#my proof is that i'm very normal about my friends ocs

[mlepbean]

never worry about someday never obsessing over your ocs

because i will. i will obsess over your ocs. as much as you do if not more.

my proof? :3

[the-masked-ram]

Fics for Gaza

Here I am taking the plunge. I'm a small blog but fast writer even when it comes to my slower times. So might as well put it to good use.

Planning on joining this fundraiser run by @ficsforgaza and help make everyone happy with some content in the process. Here is my plan of action for my wip and donation costs.

To participate- please make a donation to a vetted fundraiser and send a screenshot/proof of your donation to me in a DM. PLEASE MAKES SURE TO CENSOR ALL YOUR PERSONAL INFORMATION. (internet safety and all that jazz). In the message also let me know what fic you are donating to and I will adjust expected word counts. These screenshots are merely for keeping things as honest as possible and will be shared with @ficsforgaza

-I obviously will not be taking the money myself. Please send it to one of the vetted fundraisers mentioned in the link below.

$5.00 per 800 words or a full drabble series installment

Link to vetted places to donate here!

More fundraisers here!

As soon as 50% of any of the fics are sponsored I will automatically start on them.

Drabble series-

Sweet and Sour- Ren Kaji x Fem Reader Drabble Series

Your the new girl in the city. You are tough, sassy, but don't know a lick about the gangs, and if your honest you couldn't care less. But something about Ren Kaji catches your eye. He may snap and bark like a feral dog, but you can see through it and he knows it too. Slowly, you become his sanctuary even though you are the one person he's most afraid won't accept him. And he thought he was past all that. (NSFW)

5.00 for full installment

Read Part One here!

False Immunity- Hiei x Fem Reader Drabble Series

Where Hiei learns the ins and out of human courtship. (NSFW)

Find Part One-Six on my masterlist here! 5.00 for full installment

Multichap Fics-

Flawed Hope- Astarion x OC (BG3)

Brit was a paralegal, someone who had a normal life and enjoyed what she did for the most part. Yet, the only true excitement she felt lately was when she played Baldur's Gate Three. A simple video game brought her more joy than her friends or fleeting romances. One night as depression crushes her she wishes to live one day in BG3. Her wish is granted, however the world of BG3 needs her far longer than her wish had originally intended. And the worst part? She does not get along with her favorite vampire in the slightest. (NSFW)

Read the first four chaps here! WC: 1961/4000

Falling for Frogs- Sebastian x Fem Reader (SDV)

You are game developer about to make their debut into the market. The world you are about to venture into isn't exactly friendly to those of the feminine persuasion and as such you have flown under the radar using a masculine alias online. After a complete mental break down at a very important convention in Zuzu you realize you need to get away from the city for a bit so you can finish your game. Your best friend who runs a farm in Stardew Valley invites you to come stay with her. However as you stay there and get to know the locals, you realize the cute boy you saw at the con is her neighbor. What's even worse is he remembers you and just to add salt to the wound, he's one of your Kickstarters. (NSFW) WC: 309/3000

Read the first three chaps here!

The Unseen and Those Forgotten- Dabi x Fem Reader (BNHA)

The age of the Greek gods is long past. Dabi is one of the few left, his name in the ancient days had been Hades. Now he skulks among the humans, as a deity at half strength. With the old gods dying, the new ones have taken control of the humans’ feeble minds. There is a storm on the horizon though, quite literally, the end of days is nipping at mortality’s heels and the key to unlocking Kronos’s resting place, the only creature strong enough to put a stop to the apocalypse, is you. Sadly you have no idea what part you will play, after all, you are just an office worker who has an affinity for plants.... WC: 0/2000

Find the first three chaps on my masterlist here!

The Hellebore Rift- Hayato Suo x Fem Reader (Wind Breaker)

The town of Makochi has changed and so have all the gangs within it. Gone are the days of allies and rival schools. Gone are the days of delinquents battling for top spots and coming home with happy smiles from good fist fights. Now the world has been ripped apart by rifts that tear the very dimensions in two, spewing forth gigantic blood-thirsty monsters. It has forced the gangs to protect only their parts of town from everyone. Even the civilians, even those they once called friends. With those rifts and monsters, humans were gifted with powers, yet everything good always comes with a fall out. You are one of those few, blessed with the ability to Guide, to save those Espers from the toxicity that their own powers created within themselves when they protect their parts of town. You live in a small section Makochi outside any of the gangs control with a scant few Espers to call your own… or well you did until the day Hayato Suo found you. WC 313/2000

(Chapter one just started)

Oneshots-

Dog Park with Megumi (no title yet)- You don't have dogs but you find yourself at the dog park everyday because you can't have pets. That's where you meet Megumi Fushiguro (NSFW)WC: 0/15000

A Bouquet of Deadly Thorns- Hanahaki Soulmate Gojo x Fem Reader

The world now is riddled with the phenomenon known as soulmates. You don't know yours but before you can even think about finding them, you must get rid of your growing feelings for Satoru Gojo, the only problem is they've grown suffocating and you've started coughing up blood and flower petals. (NSFW) Current WC: 3590/8000 donation additions: 50.00- 8k words

Tetsuro Kuroo bar night (no title yet)- The first night you meet Kuroo he was celebrating with his friends who'd just won their volley ball game. You were drinking away your sorrows yet again from another shitty date. Fate had a funny way of making you forget things when he gets dared to make a move on you. (NSFW) WC: 0/10,000

My name in your mouth- Professional Poker Player!Suo Hayato x CardShark Fem!Reader

Suo Hayato is well known in the gambling circuit, he strikes fear in all his opponents. Terrified that they will lose all the winnings and perhaps even worse to him. You however are a dark horse, a rising star lurking in the shadows among the tables, and you have the arrogance to back it up. You take Suo on and surprise him in more ways then one. But he's desperate to wrest back control from you and the rising sexual tension between the two of you gives him the perfect excuse. (NSFW) WC: 0/7000

Single Drabbles- 5.00 for a full drabble

Jo Togame festival day (sfw) - Link

Jo Togame the baths (NSFW) - Link

Nobara/fem! reader (jjk) (NSFW) shopping day, in the dressing room

Himuro tatsuya/male! reader (knb) (NSFW) pining, street ball rivals

Seishiro Nagi/gn!reader (blue lock) (SPICEY (not full nsfw)) comfort, lazy day, reuniting after long distance for a while

Sebastain/fem! reader (SDV) (nsfw) phone sex

Astarion/male!reader (BG3) (NSFW) dry humping, semi public sex

Suo Hayato/fem!reader (wind breaker)(NSFW) overstimulation

[reverie-obsessingtime]

Why I think Sparkle is a maladaptive daydreamer coded character and who it plays part into her character as a whole: from a maladaptive daydreamer (and a character analysis)

(Ok folks, this turned out rather long so get your popcorn and water at hands reach!.....trust me.)

Hi!!!! :,D This is my second post here and it feels like it's been a decade but here I am again haha...

This time I'm here with something I'm more confident in exploring as, I myself, am a maladaptive daydreamer! :,)

And because of that Sparkle hit me like a TRUCK and her MADD (mal. daydreamer for short) coding makes me love her and go insane about it at the same time.(it means a lot to me ok?😭)

Sooo I'm here today to expand and shine light on it to the rest of the masses as there isn't much appreciation for Sparkle (which is understandable cause she is a character not everyone can savor) and I feel like her maladaptive daydreaming can help understand her way of thinking.

comments, reblogs and likes are VERY much appreciated if you would like to see more of my billion cents and share with others to further show me support :,)

if you have any disagreements, corrections, different opinions or such that you would like to discuss I'm always open to further discussions as I would love to receive back engagement with these posts (as long as it is in good manners)

Enough talk from me though, let's get into it already:

What is maladaptive daydreaming?

Throw the google definitions out the window, let me give you a gist of it from someone who has it:

it's a coping mechanism turned addiction that can develop from loneliness or trauma (it is also common in people with ADHD). It helps you deal with the current reality you are in by offering escapism but it differs from normal daydreaming because it becomes maladaptive (as the name suggests).

What that looks like is being addicted to escaping reality through it by daydreaming, which can make you want to trade time forming human bonds, hanging out with friends, doing tasks you should, even taking care of yourself (etc.) with daydreaming. Most of the time you don't even need to do it but daydreaming is so much more fun and entering than ur current boring life that you keep doing it anyway. It can isolate you and make you lose touch with reality (from one degree to another depending on the individual).

But people with MADD DON'T ACTUALLY BELIEVE IN THEIR DAYDREAMS. They KNOW they aren't real. Some might willfully want to believe in them but at the end of the day they know it's all made up. If you are a MADD but get serious delusions about it you might want to check more into that cause something is overlapping.

Maladaptive daydreaming is MUCH more immersive and vivid than normal daydreams (what can I say, practice makes perfect🤭). Some MADD will stim while daydreaming in various ways that have to do with whatever they are daydreaming for enhanced immersion (some will pace around the room, some will make facial expressions, some will catch themselves talking, etc)

The daydreams each differ from individual to individual and can be classified in multiple types, some make OCs while others imagine a different version of themselves or make a character similar to certain degrees to them.

We are very much fictional-stories-makers nerds no matter to be honest

Now that we got the explanation out of the way:

Why do I think Sparkle has MADD?

🎇Proof number one: her character story IV

..... *POINTS AGGRESSIVELY* like?? COME ON!! (my "she is just like me fr!!!" moment and what made me want to make this whole post)

Ok, ok, let me try to be serious about this 😮‍💨

Analyzing this alone:

"It's truly addictive to me" maladaptive daydreaming is a behavior that is addictive to the individual (du uh)

"The more I imagine, the more I get absorbed in those characters" Getting absorbed into your daydreams (and it being addictive) is a core part of MADD and what differentiates it from normal daydreaming.

"the wonderful and tragic situations I create for them, and the emotions they experience in those circumstances..." Here, Sparkle is talking about the characters she makes and how by acting them and playing their roles and their stories, she enjoys herself and is entertained by them.

From my perspective, Sparkle is an individual who finds the emotions of others and how each reacts put in various situations, fascinating, entraining and enjoyable to witness, observe and ponder on more than an average individual.

Which I think is something all of us MADD, writers, OC makers, character analyzing enjoyers and fic writers can relate to ( "no"? ok. now tell me your OCs tragic backstory come on~ come on~ ik you have one. No? Ok then tell me through what psychological horror you want ur fav to go through~ Ik you know that you want them to get tortured by the writers at least just a tiny bit....I know what you are.)

🌸Further more quotes from her character story IV:

"Lies? Come on, I'm not trying to tell a grand story or fabricate an eye-catching experience... I'm wholeheartedly exercising my imagination for my own sake. I imagine various lives, seek excitement, and then recreate them as best I can, and pump the brakes on my imaginative balloon just a second before it bursts."

.... genuinely what do you want me to say honestly, that's SUCH a MADD to say, pls reread how many times it takes to get it. Everything in that is just PEAK maladaptive daydreamingness. Genuinely I don't have anything to add that won't sound like "Water is H2O and 2+2=4" 🤷

"Seriously, having a script is far from enough. First and foremost, I must wholeheartedly believe that the character I'm portraying truly exists. Then, I need to imagine the other stories where the character would appear. I always need extra information to make their motivation logical and emotional."

Sparkle seems dedicated to portraying, grasping and understanding her characters by IMMERSING herself into them as much as possible. Going the EXTRA mile, such as imagining other stories they could appear in, making herself believe the character TRULY exists and informing herself about them to portray them the best.

Which, again, all writers, OC makers and fic writers who actually give more than two dice about their character can relate to as we want our characters to be most accurate and well written and for that we do all Sparkle said.

The "I must wholeheartedly believe that the character I'm portraying truly exists" strikes a chord in me because it's such a ??? NON MADD ARE NOT THAT DEDICATED TO IT JSJSKSJ THAT'S SUCH A MADD MILDLY CONCERNING BUT MADD THING TO SAY SKDHSKSN IK WHAT YOU ARE!!!

OK OK.

I can hear you going "but she is an actor, it's just part of being an actor". Ok Sherlock, but Sparkle is not your average actor. Case and point:

Sparkles love for the stage of acting and how it ties into her MADD:

🎇Who is Sparkle an actor for?

Herself.

Saying "she is so matriculated and dedicated because she is an actor" is only half way true.

Sparkle's love for acting and her maladaptive daydreaming are things that can coexist at the same time. (just like being a writer and MADD for ex. (yes, some of ur fav writers could have been MADD))

Which got born from which? We don't know but both are proof of how much she loves the other.

("But you said MADD develops from trauma or loneliness" YES!! And we still have no real idea about Sparkles backstory but ik damn well a "normal" person with an average fine life doesn't end up like Sparkle.)

(Also no, her character stories 1,2,3 and be at most half trusted as she says she makes them up for each individual both in her char. story 4 and a voice line.

They could either be total nonsense or parts and truths of her past but altered/heavily exaggerated and metaphorical. Pick ur fighter tbh.

"There are a few versions that are particularly popular." "Liking and believing are two different things, but people are more likely to believe in their favorite stories." "Lies? Come on, I'm not trying to tell a grand story or fabricate an eye-catching experience... I'm wholeheartedly exercising my imagination for my own sake."

She is basically toying with everyone who asks including the player for her own amusement and, honestly? Iconic.)

🌸She acts for her own entertainment.

Wealth, status, power... None of this matters to Sparkle. The only thing that can lure her interest is "amusement". (from her twt intro)

Her doing all this. Immersing herself into characters so deeply. It's all for herself and her own enjoyment. Just like MADD is for us and our own enjoyment and entertainment.

Not to be the greatest actor or for others recognizing her. In her introduction on twitter, she says: "I'm not exactly a person loaded with cool skills, and dreaming big isn't really my thing." Which says enough to contradict such ideas.

Yes, some MADD might go on to become writers or actors but some don't. And those who don't could still want to improve their characters FOR THEMSELVES because that will bring them more enjoyment, because they love what they do and their characters for one reason or other and want them to shine like they see them could.

🌸Sparkles elation is acting and MADD.

Elation: great happiness and exhilaration.

What makes her feel elation? Acting. What is her heavy immersive acting that is all for herself to feel elation intertwined with? Maladaptive daydreaming ✨

(wow, shocked, ik)

Sparkles Myriad Celestial Trailer: Behind the Curtain

Next, I want to talk about both her Myriad and Character Trailer through a MADD lens, starting off with her Myriad Celestial Trailer:

What struck a chord in me with it is her "conversation" with her mask. What is her mask really representing for her? The way I see it: it's her MADD and also, Sparkle.

At first she says it keeps on smiling even when she doesn't and that she can hide under it. While in reality we might not be able to smile all the time. Escaping into our daydreams through characters who can helps. The use of a veil to describe it can also be interpreted as choosing to hide your true emotions from yourself and others through emulating a characters happy emotions and state of mind.

Second, she says the mask imitates her face, her emotions, like a mirror showing her own reflection. When writers come up with characters, some might be similar to them through a degree with or without the creator even realizing. This can happen to MADD more since we are creating characters for ourselves and its a coping mechanism so emotions seep through unless we make a character/s that we want to share with others. It's also a way you can understand and grasp yourself better. In this particular setting, I think she means how through some characters she acted as (made by others) herself and emotions shines true,like that character and her acting were a mirror.

Third, it takes a darker turn, "when I'm smiling, you're screaming. When I'm angry, you're crying. When I'm sad, you're smiling". This could be her MADD taking a tool on her.

"When I'm smiling, you're screaming" like when you are content with reality but your addiction's screaming at you to be noticed, like an icky who wants to be scratched. The urge to do it despite not needing to.

"When I'm angry, you're crying" This is her "mask" empathizing with her, weeping for her anger and understanding it like no one else could.

"When I'm sad, you're smiling" this could be the situation from the first instance, but it takes a darker turn so I think the "mask" smiles because it knows that her sadness assures its existence.

Addiction is dependent on your sadness because you do it to comfort you through that sadness. Her acting and MADD is both her addiction and her elation.

From Sparkles tone, she might even be surprised at how, despite her deep sadness, the mask can still smile.

"You're like a face, steering at me" she says at the end. It brings back in mind the imagery of a mirror/reflection. But instead of a reflection, it's a different reflection, still a reflection, but not.

It reminds of when I see characters being depicted as steering into a mirror and they are smiling but their reflection reflects how they truly feel inside (emo ik)

I think that's what it's supposed to mean. Your true self steering at you, it's uncomfortable and penetrating.

Or maybe it's a blank face being unsurprised or just lacking any emotions or maybe the face itself is empty waiting to be drawn on an expression.

It's a very vague sentence, and I don't want to pretend like I 100% understand the meaning behind it, because it can be interpreted in very different ways and only an explanation by the one who said it can give us a sure answer. Maybe it's something we can't even understand with the info we currently have on her.

Overall, she holds positive feelings about her mask but she also recognizes it's kinda fcked up but she still chooses it at the end of the day for the elation it gives ("I am elation" ok girl.)

🌸In this section, I also want to come back to her:

Oh who is she?🎶~

Actually? Good question! :D

I think it was Sampo who commented that Sparkle's name is probably made up (which du uh)

But that is fascinating as well.

We see this girl at first in her trailer looking soft and innocent, nothing like the more.... eccentric person we know today.

If you look closely, she DOESN'T have the butterfly/flower(?) symbol in her eye at the start but she DOES at the end. Which to me represents how she and Sparkle were separate at the start.

"It doesn't matter how I am off stage.

When I'm on stage, I'm just Sparkle"

With the end of this video, this whole thing might be made up go, but that would be too pointless and annoyingly stupid so I'm inclined to believe she isn't fckin with us in this one. (for the most part)

That said, it seems like the girl Sparkle was before was performing for her love of acting, her madd, and for the audience.

But as time went on, doing all of this for an audience over and over lost its meaning (and probably drove her insane a little)

"When I realized that life was just a play, I wanted to leave the stage.

Because off stage, there is a even bigger stage"

Her acting, madd and elation shapes her way of seeing life and others. Why confine yourself to a stage when you can take yourself and your characters to the big stage of life itself and have fun with it the absolute bonkers way you want?

She is very much a Shakespeare truther, as he put it:

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts."

That's how her acting made Sparkle see things (to an extreme )

🌸Another thing is this scene:

"Im.... I'm not Sparkle

No, I am Sparkle"

Both in her Myriad and Character Trailer, she is actively conflicting with herself.

In this moment. She shows opposition to "Sparkle". The physical constraint is interesting imagery as well. Maybe she feels trapped by "Sparkle"? Like "Sparkle" is against her? Why is she? Because she doesn't allow her to be Sparkle(/herself/her true self)?

She separates herself from Sparkle at the start but becomes her after and laments that she isn't her than at the end, and only then, her eyes have the same symbol this big eyes have in the back (Sparkles) eyes and she becomes Sparkle.

Which, um, IS SO INTERESTING!??!?!?!

I think at the end, she gives into her want to be Sparkle and fully embraces it. Fully embraces the path of elation.

And I don't think Sparkle isn't her. I think it's still her, just more free, unrestrained version of herself that doesn't hold back when the rest of society those.

Think like how different someone with social anxiety disorder is when they feel comfortable with summon and lets out their weirdness for example. We hold back on many actions because of societal perception but she stopped giving a fck and WILL set up a hundred "bombs" on a ship to fck with people for her own amusement.

Seeing life as a stage comes with seeing the absurdism of if all and choosing to stop giving a sht and have your own fun and entertainment. Play the roles you want to play instead of playing the part.

🌸As for my take on this part?

Yeah, maybe the whole thing wasn't her true backstory, but I think it's not 100% false either. Or maybe it is and she sees it as her playing another role. The role of her past self how is so so different it's her own character at this point, right? :))

It sure was more realistic than all the other stories going on in the background (like come on, Harry Potter, Sparkle playing Herta)

"Who is the real Sparkle"

Maybe the answer is all of the Sparkles are Sparkle.

Am I gonna elaborate? Mmm, nope. :)

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*cracks knuckles* OOOOOKKK this turned out quite long Jesus (never put me to write something about a fictional character in a few paragraphs, that's physically impossible for me)

Don't worry though, I'm probably gonna make a part two soon 🙃 (analyzing her Character Trailer, her design, her in game animations, who knows what ales, etc etc~) (no we are NOT done, we. are absolutely. NOT done.)

Soooo can you tell how much I like Sparkle? She lives rent free in my mind actually.

There isn't enough talk about her more deeply despite how MUCH there is to ponder on so I have to take it upon myself to do it 😮‍💨

If you made it here..... will you marry me?🥹💍

NAH NAH NAH JUST KIDDING 🤭

But if you did then thank you for giving me the time of day and I hope this post spark(l)ed some curiosity and interest into this little hedonistic gremlin! :D

(also no, I don't ignore, justify or support her racist remarks)

I do these posts mostly for myself but someone else to respond back is really nice! :,)

Ok, I'm signing off for this one. See ya in part two 👋:)

[libbytwq]

hey can i be sappy for a moment, i feel like getting a thing off my chest (positive vent)

I love you all in the SMG4 Tumblr community so much. Y'all are absolutely epic and amazing and so creative and just. chill.

I've always been so nervous about joining set fandoms/fandom communities, cuz usually the community is huge and overwhelming, toxic, scary, crazy, and the idea of being in those communities and interacting with people in those communities and being in there not just to post a dingle fanart from it and dip, but to help be a big part of the community and whatnot sounded... overwhelming.

Then I slowly began getting super hyperfixated on SMG4, much more than I usually am, leading me to post more about it. Fanart, things I notice, goofy theories... more than just me saying a couple things i like about it, posting a fanart, then moving onto something else.

I started kinda just exploring the SMG4 tags and gradually, I began recognizing most of the people in this community more and more -- recognizing art styles, etc. I noticed how small a community it was.

And it was a mostly chill community. I wasn't really seeing much drama or questionable things, maybe some criticisms about the show or theories or whatever, but nobody was at each others throats. Plus, the fan OCs were super neat.

I had begun posting more and more SMG4 content, drawing fanart, their OCs, and the fact people were so just... chill and welcoming about it was so nice. It wasn't nearly as scary -- we are all just vibing here. Most of the artists you look up to will probably see your work, and give it attention too.

It feels super strange to be considered an SMG4 Tumblr artist, having people literally enjoying the things I make and making things for me when they make things for SMG4 fanartists... its honestly super surreal. But so so exciting and euphoric.

Cuz yall are so awesome!! Yall make my day so bright. Yall are the best.

I'll be honest, when I first was slowly being a part of the SMG4 community -- sometime right after summer vacation began -- I had been dealing with some petty but difficult irl person issues.

I don't want to get into it too much, but I had basically messed up in a pretty bad way (enough to make me feel bad the moment I did it, but not enough that we couldn't move on and mature from it), and the people involved were hurt worse than I thought they were, and instead of trying to talk it out they resorted lying about being my friends for months before school ended, and over summer break, tried to cancel one of my Scratch account and drag my followers there into drama that they had no business being in, for the simple reason being "you don't deserve all that fame".

Despite their attempt at trying to cancel me not really working out very well, it very much affected me negatively and made me very very scared about using Scratch again. I still post projects there sometimes, but i felt weird when i do it. I felt like those people were watching my every move, waiting to try and drag me down again. It felt so strange and scary to feel like the people I once cared so deeply about are breathing down my neck, waiting for me to make another wrong move and add it to their proof of why I'm an awful person.

It sucks ass.

The SMG4 community here on Tumblr, despite none of you knowing I was going through anything at all, you all helped a lot. Just existing.

Being a welcoming community that I feel safe to be silly and normal in.

I've never been the best at expressing appreciation, but let me just say:

I think of you all so highly and I never want you to change.

Keep making silly art. Or fanfics. Or AUs. Or OCs. Or whatever you like doing in this tiny close-knit fandom.

Keep doing everything you're doing to make this community mean so much to me.

❤️❤️❤️

...this sounds like im leaving the community,, IM NOT I just wanted to get it off my chest cuz ive been experiencing the emotions™ yknow, sorry that its not like my regular posts lol, im not gonna post like this much LMAOOO

TL;DR: yall are fuckin awesome please keep being awesome forever and ever ily bye

[lizardperson]

oc tag game <3

the awesome @dellamortte tagged me [here] and because i never pass up an opportunity to ramble about my idiots... *cracks knuckles* also i'm gonna cheat and talk about TWO just because i can :D

tagging: @twiggies-draws @clit-eastwood-spicy @ladyunderthemolehill @dragkingandreweldritch (no pressure tho obvs) and whoever feels like doing this :D

mika & gabriel as of current Dark Lights, Shine Loud status (chapter 11)

[art credits: lelelego / noxious-fennec / grozat ]

General

Name: mikaela jacobson (actually has a middle name but would rather die than tell it to anyone)

Alias/Nickname: mika. she *hates* her full name and only a handful of people actually know it. brat and menace also work as nicknames of course.

Gender: tomboy

Age: 32

Place of Birth: chicago

Spoken Languages: english; spanish relatively fluent

Sexual Orientation: very

Occupation: social worker

Favorites

Color: changes daily, but definitely ~colorful~

Entertainment: anything music (making, writing, listening, concerts, dancing)

Pastime: music, hanging out with friends, sex, running

Food: basically everything - loves most foods, loves trying out new ones, couldn't name a favorite dish

Drink: energy drink (all of them), coffee (order: dead eye, which is 3 espresso shots in a normal coffee, with no milk but an obscene amount of sugar)

Books: not a huge reader, but if she had to pick one then probably alice in wonderland

Movies: (sneakily adding this myself lol. in no particular order, and yes i have definitely overthought that) death proof; mars attacks; the boat that rocked; tropic thunder; across the universe; the men who stare at goats; rocky horror picture show; scott pilgrim vs the world; almost famous; boogie nights; legally blonde; yes man; wayne's world; napoleon dynamite; moulin rouge; lilo & stitch; the thing; dude where's my car; various jackass movies

Have They…

Passed University: yes but it took a while. has a ba in sociology

Had Sex: so much

Had Sex in Public: definitely, more than once

Gotten Tattoos: lots

Gotten Piercings: both nipples, and a bunch of ear piercings

Gotten Scars: a few from various dumbasseries

Had a Broken Heart: no

Been in Love: little miss demiromantic... definitely madly in love with gabriel by now (but wouldn't admit that ofc), other than that not really. bunch of crushes tho, but more in a horny way than in a love-way.

Are They…

A cuddler: huge. overall a very physically affectionate person with everyone. no sense of personal space.

Scared easily: no. fearless (dumbass)

Jealous easily: nope, not at all

Trustworthy: yes

Family

Siblings: no biological ones (that she knows of), but considers her foster brother aaron her real brother. met when they were both 12 and have been attached at the hip since then. also has a million other foster siblings, with various degrees of closeness

Parents: mother jess, had mika at like 19, died when mika was in her late teens. father unknown at this point, according to jess it was some drunk one night stand. foster mother charlotte morrison ('mrs. m'), mika lived with her since she was 12. died last year.

Children: currently none

Pets: always lowkey kinda wanted a dog but never got around to it

General

Name: gabriel l. wallace

Alias/Nickname: 'that old man', but of course only mika calls him that. will correct everyone who tries to call him gabe.

Gender: cis man

Age: 50

Place of Birth: some small town not far from portland maine

Spoken Languages: english; some rusty french and spanish which he has been meaning to brush up eventually

Sexual Orientation: straight

Occupation: lawyer (criminal defense)

Favorites

Color: black

Entertainment: books, music

Pastime: reading, spending time with people he likes, swimming, various other sport stuff, music

Food: doesn't really have a fav dish, but generally likes a lot of mediterranean food, lots of fish. pretty open to trying new things

Drink: water, some type of fancy whiskey

Books: seven pillars of wisdom (th lawrence), a lot of classics/'top 100 books of the 20th century' stuff - nabokov, joyce, steinbeck (doesn't care for hemingway tho). guilty pleasure: old detective/noir novels, the pulpier the better. mika makes fun of him for that.

Movies: would probably answer "none", but actually it's casablanca and various other bogart movies

Have They…

Passed University: yes. law school and all that.

Had Sex: yes

Had Sex in Public: probably got talked into something semi public by mika at one point or another

Gotten Tattoos: no

Gotten Piercings: no

Gotten Scars: a few, but none that have a meaningful story

Had a Broken Heart: yes, when he and kat 'restructured' their marriage

Been in Love: yes, couple times

Are They…

A cuddler: only with very selected people, but then yes

Scared easily: no. unshakeable.

Jealous easily: no

Trustworthy: very

Family

Siblings: none

Parents: marlene 'marly' and allan, both dead. there's a whole tragic backstory here.

Children: none, unless you count the baby that died during birth when he was in his 20s

Pets: none. he doesn't want any.

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[noblelightfighter]

Pairing: Crosshair X Oc (Novali)

Word count: 3,391

Note: I barely proof read this. I'm so tired but I want to get this posted before bed 😴 sooooo yeah

Warnings: sfw, Sibling teasing, and a fake moon with a canon planet

Now I would say this is a typical enemies to friends story, with one person hating the other, then both hating each other, then circumstances force them to save each other and then begrudgingly become friends, but then halfway through there is a beach episode gone wrong mixed with a dream episode gone horribly wrong which made the friends become closer, with more events pushing them together and then this story turns into a friends to lovers story. 

That sounds typical, and not my kind of thing.

I figured it wouldn't be.

…But how does it start?

Pardon?

How did they meet? How did this story begin?

So! About fifty years ago there was this guy named George Lucus-

NONONONO! This Story!

Hahahaha! I couldn't help it! Okay Let's start there….

It had been a few weeks since the Adventure on Idaflor had taken place, and the Bad Batch were on their way to Ord Mantel when a new mission from Cid came to them. An Old Republic Senator wanted plans that an Old Separatist was trying to sell to the Empire so that the Empire couldn't use them.

“Your target is Victor Reeshe,” Cid’s holo cracked as they flew through hyperspace, “a Pantorian with great connections to members in the Senate. He's trying to sell weapons to the Empire that could destroy starships very easily.”

“Now this is a mission I can get behind on.” Echo whispered to Hunter, who nodded in response.

“I'll send over the information, and I hope you boys have some other enhanced skill,” the all flinched, “‘cause you're gonna need it.”

“What do you mean by that?” Crosshair sneered.

Cid snorted, as if to contain her laughter. “I'll let you find out for yourself.” The holo ended, leaving the batch in a tense state.

“Do you think she found out?” Wrecker asked as he scratched his head.

“I highly doubt it.” Tech said. “Due to our hosts being very protective and secretive with who they were lodging with, and with silencing our enemies when they did find out, it is unlikely that anyone knows of our new enhancements.”

“Except the singing part,” Wrecker added, “She probably knows about that.”

“Probably.” Hunter concurred. Thanks to a certain boy and dragon, they could all sing very well now. Much to their embarrassment. That was one enhanced skill they didn't know that they didn't want. But the other enhancements that they acquired…. They were all given the option to keep them with the risk of being hunted by more than just the Empire, with the understanding that they wouldn't be able to use them but live full lives as normal nat-borns, or they could lose them and go back to have accelerated aging. There were pros and cons to each, and in the end they all chose to keep their decisions to themselves for safety. All Hunter knew for himself was that he wanted to keep his family safe. And he left it at that.

“Maybe that's why she was holding back her laugh?” Omega piped up. Seeing Cid laugh was weird, and she guessed that the only reason why Cid would laugh and make that comment would be because she got word of them singing.

“Looks like it.” Echo frowned at the information he was looking at. “Victor is going to be making the deal at a singing contest on Reecee.” He showed the blueprints and it was not ideal. There were going to be over a thousand people at this party and the room he was going to be in was heavily guarded. “From what the record shows, the only ones allowed back there are the favorite singers from the contest. And surprise surprise! They're all female.”

Omega hopped up, “That means I can do it!” A chorus of “NO”s sounded off in the ship from all five men. Omega's scowl almost looked like Crosshair's. “Why not?! I can sing and I'm a female!”

“The Phantom.” Crosshair hissed at her. There was a blimp of fear that flashed in the girl's eyes as she remembered the four-armed giant on Idaflor. “Those men could be like him. You're not going.”

“Hunter!” Omega pleaded with the oldest brother.

“No.” He didn't have to think long on that. Crosshair made an excellent point. There were too many men at these parties who were a little grabby. “We'll figure out how to get in there without risking you.”

“Now that we know what our objective is,” Tech swiveled in his pilot chair, “we'll have to gather up supplies and refuel before heading for Reecee.”

“And where will that be?” Wrecker asked with a glint in his eyes. He was probably thinking about food.

“The moon of La Harkreus that orbits Takodona.” Tech punched in the coordinates. “It's a neutral system and full of refugees from the war, so we can blend in most effectively.”

“Oh yeah! Now we're talking!” Wrecker tried to lightly punch Tech in the shoulder, but he still managed to almost knock him out of his seat, earning himself a side glare.

“I'll be taking a nap if you need me.” Crosshair got up and moved back towards the bunks.

Hunter and Omega both looked at him, then at each other, then back at him before Omega followed the youngest brother back to the bunks. They had noticed since The Intervention happened, he had been more withdrawn and melancholy, despite the fact that he had been at the healthiest point of his life. He refused to talk about it though, only getting a grunt or hum whenever someone brought it up. So, Hunter had tasked Omega to look out for him in case he decided to say anything about it, and she had yet to report anything. But Hunter did notice that Crosshair’s mood seemed to perk up whenever it was just him and Omega, with her telling him stories of their adventures that he missed with an exaggerated flare here or there, or she would ask questions about being a sniper and everything that it entailed, or learning how to clean weapons. Today it looked like it would be a shared nap.

Crosshair climbed into Tech's bunk and layed down on it and was slightly startled when Omega climbed on him and laid down on top of him. “What are you doing?” Omega shrugged with a hum. He pushed her off and turned towards the wall, only to feel her back pressed up against his. “Tch! You're annoying as Wrecker.”

“So you like his cuddles too?” Omega piped up.

He could feel her smirk. And he couldn't help but smile. “No.” He lied.

“Hunter was right. You're a bad liar.” She giggled.

There was an icy pause.

“So. What has our brother said about me?”

Oh no. Omega tried to flee the bunk but Crosshair wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back in with a gleeful shriek. 

“Spill you little spy!” Crosshair attacked her ribs mercilessly.

“Hahaha! Noooo!” She laughed. 

They landed at the spaceport on La Harkreus with Tech and Echo working on the ship while the rest went to get supplies and food. The place was rather open and not as stacked up as other worlds were, resembling that of a more populated Saleucami. They got what they needed for the journey and we're about to head back to the ship, but Wrecker wanted to see a specific restaurant on the way back because of how it smelled.

“Please Sarge!” He begged. “Just a quick bite of food!”

When Hunter was about to protest, Tech commed him with some news. “It appears a creature of sorts made a residence inside the ship and chewed on some wires and filled the space with debris. This will take some time to clean up.” 

“Do any of the wires need to be replaced?” Hunter asked.

“Unclear at the moment. I'll keep you informed. Please remain on standby.” Tech ended the conversation with a click, and left Hunter with a excited Wrecker and Omega.

Hunter pinched his nose. “Ugh. Fine. Let's get some food real fast then leave.” As the former two ran off in the direction of the restaurant, Crosshair took the remaining supplies from Hunter with a snide look. “Problem?” Hunter nearly growled out.

Crosshair only shook his head. “You've definitely gone soft.”

“So have you, thanks to the kid.” Hunter chided back.

“Tch!” Crosshair rolled his eyes as he left for the ship, but on the inside he was smiling. He really did like the kid. She was a ball of light and energy in their dim ship. But he knew what she- or they were doing. And he wasn't going to unload on her and tell them of his inner turmoil. Since having his chip removed he's been feeling the guilt of all that he has done catching up to him, and there wasn't a person whom he felt comfortable enough yet to talk to about. Maybe Hunter, but he felt like it was too soon. What he really wanted was just peace. A peace to squash out his guilt so that he didn't need to bring it up. And there were three people who really embodied it, and now they're all gone to a different world entirely.

Crosshair made it back to the hangar with the supplies in town and Echo paused from his work at just seeing one brother. “Where did the others go?” He asked, with a bit of worry in his voice.

“To get food.” The sniper shrugged.

“But we had a detailed list of food to purchase already?” Tech popped up beside Echo, covered in webs. “Any more excessive spending and we're going to have to cut supplies again.”

“You don't want them to have fun?” Crosshair snided as he loaded up the supplies with Echo's help.

Tech shook his head. “That is not the point I'm trying to make and you know it.”

“Well how long do you need to clean the webs?” Echo asked.

“Given the nature of this creature and how extreme the pattern is, I can only guess a few more hours.”

“I'd say that's plenty of time to eat food then.” Echo shrugged.

“So you'll leave me to do all the work?” Tech scowled.

“No.” Crosshair wiped the webs off his brother with a cloth. “You're going with us.”

“Don't be preposterous! There is still work- ACH!” Tech didn't have time to say anything else as Crosshair threw Tech onto his shoulders and began to carry him out of the hangar.

“You! Haven't! Eaten! Since! Yesterday!” Crosshair emphasized with each step.

“Crosshair put me down!” Tech tried to remain balanced but he felt Crosshair about to give out from under him and decided to jump and both ended up crashing to the ground.

Echo shook his head. “I don't know if I miss this or not.”

They made it to the restaurant in one piece, but were almost run into by a server who was scurrying about with a tray of food. She caught herself and the food expertly by doing a hop and then apologized. “Sorry ‘bout that! It's a crazy lunch rush today!” She skipped off to a table, “Welcome to Victor's Kitchen!” She yelled her greeting as she dodged a few customers and delivered the food before going back behind the counter to grab more.

“Well, this is lively!” Echo commented. The restaurant was nearly full of different aliens and people enjoying their food and each other's company, so it was surprisingly difficult to find the other three. But they found them right by the door in a corner booth, just watching them.

“Took you long enough!” Wrecker laughed with Omega giggling next to him. Hunter looked smug but also relaxed. Something about this place was putting him at ease.

“Well you could have said something!” Crosshair grumbled as he climbed into the booth, only for Hunter to shove him out again.

“You have to go order first then come and sit.” He nodded towards the counter. Crosshair groaned. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

“What are they offering here?” Tech asked.

“Mostly soups and sandwiches.” Omega answered, then held up a number. “We're still waiting on our food.”

“Order 42!” Came the sing-song shout.

“We’re over here, be careful with the food!” Wrecker sang back.

“Now you're catching on!” The girl from earlier came rushing over with a tray of their food. “Two sandwiches and a bowl of soup?” She placed them down on the table.

“Yes ma'am!” Wrecker thanked the lady along with Omega and Hunter before she nodded curtly in acknowledgement before bounding away for the next order. “I like this place!”

“Same!” Omega concurred before digging into her sandwich.

“I suggest you three go up there and order before you can't.” Hunter nodded again.

Crosshair squinted at him suspiciously. “You're in a cheerful mood suddenly.”

Now it was Hunter's turn to shrug. “Something about this place feels familiar.”

“Like a home.” Omega spoke with a mouth full of food.

“Omega.” Hunter warned her.

“Oops.” She covered her mouth.

“Let's head up to the counter then.” Tech said.

The three of them made it to the counter behind two other patrons when Tech and Echo began to argue over Tech's eating habits. “Did you seriously not eat since yesterday?!”

“I have noticed an increase in weight in my physic and wished to eliminate it.”

“Are you saying you ate too much of Nara's cooking?” Echo smirked.

Tech's face darkened. “I'm saying I have put on some unnecessary weight that could hinder my ability to perform on the standard level of clone physics.”

“Just say you liked her cooking.” Echo chided.

“And you still didn't eat enough!” Tech tried to throw back at the Arc trooper.

Nara. She had a strange sense of peace about her that felt almost tangible and it help with Crosshair's guilt. What he wouldn't give to feel that again. And then it hit him. This place felt like The Cabin. Safe, warm, and peaceful. No one here seemed to care about six new faces.

“I can take who’s next!” Called the familiar voice. Crosshair looked up and saw the girl again behind a register waving at him. He moved towards her and gave his order of a half sandwich and a small bowl of soup. “Sounds good! Your order number is going to be 66.” She beamed up at him as she handed him a card with the number on it. He flinched at the number and he saw her smile falter. “Is something wrong?”

He shook his head. “No.” He reached for the number but she dropped it back on the counter and reached for a different one.

“How about 68?” She held up the different card for him to take, and he felt himself relax. He nodded his thanks and she nodded back, her frizzy light brown hair getting into her face and sticking to her forehead, despite the fact that it was mostly in a braid. She handed him a cup unprompted before she heard a bell and then left the register in a flash to grab the next order. Crosshair slowly made his way to the drink station. Something about her seemed familiar. “Order 49!” She sang out.

“Well about time!” A different customer called back playfully.

“You just ordered, it'll be fine!” She playfully fired back. 

Crosshair stuck a toothpick in his mouth as he watched her bob and weave through the crowded restaurant with a smile on her face, singing under her breath. He went back to the corner booth and Hunter finally let him sit down. “How long did it take for you to get your food?” He asked.

“About ten minutes or so.” Hunter wiped his face with a napkin. “See those men over there two booths down?” Crosshair tentatively looked over his shoulder and saw the men. They were covered in skeleton tattoos and scars, but we're chatting with an elderly couple next to them. “And another group left before you showed up.”

“Order 51!” The girl cried out again. 

“Now it's time for fun!” A different customer sang. 

Crosshair felt like he was going to get annoyed with this. But he saw that she went to the table with the men to give them their food and rushed off again.

“You're relaxed because there are so many people here with similar tattoos,” Tech answered, “Meaning that we blend in with our surroundings, and because we look different from the- uh- others,” Tech caught himself in time with a nod at Echo, “No one can report us.”

“Exactly.” Hunter nodded.

“And yet you still chose the corner booth closest to the door.” Omega added. “Why?”

“We're still not sure who is friendly and who is not.” Echo answered her. “And if a situation arises, we can make a quick escape.”

“Ahh….” The girl looked around and studied the room. “Well they all seem friendly so far.”

“You're still naive.” Crosshair pointed his toothpick at her. “Anyone can appear and act friendly only to stab you in the back later.”

“I trusted you, didn't I?” Omega reminded him and he paused.

“Order 56!”

“Throw it, you can't miss!”

The server made a nervous laugh. “I have before and I won't do it again!” She gave the man his order and ended up going by their table to throw away trash before dashing away again.

“I don't think that one can.” Wrecker pointed back at the girl as she made her way through the restaurant with more food. “She’s friendly and silly like Tore, but has Nara’s calm energy.”

Tech frowned. “Of course you would bring those two up in the conversation as well!” He pulled out his data pad and tried to ignore them.

“What?” Wrecker threw a napkin at him, somewhat confused. “All I said is that the little server reminds me of Tore and Nara.”

Crosshair made note of what Wrecker said and watched the girl. She called out each order with a song and the customers usually responded with a call in a rhyme for some reason, unless she knew where the customers were and just brought them their food. She hopped and danced like the minstrels, was constantly singing something either to herself or when serving food, and sometimes she would bow dramatically with the food held out as if she was addressing royalty. When she did finally bring out his food, he dreaded her singing it outloud, but she just brought it to him.

“Soup and sandwich my good sir.” She waved her hand before bowing dramatically again.

Something about her energy was soothing him, like how Nara's and the blue dragon’s used to, but seeing it coming from this energetic woman was somehow amusing in his mind. He scoffed at her performance, and he saw her flinch. Oh. She did not take that well. Hunter nudged him under the table.

“Sorry about him.” Hunter apologized to her as she straightened. “He woke up on the wrong side of the bunk.”

The girl scratched her head nervously. “Ah, well that was me yesterday, so I guess you caught it from me?” She voice pitched as she backed up. “I-I’ll see about the other orders then.” She turned on her heel and quickly marched away. Taking that soothing energy with her.

She can sing.

She can perform.

And there seemed to be a well spring of peace coming from her.

“Crosshair?” Are you okay?” Hunter asked him.

“She's the one.” He answered.

Hunter was confused. “What do you mean?”

“She's going to be our singer.”

“You mean to ask Novali to sing for the contest on Reecee?” Tech asked.

“What was that?” Crosshair looked back at his goggled eyed brother.

“Novali's her name. Have you looked at her name tag?” Tech studied Crosshair with an uncomfortable gaze, making him shake his foot in nervousness. Tech shook his head.

Crosshair looked back at the girl and saw her being silly behind the counter while she waited for more food to arrive. No one seemed to be in line now. “Maybe. Might as well ask her.”

“It never hurts to ask.” Omega piped up.

No, it never hurts to ask. But what if Novali says no? Crosshair thought.

@clonexocweek

[emithetraveler]

Hi, before I start, i just wanted to let you know that:

The first oc, is one that I created a while ago (and truste me,the original design wasn't that "good",it was.... very SIMPLE)

So.... I decided to redesign her (and probably I'm going to have to do A LOT of redesigns since I want to post all my Ocs here!!)

Ok enough unnecessary explanation, let's see the ocs!!!!

Name: Samira

Region: Sumeru ( specifically from the desert)

Birthday: 17/08

Vision: Geo

Weapon: bow

More information:

Samira was born and raised in Aaru village, she is A year older than her younger sister, Mirannya!

A Paternal ancestor of hers came from kaenri'ah shortly before it's destruction!

The marks on her body hove to do with her weapon and her vision, and it is a "tradition" in her family for those who received a vision and became masters of a specific weapon ( in her case the bow )

She's a dancer ( that kind of makes her known to Nilou, right?)

(Sorry for the little information about her, I haven’t completed her story yet)

Now, the next and last Oc of this post!

Name: Mirannya

Region: Sumeru (desert)

Birthday: 10/05

Vision: Dendro

Weapon: polearm

More information:

A little different from her sister in terms of birth, she was not necessarily born in Aaru village, in fact she was born during her parent's trip to an unspecified part of Sumeru.

As I explained before she is a year younger than Samira, but the "ironic" part of this is that she celebrates her birthday three months before Samira ( so during this period she and Samira are the " same " age, until Samira’s birthday)

Well, l already explained her family "tradition" before, so I'm going to skip that part ( and I'm also skip the ancestor part)

Mirannya has a problem socializing with the people of Sumeru, and this has a bit to do with her ancestry, as the people of teyvat don't trust the people of Kaenri’ah (Kaeya and Arlecchino are proof of this),normally people think Mirannya is not trustworthy and so they stay away from her ( wich is the opposite of what they do with Samira, for example)

The only people she can consider friends are actually Her sister's friends, for example: Tighnari,Cyno,Nilou and etc.

She has a terrible sense of direction (ok I admit, I was a little inspired by Zoro) and always gets lost,ESPECIALLY in the forest,conveniently the only way she knows is from the Aaru village to the city of Sumeru and vice versa, she barely can remember the way to Gandharva ville ( she is also terrible At reading maps)

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OK, that's all, I Hope you like it!!

Note: English is not my native language, so I'm sorry for any grammatical errors)

[kurios-development-hell]

FAQ about Delta-Gambit

As I mentioned before, I think this post should clarify a lot of questions behind my project. If anything is missing, be kind to tell me so and I'll edit.

((05/OCT/2024 -- I'm going to unpin this temporally until I finish tidying up this post -- had a huge set-back IRL that will dent my ability to focus on the project)) ((15/SEP/2024 -- Still trying to catch up on pending stuff for my blog, now that I'm getting more confident with Ibis Paint on the phone and combining it with CSP, I'll be able to focus on doing some organizing on this blog soonish. After that I'll focus on the stuff I owe to other people 😳 (not 3D because I still can't buy a GPU replacement for my broken one, but at least I can draw picturs... if RL stops nagging me with their selfish requests) ((18/AUG/2024 -- I gotta do some cleanup in this post later down the month now that I'm learning how to handle better the blog's presentation by watching how other people do theirs. Please disregard the present mess until then.))

((05/AUG/2024 -- I think I should add some disclaimer here -- currently I'm working on the project very slowly due to several RL issues that doesn't give me enough spare time a day -- until I get a new tablet (now a new GPU) to work faster I'll keep posting sketches and other things that I can do on the phone and 3D renders of my AU and OCs of other people -- I apologize for the slow trickling of content on my blog and thank you for dropping by))

🔵 What is this AU about?

This AU branches out after a half-baked Pacifist Route in which the plea of Spamton has been ignored by Kris for too long. Everything else is as a normal Pacifist Route, but with a tasteful twist. The story revolves around Spamton mostly, but he isn't the sole protagonist of this story, as other characters come to prominence later on and get tangled in a deep conspiracy that puts all of their lives at stake. It's roughly a story about the lives of the Darkners in a Dark World more than character centric drama, but I get to weave a ton of narrative devices that so far is being loved by all my proof-readers.

🔵 Is this AU related to any other AU?

Nope. This AU was created without any knowledge about anybody else's AU in the past. In fact, I didn't know other people made theirs until I read about it and that's when I came to the realization that what I did was called as "AU" 👀 I started writing the prologue draft at the end of January 2024, but I did not make any contact with the fandom up until the end of March 2024.

🔵 Why you make so many experimental art not related to the visual novel?

Because that's my way of training art, and I'd rather pick my characters as theme and focus of my training than practicing with something else to be honest. I also need to practice drawing my characters more often so that I can stay consistent with the designs when I start to build up the visual novel in Unreal Engine 5.

🔵 Do you have any samples of the visual novel?

Currently nope, as I'm still in training, learning through an Udemy course a friend of mine gifted me to learn how to make visual novels in Unreal Engine 5. Until I get the script of the first season done, I'll not work on the visual novel, because it would be dumb to work on it and not have any complete chapters done to start sharing them.

🔵 Will the visual novel be free to play or?

The visual novel will be free to download, but of course, you can always give a tip of kromer if you think my work is worthy of it 😁

It will be published on Locals, Itch.io and on Steam (this last one further down the line because of how it must be setup and the $100 that costs to get a game slot on Steam).

I'd also upload gameplay of it on my YouTube and Rumble channels if you are more of watching others playing it than playing the game yourself.

🔵 You mentioned a "season". Is your visual novel split in seasons?

I thought about calling them "arcs" but then I settled with the word "seasons" because of how animated they are and visual-novel format is almost like watching a movie but with huge captions. I've enough material for 1 season (of roughly 12~15 chapters, depending if I need to split chapters more because of their length) and I have ideas for a Season 2 that can survive on its own up until Chapter 3, 4 and 5 of the original Deltarune comes. Then after we get more official Deltarune story, I'll be able to produce a third season.

(moved updates to a different post)

🔵 Why Spamton though?

idk, brainrot? My Spamton should be called DG!Spamton, to distinguish it from the original (or other Spamton in the fandom). Though both are similar (if not identical) mine has something that made a few Spamton haters to start to like Spamton. I don't know how to explain it… It just works ._.

🔵 How do you pronounce "Spwatchton"?

S-pwatch-ton

🔵 Are you a Spaniard?

Born and raised, and it shows in my odd way of writing. Hope you don't mind some typos here and there but I try my utmost to quash them when I see them 😅

Also and just in case, you may address me as he/him or they/them but since I'm NB you may use whatever pronouns you feel comfortable with 😉I love you all 💌 (in the most respectful way)

You may call me Spwatchton or Spwatch, we're not picky.

[montied]

Omg pleaseee tell me about your ocs, listening to people talk about their characters is my fave thing ever

AH hiiii

so. theres uhhh... lots. too many. nevermind its only like. nine. its perhaps an issue. whatever.

SO there is:

Francis

Yvonne

Irene

Anne

Robert

James

Audrey

Vivian

Nelson

I'll just do three main things about each of them so i'm not here for literally ever

Francis (last name is either Harcourt or Beaufort. i'm indecisive)

killed her husband because honestly he sucked

catches the tram which yvonne is often working on to her job at the ford factory

basically kidnapped as a child bc she's indigenous and that was the government's "strategy". that's a whole thing.

Yvonne Kennedy

tram conductress

about as normal as trams as i am about trains

she's chill unless you commit fare evasion. in which case she is Significantly Less Chill. this is partly due to not wanting to lose her job and partly due to her stringent following of rules

Sergeant Irene Lau (my belovedddd)

flight rigger with the waaaf

basically every new acw is terrified of her. not for any logical reason tbh. shes just strict.

the sort of person to get incredibly excited every time she sees a plane (despite literally working on an air base)

Anne Lau

Irene's 14-y/o sister

wants to be a journalist so badly

thinks vivian is So Cool and will do anything to help her

Robert

american marine currently stationed in australia

himbo, but you didnt hear that from me

he and nelson are very good friends

James

ran away from home to trans his gender. as you do

"helps out at the docks" allegedly. no-one has proof of this. what does helping out even entail.

weirdly mysterious + one of the only sensible ones here. well. occasionally.

Audrey!!!!!!!!

i love her but her character is literally entirely based off of vibes atm

loves a good trenchcoat (or a bad trenchcoat. any trenchcoat. hell, any coat)

Vivian Boivin

seems like she should be in a hollywood film.

doesnt have a "proper war job" because her parents think its not Ladylike. she is very salty about this. so she volunteers at the usmc canteen as a civilian and helps out on the same farm nelson works at despite not being meant to do either of these things. like. probably legally.

to describe her in one word? glamorous

Nelson (or Nellie or Addie, depending on who you ask)

land girl. part of the awla.

her family Has Money but differently to vivian's and irene + anne's. her father did Inventing and eventually that went well for him

chaotic mess tbh

anyway thank you for asking and uhh sorry for the really long reply lmao

also @dilfsuzanneyk here you go :3

[idiotwithanipad]

Era Swap Au: The Between

(During my Era Swap Au where my OC Amy is a blood relative of Humphrey and Sophie)

(TW: Mentions of abuse, scars, hallucinogenic tea)

- Set after Scars

Silver's breath caught in her throat. She thought she was prepared for the moment that her friend would yield and ask for the astral herbal brew, but in thruth, she wished it would be under different circumstances. Amy had knocked feebly at her complimentary chamber door looking the worst that Silver had ever seen her.

When she first met the young noblewoman, it was brief and yet deeply disturbing all the same. Like seeing a taxidermied animal, there is an outer shell which catches the eye, but within is just emptiness. Silver had known people with afflicted minds, but none quite so haunted and macabre as Amy Bone's. The old Amy who would rave and laugh and damage the very flesh on her bones was left far behind. In her place nowadays was just a normal, well raised girl of ten and seven. Cautious and bloodthirsty at times, but after her suffering, wouldn't anyone be?

Now though, Amy was sat trembling on a wooden chair, face reddened from crying and voice hoarse from horrific sobs. Her ebony hair loose and unseemly, strands had accidentally been pulled from beneath her French hood and left to fall against her cheeks. She could scarcely risk uttering words without hyperventilating and crumbling back into wailing cries.

Mary, apron held to her lips with a stiff hand, approached behind Silver, a saddened and uncomfortable twitch in her cheeks.

"Breathes, dear child, breathes" Mary encouraged softly, wafting a hand back and forth to aid the girl. Amy dabbed her eye with the back of her shaking hand an shook her head loosely.

"... Forgive me, forgive me, I- ... I'm making a spectacle of myself"

Mary shook her head pitifully, daring to give her a coy smile.

"Frets none, child. Thee be free to weep if thou needs it" Mary bent her knees, crouching beside Silver.

"But pray, tells what hath troubled thee so? Mayhaps we might assist?"

Silver nodded in agreement and tenderly rubbed her thumb along Amy's knuckles.

Amy paled further - if it was even possible - and her back seemed to curve. She bent forward, lowering her voice.

"Papa let that stranger examine me for scars. I wore only a mere shift before a man's eyes, that's disgraceful for a lady" Amy whispered feverishly. Silver blinked and tightened her grip around Amy's hand. Mary tilted her head.

"Be that not a stamp of thy Grandda's record? Proof of that which he hath dones to thee?"

Amy shook her head again.

"I could live with that, I'll get over it. It's the fact that- Papa let that happen when he himself carries scars inflicted by Grandpapa"

Mary stills, eyes slowly blinking.

"Would they not be given evidence also? Supposedly, Papa's letter to the Parish Constable regarding Silver's ordeal wouldn't stand on its own" Amy uttered.

Silver took a breath.

"I sees. Thou art disgruntled by that fact thy Da dids not stands with thee and present his wounds?" Silver hypothesized. Amy shifted awkwardly, giving a tiny nod.

"Partly. But, the main reason I'm in such a state- is..." Amy sniffled again, her teeth chittering.

"I lost my temper and struck him about the face"

Mary froze, as did Silver.

"I could count on one hand the amount of times Papa and I had a disagreement, but I've never before taken a hand to him. Never" Amy tired to plead, desperation rising in her voice.

"It was a mistake, truly! I'm ashamed of myself, who am I to take a hand to my own father?!" Amy began to twist the scarred flesh above her wrist. Silver reached forward and took both her hands.

"T'was a knee-jerk occurrence, Milady, shame not what does come natural. You shan't repeat it, I promise thee" Silver managed a gentle smile.

Amy's red eyes gazed into Silver's, full of imploring hopelessness.

"How am I to show my face to he or Mama again? I've made a mockery of our family name in the presence of a Parish Constable and acted so disrespectfully to Papa. I've known he had suffered, and I used it against him"

Silver's heart throbbed with mutual pain. She patted Amy's knuckles softly.

"Come morn, I is certain it shall be but water off a duck's back"

Mary gave a nod and stroked at Silver's shoulder proudly.

"I concur with thee, darling girl"

Amy's eyes drifted to Mary's.

"His Lordship doth boast thy name to many in this house, little'en. Take comfort in that thou is the apples in his eyes"

The apple of his eye? More like a rotten artichoke caught in his teeth.

Amy wiped a stray tear from her cheek as a quiet knock reverberated to their ears, causing Amy to freeze.

"Mary?"

Thankfully, it was Sophie's voice. Yet she sounded just as meek and unsettled as Amy, no doubt coming to let off steam with her new-found friend.

Mary scrambled to her feet and approached the door. Sophie gave a nod and a mildly relieved smile, a sorrowful arch in her brow. Mary smiled back with a bow.

"Milady, come sits thyself by the fire" Mary prompted sweetly, stepping aside and offering to take Sophie's hand.

Sophie greatfully obliged, but before she could take Mary's hand, her eyes landed on her distressed daughter.

"Aimée!"

Silver rose to her feet and stepped away, letting Sophie pull Amy from the chair and embrace her.

"Ne pleure pas. Je suis là" Sophie hushed, stroking at Amy's hair. Seconds passed before Amy pulled back.

"Mère...je suis désolé" Amy muttered, looking like she wished the ground would swallow her up. Mary and Silver kept their heads low respectfully, yet Silver's eyes glanced upward, keeping her vision on them. Sophie shook her head slowly and brushed Amy's hair from her face, planting a gentle kiss against her forehead.

"Ne t'excuse pas, tu avais peur, tout va bien maintenant"

Amy wasn't so sure that everything was fine at all; her guilt and shame was eating her up from the inside. Amy lowered her eyes.

"S'il te plaît, mère, pardonne-moi mon comportement terrible" Amy uttered.

"Et s'il te plaît..." Amy's throat caught.

"Dis à père que je ne m’attends pas à ce qu’il me pardonne"

Sophie brushed a hand over Amy's hair once more before throwing a glance over her shoulder towards the door, a look painfully clear that she had no intention of seeing him for the rest of the day

"Ne fais pas attention à lui, Aimée"

Amy's lip trembled again as she gave a tiny, obedient nod. Sophie slowly pulled her hands from Amy, a look of regrettable sorrow in her eyes, and headed over to Mary. The voices of the two women faded in Amy's ears as Silver approached.

"Thou is quite sure of thy choice, Milady? Thou wisheth to see thy angel once again?" Silver asked once more, just for confirmation. Amy scoffed, glancing up at Silver, remembering to keep her voice down with Mary and Sophie in the room.

"Not 'Angel', Silver. Ghost. He's a ghost" Amy growled.

Silver stilled briefly before nodding, just to appease her downtrodden Lady.

"Very wells... Takes me arm. I shall walk thee to mine and mummy's old lodgin's- and coach thee..."

Amy looped her hand into the cradle of Silver's arm, hand trembling as they descended through the house. Luckily, they'd not seen Humphrey in the halls; if they did, Amy would've dropped at his feet and begged with him to forgive her.

The little cabin was dim and held a musty scent from months of disuse. Amy waited by the door as Silver ladled a small flask full of the herbal tea.

"Be sures to warm this over a candle, will makes drinking it more bearable. 'Tis a most foul of tastes, hold thy nose if musts, but do tries to drinks it all"

Amy accepted the flask wearily, as if she was being handed a murder weapon. Silver placed her hand over Amy's.

"Retire as usual, drinks this and goes straights to sleep. Keeps thy wild man in thy thoughts as thou drifts off, t'will open thy mind to his presence. Thou will'st knows when thou hath reached the between realm, the mind will shapes it upon thy whims" Silver assured.

Amy nodded, managing a greatful smile to her only friend. Silver added with a sincere smile.

"I shall find him soon, I shall lets him know that he is to wait in thy chambers come nightfall so he may join thee in the between realm, and no matter what he may sees of hears, he is not to leave thee"

--

Nightfall. The moment of truth. Amy sat on the edge of her bed holding the metal flask over a candle on her bedside. Her tired mind strained and grasped to remember her memories of the ghost - who at the time - Amy had assumed was an angel, a lot like Silver. In accordance with Silver's instructions, she wracked her brain. The scant amount of memories she could readily recall were happy, jovial, but they didn't bring a smile to her face. Only instilled a deep, sour sting in her heart.

The flask began to grow warmer against her hand, alerting her from her daydreaming. As she leaned over the flame, the liquid within the flask had began to simmer. It's time. The scent was potent, earthy yet sweet, sour with undertones of herbs and spices. Leaning over the steaming flask to take a sniff, she nearly reeled back. Pressing the back of her hand over her nose, she knew it was too late to go back now; the ghost was probably in the room with her right now. She mostly just didn't want to waste Silver's time and resources.

The first sip was the easiest, at first, Amy could only taste the warm water and the soothing bliss of the Lavender and Rosemary. Then came the earthy Mugwart and bitter Juniper berries. Halfway through and Amy had to stop for air, and to hold off vomiting. Willing away the vile urge to wretch, she pinched her nose and threw back the last few heavy mouthfulls. With a cough and a splutter, she placed the now empty flask back on her bedside and ran her tongue along her teeth to clear away the residue.

In the eerie silence that followed her coughing, Amy glanced suspiciously around her dark room, almost expecting to see the apparition appear right before her. No going back now. Amy shuffled into bed carefully and settled down against her pillow, gazing into the candle, trying her best to imagine the ghost's face watching her from beyond the glow. Like when she was a child.

Her eyes eventually drift shut, unsure of how long she had been staring at the little flame. Yet, when she opens them again, there is no flame, no candle and no bedside. In fact, when she lifts her head from the pillow and glances around sleepily, all of the furniture in her room is gone, all apart from her bed. The room is stark bare, lit by nothing except the pale blue hue of the moon somewhere behind the foggy windows.

When she steps out from the bed, she doesn't feel the wooden floorboards beneath her feet, all she can feel is the soft brush of her white chemise against her skin. An impulse tells her to approach the windows. Upon reaching the panes, she wipes away the condensation, and to her amazement, discoveres that it's snowing outside. Flakes the size of ripe grapes fall gracefully past the windows and gather into a thick blanket on the ground below.

When she looks deeper through the weather, she notices two figures, one seemingly an adult, the other looking to be a toddler. They step and kick around in the snow like they haven't a care in the world, the smaller one practically spinning and floundering like a fish on land. Amy frowns down at them in bemusement; they seemed familiar.

"You remember that?"

Amy's knees nearly give way when the feeble and unsure voice breaks her concentration from the frolicking pair outside. She spins on her heel back towards her bed. Sat cross-legged on the foot of her bed, looking partly in awe and partly fearful, the ghost sits, watching her. His furs are exactly how she'd recalled them to be, a slightly unsightly and moulded beige, mildly greasy and tattered by weather.

For a moment, she is frozen, her lower back pressed against the windowsill, all movement rendered impossible for this brief encounter.

"Who are they? ..." Amy mumbled, a shaking hand fluttering to the window she'd been peering from. The ghost followed her hand, nodding to the window.

"You remember?... It you and me, long time ago" He clarified, his voice ringing with regret and longing.

Amy held her breath as she dared to take her eyes off of the man to look back out the window to the figures in the snow. But they were gone. No gleeful playing, no footprints left behind. The man's voice spoke softly from the bed again.

"Not there anymore... We here now"

The soft padding of leather wrapped feet brought Amy back to reality as she turned her head in time to see the man-creature had gotten up from the bed and began to approach her. His eyes gleamed with sorrow and hope, one of his hands risen forward, barely above his waist.

Amy side stepped and tried to inch herself away in trepidation, causing him to lower his hand, yet the hopeful and saddened shine in his eyes remained. She stepped back towards the foot of her bed.

"Stompy no need fear, it just me, Rogh. Remember? Rogh?" The creature asked, slowly following her like a desperate animal.

Amy's hand came up to hold onto her bedpost for security, hiding half of her form behind it, her knees trembling.

"Yes. I'm sure I do... " Amy mumbled, her eyes never daring to peel from him. He exhaled, carefully stepping closer. His eyes gazed at her for what would be - in any other scenario - an uncomfortable amount of time, like he was deciphering a secret or a code.

"Stompy not changed. 'Cept grown taller. Still have same eyes" He observed adoringly.

"Neither have you..." Amy admitted, eyes flicking down to his furs. Caught in her brief moment reflecting on their past, Amy opened up.

"You seemed- bigger, back then"

Rogh huffed, a pull in the corner of his mouth, nearly a bashful smile, but his eyes drifted down, shame plucking at his spirit.

Amy shifted slightly, reaching her arm out towards him. He stood still as an iron rod as he watched her reach towards him. With a trembling hand, Amy's fingers brushed against his furs, the tips of her fingers only slightly disturbing the strands. She pulled away in a flash and stared. With faltering breath, she staggered.

Rogh, on an impulse, lurched forwards and caught her arms before she could fall. Each stared at each other briefly, Rogh in shock that, finally, he was able to make contact with her, to feel alive again. Amy righted herself and pulled her arms from his hands, settling herself on the edge of her bed. Rogh's arms stayed out, as if he still held her, already looking like he missed it. Amy ran her hands down her face and resisted the urge to let tears fill her eyes.

"It okay. You okay" Rogh uttered softly, shuffling to approach the bed. Amy remembered her urgency from yesterday, her tone sharpening.

"No. It's not okay"

Rogh stilled, eyes flickering.

Amy glanced up at him, only for a second before averting her gaze, as though merely looking at him filled her with dread.

"How dare you-..." Amy muttered. Rogh brushed his knuckles along his furs and shifted awkwardly.

"How dare you act like nothing has changed. Silver explained enough to me to know that my not being able to see you anymore is none of our faults, but where were you all these years?"

Rogh's throat felt like it had been stuffed with dirt.

"I always with Stompy, not left, always stayed close... " Rogh explained.

Amy shook her head.

"No. Where were you-" She pulled the sleeve of her chemise up to her elbow, revealing tremendous scars and welts speckled along the soft flesh of her forearm from where the dreaded man had dropped hot candle wax and oil over her flesh.

"- when Grandpapa did this to me?"

Rogh stared at the wounds, looking like each one he laid eyes upon hurt him twice as hard as it did her.

Although un-ladylike, Amy pulled down the shoulder of her chemise and exposed her even more scared shoulderblade, twisting her back so he could see it.

"And this?"

She released her gown and pulled up the hem to her knees, exposing her calves, also damaged and covered with ugly scar tissue.

"And this?"

Rogh didn't breathe, only stared down at her legs, being forced to see firsthand the depth of anguish she'd been put through for years. Amy released her gown and pulled her sleeve back down.

"You knew it was happening. So why did you just sit there and do nothing? And don't give me any tripe about 'not being able to', you assisted my dear friend in her hour of need, which I am beyond greatful for-" Amy's hardened shell cracked.

"But why did you wait so many years to help me when you could've done so from day one?" It wasn't a question, it was a plead.

Rogh dared to step closer. Amy didn't recoil or glare at him, thankfully.

"Rogh tried. Really, really tried. Couldn't-" Rogh stammered.

"Every week you let a small part of me die" Amy cried.

Rogh felt the air leave his chest, like being kicked at by a great deer or charged at by a rhino.

"Only save Petite Lune thanks to horsie. If he not outside with Little Lordy Man, Rogh wouldn't be able to help, and Stompy wouldn't have friend anymore" Rogh explained, sickness and regret flooding his stomach.

"You couldn't do that before?" Amy challeneged.

"Not like Rogh could make horsie run inside house and get Stompy to show cuts on arm, leg and back" He explained, sounding like that was a last resort.

He sat beside Amy on the mattress, eyes staring down at his knees.

"Rogh was scared too..." He admitted. Amy laughed.

"You were scared? You're a dead man, what do you have to fear anymore? It's all over for you anyway!" Amy spat, causing the caveman to glance at her, hurt yet empty.

Appearing knocked for six at her own cold remark, Amy sealed her lips and looked down, a pitiful wince in her eyes.

"Didn't want see little Stompy get put in bad jacket and taken away. That what he say? Prison for mad people? That where Big Lordy Man take Stompy if anyone find out?" Rogh combatted, looking her right in the eye. Amy sat still in stunned silence.

"... I never told you that. That was after I'd- forgotten about you... "

Rogh nodded.

"You write so in book. I watch you write, I was right there"

Amy let her eyes wander off to the side as Rogh continued on.

"And most times Big Lordy Man would hurt Stompy was away from house. So there nothing Rogh could do 'cept see you come home more and more sick"

There was truly nothing the ancient spirit could've done to assist her. The evil man Amy, unfortunately, had to call 'Grandpapa' was even smart enough to evade the dead it seemed. Amy pulled her legs close to her chest, resting her brow against her knees with a shudder. Rogh glanced down at her, risking placing his hand against her back in an attempt to comfort her.

"You would've helped if you had the chance?" Amy asked from within the confines of her knees.

Rogh could laugh at how ridiculous that question was.

"'Course would! Rogh would follow Stompy anywhere! Would snap the hands of anyone who touch her off and throw them over fire!"

Amy lifted her head from her knees.

"Big Lordy Man would never get chance to hurt Stompy if Rogh had his own way. Would rather take Stompy and live in cave somewhere that let him hurt you!"

"I suppose you already received the news that he isn't coming back then?" Amy muttered. Rogh nodded, rubbing tenderly at her back, being careful not to agitate her wounds.

"Yes. Big good, now Stompy have nothing to fear"

Amy shrugged.

"I worry that he'll have some cruel trick up his sleeve. But until then, yes, I have nothing to fear" Amy dropped her legs down from the bed and wandered over to the windows again. Rogh watched her until she reached the panes and rose also, softly padding up beside her to look out at the still falling snow. Amy ran her fingertips along the damp wood of the windowsill.

"...I forgot how much I missed you..."

Rogh glanced to her, biting back a giddy smile.

"I see you every day, but still miss Stompy. All the fun we had. Remember when I teach you to draw Mammoth out there?" Rogh pointed towards the frozen lake. The memory managed to tug a smile from Amy.

"How could I have been so stupid to forget?" Amy rubbed her brow.

"I remember it now. I stepped too close to the river bank and the ice broke, in I went" Amy chuckled fondly.

"Mama was very cross that I'd gotten muddy water on my dress but that didn't matter, we had fun"

Rogh chuckled alongside her.

"Then we have to sit by fire all day so you not freeze. Little Lordy man have big heart attack when he see Stompy all wet and cold"

Amy's smile faltered slightly at the mention of her Papa. Now that one of her problems was solved, one still remained, the one that troubled her the most.

Rogh caught on.

"What matter?"

Amy turned to look up at him innocently.

"I made a grave mistake. In my anger yestermorning, I slapped Papa in the face. I was examined for scars by an officer, I knew that Papa had scars from Grandpapa also but he didn't show them" Amy admitted shamefully.

"He showed me off without hearing my pleads for him not to, I was angry with him, but- I don't know what came over me. I fear I won't be able to make it up to him"

Rogh blinked. He hadn't seen that part.

"Real? You really do that?"

Amy's breath hitched at the surprise in Rogh's tone; here was a man who had skinned countless animals and potentially murdered others and he was standing before her looking gobsmacked.

Amy nodded.

"It was unbecoming. I'm ashamed of myself, truly. What would it take for you to forgive me if I'd struck you in the face?"

Rogh paused, turning on his dad brain.

"Well..." He started, patting her back.

"If it me, I'd forgive in heartbeat if daughter go on hunt and bring back juicy meat to cook over fire.."

Amy glanced up at him in disbelief. He shrugged.

"Or if she come up and give me big, big hug" That was more doable.

Amy sighed.

"I fear a hug may not be enough, and cook dares not let me into the kitchen after that- incident with the cleaver..." Amy recanted, the grizzly memory of her almost removing her own finger with the tool.

Rogh tilted his head.

"Trust Rogh, Little Lordy Man will forgive. One big hug from Stompy and he melt, you'll see"

A brief speck of hope flickered in Amy's chest.

"Mayhaps if Silver accompanies me I can bake some tarts for him, he never says no to jam" Amy smiled.

Rogh beamed.

"Only if Stompy let Rogh sniff tarts first!"

"Only if you keep your foul beard out of the dough!" Amy quipped playfully.

The two laughed together briefly, before a jolt in Amy's heart nearly sent her to the floor. She yelped out, stumbling down slightly, Rogh acting in a flash and catching her again.

"Rogh? What's this? That pain, what is it-?"

Rogh looked towards the horizon beyond the window, an orange glow eclipsing the trees and glistening against the snow.

"Stompy waking up now..." He announced sadly.

The jolt again. Rogh gripped her tighter, refusing to let her go yet.

"Do you promise you'll never leave me, and Silver?" Amy pleaded, a glimmer of the little girl she used to be in her eyes.

Rogh cupped her face softly.

"Never"

Amy flung her arms around him, knocking him back slightly. A few seconds passed before Rogh could even register her embrace, but once he reciprocated, he never wanted to let go. Amy's legs gave way as a third jolt rendered her gasping and weak at the knees, leaving Rogh no choice but to pick the young woman up. He walked with her in arm over to the bed, bending down and setting her back on the sheets carefully.

"Wait..." Amy pleaded, clutching his hand. Rogh looked at her expectantly, like he was ready to oblidge with a potential promise she'd beg him to keep. Amy managed to raise herself on her elbows enough to sweetly kiss his cheek. He wasn't expecting that. Her head rolled back against the pillow, her eyes drifting as though she'd been given anesthesia.

"Thank you, Rogh"

The last thing Amy felt before she awoke was a pair of rough knuckles pressing gently against her brow.

--

Sharp breathing, pressure in her chest and tingling limbs. Amy felt a warm hand against her forehead as her eyes fought to open. The sound of the rooster outside caught her ears.

"Milady. Milady, hush now" Silver's gentle voice spoke from above her.

Amy's eyes adjusted to the early morning sun shining into her room, the light reflecting off of the furniture that was back inside in it's usual places. Silver sat on the chair beside Amy's bed, her eyes glistening with hope. Amy sat up slightly, resting on her elbows. Her eyes flicked to the empty flask she'd drank from, the burnt out candle.

"Silver?..."

"Milady?"

Amy sat up, ignoring the uncomfortable pulse in her temples, shifting to face Silver.

"It worked. Silver, i-it worked, I saw him-"

"I knows, my sweet, I knows, he be right 'sides me at thy bedside as we do speaks" Silver assured sweetly. Amy glanced to the empty space, which, knowing what she knew now, felt a little less empty. Amy's clammy hands clasped at Silver's.

"Silver, he said- he told me all- he-he said that-"

Silver's hand reached to pat gently at Amy's cheek.

"Hush, Milady. It be 'tween you and he, you needs not divulge if it be too soon. It be most befuddling the first try, you shall adjusts"

Amy took a breath and nodded, greatful to have Silver at her side.

"We shoulds get thee dressed, 'tis past the hour, hence why I hath been sent up to thee" Silver smiled. Amy nodded in agreement; today her tutor wouldn't be here, ample time to work on a surprise for Papa.

[samthecookielord]

💞💗💘💘 tell me about your best friend

DOUBLE QUESTION THROWBACK ROUND: contestants will answer a question from an old tourney in addition to this question.

1 says: "hm well i think [REDACTED] is like everyone's best friend! he's so very very kind and uplifting at the workplace!! i just can't imagine what life here would be like without him!!"

2 says: "OH MY STARS OH MY STARS THEY'RE THE COOLEST PERSON IN THE WORLD!!! All their stories are always so neat and amazing and they're always there for me when I'm feeling down or when I just gotta ramble about something!!! They mean everything in the world to me!!! Both them and [REDACTED]!!! Um- hah, don't mind me."

1 says: "📈📊🎀🌱📈📊"

2 says: " :O 💫🌠🌃✨⭐🌟🌠🌠💫☄️☄️🌌🌌🌠🌈🌠💌🍉🍨🍨"

(tourney)

Previous answers:

1 said (R1:M4) - Q: "HOW DIVORCED ARE YOU" - A: "hmmmm im not sure! allow me one moment to consult my graphs and then i will get back to you on that!! ... it appears the answer is 0.01% divorced!"

1 said (R2:M2) - Q: "Hey so. Let's say hypothetically you weren't real, and suddenly god came down from the heavens to just. Tell you that you're like, a work of fiction or something. How would you react to that information? Let's say you were also given definitive divine proof that it's definitely true. How would you react to that information?" - A: "oh! hm! that would be... a bit worrying! assuming you are talking about [REDACTED/Morizora]? oh but i don't think he would ever wake up just to worry people like that...! a-and even then, i have a job to do!! i can't make charts and buttons if i'm too busy fretting over small stuff!! so i'll just keep on keeping on!!"

1 said (R3:M1) - Q: "what's the weirdest question you've been asked?" - A: "Sometimes people ask me why I wear such a huge bowtie!! 'It's too big for you' they say!!! 'You look so goofy' they say!!! Well to that, I say, nothing wrong with it in MY eyes!!! It is a LOVELY bowtie and it does NOT break company policy in any way, shape, or form!!! So I believe I should be allowed to wear it! Um... ahem... apologies for the rant!! I promise I am not normally this angry about topics!!"

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2 said (R1:M8) - Q: "do you play an instrument. Or sing. Or whatevercer" - A: "OHHH OH OH OH I like to sing! Well, uh, not regularly, but I've recorded covers of songs I really liked sometimes before! :D LIKE [REDACTED] AND [REDACTED]- OHHH AND [REDACTED] IS A GOOD ONE TOO- okay at this point I might as well name the whole album, eheh..."

2 said (R2:M4) - Q: "would you do a blind date tournament with your oc's?" - A: ":O!!!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT EXACTLY THAT ENTAILS BUT IT SOUNDS FUN!!!!! Oh my god this is just like the plot of [REDACTED]... AND I SHOULD TOTALLY GET [REDACTED]'S CHARACTERS IN ON THIS TOO..."

2 said (R3:M2) - Q: "You're walking in the woods. there's no one around and your phone is dead. out of the corner of your eye you spot him. Shia LaBeouf." - A: "PFFFFT- HE'S FOLLOWING YOU ABOUT 30 FEET BACK. HE GETS DOWN ON ALL FOURS AND BREAKS INTO A SPRINT. HE'S GAINING ON Y-"

[mx-smileo]

Hello guys!! I just want to address something real quick..., will be mentioning something that's been bugging me for a while, and has recently resurfaced because of the incompetence of @/littlehistorian to just accept they have done something wrong, and STOP MAKING PEOPLE FEEL BAD FOR SOMETHING YOU WONT ACCEPT YOU DID. 💀

This really quite annoys me...

what she is referring to in the image above is an incident where they took the idea and character of my CountryHuman china; who, if you dont already know, is the antagonist of my CHau; he harasses America at any chance he gets in a p3rv3rt3d way.

I've expressed my discomfort with hem making jokes such as these in my discord server, which was SUPOSSED to be a safe space for my friends and I, which at the time, I saw Historian as a friend.

Now, what is my problem with this if I am also using this character? Well, Historian was using this character, without permission, AND made recurring jokes of (S/H) about China with their OP countryhuman Oc.... which is the same age as them; 14, even thinking it was funny, normalizing it?? Like what the fuck.

first of all, I have never done that, and I never WILL do that, it is just downright horrible and gross, that OBVIOUSLY realize it's wrong, yet still jokes about it...

as a victim of it myself from close relatives- this agrovated me severely, but i tried to stay as civil as possible-

I had confronted them privately aswell, about how what they were saying, "reciting" even, was wrong, and that they shouldnt ever be saying stuff like that at ALL, since it is literally a form of gr00m1ng. They did not take well to this, however, as they victimised themselves near other friends that we share mutual friendships with, AND acted in self-sorrow. The image below is proof of this. You can also see that this was a while ago too.

seeing this topic coming back as Historian makes themselves the victim really aggravates me, and I WOULD keep this civil, IF It wasnt for the fact that they turned at least three of my friends on me and my server.

She also told nobody WHY she was kicked when they asked, making it sound as though she had done nothing wrong, making ME seem like the villain, as my (ex) friends constantly pestered and guiltripped me the way she did for kicking her out, as if I had forced her to lose contact with them.

Thank you for reading this, obviously this is only a shortened version of what has lead to this post, but I'm very thankful unlike some people you will be able to hear my side of the story :,)

I hadn't done anything of the sort, and had given her and others in my server OBVIOUS warnings beforehand, which they flat out ignored.

[wonda-fhr]

🍂 for luke, 🌻 for lia + 🌺 for david?

The more I thought about the prompt questions, the less I wanted to answer them myself. So I looked for ways to let others tell it. And I like writing dialog.🙂

Thanks for your Soft OC ask 🌹 ------

🍂Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others? - For Luke

Sorry, I listed Luke without being more specific. Luke is not a sidestep, but a human in Lia's AU. The death of his twin brother has put him on the same path of revenge as her. So Lia has found a friend and accomplice. But thanks to him, she has learned that affection is not a weakness.

Luke had two drinks ready and was settling in on the couch for a cozy evening when Lia interrupted his plans. "Oh, come on. You don't have to be shy with me, you're allowed to get hugged. In fact, you'll have to, because I like to cuddle, especially my dearest friends."

"I'm already used to your hugs. But this is the coach, and me in your arm isn't necessarily that common, is it?"

"Come here, into my arm, and we can talk some more." Luke opens his arms invitingly in Lia's direction, who is still standing a little distant from the couch, watching him with a curious smile.

"You remind me of Ortega right now. You don't give up, do you?" In response, she receives a stubborn shake of the head, and lets herself fall onto the couch next to her friend, laughing defeatedly. Luke gently pulls her into his arms until her head rests on his shoulder and he can wrap his arms around her.

"No, I never give up. Besides, I know you a little bit better than Ortega does, and I don't want to seduce you. Not necessarily. I don't think I have any closer friends than you right now. So what's wrong with a little physical contact or a kiss to show some friendly affection? Not everyone who wants to touch you wants to harm you, love. For my part, I need a lot of closeness with those who are important to me."

"You hugged some people at the exhibition. Is that also affection?"

"In a way, yes. A simple hug can be very superficial, but it is still more heartfelt than a handshake. I knew all the people there for a long time. Distant friends and good acquaintances, the second and third line of friendship. But don't worry, I don't ambush everyone, strangers have to be satisfied with a handshake.

"It's nice to be in the first row. But now I'm a little curious where Blaze finds his place in these rows. Was that hug still superficial?" Eyes flashing with curiosity, she looks expectantly at Luke.

"We'll have to find out." A wink and a kiss on the forehead start the time for a drink, a movie and some loving company.

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🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them? - for Lia

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The silence out here permeates you until you can hear the slightest sound of the wind in the dry grass. The last smell of your motorcycle's exhaust is still in the air, mixing with the dust whose smallest particles have not yet found their way to the ground. A cricket jumps from the grass onto the flat rocks, each landing like the rhythm of a drum.

Here you don't have to observe anyone, you don't have to pay attention to what insignificant gestures betray the intentions of your counterpart. No twitching of an eyebrow, no nervous rubbing of fingers, no unrhythmic breathing has to interest you here. There is no threat. Not even the flush in Danny's cheeks when you hold his gaze too long, or his silky hair sliding through your fingers.

You can focus on the more important things. The sun and the wind on your skin, the colors, the sounds, the smells. Everything that can reveal so much is never aimed at you out here. It is your proof that this world still turns. That it goes on, no matter how much people despise you and each other. Here is your little piece of peace and it will always be here. No matter what happens to you.

You can't stay here yet, but you can claim another piece of freedom before you reach the city. Through the narrow roads in the mountains, a little too fast, too reckless, with the wind in your hair and the heavy machine in your control.

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🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone? - for David

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"David, it's okay, it was just a dream. Everything is fine."

He pulls you close, firm, confident, but so tender. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and your trembling fingers claw into the hair on his chest. "It's never good," you murmur, not lifting your head or relaxing a single muscle.

"I could sing you something to calm you down." He didn't phrase it as a question, and already Spanish nursery rhymes are reaching your ears. A bit tuneless and with lyrics that were never meant to be logical, you are robbed of any chance to keep a straight face. Your tense lips smile over clenched teeth, it's so silly, so simple and impossible that it will work. Still, you can't help but grin until your cramped hands begin to relax.

Secure between the two strong arms, you are soon completely relaxed and Ric is running his fingers thoughtfully through your curls. "How did you deal with the nightmares when you were alone?"

"When it wasn't so bad, I buried myself in some work. Just kept myself busy until I was exhausted."

"And when it was bad, how did you manage to calm down?"

"I didn't. When it was really bad, I couldn't calm down. But it's a time game, and time always wins over panic. A body can't hold the panic tension forever. Eventually it catches up with you and you fall into the most dismal sleep possible. Then you wake up numb, emotionless, like a puppet, and start to function. Stop grinning like that! Yes, you are good for me. I guess I can't deny it anymore."

"But I love to hear it."

[ruckis--rookie]

ykw I woke up wanting to talk about my OCs again but I don't talk about my other OCs enough so I'm gonna save what I was gonna tell ya'll abt Gera for later.

Did you know Buckshot and Aleron have history?

In the Neo-Dome, aka the human's land, a majority of it's residence are highly prejudiced towards anything not considered "human" or "normal". You have magic? You're a freak. You're a walking talking animal? You're a freak.

Save for some. Aleron's folks were among those, and before his dad left the Neo-Dome to become a hero he worked as a fisherman and a dockworker. He would help good hearted folk escape the Neo-Dome to live in the world beyond. One day he came across a very peculiar egg while fishing. One that definitely did not belong to any normal animal. He snuck it home and to teach his son responsibility he gave it to Aleron to try and take care of.

Aleron cared for that egg enough for it to hatch. A pistol shrimp. Thus he was given the name Buckshot. As Buckshot grew the two were quickly shaping up to be friends. A few years had passed quietly until tragedy struck. The landlord's were onto the Blade family. They had a sneaking suspicion that they were stowing away someone that the landlords found distasteful. The Blades had to act quickly because the landlords were trying to gather proof to get them kicked out.

Both boys heartbroken, Buckshot was taken to the dock and loaded up onto a boat. Zavior's goal was to bring him all the way to the mainlands and try and find someone to take him in, but before he could Buckshot jumped overboard to try and find his way back to Aleron.

The tides were too strong. Too impossible for him to navigate, and he was much too young. He got lost, adrift, and ended up washing up on the banks of Atlantis. From there a bunch of unfortunate events happened that hardened Buckshot and made him cynical.

[dyllpiccle]

Dyllpiccle’s OCs Masterlist!

Hello, its occurred to me that I'm bad at actually sharing information about my OCs and their little universes, and I've been asked a few times for this, so this is a list of all my OCs.. ever. mostly.

I totally forgot I was doing this but I finally finished like 3 weeks later so enjoy.

Side note. I did not proof read ANY of this. If something is garbage that’s why.

They will each be organized by universe, have basic background info on them and an image! ill also include a playlist link if they have one  :)

This is gonna be a Loooong post. Thanks!

I’d like to apologize in advance for the names of some of these universes. My friend and I accidentally got in the habit of naming our rps the stupidest least comprehensible and lengthy titles ever and they all kinda stuck so now I have plots with stupid names. Anyways.

BADABING BADAZAP

alrighty so this one is a world of my own creation, a rp thats currently happening with my friends an i. basically its a cyberpunk city setting set about 400 years in the future, but fused with a 1920s great depression kinda love for partying jazz and crime! It centers around two prominent crime families, the tawdry family (mine) and the capazellos, (my friends). There is a whole bunch of other important characters but for the sake of being brief thats the basic premise.

Atlas

TW abuse and evil guy problems, animal death

im obsessed with him. im obsessed with him. im OBSESSED With him i cannot stop thinking about him ever he is so full of issues he need a therapist so bad. hes the son of the Big Man, Enzo Tawdry, long time ruler over the lights district in the undercity. The family specializes in reselling (and gathering) bionic parts, and loaning them out to those who cant afford them for a .. steep price. anyways it should be no surprise from that job description that enzo tawdry is a DICK, and aaa very abusive and manipulative father. Atlas is his eldest son and his whole life, has been molded and shaped in his fathers image to take over the tawdry name and business. I wont get into it too bad but definitely took a long term toll on Atlas’s entire psyche. bla bla one time when he was a kid his dad made him shoot the sick stray dog he found and said ‘thats what happens to things you love atlas! they get worse and you have to put em out of their misery’ so you can imagine what thatd do to a guy. when he was 13, him and his brother mars, who you will soon learn was the rebel of the family, went out to a warehouse to goof off. mars had convinced him to go, and atlas didnt want to for fear of their father finding out. But atlas decided to go, he wanted to feel like a normal kid just for a moment, and do something stupid with his brother. so they went to a warehouse, which happened to be a rivals guarded warehouse. mars dared atlas to sneak in and touch a crate, and atlas giddily tried. when he got in and reached it, a guard saw him and fired a warning shot, which hit an explosive crate and blew up the entire warehouse, and half of atlas’s face. Mars in terror dragged atlas out of the rubble and brought him home through tears. He didnt know what else to do, so he brought them to their father and begged him to help. Their father yelled at mars to get out, called him a curse, and so he did. Once Atlas was conscious enough, Enzo lectured him too on how foolish he was to think he could do that. After that the brothers avoided eachother, Atlas fell further under his fathers wing and became a close replica to him. A couple years later, Atlas seperated slightly, as he fell in love with an opera performer in Paris. It was hopeless, but hed go and watch all her shows and spend his time there, as he loved the music. His father didnt like that atlas had a distraction, and something he cared about, so he literally DROPPED A STAGE ON HER (which this man has a tendency to do). Her vocal chords were severed (perhaps due to some very targeted ‘dropping’. Atlas doesnt really have anyone else to turn to, so he begged his father to do something as he was a bit in denial that it was his doing in the first place. His father agreed, but didn’t elaborate how, and the performer was brought home to work under atlas at his club as a performer, with a brand new cybernetic voice box. They are both very bad for eachother it’s a mess in there. A lot has happened since then but that’s the backstory.

Atlas playlist !

Mars

Mars is the second oldest, and bastard son of Enzo Tawdry. His mother was a performer, and when his father cheated and got her pregnant, y know how I said Enzo tawdry likes dropping stages on women who inconvenience him? Yeah he did that again but they both survived. Figuring out that Mars had lived, Enzo stole him from his mother, then raised him completely ostracized within the family. A lot of his story is shared with atlas above ^. He makes a lot of gadgets and will do work for just about whoever will pay him, definitely not strong on the family loyalty front but he’s always felt guilty about atlas, and feels a responsibility over him.

Mars playlist

Jaime

Jaime is the youngest tawdry brother and he is a little freak! I love him. Basically in this world higher education for anyone living in the undercity has been eradicated due to the severe economic depression everyone is in so apprenticeships are back and so is child labor. So this isn’t all that weird of a thing but Enzo tawdry needed someone to dissect bionic parts from stolen bodies and he was like hey my 16 year old son knows science, give that kid a knife ! So Jaime works in the morgue under atlas’s club and does his little dissection work. He’s great.

Jaime playlist

TTRPG CHARACTERS

ill go into universes individually for these ones cause theyre mostly all different but i still wanted to group em.

Harysin Faedra

TW for implied suicidal attitude, death, infant death

you know him. you love him. Mr Harysin Lawry Faedra. Ive gone over his dealio a whole bunch of times now, you can find it under my #DND tag, but ill go over it briefly (though it really deserves a deep dive).  Harysin was born in a small village on the outskirts of a town called Neverwinter, a town run by different monasteries, and is thought of as the religious capitol. He was raised very simply, and like many of his peers was expected to become an apprentice to some religion and lead an honorable life. His parents always knew harysinw as a little different, but wanted him to lead an easy life so they steered him toward priesthood and becoming a family man. As his friends started to split off and get married, Harysin pulled a compulsive heterosexuality move and proposed to his best friend since childhood, Lillian. He was only 18 when he got married and became a priest of Helios, and soon after the two had a small child. When he was 19, Harysin and Lillian welcomed a beautiful baby girl, Roslyn, or Rose. The year after she was  born, Harysin fell deathly ill with a mysterious lung infection. He was bedridden and no matter who they brought in, no one seemed to be able to help him. One night as he was dying, he prayed out for help, but someone else answered. He was desperate and delerious, so he made a deal without knowing the cost. When he woke up, they found their infant daughter had died in the night from a bad cough. Harysin told Lillian what hed done and she kicked him out, along with the rest of the village. With nothing but the clothes on his back harysin left, now with a new godlike companion in his head; Obara.  He soon discovered that his deal was a bit of a compound interest situation, and very temporary. He could feel himself start to decay again the farther past his intended expiration date he got, and he felt he deserved it, so he just sort of walked around and traveled hoping hed fall over n die sometime. However one day when he was walking he found a fvillage that had been entirely decimated, and the only survivor was a little girl who was hardly breathing, a stake through her chest. He cradled her in his arms and, for the first time since the incident, harysin spoke back to the god hed made a deal with. He begged her to save the child. Having already made peace with his own death, he promised Obara anything shed like as long as she saved the child. and so she did. But harysin now had another purpose, though he thought itd be temporary, which was to watch over this child. Unfortunately, obaras magic required upkeep, and to keep them both alive harysin started to do weekly blood rituals. He took her to a nearby town, where he used his priestly status to build them a temple to stay in. However, since he was telling everyone he was a preist, people started to come to him for healing, and my boy harysin has a problem where he just wants to do whats good, and that is his downfall every time. Technically, he could help, with obaras magic. So he brought them into the temple. However, using obaras power required blood. an eye for an eye. He used his own for a while, but as demand grew this became unsustainable. This is when he got the idea. For one bad person, he could save 10 innocents. People who were ill not of any fault of their own. But the criteria would have to be strict, what constitutes a bad person?  So harysin started to play god. He had his rules, he found his methods of how to screen people and get it done quickly. He built a blood well for obara in the temple of the basement.  This is where he was when the campaign started, and theres plenty more that has happened since, but ill stop it here since this would be way too long if i kept going.  Harysins Playlist!

Arkin This is for a different DM’s Campaign. Arkin (Jamison Arkin Lera Adler-Hausen) was born a twin, princes to the king of a small rainy province. The two were typical brothers, but unfortunately for Arkin his twin was born a few minutes before him, making him the natural heir, despite the difference being small. This caused Arkin a lot of jealousy growing up, and he often found himself second best to his brother. It only got worse when they got older, and closer to a reality of ruling, as they competed academically and in all other areas. One day, after losing a duel infront of his parents, Arkin ran out to the witch infested woods that surrounded the castle. there he found a coven who offered him power, and wanting that more than anything, he accepted. They brought him to a cavern that was lined with sharp glowing crystals, and lowered him into a pool. He felt the water fill his lungs and the rocks permeate his skin, and he lost conciousness. He woke up at the edge of the forest, in the mud and rain, and he walked home. He went in the front door, only to find his brother there standing in the hall. He saw how Arkin looked, and the black that filled th veins on his wrists, and he ran to tell his parents, knowing what hed done. Arkin panicked and grabbed his brothers wrist, but he broke free, and when he did, arkin reached out his hand toward his brother, and when he lowered it he saw he had turned his brother to crystal. Soon after, he heard his parents coming down the hall to check out the yelling theyd heard. Arkin took a horse and ran away, never to return. Now, nearly ten years later, he is still wanted, and battling the powers he got that day. They cause him visions, past and future, and pains in his body from what id loosely define as a mineral based symbiote. His powers are complicated so im not gonna elabroate too much but this boy microdoses on fantasy drugs to get em to shut up. if u wanna know more i will gladly share. Arkin Playlist!

Ferrer

This is actually the same universe as Harysin, different campaign. Ferrer (Ferrer Jakoby Laufley) was born in a little swampy village to two lovely parents. He grew up normal and happy till his mother fell ill around age 11, and when she passed away his father fell into a deep depression. He would hang around bars all day and ferrer would have to go collect him and watch after him and feed him. He met an old fisherman who lived at the docks, and soon would become a sort of apprentice under him, going out on the water every day and learning how to sail. After working with him for years, the fisherman passed away from old age, and ferrer felt that there wasnt much tying him down here. In an impulse decision, Ferrer gathered a few things and hopped on a cart that was heading out of town. He never said goodbye to his father, and he feels immense guilt for it since he was his fathers only caretaker and he loved him, but he knew it wasnt good to stay there. He soon joined a band of rogues, where he met his first boyfriend, who was ringleader and a massive dick to him. He was disrespectful and rude, and would make a fool out of ferrer infront of their peers. Ferrer grew tired of this and cursed him out one night, then left the group, and the stability he had there. Soon after this he met up with the party he now travels with.

Ferrer’s playlist

Nigel MYYY BAAAABYYYYYY MYYYY BAAABYYYYY YOURE M-

So this was for a monsterhearts campaign!!! This is my rude little silly mischevious and strange and disturbing little boy Nigel O’gara, who is a ghost!!! his origin story is gross tw for death and me explaining gross stuff. Basically nigel pre death was a very normal sweet little nerdy boy with weird interests. very regular kid wore little sweaters. Anyways some bullies thought it would be funny to lock him in a locker, a classic. However there was a problem with this. which was that they did this right before a week long spring break and uhh staff was all gone so there wasnt anyone to come let him out like there usually was. Everyone was gone for a week and nigel had uhh. as you can imagine. a very slow and agonizing death locked in there. They found his body after spring break when there were complaints of a smell. so now hes a ghost and hes freaky on purpose as a defnense thing (it happens). I adore him. He is so funny.

Nigels playlist Michael Mr michael Dara is my mean little punk boy from a little campaign that was a DIY of my friends, basically they are teenagers they are superheros cue persona music. Teenagers invade ur dream world and they have magic powers based off their soul or whatever in there. Michael was orphaned by a house fire, grew up in foster care (this is all too familiar of a character shape for me), got in trouble with the law a lot cause of his anger issues and as ‘punishment’ was sent to a school where he has to behave himself and stay with a guy who watches him. He has fire powers and a cool phoenix bird that i think i named Apollo Michaels playlist

Markle

So I made this guy for a campaign that didn’t ever actually happen but I like him so bad that he’s sticking around. This is Markle, he was made for a sci-fi campaign, and he’s the son of a legendary thief. He grew up on a big city scape planet that was mostly used as a port location for shipping and storage and warehouse work, but had a very lively underbelly of crime. Those who live there are basically expected to die there, but Markle grew up with a father who was a legendary thief, an underdog for the masses that every aspiring criminal would tell tall tales about. There are countless stories about his quick escapes and badass moves across the galaxy. Growing up he was hardly home, and his mother was constantly worried about whether he’d come back or not. He was in truth an unfaithful, careless man, but Markle only saw the legend, and wanted to be just like him. However one fateful day, in a fiery explosion, his father didn’t make it home from a heist.

Pretty soon, despite his lovely mother’s wishes, Markle started on his path to become the galaxies greatest thief. He got his first body mod at 16, which scared the shit out of his mom. It was a large piece of metal down his spine that tapped into his nervous system, worked as an enhancement. From there he got a lot more to help his work, and he left planet soon after, and got quite the career as a thief under his belt. His biggest talent? his unbridled optimism that hell survive whatever. And so far, he has.

Markles playlist

DUSTY LAZER KIDS (DLK)

Its. Sci-fi western. Cowboys out in a fictional desert where aliens and technology are scattered about. We follow the plot of 2 rival bounty hunters chasing a third rival bounty hunter. They are all disasters.

Billy Cassidy

This is my pretty lady bounty hunter. Shes the sharpest sharpshooter in the land and known for it too, but the general public is also under the assumption that she is a man. She hasnt exactly pushed this image on purpose, but people kinda just assumed and she kinda just let them. She prefers it that way cause if she wears literally anything else people assume shes a normal person and she can go about her daily life undisturbed without some idiot trying to shoot her. She likes her work and she takes it seriously, and shes good at it. 

Jodie

My little sand cat!! Another orphan im afraid. One day another bounty hunter, Mr Jonah, came along and found him in a sandy little shack with no parents. He scooped him up, (as well discuss he has a tendency to do this) and took him in as an apprentice. He gets very sleepy in the heat cause of his little desert cat genes and he likes a good glass of milk and a good fight. Meow.

Duncan Diora

This is actually Mr Jonah’s first passion project, a DIFFERENT kid he took under his wing quite a few years ago who is now an adult. Now i cant say that Jonah is the ideal father figure, but he sure is A Father Figure. Anyways Duncan's doing well, he is a sad drunk whos missing 2 limbs, has a dead fiancé and a passionate vendetta against the man who killed him. That man happens to be the man theyre hunting down now. 

HALLUCINOGENIC BREAD (HLED)

I haven't drawn any of these guys in 200 years so have fun with the old art.

So this universe was a massive fantasy politics RP I made like 200 years ago. Its standard high fantasy stuff, basically everyone controlled different rulers of different kingdoms etc.. Mostly we had an elven kingdom, and a viking kingdom.  Elwin

 This boy was my main man! He’s a prince of the Elven kingdom, younger brother of the now King. Their father died when they were young in battle and their mother isn’t mentally stable enough to run a kingdom, so being the eldest his brother, Daran, took rein. However, he is the least competent king imaginable, Elwin definitely deserves the crown and basically runs everything from behind the scenes. Daran causes problems on purpose that Elwin has to clean up and gets no credit for, and for that Elwin is a gay little ball of stress. He is in love with his royal guard Rory too, who happens to be his best friend. They are very funny together. But uhhh basically Elwin and Daran end up getting in an argument when Daran proposes to declare war, Elwin is fed up and barges into the throne room to voice his opposition, Daran is rude and dismissive and says that if he doesn't agree, he’ll simply fire him from the position. Elwin is a trained soldier and, when Adrien grabs him to turn him around, Elwin takes out his sword and drives it through his brothers abdomen. On accident (?). Rory finds Elwin over the body, in shock, and quickly rushes him away and hides him in his personal quarters in the attic. Elwin is left freaking out, because technically, he is the only heir to the throne, and he just killed his brother, the king. That's about where we left off with him but I did have quite a bit of things planned. His playlist has 3 songs but here you go

Iona

So Iona is my little wild baby, shes a wild orphan of the village who likes to tame the local strays, for this shes earned the title “Iona the brave” and “iona the beast tamer” by other village children. Shes loud and unruly and LOVELY. She's been unofficially adopted by the kings son, Asger, which other members of the kingdoms ‘royalty’ generally despise. Theyre wonderful.  Endre Luellason

Sooo This is Endre, whos the half brother of Asger and the bastard son of the king. you know how Vikings be. Anyways, he had a kid with a lady from a village that he later raided, and amongst the rubble found Endre. Feeling some kind of bad, he took him home, but his wife, the queen, was obviously uhh not happy about this. He grew up very much on the sidelines, a total runt amongst the other Vikings, he likes reading and poetry and... reason. However, his absolute golden retriever brother loves him, and the two get along well. Endre still has to sleep in the barn with the wolves though, which luckily is an easy feat for him since he gets along with the wolves swimmingly. due to uhh his lycanthropy condition. He’s a werewolf.  Once a month during the full moon he takes a trip to go stay in an inn with his secret bounty hunter boyfriend miles away who keeps him from killing anybody. Literally nobody knows about this, Asger has no clue why he disappears every month but he’s happy whenever he comes back.

SUPERHERO GUYS

Amar Bagheri / Kid Death

Alrighty! This is my revamped superhero oc from like 9th grade but he’s edgy and cool now. I gotta be so honest for both of these guys I literally just wrote a summary a few posts ago so I’m just gonna copy paste it. I don’t wanna write it twice.

Tw for drug use / addiction / death

SO BASICALLY amars story is he was raised in an orphanage, which was fine, but got sucked into a bad crowd in the punk scene and eventually got heavily dependent on like. Heavy substance use. Uh one night after a party he got himself a cab to go crash in his little ‘house’ (he’s homeless but he had a Spot so he was headed there), and the cab got absolutely t-boned BAD by a truck. Unbeknownst to him some superhuman chemicals got into his stuff earlier and he basically died in the crash except he Can’t Die so he’s in this weird dead not dead space. He didn’t realize this was the case until he was getting the shit kicked out of him in a dive bar bathroom. I love him he’s so funny and lovely. His only superpower is that he Can’t Die other than that he has normal guy abilities and hits bad guys with pipes. He’s doin a little better since then if ur worried he may be dead but he’s clean mostly and living in a group home type dealio.

Amars Playlist!

Julian Romero / Lab Rat

Ok so once upon a time my boy Julian was a scientist as a Science Place and he discovered a chemical that could give people superpowers. He told his gay boyfriend lab partners Jon, and Jon took credit for it and became super cool and famous and used it to make child soldiers for the government. Also his son got into it and became the face for the Superhero Science Company Place. College. Thing. Anyways Julian didn’t like that so he decided to become evil and insane and seek revenge and now he DIYs his superpowers bioshock style with his own little chemicals. I adore him.

Julians playlist!

[mercuryislove]

I fell asleep and forgot to send my ask yesterday but happy (belated) funny question friday! Thankfully I made a little list on my notes app so I wouldn’t forget the questions lol

🌹 for Vera

🌿 for Andhira

🌾 for Yixing

💐 for Anwei

🌻 for Ciaran

🌲 for Sihla

🌼 for Wren

we have passed now from funny question fsaturday into funny question fmonday..... but it's never too late for funny questions!!

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it's not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home wherever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Vera feels at home with her family no matter where that is (though it's typically the middle of nowhere in the Carpathian mountains where Josef and Luka live lol). Generally speaking it's because she, uh, doesn't really have any friends. She's an only child and like. being the niece of a world-famous hunter doesn't lend itself well to play dates and sleepovers and stuff growing up. Not to mention that line of work kind of... consumes you and all your free time, so she didn't really have the chance to develop friendships once she picked up the trade. So she's spent most of her life relatively alone, other than with her uncles and her apprentice and the occasional coworker. Home to her is the company of others who accept and understand each other, who care for her, who love her, and most importantly who can cook together. It's pretty much her favorite thing to do with loved ones. (Also she was born in Seville, Spain! And neither of her parents were hunters. In fact, they didn't care for the profession and wanted to raise Vera in a “normal” way, so Josef was sort of the black sheep of the family because of it but it was also because he's gay ._.)

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🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC they're cared for without using speech?

Believe it or not, Andhira is a touchy-feely person. She loves to hold someone's hand and hug them and rub their shoulders, etc etc etc. (she will latch onto her lovers like a fucking uhhhh koala bear on a eucalyptus tree if they let her) idk what the love languages are but hers would be like. touch. If that's one of them (and if it isn't, well. then they're missing a very important one). With people she cares most about, she doesn't need to talk, but she always wants to have a physical connection, even if it's as minor as having them sit close enough that their knees touch or something. Most of the people in her life are of the same mindset in that a gesture as simple as hands resting on each other is proof that they're like. there for her if she wants anything. It's hard to live your entire millennium long life with your family who's 3-4 times your age and like NOT basically be able to communicate telepathically lol

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🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them.

The person that is most in love with Yixing is me of course :) he is my silly rabbit. My right hand arm. man. But if I had to concede to Ciaran who would probably kill me for my bold claim that Yixing could possibly be anyone else’s silly rabbit besides him, he would say something like:

Well. He's shorter than me. Only by an inch or two. He has a serious face. He squints a lot. I think it's because he can't see things up close. His face and neck are tanned from a lifetime of long days in the sun, and sometimes I laugh when he takes off his shirt and I see how light the rest of his skin is in comparison. A true country boy.

His hair is long. I could never keep mine like that, but he makes it look easy. It's always smooth and shiny and most often in a single braid that trails down to his hips. Sometimes I'm blessed to see it in a ponytail, and when he's nervous he'll twist the wisps at the nape of his neck around his fingers. It used to be solid black. In poetic terms I'd call it as black as a starless night. There are pieces of gray in it now, though. It's more obvious when he doesn't shave. His facial hair is nothing short of salt and pepper, and he's careful to keep it shaved now more than ever. But I like it. It suits him. He says he's just glad he isn't going bald.

His eyes are dark, but when the light catches them just right they're brighter than any sun. Full of love and determination and resilience. And when he smiles, they're warmer than any fire. If he'd let me I would never break his gaze. But he doesn't let me so unfortunately I must look elsewhere.

His lips are neither thin nor full. They suit his serious face. They're soft against my skin, and more often than not are locked in a frown. Unless he's around his moody little horse. I think she makes him smile more than I do, and it's hard not to be bitter about it.

Just below his right collarbone is a tiny scar. I accidentally reopened it the day we met. It's kind of a funny story. Other than his lips, it's my favorite place to kiss. He has more scars. All over his body. He hides them by wearing long sleeves year round, but I've seen them all a million times. And I've kissed them all just as many times. Some of them are small, no more than a nick from the tip of a knife in a drunken bottle opening accident, but there are others that occupy swaths of skin—like the one that punctured a lung and cracked six ribs. That one is less of a funny story.

His hands are callused from a lifetime of work, and the pinky finger on his left hand is a little crooked from being broken years ago. I've watched him pull enormous splinters from his palm with his teeth, and I've seen him trim a horse's hooves without gloves. Even so, his touch is exceedingly gentle. When he laces his fingers through mine, I'm certain he could always keep me safe. When he brushes his thumb across my knuckles, I'm convinced he's never touched anything so tenderly. When he reaches out to sweep the hair from my face, I know I've never loved someone the way I love him.

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💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does you OC enjoy being doted upon or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

Um. As you may already know, Anwei is a fucking weirdo. She's the kind of person that never asks someone to do something for her because she knows she can do it better, which translates to being the worst fucking patient ever. If she's got a cold or a stomach bug and is in bed trying to rest, she's like “um. Actually I think I can handle doing laundry and cooking dinner because I KNOW you won't use the right spice ratios in my soup AND you won't hang my laundry to dry in the specific and perfect way that I do, so I might as well suffer through it myself.” She HATES when people try to baby her when she isn't feeling well and will get pretty pissy about it because like. leave her tf alone! She knows what's wrong and doesn't need your goddamn help! HOWEVER, as a caretaker, she has exquisite bedside manner (she was in school to be a fucking brain surgeon, after all), and can read people pretty well to figure out what they want/need. She's not the most, uh, friendly caretaker, but people are always surprised when she knows exactly what they want. She doesn't make for great conversation but she can sure as hell fix whatever ails you.

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🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

Oh my god okay. Well first of all, Ciaran loves to people watch, and he especially loves to watch the way people interact with each other in crowded places. Like the way people smile at each other and hands linger when they exchange money, the way eyes light up at the recognition of a friend across the way, the way friends laugh loudly with each other like the entire restaurant is theirs, the way a young child reaches for a parent's hand to catch their attention, the way strangers pick up something dropped by a passerby and chase after them, the way couples lean on each other's shoulders while waiting in line or window shopping, the way someone crouches down in an attempt to make friends with a stray cat (only to return to their business with the familiar dejected frown when the cat get spooked), the way friends hold hands and point out things to make each other laugh, the way a curious baby unknowingly makes everyone do their best to get them to smile, AND SO ON. There's no second of all because I didn't realize how run on of a sentence I would write but. you know me lol Anyway the point is that his favorite things about the world are the tiny things that make people, well, people. The universal experiences that are incredibly mundane and often taken for granted because it's just waiting in line for food with your girlfriend or it's just glancing around awkwardly trying to find your best friend in a crowd, but those are the little things that reveal so much about the kindness in people's hearts and that like. maybe shit isn't as bad as it always feels.

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🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

Um this is hard because Sihla feels nothing but blind fury most of the time. At least in the ways the reader would ever know her. But at one point in her life she was caring and doting and kind and loved others very deeply. She could understand anyone's struggle and relate and gave wonderful advice and always knew the right thing to say or do, and knew exactly when to offer a shoulder to cry on or a hand to hold, but now she is... well. Deranged lol I'm not sure if I've mentioned it in another iteration of funny question friday, but she used to be an elementary school teacher back when shit was uh normal. So she got really, really good at understanding cues from upset children and exactly how to handle it, and what is an upset adult if not a giant upset child? (in my own personal experience as an upset adult who also deals with my upset five-year-old nephews, it's usually that we're just hangry.) But with people that she's actually close to, she's the best listener, the best cook, the best enabler, the best hugger, the best at everything. (Maybe she should have been a therapist instead of a teacher and that would have helped when shit hit the fan all those years ago.)

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🌼 Who are this character's friends and family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or romantic partner?

Wren is the middle of three children (older brother and younger sister). Her mom is Vietnamese and her dad is Mexican-American. They were both kind of like. dirtbag climbers back in the day (meaning they basically lived in a van and traveled the country for Peak Climbing conditions throughout the year), and she grew up in kind of hippie dippie home (and her parents foolishly gave all three of the kids BIRD NAMES lol her older brother is Robin and her younger sister is Dove). Her mom is now an architect and her dad is kind of a house husband but he also owns a climbing gym in Atlanta where Wren still lives. Basically her whole life growing up was climbing, and as such, most of her friends she met through climbing (either in comp circuits or through travel with her parents), though there are a few that she knows from college. Anyway, she's had awkward crushes on many of these friends and maybe drunkenly kissed some of them but she's never had any actual relationships with them. In friends, she wants someone goofy and who's into either climbing or gaming (bc she's a hardcore mmo player lol I've been trying to come up with a name for a game that would clearly be a reference to ffxiv so if you have any suggestions...) because those are her two big things in life. And for romantic partner??? who fucking knows. She sure as hell doesn't.