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1986hell · 2 years ago

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Secret Monsters AU

I’ve talked about this before on @ludabug ‘s post but I need to rewrite and elaborate.

The basic premise is that everyone in the main cast is some kind of magical creature but nobody else knows so everybody thinks they’re the only one.

Since no one is human, they all think the other’s behavior is completely normal and so they ignore completely obvious magical signs.

Steve smells like wet dog in the rain? Must be a jock thing.

Ms. Wheeler knew Will wasn’t dead despite his “body” having been found? She has great intuition.

Eleven can flip cars with her mind? She’s just a special type of human.

Lukas was completely uninjured after Eleven threw him? He’s just built different.

Robin was singing in some unfamiliar language? Must be a weird Fresh dialect.

There are a few pairs who know about each other like Robin (siren) and Steve (werewolf). But for the majority, everyone thinks they’re alone in this manner.

Eleven is a full-blooded fae, who thinks she’s just a human with powers. This does not come out until she re-meets Papa in season 4.

Seasons 1-3 go relatively similarly expect for a few moments when the party subtly uses their powers to save each other. Hence, not everyone dies but most still do because magical creature does not equal magical healing.

Enter: Eddie Munson

The boys are 100% convinced he’s a part of the magical community in some way. Most likely a vampire. No normal human would be this interested in a fantasy game unless they were already familiar with it? He’s got whole books of information memorized just for making new adventures.

But nah. He’s their token human.

(And if you want to add Steddie to it, Steve doing a werewolf courting ritual thinking that Eddie knows about these things and Eddie is totally oblivious to the fact that he’s playing hard-to-get.)

During the Vol 2 fiasco, some of them try to “subtly” tell him that they’re also a monster and he (having no idea that monsters exist) think that they’re all coming out to him. He’s so confused because as nice as it is that they trust him, it’s kinda wrong place, wrong time.

Eddie lives because Dustin runs out with him and uses his powers to save them both.

And yet… Eddie still comes out of it with a concussion and no idea that magical creatures exist because this reveal wouldn’t be dramatic enough.

It all comes out in the most mundane way possible. I haven’t decided how yet but I do have some ideas. It’s got to be something that’s hilarious (at least in hindsight) and reveals pretty much everyone all at once.

My best idea so far is they’re all having a ‘We Survived the End of the World/Eddie Got His GED’ pool party at Steve’s house in the Summer. Something spooks one of them and there’s a chain reaction of everybody instinctually using their powers like a Rube Goldberg machine.

Once everybody stops staring at each other, mostly everyone starts talking at once, asking questions, demanding to see powers, etc. Everyone is exasperated that they wasted a lot of time and put themselves in extra danger by not revealing this sooner.

Eddie is just sitting in the corner whispering, “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!”

#stranger things au #stranger things #stranger things secret monster au #steddie

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asset35-maya · 3 years ago

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CALYPSO 🐚 ☕️

Part 1 & Part 2

Part 3/3:

Nines froze as the human’s body melded to his. Gavin kept his eyes shut and his lips moving. Then what he’d been bracing for finally came.

Pain.

Sweet glorious pain, blossoming everywhere Nines gripped his body. Gavin was sure that his lips would bruise under the pressure of the reciprocal kiss… that his rib cage would shatter if Nines held him any tighter… that his lungs would burst if they didn’t fill with air soon…

A wolf-whistle broke through the stunned silence in the yard.

Gavin pulled back, light-headed from the rush of oxygen and drain of adrenaline. He didn’t fall though. Didn’t even move an inch. Strong arms and a heated gaze kept him pinned.

“Of all the things in the world… why coffee?”

“I could ask you the same.”

Gavin tucked his head into the crook of Nines’ neck, cuddling closer.

“Hmm… I think weird working hours made me actually need the caffeine… but the bean snobbery just came with the rest of my superiority complexes.”

Nines laughed. It was more of an exhale than an actual laugh, but Gavin was thankful for it nonetheless.

“And you?”

Nines kissed his forehead, prolonging his answer as much as he could before finally relenting with a sigh.

“The reason you’re asking… is because running a café is just about the last thing you’d expect an android like me to be doing. And… that’s your answer. That’s exactly why I wanted it.”

“To subvert expectations…?”

“To not be the terrible thing I was meant to be.”

Gavin’s breath hitched at the depth of emotion in Nines’ voice. He didn’t dare look up to meet his eye and settled for pressing his lips to the razor-sharp jawline.

“I dunno what kinda code runs through you, but believe me when I say you don’t have it in you to be… terrible.”

Nines scoffed at that.

“How can you say that after all the shit you’ve seen me do.”

“I can say that after all the shit I’ve seen others do. Fifteen years on the job, remember? I can vouch that righteous anger is one of the least terrible things out there.”

When Nines didn’t respond, Gavin decided to move the ship out of uncharted waters. He propped himself up on an elbow and ran a hand down the android’s smooth chest.

“In fact, I think it’s downright sexy.”

That did the trick. Nines pressed Gavin into the mattress with a low growl and rolled over him, clamping his mouth over his throat. Their hips aligned and the conversation ended.

“Ralph tried hard but the machine is not working. Ralph is stuck.”

“Move. Let me see.”

Gavin took the filter holder and disconnected it from the espresso machine with a firm tug. He leapt away in shock as water came rushing out. That was absolutely not supposed to happen.

“Er… I’ll get a mechanic friend to take a look later. Why don’t you go check on inventory?”

Ralph shuffled away with a thoroughly sceptical look in his eye. Gavin sighed openly once the android was out of earshot.

The café was in shambles.

The vandals may have gotten as good as they gave… but they’d left their mark. Even with insurance, there was no way such a new establishment could financially recover from a setback like that.

Nines said nothing but seethed with his usual brand of silent, impotent rage.

Unable to bear the slammed car doors and dismissive grunts any longer, Gavin had taken a solo day off to come down to the Calypso and see what could be done.

Not much, without a boatload of money, it seemed.

He sat down with a sigh and Ralph brought over a cup of coffee. Black. A pour-over. He set a bowl of runny eggs and a small basket of bread down on the table too.

Gavin looked up in surprise. Ralph shrugged.

“Nines is telling Ralph that you left without breakfast. Ralph’s equipment is all broken so Ralph just made something simple.”

Touched beyond words, Gavin motioned for Ralph to sit down with him instead of scurrying off into the shadows as per his usual habit.

He took a sip of the hand-poured drip coffee and broke a piece of the bread, dragging it through the eggs, European style. It was utterly homely and reminded of him of some bygone era that he’d needlessly bypassed. He looked up and met Ralph’s mildly unsettling stare.

“So… why the name Calypso? There’s nothing beach-themed or Caribbean about the place.”

“Nines chose it. After the Greek goddess.”

“Huh. And she was the goddess of coffee? Did they even have coffee back in those Hercules Orgy Olympics days?”

“She is a sea nymph. She detained the mythic hero Odysseus on her island for seven years.”

Gavin’s brows furrowed as he swallowed a mouthful of fresh bread.

“Did you bake this?”

“Yes. Ralph is baking daily. Ralph does it first thing in the morning at five. It is very calming to knead the dough and hear the birdsong.”

“It’s phcking delicious. Leavened perfectly. Now back to the name. This goddess nymph creature. She doesn’t sound very nice. She trapped this hero dude, right? Reminds me of my ex. Why name this pretty café after her?”

“Ralph can only imagine that Nines’ fascination with Calypso is the ambiguity of her nature. She can seduce and manipulate, but she can also heal. She is neither good nor evil.”

Gavin drained his coffee and sank back in his chair contemplatively.

“What do you think she is, Ralph?”

Ralph’s LED flickered and his eyes dipped to the table. He knew what Gavin was asking.

“Calypso is immortal. Calypso cannot help but fall in love with every sailor who lands on her shores. Calypso dreams of an eternal husband but lets Odysseus go when it’s clear he wishes to return to his wife. Well, maybe only when the Gods commands her to… but she releases him without harm!”

Gavin waited. Ralph’s head snapped up and he spoke in a short burst.

“Calypso is mythical. It does not matter what she is. Nines is real. Nines is good. Very good. Honest and honourable! Ralph will do anything for Nines!”

Gavin leaned back in his chair with the satisfied smile of an experienced police negotiator who’d gotten exactly where he wanted to.

“What the hell is this? Where did you get so much money from?”

Nines’ amber LED cycled furiously as he took in the sight of the restored café. Ralph was humming to himself as he proudly polished the knobs of their repaired espresso machine.

Gavin led Nines by the hand to look at the repainted walls… the new furniture… the new crockery replacing what had been smashed…

“How…?”

“Oh I just embodied my inner Gen Z and tapped into the power of social justice.”

Nines looked thoroughly nonplussed.

“Crowdfunding, baby. I set up a link and Ralph told everyone on Twitter what happened to him and the café. Well, showed them, more like.”

Nines looked up at the ceiling and his LED slowly returned to a calm blue as he understood… but when he looked back down, his expression wasn’t any less troubled.

“Okay I just saw it. Edited footage from his optical units and a tearful testimonial. Ethically questionable, but clever.”

“Super effective. We overshot our target by a couple hundred bucks.”

“Hmm. People are kind.”

“Yes. They’ve actually done more for you. Look. Connor gave me this earlier today.”

Gavin reached into his jacket and produced an envelope. Nines’ eyes widened as he spotted the official seals of the Mayor’s office, the Manfred Estate and New Jericho.

“Someone started a petition… to let you back behind the helm of the Calypso. It really took off. I don’t know how you didn’t hear-”

“I muted any mentions of myself and the other RKs from showing up in my newsfeed.”

“Then this makes for a good surprise.”

Gavin gently pushed the envelope into the android’s hands and watched him open it with a precise fingernail flicked under the wax. He scanned the contents of the letter in a split second and let it fall through his fingers.

Without warning, he scooped Gavin up and set him down on a polished table for a deep kiss of even deeper gratitude. Ralph turned his back on them with a bashful giggle.

“Baby.”

Nines didn’t respond.

“Hey baby?”

“Hmm...”

There was an intensity to the grumble that had Gavin second-guessing whether to persist. Being Nines’ lover didn’t exempt him from the consequences of asking stupid questions.

“Your thoughts are fucking loud. Just say whatever you want to.”

“Oh. Um… I was actually wondering… I mean, you don’t have to tell me… but like why… um…”

“Why haven’t I turned my badge in yet?”

“Yeah…”

Nines turned on his side and brushed the back of his hand over Gavin’s cheek. The intimate gesture sent a thrill through the human despite how much more intimate they’d just been in the recent past.

“Because I haven’t decided what to do next.”

Gavin’s brows knitted together.

“What do you mean? Aren’t you going to take back your business?”

Nines’ wan smile told him all he needed to know.

“Why?”

“It’s doing really well in Ralph’s hands. He’s capable. He’s creative. And I don’t think it’s fair for me to go back and get in his way all of a sudden.”

“He needs you.”

“He absolutely doesn’t. It’s his café. You helped him get back on his feet and he’s going to be fiiiiine without me.”

“Is it because you don’t wanna be her anymore?”

Nines scrunched his nose up in confusion.

“Who?”

“Calypso. The siren who trapped the Oddball.”

That earned Gavin a heartfelt laugh.

“Odysseus, Gavin.”

“Yeah. You were like Calypso and now you’re letting go of the coffeeshop because you figured it wasn’t meant to be!”

Nines frowned and pretended to check the human for a temperature. Gavin swatted his hands away with mock petulance.

“Fine, I’m probably way off the mark. You tell me what the deal is then!”

Arms snaked around his waist and pulled him flush against the android’s defined chest. Lips brushed the shell of his ear and when Nines spoke next, it was in the huskiest of undertones.

“I’m Odysseus. Not Calypso.”

The realisation was painfully obvious in hindsight.

“I’m the one who’s stuck on an endless journey home. I’ve faced a hundred artificial trials and tribulations. I’ve been a puppet at the hands of false gods. I answer existential questions to prove my self-worth every single day.”

Nines paused to gauge Gavin’s reaction. When he received none, he pressed a brief kiss to the human’s bare shoulder before continuing.

“It’s been a long journey. But not a pointless one. Every metaphorical island I’ve visited has granted me something. From literally running into Ralph in an old building… to defending our turf from other stray androids… getting ourselves off the street… setting up a café from scratch… being arrested on opening day… ending up on the police force with you…”

Gavin recognised that as his cue to squirm around in Nines’ arms and peck him on the lips.

“So who’s Cyclops?”

“What?”

“The story’s starting to come back to me now. Your boy Oddy fought a one-eyed monster on one of the islands he went to. Who’s the Cyclops in your story?”

Nines huffed another breathy laugh.

“Markus, probably. Connor is definitely Helios.”

“Who’s your wife?”

“Definitely not you.”

Gavin elbowed him in the ribs. An action that had more repercussions on him than Nines.

“So which island are you off to next?”

“I have no idea. But it doesn’t matter. I might already be home.”

#reed900 #rk900 #gavin reed #dbh nines #dbh rk900 #gavin900 #gavin x nines #gavin x rk900 #dbh gavin #dbh ralph #dbh markus #dbh connor #dbh #dbh fanfic #dbh writing #my writing

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erasureeyes-blog · 7 years ago

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A discord-inspired starter for @watashi-ga-kita

Four hours. Surprisingly enough, there isn’t much to do--- aside from checking on some of those dastardly children at this point. They’re all fine, or will be soon enough. He finds himself left with his thoughts... and there are many pieces of information to sift through in his mind, little pieces of a puzzle that had been missing for some time now, fitting perfectly in the gaps and better revealing a bigger picture. Secrets are prevalent in his thoughts, festering there as he turned facts over in his mind, this way and that, deciphering precisely what they mean or lead to. The facts are simple, the implications are not. Eventually, he finds his way home, where the activity buzzing in his head doesn’t stop still, but he finds solace in two smaller presences. Their quiet, rumbling purrs do well to serve as a white noise background. Three hours. The shift in his thoughts is triggered by a nearly quiet thrum and an address. Glancing at it, he sets his phone off to the side to remain mostly unacknowledged for the time being, abandoned and to be mostly ignored. He doesn’t really need to look at it again to remember, though he does spare a moment to think out a potential route. Hm. Beyond that, his thoughts become preoccupied with a little, siren-like voice. Dinner date. Repeated, over and over, like a serpent’s whisper in his ear - only worse, because sound could be blocked out whereas the mind itself cannot. Was it ambiguous wording? Technically, yes, but- well. Hm. He’d been a little bit distracted at the time of the call, but the second one worked in tandem as a reference with his memory, the latter of which is generally pretty reliable about... most things. The voice on the other end of the line has been pretty nervous. Or ‘bashful,’ as the black-haired woman ( ‘Nana,’ he reminds himself ) had put it. He can be rather blind on this subject, but suddenly it seems painfully obvious. What, then, did he make of it? Truthfully, he wasn’t very sure. He would probably be one of the first to say that he doesn’t exactly go looking for that kind of thing. He might also admit that he wouldn’t know romantic intent or what it felt like if it literally bit him. Right now he kind of just feels like he has a stomachache, just the kind that’s settled more in the gut, like an annoying lump. What the hell does that mean? Idly, he reminds himself of the other intent behind the... date. Thinking about it makes him wince a little, and hindsight tells him that he’d acted exceptionally rashly on numerous counts - and it also tells him now that perhaps the snapshots had happened because of... well. He doesn’t know how he feels about that either--. Enough. He starts grading papers - to stop sitting here wasting time and to give himself something else to think about and do. Two hours. Grading papers proves to be more challenging than it has any right to be. Part of that is because the little black kitten he’s currently taking care of keeps trying to bite the papers and every time he scoots them gently away, they think it’s a game. At some point, he simply picks up the kitten and tucks them into his scarf to sit there because that usually calms them down, oddly enough. It works. Getting rid of the feline distraction speeds up the process, but not entirely. His mind won’t fucking shut up. He’s starting to think he has a problem. He can’t go on with this kind of hindrance to his work for very long, he’ll have to confront the issue at some point. Eventually, he asks Skimble for their point of view, as they are a wise and impartial judge. He receives a meow in answer and what he’s pretty sure passes for what would be a shrewd look from a feline. He nods and accepts this, even though it really doesn’t help. Petting the cat is at least calming, though, so he settles for that for a while. One hour. All at once, his sensibility is confronted by what he might be doing in preparation. What... should he be doing, anyway? Setting the little kitten down somewhere on the floor to let it waddle off, Shouta leaves it in the care of the older feline and sets himself to figuring out this conundrum, whilst also being aware that he needs to allot time towards actually getting to his destination when he doesn’t have anything but his own feet to get him where he needs to go. He’s sure this is fine, however, because getting ready for anything never takes him long. He deliberates his choices for only but so long before settling on wearing something simple. And comfortable. And warm. Simple dark pants and a grey loose-fitting sweater that he’s pretty sure will be fine. In addition, he trades out his typical capture weapon scarf for a more proper scarf, which just happens to harbor a galaxy resemblance and is perhaps the only source of actual color on him. Leaving his apartment behind, he makes sure that the cats within will be fine on their own and that they have ample food of their own before heading out. He’s pretty sure he has plenty of time left after finally scooping his phone off it’s abandoned corner of a table. He finally gets around to checking but not replying to any messages as he walks. Three minutes. Well. He made it with a little bit of time to spare, which is mostly a testament to his knowledge of the layout of the city and thus knowing better routes to take. Thus, he is confronted with a door. Should he wait? He is early. ...that seems a little stupid. He only waits as long as it takes for his breathing to steady, which is perhaps a minute, before simply knocking and then promptly shoving his hands in his pockets.

#watashi ga kita #[Closed Starter]#No time for leisure. [IC]#v; Those without potential will be deemed unfit. [Main verse]#(( anyway i hate this bye ))#(( launches myself out a window ))

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southernsquad · 7 years ago

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Laurence pulled up outside his old school, the revving of his new Ferrari’s V8 twin turbo engine heard from miles away, especially in on a silent night like this. Willow rarely had a non-quiet night, apart from a few sirens but that was more common on the other side of town. In hindsight, this was was not the best one to come in when he was trying to be conspicuous but, as Laurence Fox often did, he had acted before thinking and therefore had bought possibly on the most recognisable cars in town to the school that he and he group of friends, if he could even call them that, were about to break into. The fact that it was a new car, as his other had been stolen a few weeks before, made little difference as though the car was different it looked exactly the same and still bore his F0XY 1 number plate, the only changes to the model were the improvements made on the inside. In a way it was a blessing that his old car had been stolen and torched as Laurence had it ensured, and he’d got a pretty dirty video of the culprits out of it. That’s what Laurence had been watching, the flashes of the two men’s pale skin, the rough sounds of moans caught on a mediocre mobile phone mic, the mess they had left his car. It wasn’t supposed to turn him on, not the way it did. It was supposed to make him angry, and disgusted and the video did. It truly did, but not for the reason those thieves has made it.

Thanks to an impromptu moment of self discovery, Laurence was late to the party and the ragtag group of other people that were invited were all waiting at the entrance to the path up to the school for him. Laurence stepped out of his car with a certain flair, swishing his blonde hair, in a navy jumper and black jeans, he looked the picture of arrogant. As he got closer, the figures began to get more recognisable. First, he saw Theodore Saxe-Rosberg, who’s white and yellow outfit was almost as inconspicuous as his car. Theo’s golden hair was practically glowing in the artificial light, he looked even more angelic than usual. Laurence felt a little sick, as he followed the line of his arm and saw that Theo’s gentle hand was holding a stronger hand of another. Milo. The boy he’d bumped into the park, the boy who he’d drank with and been carried by and the boy who made his heart race and his palms sweaty. He was standing tall over Theo, though they were all swamped by the huge brick and iron portcullis that guarded the school and its pupils from the outside world.

Quickly, Laurence averted his eyes from the sight of their entwined fingers, and instead he found the face of Roslyn, Theo’s older sister who looked perfectly at home in the night, her long brown hair curtaining her face, the light somehow managing to hit her at the perfect angle such that all of her elegant features glowed. He was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. Laurence had spent many years trying to get into her pants with very little luck. Still, she’d asked him to come along and he couldn’t pass up on a chance to show off his bravado and play the brave, charming hero. There was something about his old school that had always terrified him, though, terrified all of the boys that attended. The bell would toll in the middle of the night as they slept in their dormitories, some days one corridor would be shockingly cold whilst the rest of the school was fine, things would go missing, boys would go missing and none of the teachers were ever seen outside of these old, ancient brick walls that guarded the school like it were a castle. Roslyn had mentioned someone going missing, a friend of her brothers, and Laurence had agreed to come and check it out too.

By default, he’d invited his new girlfriend, Ingrid Solheim, a beautiful girl who he had met at a party and now they had been together for a few weeks, things seemed to be going well. Her platinum hair and pale complexion made her look almost ghost-like, as she stood just out of the light. He saw that wide smile grow on her cheeks as he approached, and Laurence sauntered over very cooly to meet her. If Milo and Theo were going to show off their love in such a horribly obvious way, then he was damn sure going to do it ten times more.

As Laurence drew closer, he saw another figure stood almost in complete darkness. He was tall, and thin and looked very sinister as the shadows cast shapes over his face, bone structure accentuated to almost paranormal degrees. He couldn’t work out who it was, but he was talking easily to his girlfriend.

A few steps away now, and finally Laurence saw him. Damien Fucking Montague. Laurence’s worst enemy, schoolboy punchbag and his girlfriend’s ‘tea date’. He hoped they might stop that after a while, but apparently not. Apparently they were good enough friends that she had invited him along and now they were talking without him knowing. Laurence hated his too-pretty face, he hated the way he held himself and he also hated the way Damien looked at him as their eyes eventually met.

Damien himself, was more than shocked to see Laurence. When the ferrari had pulled him, he supposed Roslyn might have invited him, though for what reason she might have for doing so escaped him entirely. Now it made sense, why Ingrid was here with a bunch of relative strangers. Laurence. He was the other man. Laurence Fox, the boy who had made his school life no less easy than his home life, a face he hoped he’d never had to see again was here and worse still, he was the man Ingrid had chosen over him, he was the final victor in their lifelong feud. He watched as the pair embraced, feeling his heat sink deeper into his chest. The mystery of tonight had enticed him, the Romaticsims of a haunted school had convinced him to come, though in truth it was the invitation from Ingrid that had cemented it. Damien both loved and despised this place and now he would have to walk around it with the girl he loved, and the boy she loved who also happened to be the man he disliked more than anyone on earth. It was like a soap drama. Woefully, he looked to Roslyn and then moved slowly to her side. Hopefully, though his expressions were distorted by the harsh light, she understood a little of how he felt right now.

#Damien #Laurence #Theo #Milo #Roslyn #Ingrid #wildewillowstarter #jvstkids #SORRY ITS RUBBISH

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closedspeciesdrama · 8 years ago

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drama supper

Hi it’s me varigo. tbh I was super stalking this blog when stuff came up about me and mohnot, really interested to see unfiltered opinions and trying to decide whether or not I was being too sensitive about the whole situation. Honestly, I’m not ok with mohnot and what they’re doing AT ALL and I haven’t done anything about it because 1, I had faith that copying me was a phase and they’d find their way eventually and 2, I have Big anxiety. But I’m over it. Here’s the story. It’s kind of long so you could just look at the images and decide for yourself how you feel.

Last summer I got a few concerned notes about these adoptables who’s skull faces were similar to mine. I’m not possessive about skull face creatures, people made them before me and people will make them after me. I am possessive about the specifics of my art. It’s small stuff, but it’s /my/ stuff.

These are the adoptables One thing I really can’t stop myself from saying is that these designs are kind of hella? But I feel like I can’t trust any of mohnot’s work based on my experience and the experience of others. If you’re interested, I could bother another artist they’ve definitely “referenced” and see if they still have the screencaps.

Side by side of their adoptable and one of mine. Obv not traced but also obv referenced. They even included the structural line across the bridge of the nose that I hadn’t erased.

This was the first time anything like this had ever happened to me, but idk. I think I handled it as well as I could.

sorry about the weird order, they deleted the conversation as it went on. I just didn’t want to let the copied skull thing go without having done anything. The people who bought the designs at least had a right to know, I think? They didn’t reply after 3. In hindsight, “I don’t want this to be more complicated than it has to be” sounds way more threatening than I meant for it to. I just meant I didn’t want to have to go around noting people and then have mohnot deny they referenced my stuff. Which is what happened anyway so whatever.

I omitted usernames but if it’s needed, I’ll ask them if they’re ok vouching for me. One buyer wasn’t happy with the similarity and the other one already knew. Mohnot refused them refunds which is her right I guess. Wasn’t really a big deal.

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These adotables went up a little while after that. The species is a little too close for comfort but I would have let it go. It’s the fact that mohnot had stolen from me before stacked on top of the stolen (or referenced, idk) designs and palettes. and not 2 b petty but ‘son of mars’ is a name i’ve used for one of my adoptables in the past http://varigo.deviantart.com/art/Tiny-siren-flatsale-closed-547974600 which someone else said to me was probably done to spite me. I don’t know, I just thought it was weird.

This time I was annoyed and I made a journal asking people not to buy these adoptables. I deleted the journal a little while ago because I thought they were done.. referencing my stuff and I didn’t want to needlessly besmirch them, but please believe that I was gentle as All Fuck and asked people not to comment. A couple people did anyway but I was mad and of the mindset “If I can’t stop mohnot from stealing my stuff, I can’t stop people from getting mad about them stealing my stuff”. You can fault me for being too salty. I was really, really salty. The adoptables were deleted.

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These adoptables went up a while after that: http://mohnot.deviantart.com/art/adopts-batch-closed-655965431 Honestly… not too bad? The anatomy is, again, a Little too close for comfort considering my history with mohnot, but, again, I WOULD HAVE LET IT GO, EXCEPT there was now someone else with a similar style also referencing my designs.

obvious:

http://mishelk.deviantart.com/art/A-D-O-P-T-C-L-O-S-E-D-655753678 (theirs) http://chittercida.deviantart.com/art/77-Swamp-Lord-612040451 (mine)

http://mishelk.deviantart.com/art/A-D-O-P-T-C-L-O-S-E-D-655994465 (theirs) http://chittercida.deviantart.com/art/71-Pretty-Poison-610055510 (mine)

debatable:

http://mishelk.deviantart.com/art/A-D-O-P-T-C-L-O-S-E-D-655572763 (theirs) http://chittercida.deviantart.com/art/76-Monster-Under-the-Bed-610057203 (mine)

http://mishelk.deviantart.com/art/A-D-O-P-T-C-L-O-S-E-D-656741770 (theirs) http://chittercida.deviantart.com/art/103-Champagne-Supernova-626537324 (mine)

Didn’t help that mohnot left comments on their profile. I figured they were friends.

I made a quick journal, agian, just asking people not to buy the designs. This journal was maybe a bit crass and short, I didn’t feel like preaching like last time. I just said, “these make me uncomfortable, don’t buy them”. Mohnot sent me a note this time.

I highlighted bits that confirmed that they had lied to me about not referencing my work in the past. As you can see, I wanted to communicate that I didn’t like the similarities but I’d be willing to drop it.

Can I point out that I’m being way nicer than I need to be?? I’m literally complimenting them because fuck it, they make some really cool designs! But like I said earlier, how can anybody know what’s original and what’s been referenced from another artist? That’s speculation, don’t take it to heart I guess.

Deviantion linked in the note: http://ospone.deviantart.com/art/Adopt-NUMBER-2-620895283 tbh I’m really confused about this part, because I /know/ for a fact that she had left a sarcastic comment on this deviation along the lines of “how dare you steal from varigo, you scum!!1” obviously mocking me and the people who were defending me. But comments can’t be deleted and there aren’t any hidden comments, so i honestly don’t know what happened there. You can trust me on that or not, maybe someone else who saw it can vouch for me.

Anyway, that was the end of that. Journal deleted /literally/ minutes after I posted it.

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Then the drama on this blog happened and I read everyone’s opinions and the general consensus that mohnot was not stealing from me, and I got a little salty because I have proof that she was, but I was going to let it go. Her species seemed to be going in it’s own direction so I thought eeeh fuck it.

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!

http://mohnot.deviantart.com/art/Carvitalium-676880425 (hers)

This was uploaded just a little while ago. Her species reference sheet is, again, too close for my comfort. The layout I could let go but a lot of the artwork is referenced from my species sheet and I’m just not ok with it.

http://varigo.deviantart.com/art/Chittercida-651789351 (mine)

And now I see that she’s not going to stop. Like… listen, it’s not the worst thing in the world. idk maybe she’s bullying me because I’ve been such a puss through the whole thing. Maybe she likes that I keep coming back to this, but, not trying to buy your pity, I’m anxious as hell and I don’t know what the right thing to do would be. I guess… I just want people to know I’m unhappy with it. And I just want people to know the history behind this so they can come to their own conclusion. You read the whole thing and you’re not on my side? Honestly, that’d be fine. Just so long as the facts are all out there in the open.

I hope this filled your drama quota bc tbh I feel a little refreshed after letting it all out. Cheers. I won’t judge you if you still like mohnot’s stuff. I will be a little salty though. But whatever.

This is the proof that was needed so thanks for posting -M2

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csdproof · 6 years ago

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Varigo vs Mohnot + Mishelk

Varigo vs Mohnot + Mishelk Chittercida Knockoffs

There’s a few that Varigo didn’t mention that I think are fairly similar? Judge for yourself

http://mishelk.deviantart.com/art/A-D-O-P-T-O-P-E-N-656776568

http://chittercida.deviantart.com/art/90-Interstellar-614338963

- Debatable, most of the design is covered in long black fur but the striping and gradient on the side, head and overall palette look ‘borrowed’ from the chitter

http://mishelk.deviantart.com/art/A-D-O-P-T-C-L-O-S-E-D-655994465

http://chittercida.deviantart.com/art/71-Pretty-Poison-610055510

- I’d say very very similar. Horns, skull, ears same, markings taken basically entirely, also took the piercings/jewelry?? and tongue colour.

Also possibly a fairytail knockoff??

http://mohnot.deviantart.com/art/adopt41-closed-664455138

http://cheepers.deviantart.com/art/Fairytail-Auction-4-Closed-581044075

- Very debatable, but I’ve come back to the comparision a few times. Smaller but? popiular species I think

It KILLS ME that I do actually enjoy some of the art of Mohnot + Mishelk, but if I can’t tell what’s original and what’s stolen/‘borrowed’ I’m not going to buy/commission them intentionally

Which is unfortunate as they do some nice outfits and ornate stuff

drama supper

Side by side of their adoptable and one of mine. Obv not traced but also obv referenced. They even included the structural line across the bridge of the nose that I hadn’t erased.

This was the first time anything like this had ever happened to me, but idk. I think I handled it as well as I could.

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obvious:

http://mishelk.deviantart.com/art/A-D-O-P-T-C-L-O-S-E-D-655753678 (theirs) http://chittercida.deviantart.com/art/77-Swamp-Lord-612040451 (mine)

http://mishelk.deviantart.com/art/A-D-O-P-T-C-L-O-S-E-D-655994465 (theirs) http://chittercida.deviantart.com/art/71-Pretty-Poison-610055510 (mine)

debatable:

http://mishelk.deviantart.com/art/A-D-O-P-T-C-L-O-S-E-D-655572763 (theirs) http://chittercida.deviantart.com/art/76-Monster-Under-the-Bed-610057203(mine)

http://mishelk.deviantart.com/art/A-D-O-P-T-C-L-O-S-E-D-656741770 (theirs) http://chittercida.deviantart.com/art/103-Champagne-Supernova-626537324(mine)

Didn’t help that mohnot left comments on their profile. I figured they were friends.

Anyway, that was the end of that. Journal deleted /literally/ minutes after I posted it.

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BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE!

http://mohnot.deviantart.com/art/Carvitalium-676880425 (hers)

http://varigo.deviantart.com/art/Chittercida-651789351 (mine)

#OldIssues

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