Her, Around 13), and C (It/He/Whisker, Around 14), all refs can be found here.

Also posted on Ao3!

Mama has always told Zane not to go too far from home, especially not during winter. Zane wishes he had listened to Mama.

He didn’t expect the snowstorm to come in so quickly, Papa had told him it would be here in a few hours. Maybe it has been a few hours, Papa never lies.

Zane is shivering really bad. Mama and Papa are probably worried about him. He wants to go home, but he’s never been good with directions. He doesn’t know which way home is supposed to be.

His arms and legs feel stiff, making it hard to walk. The world is all white around him. He trips over nothing and lays there, crying quietly. He wants to go home.

Zane just wants to go home.

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Zane is woken up by someone gently shaking him. He whimpers quietly, expecting Mama or Papa’s voice. Instead, there’s a rather bored-sounding voice instead. “This one might as well be dead,” The voice says, sighing. “We probably shouldn’t bother.”

There’s another voice, a slightly more upbeat one. “Some of them take a while to wake up,” Voice number two says with a sympathetic tone. “Besides, I think I heard them make a noise.”

Voice number one rolls him over, and he’s greeted with a burnt and scarred red cat. Zane cowers, trying to make himself seem smaller. Voice number two is another cat, nearly pitch black against the plain beige background of the area they’re in. “There we go,” He says, holding out a paw. “Hey, buddy. What’s your name?”

Zane just stares at him. The burnt cat stares at Zane with plus-shaped pupils. The one with ears that looks like those of a Lynx gives him a warm and friendly smile. “It’s okay, you don’t need to be scared.”

When Zane doesn’t respond, he continues talking. “Can you talk?”

“...Mhm,” He hums, then stops and shakes his head. “Mm-mm.”

“Well, that’s helpful,” The burnt cat deadpans. The Lynx shoots her a glare.

“Can you give me the first letter of your name? Just sounds is fine.”

Zane pauses for a moment before doing his best. “Zzz.”

“Z?” The Lynx asks, and he nods. “Well, Z, this is the Void. You, uh, live here now. I’m C, and my friend here is T.”

Z continues staring with a slightly tilted head. C gives him a small, slightly sad smile. “You... you died, Z. So now you’re here. This is, uh, like heaven, kinda.”

Oh. Oh. But he’s still here, so he can’t be dead.

He makes a discontent noise. T yawns. “You were brought back to life. Don’t ask us why, we don’t know. But we’re basically a family here, so you won’t be alone.”

Z doesn’t want to be alone, so he jolts forward and hugs close to C. After a few moments, C hugs back. “It’s gonna be okay, kid. I promise.”

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Ough got a tag back from @vegalocity !

Here's some Holly Blue fun (??) facts

Her cloaking brooch, the flower on her hat, is specifically designed after the flower Lou Jitsu gave her right before Big Mama used her as leverage to force him to fight.

In spite of her history with sex work she still enjoys sleeping around (and using it to her advantage sometimes)

In the fics she's in her early fourties and only lives to her mid/late sixties (honestly much longer than she expected)

She's actually an excellent singer but does not enjoy doing it for an audience

She likes dancing but does it better in the air because so often she is taller than whoever she is dancing with and it gets frustrating

She's a sucker for sweets, a sucker for cute things, and a sucker for romance novels

Because of her bond with Donatello she does end up with the Hamato clan in the afterlife (which is rather overwhelming for her because she always assumed no one would be waiting for her)

On the topic of sad things, no she never survives long in any of the doomed timelines (and truthfully she thinks it isn't worth it)

She is intensely flattered that Donnie names his daughter after her and spoils the absolute BEANS out of her at any given opportunity.

Magic abilities! For one they include summoning poison needles from anywhere on her person, a poison spear, controlling insects within a certain radius and somewhat connected to that, subtly influencing others

In terms of the last one, she's not aware this is a thing she can do so it's not particularly powerful, but it is one reason people are so easily swayed by her (always has advantage on persuasion checks basically)

A unique thing about her needles is they actually stay present after she manifests them. Most manifested mystics will disappear from either a lack of concentration or if the person dies/leaves their range.

Also her intense screaming ability isn't magic, it's because wasps normally don't have lungs and due to her size the ones she now has are VERY big

Like Donnie can see magic, Holly Blue can smell it to a certain degree via her antenna

She picked up her smoking habit while working in the Nexus and never really quit

Let's keep it going! @sayijo give us some Rae details it's been a while! And @camilieroart if you're up for it I know you've been posting some new refs lately and I'd love to hear more about Avril!

Rules under the cut!

You and hopefully one of your OCs have been tagged! Your job is to make a post about them, and it can be whatever you want! Talk about general information, their backstory, their design inspiration, post some sketches or older art, write up a few fun facts, as long as it's something!

When you're done, be sure to pass it along by tagging at least one other person and their OC (you can tag as many people as you want though!) Tag backs are allowed and encouraged.

When you tag someone, try to specify an OC, even if you don't know who they are yet (i.e. "You should do that OC with the butterfly wings you posted the other day!" or "Do the OC you drew most recently!")

Participation is not required, but even if you don't want to, it'd be great to pass the tag along to someone else!

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