#i forgot what it feels like to be completely obsessed with my ocs

[sketchy-galaxy]

Healing is looking at old art of an oc and watching them progressively get darker skin with every redraw 🥰

[hellokittykookies]

Pose for me - J.JK -

──── sypnosis ✮⋆˙ After years of running from the life you never wanted, you thought you had finally succeeded. erasing y/n, becoming ji-ha, and leaving your past behind. But then came him. A model you accidentally brought to a cotillion, a man effortlessly loved by the woman who had become family to you. And it just so happens He was connected to the one person you abandoned nine years ago. You were supposed to avoid him. To walk away. So why did you keep finding yourself right next to him?

──── pairings ✮⋆˙ Model! jk x Photographer! reader (y/n also ji ah)

──── genre ✮⋆˙ slow burn, fake dating, forced proximity, angst, romance, mutual pining, emotional hurt/comfort, smut, hidden identity, jealousy, high fashion industry setting

──── contents ✮⋆˙ simp!jungkook, creative director!reader, reader works at dior, model!jungkook, jealousy, secret lingering touches, soft but intense sexual tension, rich! reader, rich! jungkook, domestic moments, unresolved tension, slow trust-building, implied sex (not detailed) unprotected sex (it's not detailed. just implied), family issues, abandonment themes, identity struggles, missing person case mentions, emotional breakdowns, trust issues, georgina is inspired by georgina sparks, inspired by gossip girl and devil wears prada, brother! taehyung, assistant! georgina, calvin klein jungkook, jungkook is like the main main model or the face of calvin klein, part time photographer! reader (it's her side quest pls), petty fights, bickering, push and pull?, nepo baby! jk (mentioned), make outs, kissing, teasing, curse words.

──── notes ✮⋆˙ this was last year. i haven't written anything in a while. i was looking or browsing my works on wattpad and saw this fic that i completely forgot about. i posted a poll and yall voted for me to post it so here it is! your wish is my command. haha. i'm still not sure if i wanna come back to writing but this fic is making me want to. the problem? no motivations and my words aren't still wording like before. i made my friend read the whole fic and helped me fix it and edit it so here it iss! most of the fics that were posted here in my acc will be reposted in ao3 or wattpad. reading this fic was mind blowing to me honestly. i feel proud about this.... i'm sorry if it doesn't feel rght or not omg i am not an expert at these things. i searched and researched stuff about devil wears prada outfits to change her outfits cuz it was sooo bad in the draft. like... tf you mean you're THAT rich and you're wearing forever 21 skinny jeans with fucking fitted top?? omg... my friend and i was cringing sooo baaddd. the amount of times i wrote "your breath hitched" "then" "smirk" what the fuck honestly... wrote this like actually july 2024 or something. i tried my best making this better so pls bare with me. the contents are there and the notes is here. if you don't like it feel free to give feedbacks but pls make it a little nicer maybe? also this was the time i was soo obsessed with devil wears prada. me and my friend changed the names, characters and some of the character traits cuz we thought it'd be fun if we added georgina sparks inspired character here (minus the part where she always want drama or trouble ofc), again i am not an expert at these stuff. had to literally ask my mom shit about her bags and designer stuff when i was re editing this. also i looovveee calvin klein jk omg... i can NEVER get over that era. we made ocs character a little bit moree pushy and stuff like pushing jk away and more in denial lmao. don't even know if this is slow burn or not but whatever.

──── WC ✮⋆˙ 34k

tumblr won't let me post all of it all at once so i'll post each of it part by part. atleast like 5k words per chapt next week as i have a flight tommorow lolll. also fly high michelle trachtenberg:(((

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[moonsaver]

Summer Cookies

Summary: Asahi finds ways to scope out his feelings for you.

Tw/cw: Yandere!oc x reader, nonconsensual drug use, spiking of food, obsessive feelings. Setting is in a highschool, but can be loosely interpreted.

A/n: "i wont be here at all" i say, before typing about my silly little yandere guy that i think about every night . Anyway heres just a small blurb for him . Meet Asahi :)

——

“You forgot to bring a pencil?”

He peers over to your desk, watching your hands fiddle around as you search for the pencil you're now sure of you didn't bring.

You sigh, and slump back into your chair. Then you turn to face him with a cheeky smile. The tip of Asahi's own pencil is held between his teeth, mouth slightly open as he looks at you. The ends of his lips pull into a smile the longer you two stare at each other in silence.

He shifts, removing the pencil from his mouth, placing it on his notebook. He mirrors your pose, folding his arms and leaning back, looking at you with a knowing grin.

“I'm not lending you any of mine.”

You turn away to stare back at your own notebook, but the smile on your face only grows wider. You're aware he's still looking at you.

He drawls, a teasing lilt in his voice as he slightly leans over to look at your face, a view you interrupt as you turn your face to look out the window.

He, evidently, isn't one to take it lying down. He only leans further, teasing you more as he tries to catch your eye,

“What did I text ya last night? Hm? And what did I tell you this morning?”

You crack, a small snort leaving you. There's a brief moment of silence before Asahi chuckles, making you grin to yourself, still facing towards the window. You hear his chair creak as he leans back and shifts around, making you look at him.

He digs out a pencil, and holds it to you. You reach out to take it, but he pulls back.

Hm. You look up to see the playful look still on his face.

“On one condition, ‘kay?”

You sit up straight in your chair, facing him completely now.

“Don't lose this one.”

He takes your hand, gently nudging it open with his thumb, his other hand placing the pencil onto it with purpose.

You look at the pencil, a bit confused, but then realise.

There, in the middle of it, is your name, jaggedly engraved.

You chuckle,

“Hey, what's this supposed to mean?”

Asahi returns to his work, suddenly busy, as he answers,

“To help you not lose it, like always.”

You roll your eyes.

-

A small bead of sweat slips past his forehead, as Asahi continues to keep his unfettered concentration on the pencil.

His hands shake slightly from the strain, from the precision he tries to employ. The wood chips bit by bit, as his finger carves into the thin stem of it.

The silence is interrupted for a split second by the sound of a pencil rolling off of his desk and onto the floor. He doesn't take his eyes off of it. Attempt 52. The previous one.

He chips away another small piece of wood, before breathing in, deeply, straightening up as the tension in his fingers relaxes. He places the pencil down.

Attempt 53. Perfect.

He's planning on giving this one to you.

He stares at it for a few moments, trailing down the sleek edges of the pencil, to the graphite tip, and then his fingers. Red. A little raw. 

It's worth it.

He leans back into his chair, breathing deeply and then out, one of his hands sliding through his hair, as he closes his eyes.

He's not sure when this started.

But he can't stop it. That much he's certain of.

His eyes open to the ceiling. A glow in the dark star pasted there years ago. He sits up again, slowly. His eyes fix on his drawer.

All of his failed attempts remain there. But he can't bring himself to think about them for now.

When was it? When he saw you sleeping on your desk? When you laughed at his subpar joke?

When you, somehow, foolishly, stood up to that classmate? The one he'd eventually have to threaten to stay away from you?

His mother calls him. Your figure vanishes from the precipice of his mind like a mist. His fingers only reach out into the empty space as if silently requesting, even if heedless, for more.

Raw. Painful.

He gets up, and heads downstairs.

––

“Where do you wanna go?”

You ask, looking up at him, your bag slung over your shoulder as you turn to him. 

“I know a great place. You said you were having trouble with inspiration, right?”

“Right..”

“Right! So I've got a nice place I think might help!”

You hesitate, looking alarmed for a split moment before Asahi interrupts what he knows is going through your head,

“No, it's nothing loud or crowded! It's peace and quiet. And no one else.”

Your shoulders relax, your face settling into a gentle smile at his words. You and Asahi were on different wavelengths of ‘fun’, and thankfully he wasn't oblivious to it.

“Oh, uh, it is public just..”

You squint your eyes, making him grin at you,

“Trust me! I got snacks, too.”

––

You sigh, closing your eyes as you relax into the soft grass.

Maybe it wasn't the most hygienic, but you couldn't be concerned. Not when the grass felt soft under you. Or how warm the sunset felt on you. Or how soothing Asahi's voice sounded, talking about random things in the background.

He was right. This must have been what you needed.

You hear a bit of shuffling, then a sigh. You look over to your side, looking at Asahi as he lays down beside you.

“Told ya.”

You smile.

“Yeah. You did.”

You turn to look up at the sky, keenly aware that his gaze stayed on you.

Was he staring at your nose? Your eyes?

..your lips?–

You banish the thought, choosing to try and ignore the hope that prods at the corner of your mind.

“Oh, hey, I got cookies. Helped mom make them last night.”

You look at him, sitting up as he gets up and shuffles through his bag, bringing out a crinkly little packet of cookies, complete with a pink bow.

Your smile widens at it.

“Don't say anything, you know my mom picks the packaging, not me.”

He slightly pouts, embarrassed as he hands you the packet.

“But, like.. it's really cute.”

He beams at you. God, did he want to kill you? Your heart flutters.

“Thanks.”

“Tell me how they turned out! Mom got pissed I kept snagging a taste from the batter and didn't let me eat a few samples after they came outta the oven.”

You chuckle, pulling at the small ribbon, and undoing the packet open.

“It's not safe to eat raw batter, hisa.”

“I knoww, but don't knock it ‘til you try it!”

“Don't wanna get salmonella anytime soon..”

You say, biting into a cookie. It's soft, and crumbly. Sweet, but not overtly, letting the chocolate melt in your mouth.

“It's good!”

You say, looking at Asahi. His eyes widen when they meet yours.

…

Was he staring?

You quickly look away, suddenly finding your throat dry and the cookie hard to swallow down.

Asahi stays silent for a brief moment before chuckling softly under his breath.

“You've got crumbs on your mouth, idiot.”

He reaches out to wipe the corner of your mouth. You'd swoon if it wasn't for the fact he practically smothers it off of your face like a grandma,

“Agh, Asahi!”

“Hold on a sec-”

“Hey-!”

“Just the corner-”

You swat his hand away, fuming and embarrassed. He returns your look with a wide grin

“I got it.”

——

“You're not lookin’ too well..”

Asahi says, concern making his voice soft.

“Just.. I don't know, can we stop for a second?”

“Yeah, of course.”

He moves you over to a wall, helping you lean on it as he waits for you, patiently.

You're dizzy.

Maybe it was all the sleepless nights catching up to you. The stress of your grades. Maybe the competition you had coming up. Something.

You're slightly wobbly on your feet, leaning on the cool support of the wall as you try to regain balance. Asahi stands beside you, a reassuring presence.

“My place isn't too far, think you can make it?”

His voice is soft, a gentle comfort, peering through the uncertainty of your confused mind.

You're thankful Asahi is the person you're with right now.

“Can you.. uh..”

“Yeah, hold on.”

He helps you without you having to say more, gently looping your arm around his neck, his hand on your other arm as he tries to help you walk. But it's not enough – a few steps ahead and he stops again.

“No, wait.”

You look up at him in a haze, before your vision suddenly shifts, your legs being swept off the ground as Asahi lifts you up.

You gasp, and tense up, a bit flustered at the gesture, nevermind the ease with which he actually picks you up. He does work out, huh?

But you're too flustered to keep thinking such things, and frankly, terrified, unused to the position, your hands shaking as you grip onto him for dear life. But he only smiles widely in response

“Off we go! Hold on tight, okay?”

“Hisa, wait-”

——

Asahi sits down, quietly, beside your sleeping form.

You shift, slightly, on the futon mattress, making Asahi pause for a moment. A few seconds later, he breathes out, leaning back on his hands as he relaxes, looking up at his ceiling.

The star pasted on his ceiling glows dimly in the room.

He looks back down at you, leaning forward. His hand hovers over the frame of your face, watching intently as you sleep.

It worked.

He could feel the adrenaline rush from before almost return once again, simply looking at your face, knowing you trusted him, relied on him, stirred and burned in his chest.

He breathed in, measured and strained, his fingers trembling as they barely ghost your face, his pupils dilated like a frenzied animal, frantic and obsessed.

He feels it – every tether of his obsession thrumming in his body, plucked at individually each second, the instrument of his body yearning for you.

You shift, once more in your sleep. He doesn't pause – the fear of being caught paling in comparison to the rush of satisfying something deeper inside; something intuitive, at his core.��

He swallows thickly, noting each curve of your face under the moonlight, his own lips curling up. His smile contorts further than usual; stripped of its warmth, fueled solely by the insane amounts of euphoria he feels.

He's going insane. He feels it happen, measuring the changes taking place with each rise and fall of your chest, his heart racing. With each happenstance of your face grazing against his hand with the shifts and turns in your sleep. 

But he takes it in stride.

The door creaks slightly, and Asahi pauses, his hand still hovering, his back blocking the light seeping in from the door over your body.

“Asahi.”

His mother calls, gently.

——

Asahi stands in the kitchen, leaning back against the counter, his arms folded over his chest.

He doesn't care anymore. When it started. How it must have.

It doesn't matter, he guesses. Not when something much more of a concern is at hand.

He has something of an idea. 

To grow closer to you. It's possible by various methods. This is just one of them.

He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. He pushes himself off of the counter, and picks up a small, capped bottle. 

He watches the ichor of the solution drip down into the inconspicuous, pale batter. 2 drops should be enough.

He whisks it, occasionally looking back to the door of the kitchen, as if expecting someone to come in. Not that anyone will suspect what he's up to, regardless.

“I have some leftover batter, do you want to make some for yourself?” Asahi's mother says, her voice coming from the corner of the kitchen from the fridge as she bends over into it, picking out something from inside.

Asahi wipes his hands on the kitchen towel as he looks back at the bowl.

“Really?”

“Yep.”

His mother says, easing out a bowl of icing from the fridge and onto the counter.

“You have to make the icing though. I don't know if there's enough for my cookies..”

His mother places a hand on her cheek, pondering with a slightly irked expression as she estimates the amount of icing. 

But that's the least of Asahi's concern, an unreadable expression on his face as he contemplates over his morally questionable thoughts. Icing wasn't a concern for him.

A bead of sweat forms on the furrow of his brow, as he continues whisking, the summer heat making itself known by sticking to his back, clinging into the dips of his muscle, slightly hunched over the counter that's a little too short for him.

He wants to see you.

Something in his chest rumbles, something warm. Something pleasant.

He wants to do this for you.

He wants to see your eyes light up at the first bite. He wants to hear you talk about the flavor. He wants to help brush the crumbs off of your mouth. 

He wants to see your expressions.

He stops. His hand stills.

That should be enough.

A few moments later, he's left to his own thoughts once again, as the oven hums with warmth.

He wishes to feel yours.

——

“Asahi”

He looks up from you to his mother, standing at the door.

“Come here.”

He hesitates, looking back at your sleeping face. He fixes the sheets over you a bit more, before quietly getting up and following his mother out of the room.

She has an unreadable expression on her face as they both stand quietly in the kitchen.

“Did you use it?”

Asahi doesn't say anything.

She sighs, picking out the familiar ichor bottle.

“Asahi, why do you think I have it in the first place?”

His eyes fixate on the bottle.

“You’re my son. But.. I didn't expect you to take after me so much.”

She sighs, staring at the bottle in her hand.

She stays silent for a moment, before looking up at him,

“Did you do anything else to her?”

He shakes her head.

“I won't touch her.”

She nods.

“Good.”

The door of the kitchen clicks shut. He returns to your side shortly after. 

——

[poorlemons]

A little look-back through 2024, how fun!

January

Certainly a range going on, dungeon meshi, moomin, rottmnt, and whatever is happening to Rhode. I don't think I really drew much during Jan, all things considered.

February

A failed attempt at amphiburary- school took over, or something- and a lot of oc art! overall I did more art that month and while some of it bugs me, and i dont have pleasant memories attached to it, i still like a lot of what I did. Got experimental 'n stuff!

March

Its all OC art baybe!! and some stuff included that I never posted. Rhode (the ginger with glasses) is my special little guy and I had plenty happening in a rp thing I do. You can see how his nose hadn't reached its full evolution yet.

April

Again with the oc stuff! Rhode persists! March was the eclipse, which honestly I forgot happened this year... man that feels like so long ago. Also, I did some stuff with my magical girl ocs, a rare treat! I honestly really like that art set I did, the magazine idea was cute

May-June

I did a lot of mostly complete artworks these two months, but theyre 90% oc art so I figured i could shove them together. You can see me experimenting with coloring and rendering in some of these. Also, I visited rottmnt again for a lil bit in June! Honestly I was having a great time drawing me and my friend's ocs

July

And so I discovered Reigen. Plus some more rhode n other ocs. But mostly it was Reigen. Mob psycho is great, i had a great time watching it. Kinda wanna go back and rewatch it but all for another day.

August

didn't draw as much in august, i had a really fun trip I went on that I spent the month preparing for! Love ren fairs. But what i did draw was (drum roll) oc art! Rhode, Lamp, Ann and otheres- theres a decent variety here. Still mostly Rhode, though.

September-October (and so my Michael obsession begins)

So um. Michael, amiright? honestly i have so much fun drawing both michaels, its a damn delight. ive been so happy at the reception of them from everyone too- i draw michael solely for myself but i do like it when my work makes others happy

November

Honestly some good michael art from november. plus the creation of Clear Image AU! I have less to say about these last too months, since itd be less looking back and more recapping what is basically yesterday.

December

And so ends the year.. More michael, some Lyf, some oc art, all the fun stuff. Plus... a little sneak peak at the expert testimony animatic im working on in the upper righthand corner.

Happy new years, fingers crossed for a better 2025 for everyone!

[pepsiiwho]

I was not only tagged but also texted and, if you can believe it— called— to do this by @koipalm so. Here I am. Doing it. Huzzah. 

1) how many works do you have on ao3?

71! (jesus) 

2) what's your total ao3 word count?

260,293… bullshit numbers fr… 71 fics only JUST hitting 260k...

3) what are your top five fics by kudos?

A quick foreword I don’t care about kudos as a system and I don't use them as a benchmark for my work at all. I suppose they transfer over easily to mean ‘likes’ but I think most ao3 readers ‘likes’ are flimsy currency. Now comments? That I can get behind.  To Be Seen (And To See)  Two Of The Worst People You Know Are Talking In Low Whispers In The Room Over Live, Laugh, Love (And Other Things Luffy Can't Eat) Acute Stress Response Touch, A Commodity We Both Lack In Spades

4) what fandoms do you write for?

My ao3 will list a lot but I’m only going to consider fandoms I actually enjoy writing for, not just one offs or gifts I got grouped into. So, having said that, my main haunts are:  Hades [1/2] (Active) Metaphor: ReFantazio (Active) Haikyuu!! Fe3h DRV3

5) do you respond to comments? why or why not?

Always. I'll respond to a backlog right now, but I feel that comments are the lifeblood of ao3. You get all this work for free and most writers only ask for one thing— recuperation. No money, no content in exchange, just a few short words of encouragement. Considering the high regard I keep commenting on, it's only right to pay that respect back in turn. Also, duh, I wanna talk about the concepts I wrote about more!!

6) what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I am too indecisive with my own work so I’m going to take the cop out answer and give one fic per fandom.  For Metaphor: ReFantazio, I Hear You Walking Even Now. It doesn’t seem sad, but to me it is a deeply upsetting piece because of the finality of it. Basilio gets this big house he’d always wanted and he’s alone. And he will never be able to enjoy the home with his brother as he wanted. Whatever. For Hades And Here It Is, Our Final Night Alive. I almost forgot about this piece because the magic of two men kissing bewitched me. But this was such a sad send off and imagining what I think might have happened with Hypnos and Melinoe. Go read it, the comments want me dead.  For Fire Emblem, To Mourn You Is To Live, Heartless. No one has read this because no one on earth gives a fuck at all about Claude Von Riegan/Igantz Victor but Im OBSESSED and I think this story is so terribly sad. These two might as well be ocs, but I think my writing shines in these somber pieces…

7) what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Can I give a blanket answer and say porn? All my porn is pretty happy because my faves get laid…. But if that doesn’t count, uhhh… I don’t know. We’ll say my oc x canon fic because the whole concept is like, married bliss. Whole Package Baby, I Like The Way You Fit

8) do you get hate on fics?

Once or twice. I always respond in a weirdly pointed way and in both cases they’ve apologized so. Yay?

9) do you write smut?

Yes! I started for the first time a few months ago and have been unable to stop since. Hallelujah.

10) do you write crossovers?

I haven’t written any in a long time BUT I love crossovers inherently for what they are. The more indulgent the better. 

11) have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. It was a Chainsaw Man fic. My lawyer friend got the person’s account completely nuked though, it was great. 

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I think… 4 of them? All into mandarin! How fun. 

13) have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes I’ve worked on pieces informally with numerous writer friends of mine and more ‘officially’ (if anything on ao3 can be granted such a word) in DRV3 and MRF  

14) what's your all time favorite ship?

…This is a hard question because I feel like an ‘all time favorite’ needs to be one you continually come back to regardless of your other tastes changing….. I… probably should give this to a Danganronpa ship, but I rather not so instead I’m going to say either Claudenatz or Osalev… insane rarepairs no one gives a fuck about will do me in everytime.

15) what's the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them. I am a chronic unfinished wip poster. Right now I am working most aggressively to finish I'll See You First, my uh, most recent long fic. But as for ‘abandoned’ titles…. Probably I Don't Like How I Look At You. It's relatively new but I still think it reads well and I’m still into the fandom so all isn’t lost.  Wait wait no, I take it all back i want to finish more then anything else my bullshit Haikyuu fic My Real Boyfriend Is Real He's Just From Moscow, Russia— Actually. I think this fic is so fucking good but I have to FINISH IT. I probably never will but the WHOLE thing is drafted out and ready to go. Just needs to be made haha. 

16) what are your writing strengths?

Uh. I truly think I’m good at everything, generally, and infallible. I'm gods gift to man, and reader, so it isn't easy to pick ONE thing I'm strong with.... But of all my strengths, of which there are many, I’m most proud of my character work and ability to convey setting and tone. You’ll never say my work bores, I know that for dance sure. 

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

Quantity. I struggle with filling word counts. I don’t write a lot. I want to write more. 

18) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think more often then not it doesn’t land and just reads as an amateur writing decision. Generally, when writing character who speak different languages (fictional or otherwise) I think it's more efficient and readable to just put something to the effect of “[name] begins speaking quickly in [language], the words sounding [description] to his ears” If the point of view character wouldn’t understand it, I don’t see why we as the audience should either.  Past that, a worse crime if you ask me— it breaks immersion badly. In fic especially, I’m never going to open google translate to get the full meaning of what you wrote and if you’re going to translate why even write it like that?  This is for all languages btw, if you write in japanese I don’t think your character should start speaking spanish and suddenly I see a totally different character alphabet. This feels like a holdover from visual media though. Webcomics, animation, shit like that. This is opinion, of course, but if you do this think about why and what effect it has on the work.

19) first fandom you wrote for?

Personally? Sailor Moon. Publicly? AOT. 

20) favourite fic you've ever written?

I cannot possibly answer this. Theres so many variables that go into making a piece a ‘favourite’... I genuinely don’t know.  Anything under my ao3 account is a fic I adore. I delete fics the moment they don’t inspire joy in me haha. Sorry. 

Uhh, sharing the wealth. @quill-and-paper-cranes , @grayvamp @antelopunny @freya-faust okay now YOU guys do it.

[scribble-brain-aced]

Do you have ocs?

OH BOY DO I

bad quality art, i doodled these in old notebooks from school, so it’s not very good-

i don’t remember what I named most of these OCs, but she’s supposed to be a kind of bratty “everyone loves me” type of character, because she has this superpower where everyone is SUPPOSED to love her. it’s an aura of obsessive, enchanted love. she’s so used to being catering to and fawned over, that she’s genuinely sick of it. she craves hatred, but nobody will give it to her. pretty sure she became a criminal? and honestly, if she were ever hated, she wouldn’t know how to deal with it, and would probably just freak out.

slightly older OC: the COMPLETE opposite of the Aphrodite i just mentioned. she’s incapable of being remembered, no matter how hard she tried. as she grew older, more and more people forgot her, including her own friends and family. she grew bitter, and like most neglected kids, comes to the conclusion that negative attention is better than none, right? she’s also a criminal.. or.. she WOULD be, if law enforcement remembered her. to everyone else, it’s a mystery who set fire to that coffee shop. she does everything she can think of to get attention. that’s also why she’s wearing neon.

…i should bring these two first OCs into a room together and see how they interact.

and the only OC whose name i remember: Dakki!! she started out as a basic experiment because i was curious on how to draw people w/ Treacher Collins Syndrome. except most of the facial differences i noticed, my art style already looks like that so there’s not a big difference-

it’s only obvious in the side profile. she’s a somewhat-sarcastic, but overall polite girl! in middle school, because it’s a breeding ground for insecurity, she tried making a cardboard box head to hide her face, before deciding that she’d feel more awkward wearing it, because NOBODY wears a box on their head, so she never ended up using it. (and she’s absolutely fine w/ her face now!) but she did unlock a passion for making stuff out of cardboard. she started w/ box heads because she could already do that, and eventually became involved in fandom (idk a lot about FF7 but let’s go with that) and started using it to cosplay, mostly armor and wings and stuff. she also really likes ducks, and has made a cardboard duck suit.

aaand that’s all i can remember!

do i love this OCs? with my whole heart

will i ever do anything with them? ..uh. idk. probably not, sadly.

so yeah :)

[softseaside]

It’s finally time for my art summary and I decided to throw my art vs artist 2024 in here as well! I also made two alternative versions for the art summary and art vs artist thing because…well…I think these summarize my 2024 perfectly sdkjskdj

I’m always really thrilled to make these art summaries at the end of the year and reflect on how the year went down. One of my main goals for 2024 was to finally launch the first chapter of my webcomic. Unfortunately, I got some health problems in the beginning of the year and after that, I started to dm my very first D&D campaign and…well…accidentally got obsessed with Blauauge, one of the OCs of the campaign that I completely lost focus on all my art goals skdjskdjsd

Homeboy ruined my 2024, made me forgot to work on my comic and made me start drawing sm*t ksjdskdjsd Jokes aside, DMing is really fun and made me try a lot of new things and expand my creativity. Artwise, 2024 was really, really fun for me, I forgot how much fun it is to be completely immersed in something and I just had so many ideas and thoughts and feelings and love about this blue tiefling.

While I’ve struggled a lot in the beginning (and still do) because I felt super cringe and ashamed to be so obsessed with a character no one knows/cares about, I slowly started to understand that I’ve always been doing art for myself and only for myself and that’s what I like most about art. It’s okay that not everyone is as hyped as me about my OC and the most important thing is that I have fun. Nontheless, I’m super thankful that people actually started to be interested in him so thanks everyone for sticking up with my unhinged OC brainrot 🫶💙 Let’s see how long it will stay since my mini campaign will end soon and we’ll continue our main D&D campaign again. So maybe 2025 we will finally be free of the blue himbo tiefling lmao.

Blauauge brainrot aside, this year I was able to gather a lot of experiences at tabling at artist alleys (8 in total!!!). I had so much fun, I learned so, so much and I met some really cool people and even made some friends. It was truly an amazing experience and I feel like I grew alot. That being said, I also realized that being a convention artist is EXTREMELY time-consuming and takes a lot of energy. Combined with my full-time job and dming, I barely had time for my other creative projects like my comic or my youtube channel and I feel so exhausted.

Looking at my goals from last year, I achieved one of them (attending more artist alleys) but for the other goals, I completely neglected youtube and I don’t feel ready for an art shop at all RIP + I really wanted be better at the fundamentals and I guess I got a bit better at anatomy because of Blauauge (and Blauauge sm*t) so I guess that kinda fits LMAO?? I also start putting more effort into backgrounds for my comic and I’m thinking more about composition while drawing but it’s still a long way for me and I really have to actively study because I feel like I’m at a step in my art journey again where I feel kinda stuck. However, something that really surprised me is that put a lot of my attention on my coloring and I find it way more enjoyable than last year. Also, just a side note, but I’m halfway done with my internship/apprentinceship and I am kinda proud of how much I’vee improved at graphic design and my branding, hehe.

Next year, I’ll TRY (lmao) to attend less conventions. I’m also on a good track working on my comic again SO THIS YEAR, I PROMISE TO GET THAT FIRST CHAPTER DONE!! and I’ll also try to make another youtube video again and maybe even start livestreaming? (no promises lol)

Thanks for liking my art and wishing you all lots of energy for 2025! 💙✨

[xxmaxwellxx]

Hello! Sorry for the delay but I’ve finished my first Yandere oc fanfic! Writers block and anxiety are a pain. Anyway, this is my first fanfic and I’m a tad dyslexic so forgive me for any mistakes! Please let me know if I missed anything with the trigger warnings and sorry for the formatting issues, I wrote this on my laptop. Also please give me constructive criticism and feedback! I’d like to start a blog dedicated to my writing and fanfic so any help is appreciated!

Tw: stalking, obsession and general Yandere behavior.

Gn reader (referred to with they/them pronouns)

Today was a nightmare, we had at least fifty customers during the lunch rush and what's worse is that a guy came in and was sitting at the same table for five hours and only left 30 minutes before closing, the clattering of plates echoing behind me as I wipe down his table, my body feeling like concrete, but I'm forced to keep going. Something crinkles and falls to the ground. Picking it up, I see it's a recipe with (XXX)-XXX-XXXX ‘call me ;)’ on the bottom. I let out a sigh, wading it up and throwing it in the garbage. Of course, he would do that. The guy who refused to leave was also a creep. Just as I'm about to leave, I notice a shadowy figure lingering outside the café, their gaze fixed on me. A chill runs down my spine, but I shake it off, attributing it to the exhaustion of the day. “Hey, I'm going to head out! Could you lock up for me?” I call out to Delilah, the nice old woman in the back. I grab my stuff after she responds in the affirmative. The bell ringing as I head out. I walk to the same bus stop I take every day, the last bus picking me up so often that the bus driver knows me by name.

Sitting down on the bench, I pull out my phone, scrolling through insta. A post from a famous influencer, a post of someone's dog in a newly knit sweater, someone advertising their small business. Just what you'd expect to see, but what I didn't expect was someone sitting next to me. I glance over at them, he’s wearing a white hoodie, sweatpants and sneakers. Nothing out of the ordinary except for his face, what was up with his face? Sunglasses? Why was he wearing sunglasses at night? He turns his head and I quickly turn away and look back at my phone, but I can feel him staring at me, practically burning a hole in the side of my head. I shrink into myself a little, his gaze never leaving me. I can see him out of the corner of my eye, but I can't make out his expression, his face completely obscured by a surgical mask. Should I speak up? Why was he just staring? Was there something on my clothes? Do I offend? The bus screeches to a halt in front of me, and I jump to my feet, quickly hurrying into a seat. Jeremy, the bus driver, gives me a weird look but doesn't say anything. I see the man board the bus, and I hope that he won't sit anywhere near me. That hope is instantly shattered when he stops in front of me. He's tall and intimidating. The light shines off his long black hair, creating a shadow over his face as he looks down at me. I can feel dread knotting up my stomach, I want to cry. I didn't even notice the tears gathering in my eyes, he holds something up, but I can't see it. I blink, the tears fall and I realize he's holding up my bag, “You forgot this.” his voice is low and gravelly like he just woke up. “Oh, thanks.” I say quietly, quickly taking my bag from him.

I look away, turning my gaze out the window, suddenly finding the passing cars more interesting than whatever he was doing at the moment. “I like your apron.” I side eye him, he's staring at me again. I didn't humor him with a response, “Where did you get it?” he's not going to stop talking, is he? “My grandma made it for me.” it wasn't anything amazing, just a blue and white striped apron with a cute rubber duck on the pocket. “It's very cute.” I hum in response, trying not to engage. Trying not to give him fuel to keep going. But despite my efforts, he does.

“I like your hair.”, “Where do you work?”, “How was your day?”, “Do you like work?”, question after question. A never ending string of words. I try to ignore him, to not give him enough to keep going. But he does. The bus stops, and I stop tuning him out to jump up, remembering to grab my bag, and hurry off the bus and away from him. I speed walk to my apartment building, up the side stairs and to my door. I reach into my pocket and I don't feel anything. My heart speeds up as a cold sweat covers my body. Where's my keys? I start to hyperventilate as I check my clothes. My front pockets, back pockets, apron pocket, shirt pocket. They aren't there. They aren't anywhere. I could have sworn I took my keys out of my locker. Did I drop them on the bus? Did they fall out on the sidewalk?

I let out a scream when I feel a hand on my shoulder, whipping around I see the man from the bus and I suddenly have something much bigger to worry about. I open my mouth to scream, at him, for help, I don't know, when he holds up my keys. The fluffy blue pompom and rubber duck keychains bouncing from how fast he lifted them. “I’m sorry, but these fell out of your pocket.” our hands brush as he quickly hands me my keys and speed walks down the stairs, he makes to the bottom and I shout a “Thank you!” after him. Maybe I judged him too quickly.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

They touched me. I can't believe it, they touched me! I can't believe I've at last managed to approach them, emerging from the shadows where I've lingered for so long. Turning the corner, I slide down the wall, quietly giggling to myself because oh my god they touched me! The streetlight over head flickers as I put my hand over my mouth in an attempt to muffle the laughs that are bubbling up and out of my mouth.

I followed them out to the bus stop they sit at every day, they're so beautiful, I couldn't take my eyes off them. They left their bag by the bench, I don't know why, but they seemed freaked out and left in a hurry. Poor thing must have had a horrible day, worse than I thought, if they're that anxious. I was taught to be nice, people like it when you're nice, so I brought them their bag. They looked so cute when they looked up at me. What wasn't cute was the tears gliding down their cheeks. My stomach was in knots as I handed them their bag. I hate seeing them cry, so I did what helped me. I asked them easy questions, trying to distract them from whatever was making them cry. They must have been really sad because they were giving short answers. As the bus came to a stop in front of their apartment building, I slipped their keys out of their pocket. Maybe a happy accident would cheer them up, even if it was artificial. My voice was stuck in my throat as I followed them off the sidewalk, my heart was beating rapidly as I followed them up the stairs. They're looking for their keys. Fuck. No turning back now. I can't be a coward now, I grab their shoulder and they scream. I look so creepy, god, just say something! “I’m sorry, but these fell out of your pocket.” I sounded like I total loser, but sounding like a loser was better than them fearing me, even if for a moment. It felt heavenly when our fingers brushed against one another, their voice like an angel when they shouted thank you. If only they'd let me hold their hand, walk them home, kiss them goodnight. But this will have to do for now.

I'll see you again soon, my love.~

[marycom15]

Was looking through my (now mostly abandoned) twitter account and got a bit emotional looking at older art. So time to yap for an hour. Warning that this is... rather long.

As all good things do, it all started with me getting obsessed with my OC (read: dnd character). I did not know how to draw at that point, and had no intention of learning - I just took a "fashion base" and drew over it because I wanted to show my friends how her clothes looked like.

I read through so much information on 1850's fashion, just to fail when it came to the execution 😭 her dress was supposed to have a pagoda skirt.

I never actually posted this one outside of my friend groups. The first art I actually posted was..

Yep. That fucking windy ass twink bitch. I was OBSESSED with him. Ok i lied I AM obsessed with him. I haven't opened genshin in months but sometimes i lay at night and think about him and Zhongli getting divorced. He's my favourite grandpa ever (he looks like a twink)

FREMINETTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the character ever. The obsession never faded btw in case you couldn't tell by the fact that he's still my discord pfp. I tried a small challenge to draw him daily, and frankly it was absolutely fucked up because instead of doodling or something i was trying to pump out full pieces daily, which, understandably, really wore me out.

Still, I'm glad I tried. Comparing the first Freminet drawing to the last kind of still makes me proud..

Valentines Zhongven intermission

Doodles doodles doodles!!! I made a lot of these at school, and I really think they helped me figure out posing. Since I had to fit my silly characters in-between my notes, I was forced to draw them in poses other than IdlyStanding001 (sometimes with a peace sign included).

For a very short period of time i became obsessed with drawing Scaramouche being bitchy about my schoolwork, as you may notice. I think i peaked there.

In the meantime, I also made a lot more Freminet drawings. Like a lot. he was my #1 subject really, and I consider myself a Freminet expert. Im posting this drawing because i really like the concept and maybe i should do a redraw at some point

Ah yes my doodle page. Which wasnt for doodling. I just didnt feel like creating a new file for every drawing so i dumped them all in one. Sorry you had to find out this way.

Turning point of the century - I discovered different brushes! So far I've been pretty much working exclusively with the standard pen from CSP, but this is the point where i downloaded one (1) additional brush. I felt like such an artist.

This art is also kind of important to me because.. I still don't hate it? I could definitely do better now, but I feel like I could still post this one and not stress too much about what others will think. That's probably why this one was my PFP for so long.

Enora intermission - she's doing well! During this whole process she was kept well fed and well played, as the campaign she was made for started. She even got a slight redesign! Frankly, I never finished the redesign art, but you can get an exclusive forever unfinished WIP. I hope that before you judge you remind yourself that i was still trying to figure out how to draw faces that didn't look like AnimeBase3

Yeah. At least the hair kind of looks good !

If you're wondering where the kind of odd head shape came from, it's from this exact drawing. Yeah. Definitely not proud of it anymore, but it's the thought that counts ! I tried analysing how one of my favourite artsits drew heads, but... Clearly lacked sufficient skill. Oh Freminet, you do not deserve to look like this...

Oh my gosh the ship chart ! Frankly I completely forgot about it. I was so excited since I had a lot of ships I was eager to draw, but, well... I am a Mary first and foremost. So I forgor. Actually I may try to do this again... We'll see.

Oh look im back in my doodling phase here and... looks closer... by god.... no.....

............................AFK Journey..............................

This was right before my final final high school exams. Yknow the ones at the end of your high school. Like you're leaving that place forever. So understandably, I was a bit (lot) stressed. This lead me to many places - those fuckass exams got me into ASMR, Otome, and most importantly.... AFK Journey.

I have many thoughts about that fuckass game. So many. But it is crucial to undestand that i started playing it, IMMEDIATELLY became supremely obsessed with the characters (by god the writing was so shit. Please never play it), logged on for hours on end throughout the whole exam month, and once the exams were over I dropped it right off the bat and never looked back.

Anyway this is all important to note because AFK Journey made me draw my first men kissing art ever. Yay? Valmer nation get your food??? idk. When i posted it they didnt really have a shipname, and i could find maybe 3 arts with the ship being implied. All of them with the female version of the protagonist.

It was a phase, okay. At least the arts kind of looked good

Exam intermission

Scaramouche intermission. (This one's actually important. At around this time i realised i can just Draw. Like casually. It was so freeing, knowing that I can just literally draw something silly without hating it to the core. I finally gained the power to make silly images. So of course I had to draw scaramouche honda ad.)

Jesterina!!! She's my friend's OC and I love her to bits. This art is important for the marycom15 community, because i learned how to make timelapses! first marycom timelapse!!! yippie :D

THE TENMA SIBLINGS!!!!!!!!! One of the few older arts im still proud of. Actually I'm fairly sure I uploaded it to tumblr as well. I lied im 100% sure because it was my first ever post and it was an amazing introduction to the tumblr ecosystem - I posted an art that got barely any attention on other platforms, and got people hitting my Tsukasa over the head with a metal pipe. Absolutely glorious. I need to draw more of them.

Unfortunately, I reached the limit of images per post , however I'M NOT DONE!!!!!!!!! see you in a reblog

[marveinator]

Bad Idea Bella Ramsey x fem!oc (original character)

inspired by "Bad Idea" by girl in red (after part one) masterlist

This story is complete imagination and how Bella acts here is probably not how they would act irl. They/them pronouns used for Bella. pairing: Bella Ramsey x fem!oc (Mina Willow Lane) word count: 2.4k summary: You and Bella have been childhood friends, but broke off contact because of their acting career. Will your paths ever meet again? a/n: I´ve had this obsession with girl in red for a while now and of course with Bella so... here yall go! I hope many people read this story, because I am again putting my whole heart into this. And I figured since I basically already read all the Bella fics existing, I´d just write my own. Enjoy! I will try to make the chapters as long as possible so that I don´t have to post so many parts and yall can read the story faster! (Don´t be mad I simply but Pedro in the hashtags because he´s a part of the story) chapter warnings: nickname calling, ig that´s it? next chapter: Bella and Mina decide to go to a party as friends- but are they leaving it like this again?

I closed my laptop. I had just finished watching an interview of Bella Ramsey and Pedro Pascal. Not only because I was so interested in the series "The last of us", but also because… well. Long story.

I knew Bella. Well, at least I used to. I don't know what they´re like now…. but I'm trying to find out by watching all these videos about them. I miss our friendship a lot.

When we were little, our parents were very good friends and so we always played together. However, when they turned 11, their career went on and on and we broke off contact. They were too busy and now we really had no contact at all, especially since their new series.

I read through the comments under some tiktoks about them and realized how many girls admired Bella. Not only because of their acting, no, also as a person. For whatever reason, I felt an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I wanted to go out and scream loudly "I know Bella Ramsey in person!" just so- I don't even know why. I knew all these girls probably had no contact with Bella, and to be exact, I was one of them too.

It just hurt to lose friends. I missed how Bella would still send me videos every now and then of them practicing their guitar, or when we would have a pie-eating contest together when we were 8. I missed their brown eyes and their beautiful hair. Which, as I had now noticed, was a lot shorter.

But Bella was without a doubt still beautiful. Even more beautiful than I remembered, to be exact.

Sometimes I wondered if they still knew that I even existed. My Bella would never forget me, they were outgoing and cheerful. But were they still like that? What if they had changed? I probably wouldn't even find out.

I turned over in my bed with a sigh. For a few months now, I no longer lived with my parents, but in a small apartment on the outskirts of London.

I grabbed my phone from the table besides my bed and decided to go a bit on Instagram. Only to find a new post of Bella on my home feed. They posted a few behind the scenes pics of their new short film “Requiem” which I had obviously already watched. I sighed and liked the post.

This is how it had been for years. I went on their Instagram, liked the new posts and it went unnoticed by Bella. Of course, they probably got thousands of notifications a day, but still, it made me a bit sad. Almost seemed like they completely forgot about me.

Sometimes I wanted to post something just to see if they would like it- but on the other hand I knew that if they wouldn´t, I´d be heartbroken.

I sighed and switched off my phone, after seeing it was already 11 pm. Usually I stayed up longer, but today I felt extra exhausted. Which didn´t make any sense, I mean I stayed at home the entire day.

That´s what I do most of the time. Normally I work at a small café, but it´s currently closed because they are fixing some stuff in there. I´ve been looking for a new job for the few weeks while it´s closed, but everybody said they only would accept me if I would stay. And I love the café I work at too much and having two jobs isn´t an option right now, so- whatever.

The boss said they´d probably open again in 2 weeks- which was 3 weeks ago. I honestly didn´t know what to do because I did slowly run out of money… I just hoped they would open as soon as possible again.

*1 week later*

I didn´t even know if it was legal that I wasn´t even paid while the café was closed (because that seriously wasn´t my fault?) but I managed to handle everything and was back at work again now.

I wiped all the tables clean; we would open soon. I already saw some people outside patiently waiting, so many loved this place.

Not going to lie, I mean the drinks were good, the workers were friendly, and the little muffins were worth coming here.

After we finished preparing everything, I nodded at my coworker Jamie, and he opened the door.

3 hours later the whole café was full, except for one table. This was good, maybe I would get a lot of tips today. I thanked an older couple who just paid and went over to the next table. “Hey, what can I get for you?”, I asked as I looked up from the wallet where I had just put the money in. You gotta be shitting me.

“Mina? Oh my god, you´re the last person I thought I would see here!”

It was Bella.

Bella fucking Ramsey was sitting on the table in front of me.

What is this, a fucking movie? I surely doubt that.

“Hi, Bella”, was all I managed to say. Bella smiled from one side to the other and happily jumped up from their chair to hug me. It hit me all of the sudden and so I awkwardly hugged back. Bella seemed to notice that I was quite surprised about their sudden action, because they replied with a short “Shit, sorry, that was a bit- out of nowhere…”

They sat down again and looked up at me. We were almost the same height; I was just a little bit shorter. I know, I was tiny or something. Sorry.

“Uh- how have you been? Oh wait- I´m probably interrupting you and your work- uh… Can you recommend anything that is vegan?” I looked at them. Seeing them in real life after such a long time was insanely weird but amazing at the same time. “I´ve been alright I guess, and no worries, they won´t mind if I stay here a minute longer than I should. Well, we have normal juices that are probably vegan, but also, I love the vegan version of our hot chocolate or the iced coffee”, I replied.

Bella smiled again and nodded. “Choose one of those for me, I don´t mind which one, it´s your choice.” I agreed and went to get them a drink. I decided to serve them the iced coffee, I loved it a lot. When it was done, I made sure to decorate it a bit, just because it was for Bella. I know, you shouldn´t prefer any customers, but… could you blame me? I just met my childhood best friend (who is also like- really famous now) after years of no contact again.

With this in mind, I went over to the “boss” of the café, Brian. “Hey, uh, would you mind if I-“ He nodded, without even letting me finish my sentence. “You´re free for today, I figured out it was them.” I had told Brian everything about Bella because overtime we grew closer. Not in any romantic way though, I mean he was a 45-year-old married man, and I was definitely a lesbian (he also knew that). I smiled as I thanked him before running of to Bella (not forgetting their iced coffee of course).

I asked if I could sit down a bit, and they said yes. “So- you just got free for today? That easily?”, Bella asked as I gave them their iced coffee. “Yes, but, it´s only an exception, because well, we haven´t seen each other in such a long time and… yeah- “, I answered.

“I missed you, Mina Willow Lane. I´m sorry I didn´t stay in contact with you, I was just so… busy with work and I know that´s a shitty excuse because I mean almost everyone our age works and you should never leave your friends behind”, the brunette across me explained. “I just felt like it would be easier for the both of us that we weren´t in contact that much anymore because I knew that if we stayed best friends, you would be pulled into the spotlight too and I knew you wouldn´t want that.”

I looked into their eyes and tried to smile a bit. “I know… still. You just like- vanished. I´ve missed you like hell too though, Isabella May Ramsey. Don´t ever leave me like that again, or I swear to god I´m gonna get more mad than last time”, I explained. Bella laughed and nodded. “Do you maybe… wanna hang out a bit? I´m not working for a few weeks and we could- get to know each other again, I mean it was a long time, right?”

I decided to agree with Bella and later that day we went for a walk outside.

“You know, I live in this hotel and the people there are like sooooo rude. I´ve been trying to find a better one for weeks. But they have so many good vegan food options, that´s the main point why I chose it”, they explained while walking next to me. I was so happy we were finally together again; I had missed them so much I almost went insane.

“You could stay at mine, I mean, I still have a guest bed left, and it´s just a tiny apartment, but I could make you any vegan food you´d like-“, I said without any hesitation.

Bella Ramsey POV

I stared at Mina. Was she serious about this? Oh.

"I mean, yeah, I'd love to.... But I really don´t want to get into your way of living-", I replied to her offer. "Keep it down Bella, you're not going to get in my way or anything. Besides, if you live with me, we can spend more time together, I mean you owe me that somewhere after all...", said the girl walking next to me with a grin on her face. I couldn't stop smiling either, we had seen each other for the first time in years and had only been walking for 1 or 2 hours- but I already never wanted to leave her again.

I had to admit, I had missed Mina a lot. Sometimes I even went to her Instagram account, but they didn't post anything there and so I couldn't even know what she looked like now. But when I saw her in front of me today, I recognized her immediately. She hadn't changed a bit. Her hair was still long and dark blonde, her eyes green. Her style was a bit different, but I wasn't complaining, I was convinced that she looked good in everything she wore.

"So... you get your stuff, and we meet at mine again?", Mina asked, nudging me out of my thoughts. I nodded and we parted ways again.

As soon as she was gone, everything was different. I immediately missed her laugh, her beautiful green eyes and her unique way. I hated myself inside that I had pushed such an amazing girl away from me.

Just as I was packing up my things in my hotel room, my cell phone rang. Pedro.

"Hey Pedge, what's up?", I picked up. "I just wanted to check up on you, you haven't called in a while..." I had to chuckle, Pedro worried about me so often, for no reason. But I was grateful to have him, he was almost like a best friend by now- or more likely an annoying MUCH older brother. (To be honest- most of the time it was a father-daughter relationship, with me being the dad of course-)

"You're not going to believe this. I met her. Let´s keep it short and sweet, we uh- move in together?" Pedro stared at me (he just loved video calls, okay-) "You what?!" (A/N: I swear I wrote that and had Bill's voice in my head...)

I just grinned a little sheepishly and stared at Pedro.

"I'm so happy for you. You had missed her so much, and now you're going to see her every day for a while.... But- Bella. Keep me up to dated... if- you know- anything happens-" Pedro said with a wink. I just rolled my eyes.

I had probably told him about Mina almost every day, so now he thought I wanted something from her (in a romantic way). Sure, I loved her, but she was really just a friend- (A/N: Adrien Agreste who?)

"Pedro please, nothing special will happen between the two of us," I replied dumbly. After a while I hung up again, I finally had to finish packing.

Mina Lane POV

Nervously, I bounced around my apartment while waiting for Bella to arrive. Everything was clean, I had put a new bar of towels in the bathroom, picked out a few vegan recipes, and prepared the guest bed for them. The guestroom was right next to mine, and about the same size.

Sure, why had I left this room vacant when I lived alone? Well... just in case an old friend would show up here once-

Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring and I pressed the door opener, so that the front door opened downstairs. Now I had only a few seconds until Bella would stand in front of me, with their luggage, ready to move in for a few weeks. Everything had happened so fast, I couldn't even believe it yet.

When there was a knock on the door of my apartment, I felt goose bumps rising all over my body. Carefully I turned the door knob to the right and opened the door. Bella was dressed differently now, they had gray sweatpants and a dark green sweater on, much more simple and comfortable - but still beautiful.

"Hey, come on in," I said and accompanied Bella into the kitchen. It was an open kitchen overlooking the living room (A/N: Here a plan I MADE of the apartment, so that you can imagine it better <;3).

"Cozy in here," Bella said with a grin on their face. I had to giggle and showed them around.

"There's only one bathroom, unfortunately, but it's between our rooms, so I hope that's okay-", I explained. "Oh love, don't act like I'm a complete stranger, we've definitely had sleepovers, so if we ever run into each other in the bathroom at night, I think I'll be able to handle it-", Bella grinned. My face turned red. Not only because of the nickname, but also because of the way they looked at me. What was wrong with me?

"Um yeah... I think it´s pretty late already, I picked out food, plain pasta with tomato sauce, hope that's okay..." Bella nodded and thus I started cooking the food while they settled into their new room. This was going to be a few interesting weeks....

[efingart]

May I ask how did you come up with your Bell oc? She's amazing and even though I have my own Bell can't stop obsessing over yours haha, made me wish there was more than one Bell :3 also I love your art, you're the best!

Hey anon, oh thank you so much. I'm so happy you like her. It's really so cool to hear that you care about her 💙

I don't think I ever sat down to think about her creation. It's like she came fully formed out of my head like Athena.

I don't know how long you've been in the fandom, but she's been with me for a few years now. So I've had the benefit of time to develop her as a character and work on her overall look. Hell I didn't have a faceclaim for her for a year. And I've written, oh, a lot of words about her and a few comics lol. Also tons and tons and tons of drawings. Here's one now:

Also, I'm amazed at how things fell into place with her. For example, in the original JWIN comic (which is now just Chapter 1 of the fic) I just on a whim decided she liked milkshakes. And then I decided to look it up. Apparently, milkshakes were super popular in Soviet Russia. I had NO IDEA. But of course, now I had to run with it. And now I actually see there are people posting recipes for Soviet milkshakes. I think I'm going to have to make one.

If I had actually set goals for her development they would have been to fit her into canon events, the time period, and make her likable and relatable to my audience. And to me. She's definitely the kind of character that I gravitate towards. And I needed for Frank and for her to like Frank. I wanted to give both of them a little something better than what canon gave them. And given that I played Black Ops 1 and 2 after Cold War it just seemed like a natural fit.

Anyway, I wish I was a little more organized so I could give you a better answer. I'm always happy to answer more questions or clarify things because I know this wasn't the most detailed answer. Or if you have any questions about Mila in particular always feel free to ask!

And thank you so much, I'm really happy you love my art. That means the world to me, truly. I know I say that a lot but I do mean it genuinely 💙

EDIT: Oh hell I got so wrapped up in thinking this through I completely forgot. There is more than one Bell. I don't know how you feel about multiverse theory anon but when CoD gave us the choice to name and choose our own Bell it opened up the door to new universes and new outcomes. There's more than one Bell. If you want your Bell to hang out with mine or someone else's that works too.

Tbh I have been thinking about another Bell in The Boys Universe and Mila is there too.

[gaypastabake]

Um Battle Rabbids: End of Darkmess maybe idk

uuuggghh the urge to post but with no art to go with it..... guess I gotta ramble now....

I mentioned in one of my posts (I think it was the Edge design thing) that I have dreams about a rabbids game akin to sparks of hope that has a sort of fantasy rpg vibe to it, thats sort of how I came up with Popsicle and team fusion- this idea of wandering fighters who explore ruins and complete quests for people.

I think its extremely obvious by now that I am an anxious, self-conscious perfectionist, ive been feeling conscious about having a different artistic direction than the rest of the mario + rabbids community, and guilty about being mostly cannon divergent. But honestly, fuck it- im giving into the autistic urge to create an entirely separate story/au based on the characters from M+R Sparks of Hope

The whole concept of Cursa, Edge, the spark hunters and the wardens of each planet is just so unbelievably different from everything the rabbids games were as a concept, its what got me to actually like the rabbids for the first time since I honestly wasn't a huge fan of the first game, kinda the reason why I felt my content was so out of place with the rest of the community. I really REALLY liked how sparks of hope tackled its environment and how magical it felt, as a fan of dnd and pokemon mystery dungeon I found the worldbuilding and premise so inspiring to the point where I forgot that this had anything to do with the rabbids.

The point im trying to say is that I want to focus on the setting of the mario + rabbids universe but with a closer emphasis on Edge, my ocs and other characters introduced in Sparks of Hope that are separate from the mainline rabbids cannon. Sure the main rabbid heroes such as rabbid mario and rabbid peach may appear sometimes but they would be taking a backseat to the other characters. Hell I don't even know if Edge will be joining Beep-O's team in this AU.

Anyways getting to the point (im pretty shit at rambling); Battle Rabbids: End of Darkmess is going to be a fan storyline inspired by the characters of M+R Sparks of Hope, taking place during the course of Cursa's reign and the sudden reappearance of the forces of darkmess following her supposed death. The story will have a more mature tone than expected of the rabbids: there will be a bit of blood, mildly suggestive tones and mentions of trauma + mental health; just as a friendly reminder that my content isn't always suitable for a younger audience, in case you haven't read my pinned post

Uggggggghhh apologies for the half-baked ramble my brain feels like mush, needed to info-dump about my weird sparks of hope obsessions

[phoechii]

Today I am about to finish my 3rd journal and move onto my 4th and I felt like going back and looking through my past journals. I had two original journals from like 2018-24, writing in them both about different things, one mostly about Guz and selfshippy stuff I wanted to look back and see, and the other mostly about my art goals and dreams and… manifestation stuff. Eventually I kinda meshed the two together. I didn't become as INTO journaling as I am now until this past summer, in August 2024… thanks to Sabo tbh?

Ok, so… when the Sabo feels hit, it was extremely sudden and unexpected. I may have mentioned it here before but the feels happened for me because of a dream (on my Guzmaversary..). I've never had that happen to me before. It was so quick and sudden and along with these new feels I had new ideas for my sona in OP… and I needed to yap. And I didn't know who to talk to or how to talk about it… so I wrote in those two journals. First the selfshippy one and that quickly filled up and then moved onto the the next dream one (which felt suitable since this all stemmed from a dream lol).

I was just exploding with new ideas and inspiration, out of nowhere. I was writing about all my new ideas and stuff for like a solid two weeks. It was such a magical time haha… I have always loved the feeling of writing by hand so when I was done with my brain dumps I just wanted to continue writing about my thoughts during the day, whatever, whenever… good, bad, goals, dreams, quotes I liked, etc. Not every thought, but anything I just wanted to write about. Even my silly boys and my OC’s and story stuff. It sort of became a new obsession of mine? And it just makes me feel good.

For many years I'd buy notebooks just to have them, because they're so cute but never use them because I never knew what to put in them. I've always loved writing and wanted to save them for special things. Everything had to have a perfect purpose, like how I used those two notebooks for two different topics… writing in pretty colorful ink… thinking every word carefully and making it nice to look at. But it is so much better and therapeutic for me to have an all in one place to explode all over the page and see my thoughts so raw and unfiltered, so real. I found out I really REALLY love journaling that way this past summer thanks to that huge brain dump moment and I'm so happy I have such an amazing purpose for all my unused journals now, to continue to document my life this way.

But ANYWAY, so today, when looking back on my old dreams journal before I wrote in it like a normal journal… I found a really funny dream I COMPLETELY forgot about lol. February 2024 I wrote I dreamed about a twitter post (ngl I hate that I have so many SocMed dreams oTL) by the official Pokemon account just posting a picture of Sabo, no text. And all the comments were so funny and confused like “??? SABO ONE PIECE?” “SABO CONFIRMED” “POKEMON WHAT DOES THIS MEAN” “OMG GALAR CONFIRMED”

I JUST THINK ITS SO FUNNY, I was laughing and kicking my feet when I just found this, this was MONTHS before my Sabo feels, and usually I'd ignore the dumb SocMed dreams like those but the fact I was dreaming about Sabo before *THE* dream is so crazy… I NEVER thought about him in that way before *THE* dream. And the fact it was so out of the blue… and I have written proof of it… shdfgjhj this is what journaling is all about for me now HAHAHAHA.

But the fact it was also so out of the blue then too its like… he always in my subconscious somehow… how and why did he get in there. The whole thing with Sabo coming into my life last year was really whacky tbh, he has really made himself so special to me. Like HE really chose to be. HE sought me out, he wanted to be in my life… and so he is! He's already brought so much new joy and creativity into my life I'm so happy and grateful for him haha <33

Sorry to ramble and write a journal entry HERE lol BUT its my blog..... my online journal now. Thanks if you like to read my silly thoughts tho ^o^~

[sevicia]

Writer Guy's only "friend" who sucks majorly. Notes under da cut. Heart.

Firstly ☝️ he's heavily inspired by the experience of having someone follow you around even after you have told them very explicitly to stop doing so. Writer Guy will look him dead in the eye and say "I don't care about anything you have to say. Leave me alone, you annoy the shit outta me", and he'll just go "Bro you're always so funny LOL I'm probably the only one that gets ur sense of humor. Anyways, about my new podcast idea..."

This guy's deal is that he's obsessed with others' perception of him. He's an aspiring influencer and can't decide between being a youtuber, a streamer, or having a podcast. He's into crypto and defends NFTs like it's his job.

He met Writer Guy in college and has stuck to him like a leech ever since, even though they only had a few classes together. His reasoning was that Writer Guy seemed like the lone-wolf type and thus would attract attention with his ~mysterious~ charm, when in reality he was so boring that no one really paid him any mind. If you ask any of their ex-classmates, you'll find that no one really remembers either of them.

He spends a lot of time in r/shortguys and gets frustrated that he can't relate to the whole "women only ever pay attention to tall guys and we manlets are all martyrs" thing cause he's never even tried to get with a girl (he will lie about this). He's gay as hell but in almost complete denial. Genuinely believes stuff like "it's not gay with the socks on".

Unserious images that remind me of him:

I also gotta mention that his role in Mary and Writer Guy's story is very, very minimal, and that he never actually meets Mary. His story is a typical yaoi one where he falls in love with some guy and has one of those cliché "I'm not gay... why do I feel like this towards another man ?!?!!" moments. I chose to do it this way cuz I think it's funny as fuck to have him experience a romcom type thing while Writer Guy is basically Spongebob in the Silent Hill corridor.

I admit I'm not 100% sold on his hair, but it's brown for sure. Why? It just makes sense.

Some design notes including the other two:

Writer Guy is generally apathetic and would be considered boring at a surface level by 99,9% of the population. He teaches philosophy (ethics, specifically) at the college Mary attends, though they weren't aware of each other before The Events. His lectures are notoriously boring and many of his students sleep thru class or just skip them completely, but he passes them all anyways.

He's a writer in his spare time and writes trashy extreme horror on his (anonymous) blog, which is how Mary becomes aware of him. Stuff happens, his superiors (who are at best ambivalent towards him) find out about his hobby, he gets fired and doesn't care enough to defend himself or to raise any concerns about the school's attitude towards its teachers' private lives.

I also forgot to include his "On" design in the above pic, so here, a comparison:

I'm very obviously still figuring out how to draw him, but the drawing on the right is what he looks like at work. Just plain dorky and someone you would not look twice at.

I would also talk about his relationship with Mary, but for that I'd need to talk about Mary first, which I can't do rn cuz this post is already long enough and it's nearing 3 AM and she makes me absolutely BONKERS insane to the point I barely even know where to start when I wanna talk about her.

She's the only OC I have ever made a playlist for. I wish she was someone else's character so I could look at her without having to do the work myself.

A little fun fact about her is she used to dye her hair black before The Events. All I got for you rn.

OK that's all from me. For neoww...... Muah!

[outer-spec]

OCtober 2024 ⭐ Day 4: Under-Appreciated OC

The first OC that comes to mind for this prompt is Juno, because she's supposed to be the main character, but I feel like she isn't as fleshed out as her friends. character traits that she has that i love:

does not give up, she will wear herself down to the point of exhaustion first

complex about trying to save/help as many people as possible, gets sad if she can't save someone

knows martial arts

she acts more chill and good-natured than Steve and Tora, who are really petty.

basically the caretaker of her friends, they go to her for advice, and she has to remind them to not do stupid shit.

usually shes the only sane man. but occasionally acts deranged. examples:

crazy determination, as previously stated

represses so much shit, to focus on fighting for the greater good

lowkey kind of a gun nut

every once in a while, the tables turn, and she does some stupid shit herself. and her friends have to step in for her. because thats what she did for them

attracted to stupid people

part of her arc is figuring out that her current boyfriend isn't right for her, and breaking up, and then getting a girlfriend.

so. much. angst.

i want her to be able to relax in the post canon. actually i want everyone to relax post canon. i think after you save an alternate version of earth, u should get paid at least enough to retire forever. i want them to be happy

also, if possible, id like to flesh out "Dale" more, and give him a different name. i want to also flesh out the other minor characters in hexagon. so far Dr. Moss, Terry, and Charlie all have their own toyhouse pages, but i have other vague ideas for background characters that i wanna make more concrete eventually.

anyway outside of hexagon, some other characters that should probably get fleshed out more:

the various ocs that i posted about on Day 2

Petra - shes part of her own fantasy world that i made ages ago but mostly forgot about

space robots - i love these guys so much!!! i feel like i should make a secret third space robot, like a dog that represents twilight

literally every other character in the untitled robot game (i ran out of character ideas)

since the alien cats are loosely based off of scientology lore. i think it would also be funny to base some of the robots off of lesswrong and e/acc ideas. im sorry, but cults have the best scifi worldbuilding.

ok but this is a bit of a random tangent but: scientology lore, especially the Xenu story, talks about powerful alien organizations that use psychological manipulation to oppress people. the church of scientology portrays itself as being the opposite of these organizations, but someone who is anti-scientology could also write about these organizations to make them allegories for the church. on a similar note you could also use the paperclip maximizer as a metaphor for big tech corporations that waste resources and hurt the environment. or use the ai box thought experiment as a metaphor for charismatic cult leaders.

also since my MCs are based off of vocaloids. i do plan to use vocaloid characters as inspo for some of the other characters, but not completely.

OCtober is by @bweirdart

(ps: i had a thing for day 3 all written out beforehand, but i forgot to post it cause i was so busy with schoolwork, so its under the cut)

OCtober 2024 Day 3: Old OC

technically i don't know who my oldest oc is, because ive literally been making up little guys in my head ever since I was capable of forming memories. but heres some honorable mentions:

when i was in ~5th grade i was obsessed with dragons, so i bugged my mom to sew me a dragon hoodie for halloween, and she did, and i had lots of fun. the dragon hoodie was so cool that in my head, i invented a story about girls wearing magical dragon & unicorn pajamas that turned them into those creatures in another world or something, i forget most of the details tho.

one time i was walking around the playground and talking to myself. and i came up with a story about dragon people living in this isolated town where nobody was allowed to leave. the town was ruled by this dragon named "Firelord" and it was surrounded by this huge ring of fire. some dragon kids escaped though, to figure out what was actually going on.

it turned out that Firelord was one of four quadruplets with magical powers, they were Earthlord, Waterlord, Firelord, and Airlord. but they had an evil younger brother named Hypnolord, who wanted to take over the world, and had everyone trapped in his evil skyscraper prison. So Firelord made the town where nobody is allowed to leave, to protect everybody. fortunately the dragon kids defeated Hypnolord, and saved the day.

i was really into legos and dragons. so for my birthday my mom went on ebay and bought a bunch of the baby norbert lego figure in different colors. while listening to music i imagined them in music videos in my head, eventually each figure had like. its own personality.

also when lego elves came out, i bought all of the lego elves dragon sets. and each of those baby dragons also got their own personality too.

I had this oc Max, who was a stupid teenage boy, and his little sister Megan was like this child genius. originally Max was supposed to be super depressed and edgy, but eventually evolved to be totally different.

Max and Meg weren't actually related. they were adopted by a talking cat that was their dad. the cat was british

also sometimes Megan had this other friend who was a child serial killer. she had the same black hat as that one xkcd character that has that hat, becuase theyre both eeeeevil.

i drew so much fanart of them, i cringe to remember what my art style was like then   

you can probably tell that i liked dragons as a child

[frayed-symphony]

Since Twitter might not be a thing for much longer I wanted to move the trivia threads for my picture books to tumblr.

OC lore dump and sketches for my first self-published picture book Hurricane Lane under the cut;

The number one thing I'm worried about is people thinking my book is related to the hurricane of the same name. I wrote this in 2010-2011 which predates it and the title is meant to convey Amelia's life in her suburban town and how she views it more dramatically then it is.

The name was also inspired by this beautiful song by The Hush Sound which I was listening to a lot whilst concepting and really influenced aesthetics (more subdued colour, the inclusion of the piano being an important story point etc).

I started getting interested in children's illustration when I saw the Penguin Design Competition advertised at my uni in 2010. I didn't make the cut but figured I'd go ahead and finish my book anyway because at that point I was invested in my story and wanted to complete it.

The contest called for an ebook with interactive pages so I made Hurricane Lane have seven special pages of  'wonders' Amelia finds throughout her story. Unfortunately with flash player gone the interactions don't play but they're still found online here;

I based Amelia's design on a Mii I had made which was supposed to represent a human Pikachu. You can see the Mii on the bottom left here. I really liked how it looked and she gradually evolved into what she is today.

Initially the dinosaur suit that her brother has was going to be worn by Amelia but I preferred her without it and thus Bailey was born. The dinosaur itself was based on a purple stegosaurus keyring I had when I was younger and loved even though I had no keys at the time.

Here are some more initial outfit designs for Amelia but in the end I went with the one on the right, inspired by Miku Hatsune's 'Out and About' module from Project Diva.

The family's father Rupert was partly based on my own dad (definitely the dress sense) but in 2010 I was also really obsessed with the BBC show Merlin and may have tried to age up Colin Morgan a bit to make this character.

The mother's design was a little based on my own Mother's and a little the title character of the film Amelié (she evolved beyond this quite early so there's not too striking a resemblence). I was also obsessed with the music in that film which inspired this book a lot.

I kept it vague whether she worked at the hospital or was staying there as a patient because at the time I had an idea for an overarching narrative where the families of Hurricane Lane and 256 Postcards Ago meet. This didn't pan out so feel free to have your own interpretation.

Here's some initial concepts of the logo which I was mostly scribbling during my Uni classes.

One more random tidbit is that I based the background of their journey home from the Toad's Turnpike track in Mario Kart 64. I really loved that game and it holds a lot of childhood memories for me so the nostalgia felt fitting. Maybe that's too weird to mention!

Towards the end I was concepting the protagonists of Hurricane Lane and 256 Postcards Ago meeting in a connecting rpgmaker game but sadly that never came to be. I'll talk about it more in my thread for the next book though!

I also made a little soundtrack for my book here

1) Kiara 2) Cornflake Girl 3) Indaco 4) La Valse D'Amelie 5) 春よ、来い (kites) 6) The Heart Asks Pleasure First 7) Lotus (dragon hunters) 8) Nightbook 9) Reverie 10) Hurricane

I listened to these songs a lot while reading and the final track inspired the title.

And final last tidbit- Hurricane Lane takes place in my childhood hometown. It doesn't have too many standout locations but I took photos for background references and anyone who lives there may recognize the small nods to it.

(Almost forgot links to where you can read my book) Amazon paperback; https://amazon.com/dp/1475009097 eBook; https://frayedsymphony.gumroad.com/l/LuNug

Thanks for reading!