#can i *design* a transformer and thus turn my ocs into them for fun like i want to? nnnnnope v much not

[kayrllylikesblitzwing]

Hnnnghhhhh I should be drawing transformers …

BUT I LIKE THE ZOMBIE MAN.

HELLO I’m posting some ocs because recently I’ve gotten into a new rp server and it’s like one of those usual “oh kids go to highschool and they have powers and it’s alllllll monitored by the government” BUT they allow aliens too so it’s pretty neat

I brought in a TON of my old ocs who I used to use Back In The Day when I roleplayed on my hero academia roblox servers which HAS to be the most haunting, most horrible Experience of my entire life thus far. But basically I redrew a lot of my characters who I added to the new server im in and gave them a basic little sketch design and NOW im going to INTRODUCE THEM TO YOU

The girl in red is Fuji she is very mean and very manipulative and very evil and her ability is basically she can just glitch. Like it’s so funny the universe thinks she’s an error so she constantly like fades out of existence and stutters and lags and stuff but still remains. She can glitch through walls, lag and glitch other people, and even insert something like a trojan virus into others, where she can control them remotely, albeit she won’t have control of her own body while she controls them…. PRETTY COOL, pretty EVIL!

NEXT the weird SpongeBob looking thing is literally god. I’m not joking!!! In the lore of my own universes this guy, Sir Boxers (which, fun fact, had a close friend name him and it stuck perfectly!!!) is legitimately god he has the ability to warp reality and do legit whatever he wants. Ofc for the sake of the rp I have to tone down his power so we made this super crazy dramatic backstory that he was like the reigning but benevolent king of his dimension but then he got usurped by some evil force and sent into another world, trapped in a weaker, smaller vessel that can’t do as much as his other godly form, and he’s like trying to return to his dimension to restore order… it’s a funny thing LOL he’s just a joke character

Next is T-0FF-E3 of TOFFEE, and I HAVE DRAWN AND POSTED HIM BEFORE!!! I just didn’t like his design cuz he was too skrunkly so I bulked him up. I already talked about him but basically he was a regular dude and when his powers started showing up he just like mutated into a machine. Super nice, doesn’t know his strength, I love toffeee

Next is Liberty and I very Love Her!!! She’s a little bit of a mess because she’s both like a gym bro but also a cat girl so she’s pretty funny LMAOO she’s extremely competitive and almost aggressively supportive but also has the ability to turn things into weapons!!! As long as she can put both of her palms on something she can turn it into a weapon but that does NOT mean she can use it effectively, because a) the more elaborate the weapon, the more energy she needs to use on it to create it, b) the mass of whatever she makes the weapon on doesn’t change so if she makes like a weapon out of something heavy she might not be able to pick it up and c) she has NO EXPERTISE in any weaponry WHATSOEVER lol

Next is… Romeo 😍😍😍 he’s fucking disgusting! Little Zombie Boy “died” when he was an infant of like some sort of tumor in his brain but even though he was medically dead his body just persisted on its wild Basically his ability is he has full control over every single individual cell in his body and can use his his abilities to manipulate his flesh and stuff however he pleases and can just put himself back together if he’s torn apart. He’s like that trope where people talk abt bats and they’re like THE BATS ARE MORE SCARED OF YOU THAN YOU ARE OF THEM becuz Romeo lowkey is scared of everyone NOT socially inept but he just doesn’t like to interact and because of his strict upbringing

Next is Coronette and OKAY SHES ONE OF MY ALIENS Coronette was initially a part of a species I made for transformers where this group called the crixstaline were Cybertronian minicons that escaped to another planet, initially just to colonize it but then they sorta mutated with it… anyway Coronette is similar to that but I removed all of Cybertronian stuff from her stuff and made them just a species of PURE crystal theyre so cool they have their own language and like customs and stuff and UGH I might post their lore Bible one day it’s so cool anyway. Coronette is a princess from Crixstal, which is a planet that fell to foreign alien influences, and she hates earth and is stupid and dumb and wants to go home but doesn’t know WHY she can’t go home (planet was destroyed L BOZO) and she’s an iPad kid

TWO MORE second to last is CHIP and first of all I would like to say he is named after my dog and I have three ocs named after my dog two are named Chip Mooney and one is Chip Gebelhoff and the second Chip Mooney is based off Neil cicierega—

BUT ANYWAY this is the ORIGINAL CHIP other than my dog Chip used to wear red but I made him blue bcuz it fits him better and because I wanted a rainbow with my characters designs Anyway chip has the super power of onomatopoeia which means that when he says words like Pow or Boom they actually take affect in the world around him. This is disastrous and deadly and after he unintentionally nearly killed his father by activating his powers on accident, he has become mostly selective mute. He’s really guarded with how and when he talks and he’s JUST like those redditors who write like scripts of how they’re supposed to like interact and talk with people so he specifically doesn’t accidentally say a word that might trigger his power’s affects anyway he has my favorite ability

AND FINALLLLY we have Whizzer he’s a little guy the youngest oc of the line up. HES AWESOME he’s actually a remake of one of my OLDEST OCS EVER, who was an umbrella academy oc. Whizzer has a weird little astronaut bubble head not just to protect himself from anything, but to mostly protect others— FOR YOU SEE, whizzer’s ability is that his lungs are SO POWERFUL, if he breathes, he can basically desolate an environment of all of its oxygen and even take the oxygen out of other peoples lungs. He wears his little bubble so he doesn’t suffocate no one but also so he doesn’t breathe in nasty stuff like smog or bugs all of the time cuz that??? That would be bad.

ANYWAY. That’s my oc post have a wonderful day!!! Will blitz post soon❤️❤️❤️

[baitgore]

A reference drawn for the sake of getting a commission done. I'm gonna use this as a springboard to chat about the ~design process~ for Bait here.

Initially my only thought for her design was "nice ass a la Beast Wars" because I got a look at the Beast Wars butts and went "damn i like that". So that's the context for her entire design: I wanted something sexy with booty ass for days. IN order to make that work I just leaned hard into the self-indulgence, so I also decided she'd be a dragonformer, and because I love IDW 2005 Arcee I decided she'd also have the kind of vibes like if you left her alone for too long someone would end up dead, but also because I love G1 Vortex I wanted her to have the kind of vibes that she's like that on purpose and does it for fun. Aaaaand then I didn't bother to do anything with that concept for like two months.

I finally sit down and I'm like, "alright, I'll design this OC into something so I can draw her." But a crucially important fact about me is that I am not creative enough to make my own TFOCs and also have them look like TF characters. I had one or two oc designs outside her, and universally the design language was just always off. And unfortunately I care a great deal about that. So I used a different tactic and just... took like the top 10 most sexy characters in The Transformers and cut up every part of their designs I liked and smacked them together.

The head fin/vent back shapes were largely borrowed from Drift; the vents were nabbed from a whole bunch of different places but the silhouette of them was largely referenced off of First Aid and Vortex; the visor I got from a few different (very cute) fan designs of Optimus Prime; the little V chevron came from Ratchet and the little glowing detail behind it came from Pharma. The two-toned mask was my own idea, but the mask and visor setup references Soundwave, who has almost the same face without the ability to swing his mask open and turn someone into paste with his teeth.

The shoulders and the chest cockpit detail (if memory serves, anyway) came from the Flame Toys take on Starscream. The claws are a very vague reference to some Grimlock toy I'd seen before. The rotors came from Vortex. The lights on her chest were loosely inspired by Tarn. Her hips were inspired by Arcee's (specifically in IDW 2005's Robots In Disguise/The Transformers ongoing), down to the lights, but cut out significantly to allow room for a beast wars style round as hell butt. The alt mode kibble was also vaguely inspired by the same Arcee, because I didn't want to bother figuring out how her alt mode worked or looked so I just slapped some junk on there aand called it a day. The two-toned titties were homegrown, and the actual torso shape was just my "generic Transformer torso", with a narrow waist and top-heavy dorito chest.

There wasn't really much going on with her legs; most transformers have a pretty standard leg design (one relatively narrow upper thigh and a much chunkier "boot"/lower leg. She got talons because I said so, and the rest of it was just me throwing whatever kibble I thought could stick there. Her knees are the same shape and color pattern as her tits, though, so that that wasn't as silly, and she has a pair of tail rotors in her outer calves that were referenced vaguely from Combiner Wars Vortex's silly arm things.

I got the color scheme from a gaming computer and the triangle patterns from my brain. Thus concludes the Design Process.

[berryblast52]

My Transformer OC peacekeeper! I love transformers and I like learning about different bots and cons. So when I learned there was an Autobot named Warpath I was like ‘warpath? Pfft that’s like naming a Decepticon peacekeeper!.... wait but like what if?’ And thus she was born! Peacekeeper is a bit ditzy and cheerful; she’s a nurse most of the time and is rather sweet but don’t let that fool you. She’ll kill with no hesitation and is quick about it. She’ll also do it with a smile on her face. She also likes to collect things, pretty crystals and stones, and also pieces of fallen rivals and comrades most usually their spark chamber as a means to remember them by. You often find in her room ‘art projects’ where she’s taken the spark chambers and turned them into art pieces that represents who they use to be. For example if the chamber had belonged to a seeker she turns them into lamps shaded in their colors and hangs them as high as they can go because she believes that they would be happy as close to the sky as possible and they shine brightly. Or had the chamber belonged to a boat like sea spray or beach comber she’d fill it with resin and put fake fishes and plant life inside. One of her favorite past times is deciding what to do if one of her ‘friends’ ends up dead. In her mind it’s a great honor and she’d be reassuring to them like ‘Don’t worry should anything happen to you I will remember you and make you beautiful!’ Or something along those lines. I also picture her with an accent like maybe German? Mostly cause she thinks it’s fun. She does have her own set of standards when it comes to killing others like it’s nothing personal and she doesn’t understand why the Autobots get so mad when they killed just as many decepticons rather hypocritical if you ask her, however she’s absolutely terrified of scraplets and would never let anybody get eaten by them if she could help it because they leave nothing behind. Absolutely nothing to remember you by. So she’ll grab someone scooby doo style and book it! I mostly picture her in Prime but I could see her in most any of the continuities. She’d be in the background just doing her thing not really trying to move up in ranks just happy to serve the cause. Speaking of serving the cause she tries to recruit people all the time and during the early days she would make pamphlets about why you should see their great leader Megatron and his speeches! And why functionalism is stupid and you should stop it! Boy she’d really hate the animated verse what with their segregation based on if you have wings or not. War builds, civilian builds, doesn’t matter to her she is who she chooses to be thank you very much! And that’s what I got so far! I’m still practicing drawing transformers it’s a little hard for me but I’m happy with this design it was fun looking up different femmes and seeing how they were designed. It was also a good time practicing with digital art! Anyways sorry for the massive info dump I like writing a bit to much sometimes but I plan on drawing her some more and when I do I’ll probably talk more about her past and what not. Anyways thanks for reading this far and hope you have a lovely day!

[twitchesandstitches]

Skyrim/General Fantasy OC Ideation: Tamitayo’s Buddies

I’ve mentioned before, I think, that one of my signature OCs (Tamitayo the dark elf/black dragon in a dark elf form) is actually based on the character I played in some of my Skyrim playthroughs that I got particularly attached to; after doing runs as an orc and argonian, my dunmer playthrough got particularly appealing to me because of the narrative resonance of a nord prophecy heroine being one of the dark elves so oppressed and mistreated in Skyrim, and a personality of sorts emerged in my playthroughs as well.

however, while a lot of Tamitayo’s personality and abilities are a direct translation of my time playing in Skyrim, not all of them are. Put simply, I like to do a little bit of everything in Skyrim, from being a combat monster, to a deadly spell apocalypse, to a werewolf/vampire lord hybrid, and do it all REALLY well. an undead summoning, spell-slinging, deadly warrior who excells at pretty much whatever i currently find the most fun to play. while that’s good for gameplay, it translates pretty poorly into a written narrative; a character who is good at everything, while fun in a powergaming way, lacks narrative hooks to really figure them out or come up with ideas for how they typically perform.

So, and I have done some ideas with this in the past that haven’t really gone anywhere, my idea was (and still is) to split up my preferences in gameplay into several characters, with their roots in the Elder Scrolls setting, but designed so that they can be adjusted to fit other settings as needed; D&D, my sci fi fantasy AUs, and whatever else feels right.

In rough order:

Tamitayo: The most established of these characters, she’s a spellsword barbarian type; in TES setting, she’s a dark elf from a fairly obscure sub-culture within Morrowind’s outer reaches and is an outsider to established Imperial culture. Short-spoken, terse and very forbidding in demeanor, she’s explicitly based off Conan the barbarian, both in general personaltiy and her world-weary disdain of the civilized world’s own cruelty. She’s, ironically, a sorceress type: she specializes in destructive combat magic, with some more defensive abilities. Probably makes use of Bound weapons, and mainly uses fire/explosive magic. Likely to wear furred robes and make use of armorskin spells (in the form of magical war paint) as her primary protection, but does make use of her family’s traditional malachite armor in times of great need.

Outside of TES, the assumption is that she is actually a noble black dragon who is mostly confined to the form of a dark elf. This may be a matter of some curse she can only temporarily escape, or a matter of preference. Either way, she’s still the same character (And its just taking the implications of being Dragonborn to its logical conclusion). In D&D proper, she’s most likely a druid or, if that’s not elemental destruction enough, a wizard. She’s compelled to establish a territory and defend it, and thus she’s actually something of a benign warlord; finding chaotic territories, defeating rivals and persuading others to be allies, destroying all malicious threats, and establishing herself as a heroic empress over it all.

As a refresher on her appearance, she’s a very tall dark elf (7ft+) with a fit, fairly defined hourglass body; huge hips, massive breasts, and a fair amount of muscle throughout. Her skin is black (with a bit of a blue tint??) and usually covered in magical war paint. She likes to dye her hair, but the exact shade isn’t defined.

Rogha: Based on my more combat-focused playthrough styles, she’s an orc warrior through and through, with an emphasis on being an extremely skilled craftswoman with a powerful knowledge of enchantment. Very much a strategic planner despite seeming to be a meathead; give her time, and she will WRECK YOUR SHIT with gear designed to exploit your weaknesses. Makes heavy use of electrical magic, necromancy for allies and soldiers (recycling the dead is just common sense, she says). Probably a fairly jolly woman, and very polite. A bit of a stickler for being nice, with a bit of a knight templar-ish view on punishing evil. She’s very community minded, and views smashing bad guys as just another job; think something like Bismuth from SU for inspiration.

Narratively, it may make the most sense for her to mainly focus on having abilities that buff her allies (transforming them, making them bigger/stronger) and functioning a bit as a team support who then wrecks the enemies. a total combat monster, who rages and slaughters everything in her way. As an orc, she adjusts pretty well to pretty much any setting that allows for orcs.

Physically, she’s HUGE; my most muscular and amazonian character, she’s not particularly defined but she is extremely bulky and buff, with arms larger than most people’s torsos. Might have a bit of an old school Gaelic warrior vibe in terms of her design, depending on what cultural associations feel the most right for her. (For example, she’d be of Irish descent in my main AUs.) Mega buff and bigger than the other two here by a wide margin. probably uses a lot of weaponized shields or oversized gunswords that shoot like cannons. (Maybe a wereboar, too?)

Raxlila: A combination of my Argonian character, some more subtle character styles i didn’t actually use but find interesting for narrative ideas, and some vague ideas from WAY back of a dinosaur girl OC. She’s based on some more sneaky skill sets: she’s an alchemist brewing up potions for any conceivable situation, an archer who takes out armored foes from afar (and probably uses crossbows; automatic crossbows and similar weapons, in less TES-canon set ups), makes a lot of use of stealth and acrobatic dodging, and prefers lighter armor. She can makes use of illusion magic (invisiblity, messing with people’s minds), and is also a skilled healer. She’s interested in summoning, but only the theory, and she is also fairly good at using ice magic for combat.

Very fast (Despite her considerable curves, she can get a LOT of velocity in her leaps), she’s a rather indirect and tricksy person; she’s great at fooling people and pulling off diplomacy and schemes in equal turn, and prides herself on walking into pretty much wherever she wants. Tall but not unusually so, she has more crocodilian traits (though she’s more feathery than most argonians, otherwise) and prefers things wet: she’s VERY curvy and thickset, edging a bit towards an overall broad body, though her huge boobs make her look hyper all over.

I have this idea that she doesn’t cast spells; she distills spells in advance as potions, powders and other one-use effects, or works them into special gadgets she can reuse; explosive arrows that create a freezing effect may be a common tool. She’s not making healing potions, but distilled restoration spells. in more sci-fi scenarios, she may be a gadgeteer who specializes in weapon systems, and is generally more about theory; she’s able to do the manual work of putting them together, but it involves a LOT of trial and error, and she works best with people to handle that on her behalf.

[lycorogue]

Meet My OCs: Willow (Part 5 – Stories)

You still with me? You are friggen awesome!

Just two more to go! This post and the next one, which will be a post showcasing some fun wrestling entrances I created for my husband’s WWE13 game.

Before we really get into this post, though, how about a quick recap of this series thus far?

Part 1: Introduction to the series, as well as explanations of the real-world influences that helped me create my two story worlds of Gyateara and Glitches. Part 2: Explaining the inspirations that birthed each of my four main Gyateara characters. Part 3a: Same, but for my four main teenage Glitches characters. Part 3b: How I reworked 6 canonical X-Men characters into the Glitches main supportive cast of six adult characters.

Meet Willow mini-series:

Part 1: Willow’s background, personally overview, and powers. Part 2: Willow’s main relationships. Part 3: Willow’s history on the X-Future game, and how it will translate to Glitches Part 4: Willow visuals; fanart, commissioned art, and fashion design games

Now you get a bit more into Willow’s head via 5 writing samples. Two are adaptations of the play-by-post game itself, and three others are side-story narratives. Check below to read them.

The Set-up: An example of the Willow/Devon dynamic before Devon left to join The Brotherhood, leaving Willow feeling betrayed.

Word Count: 1174

 - Mutual Teasing - 

Labored breaths fell in rhythm with pounding footfalls. The humidity of the summer day settled on the thick lawn that was a few days past needing a mow. Broken blades of grass stuck to two sets of sneakers. Their path was already visible behind them with the wet greenery staying crushed under their tread.

"There!" Willow panted as her fingers brushed Devon's shoulder. "Finally caught your ass." She gargled some sticky saliva and spat it to her side. She braced herself with her hands on her knees as she took a long breath. Moving her hands to her waist, she exhaled and arched backwards before flopping onto the grass. The budding dew cooled her bare legs.

Devon allowed one foot to slide out on the grass and landed beside Willow. He thumbed his nose and coughed the burn out of his lungs.

"Worn out already?" he laughed. "I thought you do street running or fast running or Perk-ore or whatever."

Willow leaned back on her elbows, tossed her short silver hair out of her face, and focused on Devon out of the corners of her aquamarine eyes. She clicked her tongue against her teeth before huffing a sarcastic laugh.

"First: you're an ass. Second: how the hell did you grow up in Brooklyn and not know what Free-running is? Also, it's pronounced Parkour."

"Eh, whatever. You knew what I meant."

Willow let her arms give out beneath her and stretched across the grass. She closed her eyes and flicked Devon in the wrist as her fingers brushed his skin.

"Hey!" Devon pulled away before smirking and skirting around to her head. Kneeling at her shoulders, he pinned her arms. "How am I the ass when you're the athlete who can't handle a quick game of tag?"

The fifteen-year-old opened her eyes again, only to squint them as if she were trying to stare at the sun. It kept her a couple of seconds to adjust to Devon's exotic brown eyes only being a couple inches away. The flecks of color embedded in the cocoa of his irises flickered a rainbow of reds, golds, greens, and oranges as if Devon's eyes were kaleidoscopes.

Abruptly, Willow killed the silence by blowing on Devon's nose. Instinctively, the seventeen-year-old pulled a hand away to rub the itch she caused. With Devon distracted for a couple of seconds, Willow easily slid her other arm free, twisted into a sitting position, and flicked him in the forehead all as one fluid motion.

"You're an ass because your 'quick game' lasted over an hour with barely any breaks. Plus, your mild healing power increases your endurance. No lung or muscle burn means running is easier. Simple science confirms your assness. Boom." She motioned her hand like she was dropping something, and the image of a three-inch atomic bomb appeared, complete with a mushroom cloud explosion when the bomb disappeared into the grass.

"Bah, you're just a sore loser." Devon tilted to his side and rolled onto his back. "So, whaja wanna do now?"

"Sun's down. We should probably start heading back." Willow stood and brushed the moisture off herself.

"Sun's down," Willow's voice parroted back to her, "We should probably start heading back."

Willow turned to see herself lying in the grass, one leg hooked over a bent knee, kicking slightly.

"I hate when you do that." The real Willow tucked her hair back to make sure Devon saw her full glare.

Imitation Willow laughed in Devon's baritone. Her long, slender legs shimmered as they became quickly covered in heavy denim jeans. Her petite chest broadened and her pale skin darkened to an olive-tone. Finally, her heart-shaped face, framed by an asymmetrical bob, shifted into Devon's chiseled jaw with spiky brown locks; his nondescript features returned, again suggesting that he was somehow all races at once.

"Come on," Devon said once he was back to his normal form, "you secretly love having a twin."

Three Willows formed out of the air behind the original. In unison, all four replied, "I could be however many I want. All you do is simple mockery."

One of the false three walked over to Devon and knelt beside him. She rubbed his chest and stroked his jaw with a silky smile across her face. The original Willow stepped to the side of the other two in order to give Devon an unobscured view.

"I can do more than mimicry though," the real Willow cooed.

The two illusions that stayed behind turned to each other and moved in for an embrace and kiss. Before their lips met, they transformed into Devon sloppily making out with himself.

The seductive Willow illusion still stroking Devon's chest burst into laughter. The real Willow joined suit. With a flick of her wrist, the illusionary Devons were only in matching white boxers with hearts on them. One Devon grabbed the other's ass.

"There we go," Willow snorted, "much better. Don't you think? Oh, and a goosing too. You frisky devil."

Devon smirked. "I think I'm damn handsome actually, and would gladly make out with myself given the chance. I also think you secretly want to see me in those." He gestured towards the boxers and winked at the real Willow. He then tapped the illusion Willow on her nose to disperse her; breaking Willow's spell.

Willow huffed as she waved her hand as if erasing the illusion of the making-out Devons. They too vanished, leaving only the original Willow and Devon alone in the field.

"Well, I think you have too high of an opinion of yourself." Willow crossed her arms in front of her and pouted; her fun ruined. "Like I'd want anything to do with you and your boxers."

Devon stood up and chuckled. "Say what you want. Your illusion showed me all I needed to know."

"Shut up! I was trying to mess with you."

"Would have worked if you got some details right." Devon dramatically shrugged with his arms out to his sides. "For starters, you clearly don't know how make-out sessions work."

"Y-yes I do!" She blushed. "I was purposely making it bad to imply that you're a bad kisser."

Devon shoved his hands deep in his pockets before walking over to Willow and leaning in close. "Want me to show you how well I kiss?" He wagged his eyebrows at her.

Willow's face flushed. "No! Gross! I'd probably have to teach you anyway." She stepped back and hugged herself. Her face scrunched up like she smelled a used diaper.

"You also got the boxers wrong. I go commando. Makes the morphing easier with less clothing. In fact, who's to say if I'm wearing any actual clothing right now?"

"Ewww!" Willow shoved him further away from her and started running back to the dorms.

"But I would totally sport only those white boxers with the hearts if that's what you're into," Devon teased, chasing after her. "And when should I expect those make-out lessons?"

"Hate you, Devon!" She playfully called back.

"You love me," he laughed.

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The Set-up: 

Devon returned to the X-Men after spending two years with The Brotherhood of Mutants. Until the X-Men can decide if they can trust him, Devon is in a holding cell hidden under the Xavier Institute. Willow, feeling conflicted on the return of her former best friend and crush, decided to visit Devon to get some answers of her own. The answer she got was that he wasn't part of the attack on the Xavier Institute; he didn't even know about it until months later, and he grieved the presumed loss of his friends. He had every intention of simply infiltrating The Brotherhood and coming back to the X-Men as a spy to prove his worth to the X-Men. This is a sample from the larger story “Please, Let Me Explain” co-authored by me and Devon's creator Ronoxym.

Word Count: 843

- Can't You Be The Bad Guy? -

She peeked over her shoulder and back at Devon before turning fully around. "I saw what you did in the Danger Room. I was so intrigued by the idea of your first DR run that I made sure to set up shop in the observation deck. I watched the whole thing: wandering the desert, saving Penny, getting knocked out, waking up in what you thought was the infirmary before being convinced that you were going on an actual mission, going up against The Brotherhood again, and taking out Lookout once Pyro offered you info on your parents. It was a mean trick, but it seemed to seal your coffin well enough."

"I really wish you hadn't seen that." He shied away, ashamed at his behavior, but also growing angry at the reminder of the cruel misdirection. That session had ruined his life.

"Yeah, well, I did. I was so mad. I hadn't known you for long, but I thought I knew you pretty well. Even after the thing with Marge in the DR, I tried to come up with an explanation. But then you flee before the place blows? You had betrayed us to The Brotherhood and clearly didn't care about us any longer. My life for the past two years was hating you to no end. Vowing that I'd avenge Hedge. That I'd get payback for the other three lives you took. So, tell me, Devon, if you are as innocent as you claim, how doesn't that make the last two years of my life worse?"

Devon looked bewildered by her question. He had figured that being innocent would always make things better, not worse. Willow didn't miss a beat in informing him otherwise.

"Don't you get it? I just spent the past two years of my life hating you! Despising you! Having nightmares about you! I had a sickening sense of betrayal whenever I thought about you - even the few good times we had. I had emotional breakdowns and loathed my best friend for the past two years over a misunderstanding? That's supposed to cheer me up? I blamed you for four deaths you had nothing to do with? That's supposed to lift my spirits? Do you realize how much I put myself through because I thought I was the one who drove you to it? I mean, I was the one who convinced you to try out the DR in the first place! If I hadn't suggested it to Wolverine then maybe you wouldn't have left. Now knowing that I just might be right about that fact is supposed to perk me up?"

She started screaming at him as she wept. "The amount of time I wasted hating my best friend. The amount of energy I dedicated to hardening my heart to you. The days of self-loathing because I thought I put you up to it, or because - to this day – I'm still pissed off at Cyclops for tricking you like that! You were the enemy! Cyclops was right about you, and he was justified in testing you in the DR instead of letting you betray us in the field. Yet I still hated him for such a horrible ploy. Then I felt guilty for siding with a foe instead of a professor."

She hung her head and her hair spilled from behind her ears, hiding her right eye. It was manic whenever Trish's hair fell into her face, but it was sweet and a bit heart-wrenching when Willow's silvery-white locks drifted into hers. Devon just wanted to brush them away from her eyes, and help dry her tears. It pained him to the core that he caused her such grief.

Her voice cracked as she breathed out the next sentence. "It's just easier on me if you really were the bad guy. So, just- can you just give me that?"

Devon had no clue how to respond. They stood in silence for a few minutes - Devon staring at Willow as she focused on her own feet - before she finally ran out of the room. Mirroring Devon when he left the institute two years prior, Willow didn't bother to look back or say goodbye.

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The Set-up: Nyssa, Devon, and Zeke just defected to the X-Men from The Brotherhood. Willow has not taken kindly to the trio, and is particularly harsh with Devon. Nyssa, Devon's unofficial girlfriend, decides to take it upon herself to get Willow to chill. This story is a companion piece to X-Future.

Word Count: 1613

 - It Is So On! -

Willow sighed and flopped on to her bed. "What do ya want, Nys?"

The blonde slammed the door closed behind her. "We need to talk about Devon."

Willow squeezed her eyes closed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "No, we don't. We really, really don't."

"Yes, we do." Nys' voice was firm, like a scolding school teacher. "Or at the very least you're going to hear what I have to say."

Willow opened one eye to glance over at Nys. The girl had a stubborn determination. Willow could already tell that she was in a losing battle. She closed her eyes and waved Nys on.

"You need to lay off him," Nys demanded.

Willow loudly drew in a hissy breath. On the loud exhale she rebutted, "How about nope?" She then rolled off her bed and walked over to her desk. "Well, that was fun. Buh-bye now."

Nys bit the inside of her cheeks and folded her arms. "Are you this hostile to everyone?"

Willow swung out her leg as she pivoted on her opposite heel, and then gracefully landed in her chair. "Only potential threats," she said matter-of-factly. "Ya know, like former members of an organization that already blew up this school once."

Nys stormed over to the desk. "That's not fair! First of all, none of us had anything to do with that! We weren't even members back then. Secondly, The Brotherhood had lied to us and kept us in the dark the entire time we were with them. None of us are actually bad people."

Willow cocked an eyebrow. She carefully watched as Nys took a few steps back and sank on to the bed. The blonde's harshness melted as she slumped on the soft surface.

"Look." For the first time Nys' voice was soft and a bit defeated as she studied her woven fingers. "Zeke is a bit simple minded, but he's really just a huge teddy bear. He's devoted and loyal as long as you treat him well, and he really just wants to be a good person. He's actually pretty devastated that he was part of a terrorist group. Well, we all are, honestly. Anyway, Zeke doesn't deserve you or anyone else here harassing him about his past."

"Yeah, okay, don't pick on the humanoid St. Bernard. Whatever." Willow made a display of yawning before she checked her desk clock. "Weren't you invading my room in order to talk to me about the Traitor Supreme?"

Nys vaulted off Willow's bed and got up in the younger girl's face. "Never ever refer to him like that!" she snarled.

Willow leaned back and shot her finger up at Nys. "Ah, there we are. Full circle back to rage. Fascinating how that works." She crossed her legs, and again casually waved for Nys to continue. "Well, if I have to hear this, can you at least move it along?"

"Move it along? Move it along! Are you kidding me right now?" Nys slammed her hand on the desk beside Willow. "Listen up, bitch, and listen carefully. You want this short? I'll make it simple for you then. Leave. Us. Alone. Easy enough for you?"

Willow scoffed and pivoted her chair so she had space to stand up. Nys caught the armrest and swung the chair back to center Willow on her. Holding firmly to each side of the chair, Nys leaned in close. "Don't mess with me, skank."

"Excuse me?" Willow knitted her eyebrows in disbelief and shifted her weight to one side, ready to sweep kick Nys away from her if need be.

"Don't pick on Zeke," Nys continued completely undeterred. "And certainly do not harass Devon. Don't be mean to him. Don't treat him harshly. Don't call him names. And never call him a traitor again! You would be lucky to have a loyal friend like him!"

"Loyal?" Willow's voice cracked as it was torn between yelling and laughing. Her face hardened. In a quick movement she simultaneously shoved Nys away from her and stood up fast enough to kick the chair behind her. "Now listen up here, sweetheart." She spat out the last word as if it were a curse. "I already had Devon as a friend, and let me tell you, it was far from lucky. Plus, he was about as loyal as a pet tiger. So it's time for you to sit down and listen to Teacher."

Nys rolled her shoulders and took a step back so her nose wasn't practically brushing Willow's. The silver-haired girl clenched her jaw as she growled through her teeth. "That jerk caused nothing but chaos when he left. And I certainly didn't feel his loyalty, or feel lucky to have been his friend. You want to know what I did feel? I felt lost. Betrayed. Hatred. So, you can keep him as a friend. 'Cuz I certainly don't want it."

The blonde shifted, gently tilting her head and calculating. "You liked him," she finally guessed after a few heartbeats.

"What?" Willow stiffened her back and glowered.

Nys struggled to keep the smile from tugging on her lips. "You did, didn't you?" She scanned her adversary as she softened her stance. "That's why you're so hard on him. He broke your heart when he left."

The belly laugh filled the room. Hugging her stomach, Willow snorted before she was able to recompose herself. She held up her hand apologetically as she took deep breaths to calm the giggles. "I'm sorry, but Devon? Devon St. James? That punk kid? Break my heart?" She guffawed and quickly muffled it with a hand. "Yeah, alright, ya got me. He intrigued me a little, and I may have thought he was kinda cute. That's it." She fought against smiling and it was killing her cheeks. "Broke my heart. You're so cute. Look, I was with someone then, and I'm with someone now. I wouldn't want Devon St. James ever. Hate to break it to ya." Willow winked at Nys and giggled a bit more.

"Oh, right, dating someone." Nys stared at a patch of wall just past Willow's shoulder. Her voice was distant as she tried to grab at a passing memory. "That Chayse guy, right?"

Half of Willow's face pulled up in a smile as she cocked a hip. "Yeah. Chayse. Someone way better than that runaway douchebag. Yet another reason your little Don Juan scenario would never happen."

Nys' eyes bore down on Willow for yet again disrespecting Devon. Taking a couple long breaths, she calmed herself. Something about the younger girl seemed a bit off balance since it was suggested that she had a crush on Devon; maybe even loved him. Nys decided to take a stab in the dark: that the images Lia had seen during their battle were at least based on truth. "This oh-so-fantastic Chayse guy, he was with that Lia girl before, am I right?"

Willow's chuckles quickly died. She scowled and again stiffened her back. "Watch it."

"Yeah, I think I heard that the two of them were actually a cute couple for a while. Then you stole him away from her with your slutty feminine wiles." Nys smirked and her eyes twinkled.

"Listen here, Tinkerbell," Willow shot forward to get right in Nys' face. She poked the girl in the shoulder to accentuate her point. "Don't go around talking about shit you know nothing about."

Nys casually gave a sideways glance at Willow's poking. As if swatting a fly, she brushed the younger girl's hand away. "I also heard something about you creating unnecessary chaos between that Irish couple."

Willow gave Nys a shove. "I told you to stop."

Nys stumbled back and landed on Willow's bed. She quickly crossed her legs and leaned back as if she had intended to sit down anyway. "Seems to me you enjoy causing needless drama among happy couples."

The slap echoed throughout the room. Nys gripped the side of her face, knowing a handprint would show up in due time. Willow remained in the follow through of her swing. Her breaths were slow but heavy. "I said," Willow growled, "stop it."

Nys pushed Willow out of the way so she could stand up. The two stared each other down for a good minute. Nys was the one who finally broke the silence. "Listen, bitch, I don't care if you despise Devon or love him. He's mine and you're not going to cause drama between us. Try all you want, but keep in mind that I have my own way of getting into someone's head." Glaring, Nys released some of her pheromones and Willow became lightheaded.

After a little wobbling, Willow allowed herself to collapse on to her bed. Nys smirked and let up on her powers. "Just a little taste. You'll be fine in a minute or two. Open the window to help that along." She walked over to the door and stopped with it half open. "Trust me, mess with Devon anymore and I'll make it ten times worse for you."

Nys slammed the door behind her when she left. Right on cue, Willow's eyes refocused. She stared down her bedroom door and imagined the blonde that just left. Her fingers still tingled from slapping the girl. Willow studied them before clenching her hand in to a fist. "Challenge accepted, Nys. Challenge accepted."

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The Set-Up: The villain Agony managed to force Willow onto a weird sub-set of the Astral Plane in order for the two of them to battle. After a few scuffles, Agony drops some blood onto the “ground” of their battle field, and “crew” three copies of herself. Willow, using her illusion ability, did the same: creating 3 copies of herself. During the four-on-four battle, Agony circled the Willows, who are grouped together with their backs to each other. The Agonies formed scythes in each of their hands, meanwhile, Willow had her and her copies form daggers and shields. This is an adaptation of an actual X-Future role play scene

Word Count: 1358

 - I am a Badass -

Boy, did I screw myself over by not keeping one hand free. I couldn't vault myself like I normally would as Agony and her copies each swiped at us with their scythes. The best I could do was an aerial spin.

I jumped up, pulled in as tight as I could with the dagger and shield, and spun a bit so I was above the high blade. I came down just as Agony's clone's scythe finished it's swing. I managed to land on the blade and push it down to the ground. My illusionary selves mimicked me as we all land on the scythes and pin them to the ground. Unfortunately, I don't know if it was my clones or Agony's that were out of sync, but the duplicate behind me had her left shin badly sliced on her landing. Her balance off, she missed pinning the scythe of her Agony, and she nearly took out the Willow to my right.

My focus shifted for a half-second as I watched the girls tumble into each other. I made a mental note to watch my back for the free scythe. Lowering my weight to make sure the scythe I was standing on was pinned, I smirked at the Agony in front of me, my dagger out towards her throat.

“Your move, Kaiba.” I mocked.

Agony grinned and took a step forward, driving my dagger through her neck. Before I could register that she was obviously one of Agony's illusionary duplicates, blue “blood” sprayed out of the woman's neck; coating me. I guarded my face with the shield, and took an instinctive step back.

I wasn't pinning her scythe any longer, but it doesn't seem to matter as the injured Agony dropped to the ground and 'died.' The other two illusionary Agonys vanished as well, leaving my copies dazed as their fighting partners disappeared. Regaining our bearings, my illusionary clones and I all turn to the real Agony.

She didn't seem to care about her scythe any longer, dropping it to the ground, and letting the psy energy dissolve back into the atmosphere. Instead, Agony threw back her head and laughed.

Even with the shield, the spray had come at me too fast to block it all. I still had some of it on my face and shoulders. I kept my eyes on Agony as I tried to wipe the blood off me. The second I touched the blue goop it started to glow. Its pulsating felt like my own heartbeat pushing through my skin.

“What the hell!?” I chanced looking away from Agony for a moment as I inspected the damage. The pulsating blue blood glowed brighter. Startled, I tossed my shield to the side, and frantically attempted to brush the liquid off at all. I only managed to spread it onto my clean hand, and then down my unsoiled arms. No matter what, the blood won't clean off; like it was attached to me now. My hurried swipes became noticeably slower, and my head grew heavy, as if I were tranquilized. I dropped to my knees, and my head swayed and bobbled as I struggled to stay alert. My only thought was Seriously? This is how I'm going out?

“You. Bitch.” I coughed out; dropping onto my hands as well.

"Soon you will be fully paralyzed, then I'll have you at my mercy." Agony smirked as she folded her arms across her chest, waiting for the inevitable.

My three duplicates stared at me as I collapsed, completely baffled. Morons. That's when I figured that maybe them being dumbfounded was actually in my favor. Agony doesn't seem to be paying much attention to them anymore.

Go! I mentally whispered to them. Move! Help!

I was frozen; pinned to the floor. My body wouldn't move.

Agony took a step towards me, and held out her hand. The weird blue blood finally peeled off of me like liquid metal being pulled by a magnet in Agony's hand. As it pooled on her palm, it solidified into a crystalline dagger.

Help, I plead once more to my illusions. They had to be listening to me, right? Agony kneeled down in front of me, pulled her arm back, and as she swung her arm down to plunge the dagger into my back, my clones finally leapt at her.

“What the hell?” Agony bellowed as my illusionary duplicates pinned her in place, pulling back on the hand with the dagger. “How are your petty illusions moving on their own?” She struggled for a few seconds before smiling down at me. “No matter. This won't hold me for long.” She closed her eyes, relaxed her struggle slightly, and concentrated on her breathing.

Moving on their own? It didn't make sense to me that she'd be so confused by that fact. Oh, right! Her illusions moved completely in unison with her! They could only mirror. She can't create autonomous clones!

I made a mental note to use that fact against her, assuming I survived long enough for that knowledge to prove useful.

“They're not real!” Agony's voice squeaked with a twinge of pain as she started struggling harder against my duplicates again. “They are not real!” She screamed.

Oh, shit! That was it. Agony knew my weakness. Disbelieving in my illusions dispelled them. The only things literally holding her back from killing me would be gone any second now. I was doomed. I clenched my eyes closed and focused on getting my body to move.

Move! Move! Damn it, move your big toe! It worked for Uma Thurman in Kill Bill! Now do it!

“They are not real!” Agony yelled again. Her eyes flew open and stared down her attackers. “You are not real! What is going on? Why are you still here?”

Opening my eyes, I struggled to arch my neck to see. All three illusions truly were still fighting back against Agony as she frantically squirmed against them. I was clueless as to how that was possible. Was there some part of her brain that sincerely believed the clones were there? Was that why she couldn't dispel them?

That was when my eye caught the shin of the copy that was hit by the scythe earlier. Blood was trickling down her leg.

Holy shit! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. They're real? They're really real? Oh. Em. Gee! I'm so friggen hard core!

The blood trickling down my illusion's shin had a purple hint to it. Same as the shading of the actual Astral Plane. That's when I truly realized what happened. The damn things were more psi-weapons! Just in human form! You can't dispel psi-weapons!

I made another mental note: when I'm on the astral plane, any illusion I create is a friggen psi-weapon!

My humanoid psi-friggen-weapons pulled harder back on Agony.

“Get off me! You're not real! You're not supposed to be here anymore! How are you still here?” Agony twisted more against the clones, panic starting to draw onto her face.

The copy that had Agony's wrist yanked harder on her hand to make Agony's grip loosen. My copy leaned in close to Agony's ear.

“We're all still here-” the clone said.

“-because I am-” continued the clone yanking on Agony's shoulders to bend her arms back away from me.

“-a mother-effing badass!” the injured duplicate finished, then sucker-punched Agony in the gut.

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The Set-Up: Willow unintentionally finds Lia hiding in the community bathroom. Lia blames herself for Annika/Judgment's possible death, as well as Devon's death (although technically, he's still alive), and Liam's. This is an adaptation of an actual X-Future role play scene.

Word Count: 1390

 - Check the Ego - 

“Oh, hun, no.” Willow dropped to her knees in front of Lia, who was curled up on the floor, hugging her legs. Willow placed her hands on Lia's to try to get her attention. “No, none of that is your fault. None of it! Do you hear me? You were fifteen when Annika left. What could you have possibly done? As for a last week? She was trying to kill you! You did what you had to in order to survive. If she is dead, it's her fault, not yours!” Willow moved her hands to Lia's face, and pulled her head up so Lia was looking in Willow's eyes.

“And both times Devon left were his own fault. He was the one that didn't want to include us. How could you possibly think you were responsible for that moron's actions? As for Liam? From what I gathered, you weren't anywhere near him. Know who was? That asshole Roscoe. Ya know, the guy who pretended to be Liam's BFF only to literally stab him in the back? Why? Why do you take all of this on? It's not your fault!”

Lia choked down tears in a sobbing hiccup. With the heel of her hand, she blotted away the few drops that pooled in her eyes. Despite Willow still holding her face, Lia refused to look in her friend's eyes, looking down to her arms instead.

“I-I dunno. I dunno why I feel guilty. Why do I feel guilty? What's wrong with me? I- I just can't help but feel like I failed, like I could have done something, like I could have done more. If only I could have gotten through to them. If I were better at understanding people. If I were better at my own powers. But I just keep failing. I keep proving to the world that it got left behind an inferior model. And-” Lia's eyes shoot up to meet Willow's. Her hands whipped to cover her mouth, a loud gasp attempting to suck up the next sentence back into her throat.

Willow's eyes slowly widened as realization washed over her. Abruptly, she ripped her hands away from Lia's face as Willow sprung up to tower over her.

“You're not your mom!” Willow shouted, wildly gesturing, uncaring that Lia's father was waiting for her just outside the bathroom door. He needed to hear this ridiculousness too. “Christ, girl, lower your ego a bit, huh? Is that really what this is all about?”

Lia gasped again at Willow's harsh words, glaring a little at her supposed friend. Willow didn't care, she hoped she was pissing Lia off; make up for how pissed off Lia just made her. “Seriously. Everyone looks at poor, little, emo Lia whining about how useless she is, and we all think 'Why does she have such low self esteem?' I should have known better. I should have known this whole thing was actually because your ego is way too big!”

Lia shifted awkwardly on the bathroom floor tiles, but Willow stepped closer so Lia had no room to rise; to move away from hearing this truth.

“Lia, you have no control over the world. You're not that powerful; you'll never be that powerful, so dial it down, 'kay? The world doesn't revolve around you. These bad things aren't some weird karma directed at you. The world isn't mad at you for not being your mom. Christ, not even your mom was that important to the world. So, come on, get over yourself. You are you. You are as good as you can be; you train hard for that. Learn from your downfalls and improve. Don't mope. Don't cry in your emo corner. No one else cares. No one else blames you. So stop inflating your ego thinking that everyone depends on you. You're not anyone's mom here, you're not even your own mom. So knock it off!”

Willow bent down to grab Lia's hand, and pulled her to her feet. Before Lia could catch her bearings, Willow had her in a tight embrace.

In a softer tone, Willow muttered one last thought in Lia's ear. “So, you gonna go back out in the world and learn? Or are you gonna stay in here and hide some more? Because I still need a shower, and Chayse is probably wondering were the hell I am.” Willow leaned away from Lia and gave her a gentle smile. Patting Lia on the cheek, Willow gathered up her supplies and headed towards the shower stalls.

Lia sniffled, her head hung. Tears spilled over this time, and she didn't bother attempting to wipe them away. “What's the point? You said it yourself, no one depends on me. Probably because they can't trust that I can do any good. What's the point of staying here to learn any more? I'm no hero. I can't help anyone here.”

The tiles squeaked as Willow skidded to a halt. Rage filled her face as she whipped around and stormed back over to Lia.

“Seriously?” Willow screamed in Lia's face, mere inches from her roommate's nose. She then leaned back and crossed her arms, her hip cocked as Willow stared Lia down. “Seriously. Alright. Fine. We're doing this then. Whatever. Sure. Sure, you're useless. You haven't saved anyone. Sure. Ignore the fact that it was because of you that Devon, Nyssa, and Zeke joined the team in the first place. But nope. You don't reach anyone.” Willow smacked her lips to resist smacking Lia. “Ignore the fact that, for the limited time Lincoln was here, he seemed the most calm and at peace whenever he was around you. Nope. You're useless. Right.” Willow took a step away from Lia, rolled her shoulders, and gave up trying to keep her voice low. “We'll also forget that we were able to capture Lighter in the first place because you stopped her single-handedly from turning all of us into fried chicken.” She was waving her arms wildly now, pacing in front of Lia like a lioness cutting off a gazelle's retreat. “Chayse tries to be better not because his parents berate him, but because you do. Ripley found an anchor here - excuse the pun - and rejoined society because of you.” Willow roughly poked Lia in the shoulder before throwing up her hands over her head. “But, nope. Nope. You are useless. No one needs you here. You're just wasting everyone's time. Sure. Sounds about right.”

Willow shook her head and stomped over to the bathroom door. She held it open and motioned to Lia's father standing guard in the hallway.

“Your dad's right here. Do you want to tell him that you want to move back to your old home, or should I? Because I sure would hate for my time to be further wasted by you,” she snapped out sarcastically.

Concerned, Jamie timidly poked his head through the community bathroom door, and glanced over at his daughter. “Lia? Baby, you okay? What's going on between you two?”

“Oh, nothing much, Mr. Madrox,” Willow spat out as she glared over her shoulder at Lia, “just your daughter whining again because she's not a 'hero,' which apparently everyone else in this school is. Cuz, ya know, I've stopped tons of arch villains myself. Same with Crystal, and Tyler, and Colette, and Alister, and Sasha, and dozens more. Yup. We're all big bad superheroes ready to join up with SHIELD and the Avengers; leaving her behind.” She fully turned and screamed back into the bathroom. “Right, Lia? So, what's the point in staying here? Lord, it's all or nothing with your ego, isn't it?” Willow shook her head, and shoved the bathroom door as open as it would go before storming out.

“Ya know what,” Willow muttered over her shoulder, “Screw the shower. It could never clean this grime off me anyway. Such bullshit.” A few stomps down the corridor, Willow pivoted and shouted back to the bathroom. “Just let me know where I'm shipping your shit!” Spinning on her heel, Willow stormed back to her bedroom.

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WOW! There... was... a lot of Devon in there... >_> Hubby doesn’t really write anything terribly in-depth, so most of the Willow/Chayse role play is “off-screen”, things like “They go on a trip to Japan for a couple of weeks” or “They nurse each other back to health after a tough battle” or “He takes her to a secluded place for a picnic of Cajun food he made himself.”

Ronoxym, on the other hand, did a LOT of dialog-focused role play with Willow, and he was the one who came up with the concept for “Please, Let Me Explain” so I guess it makes sense that most of my Willow examples center around Devon....

Anyway, one last post to go! Who’s ready to see some fun wrestling entrance videos?

[bouwrites]

Roster Listing

So, I’ve officially written some 60k words for a FE3H AU I may or may not decide to even post. (I’m literally not even at the Battle of Eagle and Lion yet and my standard process is to finish a story before posting it) BUT I did want to do this for fun.

So, this is basically the rundown of the beast unit in-game, as seen under the “Roster” section for the OC beast race character that is the basis of the AU (because I wanted a beast race in 3H)

For the record, he’s a cat. Basically a cat laguz.

Name: Veery

Gender: Male

Age: ??

Height: 170 cm

Class: Agell (Unique, equivalent of “Taguel” or “Wolfskin”)

Affiliation: Beast Tribe

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Status Page:

Abilities: Personal: Fearsome Roar (If unit initiates combat and defeats foe, foes within 3 spaces suffer Str/Mag/Dex/Spd -4 for one turn) (Basically an inverse Shamir) Class: Beast Shifter (Allows unit to transform into a beast. When transformed, grants Dex/Spd +5, Str/Def/Res +3, and Mov +2), Odd Rhythm (Hit/Avo +10 during odd numbered turns)

Combat Arts: Fading Blow (D), Rushing Blow (C), Beastbane (C+, Dur -4, Mt +5, Crit +10, Effective against beast and cavalry enemies.), Healing Focus, Rend (Agell Class mastery, Dur -5, Mt +10, Prevents foe from moving for 1 turn)

Notes on Abilities and Combat Arts:

Like the Tellius games, the beast class base stats are low compared to most classes, and are made up for in transformation bonuses. He can be reclassed or use other weapons like any other unit in 3H, but he’s not supposed to be optimal at other roles.

The transformation bonuses are meant to be powerful early game, then less important in the late game. This is because I didn’t want to give him half the stats of everyone else and make him completely useless if you want to reclass him. It works in Tellius, but with 3Hs class system, it’d feel real bad.

Transformed, the weapon type is considered “Brawl” and has the brave effect. The Beast Shifter ability replaces “Unarmed” with a unique “Claw” weapon, which is either 0 stats or can have the stat boosting effects I’ve placed under the ability description, esp the +3 Str just being Mt on the weapon. This is my way of circumventing adding another weapon type to the game. Plus, this all originates in fanfic and I wanted more freedom of transforming than beast stones provide.

When the “Claw” weapon durability reaches 0 (or is unequipped), the unit reverts. Thus, using combat arts quickens the reversion. Durability repairs completely after battle.

Beastbane and Rend are unique to Veery, as the only beast unit, and are inspired by the beast unit skills of the same names in previous games.

Combat Arts Veery can learn in other weapon types are all standard.

I’m not a game designer, so numbers may be off, but I’ve given you explanations so you know what I’m going for.

None of this really matters in fanfic, and is mostly game design. In fanfic, it’s just shift whenever because I think forcing a transformation or reversion should be reserved solely for the cruel, evil, mad scientist/priest enemies and not an every day battle thing.

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Skills Page:

Learned Magic (Spell List): Reason: Blizzard (D), Cutting Gale (C) Faith: Heal (D), Nosferatu (D+), Restore (C), Silence (B), Abraxas (A)

Skill Level: Strong: Brawl Weak: Authority, Hvy Armor Hidden Talent: Faith

Notes on Magic, Weapon Types, and Class:

The unique agell class game-wise isn’t designed to also use magic, though personally in fanfic I’m allowing it because magic restrictions to class don’t make sense beyond the confines of game design.

As such, the agell class’ weapon exp. bonus is simply +3 Brawl

I would actually make him weak in swords, lances, axes, and bows too, but that just feels excessive from a game design standpoint. I do want him to be viable in other classes, just not necessarily good at them, so I decided on fairly neutral skill modifiers overall, with only two strengths and two weaknesses.

Marianne’s “Animal Friend” skill triggers when adjacent to Veery in the agell class.

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Notes Page:

Personal History:

???: Born somewhere in the Albinean mountains.

1180: Travels to Fodlan to learn about humans.

Status: Resident at Garreg Mach

Interests: Studying, Humans

Likes: The sun, naps, words, learning, being alone

Dislikes: Hot days, fighting, untidy fur

[princettegil]

@dragonofeternal said: 📝

Sorry for answering this so late, I couldn't figure out which OC to do! orz But I finally decided to introduce one of my more recent OCS - Filka (Oh and bases for above art by Sureya on DA)

Filka started as an idea of mine to combine some of my most favored characters that I identified the most with into one creation. Hence, Filka was created with looks and attributes shared by Gil (Dragon Knights), Mika (Owari no Seraph), Ichigo (Tokyo Mew Mew), and Flamie (Rokka no Yuusha.) She is what I like to call my “Frankensteined” character (until she took on a story of her own.)

And this is the short version of her story! (Cause I got a little carried away earlier and wrote a really large detailed version that I'm gonna nicely put under a 'read more.')

Filka is a young vampire girl who has trouble drinking from the still living and is still consumed by many traumas of both her past and present life. She meets a human boy and they form a friendship of support for one another while never seeing the other’s face. One day, he gives her a musical bell and she later finds herself hearing the screams of those in pain and rescuing them from a dark miasma. But now her friend seems to be missing and there’s some mysterious woman telling her that she must fight!

Personality: Filka tries to act calm and cool after her transition into a blood sucking vampire but she is still greatly bothered by her past and constantly has trouble shrugging off her humanity to feed on others. She spends most of her days in her sire’s mansion in her favorite place up in the rafters. She cannot stand her other “siblings” and finds them something to be feared. Her sire takes care of her by bringing her blood in a glass or already dead prey for her to feed on. He’s strict but seems to have a soft spot for his youngest ‘daughter.’ Filka’s humanity seems to still be very much intact and she often brings food to nearby stray animals, even when she, herself, is starving. Her treatment by her siblings has left her often reacting with distaste and sass which she uses to try to hide her weakness and fear. The human boy she eventually befriends becomes her only confidant and is a great source of support to her.

Filka has been a vampire for several decades now and lives with her sire in his mansion. She sought out her vampiric sire as a last resort to end her mistreatment and mental torture at the hands of the other girls in her town. That time has since passed but the scars of those days remain with her. Even though her hatred of humanity should be strong, she finds herself unable to kill. Her sire takes pity on her and allows her to remain with him where he brings her blood, already drained from the body, or the bodies of his recent kills so that she can drink from them without the guilt of killing others herself. This causes her vampiric “siblings” that occasionally stop by to visit their Father to make fun of her and call her ‘childish’ for her inability to kill. This causes Filka to still have a lot of issues but one day she runs into a boy in town who witnesses her as her blood craving hits a high one night and she almost attacks a human. She tries to hide in fear that her murderous nature has been revealed but, to her surprise, he is not afraid of her and even tries to get her to come out and talk to him.

Eventually these two form a strange bond with one another. Filka, afraid of showing her face (which he luckily did not see that fateful night), refuses to let him see her for fear that he’d forever know her face equaled that of an immortal, blood drinking monster and she refuses to look at him as well, afraid to link feelings to a face of a mortal that she knows will one day pass away. So they meet almost nightly on opposite sides of a garden wall where their identities are both safe yet they can still talk. They talk about their worries, their fears, their pasts, and the futures they wish they can have. On one particularly bad night for Filka, after her “older brother” dropped by with one of his small meals in tow, the boy, Kai, tries to comfort her by giving her a small, bell-shaped music box with a cat design on the inside. Filka thinks it is cheap and silly but begins to treasure it nonetheless. The next day as she hangs about the rafters of her sire’s mansion the bell begins to glow and the sudden voice of a woman screaming for help reverberates throughout her body. She is enveloped in light and finds herself transformed into a catgirl in a fluffy, pink dress! She can’t quiet the sounds of the screaming and finds herself running towards the source that only she can hear. Upon arriving at a small apartment in the slums she sees a woman being accosted by some sort of dark miasma and before she knows why, her body reacts and she fights off the dark haze with both claw and a magic bow. The woman is now safe but Filka is still in shock and confused at her new form, confused at why she is saving some human, confused at what that miasma was, and, finding that she is craving more blood that she ever has before, she runs off in a panicked state as she de-transforms. Halfway back to her sire’s mansion and covered in tears and racked with hunger, she runs into a mysterious woman clad in black. The woman stops her and tells her about some of her new powers and what she has just fought and why she must continue to do so and then offers her some of her own blood. Filka has never drank from the living before but finds herself unable to turn down the offer and sinks her teeth into the woman’s flesh until she is sated. To her surprise, the woman seems fine even after losing so much blood and tells Filka to keep fighting and then disappears. Still in shock and frightened more than she has ever been, Filka waits to the next night and runs to meet her friend, hoping for some form of comfort from him, but… he is nowhere to be found!

Thus begins Filka's adventures in fighting off evil, searching for her dear friend, gaining courage and pride in herself, and falling in love with her mysterious new companion!

Trivia:

● Filka is so frightened of letting the boy know her true identity, that she sometimes even dons a large cat-eared hoodie when she goes to visit him to make certain that he will not be able to see her face even if curiosity gets the best of him.

● Her most annoying elder sibling, Samael, has a penchant for snatching young kids (especially young boys) from bad homes and treating them to a night of sheer luxury before draining them to the last drop. Filka finds this utterly despicable and truly sickening but is always too afraid to say anything to Samael out of fear. After transforming for the first time though she finds herself able to talk back to him and tell her opinions of his behavior right to his face. Even so, he continues to simply laugh in return for her newfound feistiness and refers to her as the “poor, innocent baby” of the family.

SPOILER!!!

DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU WANNA BE SPOILED! (...by a story I will probably never write orz.) But - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Kai is the name of the human boy she befriends. Filka later finds that he identifies as mostly genderfluid and refers to himself at times by the female name, “Kaioh.” Kai has a great deal of trouble with his parents when it comes to his gender and they may be the reason he disappears for a while. Kai is also the later revealed to be the ‘mysterious woman’ that Filka befriends and winds up falling for as a fighting companion. Once Filka finds out about Kai’s gender, she fully accepts him and they begin visiting each other in earnest once his more accepting grandmother takes him in. Kai's hobbies include dancing, idol games, and dressing up.

[dartingdragons]

Ahh my favorite oc so far~ I just love her personality, the way she speaks and was my third oc that was first used in my transormers rp group on Quotev. Finally got around to finishing her ref~! If you want to roleplay with me using this character, click here for my information! Designation: (Formerly)Thunderstream, Doubleglitch Nicknames: Speed Queen, DG, Double-G Gender: Femme Faction: (Formerly) Decepticon, Autobot Species: Cybertronian Sparkmate/Conjunx Endura: N/A Amica Endura N/A Charge: N/A Personality: Confident- Doubleglitch is confident in herself and what she believes in, and often gets called the optimistic 'bot in the team. Self appreciative- What can she say besides the fact she looks good? Doubleglitch knows she looks good, but she isn't obsessed with it to the point where any dent in her frame makes her panic. She just appreciates herself all in all. Capable- Doubleglitch is capable of handling herself in a fight, and rarely calls for backup unless she's certain she can't do it alone. Independent- She doesn't like asking help from others, and often times she doesn't even need it. She can handle herself well enough. Impatient- Doubleglitch doesn't like waiting, and any klik spent waiting is another klik wasted in her view. Sassy- The femme is rather bold, doesn't back down from just any mech or femme and isn't against giving a couple people a hard time. Flirt- Any good looking mech she finds she'll try her luck on them. Of course, it's mainly for fun and she's not looking for a relationship. Encouraging- She doesn't like to see other 'bots and humans down in the dumps, and tries her best to lift their spirit. Bipedal mode: Medium-build. Alt-Mode: McLaren 650S MSO Spider Occupation: Scout Weaponry: Electric whip, blaster, standard close combat. Strengths: Weaknesses: Stats (1-10) Strength: 7 Defense: 6 Speed: 10 Intelligence: 6 Rank: 5 Charisma: 7 Biography: She was a Point One Percenter created on Delta, capital city of Velocitron. Raised by two famous racers that participated in Lacon 5000 and Spedia 500, they stressed the idea of their sparkling accomplishing their long-term goal of winning the Spedia 500. Originally, they named her Thunderstream. As a sparkling, her carrier and sire's parenting style(authoritarian parenting style) easily developed her once naïve and optimistic nature into a shy, low self-esteem personality with the perspective obedience meant affection. Thundersteam spent the majority of her life training with her carrier and sire the moment she could transform, often times driving until her energy could no longer sustain her- on one rare occasion she even went into stasis lock for the amount of energy depletion on her part (along with her parents deciding 'hey, I'm tired' isn't a good excuse to stop driving). Outside of training, Thunderstream began feeling the urge to have an actual relationship that wasn't based on the practice of speed, going into this 'rebelling stage'. She would hang around other Velocitronians, but due to her lack of experience in social interaction made it a challenge to make friends. Nevertheless, she managed to make one more-or-less friend, Sunstrider. He convinced her to leave the city and accompany him and his brother, who could provide her a place outside the city. She accepted, and the two left without her saying goodbye to her parents. They arrived to the ship Sunstrider owned and introduced her to Moonstalker, whom she quickly befriends. The group stay together for awhile, Sunstrider often initiating races between the two which quickly improved Thundersteam's competitive side. Moonstalker, meanwhile, provided strolls where the two could communicate with each other without worry of being seen differently. Sunstrider slowly begins convincing her to participate in activities she otherwise wouldn't do as they travel in the ship around Velocitron. Thundersteam is aware of this, however follows along because she considers him a friend. The group eventually decides to travel to Cybertron, using the ship to do so. While on this travel Sunstrider starts advancing on the femme, leading to a relationship much to Moonstalker's worries. The femme, however, claims there was nothing wrong in it.  The ship arrives to Cybertron, landing not too far from where Kaon is located. Time passes and they're regarded as talented racers from the many events held around the area, forming a rivalry between Sunstrider and Thunderstream to discover who's the fastest. The rivalry seeps into their relationship, and the relationship becomes on-and-off until Moonstalker finally convinces her it's toxic relationship. Despite her growing pride and confidence, she listens to her friends words and leaves the split-sparks to start new elsewhere. Successfully, she lives in a decepticon populated area with rumors of a decent racer around the area, though she wasn't ready to bring up her reputation here. Instead, she focused on befriending the locals- and found an unlikely friendship with a scientist named Aeroviper. With a friend and the urge to expel the ever growing energy in her frame, Thunderstream sets out to race once more. The scout grows a reputation around the area, the friend she made checking in on her between her job and the two become close. So much so, the seeker even takes time to watch a couple races Thunderstream participates in. As the war begins to brew and Aeroviper tries to convince her to join the autobots, Thunderstream isn't convinced until she sees the decepticons killing other 'bots. She joined the faction for their ideal world- where the caste was gone. Not a bloodbath towards a whole other goal. So, Thunderstream attempts to convince her old friend Moonstalker to join her as an autobot- who reluctantly agrees after commenting on how Sunstrider has changed during the war. The two then flee Kaon to join Aeroviper, who takes them to the autobots. Another attempt at a fresh life- the femme lives in Iacon as an autobot. Although the transition was difficult and many of the opposing faction viewing her as untrustworthy, the femme managed to find a home in the city. She changes her designation to Doubleglitch from then on. The past has a funny way of finding her, unfortunately, as Doubleglitch is met with Sunstrider after a mission she and a few others had- the femme having been caught by her old friend and taken away from the battlefield. The two exchanged words, Sunstrider taking notice of her lack of confidence and increase in flirtation and nature to keep talking as though afraid of slipping into the thoughts of her processor. Yet again she gets herself stuck in the toxic relationship- sneaking out whenever possible to visit the decepticon. During one time however, the mech convinced her to accompany him back to the ship they once traveled in. Once within the familiar area, the femme quickly notices the advances Sunstrider is doing but doesn't stop him. Thus, the decepticon manages to get her on his berth and, well, interface. The two continuously meet each other until Aeroviper discovers who Doubleglitch is sneaking to. Taking matters in her own hands, the seeker takes the scout off to other autobots in the attempt to get Doubleglitch help. Sure enough, the femme spent time in counseling and improved, and was taken out of missions once it was discovered she was carrying another spark, the offspring of her fling with Sunstrider. The spark turns out to be a split spark, the two new cybertronians in the world being fit within similar frames of one another. The crimson plated sparkling is named Joltraider while the black plated one is designated Phaseshift. Leaves the planet with a small group of other autobots once the war finished off Cybertron, arriving to earth and landed in France. She along with her sparklings took earthern vehicle modes, and eventually met with Aeroviper again after her seeming disappearance. They weren't the only ones to arrive to earth, however- for a group of decepticons landed elsewhere. Now the two factions compete in their own small war part of the bigger picture. When the femme isn't on duty, she enjoys her breaks by racing against humans , and through these races she was crowned the 'Speed queen', her alt-mode famous among racers. It had also led to a growth in fans, much to the Autobot groups dislike- as it could cause problems for her and them if they found out what she is. This leads to her growing tired of the constant limit, where she can't do what she wants because of these rules weighing her down. As a result, Doubleglitch primarily spends her time outside of the base unless needed, burning her thoughts out on the road with any human or 'bot that dares challenge her. Nicknames she gives others: Sugar spice- Someone who is a bit troublesome but she can handle. Doll- A good friend of hers. Sugar- General nickname to everyone Pal- Nickname given to those she does not particularly like/ getting on her nerves. Quotes: "I'm the fastest femme around. Think you can handle the challenge?" "Pal, you're getting on my nerves." "Don't worry about me sugar, I got this." "Hey sugar, wha'cha need?" "You are what people call, 'fauteur de troubles'." Extra: Holoform- Beauty Queen Jessica. Jessica appears a lot, often times riding herself (not in uh- that way.), just to see how it feels being human. She typically has a cigar or gum, an dis known for flirting with human males before speeding off. Although she's proud to be an Autobot, sometimes it weighs her down. She wants to be able to race against others without someone telling her 'no' if they found out. During Doubleglitch's time as a decepticon, she was incredibly competitive and acted akin to a human's 'highschool popular girl' type. As an autobot, her competitive style simmered and she became considerate towards others. Has a habit of speaking in French if she's nervous, angry, or genuinely in a good mood. Thunderstream took on the designation Doubleglitch once she joined the autobots. Doubleglitch meant to the femme her changes in life, from Decepticon to Autobot and a 'glitch' in the system. Using Doubleglitch's real designation at any point of time will stop her from doing anything, depending on when it's used. If it's used speaking to her on a serious topic you can bet she's going to take it seriously from that point on. If it's used during a fight it can make her hesitate, and some cases even cause her to panic. Using it in other times when you aren't considered a friend of hers can cause her to scoff and become nervous, and sometimes correct you to call her Doubleglitch. Close friends calling her this casually uplift her spirit. If you really want to get on her nerves, threatening her sparklings in any way, shape or form will definitely do the trick. Whenever there's a rumor of a car that could rival her, she heads straight away to the next race that person is in to prove everyone wrong about them. Not wanting to e a burden, Doubleglitch keeps her complaints and worries to herself which often has a negative effect on her. www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jviZGERpqg (Voice is the main singer/girl with the red scrunchie also regarding the music video.) Doubleglitch and Aeroviper are close friends, and the only femme she feels more comfortable with sharing her feelings with. Transformers belongs to Hasbro. I merely own the character.