#the ocs ive neglected for way too long

[whimsy-beetle]

Some OCs of mine, they are very silly. I shall now ramble about them.

I couldn't come up with a good name for him (that being said, you can give me suggestions in the replies or ask me section, please do, actually). Uhhh how do i start, they're a creature without a physical form using a human body as a vessel, i'll have to make a separate post abt these creatures cuz they sort of have complicated mechanics. He is the ultimate scrunkle, and a little awkward. He smells like laundry detergent on a molecular level.

Louis!!! The guyy!!! He is silly as well. Very friendly, he smiles by default, though you can tell the default smile apart from the genuine ones if you get to know him. Louis is human. Oh and, his eyes are very light in color so i usually draw him with tiny pupils, no irises allowed, for that extra silliness.

Note: I FORGOT TO GIVE HIM FRECKLES

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[08melancholie]

Honeysuckle and Whiskey. — Micah Bell/OC

tags: Mid-Canon, Video Game: Red Dead Redemption 2 (2018), Chapter 1: Colter (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 2: Horseshoe Overlook (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 3: Clemens Point (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 4: Saint Denis (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 5: Guarma (Red Dead Redemption 2), Chapter 6: Beaver Hollow (Red Dead Redemption 2), How Do I Tag, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, just a dash of smut, mainly fluff and angst, Abuse, Past Abuse, Abusive Relationships, past abusive relationships, Grooming, Implied/Referenced Grooming, Pedophilia, Implied/Referenced Pedophilia, Colm O'Driscoll Being an Asshole, Torture, Burning, Stockholm Syndrome, descriptive torture, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, or a secret fourth thing, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Romantic Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Attempted Sexual Assault

summary: Closed-off and rough; mean and unforgiving, uncaring and simply horrible. The apathetic cowboy draws himself no attention, usually. He's always sat around camp, slumped over a table or bent down, elbows on his knees as he cleans his guns or sharpens his knife, carving the one same piece of wood for days. He didn't talk much; he felt himself way too high above the others to even converse—exception being Dutch.

That's who Micah Bell was, simply. She couldn't change it.

Micah Bell is a threat to anyone that crosses his path, and Melody knows it. So why has she gotten herself so involved with the outlaw? She tried to keep to herself countless of times; he hated her, she wasn't a pure American and that alone should have been enough to draw her away—and yet it simply never did.

Maybe it was just a rebound, wanting to feel something after feeling nothing from her horrible, previous partner—similar in many ways to the blonde cowboy—for years. Maybe it was his careless and cocky demeanor she never failed to give a chuckle to. And maybe, it was something more. She was going to figure it out, one way or another. They would; together.

a/n: ive had this cooking for months and this is the first of it im posting so im VERY nervous... :( it was going to be a long oneshot at first BUT im forcing myself to do it in chapters so that i have to continue writing it because ive neglected it for months now. also tags are going to change a lot probably

words: 2,658 | AO3 LINK I. — MASTERLIST

The wind picked up quicker than before as Melody rode along Colm through the storm. She could feel her body shivering no matter how many layers of coats and undershirts she put on before riding out. She gently brushed her horse's nose, trying to comfort her through the storm. "You reckon we're gonna find it soon? Joey said it's nearby.." She spoke up, looking to the man to her left.

"Surely. Hold on a bit longer." He replied coldly, riding his horse through the piles of snow effortlessly. She picked up her pace too, riding alongside his steed. "We gotta push a bit more." He added, his gloved hand rested on his lap.

She continued riding until the blizzard started clearing off, and they had a better view of the landscape before themselves. That's when he and Melody both noticed it; an abandoned outpost, exactly what Joey found before parting with the gang to seek it out. "Is that it?" She asked, hand hovering over her forehead to get a better view and block out the snow falling from above. "It sure looks like it."

He halted his horse next to her. "Must be it, c'mon." He ordered, and she followed him down the mountain.

They hitched their horses outside, and she followed close behind Colm. With her hand on her holstered revolver, Melody snuck around behind Colm, checking rooms with caution. "Clear!" He yelled to the rest of the gang, who moved their carriages in and hitched their horses next to their own. "Good job spottin' this gem. I'm sure Joey will be here soon." He says to Melody, taking a cigarette out of his box and offering her one. She nods, taking the offered cigarette and popping it into her mouth.

He manages to light a match on the denim of his jeans, holding it up to the tip of his cigarette "I sure hope so. We ain't seen him a few days." Melody comments, letting him light her cigarette soon after his own. "We already been losin' too much folk." She adds.

"Don't you worry. I've got it under control; those were necessary sacrifices, child." He says, his words not as reassuring as she'd hoped. Still, she nods with a small smile at him and watches him return it.

She moved her few things into the cabin closest to Colm's—by his command. Melody huffed as she finished setting everything, walking out to check everyone else's progress. She observed them with another cigarette hanging from her mouth. "You done unpackin', kid?" Colm came up behind her, hands rested on his hips as he watched everyone work alongside Melody. "How quick you are." He adds.

Melody just chuckled, blowing smoke into the cold air above. "Yes, I'm done. Do you need any help? Anything I could do for you?" She asks him, awkwardly fiddling with the cigarette between her fingers.

"Maybe." He replies, placing his hand on her shoulder as he continues watching. "Got a train 'round here that needs robbin'. Buncha snobby, rich nobodies." He explains. "We need dynamite. I got a plan on how to rob 'em."

"I'm sure I can find myself a general store nearby, I'll buy some." Melody replies, puffing a cloud of tobacco into the air.

He firmed his grip on her shoulder, his grip tight. "Attagirl." He whispered into her ear, and she just exhaled with a weak smile. "That's why you're my favourite." His breath brushed against her ear, and it made a chill travel along Melody's spine.

First night in her own cabin was weird, everything about it—from the cold temperature swearing to kill her of frostbite, to insomnia from fear they were occupying someone's outpost and would be shot in their sleep—just felt off, and Melody found herself tossing in her restless state on the mildly uncomfortable bedroll.

So much has happened in the last few weeks; from having to move camp a dozen times, losing a few weaker members in the process—to Colm's weird obsession with a rival gang rising again after he swore they were done with it.

Melody got up and stretched her legs out, anxiously lighting her fourth cigarette today for any sense of warmth it'll offer. "Fuck this damned storm." She looked out of the window as the specks of snow danced around the air, covering more ground and raising the snow level, little by little.

She finished the cigarette in a few minuscule minutes, and climbed back under the thin covers, trying to get some shuteye before tomorrow.

"You sure you ain't wanna come, Melody? It'll do you good to go out'a bit." Colm straddled his horse, looking down at her before him as Melody stroked his horse's nose.

"I'm far too tired, Colm. Plus, I need to get started on some chores and.. fixing this place up a bit." She replied, looking around at the buried outpost grounds, covered with thick layers of snow.

He chuckled, a sense of lust in his eyes as he looked down. "That's my girl; always so hard workin' for old Colm." He praised. "Someone's gonna have to reward you nicely for your contributions." He chuckled slyly, making Melody scrunch up her nose briefly. "Well then, I'll leave you to it." He urged his horse forward with a swift kick in the ribs, leaving the camp grounds.

Melody sighed, turning to make a mental note of all that needs to be done around camp before starting her round of chores, running on one cup of warm coffee and two hours of rest. Just great.

Colm returned in a few hours, a crate of province and some dynamite on his horse's back. She walked over to him, grabbing the province to put it away. "Hey. You got the dynamite?" She questioned him.

He hitched his horse, taking the dynamite and walking close by Melody, towards his cabin. "Yeah.. Figured I'd get it off your hands since I knew you'd be workin' hard by the time I was back," He responded, chuckling. "and I see that I was right, my good girl's being very productive, ain't ya?" He opened his cabin door with his elbow, placing the dynamite in the corner.

Melody chuckled nervously; his words leaving a distaste in her mouth, per usual. "Well, thank you Colm." She replied simply.

"Anything for you, child." He walked up to her, placing a firm grasp on her shoulders again. "I saw someone all too familiar while ridin' to the store." He announces, releasing his hands and placing them behind his back.

"Do tell." She answered, sitting down on his desk, swaying her feet off the edge slowly as she hunched over and placed her forearms on her knees. He turned, a mischievous grin on his lips.

He paces around the room. "Little ole Hosea Matthews, saw him on my way there." He answers, and Melody is taken aback by his words; which Colm just chuckles at. "Yeah, I'm surprised he ain't seen me."

She cocks her head at him. "You reckon he ain't recognised you?" She asked. "All them years of conflict, you sure he ain't just ignored you in hopes of gettin' out in one piece?" She chuckled briefly.

He stops abruptly, laughing. "Oh, sweet child. You're quite funny." He walks over in her direction. "You could be right." He says, placing each hand on one side of her body, which stiffens at the contact; now trapped on the table. "You know, you're such a smart girl, I could lis-"

A not-so-distant gunshot goes off, scaring both people in the process. "The hell..?" Melody mutters, awkwardly slipping away from his entrapment to a window. "I reckon my theory was right.. except he also snitched." Colm walked up behind Melody, looking out of the window.

Outside stood a fraction of Dutch Van der Linde's gang; Arthur Morgan, Micah Bell, Hosea Matthews and—of course—Dutch himself.

"Ah, fuck." he cursed under his breath. "Okay, girl. You go cover me while I.. I need to move away from the area." He explains frantically.

"Yeah.. Yeah I can do that." Melody says—already used to this by now—and, taking her revolver out of its holster swiftly, walks up to the door. She opens it slowly, leaving it ajar for Colm to slip out as she starts shooting back, catching the leader's glimpse.

His accuracy is almost perfect as he glazed both a strand of her hair just above her ear and immediately catches on to start shooting at the door she finds shelter behind. She takes a shot of her own, missing the first but taking his hat off just above his forehead as he ducks.

The shootout was brutal; only a few of Colm's members survived it, with some successfully hiding away from the area as they searched the outpost. Melody watched them take the train plans, along with their dynamite, and hurry off while boasting about it all, feeling victorious.

"How is it my fault, Colm? I did my best to protect you, I managed to shoot one in the arm, too!" Melody defended herself against Colm's usual outburst when things go wrong; where he blames every soul but himself, no matter if it's nobody's or everybody's fault.

He grunted angrily. "I don't care! They took the plans, and we have to move again!" He complains. Melody opens her mouth to protest, but is met with his hand high in the air before her—threatening to strike; something she's all too used to. "Don't. I don't wanna see you talkin' back to me." He ordered firmly.

And yet she still attempts to speak—like the fool she is. "Colm, I'm just trying to-"

And there it is. She's met with a hard, rough slap of the back of his hand, knocking her to the floor as Melody clenches her rosy red cheek, already teary-eyed. She opens her mouth to apologise, but decides against it as she notices that look in his eyes. He shakes his head in disapproval at her on the floor, choking up a silent sob. And so, she just gets up and walks out to pack her things.

Packing didn't take nearly as long as expected; calming herself did. She had everything in one crate, and was sitting on the bedroll in the cabin with a burning sensation on her left cheek, and a few slow tears trailing her cheekbones and falling into her lap. This was like routine, really; he'd get mad and take it out on her, leave her alone to sulk and then-

The door opens slowly, and Colm's body slowly steps inside—like clockwork. "Hey.. don't be cryin' on me, my sweet Melody. You know.." He sits down on the bedroll next to her. "You know I do it out of love. You know I sometimes lose my temper, don'tcha?" He asked, interwinding his hand into Melody's, rubbing the back of her hand.

"Yes, Colm." She replies simply, looking down at the floor.

Another teardrop meets her lap and she quickly brushes her face with her sleeves.

"Look at me." He commands, placing a uncharacteristically gentle yet firm hand on Melody's chin. "I love you. You know I do." His voice is as firm as his touch, and she just silently nods. She can't help wondering if it's even close to true sometimes. You don't treat someone you love like this, she's well aware of that much. "Good. Good... And you love me too." It's less of a question, and more of a fact to him.

Melody chokes up a response to break the silence. "I do, Colm." She holds his hand just as firmly as he stands up. "Let me get your things, child." He takes the crate off of the nearby table. She just smiles downwards, walking beside him. And that's how the routine ends, every time.

"We'll drive the wagon, girl." He calls out as Melody start straddling her horse. She looks at him with protest, opening her mouth to talk. "Ah Ah.. C'mon, you're with me. Cassidy'll take good care of your horse." He taps the seat on the coach next to him-and she can't not-oblige, leaving the reins in Cassidy's hands reluctantly. "Attagirl." He watches Melody sit down next to him.

The ride to a new spot is painfully long, and Melody is shivering throughout the whole thing-despite having multiple layers of shirts and jackets and putting gloves on her hands this time. "Where're we goin'?" She asks him, breaking the tense silence among us.

"Off the mountain; there's a spot I scouted out." He replies, hands gripping the coaches reins firmly. "It'll be better for all of us to get out of the cold." He looks at her shivering quickly, snaking his hand around Melody's shoulder and pulling her closer to him.

She obliges and scoots closer, resting her head on his shoulder. "Thank the Lord, then." She snickers, and he exhales with a smirk. "I'll be more than glad to be off that damned mountain.

"Oh, I know; you're shaking like a leaf, girl." He chuckles. "It's a nicer spot too, you'll love it," He snuggles her body closer, pressing her up to his side. "all the best for my best girl." His gloved hand rubs her shoulder, gentle—not like Colm at all.

She soon feels herself—restless from the night before along with the shootout and what followed—start to drift off on his shoulder, and he lets Melody sleep for a little while. She hated how easily she could forgive him for doing what he does, but he might really just have a temper. He's trying. He's trying. That's all she knows, and it's just how he is. Right.

The stage stops at a nice, slightly open area with a few smaller huts and barriers around it. Colm nudges Melody awake slowly, rubbing rough circles on her shoulder. "We're here, girl." He whispers into her ear as she lifts her head off his shoulder and rubs her eyes awake. The warmth of the new location can be immediately recognized, nice and actually comfortable. "C'mon. You'll be in my cabin. With me." He reveals, jumping off the coach as she follows.

"I'll be in the same cabin as you?" Melody repeats his words, puzzled, as she takes her crate with a grunt before following him. He nods his head, stopping before—obviously the biggest cabin—their spot.

"Of course, child." He simply replies, taking the crate she held off of her hands and walking inside. "Ain't it great?" Melody silently nods to answer, almost reluctantly. "Go get the rest of the things from the coach and meet me here." Melody quickly turns on her heels and walks out back to the coach.

They both finish unpacking around the same time, and Melody patiently waits for him to finish whatever on the edge of a cot. "Okay, girl." He firmly taps his thighs and stands up, beckoning her to follow him outside. She obliges quickly, walking right behind him. He calls everyone in a circle, explaining a new score he's gotten information for. Melody can feel herself distracted and spacing out, knowing she won't be invited to the job—per usual, Colm just doesn't trust her enough to let her go with him. As infuriating as it is, her hands are tied.

Maybe she'll get that luxury one day.

Kudos on AO3 always appreciated! I'm honestly so glad to have even just the first chapter of this fic out, as it's been collecting dust in my drafts until the one month deadline—literally the last possible day.

[w98pops]

TW: SUICIDE MENTION, VIOLENCE

i knew i said i would take a little break, but ive been mentally declining a lot and drawing my silly guys is my way of coping. I never actually properly drew Wendy from 2301, so im filling in the blanks.

I'd like to think of her as a person who never actually... grows up. She just kinda gets taller and more sad over time. Wendy was always very vulnerable but cheerful, and House kinda groomed her into a serious and politically aware person, still unbelievably vulnerable but a viable subject nonetheless. I always had this problem with writing her relationship with another canon character, no one realistically would give a fuck about her and her opinions. Sure, maybe Arcade will pity Wendy because she's "stupid" from a neurotypical point of view, but other than that, she doesn't have any weight in any political conversation that's going on in the Mojave. So I made her really fucking stubborn. Annoyingly so. Wendy just... gets the job done. She's resourceful, efficient and very easy to manipulate. A perfect fit for a House's courier, I think. She doesn't question his orders, she does not care for consequences as long as she has House as her cover (a trait she inherited from her step-father) and she's sometimes sociopathic and numb to voices of empathy. Not in a "edgelord murder killer girl" way but more like. She doesn't see people who hurt her as humans. A coping mechanism that would probably be the end of her, sometime in the future. I mean, she did confront Benny and got really physical. There was no way she could've win a fight against a grown ass man, and Benny did beat the shit out of her, but in the end he was the one with a cracked open skull. I just like to think that her pure madness and helplessness was enough to fuel her mind and overpower something she had no chance against in the first place. SPEAKING OF CHANCE. That's why I think she would totally get along with Chance, the Khan from the comic. I don't really put a thought about how he would've survived or joined her, but they're pretty much soulmates. They have very different backgrounds, personalities, literally anything, but Chance recognises her rage. Her inability to do what's right and the constant fight against unfightable (?) circumstances she's facing every day. I'd like to think he's autistic too. As a treat.

So yeah, she's super uncertain about anything in her life, and that makes her a very useful tool in the hands of a right man. Mr. House mastefully manipulated her personality in a conventional way, taught her the secret and mysterious knowledge of "masking" and sat her down for a few years to teach her ways of the capital and created this really sad but smart and charismatic politician with no real political voice whatsoever. She's also very cute and sweet looking so yeah. He made himself a Tandi. 😭😭 Also he scanned her brains, which would totally not be a big plot point for the future.

Almost perfect, but Sharky is here too, for some reason. He's the biggest pain in the House's ass since Benny. He has a certain emotional intellect, not easy to bribe or manipulate in mental or physical way, he really fucking cares for his sister, and is very aware of the things The Big Guy does to her. See, Sharky wasn't raised by his sister, she was a child herself at that time, and his mother didn't play much role either, too busy bickering with Aletus and then later too busy drinking and fucking in Gomorrah. Sharky was raised by the Strip and the rules of Wasteland. He might not be the smartest guy alive, but emotionally he's mature beyond belief. He's very observant, empathetic and cunning person. Even tho he was mute most of his childhood because of child neglect and untreated autism, he has incredible social skills and a Yes-man in his basement he found while renovating the Tops. He has a plan. Not a good one, but a plan nonetheless.

I have so much OC material I'm ought to write a fanfic. Or a comic, idk. In my dreams, sure, but it's still refreshing to talk about my ocs and draw them, and recieving feedback and praise for my storytelling skills 😭😭😭 it means a lot. Thank you all for reading this far!!!

[walnutcookie]

What’s your take on an AU that expands on why Roguefort has their Pursuit of Lost Time costume?

inhales deeply

(this is very poorly explained im sorry)

okay so . I have made a whole story for pursuit of lost time/search for lost time because i am Neurodivergent and Yeah it probably is the farthest thing from canon but so is the rest of my fanon/hc au

for some brief context, when roquefort (aka roguefort outside of their thief persona) was 15 their family mansion (the blue cheese manor) was burned down due to *unknown circumstances. their oldest brother earl grey managed to grab hold of them and their younger brother eclair and tug them out of the burning house, and as they stared at their whole life burn down in front of them, roquefort notices a strange white feather drifting through the wind ,, they still remember that odd detail into adulthood

*originally my oc feather sequin burned it down cause it was funny but ive decided against that

Flash forward to when they are 35 !! aka 1 year before "present time" in my fanon

AUGH it would take too long to explain everything tbat happened before this point but . Long story short roque feels trapped because they have no real friends and their onlu source of human(cookie?) interaction that isnt their cousin cheesecake can only happen when they are phantom bleu . they feel so trapped because they cant be themself and their fans Scare them they are freaked out by the constant admiration and idolization !! also their self image has gone to shit . not that they ever had much confidence but theyve convinced themself they are unlovable unless they put on an act.

then its announced on television. their old family watch was found and auctioned off to an anonymous someone.

(their costume story says "A weathered heirloom of the Blue Cheese manor was auctioned away. Apparently, winding this unadorned watch transported the wearer back in time... Phantom Bleu is desperately in pursuit, going so far as to procure all timepieces in the city. What is your endgame, Roguefort Cookie?")

They snap . suddenly everything they can think about is that watch. that watch could save them, bring them back to a time where they were loved and maybe they could fix all of their past mistakes...

they dont remember how bad their family was to them. they lived in A Very abusive and neglectful household and they were not loved at all their older brother practically raised them but theyre just desperate to be free. the problem is that they Dont know what the watch looks like because it was so long ago so their solution is to just ! steal every watch in parfaedia Thumbs up

(walnuts story: The city is bustling with word of a serial thief who only swipes clocks, watches, and timepieces! With a new magnifying glass in hand, Walnut Cookie is in hot pursuit of Phantom Bleu, who has left a message: "I am pursuing lost time.")

walnut is close behind the whole time, always just barely out of reach though,, if she had been able to catch them she could have prevented A lot of suffering . at this time its not that drastic , clocks are a strange thing to steal and she doesnt know about their origins so she cant really piece together why theyre stealing all of these watches.

then comes timekeeper !

its awfully slow to get around, isnt it ? thats why she steps in and offers to help roguefort (in a Totally non-malicious totally helpful way !!!!). they havent had any luck stealing every single clock in parfaedia, so she proposes a new idea,, timelines/time travel

Infinite timelines means infinite watches!! theyll have all the opportunities in the WORLD to find their watch. or alternatively they could go back in time and just get the watch before its auctioned off , Right ??? yeaah timekeeper doesnt make it that easy she thinks its fun to watch them suffer so shes going to make it as hard as possible <33

she lends them an airship from the tbd which allows them to travel through time and basically just . Sits back and watches as they hoard hundreds of watches from different universes

walnut comes across this person named croissant (im.not sure how) and they realize Hey wait a mimiye . You're chasing after the person accompanying the one IM chasing after (croi wants to stop tk from fucking with the timelines im not that educayed abt tje tbd sorry) and thwy team up Wooo !! they are riding crois timecraft together and following tk and rogue but again theyre always Just barely behind them </3

timekeeper then ditches the airship and just Carries them through timespace to different universes and shows them The Horrors (trippy shit and everyon they love being subjected to death and torrutture Themself being subjected to that etc) and fucks with them by throwing rhem into random time rifts without caring if theyll hit the floor too hard . Yea ‼️‼️walnut Also sees some of this as theyre following the pther two but croi tries to shield her eyes

and then . Finally timekeeper is like "What if we just go back to when your family manor still existed and get the watch there ? :)" and then after watching through the windows for a bit they realize . they will not be loved here

they just did all of that for nothing. theyre fucking exhausted and running on nothing but adrenaline and they get nothing for it. and now theyre just pissed that their family was ever like that because they could have had a better life

Andthen timekeeper hands them . gasoline and a match. and theyre blinded by rage at this point they dont really think about what theyre doing. and looking at the flames growing doesnt feel any better. they just feel so hurt but they just sit a distance away watching it

and then they hear screaming. They see their brother dragging them and eclair out of the house.

and they see a white feather from their costume fly off of their outfit, flying in front of their past selfs face .

and now they realize what theyve just done. They werent thinking about what would happen after they lit it on fire. they thought of it as a simulation or something but they have just caused the event that first destroyed their life in the first place. theyve just caused suffering to themself, their brothers, their cousin, theyve killed a dozen different people including the ones who had never hurt them like their sister palmier . They just killed their fucking family Time loop babyyy

croi and walnut dont find them until this point, and theyre a little ,,, confused by the scene ?

walnut has Never heard of the blue cheese manor before. but she can see roguefort on their knees sobbing hysterically (which is WILDLY out of character for them SHE HAS NEVER EVEN SEEN THEM FROWN BEFORE !!!!) and she knows that this has something to do with their past.

unfortunately evej though this was a big hint to their true identity She did not have the resources to figure out much about it and it turned into a dead end </3 she was able to find the name of the house and the location and a name or two but she couldnt find the names of the kids . there was no listed cause for the fire (she would never guess that it was roguefort themself) so she couldnt really get anywhere with it . It was very surreal seeing phantom bleu like that though because,, at the time she was 11 and She didnt really. see rogue as a normal cookie?? like it was hard to believe someone so mysterious and flawless on the outside would have been through such a traumatic incident. she was SO hyperfixated on this she was so sure she would finally figurw out who tjey were

little does she know her history teacher could give her all the information she needs LOL

on rogueforts side they are just . Holy fuck girl they feel so insanely guilty they cant get themself to tell cheesecake . they cant admit to her that they were the one who ruined everyones life. they get home and they try to sleep and they just hear their clock ticking in their room and before they know it their hand is cut and bloody and theres glass shards on the floor (thye pumched the clock they have Clock trauma thye cannot stand that ticking noise it fills them with so much dread cheesecake cannot have clocks in that house anymore that arent digital)

also for the people who know who bleu is . Rogue shoved it in a box before they went on their watch stealing spree because it kept trying to stop them and so it wasnt there to stop them or help them during the whole thing.

Rogue has so many nightmares aftwr the whole thing Mostly of the screams they heard as they watched the flames eat up their childhood home and everyone inside

again this is Very far from canon i understand that like . if you look at a lot of the quotes it doesnt rlly make sense in this context but oh well i like my version i tjink rogue ahould be a murderer As a treat (i promise i dont suppoet murder)

[glassroo]

i love blue peep but why are they condemned to shock collar??? kinda fucked up to use ECT on a psychic without consent i’m sure there’s better stuff. or was it already there and the psychonauts are trying to figure out how to take it off??? or was it voluntary on their end like “i will fuck you all up if you don’t physically harm me?” not being judgy or anything! just trying to figure out how the psychonauts and stuff slot together in your world cause your ocs are so fucking cool

AIGHT so first off i wanna start by saying TY FOR ASKING ABT MY OCS THIS DOESNT HAPPEN ENOUGH 💝💝 this response will be layered, bc when it comes to any of my ocs, what ive written barely covers 1/50th of whats in my head. ill try and dot-point without rambling too long

the shock collar isnt as severe as it looks, i really leaned into the "exaggerated overblown Psychonauts™️ design" with it. the Psychonauts put the collar on them shortly after committing them to their psychic rehabilitation program. it generates enough of a zap to bother them, and stop their psychic power. nothing more. regular checkups are performed by Sasha to make sure the output treads the border of effective and safe

there is, as of the year our friend is 15, a psychic rehabilitation program within the Psychonauts. its mostly geared towards the youth, people with more pliable minds that tend to be more receptive to change, general age range being 13-19, and is headed by Oleander. Kylie (our pink muppet bestie) and a few others are also in this program :)

I also typecast the Psychonauts as being a bit more...antiquated with their methods. remember the psychoisolation chambers? i wouldnt put a goofy ahh psychic shock collar past them

our baffling friend has used their psychic suggestion so often throughout their life that it triggers in any question they ask or vague statement they make. the shock collar is part of their CBT, and was deemed necessary after they displayed a severe lack of control over this dangerous ability, plus their (admittedly small) rap sheet. anyone not actively shielding their mind WILL be influenced by their words

their overuse stemmed from the need to constantly use their power to survive their situation growing up. without going too much into it, they experienced severe emotional neglect, moderate physical neglect, among more nuanced stuff that comes from having emotionally immature parents

they committed crimes of their own accord. this only started a few months before the Psychonauts captured them. it's not a regular pattern of behaviour for them. they had come into contact with a psychic with similar, but much more pronounced abilities, which influenced them greatly. the Psychonauts (justifiably) fear that without harsh intervention this behaviour would escalate. this person is somewhat on the Psychonauts radar, but not much is known about them

with all said, our friend didnt consent to the shock collar. i dont think most 15y/o's would. but theyre aware of their issues with unintentional power usage...they just dont think its a big deal though. theyve never had an issue with their power hurting someone, so isnt everything being blown way out of proportion?

throughout their rehabilitation they do come to realise (much like Raz with Hollis) that tampering with the minds of others is not something done lightly. while at the start of their rehab their sentences are constantly interrupted by jolts and zaps, somewhat symbolic of their lack of understanding or care for how their words (powers) affect others, towards the end there's barely a spark when they speak. theyre even able to ask a few questions without triggering the collar, or their powers

in summary, this character has a lot of me in them, and tbh i couldve used some harsh psychic CBT instead of having to unlearn bad coping mechanisms the long, hard way. like me, they hate having a name, they love quiet public transit, they fear expectations, and they ponder where their somewhat aimless life will take them. im glad you like them, and i hope my 3am ramblings have grown your appreciation for them! i think the name J. (Jayden) Doe will work for them. for now. like me, theyll probably change it later :)

[sycamorality]

OMG ANCIENT OCS!! TELL ME EVERYTHING NEOW!!!!!

i dont even remember what ive said about eclipse, i know i've said a bunch about her - should be a few links to posts where i've talked about her. a basic tl;dr-

purposed organism turned ancient in a very unethical bio-engineering experiment, lead by limit upon a silent vigil and a few other higher circle members. nobody really knows of eclipse's origins other than those higher circle members- she was introduced to the rest as "some weird child we found on the ground left alone". she's very not okay and i love her actually. she's really fucking creature because self-modding. look at her. my favorite little bastard. they use any pronouns hehe

uh five embers is a bastard please hate him he neglected and abused the iterator he was adminstrator to and does everything to keep the control, he even modded himself to have a king vulture harpoon he can shoot at will. i hate him actually

limit upon a silent vigil is uh. yeah he was somewhat the had of the experiment eclipse was involved in. violent negative reinforcement to get her to listen. he tried to force ascend her but got uno reversed because eclipse reacted quicker than he could and he got echoed. L

pearls is a pretty young kid who got echoed but stayed- relatively the same other than an echo aura and some echo scales here 'n there. they kinda vibe post-mass ascension and doesnt have any recollection of ascension, but if they go near void fluid they can see they will freak out and get the fuck away from it. they wear a carved vulture mask adorned with parts of shattered pearls. they've got a tail w some pearls on it too

seven leaves was the mechanic's kid. they were left behind after the mass ascension and doesn't know where everyone went, but stayed with the iterator they lived on, which is helpless binary, and ended up becoming close friends with them. helpless bianry's systems kept degrading and at some point ended up beyond fixing, so seven leaves, with the knowledge of bio-engineering and the like they've been taught by binary, offered to make them an organic vessel using their own genome (with lots of modifications of course, to have binary be comfortable) so binary wouldn't have to feel the pain of their own inevitable collapse. seven leaves is also very fond of the wildlife and spends forever stargazing with binary

star-streaks is um. ancient turned iterator because he didn't want to ascend like everybody else, so he offered that instead of programming an iterator that was being built, he could be transferred into it instead so he wouldn't die or have to ascend but instead help solve the problem. he also had the.... unpleasant experience of having to transfer his own brother into an iterator because the higher circles demanded it. his brother doesn't know that they were once an ancient, rather only knows they were an iterator. those memories were long erased or encrypted deep in their memory conflux. before star-streaks became an iterator too, he was one of the 'creators' of the iterator his brother is now, and the head administrator. he kinda vibes as an iterator now though

shrike is after dark's creator. they were both really close and spent a lot of time with eachother. after dark didn't quite feel like their puppet fit them and requested it modified quite a few times, which was granted by shrike. whenever shrike had a problem they usually went to after dark for comfort, and vice versa. shrike didn't want to ascend, but was forced - though narrowly avoided it and died of "natural" causes and got reincarnated into a scavenger that made its way to after dark's chamber and ended up finding their old id drone and reactivating it on themself. and also their mask at some point later

stars is uh. ancient turned slugcat. did not consent to it. their echo is basically tied to the slugcat and when they die their cycle resets to when they were transferred. theyre some fucked up mortal echo and they can spit void fluid and they hate it. theyre fucked up

three clouds was eclipse's creator. they were in the middle circles and just kinda existed on their own, very introverted. made a lil friend and then got fuckign murdered with void fluid

warped aerie is. hooo boy. they were involved in a very..... morally questionable iterator project. that's all i can say on them unless you wanna prompt me for more on them

[fenharel-archived]

OCS AS LITERARY ARCHETYPES;

tagged by @leviiackrman to use this uquiz for some ocs, thank you sm! tagging @rkyloren @shadowglens @baldurians @arlathen @arklay @catacomb-chaos @noonfaerie @queennymeria @risingsh0t @thefathersbride

ECHO VALDÉS // CYBERPUNK 2077

the rebel

you were probably made painfully aware of the reality of the world at an early age. this might have left you a bit jaded, but it mostly has made you angry. why do things have to be this way? is there really no way to change things, or are people just afraid to do so? you’re very stubborn and determined, sometimes too stubborn for your own good. don’t forget that your way isn’t the only way, be open to discussion. your heart’s in the right place though, and i admire your spirit. the world always needs more people like you, that’s how the course of history keeps on rolling. remember, even small changes can do so much for the lives of others.

VIOLET SHEPARD // MASS EFFECT

the caregiver

you've spent so long taking care of others, you don't know what to do with yourself if you aren't. you probably suck at taking care of yourself though, maybe you feel like you aren't worthy or deserving. but deep down, i know you wish to be cared for too. you want someone to show you that you are worth even just half the effort you put into caring for other people. dont neglect yourself.

IVY NIGHTGROVE // THE ELDER SCROLLS IV: OBLIVION

the siren

this archetype is one of the most misunderstood and misrepresented in my opinion, which i assume fits with you nicely. people see you as some cold and awful person, seducing others only to discard them when you get bored. in reality, you probably didn’t have a lot of control over your life before, did you? this is the same case as the ruler, both lacking in power and autonomy. the difference between you and the ruler, however, is that you only care about reclaiming that power for yourself. you also seek the feeling of being wanted, truly and wholly, and this quest seems never ending. try your best to avoid putting yourself into horrible situations just for a brief moment of respite from the loneliness.

[drrealityslenderverse]

Something's Different

Jay comes out of a coma post-fight against Alex and finds himself in a new location. While looking for Tim, he stumbles across something much different.

Extra note: the entity is my OC, Rook. They just didn't give Jay their name

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Jay hadn’t been out of his comatose state long. His head was still foggy as he’d made his way out of some… house? “Where am I? Last thing I remember…”

He’d died right? In Tim’s arms… yeah. That was right. He was dead, bleeding out in that college after Alex shot him. Tim had stopped the man too late. But he remembered something after that. A spike of energy had returned to him but the cold hadn’t dissipated. 

“It isn’t cold here… Where’s Tim? Or anyone?” The sunlight felt real enough. He was certain he wouldn’t dream about waking up on a couch with an IV attached to a near-empty blood packet in his arm. 

The trees surrounding him didn’t hold the same feeling as Rosswood but something about them seemed strange. Too peaceful, he decided. Without his camera, Jay was in the dark about the events leading up to this. Without Tim he couldn’t ask either. His eyes drifted back to the strange house that had been built up and around a tree like a large, functional tree house. It might have answers—maybe Tim was somewhere in there in another room—but something moving in the trees caught his eye. 

“Tim?” 

After one last look around, he hurried to follow. It didn’t take long for exhaustion to set in. Jay didn’t know how long he’d been comatose but his endurance had suffered for it. Still, he continued on his path, using trees to lean his weight against. 

…That was how he found the corpse. A scream scratched his neglected vocal chords and he fell backward. The body didn’t look bloodied or overly decayed but the skin held a sickly tone to it that said the person it had belonged to was gone. A burned and melted mask was trapped on their face by black tendrils that poked through the eye holes and around the edges while tattered clothes suggested a rough life. Black feathers adorned their hair, though he couldn’t tell if they were decoration or somehow growing through the scalp. 

“Is Alex here?” His mind went to the last person he’d known that might do this as he sat up. “I thought Tim killed him.” 

And if that hadn’t been Tim he saw… then who was it? 

So engrossed in the body leaning all too peacefully against the trunk, as if it were just resting, Jay didn’t notice the large beast leaving its sunning position to blend into the shadows and stalk closer. His eyes only darted to the creature when it was standing over him, white glowing eyes staring down with… friendliness?

“You’re awake.” The voice brushed his conscious mind with caution, almost like this creature was afraid of hurting him.

“I…” Jay’s instinct to run was overridden by the shaking in his limbs. Even if he had the energy to, his whole body was shaking like it had been turned into jello. 

The beast laid down, lowering their head to be closer to eye level. Despite the attempt to minimize the intimidating stance, they were still large and Jay’s eyes shifted down to the claws hidden beneath the tail that now curled around the entity’s body. 

“Does Timothy know? Your aura is weak. You should be back at the nest.” 

“You know Tim?” His shock went unhidden. Jay couldn’t ever see Tim seeing something like this and getting to know it. “It isn’t like the thing in the suit… Or, I don’t feel sick. And it’s so close to me!” 

Awe and curiosity began to take over. 

“He asked for my aid… I was feeling nice and agreed. The other entities aren’t friends of mine.” Their head shifted to look at the body propped against the tree as they seemingly read his mind. “Your boyfriend only knows me in my vessel. You’re the only human to see me in my real form.”

“Tim would freak…” He was freaking out! 

Everything was feeling like it was too much. Waking up here, running through strange woods, finding this. He felt lightheaded. Jay swayed, registering soft black fur and feathers under his back as the entity cushioned his fall with a swish of their tail. 

“It’s time to go back. Humans are… fragile and you are weak enough already.” 

His heart clenched as the creature rose, stretching like a cat and revealing sharp teeth as they bent their head down toward him. Jay inhaled sharply and began an attempt to flee before feeling his body leave the ground and the entity picked him up by the back of his jacket like it was the scruff of his neck. His heart hammered in his chest as he was still half-convinced he was about to be eaten until he was nestled into—nearly smothered by—the feathery mane.

Jay laid there for a moment, stunned and feeling as though he was on the verge of a heart attack. “This can’t be real. Nope… Not possible. What’s going on? Where am I!? I have to be dead… Or maybe I’m still in that coma.”

He could feel the beast’s muscles moving fluidly beneath him as they ran through the trees. Despite the quick movements, his ride was smooth. Almost as if the entity was gliding just over the surface. Jay trembled as he shifted and sat upright so he could see over the feathers; they were already nearing the tree line around the house. 

They slowed and laid back down in the shadows before turning their head to face him. “I can’t get closer. He may see me and I do not want him to… ‘freak’ as you put it.”

Jay understood that was his cue to get off. Doing so however was another challenge and he half fell, half climbed down. If his legs hadn’t felt like gelatin before, they certainly did now. He leaned against a tree, recovering his strength so he could walk the rest of the way.

“I will return shortly in my vessel.” 

They rose again and ran off with Jay staring after them. Questions were overflowing his mind. Conflicting thoughts warred with each other over getting the hell out of here and away from what was probably a dangerous creature, while the others urged him to study them and learn more about the entity that helped Tim, and subsequently him, out. 

“They said the others weren’t friends… Maybe they can keep it at bay.” He tried to sort and sift through the chaos as he stumbled back up to the house, gradually making it inside.

His relieved boyfriend nearly crushed him upon his entrance, arms tight around his scrawny body before jerking back and trying to hide the left side of his face as he apologized. But Jay had caught a glimpse. The large scar and eye patch told him enough to know there was a lot he needed to catch up on. 

[pineappleciders]

I just saw your OC drawings post and damn, they look cool! I'd love to hear more about them (if you want). :)

-🪐

erm. yes please.

tw for some maybe dark topics like eds and menyal health. also school shootings. also huge infodump wanring.

this is MAX hes 13 and i think they r my favorite. he is non binary and uses he/they and alex is his bff. theyre kinda like edd from eddsworld personality wise. like theyre the main character and kind but also sarcastic and likes to pull pranks. i love him so dearly. he is bisexual

he is african and has two moms. max is rolling with the lgbt. them and alex have a very sibling like bond as they met when they were young and maxs family took alex in as if she wwre their own. they didnt adopt her her parents r just so neglectful that they judt took care of her. they are the bestest friends ever.

max deals with a toxic relationship during thhe show (its basically this show i made up in my head so im gonna say show) whereas this guy takes advantege of them and it fucks them up big tome. and theo is sad the entire time because he has feelings for max. more about theo down below!!!!vv

the one on the left is alex!!! shes 13 she has black hair dyed pink on the ends and shes autistic and obsessed with bombs and shes trigger-happy. shes like kind of obsessed with violent stuff but she radiates sunshine and shes literally batshit insane but i love her. she is a lesbian as seen from this photo

she is half filipino and half mexican. her father is absent and her mom is lowkey neglectful as fuck. shes also missing an eye and wears an eye badnage rhing. she dealth with lots of bullying when she was younger and actually is very dangerous she shiuld be locked up.

one on the right is sam and shes a trans lesbian. she is really kind and nice and uust goes along with everyone, but she has like a dark side n lets her walls down around her gf alex and her friends. she struggles with mental health issues and is also autistic and has a hard time showing her emotiosn and speaking. she can be serious sometimes and its kinda scary how she switches from being dark and brooding to all nice and talkative. basically she masks super hard but shes a rlly good person i love her.

she has an eating disorder. i havent decided what one but she struggles with body dysmorphia and body dysphoria. she is struggling all over

she has dark dark brown locs with gold rings in them. she has dark skin and usually wears a yellow tank top, a purple jacket and blue jeans + white shoes. pastel color scheme

sam again ^

this is theo i have way more photos of him but im too tored to go get them. hes 14 and trans and gay and i lvor him. hes kind of the smart one think tom from eddsworld. he has a goofy side thoigh and really cherishes his friends. he is autisitc too and he behaves very differently from how he thinks. he doesnt mean to come off as rude and cold but he cant help it. basically i am projecting very hard. i love him.

he has grey hair and green eyes and tan skin. his mom is white and his dad is black so he is mixed. his roots are a dark brown

he has some family issues and lives in a low-income house. he is so cool thougj i love him.

basically theyre all Utistic and go on wacky adventures Nd theyre all frienfs. theres more characters in the story and i will post them when they get named. anyways ive made like a future au for them, there are two different 'endings'for the story ive deciided

basically one is like they all be normal and max starts a company and gets all successful and alex is like super tech savvy and mechanical so shes like a worker for him and he pays her and theyre like a business duo. and theo is like a successful scientist too and i think sam is something idk but i have a deisgn for her and shes all goth snd pretty but idk what she does in tje fuyute.

the other ending (bad endging warning!!) is alex (the really unstable and trigger happy one) loses it and shoots up their school. she goes to prison for a long time and max and her friends are really bretrayed. and then they meet in the future when she gets release and their friendship is never the same and. its justnlike really angsty and sad and it makes me sad and i feel like its mean to put them througj that so i consider the ending where they grow up happy as the canon one. i still like the idea of alex going crazy so ill probably make some stuff for that

anyways tjx for listening i LOVE my ocs and i never get to talk about them. probably gonna post them more because of this. this post took 30 minutes to weite

[whimsy-beetle]

Yooo I also like making animations of my OCs and whatever hyperfixation I have at the moment, you can check them out here

-drawing suggestions are welcome! :} (aand any ideas for my au)

-my hollow knight human designs are all tagged with the hk designs tag

-oc art and anything relating to their lore are tagged with ocs ive neglected for way too long

-hollow knight au stuff is under the hk chamber music au tag

Uhh, yeah that's pretty much it, I just draw a whole lot :3

[rat-lurker]

Mango

alrighty im gonna rant about an oc ive been neglecting artwork wise since i created him, Mango

Gun and death mention warning (nothing too detailed)

While I havent drawn him since i created him back in 2020, he is one of my most developed ocs, for being such a 1 off without any thought behind him.

I created him first at school, getting the idea from a flower in my biology book. I cant really remember why I felt like I needed to created an oc based on the flower, or why I specifically created a flower dragon, but that was when he was born. I digitalized him later at home, with the above ref being what I created.

He first started off as non important, i wanted to sell him since I didn't really have an idea for him. He ofc didn't sell (I wasn't that good at art/designing, and the community I was in was more interested in furries than reptiles), so I tried again, making a story with him, Mira and my most beloved oc at the time, Malvin.

And that is what started him off. In the story, he appears near the end of the story, taking interest in the other 2. He introduces himself the same way they introduced each other, carving his name into the bark of a tree. While the other 2 were just confused about the creature in front of them, Mango was startled by noises that seemed to be coming towards them. He quickly pulled the seed on the tip of his tail off and buried it. As he patted the soil above the seed down, he was shoot by the humans that were chasing the other 2 previously, dying. While Malvin proceeded to mourn, shaking Mango to wake him up, Mira went to attack the humans, getting shoot in the wing. Malvin had enough, he took off his mask, and the humans collapsed. After a couple more minutes of trying to wake Mango up, the ground where Mango had buried the seed started to rise, and out came a smaller version of Mango, reborn.

And that's basically all the backstory Mango got. Ive since updated information about him in general; mainly regarding his species.

Now this is where the development mostly is. Mango is part of a species i made up called flower dragons, dragon like lizards that are made of fruit flesh, their key aspect, being able to be reborn. As shown in both Mango's backstory and the image above, flower dragons are able to be reborn as long as the seed on the tip of their tail is planted into soil. After a bit, the dragon will reform, tho as they go back to being a baby after being reborn, they are very vulnerable due to not having their new seed yet.

Best part about all this? The species is basically extinct in the world Mango is in, with him being the only member alive at the time of his appearance in the story. Luckily for him, flower dragons reproduce asexually, collecting the pollen of other flowers onto their wings. After they gathered enough pollen, pulling off a wing (removing the wings does not hurt) and planting it into the ground will cause a new flower dragon to be born. A flower dragon due to this also rarely look like their parent, as the appearance of the dragon is determined based on the pollen collected previously.

Thanks to this, Mango has increased the population by 3. He'd probably have made more progress if he wasn't so killable.

Anyway that's my rant about Mango over for now. Ill probably talk about him more if I ever make a dedicated post about Malvin. Im also probably gonna finally make him and Mira a new ref, Malvin has gotten 2 new refs, despite all 3 being created around the same time,,

[penguin--person]

Alík anon back for more. 1. I still think your OCs are cool as hell. I like all of them but Alík(obviously lmao) and Nastya are my favorites.

2. I love how you portray Anya and Dima, in both your art and your fics. Your stuff is part of the reason I like them, and also their side of the PAFL story more than before.

3. Your fics are so good. You’re scary good at, like, gory ones too, like with Divergence and the one where Sanya beats you up(sorry, forgot the name). Those two fics made me feel exactly where my heart was and made me feel the bile in my stomach. I mean this in a good way. 👍🏽

4. I think this is the last thing. Also, first reason for me wanting to send this ask. I saw the alík x sanya playlist and thought “hey that’s sick as hell, lemme like that.” First thing is, are you okay with that? Can I have the playlist in my library? And second, on a funnier note, I made a playlist filled with songs that made me think of sapphic longing, and it was unintentionally very similar to the alík x sanya playlist. Which makes sense considering their relationship. I think. First songs I can think of were Wet by dazey and the scouts and Squaring Up by Sir Chloe. Oh great taste btw that’s all for now bye

ohh anon thank you.... my dearest anon...

alík doodles just for you!! chomping on a mic... ive been thinking of making like, a comic for her !! ive never rlly done one before though, so, im scared it will suck. but. whateverrr alík would love whatever i'd make!! fuck it we ball!!! ive been neglecting her a bit lately, not drawing her much and all that... so sad ... i keep getting distracted... first with nastya, now with patho x pafl, my friends ocs, i wanna draw smth for my friends bday too.. and theres a dtiys that i wanna join .. there's soo much nastya stuff you dont even Know... So much nastya lore... 90% of it is in my friend discord tho !! my friend tarot (@/tarot-the-silly-one) is her biggest fan ever and has drawn her soo much!! hes posted some of his art of her there!! tho most of it is in the server hehe... look at this thing he made of alík!!! you may have already seen it but oughhh it lives in my heart... the other character in it is his oc zhenya!!:) i love her... shes my friend..

2. heheee!!!! my swag skillz!!!

3. thank youuu!!!! lots and lots thank you!!!! i appreciate it lots <333 the sanya beats you up fic, fun fact, is named after this

bc i love it so much... this could be us but yuo killed me ten times ten fucking times sanya when will yuo learnt o love me a gentleman gamer instead of going after dumb jocks?!!?!? bitch. gamers rise up.. thank you again!!!! its always nice to hear that people like my fics!! and its awesome i made you feel sick... thats the intent im going for... hell yes... my liefs work!!!

4. ya ofc!!:D you can like any of my playlists 👍unsure if i've shown you the alík one? well !! here's alíks playlist and nastya's playlist <33 hehe... thank youuu!! coolest anon of all time

[tamaharu]

ignore the first posts caption thats not what this is about anymore. i hate time loops actually. some ocs designed to ask the question on everybodys mind: how many days could you spend trapped in a car with a dashcon attendee before you started trying to open the door on the highway.

fake blurb + long vomit of my thought process regarding them below.

Lizi (LastName) is probably the world's biggest fan of the YouTube duo (IDK), and now that she's finally got her driver's license, she's ready to undertake what may be the most important task of her entire life: proving once and for all that they're a couple. While attempting a solo drive from New Mexico to a convention they're paneling in California, she encounters Melanie (LastName), the third child and youngest star of a massively successful family vlogging channel, accidentally left behind at a gas station while their family took the very same trip (or so they claim). Lizi promises to drive them to the convention, in exchange for use of their creator pass to get backstage and finally meet her idols. The plan is simple, the execution less so, where only the strongest of keyboard warriors can survive. And, ultimately, the drive leaves Lizi with a difficult question to answer: is RPF… fine?

who knows. none of this is real. theyre generally the same characters as they were in the first three pics (chronically online teen and 12yo whos really not into it) but the situation is much different. i tend to go 'characters/fun story element' first, 'plot' second, which um. isnt the best way to do that lol. so i was like i want to put characters in a time loop. and then drew them. and was like, great, but how do i put them in a time loop? i kind of figured itd being 'sneak backstage to some tv show or something, try to meddle,' but couldnt work anything more concrete. so i stopped thinking about them!

then maybe over a year or so at this point, i read an article abt kids who had grown up as part of those family vloggers/bloggers and how it affected their life. and then i thought abt the difference between that vs the emotional neglect of kids who kind of grew up with the internet as their parents. so i always meant to draw them in these new circumstances, but i wasnt quite sure what i wanted those circumstances, beyond their new backstories and the Meddling Kids conceit, to be.

and THEN, i was thinking abt ocs at work today when a bolt of inspiration struck: but like, what if this was actually about dan and phil the whole time. i watched them as a kid but wasnt like, big into them. but ive been watching more recently and have been kind of fascinated by the fan culture they built, both in their heyday and how its transformed into what it is now. like, the fake working title (on that very very rough poster draft) is blatantly stolen from an old dnp video title. and thus all the elements have combined. though let me be clear: ITS NOT ABOUT DAN AND PHIL. its about my fake ocs and parasociality and 12yos and their terrible babysitters and unrealistic roadtrips. .......but its also not... NOT about dan and phil.... make that the new tagline.

im not going to do anything big with them. but im glad to at least finally have figured out what to do with them, so i can draw them more. clearly i need to. bc what is up with what i did to lizis design this most recent attempt compared to her original (tbf cartoony) design. i realized as i was coloring she looked too much like me and i got scared so i gave her green hair.

some ocs designed to asked the question on everybodys mind: how many days could you spend trapped in a time loop with a genshin fan before you started scratching at the walls

[perenlop]

Hello Yall id like to ask for writing advice real quick for my pmd ocs, specifically marlow and valerie. thing is, it’s about emotional abuse from a parent and how it can be unintentionally passed on through generations (cycle of abuse but its not actually the term for that, saying so its clear what i mean) and marlow’s arc is about realizing he perpetuated the cycle in his own way and how he grows from that while breaks out of the paranoia he instilled in her

thing is i really dont like what i actually have for marlow’s backstory the more i think about it. partly bc what i had before was specifically emotional neglect, and i want to go through that with another main character and not have repetitive backstories for two main characters who likely will not mention it to each other. but im not sure how to go about his backstory while still making his actions understandable and also having valerie’s part in this make sense.

im being vague but basically what im asking is like a dm so i can go over this in more detail (not specific events but just what i have in mind overall) and basically get advice like, is it too tasteless, what you may have in mind to build off of and improve it, which idea ive got that makes the most sense, or even just am i overthinking and the general plot is fine as long as its done respectfully. basically just figure out what works best not only from a tasteful standpoint but through a storytelling standpoint

[higuchimon]

[fanfic] Curse Control:  Chapter 1

A flower of bright gold unfolded from what most people in Fernsworth thought wasn't anything more than an abandoned ramshackle hut. Sometimes travelers stayed there for the night or during bad weather.  Rumors ran rampant about fae involvement at times, since strange lights were seen dancing around there at odd times.  Once in a while people were hired to check it out and they always returned with the same judgment - an abandoned ramshackle hut, with nothing to recommend it beyond having been built well enough to withstand the elements without much in the way of upkeep. 

Thomas Arclight strolled out of what had been the hut, dusting himself off.  He didn't cast as much as a single glance behind himself as he weighed the bag of silver he held.

Good enough for a few drinks, he determined, and turned his paces towards the road that led to a town of far more significance than the closest one.  He'd been in the area too long; if he stayed here for his celebration drink, then it was quite likely that someone from the gang he'd just mostly incinerated would recognize him.  Not that he couldn't deal with it if they did, but it would be so annoying, and he had so many better things to do with his time.

Besides, he was scheduled to meet Chris in the larger town of Westwend in a few days, and he didn't want to be late for that.  His elder brother could be so annoying when Thomas didn't show up on time or didn't show up at all or blew up all manner of things before he got there. 

At least this time he'd done a more or less good deed.  No one would miss the low-lifes he'd taken care of, and given the strength of the spell that he'd used, he didn't think it likely that there had been any survivors.  Even if there had been, he doubted they would be able to follow him.  So he headed on towards Westwend, trying to remember which tavern he'd promised to meet Chris in and thinking about what sort of ale he wanted when he got there.

Behind him, out of the raging inferno left behind, a plank of charred wood shifted, and a single hand twitched underneath, before clenching into a fist, and a hiss of rage floated on the wind.

Thomas settled himself into a comfortable chair in the Melting Dagger, sipping at a pint of a very fine ale.  It wasn't the best ever; this wasn't' a good enough windfall for that.  But it was good enough that he could drink it and he didn't have to worry about anything else.  Except, of course, the one thing he always worried about. 

Not right now, he reassured himself.  He'd cast his magic for the week.  It wouldn't build up now.  Everything would be fine - unless some fool pushed him beyond his ability to reign in the flames that seethed under his skin.  It had been known to happen.

For now, though, everything was fine.  Everything would continue to be fine.  He just had to wait for Chris to show up.  It would be nice if they could have Michael as well, but that wasn't likely. Perhaps they'd go check on him once they were together.  Not that he'd know who they were.  He never did.

Thomas's hand clutched harder around the metal drinking cup.  He wanted to scream and burn something, and hauled back on his internal flames before they had the chance to scorch anything around him.  It wasn't Michael's fault.  It wasn't his fault.  It was all the fault of that damnable bastard!

Anyone looking at him might have caught a glimpse of flames burning in his eyes for a few seconds.  Thankfully no one was.  Only the very strongest of fire mages could have that happen and not every place welcomed a fire mage.  So far he hadn't been told to get out.  Best that he keep himself under control. The door swung open.  Thomas glanced up, more from vague curiosity than anything else, and hissed under his breath when he saw who stalked in.  What was he doing here?  Why was he not dead?

Ice-blue eyes rested directly on him as his last employer stalked over.  No one said anything.  More than one person quietly slipped out of the tavern.  When a man clearly having survived a terrible fire, face now seamed with fresh burn scars, stalked in, very few had the nerve to stick around.

Thomas mentally sighed, though he didn't make an outward move.  Who else had gotten away from the fire?  Was he going to have to deal with - oh. Of course.  He'd stopped for help.

Six of the burliest, most muscular thugs that Thomas had seen in a while stumped in after the surviving leader. Most of them didn't look as if they'd made much use of soap and water in the last month or two.  But they all looked quite capable of tearing a normal person limb from limb and would probably enjoy doing so.  Thomas had seen quite a few people like them in his life.  He'd never liked one of them.

The leader - Venom, or so he was popularly known - threw himself down into the chair opposite Thomas and glared at him. "Thought you were pretty cute with that trick, didn't you?"  His voice had once been soft and gentle, even when giving out the most horrible of orders.  It was part of how he'd gotten his name, other than knowing a great deal about poisons and drugs.  "Well, you're not gonna get away with it."

Thomas sipped at his drink.  "I have no idea of what you're talking about."  Under his skin, the flames flickered, twisted, darted, and he fought to lock them down.  Now wasn't the time or the place.

"You know exactly what you did, IV!"  Venom spat his code name back at him.  In the circles Thomas often found himself since the days of his curse, it was far better for his true name not to be known. So that sufficed. "You nearly killed me and you did kill the other!"

"Did I?"  Thomas shrugged.  "I seem to remember mentioning that I don't always have full control of my power."  He always made sure they knew that, that whenever he worked a spell of flame, something blew up.  Usually everything in his immediate vicinity.  Most of the time he could keep the blast from harming himself but that had taken practice.  The scar on his face was evidence of that. 

What he had neglected to tell them was that he needed to use his fire magic at least once a week, or it blew up without warning and without control of any kind.  He always neglected that part when he made a new contract with someone.  Sometimes he managed to channel the explosion into something useful.  As far as he was concerned, this was something useful - ridding the area of scum like that.  The fact he'd picked up a hefty sack of silver was only a bonus.

I think you're lying,"  Venom growled.  The sweet voice that had been before was now replaced by the tones of someone who'd smoked for thirty years or more.  "I think you tried to murder all of us and I want to know who paid you to do it."

An assassin?  He was being accused of being an assassin?  Well, it wasn't as if he hadn't killed people before, and been paid very handsomely for it.  But there was a powerful difference between an assassin and a fire mage, and Thomas refused to let that pass.

"No one."  Slowly, cruelly, IV smirked one of his best smirks, tossing down the rest of his ale and lounging back in his chair as if it were a king's throne.  "I did it because I wanted to.  Because you and yours are nothing but the worst kind of scum who don't deserve to live.  And if you are still alive, then I'm going to have to do something about it."

Venom growled, a sharp blade visible in one hand now.  "Kind of hard to do that when you're the one dead!"  A jerk of his head and two of the burly musclemen grabbed onto him, hardened fingers sinking into him.  "Hold him while I cut his throat.  Nice and slow, too."

IV didn't even twitch an eyebrow.  The volcano that seethed under his skin at all times seethed and surged but he continued to hold it back.  "What makes you think I'd let you do that?"

"I don't see that you're going to be able to stop me,"  Venom hissed, leaning forward to trace the blade over the scar.  "Wonder who gave you this.  Maybe I should let you live and give you a matching one on the other side, just so people know that no one messes with me."

To Be Continued

Notes: I am quite looking forward to finishing this! I had fun designing Thomas & Michael’s curses too.