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numbuh424 · 7 months ago

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Hello! I really love your Death Note art!! Especially your blog header. I saw it and thought it was so cool how you copied the manga style!! Your posts about it say they're you're Death Note OC? Do you have anymore info you can share about them or previous posts about them? Are they a Death Note user? I'm really curious cause the art is so cool and I love reading about people's OCs. That's all, thanks for all the cool art you make!

Hello!! Thank you so much for enjoying my art 🙏 And thank you for asking about my OC! I've never really talked about her publicly before just cause I've never really... Made an OC before? So this ask made me really happy 🥹 I'll try to keep this short but it definitely won't be lol because I don't know when I'll ever get to talk about her again.

Years ago I had a plot stewing in my head for a story where Near shuts down the L successor program, steps down as L, and puts the title to rest. It takes place a year after the A-Kira story, which is around 10 years after Death Note's main story.

The idea was that someone began exposing Wammy's for their covered-up misdeeds and the fact that this is where successors of L were being raised. Because of that information being leaked, Wammy's House becomes unsafe for everyone in it.

OC talk under the cut 🙏

Apart from needing an antagonist who leaks all this information, I also needed a character who was there during the years Near wasn't to fill in the gaps for him and lead him to the culprit.

All the major information about her is here on this OC character profile I made a while back. Lee honestly began as a general persona/self-insert that I use whenever I want to draw myself. I still often use her as my persona when I make silly doodles and whatnot. However, as a Death Note OC, I've really lost control of her and she has just gone on to take a life of her own lol

Lee comes from Wammy's House and entered when she was 12, a lot later than the rest. She first arrived only months before L died and Near and Mello left to hunt Kira. Though gifted with photographic memory, she could never really make it into the successor program through that alone. Despite this, she dedicated her years at Wammy's to pursuing the title against all odds, only to come up short every single time until she finally graduated. Knowing she wasted years pursuing the title, she grew bitter towards L and the program and left the orphanage to pursue an art career like she originally wanted.

She became an art teacher and kept her distance from anything related to the crime/police/investigators. Unfortunately, as fate would have it (fate being me, the person controlling everything about her life), she became a witness to a crime where she used her skills to draw the culprit. Her sketch is what gets the man arrested and what causes the police to recruit her. Though she always said she'd abstain from detective work after wasting her time on it at Wammy's, she wants to be useful so she agrees to work part-time lowkey.

She doesn't like having the spotlight on her, as years of fighting for it in her youth have worn out her motivation for being seen. She keeps her past under lock and key and lies about it constantly, but her memory allows her to keep track of her lies easily.

Her role in the story is that her past identity (her real name and lived experiences) is stolen and used to frame her as the person leaking information about the orphanage - an "insider tells all" who wants to destroy L, Quillish Wammy, and the orphanage. Because Lee is so detached from her past, at first she lets the culprit just use her old identity. It's not her anymore, anyway, so why bother her about it? It's only when the culprit starts murdering people and throws her current identity under the bus that she starts sweating. There's a criminal investigation underway and she's their only suspect.

Near and his team know she's not behind any of this; they're really the only ones who know for sure because of his ties to Wammy's (it's kind of a reverse L and Light situation where he's sure it's not her but everyone else is out to get her lol). However, she can definitely help point them in the direction of the person who's behind it all.

The problem is Lee's animosity towards the L program extend to Near, who is the only L she really knows considering the real L died a few months after she arrived at the orphanage. Near tries to bring her on board for the case since she's the best lead they could possibly ask for, but because of her distaste towards L and the orphanage, she refuses to join at first. The culprit going one step further and framing her for murder is what pushes her to finally go with Near and his team because her life has fallen apart and the police are coming to get her.

She really doesn't wanna help L and joins mostly for self preservation. She kinda gets a kick out of the fact that she has information the world's greatest detective can't get from anyone else. It's childish of her, but what's Death Note without a bit of childishness.

Also, to answer your other question, she's not a Death Note user. I certainly intended for her to be back then (hence the art I made for her where she has the notebook) but the story I came up with has undergone dramatic changes since. She still very much works with pen and paper, just not in that way anymore lol

That's most of the basic information about her and her role in the story I may or may not ever write. I honestly have the broad strokes mapped out already, including the ending.

Spoilers (for a story that only exists in my head lol), Near has Wammy's House demolished and has a new institution built for the kids. The successor program is dissolved and he has Lee head the art department since she was already an art teacher before everything happened.

Thanks so much for asking about her 🙏

#death note #original character #oc #death note oc #death note original character #elle draws #elle is talking again #hard launching my OC at 2am #thank you anon for asking now she can break free from the confines of my mind and enter yours #when I talk about the really cool story I have in my head that may or may not ever be written I'm talking about hers fyi #if anyone read all this thank you for perceiving her she's so important to me #OC tag: Lee #lee aikawa

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speedster-in-the-cosmos · 12 days ago

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Farther away from home than that spider-guy;

What is UP, party people! Name's Peter Maximoff, otherwise known as Quicksilver: The Coolest Speedster This World Has Ever Seen. Err, technically my world, I guess. Here's the thing, I'm not from this dimension.. like, not even a little. Lem'me take you back a couple.. (months? Idk, time has been hard, man.) So, I was monitoring the halls of Xavier's school when boom! These guys in badass uniform came out of this portal and zapped me! Kept talking 'bout how "they needed my face" and that "I had the wrong name" which like, ouch man. I ended up in some reject dimension, thank gods I spotted a version of good ol' Wolfie (and that cool Deadpool guy? It was wild). I followed em' to this base, watched em' get head-fingered by this bald chick named Cassandra (Charles's sister? What a twist!), and lo and behold, my way out. A weirdass ring on the chick's finger, which she ended up dropping when "going to go destroy every universe" . (You go, girl) I was so quick getting that ring that people actually said that it must've been the wind, it was hilarious, guys. What wasn't funny was the sheer willpower it look to actually, like, make a portal.. after four hours in the middle of some sand dunes, I finally was able to make one(1) and took the chance. Noooow I'm here, so I guess I should never gamble. I'm not stressed though, the X-Men are probably looking for me.. right?

Now that you know my life story (of the last.. amount of time), get to know ME, the sickest guy you'll ever meet. I'm a music fanatic, can't have a good mission without a good playlist, ya'know? Retro video games are cool too, I could probably kick ANY of your asses in Space Invaders. Uhhhh, I'm probably still a twenty-something, definitely still have that boy-ish charm that makes the girls go wild (BootyliciousMen Ladies.. hmu..) Anyways, got'ta go climb the Empire State Building, see ya' soon!

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Welcome to Quicksilver-The-The-Cosmos: Electric Boogaloo, I'm your notorious host, Randy :) I use he/him pronouns, I'm twenty years old, and I'm so normal about Marvel and X-Men. Extremely normal. NOTE: This is a sideblog of @master-of-the-mystic-arts-inc , so I'll be following from that!

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Like last time, Peter has been dropped right into the MCU and actively trying to get out. He's a jokester at heart, but I got'ta sprinkle in a little angst as well, he's stuck in an unfamiliar dimension after all! He may show up in your asks randomly, so beware.. (/silly) Crossovers and (over 18+ !!) ocs are welcome to interact, and the man is completely open to plots, character dynamics, random asks, and rp memes! :)

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First off, I want absolutely NO drama on this blog. If you're here to start shit, it's legitimately pointless so begone <33 Secondly, this blog will contain alcohol, substances, and perhaps suggestive material, so minors seek other rad blogs! Bigots, proshippers, and other such weirdos are not welcome either, hate will be taunted and giggled at!

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hiddendreamer67 · 5 years ago

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Enemies to Lab Partners to Make Out Session Associates

This is a commissioned piece for @eat-moar-veggis for their sanders sides OC ask blog: @ask-villegas-sides .

Summary: When Flint, the science teacher and also Beckett’s dad, paired up Beckett with Reese on a group project to help them ‘grow closer’, he never could have anticipated how close the boys would actually grow. Also featuring guidance counselor Lev.

Commission info available here! Commissions are open! :)

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“Dad, please, don’t pair me up with Reese.” Beckett begged, staying after class with his father, Flint, the high school Chemistry teacher. “He’s insufferable.”

“You seem to be under the impression that everyone is insufferable.” Flint mused.

“Well, it’s true!” Beckett said exasperatedly. “But he’s extra insufferable. No, he’s just extra, period.”

“Is that a slang term?” Flint asked, stacking a few student’s papers on his desk so it appeared more orderly.

“Yes, dad, it’s slang, and in this case it means bad.” Beckett groaned. “Reese is the epitome of everything wrong with the world. He likes crowds, and people, and things.”

“You like ‘things’, as you put it so delicately.” Flint was clearly fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

“Yeah, but not theatre things.” Beckett stuck out his tongue. “Or jock things. He’s probably gonna end up shoving the whole project onto my plate, and if that happens I’m not doing it so I need a new partner.”

Flint paused, putting a hand to his chin as if he was considering the proposition. “I always wondered what it would feel like to fail my own son.”

Beckett immediately paled at his words. “Dad, you’re…you’re not serious, right?”

“I’m always serious.” Flint assured him, gesturing to his necktie as further evidence to his serious nature. “Beckett, it’s a group assignment, not the end of the world.”

“Sounds the same to me.” Beckett muttered.

“Beckett, I will not be having any more disruptions in my class.” Flint said, his voice turning stern as he glared down over the bridge of his nose. “You and Reese have been solely responsible for three interruptions in my class in the past week. I will stand for it no longer. Pairing you two up is my last warning for you two to get. Along. If I don’t see the two of you growing close over this assignment, I will be forced to report your behavior to the school board and fail you both for this project.”

“Dad!” Beckett’s jaw dropped, shocked at how harsh his dad could be.

“My word is final, Beckett.” Flint gave a nod to the door. “I trust you heard my declaration as well, Reese?”

Beckett turned to see the theatre athlete standing in the door frame, looking as though he was about to knock. Reese lowered his hand, looking sheepish. “…clearly, Mr. Flint.”

“Good.” Flint seemed pleased with this resolution. “Then I trust you two will spend the rest of your study hall getting started instead of moaning to me about how unjust my decisions are. The library should be an ideal place to set up.”

“The library should be an ideal place to set up.” Reese mocked, only for his eyes to widen in horror as he realized he said that out loud. “I mean, uh, meet you there!”

“No running in the halls!” The counselor’s called from the hall, the sounds of frantic footfalls slowing only slightly on the tiled floors.

“Guess I better go after him.” Beckett muttered, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets and trudging down the hall.

It wasn’t fair. His dad shouldn’t be able to force Beckett to behave with Reese as if he could just shove them into one of those two-person ‘get along’ shirts. This was totally embarrassing! Beckett didn’t even care about the stupid grade in the first place, having planned on bailing the second he figured out his partner, but now he had to actually make- ugh, an effort- so that he didn’t end up on the gallows in front of the entire school board.

“You’re late.” Reese commented the moment Beckett arrived, setting the teen’s teeth on edge.

“Well, you cheated.” Beckett growled. “And you’re a prick.”

“Ah, I see you’re just as pleasant outside of daddy’s class as you are inside.” Reese rolled his eyes with a smile. He held out his palm. “Give me your phone.”

“What the hell? No.” Beckett frowned, considering this to be the world’s worst mugging attempt.

“I’m not stealing it.” Reese rolled his eyes again. He seemed to do that a lot. “I’m just going to put in my phone number.”

“Why can’t I have your phone, then?” Beckett raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, and get your weird witchy cult vibes all over it?” Reese looked like he was pretending to gag. “No thanks.”

“You shouldn’t insult me if you want something.” Beckett argued.

“You walked in here and immediately called me a prick.” Reese deadpanned.

“Well, you said I was late.”

“’Cause you were.”

“Maybe you were just stupidly early.”

The two were quiet for a moment, irritated energy practically seething off of them both.

“A truce, then.” Reese decreed, pulling out a pen and paper. He wrote down his number, sliding it across the table to Beckett who typed it into his phone. Reese’s own phone dinged a moment later, and he pulled it out to check the message.

B: Hey stupid.

Reese rolled his eyes, not even bothering to reply as he tucked the phone back into his pocket. “I don’t just hand out my phone number to everyone, so treat this as a privilege. Don’t abuse it.”

Beckett raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge. “You got it.”

A moment later Reese’s phone dinged again, so he pulled it out.

B: Made ya look. ;p

“Oh, real mature.” Reese huffed, putting his phone back and not deigning Beckett with a response. Beckett seemed content to keep staring down at his phone, a series of chimes coming from Reese’s pocket again. “Beckett, I swear on Evan Hansen himself I will block your number.”

Okay, yeah, maybe Beckett was being a little immature. But watching the steam metaphorically blow out of Reese’s ears when he saw the stream of penguin emojis he kept endlessly sending made it all worth it. Who knows? Maybe messing with Reese wasn’t his dad’s intended goal of this pairing, but it was certainly a nice side effect. Eventually, Beckett stopped sending penguins long enough to agree on a time to meet up after class, the bell indicating their study period was over.

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B: You’re late.

Beckett tapped his foot impatiently, trying not to let his anxiety overwhelm him while he waited. This was where they always met, having started meeting up regularly a month ago. He had already checked, double-checked, and triple-checked their meeting spot twenty times on his phone in the last ten minutes. There it was, plain as day: Reese had said to meet at the library at 4:00 today. Now it was 4:20 (holla), and Beckett was considering ghosting Reese for the rest of existence.

But no, that wouldn’t work. With his luck Becket messed up which library they were supposed to meet at and Reese was going to be mad at him and then Beckett’s dad would think he wasn’t trying to make this work and they’d both fail and Reese would hate him forever-

…wait. Why did he care what Reese thought of him?

Beckett scrambled for his phone, hearing an almost silent ‘ding!’ in the foreboding silence of the library.

R: So sorry, practice is running late. Be there in five?

Practice? Practice for what? Beckett couldn’t even begin to guess. It seemed that Reese had a habit of signing himself up for quite literally everything the school offered. Beckett could never keep track of all that, and he never wanted to either; who needed all that unwanted pressure? High school was bad enough, thank you.

Beckett bounced his leg, nervously watching the clock count with agonizing slowness. It felt weird, just sitting here alone in the library where anybody could be staring at him. He knew the others were judging him. Beckett could feel their stares on the back of his neck, and took solitude in trying to distract himself with his phone. The battery was dying.

4:29. No sign of the jock in sight. Should he text again? Was that rude?

Beckett shook his head. This was ridiculous, he wasn’t the rude one. Reese had practically ditched him after making this plan in the first place.

B: You’re still late.

Even knowing he was in the right, Beckett held his breath as those three little dots appeared, indicating the thespian was typing.

R: Sorry!! This might take a while. Mind meeting me at the football field?

Yes, Beckett did mind; he minded very much. The football field was where kids like Beckett got beat up- not that Beckett went there often enough for that to happen, but cliché teenage Rom Coms never lie. Still, Beckett had nothing better to do, and he needed Reese to pull his weight in this project. It was with no small amount of grumbling that Beckett reminded himself that Reese was a… surprisingly competent partner. For a jock, anyway.

B: Be there in five.

Unlike Reese, Beckett actually meant it. His anxiety wouldn’t allow him to be tardy for fear of disappointing someone, even if that someone was a theatre kid with his gigantic head stuck in a football helmet.

He wasn’t going because he wanted to, in fact frankly Beckett would rather be just about anywhere else. Of all the activities he refused to participate in, sports was at the top. He couldn’t imagine exhausting himself, all eyes on him as he put his body through strenuous situations of his own free will. It was suicide. Not to mention, people got so invested in sports games; how did the players deal with all that pressure? If you missed the ball, you were letting the entire school down. And, even if you won (highly unlikely, given their football record the past few years), the opposing team would still hate you for making them lose. No matter what, you ended up sweaty and boo-ed. Yeah, no thanks.

But, as he turned the corner, Beckett’s eyes widened at all the muscled high school boys, realizing they were divided into shirts and skins. His heart rate increased, and he wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing that Reese was part of the half that was shirtless because on the one hand oh my god he’s so hot I’m too gay for this- and on the other hand how dare he look that hot I’m supposed to be mad at him.

…so maybe not all aspects of sports were inherently evil.

“Hey, Beckett!” Reese gave him a wave, jogging over to meet him with a smile on his face. Beckett’s own face flushed, and he burrowed further into his oversized hoodie. How did Reese manage to look so comfortable in his own skin when he was only wearing half his clothes?! Totally unfair. “I’m so sorry about all this, coach just wants us to run a few more plays before we’re done for the evening. But I figured it’d be best if you were here, so we can get started as soon as we’re done. Do you want to watch?”

I would like that very much. Beckett gave an awkward cough, shoving that thought into the far recesses of his mind. “Uh, yeah, I could do that, I guess.”

Reese gave a nod of acknowledgement, jogging back to his team as they did…a sports thing. Beckett couldn’t really comprehend what was going on, but the men seemed to be running back and forth a few times across the field.

Beckett looked up at the bleachers, deciding to take a seat while he waited. A few friends of the football players were up here as well, including a scattering of girlfriends. Beckett let them keep the front few rows and instead climbed his way to the very top where he could avoid having a social interaction ever.

The autumn wind was chillier up here, and Beckett pulled his jacket tighter around his chest. How was Reese not freezing out there? Granted, he was running around and sweating up a storm, but he was still shirtless. Why was the coach being so cruel? Would Reese catch a cold? That would be awful, especially since Beckett didn’t know how to cook soup to make him feel better- THE PROJECT! It would be awful because Reese wouldn’t be able to help him with the project. That was most certainly the only reason.

It was times like these Beckett truly loathed his dad for trying to force him to get along with the annoying hot popular guy. The world was already in love with Reese, so what did it care what Beckett thought? Beckett was nothing. He was the discarded gum that got stuck to the bottom of people like Reese’s shoes, only to be scraped off at their earliest convenience. People in high school shouldn’t be put up on a pedestal, and Beckett used to have no qualms about putting Reese in his place because Beckett was so low on the food chain he had nothing to lose.

Now, Beckett felt like he was on the brink of losing everything he had never gained in the first place.

“BECKETT!” The emo jumped, startled out of his depressing thoughts when he heard his name being called. He glanced down, seeing Reese at the bottom of the bleachers, a towel wrapped around his shoulders. The idiot was still shirtless. “PRACTICE IS OVER!”

Did that mean Beckett should come down? He assumed so. Carefully he descended the stairs, feeling uncomfortable at the sensation of being watched. Reese was definitely watching, and a few other bystanders turned to give him curious glances as well. Beckett must be the first cryptid to ever show up to football practice.

“Put on a shirt.” Beckett muttered, not looking Reese in the eye when he finally got to the bottom of the stairs.

Reese blinked, seeming surprised by this statement as he glanced down at his bare chest. When he looked up, the smirk on Reese’s face made Beckett want the earth to swallow him whole. “Why? Like what you see? Is my herculean frame too distracting for your mortal presence?”

“You’re gonna catch a cold.” Beckett huffed, which only seemed to make things worse as Reese let out a sort of squeal.

“Aww, I knew you care.” Reese cooed, and now Beckett wanted to die on the spot.

“Yeah, because a dead lab partner doesn’t do me any good.” Beckett said defensively, his shoulders hiking up to his ears. “But a partner that ditches isn’t any better.”

Reese paused, the smile on his face quickly falling. “I- you’re right, I’m sorry-“

“Whatever.” Beckett cut him off. “Just get your clothes on and let’s go.”

Reese nodded, quickly pulling on his shirt and letterman jacket, red in an obnoxious way that made his eyes pop. He fell in step beside Beckett, the two walking in a tense silence as they headed back towards the building.

“I really am sorry.” Reese spoke up softly. “I wasn’t thinking, I forgot about practice, but I thought it’d be fast enough that you wouldn’t notice. I should have texted you earlier.”

“Yeah, I get it, you’re too busy.” Beckett shrugged, trying to act like it wasn’t a big deal.

“No, that’s no excuse.” Reese said firmly. “Your time is just as important as mine, and I wasted it. I need to make it up to you. Do you like coffee? I can take you out sometime.”

“What, like a date?” Beckett teased, trying to keep his tone light and not as hopeful as his traitorous heart would believe. “If you wanted to get into my pants you could’ve just said so.”

Now that was the wrong thing to say to your growing crush. Even worse was the way Reese froze up, his face turning brighter than a cherry tomato.

“No, that’s not-!” Reese stammered, looking offended, and Beckett’s heart plummeted at the thought of being rejected even in a joke. “I would never be so crass, or forward, especially without- I mean, your intentions are important too, I wouldn’t just force myself on you like that, I was trying to be a gentleman about it-“

“Wait, what?” Now it was Beckett’s turn to blush tomato red. “Are you- you’re serious? About the pants stuff?”

“NO!” Reese’s shriek of indignation was so high-pitched Beckett could have mistaken it for a girl. “Certainly not off the bat. But- the ah, the date? I mean, maybe? Oh Lin Manuel Miranda, I never even asked if you’re into guys-“

“I am.” Beckett interrupted, a bit too suddenly for his own good. “Into you, too.” Was this a joke? Was Beckett being pranked? He didn’t exactly love the idea of a bunch of popular guys deciding to gang up and craft a plot to break his heart. Still, even as his anxiety tried to suggest such a nefarious scheme, Beckett couldn’t picture Reese being part of it, especially as the thespian had been reduced to a blushing, stammering mess at Beckett’s feet.

“Maybe…” Beckett swallowed, hoping he was making the right decision here. Good lord Romance was not his department. “Ugh, this is just… let’s start with coffee, okay?”

Reese visibly relaxed, as though a huge weight had been taken off his shoulders. “Coffee it is.”

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So, they had started with coffee dates.

And then coffee dates turned into regular dates.

And then came the hand holding, the soft kisses, and then… more.

Beckett wasn’t actually sure if Reese was his boyfriend, but there certainly should be a shorter title than Lab Partner who Occasionally Disappears Into the Back Room With Me For Super Hot Make Out Sessions.

Unfortunately, the privacy of the back room came with the unspoken caveat that while Beckett had access, it was truly his father’s prep room, and it was only a matter of time before they were caught.

“You know, while I did express that I wanted you two to grow closer as individuals, this is a bit closer than I anticipated.” Flint deadpanned, flicking on the light.

“Dad!” Beckett frantically shoved away from Reese, trying in vain to disguise the fact that moments ago his hands were wandering beneath the jock’s shirt while Reese ran his fingers through Beckett’s hair. (Beckett was pleased to note Reese’s chest felt as good as he imagined ever since that football practice).

“Professor Flint!” Reese said hastily, his face ashen as he looked like a frightened doe. Goodness gracious did Beckett just want to kiss that adorable look off his face. It was a pity his gay thoughts would not assist the situation at hand.

“Reese. Beckett.” Flint’s tone was eerily calm, the kind of scary dad tone that indicated he was about two seconds from blowing up. The teacher took in a long, tense breath, seeming to be calculating something in his mind. “I think you should both count yourselves grateful that I have discovered you on school property, and thus have an obligation to follow the necessary procedures.”

Uh oh. Beckett was tense, stepping forward to follow his father as he gave a wave of his hand. Reese moved to follow too, Flint pushing the high schoolers apart so that they stood on either side of him and had a few feet of separation.

“Where are we going?” Reese asked timidly, more nervous than Beckett usually heard him.

“The guidance counselor.” Flint’s tone was clipped now, clearly more annoyed at Reese considering he was the one discovered making out with Flint’s son. “You both have behaved wildly inappropriately.”

Reese and Beckett exchanged a glance, both thinking the same thing: We’re screwed.

Flint raised his knuckles, raping on the hardwood door. There was a pleasant “Come in!” spoken from inside, and Flint’s posture seemed to relax somewhat as he opened the door.

“Good afternoon, Lev.” Flint smiled, and Beckett found it strange to see his father acting so laid back in his greeting. Beckett didn’t know his dad even knew the counselor. Did they talk behind his back?

“Oh, heya Flint!” Lev, the guidance counselor, greeted him in turn. “Nice to see you too, Beckett. And who’s this young man?”

“This is Reese.” Beckett jerked his thumb towards the guy he makes out with sometimes.

“How do you know Beckett?” Reese blurted.

“Oh, he comes in here all the time.” Lev explained with a wave of his hand. “I love having him as company.”

Beckett shuffled his feet. “Lev helps with my anxiety.”

“Be that as it may, I think it will be more beneficial to get to the matter at hand.” Flint remained standing, watching the boys sit like two properly scolded school children. The analogy was quite accurate. “I have just apprehended these two boys engaging in… suggestive acts within my lab prep room.” Lev stifled a giggle, causing Flint to frown. “What’s so funny?”

“Sorry Flinty, I know this is serious.” Lev put on his serious face, making Flint’s lip twitch up. “Now boys, care to explain your side of the story?”

“No.” Beckett answered honestly, shrinking in on himself as he tucked his knees up to his chest.

Reese sent him a glare, which clearly was meant to say ‘Don’t you dare abandon me now, you traitor.’

“Ah…that would be an accurate description.” Reese conceded. “Beckett and I thought the privacy was, um, ideal, for… kissing.”

“Just kissing?” Lev clarified, immediately making everyone else in the room twice as uncomfortable.

“Yes, just- just kissing.” Reese looked ready to spontaneously combust. “With some touching, but clothed, and-“

“I do believe we have an accurate image of the event.” Flint raised his voice, cutting Reese off before the image could get more engrained into the poor father’s head.

“Yes, agreed.” Lev nodded. “Boys, I think you’re both smart enough to know that acts of PDA are not allowed on school grounds, especially to that extreme. Save it for when you get home.”

“Or not at all.” Flint couldn’t help but tack on. Beckett rolled his eyes, but this seemed to be a very poor choice as Flint gave him the dad glare. “Do you disagree, young man?”

“…no sir.” Beckett winced, his eyes soon staring down at his lap.

“With all due respect, I do disagree.” Reese spoke up, and Beckett’s eyes snapped to him instead. The jock had puffed out his chest, clearly acting with a confidence he didn’t fully possess. “I think I have a right to physically show my appreciation for my wonderful boyfriend, in moderation.”

Boyfriend. He said boyfriend. Beckett couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. His now-boyfriend was such an idiot, and Beckett loved him so much. Hopefully he wasn’t about to die by his father’s wrath.

The room was unbelievably tense, Reese and Flint caught in a staring match. Flint was cold and unyielding, while Reese was firm but polite. Jeez, what had Beckett ever done to deserve such a gentleman to stand up for him like that? Even if it was about something as trivial as steamy make out sessions, Beckett couldn’t help but feel his heart swell.

“They’re just kids, Flint.” Lev spoke up softly, going over to put a hand on Flint’s arm. Flint broke away from the staring match, looking into Lev’s eyes with an unreadable expression.

Lev turned back to the boys, giving them a small smile. “Now, since this is your first offence, only a verbal warning is required, so don’t let the two of us catch you making out in any more closets.”

“Yes sir.” Both boys spoke in unison, the tips of their ears turning red in embarrassment.

“Reese, I do believe the two of us will need to have a chat, off school grounds, about the nature of your relationship with my son.” Flint spoke up, in full dad mode.

Reese gulped, giving a stiff nod as now he was properly shamed. “Understood, sir.”

“Well, sounds like everything is working itself out!” Lev clapped his hands happily. “You boys are excused, have fun you too.”

“We will!” Reese assured him, flinching at Flint’s gaze. “Ah, an appropriate amount.”

Beckett hurried out the door after him, nearly missing the way Lev was asking Flint to grab coffee with him. Wait, was that a coffee date? Beckett definitely needed more details about that later. In the meantime, though, Beckett had a super hot idiot to thank for defending his honor.

Beckett fell into step beside Reese, slipping his fingers between his boyfriend’s and leaning close to whisper in the thespian’s ear. “Want to get off school property?”

“Sweet mother of pearl, yes.” Reese said breathlessly, the two racing each other to the door.

#ask-villegas-sides #eat-moar-veggis #commissions #commission #writing #writing commissions #reese #beckett #lev #flint

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Endless Summer: The (un)Official Screenplay - “End Credits”

Yes, you read that right: this movie script does include an “End Credits” of sorts! Though since there are very few people who actually worked on this script (aka: just me), I’m also going to be including my final thoughts on how the script turned out, where the story’s going from here, what the hell is up with that “CIU Project” tag I keep adding to these, and... in true MCU-style fashion, even an end-credits scene! Or two?

Masterlist: Link

CREDITS:

Written by: SceptileMasterr (obviously)

Based On: Endless Summer, Book 1 by Pixelberry Studios (with some additional elements taken from Hero, Vol 1)

Copyright Info: All names, places, and concepts from Endless Summer and Hero are copyright Pixelberry Studios. The only things I own here are Ian and Alyssa, my various Vaanti OCs, as well as the majority of the Vaanti language except the words taken from canon (conlangs are hard!)

Inspirations:

The MC Twins: @blightarts (go read his Pokemon Summer Version crossover fic where I got that idea from, btw, it’s awesome)

Movie Concept in General: @mysteli and her amazing ES Fan Trailers (both of them!)

Estela and Ian’s First Kiss: Borrowed from another one of my fics, “Sunset”

Screenwriting Software: Final Draft 11

Special Thanks:

@brightpinkpeppercorn: My fandom twin and “beta reader” of sorts; thanks for all the great and fun discussions we had about the twins, their loves, the story, and concepts and future plans; they’ve been great! I love and appreciate your feedback!

@mysteli: You’re the entire reason I started this project! Ever since your first ES trailer I have envisioned what an ES movie would be like. And then my imagination spiraled out of control from there... Appreciate your feedback as well!

@edgydepressedchoicesthot: A fellow Estela stan! I met you even before I had a Tumblr, back on AO3. I read and fell in love with your ES rewrite series there... then school blocked AO3 (grr) but I eventually caught up! I hope you enjoyed this rewrite as much as I liked yours!

@bbaba-yagaa: A more recent fandom friend, but I’m so glad I met you and your blog! I adore your Estela fics so much!

@endlesshero1122: I’m still amazed at how we had such similar ideas with our respective ES and Hero rewrites. Dual MCs and everything, with one of them even being named Alyssa, what are the odds?! Glad you’ve enjoyed this script!

...And of course, everyone not on the tag list who’ve liked, read, and/or commented on this script! Every time I get a new like or comment, it makes me so happy to know that I made someone’s day a little better with this screenplay-rewrite of a visual novel we all know and love. I love writing; I really have a passion for it, and I hope I can continue entertaining people with my future stories to come!

And SPEAKING of future stories...

FADE IN:

INT. THE CELESTIAL LOBBY - DAY

Estela is standing at the concierge desk, gazing at several sheets of paper stacked atop it. The elevator doors open, and Ian emerges, the folders he’d found previously now clutched in his hands. She turns at his approach.

ESTELA: Ian! There you are! Listen, you should see this-

IAN: Look, I... I’ve got something I need to show you. To show everyone, really. Where are they?

ESTELA: I think most of them are still sleeping. Can’t say I blame them, after last... night? Morning? Day? Anyway, look.

Ian crosses over to the desk and looks at the papers. On them, in a messy scrawl, are written several seemingly non-sequitur messages. Ian picks one up and reads it, confused.

IAN: “The Hostiles know.” “McKenzie equals Lupus.” “The STARS are key!!” “He’s here he’s here he’s here he’s here...”

He looks up at Estela.

IAN: What is this? Looks like nonsense.

ESTELA: I’m not sure. But more to the point, this wasn’t here before we “time traveled.” Someone was here during the 204 days we skipped. Is this Diego’s handwriting?

IAN: Nah. I’d know his scribbles anywhere. Doubt it’s the Hostiles, either, since they don’t speak English.

ESTELA: So that means... what?

Before Ian can respond, the elevators open again, and Alyssa and Jake emerge. They stop short when they see the folders in Ian’s hand.

ALYSSA: Wait, are those-?

JAKE (simultaneously): You found some too?!

Estela and Ian turn to face them. Ian shrugs and holds up the folders.

IAN: I... I didn’t mean to keep these from you guys, I just didn’t really get the chance-

He stops when he realizes what Alyssa and Jake had said.

IAN: Wait... “found some too?” You both-

Alyssa shrugs sheepishly.

ALYSSA: At that emergency shelter. One of ‘em was about you, Estela.

ESTELA: Me?

IAN: You should’ve shown her!

ESTELA: To be fair, we all had our reasons for not trusting one another, especially at first.

She pulls out her own set of folders. The top one is Jake’s, and she hands it to him.

ESTELA: This is yours, I believe.

JAKE: Goddamn...

He flips through it, saying nothing, but his eyes go wide in surprise.

JAKE: Hang on. Be right back.

He sprints out of the lobby, toward the entrance to the basement. Alyssa hangs her head and sighs.

ALYSSA: Sorry, Estela. Really. We’re long past the point where we should’ve stopped keeping secrets from each other-

ESTELA: It’s fine. Apparently we all did the same thing.

IAN: I was hoping to find everyone so I could show them all at once. I’ve got Craig’s, Zahra’s, and Quinn’s.

ALYSSA: But how do they know this much stuff about us? Birthdates, locations, history... except yours, Estela; a lot of it’s blacked out for some reason.

She hands the folder to Estela, who reads through it.

ESTELA: What is here is worryingly accurate. How could Rourke possibly know all of this? Down to the last detail?!

Alyssa shivers involuntarily.

ALYSSA: I dunno, but it’s freaking me out-

Jake bounds back up the stairs, a pair of folders clutched in his hands.

JAKE: Found these right before all that Aleister business started, and then I forgot all about it, given... uh, what happened that night.

He looks awkwardly at Ian. Alyssa coughs and glares at Jake.

IAN: What happened that night?

ALYSSA: None of your business! Actually, hang on: what were you two doing that night? I seem to remember you rushing in together-

IAN: “None of your business!”

ALYSSA: I really should’ve seen that coming.

JAKE: None of that matters right now. You two are gonna wanna see these.

He passes the twins’ folders to each of them. They stand side by side as they open the folders, staring openmouthed at the “Birth” sections.

IAN: “December 31, 1995 - 11:59 PM” ... “Location... La Huerta?!”

ALYSSA: Mine says “January 1, 1996 - 12:00 AM.” Also La Huerta.

JAKE: There’s no way in hell you two were born here. You’d have known that, right?

Alyssa and Ian shake their heads.

ALYSSA: Jake... we were adopted together when we were babies. We never knew our birth parents or anything.

IAN: Our birth certificates said “January 1st, ‘96,” so that’s just when we celebrated, but... Alyssa...

ALYSSA: If Jake and Estela’s birthday info is all true, and if the others’ are true as well, then...

IAN: ...We were born here. On La Huerta.

ALYSSA: Ian... who are we?!

FADE TO BLACK.

TO BE CONTINUED IN... ENDLESS WINTER

FINAL THOUGHTS AND FUTURE PLANS:

How do you actually write one of these things? Well, I start out by playing through the canon chapter(s) that a given scene is based on and transcribing the script into Word for reference. The canon ES chapters are L-O-N-G, by the way. Then, I decide what to keep, what to alter, what to get rid of, and which lines to include unchanged, and then I write the actual script! After that, I run through it once to edit, then I’ll read the lines aloud and make more changes to make them sound natural. Post it to Tumblr, fix the formatting (and edit once again), then voila! A scene is born!

What was up with the changes? You skipped a ton of scenes! I thought the script turned out well, and (based on people’s reactions and comments) reasonably easy to follow even with all the changes. Most of the changes were made with the aim of streamlining and shortening the story; even with all the scenes cut from canon, the script still ended up being an estimated 3 hours long! Yikes! The other major changes were mostly made with the aim of setting up threads for weaving a greater story, which leads us to...

What the hell is “CIU Project?” Okay, okay, if anyone’s looked in the tags, you’ve probably noticed the recurring tag “ciu project” as well as tagging my Vaanti OC names with (CIU) at the end of it. CIU stands for “Choices Interconnected Universe” and is what I’m calling any- and everything that takes place in the same universe as this ES rewrite. There will be a more detailed post about the CIU and a general idea of my plans for it later on, but I wanted to wait to announce it until this first script was finished!

Have you written anything else in your CIU universe? “Choices Interconnected Universe Universe?” Okay, but seriously, this is the first official, “canon” work set in the CIU. I have written my Vaanu “Post-Credits Scene” during ESAPW, but consider that more of a loose “teaser” for the project than anything. Once I get to the script that scene’s meant to appear in, I will rewrite it and it may have a few tiny details different. Anything else I write in the CIU will be tagged with “ciu project” (no quotes) so you can find it easily there!

What other Choices books besides Endless Summer are going to be involved? I’ll be explaining that in the separate CIU post I plan to make soon, but in the meantime...

FADE IN:

INT. L.A.P.D. STATION - OFFICE - NIGHT (FIVE MONTHS AGO)

A man in a crisp suit, his back to the camera, scrolls through data about Rourke International on his computer screen; images of Jake, Lila, and Aleister appear beside a satellite view of the Caribbean Sea. Scattered on his desk are copies of the various dossier pages that Ian, Alyssa, Jake, and Estela had all found across La Huerta. The man sighs and rubs his forehead in frustration.

The door swings open, and a young auburn-haired policewoman rushes into the office, slightly out of breath. This is Jake’s sister, REBECCA MCKENZIE. The man looks up as she enters.

MAN: ...Officer McKenzie? I told you I’d let you know when I found something-

REBECCA: They’re pulling you off the case. You’re getting reassigned. I asked her not to, but-

MAN: Listen, Officer, I told you before: technically this case is well outside my jurisdiction. It’s not even in this country, let alone the city. I figured it was only a matter of time ‘til they wanted me working on something a bit closer to home.

REBECCA: But... what the hell am I supposed to...

MAN: Whatever I’m being reassigned to, I promise I’ll keep digging up leads on my own time. An entire island can’t just go missing with no one noticing; there’s definitely something fishy going on.

REBECCA: Yeah, and my brother was on that island. You’re a detective! Solving mysteries is your job!

MAN: Well, this mystery is tougher than most. But I promise we’ll figure it out eventually. He’s not the only person who’s gone missing in that area last month, besides.

He indicates the scattered pages on his desk.

MAN: Fifteen missing, including your brother. Don’t worry. You know I’ve got plenty of friends in high places.

Rebecca smiles, reassured by his words.

MAN: So what’s this new case I’m being reassigned to? I swear, if it’s another celebrity feud over nothing-

REBECCA: Nothing like that. You heard about the Tower Murders the other night?

MAN: Yeah, I thought Barton and Sanchez were handling that one-

Rebecca shakes her head.

REBECCA: Nobody can figure it out. Captain wants you. Specifically. There’s even rumors that... y’know... Li might be behind it.

MAN: Heh. Of course they think she’s behind it. If Li was behind everything everyone claimed she was, there’d have to be at least a dozen of her running around. 'Sides, murder isn’t her style.

He stands up from his desk, adjusting his suit and tie.

MAN: Tell the Captain I’ll do it.

REBECCA: You will? Just like that? But what about my brother?

MAN: I’m at a dead end for now anyway. I’ll find this murderer, get ‘em locked up, and be back on the La Huerta disappearances faster than you can say “Case closed.”

Rebecca laughs in spite of herself, then recovers and nods professionally.

REBECCA: Thank you, Detective. I’ll let the Captain know, and she’ll fill you in on the details. And... I appreciate what you’re doing for me. For my brother.

MAN: Of course. After all, there’s never been a case I couldn’t crack, and I’m not about to let that change!

Rebecca leaves the office. The man turns and faces the camera, adjusting his badge, which reveals his name: DETECTIVE DAVE REYES. He shakes his head, glancing back at the images on his computer once more.

DAVE: What the hell are you up to, Rourke?

FADE TO BLACK.

TO BE CONTINUED IN... MOST WANTED: THE HOLLYWOOD KILLER

It’s all connected...

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oc-white-flag-blog · 7 years ago

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Review - Izumi Akiyama - Part 1

Hello again peeps! :D Sorry for keeping you waiting for too long but god, turned out that I had so much to talk about and I rarely stop when I start talking xD Oh well. I will upload the review in about... 4-5 parts I think, and since I didn’t complete it yet, I’ll upload Powers and techniques, relationships and miscallenous stuff later.

This is just an example of how I will mostly do the reviews unless otherwise specified, and without the creation process part of course :) Anyone and everyone is welcome to give me reviews and ideas for my OCs and how I can do better reviews by the way, because I wish this blog to mainly be a brainstorming place rather than pointing fingers at people, and I claim no expertise in the matter of determining what makes a good OC, these are just my opinions ^^ Besides maybe I couldn’t be too impartial when it comes to my own OC so...

Let’s start :D

Note: Izumi’s portrait is done by my wonderful friend @eleanor-devil and I have her permission to upload it here ^*^

The Creation Process

Alrightie, before I focus on Izu, I would like to tell all of you one thing; do not, under any circumstances, be afraid of random ideas. Every OC has a chance to come to life when you think about it. Almost all of my OCs are from random ideas, and I must admit that my very first Naruto OC was (I still keep him by the way) a third generation OC, same age as Boruto and his friends’ children should be :D So go ahead, be creative as much as you like ^^ You wouldn’t know if you might come up with a plot you would really like, after all.

Anyways, on with Izumi :D

I remember me and my partner-in-crime @Eleanor-Devil talking about a Boruto AU (alternative universes can be life savers xD) when I first thought about her, which was back in… the beginning of 2016 I think. We needed a mentor kind of role over Mitsuki (Orochimaru’s canon son, fyi) and I was suddenly like hmm, y’know I might give Mitsuki a step mother in this case scenario - jokingly at first, because this was something Eleanor kept suggesting me that, since I loved Mitsuki and was intrigued by and fond of Orochimaru as a character (don’t ask why, it’s kinda complicated), I could create Mitsuki a foster mother in Konoha or something like that in the canon story. I had never entertained the idea much back then, because canon-wise, such a character just wouldn’t fit in my head. But since this was an AU, I finally decided why not, I can tweak around Orochimaru’s character a little, and make Izumi a distant assistant for him and a mediator between him and Mitsuki, who had a fall-out due to certain circumstances. I knew that she was going to be a Kirigakure OC (because after said circumstances, Mitsuki had to leave Konoha and later took refugee in Kiri) and that she had lost her family. Her and Orochimaru’s relationship will develop slowly and they later have a daughter, Kiyoshi, although Izumi died in birth.

Sorry for not being able to give loads of info about my OCs by the way, since I’m also writing their story, I have to keep some parts in shadows xD

It’s some months after that, can’t exactly remember how much, that again Eleanor asked me how I would imagine Izumi being part of our semi-canon AU project, Boruto: Happuden that I started thinking about it thoroughly. There was – and still sometimes is – the main problem I had: my pairing for her. Background making wasn’t too hard since I decided from the beginning that she’s gonna be an orphan, I decided to give her a brother who she would think to be dead for years, but pairing her with a generally-known-to-be-evil character WAS a challenge.

I will talk about them more in the relationship chapter, let me just go over other basics first.

Name: Gotta admit, Izumi is the name of one of my friends’ ginger haired character from her original story I REALLY loved, so when the opportunity of creating a female OC for Naruto came up, well… I really couldn’t think any other name xD This was before Itachi’s story came out. I found her surname while regularly looking for Japanese surnames, and I loved how Akiyama sounded, as it means “Autumn Mountain”. So I like to translate her name as “Fountain on the autumn mountain” ^^

Appearance: Alright another quick note here: don’t be afraid to make your OC related to a canon clan. One thing you might wanna look out for, however, is to ‘balance’ just how strong the clan’s genes run in your OC. We will talk about this more in the powers section. Still, if you want to create a pure-blooded / direct descendant OC for any clan, it is highly advisable to follow their guidelines. For example, I wouldn’t create an Uchiha OC with bright blue eyes, since they seem to all have black or at least dark colored eyes.

That being said, Izumi is a descendant of the Uzumaki clan xD

Well it wasn’t my first idea when I gave her wine red hair because I love redheads, but I wasn’t completely against the idea when I was presented with it, because the Uzumaki are spread across the ninja world and Uzushio was a land between the Fire and Water. Her Caucasian kind of skin tone and blue eyes are just random and things that I thought would go with red hair.

As for her clothing style, what I can classify as a generic type is that she likes wearing turtlenecks and all of her clothings are long-sleeved, even beach wear. That’s because she carries burn marks on her forearms and aside from being very self-conscious about them, those also bring back bad memories for her, so she covers them as best as she could.

#oc-white-flag #oc review #naruto oc #izumi akiyama #akiyama izumi

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engclicht · 7 years ago

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REPOST, DON’T REBLOG!

NAME: zshligeshrguiewh NICKNAME: usagi / usa AGE: 23 FACECLAIM: chibiusa from sailor/moon PRONOUNS: they/them !! she/her is ok too HEIGHT: 4′11 BIRTHDAY: april 30th AESTHETIC: pastel pinks, blues and glitter tbh LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO: um? idk it was on the radioooo idR FAVORITE MUSE(S) YOU’VE WRITTEN: gosh. um well obvs ang, i loved writing harley/quinn too and my goddess oc.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO TAKE ON YOUR CURRENT MUSE ( THAT YOU ARE POSTING THIS ON ): so i had only recently gotten into ovw then -- and then one day i was watching dexter and i saw rita come one screen and i just went !! she’s a gr8 mercy fc !! and then my brain started working and -- i started throwing headcanons to a good friend of mine and mercy was born !! of course -- i changed her fc a couple times after that and now completely diff but thats how the muse was born lol

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE ASPECTS OF YOUR CURRENT MUSE: what i love about ang is that -- though her heart is soft and she cares so much about people, there’s this mystery to her that she hides from everyone with a smile. and she portrays herself to be this positive person who believes in all the good in the world and the good in others -- but rly she’s not as positive as you may think. its kind of ?? an act? she’s a huge believer in ...the world is what you make of it. so if she believes the world is GOOD it’s going to be. but her faith in that fades with each day -- and she’s def not positive about herself or her abilities. she’s constantly upset with herself over the smallest mistakes / failures -- and is always..kinda paranoid that everything is her fault?? i also love that she doesn’t have good coping mechanisms. she drinks. so i just ?? i like that she’s not as “perfect” or “angelic” as many think of her as. tho she does TRY to be

WHAT’S YOUR BIGGEST INSPIRATION WHEN IT COMES TO WRITING: colors? there’s specific colors i associate with ang and her moods so i always gotta think of those. and sometimes if i see something of those colors im like !! hell yea muse is awake

FAVORITE TYPES OF THREADS: tbh i love ?? everything ? i love angst and fluffy things and random things. things where ang gets to be sassy? things where ang finally gets to relax or feel loved?? anything revolving ang i love lol so everything

BIGGEST STRUGGLE IN REGARDS TO YOUR CURRENT MUSE: the hardest thing EVER has been her timeline. i finally got one written out but GO D it took me...frick how long have i had this blog ??? um ... anyways -- it took me until last month i think to FINALLY write it out. there isn’t much info either on the exact years of things or ages and such -- so its all hc based, and i had to research a lot on how one becomes a dr in switzerland. MOTHS of research -- but def worth it

TAGGED BY: @sombrc TAGGING: you and you and you and you !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#➹╾ ooc. ∗

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badrpstories · 7 years ago

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I’ve been told many times that no matter how someone is online, you have to be careful on the ones that are Toxic Rpers. However, I found one that was one of them

One day I was minding my own business on tumblr looking for new friends/rp buddies to follow. When I was checking my activity for the blog, I then got a follow from another user who was also a rp blog like mine. Other’s told me about this user on how amazing, sweet, honest, and caring they were and that I should follow them to rp. At first, I wasn’t sure about following them after looking at their blog but I ended up following them back. I thought this user who was a female was new to Tumblr but it seems she’s been here for many years with their own OC. Right away she said thank you for following her and I said you’re welcome but I wasn’t sure on how to rp with them.

The blog didn’t have much info at all but something of a blog description that talked about their character’s story which didn’t make sense. This OC didn’t have any other information about them that I knew about and no page explaining of her character’s bio. Right away she asked me to rp with her OC using one of my male OCs after I followed them back. I wanted to use my main female OC but she didn’t rp with females and would only rp with males. I thought she might be uncomfortable with that and I said okay. I wrote up a starter for us and we started where I wrote a paragraph for the starter and she only respond with five words for a reply. I let this slide figuring she might be still thinking of a long reply and kept going with it but her replies got shorter and shorter to being only one word which got annoying.

So as the Rp went along, my male Oc was being nice to help her with things and right away she quickly wrote in tags that that her character suddenly fall in love with him. I knew it’s way too soon for our characters to love one another because they barley knew one another. Heck, she even said she ships them already and they just met. I told her that couldn’t work and all she said was okay and went on with her reply. After a while, she had her character showing signs of falling in love with him and said she wanted to make him her mate and have babies right away.

I told her once more that love at first sight doesn’t work that way but she kept doing it over and over again to where she almost got my male character in bed with her before I told her I didn’t want to do that. She stopped rping with me and the Rp was forgotten. I tried to remind her it was her turn but she wouldn’t respond to me. Others that follow me saw my rp with this person and told me to be careful with interacting with her which I didn’t understand. That’s when they told me some ‘things’ about this user about how she puts on a fake face to hide her true self to being a Toxic rper. I wasn’t sure what they meant and one told me their experience dealing with her. Even showing a blog with more info about the same girl.

What they said and what I read had me shocked, worried, and disturbed. Others that interacted with her were always Rping with males and having confusing Rps with her. It’s always only males she wants to rp with to where she can have all of them fall in love with her on first sight to be mates and making lots of babies. I’ve never seen her rp with a female character and even if that one tried to hit on her, she refused to have her OC love them. That explains why she asked me to rp with my male Oc instead so she could make him fall in love with her OC and claim him as hers forever. The mun had really long rp replies that takes up my dashboard, puts up disturbing posts, never tags her sensitive posts or Rps, even the mun having her character committing suicide and more. I didn’t know what to say about this and I somehow felt bad for her.

Anyway, I’ve tried to speak with her and offered her some help with her OC but again, she never responded to me.I even tried to rp with her to see if I can help her but again she refused. It was like she’s ignoring me and countless others regarding of the hard truth. She hated to hear this from others and me to where she chooses to delete their posts and messages then moves on. After ignoring me for about a month, she finally responds to me to ask for help by rping again. She told me to remind her to not do this or that and I said I’ll try. I’ve had to remind her every day with what she shouldn’t do but when I reminded her about it one time, she snapped at me. She yelled at me saying she knew that and said don’t talk to me before and I stopped talking to her. She was the one that asked me to remind her and yet she loses her temper at me all because I did something she asked helped for.

I asked for a apology and she never gave it to me, making me wish to help even more. The days became weeks, weeks became months to her getting worse and worse. She kept writing even more disturbing posts which made me very uncomfortable but I kept offering to help her by writing some posts myself tagging her or writing in her posts but again, she ignored them. I wrote to her once more telling her I wanted to help her but she got mad saying she didn’t need help nor did her character who was perfect. Even getting angry with me because I said the honest truth about her character.

I still tried to help her and offer help but she just kept ignoring me to where I got a bit upset with her and hurt. It also made me wonder why I’m trying to help her and yet she won’t listen to me. After a while, I started seeing that she just won’t listen because here and now, I’m still seeing her doing the same thing over and over everyday regardless of her saying “I’m going to change.” Or “I don’t know when I’m going to change her or myself.” She’s still hiding behind her mask and hiding her true self because unless I can see her change I won’t believe it.

I told her once more that I wished to talk with her and she replied with me in messages and she told me how she’s the victim and how I couldn’t see that from the rps. Their were others wishing to offer her help and she’s been turning them down and getting mad for no reason. She said she thinks her OC’s not a mary sue but she is and I’ve told her I wanted to help her in any way possible. She told me I had no idea what she’s been through or I wouldn’t understand the pain but I told her I’m sorry she’s been hurt but I wanted to help but she didn’t reply about it. I got no reply from her after a while and I just couldn’t take it anymore because it seems she didn’t change no matter what someone tells her. I gave up offering help and rping with her because it seems she didn’t want it. I gave her my trust and offer for nothing. We only rps together very shortly but this told me I have to be careful because theirs others like this girl on tumblr. I’m not following her no more either but I hope she changes on her own.

#rp #submission

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rosencroix · 7 years ago

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Happy Birthday To Us

….So. It’s been 31 years since I was born. But now, I have something else to celebrate: the 1-year release of my Undertale AU, Chaintale. Granted, Chaintale was technically created in June last year, but I never released info for it until my birthday. I may end up rambling about how this all came to be, so I’ll put it all under Keep Reading. Or maybe I should just not.

It all started when I first saw a let’s Play of Undertale appear on Steam Train. I figured it was a game I wouldn’t be able to play at any point in my life, so I watched the videos as they came out. The more I watched, the more I became interested. Again, I thought I wasn’t able to play it, especially on my old laptop. It always happens when I see a game I’m unable to play; I spoil myself then purge it from my mind until I’m able to play it. I thought I’d forget about Undertale the same way…..but I didn’t.

I decided to learn more about Undertale and eventually joined the fandom it had. Like any fandom I’ve come across, I knew that Undertale would also have a fandom with a good side and a toxic side (and I was right, so it didn’t come as a surprise when this game, with its positive messages, fell victim to usual fandom issues). But that’s a whole other subject for another time.

Back to what I was saying, I couldn’t forget about Undertale, I wanted to try it out. And so, I did in July of last year. I wanted to marathon it, but you know, work had to get in the middle of it, so it wasn’t exactly a “marathon” as I hoped it would be. But you know what?

I LOVED IT.

I was laughing at the funniest parts, crying at the saddest ones, cursing at parts that made me angry, and finding out why I’ve never played bullet hell games ever (if I kept dying in this game, how the hell could I handle Touhou!?). I ended up loving all of the characters, maybe with a few favorites, but close to the point where I felt bad for picking favorites (and any monsters of any game I’ve played up to then. I literally felt bad and I owe an apology to them). In the end, I literally felt myself disconnect from the character I controlled. Like something snapped apart. It was like losing a part of myself that I had connected to them throughout the game. But it seemed like a good thing? Regardless, it all turned out well in the end. (I did watch videos of what happens if I played Undertale like a normal monster-killing game, and LOLNOPEFUCKTHATKTHXBYE!)

Having experienced the Undertale fuss, I started getting stronger ideas than what I had from the videos. I realized that the game and fandom was around longer than I thought (by a year when I heard of its first anniversary), and I’ve seen a lot of pictures of different versions of the Undertale characters. Now before anyone assumes anything, back when I was younger, I used to draw skeletons as part of the element of Darkness. I had original stories where darkness was akin to elements of fire, water, wind, earth, light, even time, magic, and jewels, even the cosmos (celestial). But at the time, I didn’t have my own computer to use to fully research what skeletons are actually supposed to look like, so I only had what I learned in school and maybe a few pictures to go off of. They looked blocky and disconnected, just floating pieces of squares and triangles. I’d think the skulls looked a tiny bit better that the bodies, but not great. Eventually, I moved on to other projects over the years and hadn’t done anything much with those elements anymore.

Until I saw Sans and Papyrus.

I was drawn to them. Maybe even more than the other characters (I ended up loving all of the characters, but the skeleton pair are the one that got me attached more). I wanted to draw them, but I sketched more of Sans than Papyrus. At the time I joined the Undertale fandom, I never knew that the brothers, especially Sans, were such overused characters. To be honest, I never believed that a character could be overused. There was no such thing as a “oversaturated” character to me. But I didn’t know this when I decided to draw them. They drew out what I had stopped drawing years before, those times I tried to draw skeletons for that dark element. I know it sounds strange, but they really did. All of this led to a thought when I saw other people making AUs for Undertale: I want to make one, too.

Of course, I had five other major projects I had created over the years, but I put them on hiatus or never published, because of life and my interests changed. I had felt that this one would be part of them eventually, so I decided to start on an AU.

I first wondered if there was any subject that hadn’t been tried. I ran some ideas and thought of chains. I tried out using Sans and designed a version of him (with some failures), but I soon had a solid initial design:

Realizing that I have a few original characters who handled chains as weapons, I thought about taking it a step further. What if I had an entire AU consist of chains and chain motifs? Monsters that had chains as a part of them and/or weapons? That’s when Chaintale was born. As I went through the creation process, I studied Let’s Plays of other players. I wanted to understand the lore further, so I can have an easier time for the story. But as time went by, I started seeing negativity towards the fandom, which I shouldn’t be surprised. But now being a creator of my own Undertale AU, I was worried I was going to be targeted as well, so I locked my second blog. For four months, I added to my side blog, but worry still plagued me. I started questioning if I should stop the project altogether. But another part of me kept reminding me of the past projects I paused for months, even years, and I didn’t want to stop. This is when those Genocide route videos came to mind. I wanted to destroy my AU, but I couldn’t. I wanted to at least see it done. Then I thought about how to proceed with the story and how to incorporate this. I won’t say much, but let’s just say the chain of events that occurred are intentional. But I was so happy I completed it. Not only was it the third multi-chapter story I’ve completed in my life, but it’s the first one I’ve even uploaded online.

Continuing on, as I worked on Chaintale, new ideas came forth. I wanted to do something after the Chaintale story finished. I thought about going back to my old projects, but I felt that there should be more to Chaintale. At one point, I had started to work on an Undertale fanfic, but I didn’t like the way it was going and thought about scrapping it. Then I thought about my experience with Undertale. I decided to recycle my old fanfic and use parts of it in my new one. Called Linear Temporal, it’s basically Undertale, but with the character I named in the game, Hiro, and based on the experiences I had with the game. It’s still in process, so by the time this is posted, I’d still be working on it (because of life). I made my own versions of Frisk, Chara, the six fallen humans, everyone. This led to two side stories: The Fallen Six (about the six fallen humans in Chaintale) and The Fallen Royal Scientist (a story about my Chaintale!Gaster). Then I decided to make it an arc, then decided to make a series collection. It took me a while to figure one out, but with two more stories, the Necro Shift Series name came to me. I just needed something to keep everything related to the stories in one place so that was it.

From then on, I wanted to add more to the collection. Because as usual, I add more things than necessary, so I added OCs. Three of them to be exact:

A skeleton cat monster named Palatino, a human boy named Liam, and another human man named Whyen (funny story about Whyen’s creation…). But then another issue rose up; involving OCs in an Undertale-related project. I had seen some negativity towards that subject in the fandom, and again, not surprising but nerve-wrecking to me as the creator. But with two new stories, I feel like I could expand the scope of the project. I still have to work on them, but I have the general plot points worked out.

Oh geez, I didn’t realize how long I wrote this. But anyway, since I had completed Chaintale’s main story, I had thought about making a comic version of my story. But I’ve only done a tiny bit of comic drawing over the course of my life. As usual, I try to do more than I can do. I wanted to make music for it (couldn’t find a way to record the notes I had in mind), I tried voice acting (haven’t done in years, then found I somehow acquired an accent??), I wanted to do animation (I did a few things, but it didn’t work out or I didn’t have a good program). I even thought about doing something similar to the fan battles I’ve seen. But between that and life, it’s how my projects end up on hiatus. I didn’t want my Necro Shift Series to end up like that. So I continued on, until I finally gathered the courage to open my AU to the public. And because I didn’t really do much for my birthday last year and I needed a day that would help with milestones, so I chose my birthday.

Ahh… This has gotten really long and I should stop. But despite the times I have to deal the holiday retail season, despite having to keep myself from drifting away from this, despite having my ass handed to me what seems like almost ten times by Asgore during the one time I played Undertale…

I stayed determined.

Here’s to more years, more Undertale, more possible projects, and finally completing a major project!

#artcorner #announcement #mybirthdayposthere

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Your Dictator’s Works: Kyo-Annie

Okay, finally getting down to writing these Dictator’s Works posts. Originally, I was going to talk about both Kyo and Reyna, but Kyo’s stuff turned out a little beefier in text than I thought, so I’ll just talk about Kyo for the entire thing and talk about Reyna... eh, later.

Oh yeah, since it’s been about... over a year since I’ve done this kind of post here’s a quick summary. Your Dictator’s Works is a analysis/breakdown of my own creation, ranging from characters, to stories, and so on. Basically, a big info dump where I gush over whatever thing I’m talking about. When it comes to OCs, I’ll try and keep it to their design, but no promises.

So without further ado, here’s a Dictator’s Works on Kyoko-Annabelle Mushi, or Kyo-Annie for short... or just Kyo.

Summary, Origins, and Inspirations

In a nutshell, Kyo is a kung fu demon girl, and that’s where most of her character starts and ends. Unlike Claudia, I don’t have a 3-year-old RP blog to reference, and a lot of characters I creator from drawings rarely have a higher purpose other than what concept I had for them, but Kyo’s origins are pretty interesting. I was on a discord server and the mods decided to have a sort of Art Jam where the theme was to make a kung fu girl. I technically already had a kung fu girl, Reyna, but I wanted to make something more original. So after awhile of scribbling, Kyo came out.

And boy did this little demon girl go through a butt load of redesign. after about 2 years of doodling her. I literally just pulled up some older pictures from my art tag and... Lord Alive, the difference in design is staggering.

Speaking of...

Design

So, like I said before, Kyo was a product of an art jam. I didn’t have a real idea for her other than “make kung fu girl that wasn’t Reyna.”

This is the oldest sketch I could find of her. For all that’s change, not much really has. The basic ideas are still present. Chinese-styles sleeveless shirt, biker shorts/spats, and bangles. Color scheme aside, the only thing that’s changed is that she wears shoes now.

And much like I said in my Dictator’s Works, I tend to give my characters a very specific kind of fray in their hair for the sake of the silhouette looking unique, so Kyo has a bit of cowlick sticking out of her hair. Canonically, Kyo’s cowlick is purposely done up with hairspray to hide her horn, but I didn’t come up with that until later.

The emblem she wears is... well...

Yeah, remember when her name was Kyo-Annie? Canonically, that’s short for Kyoko-Annabelle, as her Japanese mom and Western-demon father kept argue on what her first name should be before settling for both their ideas. Out-of-Universe, Allen X is extremely lazy when it comes to his characters and was watching some K-On reruns when thinking this character up.

And that’s really it for design. Kyo’s a pretty simple character, both in design and concept, so there’s not much to go over. The only thing I can add is that Kyo is now blond so that her original dark hair doesn’t blend into her gray skin. Canonically, she dyes it blond to be rebellious, but it’s more for design reasons than in-universe ones. Other than that, I think her design explains itself pretty well. Though... this’ll be a pretty short Dictator’s Works if I end this here, so...

Story Background

I don’t feel comfortable talking about Violacous Storm yet since I’m kind of redoing the story, and I really don’t want to talk about the made typings known as that story, so I’ll just talk about Kyo’s background and bio instead.

Kyo is a half-demon, specifically a Cambion, a half-human, half-succubus. The gray skin Kyo has is a product of her father that didn’t show up until she turned 12. Being half-succubus, Kyo is aluring and attractive on a super natural level, but she hates it. The bangles she wears around her wrists are actually enchanted to heavily hinder her succubus abilities. To most people she just looks like a dark elf until you see her fangs, but without the bangles normal humans would be entranced by her appearance and flock to her. Kyo found this extremely annoying once she realized the attention got was due to her sucubbus abilities and not for her as a person, so she did her best to hide that fact. Wearing tomboyish and rebellious clothes, dying her hair a wild yellow, taking on a more punk-ish persona, and taking her martial arts lessons more seriously as a way to literally push away people advancing on her.

Oh yeah, I should probably explain why such a kung fu girl in the first place.

For a bit of backstory, Kyo’s human mother is a Japanese Shrine Maiden, Yoko Mushi. Yoko... got knocked up as a teenager by a really hot incubus she was suppose to seal away or kill, but fell for his charms and had Kyo at age 15. After failing in her task (and getting knocked up at that), she was reprimanded and nearly banished from the family if not for the mercy of her mother. Yoko promised to raise the child as the next shrine maiden in her stead, one that would bring honor, glory, and worshippers to their shrine. And as a show of her determination, she immediately banished Kyo’s father to the demon realm a few months later after tracking him down. Kyo herself has no clue about this aside from her father being an incubus that was banished, but does want to be a shrine maiden to both help her mother out and out of honest religous faith, though worship at the Mushi Shrine is... odd.

Kyo’s shrine worships a god of war, so martial arts is strict practice. All shrine maidens have to go through some brutal combat training to be viable, and the last test includes defeating their teacher via knockout or death. Well, death in the old days, but modern times have made the Mushi family lighten up on the tradition. Kyo herself is versed in karate and judo, though not on an expert level. Given that she wants to beat her mom and earn the title of heir she decides learn kung fu as a way to diversify her techniques as a martial artist, along with thinking that karate and judo were boring due to their family’s style being more for practicality, self-defense, and worship rather than modern-day competitions.

And... she happens to be a huge fan of kung fu movies, but that’s beside the point.

Kyo and her mom had a pretty big fight about her switching styles, and Kyo walked out the room in a huff before trying to apply at a shaolin academy for girls. It tooks some effort, but she was accepted on a scholarship after holding her own against one of their top students, Reyna. The two have been bitter rivals ever since.

Personality-wise, Kyo is hard-working, determined, and tomboyish, but also has a pension for pranks and mischief. She can come across as a bully with all the fights she picks, but thankfully only picks fights with people that she either knows can take her on, or are annoying her to the point of violence... though it’s pretty easy to rile her up to that point. This is a product of her background as a shrine maiden in training. Worshipping a god of war tends to leave you pretty excited for a fight to show off your skills not only to others, but to God watching you kick butt in his name.

And as stated before, she’s half-succubus, but hates that half of her. Despite the kung fu girl aesthetic she’s a very religious and faithful girl, and while sexual purity isn’t as heavily looked at nowdays for shrine maidens, at least at her shrine, Kyo herself wants to remain sexually pure until she takes over the shrine, marries a priest and has a daughter of her own to continue running the shrine. To that end, the bangles she wears holds back her demonic abilities, namely her hypnosis and alluring aura. Mostly out of the loathing she has for her demon-half, but also because she can’t control her abilities yet. Like I said, she hates her half-demon side because it heavily clashes with her tomboy martial artist side. One of her hopes is that becoming a full-fledged shrine maiden will help purify her and get her humanity back.

And despite that heavy paragraph above I never talk about that side of her in the story. It’s something she keeps to herself, and you’ll mostly just see a tomboyish martial arts demon. This is namely because she’s more a rival to Reyna, who’s the main character in Violacous Storm, but I might make a one-shot or two focusing on Kyo in the future, who knows?

Conclusion

Anyway, I think that’ll be it for this Dictator’s Works. That... took long than I though it would. Next time I’ll talk a bit about Reyna, so look forward to that.

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