#its it clear who my fav oc is?

[neverforgetyou]

hey so uh. hey. so um. hey.

pale by @yuuoseetaastria || vic by @astoryofsuchwoe

[lucabyte]

your ocs!!!!! please ramble about them!!!!

i love your art so much

(GRABS YOU) H. CAN DO BOSS.

So ! My ocs. I guess I'll do an overall explainer for the overall groups. If you check out my Toyhouse (LINK!) there's a bunch of folders up top that are how I categorise them. It's primarily by universe except for the folders that are just "misc."

So folder 1: Blatant favouritism:

These are silly little guys that don't fit in any specific wider universe, but I really really like. So I'll spotlight the two important ones before i get real in the weeds with my main universe.

In here are notably, my Fursona (self explanatory), Ali and Pittsburgh Cincinnati. There's also Hauntkit and Clearpelt who are warriorcats ocs that *is dragged away by airport security*

... So, Pittsburgh, lovingly sometimes called pissbug, is a weird little Thing who I made as like, an homage to characters like happy bunny and Sweetypuss. She (and her weird dog) exist to stand next to strange and offputting captions. I love her. No further context. She's just silly. and violent.

Now. Ali.

Ali Alighieri has thoroughly stolen the show, and also ties into the next folder along, Making Your MK.

With over a hundred extra images compared to second place (Sorry, Tabitha). Ali is my fucked up little scrunkly. My little baby guy. They're a shared character of mine and @samhainian's, and is from their Creature Feature setting (A modern fantasy setting wherein Cryptids and Magic are real but in our modern world.) They are as such, a modern human young adult... Who is also a demon + magic user.

Strange little pansexual altersex genderqueer poetry-nerd that they are... The modern setting also means they are literally just a tumblr user. A fellow countryman, so to speak.

HOWEVER.... Ali's true origin was in *Purrgatorio*, a scrapped visual novel of mine set in the MYMK universe! They were simply retrofitted into CF as the joke with Purrgatorio was that a regular human had mysteriously just shown up in MYMK's pure-furry setting.... And then when we scrapped the project we got all attatched to our little not-so-blank-slate protagonist. But I'll put a pin in Purrgatorio for later.

Making Your MK.

(Guest of honour: My super unfinished website <3)

Okay so here's the big one. The setting with.... (looks at spreadsheet) 109 characters not including so-called incidentals. At time of writing.

MYMK is home to... Multiple stories. As you would hope when a setting has 100+ characters. I'd wager each story has about 10-20 relevant characters tops but with a big shared universe like this there gets to be overlap between casts!!! Yay !!! 😊😊😊

MYMK is the name of the main story in the setting. Pronounced "Making your Mark", it is centered around Markus Felidae (The purple one) and their family. It's very action-adventure-y. It's also the plot I'm most secretive about the backend of since I WILL!!!!! Turn it into a nice prose story with pictures SOMEDAY!!!!! But for now tee hee hee secrets secrets. Markus' family is strange and ragtag and is keeping something from them... I can't ramble on too long here unless further prompted in asks about specifics but!!! Everyone in the MYMK folder has a fully furbished little profile with a blurb about them. So if you're curious....

But yeah, I tend to think of the MYMK setting more in terms of its Locations than its Casts, due to the overlapping nature of them all. The Malbranche may be the villains of the main plot, but they're also major players in relation to The Palsgrave who are the antagonists of Moraine, etc etc,

The country everything in MYMK is set in is called New Orphidian, Southern hemisphere little thing, here's a very cartoony map of it.

Um. Cliffside!

Since it's the best map I have... Here's an exclusive sneak peek of a Zine I'll be getting back to once the fandom brain cools down a bit.... :3c

(... I REALLY NEED TO DO A TOUR AROUND THE MINECRAFT CLIFFSIDE SAM AND I BUILT..... IT'S SO CUTE....)

Cliffside is situated on a big ol' Cliff.

A tiny hamlet of a place, it used to have reason to exist, and now does not. It's not even a good tourist locale, as the cliff is much too dangerous compared to the nicer tourist spot of Welkin just a little north. Not to mention nearby Moraine's allure as a tax haven with no labour laws place where a bunch of TV and Movies are filmed!

It's where most of MYMK's main cast reside (except the antagonists from the Big City Varmonte), and is as such a location I have a lot of tiny little worldbuilding thoughts about :)

I won't go into the other locations here just because then this post will SUPER get away from me but... I think most importantly for Cliffside right now...

Is that it's where Purrgatorio is set. Yes, that VN I said got scrapped. It's not dead. It is in fact serving it's original intended purpose as "A (mostly) noncanon exploration of character voice and setting"

It's back and its prose babeyyyyyyy!!! (A BUNCH OF THE EARLY STUFF IS ME BEING SUPER RUSTY ... BE WARNED)

Purrgatorio is currently the most publicly available coherent work I have out of my ocs! It's very low-stakes and serves mostly to bash my toys together and see what character dynamics come out, but you can look if you want to!

(There's also a whole THING on the meta of its Canonicity... It's not canon, but it's also not NOT canon. But if I talk about Metanarrative Timeline Collapse in my normal mundane non-magic setting im gonna sound bonkers ✌)

Ali's dynamics with the MYMK cast are so goddamn funny to me. Like I literally just handed my OCs some ET shit but ET is a sexually repressed tumblr user with a mood disorder.

But yeah I don't think I can coherently string together much more about MYMK without just actually explaining THE WHOLE PLOT.... Though I will absolutely elaborate on any given character's Whole Deal if i'm prompted. (OH MY GOD I DIDNT EVEN TALK ABOUT CHROME AND TABITHA. WAIT. OKAY THERE'S. OK NO IF I TALKED ABOUT THEM IT'D JUST END UP AN ESSAY ,SORRY..)

So here's some bonafide classic images for the road.

(IF TUMBLR BREAKS THE FORMATTING AND JUST PUTS THESE ONE AFTER THE OTHER INSTEAD OF IN A GRID IM SO SORRY LMAOOOOO)

... And as for the other folders on my toyhouse!

Misc and Fandom are what they sound like. Self explanatory,

Then, Ysden is @samhainian's fantasy setting. It's where our DnD games happen to be set but it's also a general fantasy setting :)

and Monster of the Week... Is currently being revamped! It used to be a modern world setting with hidden magic, now it's going to be more... Adventure Time-y. Fantasy world get iphone. Yknow. It has a lower Age Rating than MYMK's "anything goes", as it started as a Pitch Bible Project in my animation class. They're a little neglected but I still love them :) The revamp is extemely recent and not reflected in any of the art/writing yet but I'm workin on it. It still doesn't have a proper title..... OTL

So yeah!! Uh. This wasn't as comprehensive as I was hoping but it turns out I have way, WAY too many thoughts on my guys. And no idea what to do when im actually asked about them so !!!! This was not a very coherent ramble but it was a ramble !

There's things like essays on Chrome and Tabitha (Link) and also The Queer Gender Identities Of The Whole Cast (Link) hiding around on my toyhouse, and once again, Purrgatorio (Link) serves as my sandbox for playing with how these characters act in situations.

But..... ! I did try to make my toyhouse approachable for the average layman. Every character in the MYMK folder (Link) has a *blurb* of information, rather than a giant wall of text explaining everything about them. I want people to be able to understand their general vibe at a glance rather than be overwhelmed.

In any case ???? Uh. Fun game for everyone: If you know your homestuck classpect, every single MYMK character has a classpect and lunar sway. and a birthday. Try and find your andrew-hussie assigned kin! As a Prospitian Witch of Heart, I share my classpect and lunar sway with Chrome. No I don't know what this means. It worries me honestly he's kind of an asshole.

[baalzebufo]

yippee! more cog ocs!

this is toady, my bossbot. my greaseball

true to his name, hes a huge sycophant. sucks up to anyone important enough to warrant it and is a massive narc on everyone else in the workplace. is at his most confident when standing slightly behind a much larger and scarier cog. generally unpleasant to work with and not very popular in his workplace

he runs a small management firm inside cogs inc (black lotus asset handling) which only employs him. but it sounds better on paper to have a business name to sign under, yknow. hes actually really good when he gets to flex his management and task distribution skills he just rarely gets a chance because hes a pain in the butt to work with

also yes he is my cartoon peter lorre expy so please imagine everything he does with the voice and mannerisms

[webshooterrr9]

merman diary

[TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION. ORIGINAL WRITING IN THE LOCAL LANGUAGE OF THE MERFOLK]

w.c: 0.6k

content warning: none (yet)

Diary Entry - 10/15/24

I swam further from the colony than I should’ve the other day. But I don’t regret it. I moved my way swiftly through the deep sea towards the land. I had never been up there - nor had anyone I knew. Growing up, I heard tales of what happened to us when we made contact with the land. Large, monstrous creatures, with rough hands and jagged teeth, were up there lurking. You could sense them coming; with their loud roars and deadly stench, it was advised to stay as clear away from the dry land as possible - these were not creatures you’d want to meet. I had seen glimpses of these creatures on large vehicles that floated on the surface of the water, cutting through the currents. But the vehicles were far too grand for me to see over the sides - I had only gotten a peek of these barbarians.

However, I’ve always been the curious sort. My peers would describe me as a troublemaker - but mischief was never my passion. I simply wanted to learn, and I see no reason why I shouldn’t. Besides, I know what I’m doing. I’m strong, I can handle myself out there. And yet, no amount of hunting or sparring or exploration could prepare me for what I saw that day.

I encountered an alien. At first, only seeing her top half, I thought she was one of us. A lost mermaid stranded on the beach. I rushed over, ready to warn her of the dangers of the land, of the treacherous monsters that lived up there, until I saw her fully. She was no mermaid, no creature of the sea at all. Rather than a nimble tail, there were two long limbs attached to the bottom of her hips - crossed over each other while she sat. Her skin was a shade somewhere between the most blinding white and purest black - evening out to a beautiful earthy tone in the middle. She was a mix of tans and browns, with her eyes darker than her skin and her hair darker than her eyes. In terms of color, the girl was very plain - but that made her all the more special in my eyes. She looked as if she sprung from the land, letting the soil of the Earth paint her body on her way up from her roots in the ground. Land. Soil. Earth. All things that I had never seen before. Her body was a mix of textures. She had skin like mine, but un-littered with scales that aid a smooth glide through the water. Her hair seemed to be soft like mine as well, but it flowed longer than any hair that sprouted from merfolk heads. And there were accessories on her;  large fabrics made of cotton and leather draped across her frame, shielding most of her body from the surrounding elements. Oh, she was gorgeous, wasn’t she? Truly a remarkable creature. I was so blessed to meet her on that day.

I know I shouldn’t. I know it’s dangerous. But I want to see her again. I know there are evil creatures up there, but she wasn’t one of them. And if someone like her, who looked so fragile, was able to lounge around alone with no worry, I assumed that all was safe. I wonder what her species is like. Are they all solitary, or did she wander off just like I did? Was she even a female, or was my perception skewed based on my experience with my own people? If this gorgeous bipedal creature is common up on land, I must return soon. I promise myself that I will steer clear from the monsters, but I cannot contain my interest in this new world. I must go back. I will return tomorrow. I hope she is there.

a/n: will update this whenever i feel like it. no regular schedule set. technically its oc!merman x oc!afab human, but you can interpret it as whatever you want. no actual names for the characters so it can be reader x your fav character

dividers by @cafekitsune

[vero1shere]

spring breakers! chapter three

pairing: roman roy x fem!oc

word count: 3.4k

summary: Marla Carranza, despite being a board member, hasn't talked to the Roys in years. This changes the minute a very desperate Kendall Roy calls her.

warnings: more sexual comments, foul language, there's one joke about incest, logan roy!

a/n: i must say this work is mainly self-indulging but i''m also happy some ppl are reading this!!!!! if anyone's read king lear, i just wanted to add i based marla on edmund (aka my fav character) who is basically in this weird love triangle with the two sisters, so that WILL translate into marla's character. maybe not necessarily in a romantic way with kendall (could be, idrk rn) but mainly in how she's literally playing both sides with both brothers.

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The boardroom was already tense when Marla arrived, its heavy oak doors swallowing the murmurs of Waystar’s elite like a judge’s gavel calling court to order. The air had that thick, charged quality—anticipation laced with just a touch of dread. It smelled of expensive cologne, stale coffee, and the underlying rot of old money in crisis.

She stepped inside, deliberate and silent, the click of her heels muffled by the plush carpeting. Eyes flicked toward her but didn’t linger. She was not the main event. Not today. That honor belonged to Kendall, except, of course, he wasn’t fucking here.

Marla stood in the hallway outside the boardroom, arms crossed, watching as Gerri pressed her phone tighter against her ear. The older woman’s face was a mask of forced calm, but Marla caught the way her fingers drummed impatiently against the side of her blazer.

“Gerri. Can you hear me?” Kendall’s voice crackled through the speaker, cutting in and out. “Hey, where are you? Listen, I’m... I’m almost there. The traffic stopped. I need you to stall.”

Marla exhaled sharply, shifting her weight onto one foot. Stall? Logan was already in there, and she knew damn well he wasn’t going to wait around for his son to show up and stab him in the throat.

“What? What’s that? Bad connection,” Gerri muttered. She glanced at Marla and Roman, exasperated. “Kendall, I can’t hear you.”

“I’m in a tunnel. OK? Stall.”

And then—silence.

Gerri stared at her phone for half a second before muttering, “Fuck.”

Marla barely had time to process before Roman let out a sharp, amused breath beside her. “Wow. Amazing job, Ken. ‘I’m in a tunnel?’ What, is he driving in from the fucking underworld?”

Marla ignored him, turning to Gerri. “What now?”

Gerri pinched the bridge of her nose. “We go in. And we don’t make it look like we’re scrambling.”

Marla rolled her shoulders back, adjusting her blazer. Kendall needed time, and she wasn’t exactly in the business of defending dumbass rich boys, but she wasn’t about to let Logan steamroll this before it even started.

Roman smirked at her, watching her straighten up. “Aw, look at you. Actually trying to save your little buddy’s coup attempt.”

“Somebody has to,” Marla shot back, already walking toward the boardroom doors.

Behind her, Roman chuckled. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

Marla slid into a seat at the far end of the table, a safe distance from Roman, but unfortunately not far enough from Logan’s eyeline. She felt his gaze skim over her, sharp and assessing, but he said nothing, yet.

Stewy sat down beside her, catching Marla’s eye and giving her the faintest nod. At least one person here wasn’t openly hostile.

Frank cleared his throat. “Uh, I... I just got word. I think Kendall will be a few minutes late.”

Marla stayed still, barely breathing. Logan, seated at the head of the table, didn’t react at first, just stared at Frank like he’d spoken in a foreign language.

Frank hesitated. “Request for a late start?”

“No!” Logan barked.

Frank flinched. “No?”

“He can catch up,” Logan said, waving a hand. “Fuck that! Where is he?”

Frank cleared his throat. “Stuck in traffic. That’s all I know”

“Okay, come on, come on, let’s go. Let’s go.” He clapped his hands together, impatient. 

“It’s twelve noon, and I’d like to call the meeting of Waystar Royco to order.” Frank straightened his papers. “Roll call.”

Roman made a face. “Roll call?”

Logan scoffed. “We’ve never done roll call.”

Frank ignored them. “We’re doing it today.”

“Why?” Logan asked.

“Because that’s how we do it,” Frank muttered.

Marla caught the way Logan tilted his head, he surprisingly still hadn’t caught on to what was about to happen. 

Frank pressed on. “Logan Roy.”

Logan spread his hands. “Yeah.”

Frank continued. “Frank Vernon, present.”

“Kendall Roy. Absent, Roman Roy.”

“Yo,” Roman said, popping the ‘o.’

“Ewan Roy, absent. Marla Carranza”

“Here”

“That’s a fucking surprise.” Logan’s mutters were still loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. 

And so Frank continued on with the roll call, realising that there was not much stalling left that could be done. 

He set the papers down. “Mr. Chairman, we have a quorum. So,” he said lazily, “everybody has a copy of the agenda and the minutes of the last meeting. Is that right?”

A quiet chorus of yeses followed.

“Do any of you have any questions that have come to you immediately after looking at them?” Frank asked, glancing around. “I know that I—I have a few thoughts we might have to take a look at.”

“What thoughts?” Logan asked, raising a brow.

“Just wait a second, and I’ll get to it.”

Marla glanced sideways as Gerri checked her phone again. The same tight, contained expression.

Still no fucking Kendall.

As Frank was about to move forward, the conference room doors swung open with a slow, deliberate creak.

Every head turned.

Ewan Roy stood in the doorway, adjusting his coat like he had all the time in the world. Behind him, a stunned assistant hovered awkwardly, half-gesturing toward the entrance, clearly having failed to stop him from walking in unannounced.

Marla caught the flicker of surprise in Logan’s eyes, very brief, but there.

He was starting to realise something was going on.

Ewan gave the room a disapproving once-over before speaking.

“Well… you just can’t keep away, huh?” Logan finally broke the silence, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

Ewan sniffed. “Thought maybe I’d show up for once. Watch the fun.”

Marla glanced at Roman, who leaned back in his seat, whispering a barely audible “Jesus” under his breath as he stood up to receive a call from whom she could only assume was Kendall.

Marla hadn’t been to board meeting in years but she was still aware that this was a fucking shitshow. 

Frank’s eyes narrowed. “So, let’s move along to item 3.1.”

“Mm-hmm? Uh, what’s ‘Performance issues?’” Logan frowned. “Sounds fucking vague. And why is it so high on the fuckin’ hit parade?”

Logan’s frown deepened. “What is this?”

Marla braced herself.

“What the f**k is this?”

“I think Kendall wants to make a comment.” 

Through the speaker, Kendall’s voice came in, slightly distorted but unmistakably tense.

“Hey, guys. Can you hear me? I apologize. I will be there shortly.”

Logan tapped his fingers against the table again, but this time, it wasn’t amusement. It was irritation.

“Where are we at?” Kendall asked.

Frank hesitated. “We are at your item. Performance issues.”

Silence.

Marla gripped her pen. Come on, Ken. Say it.

A siren wailed faintly in the background.

“You want us to wait?”

Logan tilted his head, eyes sharp. “F**k that. We’re movin’ on.”

Another pause. Then—Kendall’s voice, firm.

“No, no. It’s okay. I can do this.”

Marla exhaled slowly, pulse picking up.

This is happening.

“…every day he refuses to retire, he is one day closer to destroying his own legacy.”

The air in the boardroom felt thick, pressing in like a held breath. Across from her, Ewan scoffed, tearing at his croissant with deliberate disinterest. Marla could hear the flake of pastry crackling between his fingers, a sound almost as loud as the silence in the room.

Logan leaned forward, his voice sharp despite the gravel in it. “Speak up. Can’t hear.”

Kendall’s voice returned, stronger.

“He took on levels of debt that threatened the very existence of our firm. He’s lining up dead-weight acquisitions in a sector he has a historic regard for but which are non-growth areas. If he pursues the full breadth of his megalomaniacal vision, we will end up with years of political conflict with the FCC, executive, legislative, and judicial branches of government. He is making decisions for a future that he no longer understands. He’s gambling our last dollars at the track on a horse that’s ready for the glue factory. And I am calling for a vote of no confidence in him as CEO and Chairman.”

Silence.

Frank cleared his throat, shifting in his chair. “Logan, since you’re the subject of the vote, you need to recuse yourself.”

Logan let out a sharp breath through his nose, shaking his head. “Bullshit. No.”

Frank hesitated. “That’s… not how this works.”

“Fuck you. I built this place,” Logan snapped. “If you want to stab me in the back, you’ll do it to my face.”

Ewan whistled lowly, amused.

“You don’t get to vote, and you don’t get to comment,” Frank said, steadier now. “Really, you should leave the room.”

Logan’s gaze cut through him like a blade.

“I’m sick,” he muttered. “Can’t move. Fuck that. Vote.”

Frank exhaled sharply, but he let it go. “Alright. All in favor of the vote of no confidence in Logan Roy?”

Kendall’s voice didn’t waver. “Me. My hand is raised. More in sorrow than in anger.”

Logan scoffed, low and derisive. “No shit, Judas.”

Frank’s hand went up. Then Asha. Then Ilona, her voice cutting through on speakerphone.

Marla felt Logan’s stare before she met it. That gaze piercing, amused, waiting.

She had made her choice long before stepping into this room, but somehow, lifting her hand felt heavier than expected.

Still, she did.

Logan exhaled, the sound almost like a chuckle.

Marla didn’t dare look at Roman, but she noticed the way he tensed through her peripheral vision. It was like he wanted to nudge her, like he was about to say something but thought better of it.

Stewy surprisingly abstained. Marla thought him and Kendall were close, at the very least friends, so she made a mental note to ask Stewy about his vote later. Datu voted for Logan.

Four for. Four against.

Kendall’s voice was tight now. “Lawrence?”

Lawrence didn’t even hesitate. “I abstain.”

Marla felt it before Kendall did. The loss settling in, slow and suffocating.

And then, it was Roman.

Marla turned her head slightly, catching him in the corner of her vision. He was leaning back, trying to look unaffected, but his knee bounced under the table.

“Roman?” Kendall’s voice crackled through the Polycom.

Marla saw the flicker of hesitation in Roman’s hand, the start of a movement.

Logan clocked it too. His eyes locked on his youngest son.

“You better be smelling your fucking armpit, Romulus.”

The moment stretched, thin as a wire.

Roman let out a breath and lowered his hand.

“Against,” he said.

A beat.

Frank’s brow furrowed. “But he started to vote–”

“He can fucking change,” Logan snapped.

Marla didn’t move, didn’t let herself react, but Roman’s gaze had fallen upon her, he seemed embarrassed. 

To be completely fair, Marla didn’t whole-heartedly care about the results of the vote. She was there as an attempt to get back in, become a part of the scene. 

However she did understand what Roman had just done. How he had betrayed his brother. 

“Whatever. Count him out. Deadlock! Continuity prevails. I’m chairman, casting vote, I win, it’s fucking over!”

Kendall stepped into the room too late, the failure settling over him like a second skin.

“My son,” he said, smug and sharp. “You lost.”

Logan leaned back, victorious. “And Kendall, Frank, Asha, Ilona. Off the board. Fired, with immediate effect.”

Frank stiffened. “I’m not sure you can—”

“Fuck you. I can do anything.”

Marla exhaled, barely audible.

The minute Logan started yelling, calling for security, she stopped paying attention. She heard a little bit of Frank trying to convince Logan of this being a stupid idea but he didn’t budge. One by one, they start to leave. Kendall doesn’t look back. Asha glances around, like she still can’t believe what just happened. Frank exhales sharply, but doesn’t argue. 

Marla stands too, slow, measured. She’s almost at the door when—

“Not you.”

The words hit the room like a snap of a whip.

After a while, the rest of the people continued to exit the meeting, Marla stopped. So did Roman, halfway to the door. He looked back, eyebrows raised, but Logan didn’t even glance at him. The others hesitated for half a second before heading out, leaving Marla standing there, arms loosely crossed, amusement flickering behind her eyes.

Roman let out a low chuckle as he pushed the door open. “Well. That’s interesting.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

The silence that followed was thick and expectant. Marla tilted her head slightly, watching Logan as he leaned back in his chair, expression unreadable.

She arched an eyebrow. “Are you mad at me, Mr Roy?”, she said sarcastically.

Logan exhaled sharply through his nose, a laugh, but not quite. He gestured for her to sit.

“Sit down.”

Marla didn’t move at first, just studied him, like she was considering whether this was worth her time. On the inside she was frightened. Had she pushed too far on her luck? Was this the end of the adventure she’d just started? When accepting to help Kendall she thought there would be no actual consequences since she thought she would not care. That was before she realised how much she enjoyed playing the game, the scheming, the expectations. She loved the attention, the thrill. It was at this moment that Marla understood the gambling addicts, it’s hard to walk out when you know that some right moves could guarantee you power. She hoped this was an opportunity for her to make those moves.  

Logan’s eyes didn’t leave her.

She smiled, containing her thoughts. “So. What’s this about?”

Logan didn’t answer right away. He just watched her, the way a hunter might watch a fox that had wandered into his trap. Marla didn’t flinch, though her fingers twitched slightly against the armrest of her chair. She forced herself to stay relaxed, to match his energy.

Finally, Logan let out a small, unimpressed huff. “You don’t give a fuck, huh?”

Marla shrugged. “Not particularly.”

Logan’s lip curled. “You voted for Kendall.”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

She leaned back, stretching her legs out slightly. “He asked nicely.”

Logan laughed, low and incredulous. “He asked nicely.” He shook his head, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Jesus Christ, you’re a piece of work.”

Marla didn’t reply, just met his gaze evenly. 

“You’re a smart girl,” he said, quieter now, almost amused. “Too smart to be backing a loser.”

Marla smirked. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like an underdog.”

“Bullshit.” Logan’s voice was sharp again. “I have known you since you were barely a teenager. You have that drive inside of you. You like to win.”

Marla tilted her head, considering. “Sure. But I like to play more.”

Something flickered in Logan’s eyes, recognition, maybe, or something close to it. He leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. “So why bet on Kendall? You know the minute you step outside, he’ll be on the phone, offering you a job. That’s not exactly taking risks.”

Marla didn’t hesitate. “It’s more so a strategy.”

Logan narrowed his eyes.

She gave him a small, knowing smile. “If both sides want you, you’re playing the game right.”

A beat of silence. Then Logan let out a low, dry chuckle.

“You’re a cocky little shit,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You remind me of—” He cut himself off, the thought unfinished.

Marla did not dare to ask him who she reminded him of. 

“You want a real bet?” He leaned back again, like he had all the time in the world. “Stay. Work for me.”

Marla arched an eyebrow. “Doing what? You know I have a steady job at my mum’s law firm.”

“Ha! You can threaten me with Kendall’s offer but not with your mothers. I want you as a financial officer. Numbers, strategy, real decisions. You’d rather play the game than watch from the stands, right?”

Marla kept her expression carefully neutral, but her pulse quickened.

This was it. The right move.

She exhaled through her nose, as if considering it, but the answer had already formed in her mouth.

“Glad to be part of the family again.”

Logan smirked.

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Marla stepped out of Logan’s office, the weight of his offer still settling in her chest. She had won something tonight. What exactly, she wasn’t sure yet. But it was something. The tension in her shoulders hadn’t quite left when she heard a slow, deliberate clap from the hallway.

She turned, already knowing who it was.

Roman stood leaned against the wall, hands stuffed in his pockets, watching her with that lazy, knowing smirk.

“Well, well, well. Marla Carranza did show up for little Kenny after all,” he drawled. “Back from the dead and already on her knees for my dad. That’s gotta be a record.”

Marla huffed a laugh, stepping closer. “Bold words, coming from the guy who actually sucked him off at the meeting.”

Roman’s expression didn’t shift, but something flickered in his eyes. His smirk widened, but it didn’t quite reach them.

“Oh, please, if I were blowing my dad, you think I’d still be junior puppet boy with a fake title?” He tsked, tilting his head. “Nice try, though.”

She crossed her arms. “You’re a traitor, Roman.”

His jaw twitched, so quick she almost missed it. “Yeah?”

“Kendall trusted you. The whole vote was on you. You could’ve changed everything.”

Roman scoffed, shifting his weight. “Oh, fuck off. What were we gonna do, huh? Let Ken win and all hold hands? My dad would’ve burned this place down before he let that happen.”

Marla studied him, the amusement in her expression dimming slightly. “You’re so scared of him.”

Roman didn’t flinch. “And you’re not?”

She didn’t answer.

He exhaled through his nose, glancing away for a moment before looking back at her. “So what’s the play, huh? You got voted out, and now you’re just gonna… what? Lurk around Waystar?”

She smiled, slow and sharp. “Not quite.”

Something in her tone made Roman’s eyes narrow.

“What?”

She made a mockingly wounded face. “Oh, Rome. I thought you’d be happy.”

Roman frowned, his mouth parting slightly before he caught himself.

“Wait, what the fuck did my dad tell you?”

Her smile widened.

“See you around, Roman.”

She turned, walking away before he could piece it together. She didn’t have to look back to know he was staring after her.

By the time Marla reached the elevators, her phone buzzed in her pocket.

She pulled it out, glancing at the screen, immediately noticing Kendall’s name at the top.

She’d expected a call.

“Hey Ken.”

“Hey,” Kendall said, his voice lighter than she expected. “So… you coming over?”

Marla frowned slightly, stepping into the elevator and pressing the button for the lobby. “For what?”

Kendall let out a small huff, like the answer should’ve been obvious. “To talk. To figure shit out.”

She didn’t respond immediately.

He took her silence as agreement. “Listen, it’s good, okay? We regroup. You, me, Frank—whoever’s left. It’s not over. My dad just pulled a bullshit move, but it’s fine. I’m not letting him cut me out. We’ll fight back.”

She leaned against the cool metal wall, tilting her head slightly. “Kendall…”

“You’re with me, right?” he pressed. “I mean, he obviously didn’t…” He hesitated for half a second, but Marla caught it. “uh…he didn’t take you back, so…”

So you have nowhere else to go.

It wasn’t cruel. He didn’t mean it that way. It was just a fact, in his mind.

Marla smiled to herself.

“Oh, Ken.”

Something in her tone made him pause. “…What?”

She shifted her weight, watching the numbers above the elevator door tick down. “I actually don’t think I can make it.”

Silence.

Then a quiet, confused laugh. “What? Marla, come on, I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

Another pause. Then, slower now: “Where are you?”

She exhaled, straightening up as the elevator slowed to a stop. “Still at Waystar.”

She let it sink in.

Kendall didn’t speak right away. When he did, his voice was different: lower, tight.

“No, you’re not.”

Marla stepped out into the lobby, heels clicking softly against the marble floor.

“Your dad offered me a job.”

Silence.

“And I took it.”

Then, a sharp breath. “You took the…” Kendall stopped himself. Then, incredulous: “He fucking gave you a job?”

“Sure did.”

A bitter laugh. “No, he…he’s just screwing with you.”

“Maybe,” she said. “Or maybe I just played my cards right.”

“Marla.” His voice dropped, something urgent in it now. “He’s using you.”

She smiled, sharp and knowing.

“So were you.”

That shut him up.

She adjusted the strap of her purse. “I’ll see you around, Ken.”

She hung up before he could say anything else.

Stepping out into the cold night air, she let the satisfaction settle in her chest.

This was going to be fun.

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[chinomiko]

hi! i know it must be kinga boring for you recive questions about castiel bc ppl are obsessed ober him for years but like the other person who asked you a few days ago, i follow you (and ply mcl) for like 10 years and ever since day one my fav boy has been tiel. till this day at the age of 22 he's my favorite and my comfort boy so i joke that he's not a fictional character anymore for me and that i know him personally at this point lol

with that being said, i bet you can imagine that over the years i've been elaborating his personality beyond what the game gives us but he's your boy, you created him therefore you know him and your word is canon, so i'd like to ask a few stuff!! nothing too big, dont worry but here we go.

tiel is an amazing songwriter and since he's very emotional not very good at express it (he does it a lot better now that he's an adult 🥹) i bet his lyricism is very deep and poetic so i have this headcanon that he at first wouldn't like taylor swift because obviously lol but then he payed attention to her lyrics and ends up basically being a swiftie since he likes her writing a lot. what you think about that?

and what kind of music crowstorm sings? like there are any bands that you listen and think "hey this would be in a crowstorm album!" (i have a playlist with this name btw lol). im probably wrong on this one but since this is my fav band i like to think that catfish and the bottlemen are the irl crowstorm, musically speaking

and the last one: another thing that gives me so much comfort is the lystiel friendship. not having present parents, being so closed off i know that lysander is such an important presence on tiel's life because he was basically the only close person he had (specially after the debrah fiasco); if lys didnt had taken the farm and went to college and bla bla bla do you think he would still be part of the band with castiel? im not sure if im mixing the canon with a fanfic i read a while ago (lol) but the band was more of a fun thing to lys, right? he liked writing most (i always imagined him getting into a literature degree or something like this). i also like to think that he helps tiel with lyrics at times, even if he's out of the band (in my head the canon is that they are best friends and pretty close till this day, i pretend lys never left our lives just like armin)

anyways sorry for this big ask 😭 i dont even know if you will read it all but if you do, thank you! and dont feel like you have to answer, i know its too much its just that mcl is my hyperfixation till this day like for real, i have a fanfic that i write still and i even plan on making it into a book sometime. except from the main characters (who is my oc) all the characters will be based on the game's ones :)

ilysm take care and stay hydrated!!

Hellow !

Aww thank you so much and for all your love for Castiel ^^

What a long ask, I'll try to answer in order.

Castiel being a swiftie. No sorry, I don't think he would be. If candy likes her, I'm pretty sure he would try to listen. Also he is an open minded person for sure, so I'm sure he would be curious to listen and study what all the hype is about, it could also help as some sort of far away inspiration, but I don't see him being a fan.

What kind of songs Crowstorm sings This is hard to answer because my musical knowledge is pretty limited and I'm sure I would miss on lot of potential groups or singers that would fit well. And it would require too much research time to have a real detailed and clear answer, but I still did check a bit and here is a little list of songs/groups that I think would have a fitting vibe for Crowstorm

City of the dead - Hollywood Undead The worst in me - bad omens Paranoid - I prevail Trauma Just pretend - Bad omens Ice Nine Kills - A grave mistake Catfish and the bottlemen sounds nice but I think its a bit too soft for what I imagine for Crowstorm.

What is his voice like I think something similar to this (not necessarily the song itself, just the voice. )

bonus, I think this song is so so fitting for Castiel's breakup song, I love it. Dial Tone - Catch your breath

Castiel and Lys friendship. It was'nt mentionned much in UL/LL because I didnt wish to bring too much drama by mentioning Lys when he was not there for the players, but of course Lys and Cast always kept in touch. It is very clearly mentionned in Lys' AL that they keep in touch, that Lys helps Castiel write songs and Cast also like to come to his farm to have a break and spend time together. You should play it if you havent, you'll have a good chunk of Cast and Lys friendship :) However yeah I can confirm that Lys would not like to do it serisouly and professionally, but he'll be all the way around to support and help Cast.

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:3 🧋 anon back after idk how long I did try to read clover a while ago and after u recommending it I tried to read it again and actually got to 100 smth chapters but for some reason just dropped it but I'm gonna pick it back up again now fuhdissnsajdjsld I've just been rereading crows and the worst and its like Side stories KUNOU RYUUSHIN, KOUSEI AND SHOUGO THE MEN U R <333 GOOD GOD THE ARMAMENT HAS SUCH FINE MEN!!! Juuzou too I love me some blondes <33 anyway lovee ur recent work btw ehe 💗💗💗💗 ur writing is just so fun to read and is very entertaining!! All of ur ocs r so cool too!! My favs r totally Daitou and Kazuya also ofc the old man yakuza cuz im a WHORE fujsodn AAA anyway so sorry for the long ask its just I'm not good at like showing my appreciation for like this free content u write and draw for us and let us consume tysm!! I hope u continue ur work and have a good day ❤️❤️❤️

Who would've thought that a fellow delinquent enjoyer is going to prefer the criminal OCs? By the way, Daitou and Kazuya are named after WORST characters. 🤫

I'm very glad you've given Clover a chance! It's a tad less delinquent heavy compared to Crows and WORST, which is why it also took me some time to finish it, but I feel like it has more fashionable characters, you know? Takahashi Hiroshi goes for a very 80s-90s style.

I've been wanting to come up with a biker OC for some time, but now I'm wondering if I should just quietly advertise Ryuushin as a character in some sequel romance instead. Big, buff guy at your local gym who tells you he's a professional boxer and used to lead a biker gang in high school. Asks you out for drinks, can't handle alcohol too well. You get to meet his buddies from the old days, like the older Bitou brother, or the younger TFOA members occasionally coming by to pay their respects.

Maybe someday, when my schedule clears up. Until then, I leave you with some pages from the official artbook. Wishing you a great week!

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Baby, I’m the Wolf / Adar x Fuinhíril (OC)

— chapter four: take my time

summary: Fuinhíril and Adar reach Eregion, after meeting an unexpected figure along the road.

tags/warnings: Fuinhíril being jealous lol, also continuing to be cryptic, Adar being lowkey soft :D I can defend every decision I make in this fic okay

a/n: posting early this week since I'm busy this weekend :) this is my fav chapter so far ahhhh but the next one is gonna top it for sure, it'll probably be longer just fyi

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It was Glûg who first caught her scent. Fuinhíril trudged behind him, following his footsteps as a way to guide her through the dark, when suddenly his head whipped around. His ears perked up, his steps stuttering, and she knew he had picked up on something.

“What is it?” she spoke quietly, earning a disgruntled expression from the Orc. She had spared him few words as of yet, and his distaste of her was shown in his voice as he replied.

“Your kind are foul” he began, his head twinging to the right, “you smell… foul”

Fuinhíril would have laughed if it wasn’t for the clamour that arose from behind them. She whirled around as a rain of fire came down in the distance, the Orcs beneath caught in its torrent, and through the fire she saw a figure on horseback. If Fuinhíril had a weapon, she would have drawn it.

The woman, unquestionably an Elf, shouted something to the Uruks, who stood around her as she circled her horse about the area. A stroke of fear ran through Fuinhíril for her, knowing that she was far outnumbered. The realisation that she could be felled by an arrow, or worse, at any moment made her spring forward, darting in the direction of the other Elf. Though before she could make it anywhere near, Adar had pulled her to the ground, extinguishing the flame of her burning arrow with his gauntlet.

It was clear that they were familiar. Fuinhíril noticed the way his lip curled as he spoke to her, almost a smirk, and felt a stroke of something unpleasant run through her. It was an immediate frustration at herself for the taste of jealousy that she tried to swallow. She couldn’t tell whether the expression Adar offered her was the look of a predator toying with its prey, or something more familiar, more warm than what she had received.

The Elf was forced into imprisonment, contained in a cage away from prying eyes, and the company continued on as if nothing had transpired, as if none had fallen. Fuinhíril found herself dragging her feet, not for weariness of body, but of mind. It was infuriating how Adar’s bearing weighed on her. She knew it was foolish to let such notions take root, for every reason that made sense in the name of rationality.

After a while, Fuinhíril looked up and found that she was walking behind the Orcs that pushed the cage, where she had set off in front of them. She straightened, determined not to fall behind any further, and it was then that she noticed the presence beside her. Her eyes snapped to the Uruk next to her, and found him looking past her and watching the cage as it was wheeled harshly through the forest.

It then occurred to her that maybe she should not feel envy at all, but fear for her fellow Elf. She didn’t know why he had taken her rather than letting her pass or more likely, killing her. Fuinhíril hesitated before speaking.

“What will you do with her?”

Adar’s gaze shifted over to her, and his frown relented a little, “I have something in mind”

It frustrated Fuinhíril that he didn’t trust her enough to let her be privy to his plans, though she tried not to show it. Her eyes fell to her boots, focused in on the way the golden ends shone to the rhythm of the flickering torches. If Adar couldn’t trust her, then perhaps she would never be able to tell him why she now stood at his side. Perhaps all of it was a mistake, a depth of folly reached by none before her.

“Galadriel wishes fo—”

Fuinhíril’s head whipped up in shock, her mouth falling open, “it is the Lady Galadriel who you hold captive?”

Adar arched a brow, “she is familiar to you?”

“Only by name, as for all Elves” she said, a frown crossing her features, “she is far more familiar to you, it seems”

“Not by much” he murmured, eyes drifting back to the cage, “last I saw her, it was I who was the prisoner”

Fuinhíril chuckled lowly, and Adar regarded her with renewed fierceness.

“Forgive me” she struggled to keep the laugh from her throat, “just it seems you aren’t as infallible as you let on”

Adar huffed, unimpressed as always. “I never claimed to be” he uttered, the corner of his mouth twitching as he added, “though my escape speaks to the contrary”

Fuinhíril let her lips lift into a smile, a genuine laugh escaping her. “Perhaps,” she mused, “though perhaps it was just she grew tired of you”

Adar rolled his eyes, turning away, and if she wasn’t mistaken, somewhere in that tired expression there was the promise of a smile. He then sighed, and the moment ended.

“Was her companion I have to thank for this” he held out his hand, displaying to her a thin scar that ran down the centre of his palm.

Fuinhíril leaned closer to better see in the darkness, entirely surprised by the fact that he could have sustained a scar of just the flesh. She dared not think of what he had endured to appear so twisted from his original form, but she knew that it was no ordinary torture. The fact that a simple cut could now scar his body made her chest ache for him. Perhaps it was that his body didn’t heal as it did when he was still Elven, or perhaps it was just so great an injury. She wasn’t going to ask.

Her eyes travelled up to his, though he still regarded the scar. He inspected it with a fascination that told her there was more to it than just as it appeared. His eyes narrowed, and Fuinhíril briefly wondered who Galadriel’s companion had been.

“She wishes for Sauron’s demise as much as I, as much as… you” he muttered, his eyes finding hers as he addressed her, “I believe a bargain can be struck”

Fuinhíril nodded, though dropped her gaze to the floor ahead of her. Adar let his hand fall to his side once more, and unintentionally grazed her knuckles with his. She held back the gasp on her lips as she pulled away from him once more.

“I thought this might… please you” he rumbled.

Fuinhíril huffed a laugh, sparing him a dubious look, “please me?”

“You wished for us to work with the Elves, not against them. Is this not what you had in mind?”

“If I knew what it was you had in your mind, then perhaps I could tell you” she argued.

Adar grumbled, “I suppose that is a fair assertion”

He did not continue, and Fuinhíril restrained a sigh. She imagined that whatever he had in mind was not as simple as purely ‘working with the Elves’, least ways not in a manner that she would deem suitable. It would be twisted to his own ends, no doubt.

Truthfully, she wouldn’t blame him for it. Given the situation, she would do the same.

With the pace that the Uruk’s kept, it was not long before the company reached the forest that overlooked the Glanduin, and the city of Eregion. Fuinhíril couldn’t help but feel a certain reticence creep on her disposition, even more than usual. She felt the need to withdraw from those around her, and so she did.

She had watched as Adar was taken at knife point by Galadriel, had seen the word ‘allies’ on his lips as he met her eyes from afar, but she had turned away. She now stood between the trees upon a hill to the north of the city, looking out over the white towers and admiring how they seemed to glow in the moonlight.

It was not often Adar found himself in a favourable position, and having this opportunity landed at his feet was certainly a stroke of luck. In his mind, it boded well for the coming days. His children had begun setting up their camp, and Galadriel had been locked away until he could decide exactly what he was going to do with her. Now, though, he searched for the other Elf under his protection.

Fuinhíril had not been sighted in hours, not since the Uruks arrived at the edge of the forest, and now a part of him thought that she may have fled altogether. The other part of him, a hopeless corner of his mind that he tried to keep quiet and numbed, hoped that she hadn't. It kept him searching, meandering the forest under the cover of darkness.

It frustrated Adar that Fuinhíril never let him see whatever it was that she wouldn’t speak of. Sometimes he caught glimpses of it, and at times he felt he knew what it was that burdened her, though he could never put it to words. He knew it was her intention, to keep her true self away from him. At this point, he was past suspicion, past disdain and mistrust, and fully taken by interest. He wished to know what she held so close to her chest, not so he could trust her, but so he might know her.

Adar was almost ready to give up, accept that she had left, that he would never know her secrets — perhaps that he hadn't needed to — when he spotted a figure at the crest of the ridge he stood on. She stood motionless as a statue, and under the cool light of the moon, Adar believed she could have been. She had the look of someone that people might revere enough to eternalise in marble, though it would not be an adequate material to render her true form. It would lack her freckles, the individual curls that fell out of line, the warmth of her skin and hair. Everything that made her unique.

He stepped forward, making sure to place his feet carefully as to not attract her attention immediately. She could be skittish at times, unaware of her surroundings, and he didn't wish to disturb her so. He would speak first, and she would know who it was that approached, not that it would necessarily be of much comfort.

“You have been quiet” he spoke lowly when he was only a few metres from her.

She didn’t turn towards him, though he noticed the way her shoulders stiffened as his voice reached her ears. He approached, and could see how her eyebrows were drawn together, her face almost sombre, or trying not to be. He felt that the expression didn’t suit her. The freckles that were scattered over her nose seemed more defined in this light, standing out against her skin, and he noticed that two had even made it as far as her ear. He wasn’t prone to noticing details like that, at least not for so long that he couldn’t remember the last time he found someone to be so uncommon, someone who made his focus strengthen in their presence.

Adar stepped forwards again, now at her side, “what brings you to this place, so far from the camp?”

Finally she looked over to him, her eyes studying his features a moment before she shook her head, “it does not matter”

Fuinhíril turned away, and by the grace of whatever unearthly force moved him, Adar took hold of her wrist before she could depart. She turned back, her eyebrows raised a little and lips parted. Though his resolve felt shaken under such an unguarded reaction from her, he wouldn’t back down now.

“If there is something weighing on your mind, I’d have you tell me” he spoke softly. He wouldn’t ask another question; he knew she didn’t often answer those.

“There is nothing” she insisted. Her voice was quiet, so much quieter than usual, and it was a little unsettling.

Adar narrowed his gaze, “just the other day, did you not say that there is no reason to lie, when the truth is simple”

“Well the truth is not so simple this time” Fuinhíril rebutted.

His grip loosened on her wrist as she pulled away again, but before she passed out of his sight, he called her name. He had not only come looking for her purely for the sake of it, after all. She stopped in place, turning with a small sigh.

“Tomorrow, at dawn, I will make a proposal to Galadriel” he informed her, “I should like for you to be there”

“Me?” she frowned, a hand to her chest, “why?”

“I do not trust her”

Fuinhíril straightened, “sataryaldë ni?”

Adar strode towards her, his pace slow, “you have proven you worth”

“My worth” she chuckled sardonically, dropping her gaze.

“You have aided me and my kin for a reason that I cannot yet determine, so yes I—” he paused, the sentence almost too difficult to say, “sataryan lye”

Something slid across her face, though Adar could not decipher it. If he was thinking wishfully, it may have been relief, though it appeared as something much more poised.

“What is it, that plagues you so?”

Fuinhíril sighed, turning back to look out over the city. “It is a shame, that perhaps the greatest of Elven cities should fall in the name of just one being” she considered aloud, “a being who would not care to see it fall, nor thrive, but would seek to find his place as the victor in the event of either”

“Then perhaps it is a necessary sacrifice”

Fuinhíril shot him a sharp look, “I do not agree”

Adar did not recoil, despite the sting that persisted. He knew that they did not always see eye to eye, at least not where the Elves were concerned, though it was the mention of Sauron that seemed to still her bickering. It felt that, if he played his cards right, maybe he could coax something out of her.

“This is not the first time you have spoken of Sauron” he commented.

Fuinhíril turned back to the city, “though I pray it will be the last”

The quiet that followed was uneasy. Only the light whistling of the wind could be heard, as well as the gentle sway of the trees, a noise akin to sighing. Fuinhíril was unrelenting in her attitude, a direct contrast to her surroundings. It was certainly ill-advised to try and break the silence, though Adar no longer cared. He wished to settle the topic as much as she wished to avoid it.

“Man carsëne lyen?” he asked in a whisper, for fear that speaking any louder might scare her away.

Her jaw tightened at his inquiry, breathing becoming more measured, and he watched as the seconds passed by, and the moonlight caught the sheen of unshed tears gathering in her waterline. She did not reply. It was foolish of him to think she would. After a prolonged silence, her eyelashes fluttered, blinking away the evidence of her anguish.

“Á mailórë” she spoke resolutely, turning on her heel to walk back in the direction of the camp with haste.

Adar deflated, looking out over the white towers of Eregion. He felt something kindred with Fuinhíril, a connection of sorts, an understanding that he couldn’t explain. It wasn’t necessarily a comfort to him, not at the moment anyway. There was something that tied the two of them together, he was sure of it, but it was something she refused to speak of. Something borne of pain. He saw the torment in her eyes, ever present even when she did well to hide it. It was familiar to him, after all; it reflected back to him what hid in the depths of his own.

elvish words/phrases — q. quenya & s. sindarin, in order of appearance:

q. Sataryaldë ni? = you trust me?

q. Sataryan lye = I trust you

q. Man carsëne lyen? = what did he do to you?

q. Á mailórë = sleep well (goodnight)

extra: some Fuinhíril art :)

[monodramatic-cannibal]

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This is my Undertale au (Mainly Sans aus) blog, my main is @cryingbluez. Will mainly be posting my own artwork, and answer asks. I will sometimes reblog others posts too. NOT a follow4follow account. So if you only follow me looking for one back, chances are I will not.

To see if asks/requests are open look at the my bio (theres also links in both this post and bio about rules about asks/requests). You can also send me random head canons or thoughts on characters too, I'd love to hear them!

Asks will be open for both me and my characters/aus just make sure to specify who the ask is for. If no one at all is specified and its not clear who its for I will just use any character to answer lol.

I'm also super okay with unhinged asks/tags on my stuff (as long as it isn't nsfw) I'm also okay with spam likes/reblogs/asks. I'm also okay with anons wanting specific anon names e.g. an anon referring to themselves with an emoji.

Also I'm okay with fanart of my characters! :D make sure to tag me and you can even send an ask in to make sure I see it lol. And I'm also okay with your ocs interacting with mine. Either it be through asks or art.

I'm also prone to adding random bits of info in the tags, not on all my posts, but a lot of my posts have stuff in the tags too, of me talking about something lol.

(This blog will have swearing in it. So if that's something you don't like please be careful when viewing my content)

You can call me Monodrama, or just Mono for short. Heres the ref for my skelesona.

Some lore on my sona :D :

Despite the title of ‘Skelesona’ my technically not a skeleton. More so some sort of parasite controlling a puppet/doll that looks like a skeleton.

Monodrama means ‘a dramatic piece for one performer’ (Nickname "Mono"). Given me saying my skelesona he’s actually more of an oc/mascot he doesn’t fully act like me, he's more so a being I can talk through.

His eyes and the bunny features as well as the horn and tail aren’t actually his own, since he’s a sort of parasite he can consume people/monsters and can gain a feature or two that he can use whenever he wants. E.g. he ate someone who had yellow eyes, giving him yellow eye lights, he ate a rabbit monster gaining bunny features, and he ate a reptilian monster for the horns and tail. (Also it explains my blog name lol)

Does have ecto, but rarely has it active

This blog is just a place for me to shove my Undertale au/Sans au artwork, feel free to send asks or doodle requests in. I have a few undertale ocs too :D

I'm open to answering asks about myself or any au/oc stuff I do, I will try to include doodles whenever I can, so bear with me if I don't answer it quickly. If you sent a doodle request and I don't do it please don't be mad. After all it's free art, I get to choose what I want to draw.

I do utau ships, and have my own sans au that I'm working on. Main utau ship I like is CrossMare (Cross x Nightmare), I enjoy drawing Nightmare a lot so you will see a lot of artwork of him. I tend to go for either fandom versions of characters personalities or my own interpretations of them.

Some of my fav bands/artists are, Glass Animals, Vundabar, Girl in Red, Rio Romeo, TV Girl, Machine Girl, Eve, Creepy Nuts :DD

My writing style tends to be very blunt, so I try to put in emojis/emoticons. I try not to spam them, but just warning ppl that I don't mean to sound mean I just type like that D: .

I'm still trying to figure out how I wanna draw skele's, so bear with me with that, my style might change.

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Nix-Ceto's ref

Tanue's ref

Yusuke's ref

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Memento Cadre (Omen's team info)

Omen's ref (Omen=Nightmare)

Orca's ref (Orca=Cross)

Cleaver's ref (Cleaver=Horror)

Alloy's ref (Alloy=Killer)

Soot's ref (Soot=Dust)

Renegade au:

Renegade info (Ut sans au)

Renegade au refs 1 (Can also look at my tag '#Renegade ref' to find refs)

Renegade au refs 2

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DNI Homopobic, Transphobic, Xenophobic, etc Racist, Sexist, Ableist, misogynistic, etc Proshipers, Pedophiles, etc Just basically all the problematic stuff. I also won't be responding much to people who try to start things with me, I will just block people. I just don't have time for it, if your polite about it I will most likely have a discussion with you.

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[comingyourlugubriousness]

Oooh! Hobby and Quote for Yume please!

Sorry this took so long im trying to clear my ask box <333!!! Quote: Give me something your twst OC will say. Either something they always say or something iconic they said. Something that helps solve the problems or something that is a catalyst to even more issues.

"Running out of time."

This is one of the reoccurring phrases and quotes for Yume. It originally comes from the opening sequence from twist (at the least the very first translation of it I saw.) -

"For me, for them, for you.

We are all running out of time.

No matter what, never let go of my hand."

- These are the first words we see in game and are spoken by Crowley assume to the MC. It inadvertently became a reoccurring theme and motif of sorts to represent Yume's fear for a future they can't control AKA a fate they can't escape. But despite that they keep trying to hold on, grasping for the idea of a future they can only hope to create. It's echoed throughout Yume and Idia's relationship as well, as for the majority of the time they spend together Idia feels as though its only a matter of time before Yume realizes the mistake they made in caring about someone like him.

Yume throughout the story has doubts about their time in twisted wonderland. Wondering if they are wasting their time or being selfish focusing on things that may not matter. Or they fear that everything they worked for won't even matter in the end. They have a deep buried anxiety that something horrible is going to happen to them and the people they care about and that they all will be powerless to stop it. But they don't really know why.... It's a bit haunting for them.....

----------------------------------------------ANYWAY!

Hobby: What are your twst OC’s hobbies? Who among the cast will they possibly ask to join in their pastime?

Oh Yume has lots of hobbies! Here's some and the people they do them with: Gardening: Yuuta and Yuuhi Video games: Idia, Ortho, Grim, Deuce, Ace.

Tabletop games: Azul, Idia, Ortho, Sam, Leona. Photography: Cater. Vil(rarely) Art: Rook, Yuuhi, Yuuta, and Grim

Research/Reading/History: Riddle, Lilia, Ortho

Conspiracy: Yuuta, Yume, Grim, The ghosts

Sewing/Knitting: Yuuta, Yuuhi, Epel

my fav hobby for them is conspiracy and all their crazy thoughts about their brothers powers and their own dreams:

[taegularities]

My rant about CMI 13🥰

Hiii Rid, I just finished catching up with CMI and pls I loved it so much. Reading the 2 chapters gave me so much comfort. I really needed it so I am very grateful for you and your writing. I am happy I found you! The whole hometown arc was AMAZING! I think this chapter was my favorite of all time. I loved how jk‘s mom and his brother were so welcoming and nice. 😭 Ria is such a sweetheart I loved her! And it was so interesting to see how the jealousy slowly grew from the beginning of the chapter and later exploded at the wedding. I personally loved the bicycle + strawberry plucking scene and the fountain +gift scene the most! It was so heartwarming and so fluffy. Their love is so pure and innocent like it makes you wonder if a love like this truly exists and if it does how lucky they are to have it.🥹 I wrote many things down for this chapter so I am having troubles typing it down LMAO. But the whole NARA situation goddamn it was so good, like I am a sucker for drama so it was chefs kiss. Oc‘s overthinking and her insecurities were portrayed so well, I could feel everything she felt and this shows how great of a writer you are! I am happy Nara spoke to Oc at the end and that they both cleared the air. I also felt a little sad for Nara cuz it’s hard growing up with your first love and yk growing apart and breaking up with the one you thought was the one for you… but tbh I am glad the Nara plot ends here cuz I love my girlie Oc. THO I must say I am interested in Nara‘s life like what she does and who she will meet and fall in love with. She deserves all the happiness cuz she seems like a nice and kind person. LET‘S GET TO THE MAIN TOPIC THO! HIS FATHER! He is such a freaking jerk! Jk didn’t deserve this at all like no one does… poor guy… The fight between jk and his father was soooo damn intense. I stopped breathing while reading. I am happy tho that he realized his mistakes and will work to better himself. It was DAMN late but at least better late than never. But it will understandably take jk a long time to process this and (maybe) forgive him. He deserves so much better… I LOVED how Oc supported and him while he broke down and confronted the jerk of a father. She is really an Angel. You did our boy Christian dirty tho LMAO (The smut was amazing as always🤭) BUT YK WHAT BROKE ME ? THIS:

“But even though you colour in all the spots in his room—

You think that in turn, he colours in every patch of your soul.“

This owned my heart right there and made me tear up. Thank you for your hard work! Sorry that this got so long.💜

NAWH and i'm happy you found me and have become my friend, too <3 oh gosh, your fav chapter ever?? that's a huge thing for me – i'd been planning it for so long and genuinely loved writing it, so this means a lot, love. with the jealousy as its key part and then things resolving, i was so curious what y'all would say lmao and the reactions to cmi13 were just what i wanted and needed.

i bet a love like this exists somewhere… things might seem hopeless at times, but we deserve this, too, so let's keep hoping and manifest the words i write into reality. also, i am so happy you could view the nara situation from all perspectives. like yeah, the whole thing was intense, but honestly, i feel a bit sorry for her, too? after all, jk wasn't just her boyfriend in the past, he was her friend as well. so to lose all that, even though she's moved on, must sting at least a bit. hmmm, maybe i'll elaborate on nara's life someday!! good point hehe.

NAWH THE FIGHT THO… i was holding my breath writing it, and idc if it's my characters, i was very happy jk flipped like this :') oc will always be there for him. let's hope that the only way's up. jksfnksf i know i did christian so fkn dirty, but i had no choice 🤣 maybe i should write original ian fic someday and give him the affection he deserves lmao

the last line… yeah– that's all i'll say. just yeah :') sigh. thank you for always reading bby <3 i will always wait for you, so don't stress yourself about getting to a chapter at all. i'm just so thankful for this msg <3

[fineprintedsunsets]

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚈𝙴

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 11! | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List

inspired by your fav psychological thriller (YOU) + "I would burn the world for you”

Synopsis: Cinnamon skin. Pretty brown eyes. My Oh My. She's the apple of my eye.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: stalker!natasha x black!f oc. creepy nat. obsessive behavior. stalker behavior. ownership over human beings? orgasm denial. oral (female receiving) slight praise kink. dirty talk. smut obvi. dual pov. fingering.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Sweet But Psycho - Ava Max

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

“Hey sweetheart, mind if I grab a seat?” A gentle voice pulled me from my laptop, and my eyes immediately fell on its source. A woman, with crimson red hair falling leisurely at her sides, green eyes blinking back at me.

A breath gets caught in my throat as she parts her lips, lifting her structure to display a coy smile. My head feels dizzy, looking into her eyes, it feels somehow as if I’ve known her for a long time.

My words fall out of my mouth, stuttering until I attempt to form a coherent sentence.

“Of course.”

All that for two words. The woman pulls out the chair across from me, and although I try hard not to notice the way her leather jacket hugs her curves, the sunlight shines across her fair skin. The woman places her coffee cup down, tilting her head to the side.

I can see her winged eyeliner and her faint smoky eye, her nude lipstick placed on her placid lips. Her smile causes heat to pour into my body, and the way she parts her lips makes me want to kiss them.

Knock it off, Maya.

She’s a stranger.

An odd feeling surrounds her though. A mysterious mask she must wear, one I’m dying to look under, to explore and remove. She must catch my ogling, as much as I keep peering over my laptop to stare, it’s understandable.

“You come here often?” She asks, her tone a bit teasing. I clear my throat, rubbing a hand over my face to hide the blush forming on my dark cheeks.

She’s talking about Café Flore, the beautiful flower-themed coffee shop in Paris. I do come here often, every Monday to write my novel, eat my regular order, and move on with my afternoon.

I didn’t expect to meet a beautiful woman this Monday though.

“Yeah, I do.”

She smiles, bringing her slender fingers to reach for her coffee cup, and of course, I think she’s reaching for my arm, but mistakenly she doesn't and the disappointment I feel is hard to cower away from.

“What’s your name?” I ask, clearing my throat of bile, the embarrassment washing away with it. Nervousness pokes at my stomach as I wait for her answer. “Natasha.” I cock my head, meeting her eyes again. The name fits her perfectly, her dominant demeanor, her leather outfit.

She looks out of place in Paris, but I can't deny, I’ve always loved out-of-place things. Mis-matched quilts make up most of my apartment, various fabric patches hold my pants together, and mixed oddities in a china cabinet are a sight to behold.

Unlike inanimate objects, I do not desire to put this woman on a shelf, I want to keep her with the quilts on my mattress.

I want to see her in my bed.

I shake my head, clearing the inappropriate thoughts. She’s sitting right across from me, her pink lips wrapping around the coffee cup-

Is she even into women? Women like me?

God, I hope so.

“Why me?” I don’t mean to be so upfront, but my question is calmed by Nat’s cool smile.

Were calling her Nat now, Maya?

Great.

She laughs, surely noticing the red on my cheeks. I’m eternally grateful for her light reaction to such a rude question. I don’t trust people, even pretty girls who sit at my table. You never know, these days.

“A pretty girl, cinnamon skin glowing in this weather, brown eyes filled with creativity, how could I not sit here?”

Eye’s filled with creativity?

Fuck me, please.

Literally.

My mouth is slightly agape, but Nat smiles, closing her palm around the paper cup. “Let's put that mouth to better use, hun. Are you hungry?”

“Yes.”

My eyes bulge, my words toppling over as I race to answer her question. I shut my mouth immediately, I don’t want to seem eager, or a weirdo, but I can’t help it.

This only happens in swoon-worthy romances.

Not Maya’s-Coffee-Shop-Outing-Monday’s.

She smiles a hint of red on her cheeks. I’m relieved at the sight, I’m happy, ecstatic really, to see she feels at least a little for me.

Pretty girl. Cinnamon skin.

My thighs clench underneath the table, I so desperately want to hear those words fall from her lips once more.

“Do you like apple croissants?” Nat flags down a waitress before I can even answer, it’s ironic she knows my order, it’s what I get every time I’m here. Maybe she enjoys them just as much as me, it is a best seller.

Melody comes to our table, holding a pen and pad, her forehead slick with sweat. It’s a hot day outside, no hot coffee for me. “Hey, What can I get for you?”

“An apple croissant for Maya, hun.”

How does she know my name?

Nat must see my confusion, because she smiles, waves the waitress off, and points to my laptop. I laugh with her when I realize my name is scrawled at the top, along with my address.

For lost and found purposes of course.

“Do you come here often?” I joke, reciprocating her earlier question, and she blesses me with her smile. Me and Natasha talk until my apple croissant comes to the table, cooled off by the inside air conditioner.

I thank Melody, pull the plate over to me, and bring the dessert to my lips. Nat watches my entire encounter with the desert. I feel self-conscious with her eyes on my lips, watching as I bite into it.

All the feelings wash away as the flavors wash over my tongue, the cinnamon and apple baked dessert, crispy pastry cooled to perfection…

“You're adorable when you're happy.”

I pause, bring the desert away from my mouth, and do something I’ve wanted to do since I saw her.

“My place or yours?”

“Mine.”

🥐

Maya was different from the other ones.

I could feel it as I wrapped my fingers around her shoulders, hearing her breath pitch for me. She was more than a pretty girl.

She was my pretty girl.

I would burn the world for her.

I’d been following her for weeks, as soon as I first saw her at Cafe Flore, her eyes glued to her computer screen. I didn’t know much about her then, I was just a pair of green eyes in the distance.

I wanted to scream at her, tell her to pay attention to her surroundings, weird people could be around waiting to grab her at any chance. It didn’t matter, I’d keep them away from my girl, I would teach her how to wield a knife, how to protect her body and heart.

From everyone but me.

I knew her full name by the first few seconds of setting eyes on her face.

Maya Amani Robinson.

It fit my girl well.

Within days I learned everything I could, she was the apple of my eye, my obsession, she was just simply mine.

It helped in situations like these, her back against my apartment door, breath panting as I kissed down her throat. The noises she emitted told me to keep going as I signaled to her shirt, helping her tug it off.

The second her bare stomach met my vision, I knew I had chosen well. My fingers travel to her brown bralette, almost disappearing in her skin complexion. Her fingers found my shirt, my leather jacket lost somewhere in my apartment hallway.

“Doing great, hun.”

Maya tries to hide it, but I see the way her thighs clench, my fingers travel lower as my lips tantalize everywhere, running lines over her collarbone, biting at her ear lobe, making her buck against my door as I smile at her, my fingers finding their way to her patch pants.

They were gone in seconds, her brown hair messy from the pulling of clothes. The only thing that separated me from my girl’s cunt, was a flimsy g-string. That was gone as quickly as I saw it.

My bed was just inches away from the door, but I needed to have her now, pushed up against my wall, feigning over every touch.

“Nat-” Maya sucked in a breath of air, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. She always did it when she was nervous, or stuck on particular wording in her fantasy novel.

“Take what I give you, hun.” I nod, tapping her ankle to grab her attention, not that I ever lost it, she lifts her legs up, aiding me in sliding to g-strap away from her pretty pussy.

She whimpers as her sensitive skin is bare to my apartment’s air temperature. I made sure to let it run when I went to meet her at our spot, she hated warm things on warm days.

We were a lot alike in that way.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” Maya lets out a string of curses, pulling her legs open as I make her watch, my tongue darts out to run over my lips, teasing her with every move.

Finally, I reside on my knees, pull her legs open wider against my door, and bury my face in her cunt. She tastes divine, like a warm cup of cocoa after a snowy day. She’s already so wet, who knew my girl liked being spread open and eaten out?

Oh wait, I did.

My tongue prods at her entrance as her fingers find my hair, tangling in their strands. My breasts swell against my bra, I can feel the way my body reacts to her, and I know Maya notices.

She attempts to close her thighs as my tongue gathers her wetness, but I pry them apart, pulling away from her cunt to whisper, “Take it.”

And then I am a mess. My tongue slides into her as she cries out in pleasure, I can feel both her and I clench, me on air, and her on my tongue. Her hips buck, but I hold her still, forcing her to take me in, never allowing her to adjust.

It’s punishment in some way.

My hand comes up to part her folds, my tongue drilling into her as my thumb finds her puffy clit. She whimpers as I expose it to my eyes, and I him against her, satisfied at the glistening bud.

I knew exactly how to pleasure my girl, a part of me wished I didn’t. After hours of scouring her social media profiles, I learned of a podcast she hosted, mostly talking about her novel (which was going great so far), but there was one episode where she talked about her experience in writing sex scenes.

I hum at the beautiful memory, hearing her voice through my earbuds as I listened to her talk about her sexual experiences, how her previous partners left her dissatisfied, and how it influenced her writing style.

I was upset at my girl too, even though hearing her voice for the first time was delightful, she shouldn’t be sharing what gets her pussy wet on the internet. There are odd people on social media, some who could go stalking around, and use it against her.

I couldn’t have that, I needed to teach Maya a lesson. My thumbs push at her clit, rubbing circles as crude noises emit from my apartment floor. Maya’s close, I can feel her clenching around my tongue, begging for beautiful release.

And I was going to give it to her.

Just not yet.

“Nat!” Maya begs, bucking her hips in sync with my tongue. I didn’t want to rip it away from her, but my girl must learn. I see the orgasm tense as her eyes close, her face scrunched in a wince, I press against her clit once more before I pull away, watching her body follow my tongue.

I push her against the door, her hips meeting metal. Maya cries from the pain, as she squirms.

“The more you move, sweet girl. The less of me you get.”

She stopped her hips, allowing me to mold my palms to her curves as I get off my knees, and pulled her flaccid jaw to my lips, forcing her to taste her arousal.

Maya kisses me back, but my lips crush her own, my other hand, the one that’s not fondling with the point peak of her breast, snakes down between us, my breast against her own peaks makes it hard for my own desire to be hidden.

My girl will not taste me tonight, but when she does, she’ll know,

She is all mine.

And I am her's

My fingers find her wet cunt, as they slide at her entrance, forcing her to open for me again. My lips conceal her moans as she bucks her hips, taking my fingers with ease. I watch and hear them slide into her, my eyes wide open as we kiss.

I pull away, as much as it hurts. Maya likes my words, in time, she will love them but knows she needs them to get her over the edge.

“You getting close, Maya?”

“Yes, Nat- Please.” She sounds almost breathless, the red on her cheeks more visible than it was in the Cafe.

“You can do it, come on.” My pace speeds up, sliding in and out of her wet cunt, she meets every pull with a buck of her hips, and when her breath hitches, I know my girl is right there.

“Cum over my fingers, hun. Show me how much you want me-”

With that, My girl makes a beautiful mess.

🥐

I wake up to Natasha's intense green gaze, and I swear, every time I see them, I fall in love with her a little more. She cocks her signature coy smile, and when I see it, I can only think about her lips between my thighs last night, ordering me to come.

She tucks a stray hair behind my ear, her fingers running smoothly over my jaw.

“Good morning, you"

[purpurskyetch]

Hello, just clear out my bio's.

--My name : Pur Skye(OC name)

--Nickname : Skye/Purpur Block-

--Fav Food/Drink : Cookies, Ice Cream.

--Social Media :

Facebook --> Chunii_Chan

Youtube --> Chuni_129

--Main OC :

~Chuni (Mascot OC)

~Pur Skye

~Mocha

~Monna

~Mint (Author OC from GL2)

--Fandoms :

◇CountryHumans

◇OrganizationHumans

◇YTMCI

◇Viva Fantasy

◇SolarBalls

◇Robocar Poli

◇BoBoBoy

◇Sprunki (don't mind 'bout that)

◇Genshin Impact

--All AU's

>CountryHumans AU

>OrganizationHumans AU

>[CH]PKI-PKH Netherlands Family AU

>Viva Fantasy AU

>YTMCI Assasin AU

>SolarBalls Hide and Seek Labyrinth AU

>Robocar Poli x OC AU

>BoBoBoy AU

>Sprunki AU

>Genshin Impact AU [also]

>TMH x Genshin AU

About my AU's

Note : Some of my AU's not having the character yet in RL 'cause im lazy making it. Some of them have a video about it on my YT. Some of them also have a full story and its still stuck on my head. Im now want to make a fanfic for my Robocar Poli x OC AU.

[CountryHumans AU]

All about Indonesia's origin family relationship with each other. And also indo's relationship with the other countries in ASEAN family and in EU's Family. The story not clear though.

[OrganizationHumans AU]

About realtionship beetween The Three Blue i call it, ASEAN, NATO, and EU. In this AU, they all bestfriends in the past, then there's a war beetween EU and NATO and make them seriuously injured and almost broke's their friendship. ASEAN found it later and makes him worried about them on the future. Story? Not clear.

[PKI-PKH Netherlands Family AU]

Its related to my CH AU. PKI and Netherlands have a relationship in the past, as cousin. PKI have a brave sister named PKH. PKI's Family and the Netherlands Family are lead from a close royal friends . Because of the commun1st issue, Nether's Father choose to kill PKI's father, his own ~friend~ in front of his two child whatching from afar. Then PKH takes revenge for her father, but failed and got sh0t in her head. PKI choose the path his sister choose, and got the same fate. [The story not clear, but its already loooong, i will make a post for this if not lazy.]

[Viva Fantasy AU]

Just about Azre's angst with his friends and family, and then he choose to sacrifice himself for his friends and 'family' sake. In the end, he reincarnated as the same from his past human form, found by a boy kid from Marvel's decendants.(The story its clear, but have different ending, this its one of them).

[YTMCI Assasin AU]

Its about relationship beetween assasin and detective. Its inspired by DarkIce origin story on Facebook. The Assasin in here its Azre, Nelson, Henry, Kevin, Nevin, Ara.

The Detective are Marvel, Rafel, Malik, Alvin. In this AU, Alvin and Nevin are close siblings who uh...Dissiparted in the past? I dunno to say so. (The story on my head its already sooo looong and began to became four or fifth season at least- and the YTMCI here are many and i cant count-)

[SolarBalls Hide and Seek Labyrinth AU]

Its about Relationship of the our Solarsystem family. And also there's many of my SB OC's here. Two of them are Venus ~best~ friends, but what Venus didn't know at sometime is his friends are get hypnotised and became crazy. They chased Venus until three of them fall to a insane labyrinth, make by a crazy Planet Witch that likes to hypnotised and take lifeforce of planets to make him more powerful.(The story its already have its ending, but the middle of the story still awkward though.)

[Robocar Poli x OC AU]

Im working on the fanfic now. Just clear Chapter 1 yesterday. Its about my OC, Wint, Stacey, and Charsey and their 11 Robotic-Ninja go from their world to the Robocar Poli world, using a 'powerful' emergency rocket. But before that they go to another world and another again, and making a big helicopter for easy go. (The story still not clear, but already have its ending.)

[BoBoBoy AU]

About relationship beetween Hali and his siblings. When Hali doing so much things to make his siblings feel safe even he is see as a coldhearted, but his siblings not give so much care about him. (The story not end tho, and the AU's just a little bit different of other BBB AU about Hali and his siblings.)

[Sprunki AU]

Its about Cyan, Tunner, and Jevin relationship. In this AU, Jevin have a big family make by his siblings because they originally not having father or mother, just a figure of them. Cyan are Jevin long lost siblings, due to Cyan clumsyness and being found by Tunner. Tunner adopt him and Cyan sees him as his new father figure. Its it turned that Tunner and Jevin are close friends in the past, when Tunner still in his cowboy phase and Jevin still not losing his family. (The story already clear, but as the SB one, the middle its awkward.)

[Genshin AU]

Its about Baizhu's angst with his family and master, and Diluc and Kaeya angst. Not much, the story still in the beginning too.

[TMH x Genshin AU]

TMH it a YTMCI series i want to make. I just make a few script of them a months ago. The charachter in there not also YTMCI but Genshin too. And also some of powerful gods, but i lost all the info and images i make for this in my first phone. So sad, but i still remember a piece of the story on my head. The genshin char in there are like reincarnation or dreams of their origin in genshin? I dunno. They are : Aizhou from Baizhu, Y??? From Hu Tao, Chiaki from Qiqi, ??? From Yao Yao, Xian(?) from Xiao, and Chio from Ayu(one of the NPC on Baizhu SQ), i forgot half of the names huhuuu~

That's it, the loooooong info about me, hope you enjoyed it ehe. If Chunii on Facebook calls you Chunivers, then Pur Skye on Tumblr call you Skyevers! See you all!

[seasidesquid]

what r ur characters like... fun quirks/habits im so yurious...

(also love love love ur artstyle+character designs gyaru eight mightve nearly landed me in the hopital from an overdose of peak)

hehe yurious.. AND THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 🩷🩷 im glad u love kaiolani!

umm i havent posted many of my ocs. And i have a lot.. so ill just hand you the habits and quirks of the ones i posted.. im so sorry for how long this took me btw. i was gonna answer this, and then i got Busy..,, and then after i was done being busy i GOT SO SICK SO NOW IM LIKE OKAY. FIRST OFF I WILL NEVER ANSWER AN ASK THIS LATE EVER AGAIN PLEASE TRUST ME AND I AM AGAIN SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK.

Anyways.... your answer.s.. are finally here. I have a lot of ocs so this will be. a read. to say the very less.

infodump under the cut!

okay. i will begin with my fav ocs.

Jabari Mishra! (my blind boy!)

jabari is rly funny. hes rly eccentric too. his habits are basically touching everything. hes blind.. lol! he likes to feel his surroundings. his quirks are silly too. as for those, he likes to stick his tongue out when hes thinking, or make a really conflicted expression. he also tends to crinkle his nose and make silly faces when expressing himself. hes very emotive! likely to make up for the fact that he doesnt really know what he looks like to others, so hes trying to make it clear as day how hes feeling. he very much is an open book with his emotions. he also likes to mess with his boyfriend (rico) often and other people too. He also has a bad habit of scratching his arms to stim and whatnot. he chews the inside of his cheek often and he also sometimes picks at his skin. ..youd never know this, but hes very insecure about his looks. his eyes constantly being closed is a habit of his too. even though hes blind, hes perfectly capable of opening his eyes, he just prefers to keep them shut, partially due to the fact that he has light sensitive pupils, and partially due to the fact that he thinks it makes him look mysterious. he also tends to be a messy eater. not because he's blind though, he's always been a messy eater even as a kid. rico guesses its because he has poor hand to eye coordination .. or that he just likes it when rico wipes his face for him. who knows. nonetheless, hes not allowed to eat any foods with sauce.

Rico Aguilar! (my fauxhawk boy!)

OH MY RICO.. HOW I LOVE YOU. hes really funny. rico is a hardass until you ask him about his siblings or family. threaten him by saying youll tell jabari hes not doing something for you and he is folding instantly. love him. he has a bad habit of speaking spanglish a lot, and he also has trouble realizing how loud he is. he also is always chewing on lollipop sticks and toothpicks, he has a really bad chewing stim habit. he chews on his tentacles (which is why theyre split at the ends) and his hands, nails, shirts, cheeks, and other things.. hes also always chewing gum. he has a necklace too, but its a discreet chewing stim necklace that he never takes off. he also grits his teeth at night. his other quirks are that hes very deathly allergic to shellfish (despite loving shellfish, lol) and certian tree nuts, namely walnuts and almonds. unlucky. He isnt allergic to peanuts though. He makes great fun of hasa for that (hasa, rico, and tango are all brothers!). he's also got an irrational fear of trampolines and drains. He also hates rollercoasters, and he cant stand falling dreams. He also hates bugs. hes basically that "i hate being a man. 'can you go check that noise, im scared!' MF IM SCARED TOO" image LMFAOOO he looks like a hardass but at the end of the day hes literally just some dude. also certain phrases from the military wake him up instantly and he just sits straight up before he realizes hes not in deployment anymore. then he gets mad at you. this quirk also applies to tango and hasa. rico also has a super short temper, but its less like genuine anger and more like "he fell for the ragebait" anger. hes easy to anger lol

River (Karin) Kensa! (my agent 3!)

River's quirks are silly. first off she didnt really go to school, so she learned all her words from.. boys love mangas and manhwas. she has a stellar vocabulary but she doesnt know a lot of simple words so she'll be describing her day and then suddenly start talking abt her mood in the way some really stupid looking twink from a bl would and its like Wow Okay River. she also knows a bunch of super campy, trashy yaois and if you showed her a panel from a random one she'd be able to tell you exactly which page its from and the name of the yaoi + the name of the character saying it. she's a fan of bl but she would never like a man like that. i love her. shes funny.. shes also allergic to walnuts and carrots. river also is just missing an eye so sometimes she'll use it to scare people if they make her angry. river also is an extremely picky eater. shes also a very clean eater, she never needs a napkin. Kind of like those mukbangers who never make a mess no matter how messy a food they eat.. she only eats tuna, salmon, shrimp, crab, scallops, rice, seaweed, edamame, and cucumbers. marie has tried to make her eat other foods infused with some of her favorite safefoods but shes always able to taste the slight differences no matter what. .. she eats like a bird basically lol. she also has a rocking back and forth stim and a lot of vocal stims. she tics sometimes too. River also has a brain tumor on the side of her chemical burn, so the entire left side of her face is numb, including her tongue. her entire left side of her body also has very delayed reaction time, so say she moves both of her arms. her right arm moves normally, and her left arm moves significantly slower, like, 5 seconds slower. it also sits lower than her right arm. ill draw an example of this one of these days, but her left side is really weak. shes deaf and blind in her left ear and eye! she needs a rollator to get around. she retired from agent duties to become captain after octo expansion. more quirks of hers are that she has difficulty telling tone when talking to people, and she has funny speaking patterns, like she speaks too fast a lot. she also has a very very low pain tolerance!

Kaiolani Mililani! (my agent 8!)

kaiolani is a gyaru! specifically, she's a himekaji gyaru! Kaiolani talks like a brainrotted tiktokker. think camie utsushimi from bnha. that kind of brainrot. shes really.. fascinating. she also has the humor of a 12 year old boy but when shes actually being super serious, she can be very sweet. she has a killer fashion sense, she could style nearly any outfit and it'd look incredible. her dream is to be a model! despite her behaviors, kaiolani is a very very sweet girl. she loves jfashion and she LOVES cute things, specifically animals, music, and clothes. she considers jabari to be her sibling, as they live together and they both consider marina and pearl to be their parents. shes very cheerful! shes also very positive. many people would think she'd be more depressed or down about everything she's gone through, but surprisingly, (and thankfully!) shes very much happy and living her best life! whenever shes going out, she always dresses up jabari in super cute clothes. i never mentioned it prior but she and rico dress up jabari. hehe. kaiolani also tends to make jabari or rico hold everything whenever shes shopping because "ladies shouldnt have to hold heavy things!" (shes joking ofc, jabari and rico r always happy to hold her stuff lol) shes also those kinds of girls who like to say "im just a girl.." to everything. girl dinner girl math literally everything girl lmfao. shes rly funny i Loove Herr! she also really likes ice cream. her favorite flavor of anything is always strawberry. she also likes lemonade a lot, and really loves boba tea. shes also allergic to red40, and has a slight mobility disability. fun fact; shes also very strong. she loves to show off her strength!

Waai "Swivel" Lao! (my skater lady!)

waai is very silly! (IGNORE HOW IM SAYING THIS ABT ALL MY OCS LMFAOOO) shes a street artist and she loves to vandalize things. lol thats lowkey illegal but its okay. she likes to collect trinkets for her boyfriend, but her favorite trinkets to collect are probably tin cans, pins, shiny pebbles, sea glass, soda can tabs, and small glass jars. she also likes to collect ramune bottle marbles and the marble that comes in spraypaint cans! waai is also a selective mute, only really speaking if shes annoyed enough or surprised enough. she has a really strong and loud voice, too, and shes super high energy. she emotes with hand gestures and facial expressions and little vocal stims consisting of various sounds, never words. her hat also is a comfort item and the ears flop if she presses the puffballs at the end of them.. its her stim toy essentially lol. she also likes to pout her lips in protest. she also can do fortnite dances really well lol and shes a pretty good streetdancer. waai is an incredibly talented rollerblader! she was inspired by gum jet set radio.. she also i unfortunately dont have her as developed as the previous ocs.. the same applies to the ones after her T_T

Hassan "Hasa" Anaya! (my neo agent 3!)

Hasa.. my Hasa.. Hasa’s a skater boy! he met waai that way. he likes street art and collecting various things. he has a collection of glass bottles and bottlecaps, and he enjoys collecting ornate glass cups and other things. he just likes to collect stuff! hes kind of like his gf in that way lol. He also likes finding silverware and other things. sometimes he takes home silverware from restaraunts and other things. because of him, none of the silverware in his shared apartment with his brothers are the same design 😭 its ok though. hasa likes to be outside all the time, and do street art with his gf! some of his little quirks consist of him having some pain stims, he tends to scratch at his skin and pick at his scabs a lot. he does have some stim toys that are sharp that he does use! he also does have a chewing stim and stuff .. Oh and he also has a severely sensitive stomach. Like so sensitive that if he eats specific foods, he pukes them up. But on certian days, he can eat the same food that made him sick and feel nothing, so its kind of odd for him. he has to eat a really limited diet, but otherwise hes okay. i dont remember what the condition is called.. but ill remember sometime. Ill definitely add more to this when i develop him more because hes unfortunately my least developed oc of mine ☹️ DONT WORRY. ill give him more stuff..

SORRY AGAIN THIS TOOK SO LONG. I REALLY HAD TO THINK ABOUT THIS ASK FOR A QHILE CUZ I DIDNT THINK OF MY OC’S QUIRKS AND STUFF FOR A PREEEETTY LONG TIME !!😭

i hope u like this.. ahh IM SORRY AGAIN!!

[meowonaise]

Hello! I’m the anon that was curious about your p3d process from before 🙌

First of all, tysm for such a quick reply and oml pluto soda mentioned!! Their tutorial was one of the first few resources I came across when I was first starting out. Their models are absolutely adorable! The cottencandy robot is my fav (the one with a pink and blue color scheme) However, as much as I love their tutorial, I did find that due to the character they choose having a hood on (i’m assuming) and the tutorial jumping forward sometimes, it makes it a little difficult to design the back of the model (the hair especially.)  The back of all my models looks like such a big mess cause of the hair haha. That’s why I was wondering about your workflow and how you go about making your models! Your shading style is super cute and i’d love to know more about how you pick your colours!

I really love this one model of yours in particular cause of the design of the face. (linked below, the one with purple hair) One thing I really like about your style is how you use shading to create depth and add more details to the design instead of adding a ton of different shapes (which given this is p3d we're talking about . . . oof the software would crash a dozen times)

-> For example: Teto’s hair + highlights in this model, and the design of her skirt is such a unique approach! 1) https://www.tumblr.com/meowonaise/757822097302110208/revenge-for-tomatolamp?source=share

2) https://www.tumblr.com/meowonaise/766338194550685696/paint3d-teto-for-teto-tuesday?source=share

If you feel comfy, pls do share your secrets! Or atleast a few hints as to how I should go about to achieve a similar result. Ty in advance

hi anon ^_^!! you mostly mentioned hair + faces so i mostly went with that!! hopefully thats what you meant!! also the most of it is under a read more because it got kind of long >_<

id say my process in making hair in paint 3d art is very similar to how i go about drawing 2d art if that makes sense. i block in my colors so after i draw the head ill start drawing the front bang, side hair pieces, and then back hair pieces. im not quite sure whats the best way to explain so heres tetos hair all broken up

it varies a lot from what character you want to draw but teto only has her front hair and pigtails so theres not too much going on with the back hair (i just colored in the back of her head, which is a sphere, with the marker tool)

for the maya fey plushie + a plushie of @/machamess's oc kapri sun the back hair is just one really big shape drawn out w the soft edge as well. which doesnt really look as detailed or have a lot of form to if you drew out and fiddled with a bunch of pieces, but it works perfectly for my purposes !!

^^ignore how crunchy these images are i moved computers and didnt transfer over my paint3d models so i had to screenshot gifs of them. but hopefully theyre clear enough!

and you can see there that on mayas hair the highlights are painted in!! which is also drawn in the same way that i add highlights to hair in 2d art. i think it makes up for the fact that their hair is completely flat and gives it a little depth!

but again it varies from the hair your trying to make!! like for example heres a model of mirabelle of in stars and time fame. unlike the other characters who all had straighter hair she has a kinkier hair texture, so her hair is comprised of spheres with her hairline being drawn in with a marker instead. it probably isnt very realistic but i think it works for a cartoony style with no textures ^_^

as for skirts i dont really have much advice unfortunately :( i made a teto model because i was thinking and i was like wait..... i could make tetos synthv skirt in paint 3d and then i did it. but its the semi circle shape with squares drawn with the soft edge! tetos design is a bit unique in that she only has 4 flaps in her skirt which could definitely apply to some characters but not all? but on the mira model her skirt is made up of long, almost triangle shaped slabs to get the pleated effect. theyre less squashed to get a more fluffy shape that i like to draw mira with ^_^

anyways i dont think theres a better way to go over this so:

the step by step tutorial part (for the face + hair)

heres the base for the headshot which is just a sphere for the face, semicircles for the body and ears and a capsule for the neck. theres not much to see for a full body model since its basically the same as plutosodas. were going to make this a gumi megpoid because i think her hair is fun to draw :) also i forgot to sketch it out first so i urge you to not be like me and sketch things out first.

front bang, done in light green for clarity

side bangs. here i start thinking abt the general shape, here i want gumi to have an exaggerated indent on her head so the side bangs are shaped as such. i also elongated her front bang to frame the face a little better.

side hair thingies! the closer ones around her ears are a bit sideways to wrap around her head a bit more. i also made her side bangs a bit bigger to frame the face better. theres a lot of shifting things around i realize!

back hair time! its just a really big soft edge shape. you maybe see the the hair clips into the back a little. well paint it over during the painting process! also i made her head smaller here.

extra stray bit of hair! ill move onto the painting now, but ill probably add and change more later.

ok so there is not really any logic i follow when picking colors. i just usually pick my favorite ones. for the dono model (purple haired character you linked) i color picked their colors from their reference (made by @/tomatolamp on here who also does really cool art!!!!! including 3d stuff!!!!!!) but ill try to explain my coloring style a bit ^^

as said before my painting process in paint 3d is nearly identical to my 2d art so heres a gumi really quickly done in clip studio. for blush, i always like to move the color wheel closer to the red/pink area, maybe make it darker for really pale skin, and use a darker/more saturated red to draw in the blush + imply a nose bridge. for highlights i always go for something that stands out against the hair color, which yellow is always a safe choice for but anything that contrasts nicely will work for me!

heres her skin tone all colored in. i also changed the lighting to the sand filter to be more pleasing and not so washed out and gray

blush + lines!

face!! i like to draw on the eyes and mouth with blue cuz i like to use blue lineart when i do it.

hair colors time!! i changed the hair to a more pleasing green and changed the inside hair to yellow and added highlights. i got the gradient effect by simply moving the color slider from yellow to pink with stopping in between to get the middle colors.

i decided to redo the back so that it doesnt have a top part so it goes into the head a bit nicer. i traced over the original back part to keep the same shape :)

clothes time ^_^ her goggles are 3 hard edge shapes (2 for the eye parts, one for the bridge) and 2 semi circles and her collars are soft edges. also i added sparkles in her eyes and redid for front bang bc it was spaced out in a way that bothered me (this could have been avoided if i did a sketch. dont be like me) (and also i realize now i forgot to re add the highlight. oops)

also added some more stray hairs to the back to add more texture!! here i also tried to make things a bit more symmetrical and make sure that nothing looks too off from the other angles. its mostly just shifting things around!

and there you have a full paint3d model!! shes still a bit messy on some parts so i would probably fiddle around a bit more if she was a full model but thats the gist of it. if i skipped over anything or you still got further questions dont be afraid to ask :)!! happy paint3ding!!

[atomicpowered]

I've been a neutral lurker of vivzie for many years when she was still doing the zoophobia webcomic. The biggest issue with her storytelling is she's a huge OC collector. She likes to make a bunch and has phases of who's her fav. Unfortunately, this majorly effects the story since the characters lack a lot of development. The thing with her color choices too is that I think it's actually a lot better than her regular coloring style since at least the characters don't look jarring next to each other. I do believe she's had a dedicated hater following ever since she got somewhat popular on youtube. I remember several times people wanted to do a kiwifarms thread on her which never got anywhere. She has a bit of an abrasive personality and is stubborn but part of the reason her controversy list is so long is bc some people love to hate her (which her reaction to criticism is partly why) and will jump on any news that makes her look bad. Even before the shows came out, her fan base seemed full of drama so I made sure to steer clear when I watched helluva boss (which i dropped after a couple of seasons) I do thinks it's cool that she did what others couldn't and actually made not one, but two independent animated series when a lot of people didn't believe she could do it.

very fair, I know that fan stuff can seem overblown because of the black and white way people approach this kind of thing. I can tell from how she creates she's got a huge ego (nuetral statement, I do too its fine) and that can always make everything a lot worse. I have heard some heinous shit but like I said I don't have much skin in the game because like I said, I just watched it and that's it.

I could get into how I think the show does regarding race, sex, general lgbtq stuff, etc etc but in the Maslow's hierarchy of needs Rep is kinda secondary to if the show can walk on it's own feet. If dialogue and pacing and comprehension don't work then, frankly, I don't CARE if it has ace people in it! Do BETTER.

Like i said in my post, people who like to only eat easy to digest media often make for fans that act the ways you've written about