#restart heart oc

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Chris m'boy~

idk i just read one of the patreon stories of the developer and god- sub Chris, how i love him ╰(*°▽°*)╯

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game made by: @restartheartvn!

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Meet Cassandra heart dust(aka sugar)

[inkibuni]

So been playing lots…and I mean lots of yandere vns

Recently replayed the new update of restart heart ❤️

@restartheartvn love the game and patiently ready for more 😊

Love all the characters

Buuuut

Ezra has my heart…whether I like it or not lol

Anywhoooooo!!! Meet Dulce my mc

She a cutie patootie! Can’t stop drawing her and Ezra lol

I have more doodles but I’ll post em later! Not happy with her gown design in this but it fits with the reference I used! I wonder who she’s point that gun at???? 🧐

Dulce wouldn’t own a gun. But she’d definitely have a knife hidden somewhere lol

Dulce has albinism, and she wears it proudly 💕 her eye sight is bad but not to an extreme. She usually wears her glasses she can see but every thing looks blurry! She is a Latina and though she is adopted she has a very faint accent. Her birth mother is puerto rican. But doesn’t know what her birth father was or is. She only knew Spanish as a toddler and she struggled with English for a while. But couldn’t shake the accent 100% but it’s sometimes not too noticeable.

Dulces outfits 💕she had a muted layback style she isn’t into wearing pants or jeans, she really hates jeans. Will wear shorts on occasion though. She will very much steal others clothes too so Ezra, Sammy and Blaire watch out. If you’re missing something it’s probably in her closet.

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THIRD SHIP!! <3

Ezra and Chris <333

template belongs to @restartheartvn

Chloe <333

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Maria Fielding in Visual Novels

A 💘 will indicate who in the game is Maria's love interest.

Since (most of) these are psychological thriller romance visual novels, I will say this about Maria's personality in relationships with yanderes:

Maria is easy to lie to, but hard to manipulate.

She is very trusting and respectful of others and their feelings, so she won't push on a lie she notices one (she usually doesn't.)

However, she is extremely pragmatic and logical, and will call out contradictions in things like gaslighting or manipulation. You can't convince her of something she knows isn't true, and she will point it out if someone impedes what she believes to be an obvious boundary.

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(Cannibal Sweetheart, Camp Willowpeak, Honey Hotline, My Dear Hatchet Man, The Groom of Gallagher Mansion, You and Him)

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I realized that these I didn’t post these artwork of these two cjscjdjc but waaaa!!! These two are absolutely adorable!! :’) I want to hold them gently!

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grrrrrahhhrrr I'm sooo excited about this gaaame

I'm trying to hold out doing a bunch of art/writing for Bailey in Restart Heart cause I want to play the game first before I jump into anything

buuut it doesn't hurt to get his design for the universe done :3

so just like a specific thing I want to point out is Bailey is a shapeshifter Water buffalo demon (based on Mahishasura in Hindu  writing )

although she has dog ears mostly for aesthetic reasons cause they think its cute

the ref template by @restartheartvn

[donaviolet]

HAD TO make this one

as if her casino wasn't the gayest thing ever already

[troubleshade]

I had too much Angst in my head so I cleared it with some simple cuteness. Enjoy~

[snakegorl212006]

Darlings Height comparison so far..+ birthdays

Veronica: October 13rd

Dahlia: April 3rd

Cassandra: May 22th

Faye: October 31st

Audrey: March 4th

[inkibuni]

More sugar oc art!!!!!

Dulce has given the crew a gifts!

and oh boy are they speechless 💕

this art could be spoileryish sooooo 🙃

the memed characters blaire, ezra & sammy are from @restartheartvn by @queenlilithprime

the game is amazing and im hoping our queen gets some rest cuz girl has been cooking!!!!

ive had these drawn out way before release bc of pateron but i held off on posting til more people had access to it just in case.

so heres my sugar in the three outfits and a beach fit too😊

i didnt really like the devil outfit, i have a nun outfit that isnt fleshed out didnt like it either lol

her maid outfit is my favorite💕

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Beginning Of The End

Hi! It's Steph's birth month, so I wanted to include them in my first fic. This is a moment in the past before the game began. I used my Sugar, Nora. She's a bit toxic but very human and very traumatized. (Also, I'm new to this, so sorry if the formatting is weird.)

Trigger Warning! Mentions of abuse, denial of it, arranged marriage, angry outbursts, breaking of an object, and severe self-loathing

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Nora needed to talk to someone. She couldn’t process this alone. She paced the length of her room, each step feeling like an eternity.

Steph would be here soon.

She glanced at the tea tray on the low table. Her parents’ hammered-in insistence on flawless hospitality had been thoroughly ingrained, even when her guest was Steph, who couldn’t care less about sugar cubes and fancy imported tea.

A knock at the door froze her for a moment before she rushed to open it. They’re here– it’s happening.

Steph stood there, slightly disheveled with a look that could be interpreted as concern. “You caught me in the middle of a workout,” they greeted, stepping inside and shrugging off their coat. Their sharp brown eyes scanned her face. “What’s this about? Your message was cryptic.”

Nora bit her lip and gestured for Steph to follow her to the bed. “I needed to talk to you,” she said, her voice tight with nervous energy.

Steph settled into their usual spot, leaning back with casual detachment. “That much was obvious. Mind clueing me in on what about?”

Nora sat across from them, wringing her hands. “It’s about... Kenneth.”

That got Steph’s attention. Their expression flickered, just for a moment, before returning to its usual nonchalance. “What about him?”

Nora hesitated, her hazel eyes darting to the window. “Our parents have... arranged for us to marry.”

Steph straightened, their posture going rigid, clearly caught off guard. “What? Are you serious? I thought you were– ” They paused, searching for the right words. “You never mentioned anything like this.”

“I didn’t know,” Nora quickly interjected, her voice anxiously raised. “It’s... it’s something they’ve been planning. I never knew. My parents and his parents,” She took a deep breath, trying to sort her racing thoughts. “They decided it years ago. I never even realized. But now it’s happening, and... I don’t know what to feel.”

Nora tried to smile, but it trembled. “They think it’s for the best. To merge the families, strengthen ties, all of that.”

Steph stared at her, their jaw tight. “And you’re just cool with this?”

“I– ” Nora’s hands clenched in her lap. “I don’t know. I mean, Kenneth and I... we’ve always been close, haven’t we? It’s not like he’s a stranger. And– ” She took a shaky breath. “He’s the only one I can trust not to leave me in the dirt like a used piece of gum.”

Steph’s eyes softened for the briefest of moments before hardening again. “Nora, that’s not a reason to marry someone.”

“Why not?” Nora snapped, her voice sharp with a defensive edge. “Do you know how many people have walked out of my life? I know you have, so you should understand. Kenneth... he’s stayed. Even when things got bad, he didn’t leave.”

Steph could recognize that they were walking on a fine line but they couldn’t stop the words. “He didn’t leave, but he’s hurt you. Don’t tell me he hasn’t. I’ve seen it, Nora.”

Nora flinched, her hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You don’t understand. I deserved it! I always deserve it! He used to be kind and... and gentle. He’s still that person deep down. I know he is. It’s just... I ruined him with my poison.”

“Nora,” Steph said, tone firm, unwilling to negotiate, “the Kenneth from our childhood is lost. Accept it. You can’t build a future on memories and delusion.”

“I know!” Nora interjected, her voice breaking with emotion. “I’m not blind! Kenneth has his issues, but– ” A pitiful smile found its way to her lips. “He loves me. I know it. He wouldn’t put up with my bullshit if he didn’t. He would have thrown me to the curb years ago! But he... He wants me. Loves me. He won’t leave.”

Nora shook her head, standing abruptly and crossing the room. “You don’t get it. You’ve always been strong, Steph. You don’t need anyone. But I– I can’t be alone. I need someone.”

Steph stood as well, their voice rising. “You think it’s easy for me to watch you tie yourself to someone who makes you miserable half the time?”

The words hung in the air, heavy and raw.

Nora turned to face them with a mixed expression of anger and desperation. “What am I supposed to do, then? Say no? Disappoint my parents? Burn every bridge I have?”

Steph took a step closer, their voice steady now. “You’re supposed to think about what you want. Not what your parents want. Not what Kenneth wants. You.”

Nora’s shoulders slumped, and the fire in her eyes dimmed. “I don’t know what I want, Steph. I don’t know if I even deserve to want anything anymore.”

Steph hesitated, then placed a hand on her shoulder. “You deserve more than this. You deserve someone who makes you feel like you’re enough, not someone who keeps tearing you down.”

“Oh, is it just that simple, is it?!” Nora wailed as she flung a nearby vase against the wall, smashing it and leaving an ugly dent. “And pray tell, who is this mystery knight in shining armor?! Who else would put up with this monster?!”

The way Steph’s face tightened, it was clear they wanted to say something, but they swallowed it down quickly. “I’m leaving.”

Those words felt like ice water had been poured over Nora. “Wait!” Her voice was panicked as she rushed after Steph, but they were already out the door before she could catch them. She fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably, staring at the broken vase.

She was a poison.

[hypnified]

Not gonna be a full post, but have Lazarus and Phoenix being dorks

Lazarus: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Phoenix, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Maria Fielding in Visual Novels

A 💘 will indicate who in the game is Maria's love interest.

Restart Heart:

Backstory Changes: Scrap her whole family story, she is Maria Dust, adopted as a child, and has a little sister, Sarah Dust. Also, the whole Kenneth debacle happened.

It should be noted I'm basing this off the game content that has been released and a few posts of lore from the official blog. There is a lot I do not know about these characters, and I can change this post accordingly as I learn more!

(Note: there is no set love interest 💘 for Maria in this universe yet because I want to see how this story progresses and learn more about the characters!)

Relationships:

EZRA: "They're. So. Cool." Maria likes Ezra, they're always considerate and friendly with her. But Maria also finds him very intimidating because he's just so confident and composed all the time. Maria isn't insecure, but she can be dorky and nervous, so she wouldn't say she's on Ezra's level of cool. She would be stunned if she learned they wanted to date her.

BLAIRE: "Blushing? Who's blushing? Not me." Maria has a little crush on Blaire but hides it well. What can she say, she appreciates outgoing people and is a sucker for beautiful women. Maria sincerely likes Blaire a lot platonically as well, and is more than happy with being friends, but if she has the chance, she's shooting that shot. She just needs to work up the nerve.

SAMMY: "We get along!" Maria likes Sammy a lot! They don't talk often, but she loves history so they like to discuss their common interests whenever they see them. Sammy is certainly someone Maria would like to be friends with.

CHRIS: "My buddy!" Maria likes to spend time with him! They talk about sports, movies, and their day-to-day lives, and they live together well, but they're not particularly close. If he asked her out, she'd consider it. If Maria learned about his "secrets," the fight will be enormous. Maria can get angry when a boundary is crossed.

STEPH: ".....It's Steph." They've been best friends since they were kids. But when Maria began dating Kenneth towards the beginning of college, they had steadily less contact, and basically lost it completely when Kenneth proposed. Maria constantly reached out to Steph during the engagement to no avail. Now that it's off and Steph is suddenly back, Maria is hesitant, not wanting to push them away but also not really comfortable. She would still do anything for them, and she still wants them around, she just doesn't know how to resolve this discomfort about their friendship.

BESS: "My boss!" Maria greatly admires and respects Bess, and looks up to her a bit. They are friends!

KENNETH: "He's dead to me." They were friends growing up, and dated throughout college. The proposal was sudden and Maria felt pressured, so she agreed and focused all her energy on planning the wedding. She punched him in the face when they broke up. Maria honestly doesn't know if she loved him or not, now that she has time to think things over. She's... angry everything she worked for fell apart, and angry that he betrayed her after being in her life for so long. But she's not sad that she won't spend her life with Kenneth. Either way, she never wants to never see him again.

SARAH: "If it had been anyone else-- anyone else, Sarah, I would've been there for you." Maria adored Sarah growing up. But then their parents tried to pit them against each other. Maria refuses to compete with Sarah because she can't understand the reason to. Maria doesn't want to be better than her. But she also refuses to be treated as worse. The sisters have been distant most of their lives. Maria is devastated when she learns Sarah is pregnant with Kenneth's baby. She's much more hurt by Sarah's actions than Kenneth's, because it feels like a direct and purposeful attack. It would take a lot for Maria to consider forgiving her and being in her life.

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Tempest

Tw for graphic descriptions of execution via electric chair

This is part 3 of milo’s backstory read parts 1 and 2 here:

Part 1

Part 2

He was going to die.

He was just a boy.

He was going to be executed.

All of these realizations had slowly settled in on Milo’s psyche as he had sat huddled in his cell for the few days he was allowed as the world around prepared for his death while he was left to stew in the anxiety of it all. Every set of footsteps echoing down the hallways sending a jolt of terror down his spine, wondering if it was finally his time until his anxiety ran him numb. At some point, he stopped caring, though he couldn’t for the life of him remember when, so when those footsteps finally halted in front of his cell one day, he found it easy to stand.

He didn’t resist as he was guided down the hall, chains jangling like the bells that would toll for his demise as his feet shuffled against the cool cobblestone floor towards his doom. His tears had long dried from the hours if not days upon sobbing he did in his cell, and quite frankly he was over it by now.

Even as the doors moaned open into a dimly lit room, he felt nothing. His dull, lifeless gaze settled upon the only piece of furniture in the entire room as he entered. A single, wooden chair was bolted to the ground, metal restraints that shimmered like the foaming waves of the trecherous waters of a flood were attatched to the arms and legs of the chair while another sheet of metal lay in the seat. Up the oaken backing stuck another line of frigid metal leading up to an odd mechanical circlet hanging by looping wires that spiraled up into a cold and clinical cobweb of copper and iron.

“Take your seat.” Came the guard’s command, to which Milo silently complied, wincing breifly as the metal cuffs of the chair bit and constricted his wrists and ankles, a discomfort that he promised himself would disappear soon, as dead people dont feel.

The chair was uncomfortable in design, forcing Milo’s back staight as the cold metal backing pressed up against his spine while the circlet clenched like the fangs of a predator against his temple as his guard checked over his restraints.

“Sorry to have to do this to you kid… but orders are orders…” The guard sighed as he took a step back, glancing over the young boy’s form with a grimace of discomfort. “If you have any final words to get out… I’ll record them for you if you’d like.”

“Alec is a lying bastard… and I hope he rots in hell.” Milo softly snarled, surprising even himself at the venom that drolled off his tongue, astonished to the new feeling of pure, vengeful rage that held no room for fear to prevent him from speaking, for what place does fear have in a dead man’s body anyways?

The guard’s mouth formed a fine, grim line in silent understanding of those words before he swiftly made gis departure, leaving Milo alone in the room with only the feeling of impending demise and the ever present weight of his mother’s ring boring a hole through his pocket. At least he’d have a chance to apologize for being late to dinner this way, he supposed.

His fists clenched in nervous anticipation as a soft electrical hum filled the air, almost a squealing shrill scream that danced through the wires before it roared into a cacophonous buzzing as untamed blue light shot down the wores, igniting across the metal of the chair before sinking its prickly fangs into Milo’s nervous system, his skin clicking and popping as sparks jumped between him and the metal, forcing his body rigid as the sheer power overrode his body as his execution began.

He couldn’t scream, nor control any of the haphazard spasms and convultions that rocked his body against the chair, his jaw forced tight as lightning danced hotter than fire through his blood, burning and stinging far worse than he could even imagine as his heart was forced to thunder with every spasm, constricting and gasping for every missed beat as it tried to keep up with it all. Milo’s very spine scalded like magma as it was forced against the metal, his skin feeling like it was boiling from the inside as the tingly sensation of needle-like sparks jabbed and stabbed at the very bone, sending shudder after shudder to the rest of his limbs that rattled and bashed against their restraints that only served to burn him further, condensing the circut into only his body and leaving the excess nowhere else to go as it was forced to burn its way back through the body reversably.

The circlet atop his head bit and hissed as a bolt of energy danced across his face like a thunderclap, searing its way over one of his eyes with a terrible flash that nearly blinded him as his eyes watered with tears that wished to express themself, his lip tearing and cracking as the lightning tore him apart from the inside. His heart hammered faster and faster until he was certain it had stopped completely before it seized once again, his organs twisting and churning just like his limbs with no way for him to control their movements before the electricity finally ceased, and his heart lulled to a final stop.

Mere seconds had felt like an eternity as Milo’s head slouched forward, his snowy hair straying from the path of gravity with wn electric hum to it as his mind slowly began to fuzz and fade, his last few surviving moments of air to his brain dissappearing with every sefond as his vision grew darker and darker, conciousness fading with it as he was faintly aware of the sensation of his restraints finally loosening before a sudden, violent spark leapt between his fingertips and danced its way back through his body, and his heart began to beat again.

Gasping out, Milo lunged forward with a vicegrip, holding on for desperate life as his systems reinstated themselves and his vision returned, only to find his hand wound tightly around the neck of one of the guards and his pocket filled with a warm, energetic buzz that drew him like a moth to a flame. Wordlessly, he dug his other hand in, finding a small sapphire ring hidden amongst the cloth that hummed with purpose and gave off a faint glow almost that mesmerized the newly awakened elf as the cogs in his mind slowly began to turn, remembering once more who he was, where he was and what exactly had just transpired before a roar of rage shot through his body, a surge of energy flowing through his arm like a tidal wave before it slammed into the helpless guard with a violent electric flurry, brilliant blue sparks shooting out and swarming his arm like ribbons.

The guard lay bloodied and motionless on the floor of the chamber, earning nothing but a glower from the elf a gave him nothing more than a glance before turning his attention back to the ring in his pocket which slipped flawlessly onto his finger, calling to him like destiny as he shed what remained of the shy, quiet boy from the village and donned a new outlook on life and an all consuming rage the likes he had never felt before. His very mind itself had changed as he stormed his way out of the prison like a hurricane, wind and thunder smiting any who blocked his path as he had only one destination lingering in his mind.

They wanted a monster to blame so badly?

They’d get their monster.

Part 4 - FINAL PART!