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The biggest gift to the fandom would be an app or website we could use to customize a na’vi. Uploading a picture of your face. (Or whoever really!) and then plugging in and being able to get a render. And then you can customize the outfit and hair and stripes. So basically like FOP but more personalized you know? Don’t tell me they don’t have the tech to do so… I’d happily pay a fee too.
#mine#avatar edits#avatar explore page#avatar for you#new avatar blog#avatar fics#avatar 2009#avatar the way of water#new avatar writer#new writer#I’m rambling#but yeah#I’d love this#it’s probably great in theory right#a girl can dream#digital na’vi#na’vi ocs#like is that too much to ask for#to get a true oc of us?#avatar blog#avatar fyp
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En Español: Aquí
This was going to reference a sibling dynamic meme, but I got too excited XD
Brief context: Height difference in a future where Ando becomes a wandering traveler and the lamb digivolves until it reaches its maximum potential.
Or something similar to that, hehe (ouo)
I hope you like it!
Extra: A little idea regarding my two sheep!
"Forever is a long time, little lamb..."
This is the moment where I comment that I like light angst, but it's rare that I prioritize it, so don't worry (?)
#cult of the lamb#cotl#cotl fanart#cult of the lamb fanart#cotl au#the little bubble au#cult of the lamb oc#ando#cotl lamb#cotl narinder#narilamb#true devotion#sketch#doodles#art style#digital art#appreciation of oc#brief mention of a Digimon term#defining everyone's heights#design of my biggest sheep because I wanted to get an idea of what it looks like#and I loved it#although between us I adore its dwarf version more#and Narinder too XD#with some exceptions#Don't take everything I put here as canonical for my AU#It's just me experiencing (ouo)👍#although I could use some of the aforementioned context#yep#Possibly Possible
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"Do me a favor and put your arms around me."
#ocs#original character#npcs#for#masks: a new generation#ruth and tony#antonio salvo#tony salvo#ruth blum#i did psychic damage to myself earlier imagining what their worst argument was like before they got divorced#the really nasty kind of arguments where you know just what to say to hurt someone. and you want to hurt them.#anyway then i needed to draw something cute and nice to soothe my soul#we're good#anyway#when ruth was using tony to get an annoying ex off her back#and tony was there to return a book to her. and just to see her.#tony very unused to physical contact because he thinks his super strength will break everything/anything/anyone so he pushes people away#but then!!#oh yeah#superheroes#true strike#truestrike#masks: overlook#masks: overlook city#thumbs up at overdeveloping npcs so they can properly pass their trauma down to the younger generation#went too long without drawing again and now i must pay the price
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#saw a tweet about fingers in open wounds and i was like ohhhh. i wanna draw.#talkys#a doodley#something about that ask saying silco is my talon 2 ITS TRUE i do get that urge to be Hurt after well you know#i need a shawty who hates me and will shoot me etc#i forgot that was the foundation of talon in my brain zone...unintentional hurting but still#i think the closest i got to this was drawing him choking me in a non serious context#i think that's in this years doodle page he looks like a gyarados in it LOL#he's me not me so of course there's good and bad days and self destruction in this manner#he's nicer now but he's my designated outlet for those kinds of. feelings?#i dont have ocs ok if i wanna draw dramatic stuff it has to be between us he respects al too much to hurt him
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workin on adding more just… fun traits to Yesui. she has an interest in technology that started in The First- since she wasn’t there for the CT raids she has a little more freedom than someone like Kiril who could absolutely put two and two together.
#ffxiv#shadowbringers spoilers#ffxiv oc#geese art#ocs#oc: yesui#allagan lab reports are just the equivalent of true crime podcasts to her i fear#kiril also has an interest in technology but it’s solely around his mech dohickeys#it’s more of an art to him#yesui has a weird reverence for it. machines fascinate her and the incredibly advanced tech in the tower is like#it’s jangling keys. so much for her to learn.#she does only get to interact w/hand-picked nodes lol.#she does respect the exarch enough to not go digging thru things he’s said not to#she’s like wow this room looks like a tornado blew through#and the exarch is like haha yeah [shoves even more boxes behind a curtain]#n those ones are like. hi it’s us the ironworks from the future what’s up guys#she doesn’t get to see that fhfhdgdgdg
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Gawd I’m. it’s 4:20am and I’ve been listening to exclusively the new 21 savage album since it dropped last night and I’m thinking abt my ocs . And spacewaffles I suppose
#RRRGG I can never get Bacon’s colors right but it’s ok!!!#it’s sooo okay and fine I’m deffo not upset abt it ^_^#lifesteal smp#baconnwaffles0#planetlord#oc: Corduroy#im so proud of the name Corduroy I really like it . need to flesh out her character more <33#UGH ok I dislike how Planet’s head/hair looks and Bacon’s hair is too fucking saturated AND you can’t tell that’s it’s braids !!!#Corduroy looks fine. love you Corduroy <333#according to procreate I spent 2.5 hours on this OHGG MY GOD WHYYY#ok caption true tho new 21 kinda awesome#my favorites so far r see the real and uhh#wait hold on#and just like me . special mention should’ve wore a bonnet . THAT song takes me straight back to middle school and swing screen doors <3333#AND ICE POPS AND WATER BALLON FIGHTS that we were allowed to start past 7pm cuz parents would make us clean up and we had school#damn. I love music#ok bye I’ve been here for long enough and i probs need to sleep lol#nox art
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thinking about Nightscreen (our Sona, Bluescreen, x Nightcrawler/Kurt) again....
they're the gays ever.
#the true timeline he gets with kurt because i said so#but i also use him to selfship with logan and remy.... cause i'm fag.#bluescreen (oc)#host posting#kurt wagner#nightcrawler#selfship#x men#x men oc#x men sona
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Stay With Me
Summary: Santiago and Chrysos have a lot of feelings to work out. Spoiler alert: they still don't confess. Word count: 2.6k Warnings: major character not-actually death (this is my Boxing Day gift to you all) A/N: I wish I could've put Major Character Death as a real warning. Alas... such is life. Anyway :) I'm super done with writing this, I don't wanna keep going insane, I'm just gonna post it as is. It's actually pretty tame for angst on my part. Enjoy!! Tagging: @thehollowwriter (finn mention!!!) @kitwasnothere and @nahelenia as my top 3 murderers <3
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When Santiago comes to, groggy and lightheaded, he’s greeted by the watered-down sun filtering through the seas of Octavinelle above him. Bird and sky separated only by the glass and several gallons of water, his limbs sure feeling as distant and heavy as the ocean.
Ah, he thinks, ever-intelligently. How did I end up here…?
He can’t quite remember. All of his recent memories are escaping like soap bubbles in the wind.
While he racks his brain trying to figure it out, someone approaches and kneels next to him. A single glance at the person’s blonde hair and red eyes tells Santiago all he needs to know.
“Sorry about that,” Chrysos says, monotone as always. It’s hard to tell if the merman really is sorry or not. “I usually don’t get normal customers involved when 86’ing nuisances.”
Santiago can’t help the smirk that comes to him all too easily. “Are you sure I wasn’t the nuisance?”
“Hard to say,” replies Chrysos with an amused huff. He stands back up and offers Santiago a hand, to help him stand up.
Something about it feels off—maybe because Chrysos’ gaze seems so benevolent, that he seems so unbothered about gently helping someone he’d normally be too embarrassed or proud to. Still, Santiago laughs and sits up. “Tight-lipped as always,” he comments, and reaches for Chrysos’ hand, pulling himself up to stand.
They hold hands for a moment longer than they need to. It feels, if he dares to admit it just to himself, nice—
“Hold it.”
As if he’s been burned, Santiago jumps away from Chrysos at the sound of Azul’s voice. Approaching them are the Octavinelle housewarden and his entourage of three.
Santiago notices, with a distant sense of dread, that he’s never seen Chrysos look so furious and disappointed upon seeing his upperclassmen.
“Get back, Parrotfish,” Floyd warns. “That’s not the right Lionfishie to be getting all buddy-buddy with.”
How odd. Why would Floyd, of all people, go out of his way to warn him?
Santiago glances at the Octaquartet, then at Chrysos, whose expression is steadily darkening.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Chrysos says coldly.
“My, my.” Jade conceals his magic pen, clasped tightly in one hand, beneath the other. “There’s no need for that frigid tone. I’m sure we’re already on the same page.”
“No?” interjects Santiago. “No, we’re not. What’s going on?”
Finn looks him dead in the eye and then cocks his head towards Chrysos.
Santiago turns back around, and everything changes.
Where Chrysos was just standing as normal, there’s suddenly inky shadows surrounding the Octavinelle freshman. His eyes flare red-and-yellow as the ink (no, blot) viciously wraps around him in strands to form a cocoon of sorts. Santiago staggers back when the cocoon contracts, a dark purple haze spreading throughout the area and blocking out the sun. The whole dorm is plunged into a deep-sea darkness.
It’s Chrysos and a towering Phantom now, him hovering a little too close to the glowing pendant around its neck for anyone’s liking.
“We’re running out of time,” Azul says grimly. “Our fight from earlier didn’t do anything—”
“I’ll help fight him if it cuts down on time,” Santiago immediately declares without missing a beat. “If it saves his life.”
“Of course you would. Well, stay sharp, then.”
And Santiago tries, of course—
—but it doesn’t stop him from misfiring at some point, trying to hit the Phantom, only for it to grab Chrysos with a sickening crunch of his ribs and hold him up in range of the destructive fire spell. Santiago can only watch as it strikes Chrysos indiscriminately.
The resulting wail of agony is bloodcurdling and unbearable, but not nearly as much as when the Phantom moves a thrashing Chrysos closer and closer to its chest, a gaping hole like a beast’s maw forming there, the pendant dangling right before it.
“Wait—”
It’s what all the teachers warn about when they discuss the occurrences of Overblots. Defeat the Phantom, and the victim will come out unscathed. Take too long to destroy it, and the Phantom will… will…
Chrysos is brought to that gap, drawn in like an object near a black hole.
Santiago can’t breathe.
He can’t bring himself to close his eyes either. Even when a sinking feeling blossoms in his stomach, gripping him with all the force of a predator’s claws.
The ‘hand’ of the Phantom squeezes, another crunch of body parts that shouldn’t be breaking—
“Don’t you dare take him—let him go—” Santiago begs, but it’s useless.
The Phantom simply. Tucks Chrysos away in itself like nothing. Ignorant to his furious, fearful screams.
The hole in its chest closes over with viscous blot.
Santiago can’t look away.
“Ah… Ahh…”
He
can’t
look
away—
“AAAAAHHHHH—!!!”
A guttural scream tears its way out into the open from Santiago’s raw throat, burning and hoarse and painful. Still begging for a life not his own, his eyes fly open as he sits up in a grieving frenzy. “Chrysos, please, don’t leave—!”
“I’m right here,” calls a familiar voice from beside him, miraculously free of its terrifying Overblot overlay. It’s melodious and soothing, easy on the ears, just when he thought he’d never hear it again.
“You—” Santiago’s hand shoots out without thinking, clamping down on Chrysos’ where it was gripping the edge of his blanket.
…his… blanket…?
Only then does Santiago realize, half-delirious, that he’s on a bed in the school infirmary. He’s not in Octavinelle, he’s not surrounded by torrents and mists of pure blot. The air is clear here, and the sun is shining bright and pleasant through the windows like it does through the forest canopy back home. Although his lungs still burn a little, everything’s okay.
And, looking at the boy sitting right next to him—Chrysos is okay. He’s alive.
In silent awe, Santiago squeezes the cold, ungloved hand in his a little more tightly.
He’s alive.
Chrysos bites his lower lip and pointedly avoids looking at their joined hands. “What a nightmare you were having,” he says, false indifference in his tone. “Screaming like that… You’re lucky the nurse isn’t in right now.”
Santiago blinks. “A nightmare?”
“Yes. You were trembling and crying out in your sleep. If it weren’t the first time you’d shown any signs of movement in days…” Chrysos trails off, brows pressed tightly together.
Putting aside the fact that it was all little more than a bad dream, thank the Great Seven— “What do you mean, in days?” Santiago echoes disbelievingly. “I don’t even know how I ended up here, and you’re telling me I’ve been unconscious for days? Hello? Way to hit me with the double whammy.”
It was an attempt to lighten the mood for both their sakes, but when the corners of Chrysos’ mouth twitch downwards and his lips thin in a stressed frown, Santiago immediately realizes he’s said something either really wrong or really stupid. Or both.
“You don’t remember what happened at the SDC?” asks Chrysos. “Weren’t you there? You know, for Schoenheit’s Overblot, like Yu said…”
Santiago’s eyes widen. He only slightly loosens his grip on Chrysos’ hand a second later. “Oh, you mean—”
Toxic purple mist surrounded them, reeking of a sickly sweet concoction.
More saccharine still was the smile on Vil’s face. Even as blot dripped down his snow-white face from beneath his elaborate crown, he still found it in himself to pursue being the fairest one of all.
Showing simultaneously all and nothing of his burning jealousy and bitterness.
“—yeah, I remember,” he continues, letting out a laugh with no real humor in it. “I even remember getting a faceful of poisonous mist and then passing out right after the awards ceremony ‘cause I tried to act tough.”
“At least your brain wasn’t permanently damaged. That’s good,” remarks Chrysos with a half-hearted smirk. “Maybe you’ll be out of here sooner than I thought.”
No, there was definitely a screw knocked loose if Santiago was imagining Chrysos Overblotting in place of Vil… much less sobbing desperately at the possibility of his death…
…Santiago swallows, mouth suddenly dry for no good reason. “Uh-huh? I don’t know, I still feel a little off.”
He nearly jumps out of his skin when Chrysos suddenly leans forward, hand subconsciously moving at lightning speed to place itself on Santiago’s wrist. “You still feel off? You’re not messing with me, are you?” he asks, voice demanding with a hint of… something else. “I swear, I will have the nurse over here faster than—”
“Whoa! Don’t get your boxers in a twist, jeez!” Santiago exclaims, and Chrysos halts immediately. “Am I still dreaming? Did you just gaslight me into thinking this is reality? I mean, seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worried about me.”
“I’m not worried,” retorts Chrysos, although the watery look in his eyes as he tries to meet Santiago’s gaze says otherwise. And where there would normally be an underlying bite to his tone, it’s totally absent. “Isn’t it fair to ask questions when a certain someone has been unconscious for days?”
Nevermind, I’m definitely not still dreaming.
“So you’ve been worried about me. Got it.” Hopefully that isn’t giddiness bubbling up in his chest, despite—or because of—the way Chrysos sputters out another denial, because it sure as hell is conflicting with his sense of spite. “Why don’t you save any of it for yourself? You’ve been a resident here way more often than me.”
Chrysos stiffens, before puffing up a little; chin lifted indignantly and gaze judgmental. Santiago wouldn’t have it any other way.) “I was conscious all those times and did not actively inhale dangerous toxins made by a very powerful mage.”
Seriously, this guy… Santiago shakes his head. “Dude, I heard you nearly turned yourself into sand that one time, also because of ‘a very powerful mage.’ I saw for myself when you could’ve died fighting Jamil or Overblotted at the same time and had to stay in the infirmary for a very lengthy check-up. You know, you—”
died in my dream because of me and I would never forgive you or myself for that matter if that actually happened,
“—are a grade-A idiot getting hung up on the wrong details,” he decides to say instead. “One of these days, you’re gonna end up back here and I’m gonna get to say ‘I told you so.’”
“Hmph.” Chrysos scoffs and turns his head away. To anyone else, it might look aristocratically prim and stuck-up in the way his hair tosses slightly. “You wouldn’t come running to my bedside crying out my name, then?”
It’s Santiago’s turn to stiffen, feeling called out in too many ways. “...fuck, I forgot you heard me talking in my sleep. Well…” He pauses, searching for an appropriate response. “I would if you wanted me to.” He doesn’t have time to appreciate how smooth that was on his part before his traitorous mouth moves faster than his brain, going right ahead and saying, “And I’d still do it even if you didn’t want me to, ‘cause if you die on me I’m absolutely going to—”
Crap! Backtrack, backtrack, backtrack!
He shuts up immediately before he can incriminate himself any more, pursing his lips and watching carefully for signs of a negative reaction.
Almost too neutrally, Chrysos glances back over at him from the corner of his eyes, the piercing look in his irises only partially hidden by his lashes. “...You really would be that concerned?”
“Maybe,” Santiago answers, pasting on a nervous smile.
“‘Maybe’ isn’t an acceptable response.” Chrysos looks him straight in the eyes. His hand feels warmer, for some reason. “Don’t be shy. What would you do?”
Santiago huffs defensively. “Fancy that, you telling me to not be shy—”
“Santiago. Stop messing with me already.”
That tone, desperate and curious and impatient all in one, is singlehandedly more commanding than any other order Santiago has ever gotten in his life.
The beastman slumps back against the headrest, being sapped of his will to argue. He already knows it’s pointless. It’s kind of hard to beat around the bush when the bush has already slapped you in the face with a very thorny nightmare. “Miss you, probably. I mean, I dreamed about it, but…”
He thinks about the way he screamed and forced himself to wake up because that scenario had seemed so real. Probably can only begin to describe whatever he was feeling.
“...Well. You’re the only person who’s ever gotten me, y’know, so don’t die because you couldn’t help yourself. I don’t wanna have to cope with my dream becoming reality. Please,” he finishes lamely.
“Oh.” Chrysos stares blankly at him for a moment, then at their hands. “...oh,” he repeats, in a much quieter ‘sudden realization’ sort of voice.
Santiago squints at him. “Dude. What kind of guy tells his buddy to open up about his feelings in such a pleading tone and then is surprised when he actually opens up about it?”
“The one right next to you who was expecting his buddy to dodge the question again.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Santiago replies, rolls his eyes.
Chrysos worries his bottom lips, gaze shifting to the side suspiciously quickly. It looks like he’s considering something.
“...Are you taking that literally?” Santiago wants Chrysos to take what he said literally, to be honest, but that’s beside the point.
“Because you’re so dense, yes,” Chrysos snaps back. His free hand comes up to tug one of his curls closer to his face in that bashful way he always does. “If you died like you could’ve from Schoenheit’s poison, I would march right over to the afterlife and drag you back into the world of the living. Then I’d beat you into the ground for hurting me like that. Your ass is not leaving this life until I say it’s okay to. Does that make enough sense to you?”
“I don’t remember the story of the musician and his muse being this violent,” mutters Santiago, feeling incredibly touched despite the brash nature of that admission. Or maybe because of it.
Chrysos’s cheeks flush as red as the ends of his hair. “You asked. I delivered. Look who’s being a hypocrite now.”
��Touché.”
It feels like something between them has… changed, when they both fall silent for lack of things to say. Not in the terrifying way Santiago’s surroundings shifted during his nightmare, but a change for the better. Like a burden has been lifted off his shoulders, making the silence bearable.
“I… think I may need to go,” Chrysos says, a dusting of pink still on his face. Maybe because he’s spoken too much, or at least by his own standards. He stands up, letting go of Santiago’s hand. “Culture fair and. All that. You know how it is. I’ll see you—”
“Wait a minute.”
Santiago reaches out and, instead of just grabbing, intertwines their fingers. His longer ones settle perfectly between Chrysos’ knuckles as if they were meant to be there.
The merman goes still.
“Hypothetically,” Santiago begins, “if I asked you to stay a little longer—would you say yes?”
Chrysos’ mouth opens, freezes, and then closes. When he next speaks, it’s slow and cautious, like he’s testing out how the words actually feel. Testing the waters. “In this hypothetical scenario… I could be convinced to stay. Possibly.”
“Cool. So don’t run away just yet. Stay here with me.”
They make eye contact.
“...How persuasive. Well—” Chrysos sighs and sits back down, before offering Santiago a small smirk. Barely noticeable, but there. “It seems like I’ve actually got plenty of time to spare all of a sudden.”
Santiago can’t help but smile too.
#kai's writing#twisted wonderland#twst#twst oc#santiago parro#chrysos pendentif#with a minor guest appearance from#finn clearcove#canon character appearances <3 too lazy to tag once again#bro. these. these freaking two.#santiago 'i cope using humor because i don't think my true feelings are socially acceptable to talk about' parro#and chrysos 'i am going to go ten different kinds of insane if this bird doesn't speak clearly to me' pendentif#theyre FINALLY getting over themselves a little#santiago: im going to hide how i feel about this! he'll never know!#santiago when chrysos deems the situation dire enough to actually sniff out his bullshit: ...fuck#ill stop going insane in the tags but#these two are literally an inch away from just confessing 💀 im so done with them
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Comm for @ CitrusCynical! Part one bc I'm working on a few more ♪
#talking about work. first i didn't do much outside sending a lineart today bc *turumrumrum* i got a pc!#yayy! clapclapclap!#still gonna use the laptop to draw since the cpu only has one hdmi entrance and i can't connect the tablet#buuuut i have a piNK KEYBOARD. literally my dream come true#i might be able to play genshin again♪ i might be able to download bg3 in my own pc♪#I'll be able to use a paint textured brush bigger than 100 pixels♪#he hehehe hehe#the wifi connection sucks tho. we'll have to connect it with a wire i think#downloading steam at turtle pace lol#rui draw smth#art commisions#commission#oc#original character#im so happy i was literally at the edge all day lsndmsmdm#I'll upload a photo in my twt probably. i wanna show off my pink keyboard pink mouse and pink cat-themed mousepad#I'm also! reclaiming to Clipstudio support for my product key bc i bought it in like 2020 and we lost the email with the code#i have a pirated version but it's old. and i also have enough money rn to buy the newest version but my mom tells me to get my own again#ñeñeñe
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yesterday i realised claire is a valley girl. this makes everything 5 times funnier
#well she's not a sfv girl but You Get It.#i've always written her using a lot of like (interjection)#but this changes everything. totally! for sure!#oc: claire swanson#picture this. claire explaining a situation to hunt.#yeah no it was like um totally true like#we gotta make this guy suffer. he deserves it. and this is my mission in life
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what are your thoughts on the movie that goes along with daft punk’s discovery. i’ve been thinking about it recently
EDIT I MIXED THIS ASK UP WITH ELECTROMA MY BAD. im not changig it cus i took too long writing this out so im sorry anon. as far as interstella 5555 i love it. yay anime
old answer below oopsie
it feels really sad to me. idk about what exactly the message was, i think its something about their fame? and desire to be unique? or feeling like their time is up. or job is done. or something. being trans and autistic the scene in the bathroom has extra meaning to me and it really punches me in the guts. i like the way that faceless characters have to act more with body language and i love that you can feel their despair and frustration and resignation and how they don't handle it exactly the same way.
it's absolutely because i know this now and it's colouring the way i see the film since the film is way older and the world is really different now, but this quote from Thomas bounces around in my head a lot when i watch it:
He cited concerns about the progress of artificial intelligence and other technology as to why Daft Punk split, saying: "As much as I love this character, the last thing I would want to be, in the world we live in, in 2023, is a robot."
im having a hard time articulating why exactly it makes me so sad, cus while i adore robot characters that are desperate for a sense of humanity (data, etc) for their autistic coded stuff and we all love the eroticism of the machine and robots that FEEL, i just feel like this:
#daft punk#what i mean is like. the robots arent that bad!!!!!#its true but the dangerous push for treating AI like it has humanity totally undermines the artistic intent of robot characters like that!!#auhh youre right!!!#not that its wrong to have characters like that im still doing my robot ocs and stuff but i get the sentiment yknow. i get it.#none of us want to be used as some sort of weird argument in favor of ai against our will or something
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making the bagel post had me scratching my head going now let me remember what meat eaters eat hold on i got this i got this .
#i have a bad habit of accidentally making my ocs vegetarian or just rarely bringing up things theyd like to eat#velouria i think is for sure a veg of some kind. probably politically inclined as well#but i had to think about ok what would my mom eat on a bagel ... what would so n so eat ....#true story im serious im not bragging when i say any of this btw i am just sooo out of the fucking loop at times#you would think this would be not true what with my bake off interest where they had a whole game themed week 🤢 heugh#straight up i just havent eaten meat (intentionally) since i was.....? 12/13????#when i say intentionally its bc one time my grandma put bacon bits . in a salad she made for me#and the other times my dad convinced me that certain things he'd order for us had no meat in them#very mean thing to do btw. if someone you know is vegetarian vegan or has like meat averse arfid or something else going on#do Not trick them like that it is not funny or cool. someone like me who hasnt eaten it in so long could get fucked up from it#THIS IS ALL TO SAY THAT I NEED TO DIVERSIFY MY OCS DIETS. BECAUSE IDK WHAT THESE FUCKERS ARE ON#lou i think will be the furthest thing from what i eat food wise. he cannot resist the american artform that is the cheese burger
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Void and Nova are gods and brothers, Nova likes to create mortal bodies to be among mortals without any suspicion that he is a god
#kirby#kirby fanart#kirby au#kirby oc#kirby comic#kirby headcanon#kirby void#marx kirby#kirby marx#void kirby#Marx is one of Nova's reactions as a mortal#I use Kirby to be able to get all his power because at his young age it would be impossible for him#That is the true form of Void in the far distant past.
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There she is, the Courier Being thrown into bullshit when all she wanted to do was get some easy caps Along with being an Ex-Farmer from Australia, Creeps is an Ex-Bogan (Raider for Aussies) and ran with a lot of nasty people when she was younger, only changing her life around when the gang she stuck with started to get into mutilations' and cannibalism. She was dubbed The Chameleon for having such a simple face, before the cheek tattoos, and able to disguise herself very easily. Having her hair shaved for so long and not being able to alter herself, once she got out she went wild with being experimental with her hair and tattooing herself heavily to leave that part of her life behind with the gang.
Creeps is proficient in melee combat, using her bow for long range and hatchet for both close and long range. She is high in Perception, Strength and Charisma, but low in Intelligence, Agility and Endurance. After being shot and then dug up, her one and only goal is to find and beat the shit out of those who shot her.
#decided to bring my sona Creeps from my horror blog to here as well cause why not#Benny better stay in his room cause she is going to use him for bow practice#She has lots of stories from Aussieland and loves to share them even if they're true or not#I'm also trying not to have too many fallout ocs tho going to try and only have a max of 5 just so no one gets ignored#tho Jeremy really steals the spotlight lol as deserved#girl gets a small character sheet before poor Bonnie who this whole account was made for!!!#fallout oc#fallout courier oc#fallout NV oc
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so obviously on a meta level beholders and beholderkin only roll for random eyebeam attacks for game balance reasons, because 'and the beholder has a disintigration beam!! watch out!!' is dangerous in a way that's fun and exciting but 'and the boholder systematically disintigrates each of you, game over' is not, but this mechanic is very funny to me in the specific context of being able to have a gazer as a familiar which is bonded with and theoretically obedient to a player character
all day long he's telekinetically pushing things off your desk over and over like an asshole cat, using fear on passing children, sniping birds out of a flock overhead with frost rays. you get into combat. you tell him to only focus on attacking with frost rays, a thing you absolutely know he is fully capable of doing, and he just simply does not. actually he's gonna go ahead and do whatever he feels like, thanks
#I also like 'gazers have 3 int and get too excitable in combat and just start firing at random'#but 'gazers are dickheads and are gonna be annoying on purpose' is funnier to me#I say this with love I love melliwyk's wretched awful gazer so much#anyway it's obviously on a different level but having to roll for player-controlled gazerbeams is also necessary for game balance#'yeah you just get a gun that shoots 3d10 twice per round for free forever' isn't exactly balanced lmao#but ALSO obviously 'beholders use disintigration and telekinesis to build their lairs--'#'--but they can't actually choose what ray they are using and they can't use any one ray twice in a row' cannot possibly be in-world true#to be honest I am Bothered by beholders because it's hard to justify in-world why they wouldn't just focus fire sometimes#but also meta-wise they Cannot and I would very much not want to change that :') but also I DO like beholders in theory#one of the bits of dnd where the dissonance between game mechanics and in-world reasonings really strain my suspension of disbelief#fortunately as a player all I have to worry about is one gazer and fortunately gazers are stupid and also dickheads 😌#my OCs#melliwyk
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the amount of time i spend thinking about Even carrying the metacrisis doctor’s fob watch is really quite disproportionate to how much ive fleshed out that part of the story in my head
#i still find myself not caring if the metacrisis doctor couldnt use one. he can because i said so and because donna shouldn’t get amnesiaed#alone.#but anyway. even. its just something about like.#here is your best friend. the man who showed you how big the universe could be. its still him human or not. its still the doctor.#can’t call him that. have to watch your tongue always because no matter how familiar their faces are. these two people do not remember#everything you did together and never can. at least they still love each other. nothing could change that. that’s what matters. you steer#them into each other’s lives so carefully and watch to see if they’re going to get hurt. but they don’t. it’s okay.#and still. and still. you carry your best friend’s life. everything that he is. you can hold it in the palm of your hand. he gave it to you.#he entrusted it to you. well. that’s not entirely true. technically you volunteered. but how else could you say thank you.#you made your world so so small again. for him. larger than you would’ve been used to once but you know what galaxies feel like to fly#across. and now you’re stuck in time and space. this is for love too. this is for the life you hold in your hands.#or wear around your neck on a chain. and because you chose this. you can never see him again. or you see him every day and he doesn’t#recognize all of you.#that would make anyone desperate wouldn’t it? make you do something stupid. make you turn to someone you shouldn’t.#even makes bad choices when they are cornered. i think.#dw oc#the important bit is of course that the only way they can ever get rid of it is by their own choice. which they never would choose to do.#(because tentoo won’t take it back. he’s his own person. impressions of the doctor influencing him. but the part of him that is donna doing#so as well. a whole new person. who does not want her memories back and to be unmade.)#but the point is that the moment even takes it. they will never let it go. they will lose it. on painful occasion. but it always finds its#way back. depending on the context this presence and responsibility is either comforting in its constancy.#or. in a less kind world. a horrifying reminder of how far they have fallen from who they tried to be for him.
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