#which probably wont be for a while i keep making ocs

[undermostcorgi]

drawing other people's dnd characters based on the image i made of them in my head and NOTHING ELSE because i'm evil

[plinkoplinko]

QUICK ROB LORE POST!!

I realized i should probably make some kind of lore post for people interested in my ocs, so here you go!!!

This is gonna be a really gross oversimplification of everything that I'm writing all in one sitting so it will be *far* from perfect, but if you have questions/need clarification then you can reach out to me through asks!

Also a good warning: im not sure how thoroughly i should put warnings for this but his lore has mentions of child abuse/SA !! Read w caution but i will not be going into much depth at all on that, just mentions

First, here's a big ole chart before i get into it, just in case you dont feel like reading lol.

piss baby era

Basically for half this era he lived with his parents still- his dad was around but not really involved because of work obligations and such, he was loving towards his wife but also avoided raising rob.

Robs mom was a chainsmoker due to stresses she had while raising rob when he was a baby, and it stuck with her for a crazy long time. Since Robs dad was absent a considerable amount more, he formed a much stronger and closer bond with his mom. She was big on DIY and home reno projects, which rob did with her often.

At school, rob was basically kind of a jock stereotype. He was rowdy and fun with his friends, but he wasn't really an ass at all? Just rambunctious. He played football for a while, but he mostly just played because he liked when people cheered for him lol.

His mom's smoking eventually caught up with her and she developed lung cancer and passed a good time after. This hit rob and his dad very hard, because they both cared really deeply about her. His dad (Johnson Campbell, or John) was basically killed by her passing. He spiraled very far into depression and addiction, and he was basically never home because he was out drinking.

There was some frustration towards rob from both him and his dad because they both were very aware of why his mom smoked. Rob got blamed for her death and there was plenty of resentment built up between him and his dad.

Because of this resentment and a general sense of insanity just radiating off of John, there was child abuse involved and it got pretty physical at some points. Being young and still loving of his father, rob begged the people (mostly neighbors) who helped him not to call the police, because he was still under the impression that his dad would return to his old sweet (although distant) self if he just waited long enough. The final time John ever got the chance to hurt rob was when rob was given his face scar, which involved some SA that i wont be talking about lol.

After that rob finally snapped and decided to find someone who could help him, he called the police, and his dad was arrested (rob was sent into foster care but he didnt stay for long because he was nearly 18)

During the short time between robs mom passing and him accumulating all his scars (it happened over time) he became very reserved and bitter at school. He stopped talking as much and he quit the football team after a physical altercation with someone on another team. Over all he was just a really angry and stressed out guy.

Emo era

Because of all the intense betrayals rob felt from his dad, he stopped letting people get close and comfortable with him for a very long time. He became way too cautious of everyone because he misinterpreted someone telling him that he should keep space between him and others for a while. He was incredibly aggressive and more rambunctious than before.

During his emo era he hung out with an equally dysfunctional group of people in a street racing community. They taught him a lot of what he knows about cars (his current favorite hobby) and he has crazy good driving skillz 😼. He got into a crash that mega fucked up one of his legs, but he and everyone around him were hellbent on being as destructive to themselves and others as possible, which led to him not treating the injury (it still bothers him to this day)

Because a lot of the people he hung around also came from rough family situations or just general shit, they didnt have the best advice for rob on how to deal with his feelings towards his dad. He was already angry and frustrated at him (very very rightfully so) and it was amplified because of encouragement from his peers.

His street racing era continued into his early 20's, but the people he hung around slowly started to grow apart as people. A lot of them were older than rob, and they were beginning to settle down or giving up their rather reckless lifestyle. When rob began losing his group, he started regretting how he pushed a lot of people away from him. He wanted to make changes to himself to become a more likeable person. Also he needed a job lol he was living in his car for a very long time

undercut mcqueer era

(yes im referencing that one arcane post shhhh)

Rob made some pretty drastic and visible changes to himself. Most noticeably, he worked really hard on just generally becoming more gentle and soft-spoken, because he knew he had to stop actively making himself unappealing to others.

When his mom was sick in the hospital, he spent a good amount of time there. He learned to look up to a lot of the nurses that treated his mom and decided that was the career he wanted to follow. He lost this motivation while he was emo, and he basically avoided hospitals like the plague for half his life.

He wanted to return to the nursing field as a job opportunity, but since nursing school seemed so daunting at the time, he started working/volunteering in places like nursing homes to prepare himself. He ended up liking this job much better, especially because of the connections he got to build with people.

Cars and mechanical things are still very dear to him, and he works on his own projects in a garage he rents in his free time.

He met lee when he was around 27, but poor boy still thought he was straight 😭😭 he was and still is very repressed because of some harmful views his mom carried and what happened with his dad. Meeting lee made him start actually connecting some dots about his sexuality+ figuring himself out !!

Because rob was able to realize how much of an ass he had made himself become when he was younger, he now is convinced that he can find the rest of what it wrong with him and fix that, too. He is very wrong! He needs therapy! He is severely traumatized!

His "coping style" for his trauma is to basically never come in contact with anything involving it ever again. If he doesnt see it, he can't remember anything that happened, and he doesn't have to dig into his past at all.

Also where he falls on the fight, flight or freeze scale is freeze. He's like a deer in headlights sometimes lol

I believe that is all, i tried to handle some of these topics as delicately as i could but if i come off as blunt or rude in any part let me know and i will totally edit the post lol. Sorry this ended up being so long and ramble-y, hopefully it's a somewhat coherent story because it is late and i am tired 😭😭

If you have questions feel free to ask, thank you for reading!

[oliveroil112]

GIVE IT UP FOR MY FIRST EVER TRANSFORMERS OC, BREAKER!!!

(if you've even glanced at my main anytime in the past month or so you've probably been expecting this)

He is inspired by theater masks, and as such, the whole inspo for his design is that he has rotating faceplates that each have different emotions! I split them in half horizontally so he can emote more too! His name, Breaker, is based on the phrase "break a leg" and he transforms into a speaker, since they are a fairly common item in modern theater so the actor's voices are better heard.

V2 coloring: He is mostly blue because I've often heard it described as an "emotional" color, but the red is supposed to mimic the red ribbons on theater mask imagery, which is why it's in thinner lines. His eyes are more detailed and faintly glow.

The prototype and current appearance, in that order:

Keep reading for more info!

So, the prototype page, (although the text is mostly unreadable,) is still here mostly to show the mechanics of him! (I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT HIS SCREW MOLE AAAAAA!!!) there are 4 different emotion plates, each in halves; Happy, sad, suspicious, and angry. The four faceplates are shown stored in a circle on his face. When his faceplate turns to switch out for another one, only his optics and inner mouth (of the outwardly visible features,) do not move, staying still in a slightly scary, yet quite interesting way.

Among the other notes that aren't decipherable, i made certain to note that he can only express whatever emotion his face (as a whole) displays, meaning that, though he is an emotional and open book, he can also have items jammed into the gaps to stick his face to a certain emotion. His faceplates are very close to his helm, thus, making it rather easy to jam something in, as long as you can get close enough while keeping him at whatever emotion you need.

One of the reasons this is mentioned is it could be very useful for an enemy to know; Breaker doesn't fight unless he is displaying a negative emotion. (Besides sad and its similar sorts, of course.) if an enemy can manage to get Breaker stuck as happy or sad or a combination that is more akin to those two, then he will effectively be passive. Though this seems like a huge disadvantage, his enemy probably won't think of that to be honest, so he's fine.

Although he can only display to emotion stuck on his face, it doesn't mean he wont be feeling others, he just cannot physically express them, like, at all. Having his faces stuck is an extremely horrifying situation for him, and thus, is a reason he tends not to like people touching anywhere near his face. The experience of a stuck faceplate is especially bad if you think about the fact that when he panics, (which he 100% will be if he cannot change his emotion,) his faceplates will spin/switch faster and faster the more distressed he becomes; meaning you will be able to hear the rattling of his faceplate against the item get louder and more frantic as he begins to absolutely freak out just below the surface.

His antenna is purely because i thought he looked bald and needed something; it is only for vanity but he can still use it to pick up signals.

I have not decided which group he is a part of, or if he even confines himself to one group. He is a caring man who seems a bit eccentric, but he means well. He offers help to those he meets (that are, at minimum, peaceful to him.) and is quite resourceful when the time calls, but he's not much of a fighter. He can make a screech with his speakers (loud, annoying, disruptive,) but it affects him as well, though, he is more used to it. He enjoys a couple of pranks, but he mostly enjoys harmless ones, nothing destructive or mean, just silly things.

To offset all of this lovely personality he's got goin on, i also made him a bit dense, not too much, but it's noticeable. He is fairly awkward in social situations, preferring to be in a small group to socialize, often saying odd or uncharacteristically stupid things when talking to a larger group; The larger the group, the dumber he sounds.

Hope you guys like him! <3

[aghhtdraws]

ah, the comfort of fanart...

been really busy with life and more stuff, but i keep wondering and wandering back to old fanart I've made and... missing the times I can't go back to.

I really want to continue making stuff and fanart but I know I have to also focus on a much more grounded line for a while and "re-find" what makes me, me, my art my own. That includes fanart too but I need to make original stuff for a while to see what else happens and what else I can make besides what I've made of fanart (very fun stuff, but hard to show on portfolios here). Fanart is useful in portfolios imo bc it shows you can re-interpret existing IP into something else. But I want to re-focus back onto animation and for that I want to make something more original and go back to the root of roots for myself. But for that I need to re-explore stuff I like making and figure out what kind of original stuff I could make besides "OC stuff" - which is great! but lol I wanna go deeper than that.

So! been thinking of writing instead some "technical articles" on how I approach the technical side of art! that should be helpful for myself in the long-term and it would also help for any time I wanna make smth new but need to reference something I made before. Would anyone be interested in something like that? I would put it up publicly somewhere on my more "public-facing" blogs or perhaps Ptreon. I just seem to bring out "more interesting" sides of my art when I get more technical with it so it would be smth really helpful for that first part I'm trying to achieve - doing more original work.

[ikemenomegas]

stop, myy oc's former classmates offering to set them up gave me an idea. so what if they had this super pushy classmate who just wont take no for an answer and pesters them about setting them up with someone they know every time they see each other at reunions. So so like what if the day before their reunion, gojo sets the myy oc's wallpaper to something that shows that myy oc is not single but in a super discreet way. Maybe a picture of myy oc at a cafe that gojo took and gojo's glasses or cup of coffee or anything that suggests the presence of a second person in the picture is shown and gojo makes that the myy oc's wallpaper

oh no T.T this is so cute anon. It's also the perfect mix of subtle and blunt haha, which suits him

"I can't believe it's been ten years already," you murmured.

"From what?" Satoru asked.

He plucked the piece of paper you were looking at from your hands and peered at it.

"My junior high school reunion."

"Didn't you just have one of those?"

"It feels like it sometimes," you said softly, taking the paper back.

"You gonna go?"

You tapped your foot against the arm of the couch. "I don't see why not." You were planning to go. Some old friends from back then had already messaged, insisting they wanted to see how you were holding up. It was really just an excuse to drag you from the outskirts of Tokyo and into the city.

Even after all this time, they had some impression that you were some kind of ultra industrious hermit. You never told them about all your journeys around the country. You wouldn't know how to answer if they asked what you were doing there, what kind of work could let you travel that much...

"Go and show off your new wrinkles," Satoru nodded.

You just sighed up at him. Disappointed.

He pouted, sticking out his lower lip ridiculously.

"... I don't have wrinkles."

"Sure," he agreed, and then bounced off to whatever little project was keeping him occupied these days. Or to bother Megumi.

You rolled off the couch.

You rushed into the restaurant where the reunion was kicking off while trying not to look like you'd been rushing. The start of curse season this year had been as unpleasant as usual, and you'd just finished a last minute call.

You'd changed clothes in the car, lucky that the auxiliary knew you well enough to simply clear their throat and not ask any questions when they dropped you off at a train station.

Someone called your name in bright, cheerful tones that cut through the noise.

"Hirose-san," you said back, waving and making your way over to that part of the table.

"We were worried you weren't going to show up," Oda Konoka said immediately, leaning forward across the table.

"Sorry," you apologized. "Someone from work called..." you offered a easily interpreted truth.

"Work, work, work," Maeda Hikari all but slammed down a mug of something like it was a beer stein, making Konoka jump. "The last time we saw you it was work, this time it's work. All you do is work!"

"That's normal," Hirose Asami said placidly, smiling at you over her folded hands. "For most people."

You gave Hirose-san a slightly embarrassed smile back, dipping your head in thanks for her coming to your defense.

A waiter caught your searching eye and came over. Soon the table devolved into a flurry of words, menus flapping around as people started ordering around the part of the room at which you sat. Looked like you had been a bit late then, probably one of the last to arrive.

After a somewhat clumsy-feeling start, at least from your point of view, everyone in your little cluster of familiar and less familiar faces was more or less caught up, starting to chat with their neighbors or old friends, eating well.

And as it often seemed to at these kinds of things, conversation eventually turned to dating life. It was funny, listening to Hirose-san complain about something for once. Apparently the last person she dated told her she was too scary to stay with, which made Konoka start laughing ... and not stop.

"It's really not that funny," Hirose-san was saying, a slightly cross look on her face.

Hikari was failing to stifle a snicker, mostly at Konoka but also at Hirose-san. "It kind of is. Didn't someone you met at that expo you told us about also say something similar?"

"That's not fair," you protested, a light smile on your own lips. "That was years ago, and only because she was yelling at one of the interns--"

For some reason that set Konoka off again, clutching her stomach with one hand as tears sprang to her eyes.

Oh, right. She'd been there... oh well.

"I think you're lovely," you said earnestly. "It's really not your fault. I'd go out with you--"

"If," Hikari turned towards you suddenly, cutting you off. "I'm sensing an if. And my if sensor is never wrong."

"There's no--" you backpedaled immediately as Hikari honed in on you like a shark scenting blood in the water.

"I don't believe it. All the rest of us have met someone. Even permanently intimidating Hisa--"

"Please don't call me that."

Konoka laughed harder.

"-- single to the end-of-life Hisa--"

"Worse," she said mildly while Konoka leaned helplessly on her shoulder, tears at the corner of her eyes.

"--and I refuse to believe that someone like you hasn't even gotten a confession."

"I've gotten confessions before," Hirose-san protested.

"Yeah and you always turn them down," Hikari shot back. "My point is I have a perfectly nice little someone who could be just your type--"

"Oh here we go," Hirose-san said, but she no longer looked interested in saving you. A familiar glint was in her eye which said she was settling in to watch the show.

"I really don't need--"

"But you do," Hikari said. "You see maybe one of us every six months and you went to that tiny high school out in the sticks--"

"It was still in Tokyo."

"--barely, but how many people did you say were in your graduating class? Three? No. There's no way. That's what friends are for, meeting people, getting you out of the usual wandering blah of normal life."

"Have you taken a breath at all?" Hirose-san asked, amused and still unhelpful.

Hikari waved her off and lifted up a finger. "Flexible work schedule so you can't pretend not to have any time to meet up." A second finger. "Dresses well, smells nice. The people we meet are constantly asking about perfume and cologne, it's a ridiculous amount of people." Third finger. "Kiiiind of a weirdo," although this was said with a grin.

"Hikari," Konoka finally gasped, sitting up. "You can't just say that. And to someone's face!"

Hikari grinned at Konoka's mild outrage. "It's the only thing left at our age. So many people have already given up or decided they don't want to be paired off or--"

It was such a rookie mistake, taking your eyes off of a threat just because it came from a non-sorcerer. As your eyes turned towards Konoka's sudden movement, Hikari lunged, plucking your phone from the table.

"--and I have their number right here, and I bet you haven't changed your code since high school at least."

That was not true. You'd changed it three years ago because Satoru kept breaking into your phone and installing weird games on it.

Hikari fell silent, squinting at the screen.

Konoka leaned over to see what was the matter.

"What?" you finally asked. They were just starting at your lock screen.

Hirose-san craned her neck as well. "It looks like a very nice cafe," she offered. Laying out the bait for Hikari.

"What?" you asked again. The image last you checked had been one of you and Shoko, leaning over the rail of some stupid expensive hotel where you'd stayed as her guard when a minor emergency had required her presence.

Hikari leered.

"No one I know uses pictures of themselves, alone. Two cups of coffee. The chair opposite you is out of place, flowers on the table, two forks with the cake. There's a reflection in the window. You clearly didn't take this picture and from your reaction, you didn't put it on here either. Which means the change is recent and someone you trust enough to leave this lying around did it."

You," Hikari concluded, " have been lying to us." Dramatic, melodramatic. Satoru would love this old little crew of yours if you hadn't long ago made the decision to never let the two parts of your life mix.

You scrambled for an explanation. "That doesn't mean it's a date."

You knew exactly which cafe that picture would have been taken at. It would have been ten months after you'd married Satoru and it was very much a date. And the flowers had been an apology because a mission had forced him to stand you up at the nine month anniversary. The cake had been your apology for not being able to hold out and wait up for him.

Hikari's smile was downright evil. "I never said it was a date you were lying about."

Konoka turned a very scary look your way. "It's like Sherlock Holmes," came the slightly awed, slightly taunting whisper.

Satisfied, Hikari returned your phone. "Sooo. Name? Age? Blood type? Job? Favorite color? Where'd you meet? How long have you been hiding it from us?"

Stunned, you decided to look at the picture while you decided whether or not to lie.

You were sitting by the window at the cafe, leaning down to stiff at the flowers, the cake slice untouched in front of you, the box just visible on the ledge behind your thighs, the coffees still with steam curling from the cups. Golden light flooded in from outside.

"Oh," you said with some surprise. "That's actually a good picture."

Konoka burst back into giggles.

[spottedleaf64]

Now I must know about ur oc please what's her lore👀

Yippie yippie!!! Ive been waiting for this day forever!!!!!! So she actually became leader of her clan so shes technically Smokestar but it never stuck to me, shes smokefur forever.

Basically she was a really good warrior when she was younger with a pretty idyllic life. She was kind of dating the cat who would be leader (Blazingfeather) but at the beginning it was kind of a will they wont they thing. That changed however when her younger brother Ripplepelt died tragically, he was a medecine cat and very popular so it was a pretty big blow for the whole clan.

Anyways Blazingfeather helped her through her grief and they fell in love, he took up the position of leader and soon she was his deputy (because shes a smooth talker and just genuinely good at her job) and pregnant with his kits.

But then her cat husband dies TOO, Im a little unsure of how but maybe black cough? He had like all his lives so it hit him REALLY hard. Anyways now she's leader, with one kit and a whole lot of issues.

She makes her brother Silverback her deputy but soon finds out that hes been seeing a kittypet behind her back. She feels hurt by this and their relationship never really fully recovers, she gets into a fight with said kittypet and trounces her completely, but this makes Silverback very mad. They have a huge fight and eventually she agrees to let her join but if she's a dead weight she's out.

While all this is going down, she also has issues with her friend Amberwing's mate. (Smokefur is Riverclan and Amberwing is Thunderclan) Smokefur hates him and to be fair he is kind of an asshole.

One night though, there's a fire in the Thunderclan camp and she rushes there for her friend, when she sees that Amberwing is safe, but her kits are not, she rushes in after the kits. However she doesn't return them, partially because she hates Amberwing's mate and thinks that he'd make a terrible father and partially because she feels personally responsible for them now which means that she needs to keep watch over them.

Amberwing, obviously, does not like this, so they have a huge falling out and now Smokestar has like, no support at all. At this point she's kind of delerious and has begun seeing visions of the dark forest, which terrify her.

Her ability to lead becomes worse and worse as she deteriorates further both mentally and physically, however there's not much others can do because her influence is just that well built also its kind of difficult to tell Starclan to choose another Guy for leader.

Her brother, Silverback tries to care for her until the end but she rejects him and eventually dies, posioned by her medecine cat Missingflower.

Ok that was alot and there are probably alot of details that I missed but I need to go to bed now because I have a 2 hour test tomorrow lol

Anyways TGANK YOU FOR ASKING!!! Honeslty she has just been living inside my head for so long it feels kind of difficult to write her down lol

Edit I just relaized I forgot about the reincarnations. Oh god the reincarnations

[meat-pvppet]

only now remembered my evil husband ( @spaydekingcayde ) tagged me in one of these so uhhh blows up

anyone else is free to do this ig

What is the origin of your blog title?

hrm,,,the batter off,,,,

Favorite fandoms?

i dont particularly have a "favorite" fandom cuz i dont interact with most of the fandoms i end up being a part of out of anxiety, social or otherwise

idk all fandoms seemingly feel shit cuz of how bad the bad parts get

if this were favorite media rn then thatd be OFF, coral island, destiny and like

a bunch of other shit that i cant think of rn

OTP(s) + ship name?

idfk brah most ships i have are my oc/canon ones which i could mention but id rather talk about them when i have drawings on them

ekko and jinx from arcane is a cool one ig and timebomb is such a baller name

Favourite color?

yeller

Favourite game?

coral island, fear and hunger and destiny but OFF still has the most specialest place in my heart

Song stuck in your head?

COCOA HOOVES BY GLASS ANIMALS AND ALSO INTERDIMENSIONAL BY COSMO SHELDRAKE AND ALSO APHRODITE, YOUR ELECTRIC SEXINESS BY HUMAN ZOO

Weirdest habit or trait?

idk i have alot of vocal stims and if im stressed i need to gnaw on someone or something

Hobbies

i draw i guess

and im working on some crochet projects but tbh with one of them im probably gonna learn how to knit and redo it entirely cuz holy fuck id need so much fucking yarn!!!!

If you work, what is your profession?

i'm still studying but i need to find a part-time job soon

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?

animator

or some kind of art director or character designer

game deving

shit like that

Something you’re good at?

art

Something you’re bad at?

art

Something you excel at?

bitching about art and coming up with horrible situations for my ocs and making them miserable forever

Something you love?

my husbant,,,and my friends!!!!! and also art ig

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff?

my ocs

Something you hate?

man idek anymore everythings a fuck

Something you collect?

dust

ok but in all seriousness i dont really collect alot of things at the moment cuz i live in an apartment in one of the biggest cities and im currently in college so there isnt alot for me to get my hands on

Something you forget?

everything

What’s your love language?

physical touch, infodumping, generally showing people things

Favourite movie/show?

idk actually

the boy 2016 comes to mind ig

and v for vendetta

for shows uhhh

the legend of vox machina

Favourite food?

hrm,,,longanisa,,,

but also fries ig

Favorite animal?

rats,,,ive been meaning to start keeping rats in the apartment but im very hesitant to now as of late due to worries that i wont be able to provide for them properly

Are you musical?

wish i could actually write my own music, but yeah ig so stares at my electric guitar and bass that i havent touched in a while cuz ive been busy

and also smth smth the filipino stereotype of being able to sing (debatable)

What were you like as a child?

apparently i was more social as a kid

Favorite subject in school?

since im still in school technically ill just base it on that

but anyway uhhh

general education art appreciation is cool i like it

Least favourite subject?

chemistry.

What’s your best character trait?

bitches love my autism swag

What’s your worst character trait?

this is getting real personal but hi when im not feeling well mentally it takes a really long time to recover

and also i tend to misunderstand shit in the worst way possible and make myself even more upset over smth someone didnt even say

If you could change any outcome of your day what would it be?

idk as long as im not exploding in my head then its a win for the day

If you could travel in time who would you meet?

precolonial filipinos

i wanna meet them so bad i wanna know what we were like before the spanish happened

i want to know my ancestors

Recommend one of your favourite fics!

THIS SHIT GOES SO HARD

THIS TOO

and anything cayde writes cuz it makes me wanna rip my skin off <3

[a-lonely-dunedain]

Ethedis for the LOTRO ask game?

(for this ask game where you send in one of my OCs, and I give you a synopsis of what it would look like if they were the main NPC in a tutorial quest)

o hmm, I think there's a way I could be a little mean about this heheh

so I think that I mentioned at some point that before the elf intro, Ethedis had actually befriended Amdir. I haven't fleshed out all that much of it up until now, but I'm thinking this could be a short adventure with Ethedis and Amdir where you could see them being besties (before The Horrors)

this will probably just have to be one instance, as it would flow best into the Elf or Human starting zones and we don't need to stack two entire intro questlines on top of each other lol

(under the cut bc How Did This Get So Long??)

I think it actually starts in Rivendell, with the Player Character (probably an elf/human only intro) preparing to leave on the expedition to Ered Luin, at which point you are introduced to Elrond's excited young apprentice Ethedis, and the Ranger Amdir who is going to tag along for part of the trip but plans to part ways in Bree.

Fast travel to somewhere in the wilderness of the Trollshaws, you Ethedis and Amdir are a little ways ahead of the group to make sure the road is clear. Surprise! wood-trolls! combat tutorial! After the fight Ethedis will remark that it was the first time she's actually had to put her combat training to the test against a real foe, which surprises Amdir, who says that he wouldn't have guessed it was her first real fight. One of them might ask the player character about their combat experience, which would allow you to pick from a few different responses (always a fun roleplay option and tbh I wish they would use it in more quests). I think if the PC says they're also inexperienced Amdir will mention that he's very glad you're both catching on quickly and didn't get hurt (bc he would not have fun explaining how he let two newbies get injured on his watch, and would feel very bad. classic protective Ranger moment)

Fast travel again to somewhere in the Lone Lands, you all are camped near Weathertop. Ethedis is talking about the history of the area (it sounds like she's been talking about this for a while now), and overall seems very excited to be here and see this historical site in person. Amdir smiles and says he's glad that she's interested in Dunedain history, as it brings him comfort to know that others still wish to keep his people's history alive. Your character might be prompted to give an opinion on Ethedis' loredump, either saying they found it boring (which Ethedis will simply laugh off and say that's probably why she's not a minstrel, but Amdir will just glare at you) or say it was interesting (which will prompt both her and Amdir to loredump even more)

Once you make it to Breeland, somewhere in South Chetwood, Amdir says that he must part ways here. Ethedis says she's sad to see him go but hopes to meet him again once the expedition to Ered Luin is done, and Amdir will tell her that he looks forward to it if such a meeting can be arranged, but tells you both to be careful in your travels (vaguely alluding to a growing danger in Breeland.

Then you can have two different outcomes depending on your race:

If you're a human, you part ways with the Ered Luin expedition at the same time as Amdir. He will bid you farewell and safe travels, and says that he has urgent business to attend to before disappearing into the woods without further explanation (as Rangers are wont to do). Your quest objective tells you to head to Bree-Town, but after you've been heading in that direction for a while you run into a large group of Brigands and get knocked on the head. Wake up in the Blackwold jail, human intro progresses mostly as normal from that point onward (but without the combat tutorial) although Amdir's quest dialogue would be different. If we want to get really mean, maybe one of the last things he says to you as himself is something along the lines of "I fear... I will not make it to see our friend again... tell... tell her that I tried"

If you're an elf, shortly after Amdir departs Ethedis will offer to explain to you the history of Edhelion as it was told to her by her mother before she left for the Havens. Then you get the old elf intro instance but cut down a bit and framed as a flashback, there will also be an elf woman there with a vaguely familiar face holding a baby in her arms (it's never explicitly stated, but that's Ethedis' mom and baby Ethedis), she will be there when Ethedis' dad Talagan brings down the library and she collapse to her knees in a sobbing heap when it happens. No one draws attention to her but she's still There. Anyway after that you arrive in Ered Luin, quests progress as normal but Ethedis is along for the ride. Like when you go to talk to the survivors of Edhelion, Ethedis will be in the ruins with some quest comments ("Even after all this time, I can sense the sorrow in this place..." "The land remembers it like it was yesterday, and I understand now why we still leave it abandoned" and "I think this may have been my parent's house. And to think, we all could have lived here together..."), she's also going to have Opinions about the Dourhand's borderline-worship of Skorgrim lol

After everything in Thorin's Hall is over with, she will disappear for a little bit but rejoin the story during the united elf/dwarf assault on Rath Tarag. When she hears that you're planning to go to Bree next, she will ask you to try to find Amdir and see how he's doing (surely you'll only have good news! surely!)

Later on you might run into Ethedis in Rivendell, and she'll have a short quest for you, talking about missing your fallen friend but finding comfort in your shared memories of him (very similar in tone to Gorwen's quest in Thornhad after finishing Before the Shadow) Amdir was the first mortal friend she knew, and she didn't realize how much this loss would sting. Overall it's a bittersweet reunion.

(man I really saw Ethedis and was like "the elf into didn't give her enough trauma. she's connected to the human one too!" someone please make me Give Her A Break)

[nerves-nebula]

anyway

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

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

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

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

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much?

this took a while to get to cuz i was busyyyyyyyy but anyway. this is about ABERNATHYYYYY my baby boy. adult man. lol.

🌹: his room i guess? but it isn't a good kind of home. it isn't abusive or anything, I just don't think he enjoys it. I think he lives intergenerationally with some of his extended family as well, but he probably tries to see them as little as possible. difficult, but not impossible when you've always quiet and been easy to ignore and everyone else is constantly running around making noise. other than that, at the bottom of a well, i guess. he has to be talked out of that place, haha

🍁: honestly he needs LESS time to himself. He'll stay in his room as much as possible, and then if people bother him there he'll escape to the riverside or into a crowd. he doesn't like being around people but he likes that he can get lost in them. he probably has a hidden nook somewhere in the city he can disappear into, or maybe a little shed out back that he spends time in, but i havent figured the specifics of that out yet :')

💐 : it is a relief to him that he doesn't have to get up and face people when he's sick. but he also hates it cuz then if anyone finds out that he's sick (and they will because they'll come to see why he didnt come to work) then people treat him all nicely and take care of him. which he doesn't deserve !!! he feels like he's wasting everyone's time and energy and on top of that emotional distress he's fuckin SSICKKKK. he's not a bad patient but he's minimally responsive in an attempt to get people to leave him alone.

I think he's probably much better at caring for sick people than he is at being taken care of.

🌺 : he drinks babyyyy!! he drinks in bed wrapped in blankets. sometimes he'll go on a walk and drink outside or by a river or something. almost always alone, too, he prefers it that way so that no one asks what he's upset about. but if someone joins him he probably wont try to get them to leave.

🥀 : he wouldn't decorate a notebook, though he might scribble in the margins sometimes. he might be too scared to keep a really personal kind of journal cuz of what he might end up writing down lol. he doesn't want there to be even a bit of a chance that anyone finds out.

☄️ : well that's the question isn't it. personally i think i treat all my oc's terribly <3 but Abernathy's a special case where he's the one who mostly tortures himself so, it's hard to say. Like I'm barely doing anything here

[acrowwithakeyboard]

OC Talk Time!

I've been pretty quiet lately to be honest so while this week is going to be busy still, hopefully by the weekend I am gonna post a big-ish thing in the works. It'll be more clear cut when I actually post it, but essentially it's looking to be a master-list for my Skyrim characters so I can keep track of them. The pinned post on this blog will be unpinned and the new one will go up, with hyperlinks to each character I have (my best friend helped my formatting woes when I was trying to write eight fictional bios in one post.) In that vein, not all of the bios are done so I will likely update the pinned master-post as I finish them, but I want to get the master-list up and ready at least.

I also learned a very important lesson during this: Make presets of your ocs folks!

If you use the Racemenu mod there's an option to make presets in your game, from which only recently learned I can save my oc's faces even if I don't have an active file, which has been a blessing for sure. I know people probably know this but it was news to me lol.

But, before I learned I could do that, I lost my saves and had to remake my OCs from scratch, which is a bummer but mainly was Not Fun because Ynhethune's face and specifically her nose was an absolute nightmare to make twice. The ocs also just needed a bit of fresh paint so to speak. Lot of stuff planned, but regardless Ynhethune and co. are back as close as I can get it until I mess around with them more, and I have since saved the faces I'm content with so we don't deal with that again (since my game seems to have saved presets despite another mass deletion of my saves, I'm somewhat assured I wont have to re-do everyone else again from scratch.) Plus, since the OCs went form four to eight its gonna be a lot of writing but I enjoy talking about them to my best friend so whats to say posting my ramblings here won't be fun either? There's 17 of you now that enjoy these enough so no harm in updating y'all.

I'm also going to look through the mass of videos I keep taking in the game and post a few in the interim as well!

[evilevilevilnotevilevilagain]

26, 27, D, & F for ka pleeeeaaaaaase

:') awe ty for sending an ask ragsy. I'm gonna go w Sundering KA since theyve got the most cohesive story n development...

 26. What is their preferred mode of transportation?  

Honestly, KA largely prefers going on foot. They don't much trust horses, don't really like relying on others in general(whether animal or man) & they don't have the means of owning one themself. Carriages are rare around Thornmouth since a lot of it is kind of underground. (Modern KA by contrast is a huge car geek and loves vintage muscle cars. They own a Shelby Mustang and yes its absolutely ruined their credit)

27. What causes them to feel dread? 

Falling below their own set standards. Doing a suboptimal job. KA's philosophy denies success and instead works off the idea that failure is inevitable. It is always lurking just around the corner and everybody knows it. Lurking in search of them in particular. All they can do is keep balancing on the knifes edge, always racing against their own demise. They wont admit it, but every time they fuck up a job their brain does very much scream at them that their boss hates them and is going to kill them now.

Its probably one of those delightful ocd holdovers from their early cult days. Ascension is virtually impossible, but falling below is all too easy and so difficult to claw your way back up from.

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

HMM. Actually their very first iteration had facial tattoos that I ended up taking off bcus it just felt like too much visual noise. And also I couldnt draw the knife tats in a way that didnt feel too cartoony n goofy... kinda took away from the general angstiness of KA. I also don't think as they are now they wouldve even allowed someone else to tattoo their body and face. It would be far too intrusive.

Technically their helmet changed too since inception, though that's been something I've always played around with, still do even now. But it does kinda have its baseline look. Its a teeny bit more "practical" now haha.

They were also a lot thinner, which is always a fault of mine, esp at first w chara designs vv; cus drawing wiry long thin limbs is just so fun. But theyve since moderately bulked up. I still like to think of them as an agile fighter, strike hard and fast type of guy, so theyre not like a bodybuilder or anything, but theyre sturdy. I may sometime still fall into that pitfall... but trying to be better abt it. Esp bcus most settings theyre in theyre also like, forty years old. They have more of a plank bodyshape now. Strong thighs, arms r more wiry. They are still terrible abt hydration tho, so more muscle definition in the torso lol. Still trying to balance not very wide shoulders w still making them look imposing. Always striving for making them look cool while simultaneously acknowledging that theyre an AFAB person n may not always pass, n doesnt have any access to modern gender affirming care.

(modern settings they might still be more thin, esp when theyre younger.)

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

Idk I think KA's badass and hot lol. But more seriously, yeah I am actually pretty proud of their character. Their story for Sundering I feel like is one of the best Ive come up with to date. It has all the little things youd want in a character arc. Theres twists and turns and unforeseen circumstances changing the course of the plot, shifting character motivations, a moderately sized supporting cast.

As a person? Sure, KA is frustrating as hell. Theyre stuck in their ways and I always have to keep that in mind and not give them *too* much character growth n self awareness lmao. Theyre an interesting mix of contradictions, but thats also what I find most fun in crafting a fictional character in general, because thats what feels most true to life.

N I am always so so excited to write KA against other characters and show just how deranged the way they navigate life is <3 So yeah idk, excitement is most apt I guess. Always dying to get inside their head some more.

[ponyonn]

pressure oc info dump!! this oc’s entire existence is for self ship/ oc x canon content so if that’s not ur style then u gotta escape while u still can

(for the sake of convenience while reading, Yonnie is solely referred to with she/her pronouns throughout this post.)

tl;dr - she’s the daughter of an Urbanshade employee who’s trying to unlock the secret ending of Pressure, which you get by making out with a computer really hard (and sebastian maybe).

Yonnie’s dad (Malcolm Polaris) raised her with the sole purpose of having her become a scientist like him in order to work with him at Urbanshade. unfortunately, he ended up committing a bigger sin than any of the ones he had committed during his 10+ years working for Urbanshade: he conceived a theater kid 🤯

Malcolm persists in his goal despite Yonnie’s lack of interest in science. he personally homeschools her throughout her entire life, purposefully keeps her isolated from other people her age, and takes her on as an intern/assistant at the Hadal Blacksite when she’s 23 (so in like. 2022). she isnt allowed near the more hostile monsters, but she still expresses frequent disapproval to her dad about the things she does see (or hears about secondhand). although Yonnie sticks by her complaints, she simultaneously feels like a disappointment for not being interested and doubting her dad.

she’s still working at the Hadal Blacksite by the time Sebastian breaches containment. Yonnie and her dad are able to evacuate, but this event is pretty much the last straw for Yonnie. she’s essentially like “hey. maybe this whole situation is kind of deserved? like maybe this is just one of many consequences that Urbanshade needs to start facing in order to atone for the more. uh. morally grim things we’ve done. and we have a LOT to atone for.”

and Malcolm is like “god you have just been one big waste of time huh. just a consistently ungrateful, consistently disappointing mess. you think we have something to atone for? you wanna make peace with the monsters? then get in a sub, go back down there, and do it yourself — because god knows nobody else is going with you.”

and then Yonnie, fueled by the desire to feel like shes doing something good for someone for once in her life (mixed with regret for problems that she technically didn’t even cause), actually does go back down. nobody is tracking her. everyone fully expects her to die, including her dad. the expendable protocol engages as normal.

Yonnie wanders around for a bit before encountering Painter. he’s the only sentient, non-hostile, responsive entity that she’s come across so far, so she offers him an escape. she says she could bring him back up to the surface and let him go free. Painter tells her about the promise he made with Sebastian and says that if he leaves with her, Sebastian has to be allowed to come too. Yonnie is like “they will gun Sebastian down the millisecond he breaks the water’s surface so. probably not. but i just want yall to be free, so i guess i can help you with your plan!”

she meets up with Sebastian, who doesn’t kill her on sight despite the fact that she’s an Urbanshade employee because they’ve actually met before! plot twist 🤯 they spoke briefly after she had become an employee, and Yonnie’s sense of basic fucking human decency and empathy really left a mark on Sebastian (although he’s still kind of cautious around her) 🥹🫶🏽 truly riveting. Sebastian agrees to let Yonnie help him out. since Yonnie isnt a prisoner, she isnt required to follow a navi-path and therefore wont be penalized (e.g. executed) for going off course, so she has access to areas that expendables dont. with this advantage, Yonnie is able to gather up more data for Sebastian than an expendable would. she also collects supplies for him to sell in his shop. time goes on, everybody bonds, yap yap yap.

Yonnie and Painter’s ship tag is #❥browse her history !!

Yonnie and Sebastian’s ship tag is #❥stars as bait !!

one of these. is probably gonna have far more content than the other. at least until i get used to drawing Sebastian.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

I keep regurgitating my OC in your askbox but you must know that Ansi is a liar, a swindler, and a thief (because it's fun pulling on over on the rich). She is actively swindling all of her coworkers out of their money via phishing emails or just giving a sob story to those who are particularly generous with their funds. (Don't feel bad they're all selfish, entitled, and egotistical. The Alchemax of her world is mostly just rich people who think that they understand science kinda like someone we know irl cougheloncough. They have too much time on their hands and too many friends in power. Ethics laws are pretty much meaningless. They only give her money to make themselves look better. They make a big stink about how they're making a change for their community and blah blah blah. Anyways.) If she doesn't need the cash she'll most likely donate it.

What's really funny is that she attempted to do the same as soon as she arrived at HQ. Much to Miguel's dismay. She got some of the spiders who live in an older dimension. Unfortunately after a while Lyla had to teach them about internet safety.

Ansi ended up scoping the place out to see what she could steal to sell for parts back in her home world since her scams were no longer effective. However she was so mesmerized by all of the tech there that she ended up keeping most of her stolen goods for herself to tinker with. Her and Hobie usually find themselves in the same areas snatching stuff and exchanging potential ideas for what to do with the parts. Disco has caught them a number of times with their pockets stuffed to the brim sounding like they got pockets full of loose change before they just pop back into their respective dimensions.

(Who am I kidding Hobie probably stays and denies everything when asked. Ansi is too tired to lie from lugging her loot around so she just goes straight home.)

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

It would turn into like a whole operation cause game recognize game!!!! Disco would respect Ansi so much cause black spider-women gotta stick together and she lets Ansi get away with anything, sets aside parts for her cause she's like 'hell yeah fuck miguel he doesn't need it'

but with Hobie she's the OPPOSITE.

Ansi's like 'yeah Discos cool with it ur fine' then one day she catches him and he's thinking 'oh it's the groupie girl i wink and im outta here'

until Disco is like

"Is that Hobie Brown??? Is HOBIE BROWN over here STEALING???? That's crazy!"

Because Disco runs game in her own way and up until that very moment she was playing the airhead groupie card

Hobies like "????Surely ur taking the piss"

And she's like "You know what'd be crazy?? Me not having to pay cover at your show this weekend, rightttt? You know what'd be even crazier..me being VIP, rigghhttt?

cause for the first couple weeks of knowing her she let him get away with the wink and flirt thing cause she thought it was funny. but she works in a nightclub back home and she's NOT about to play that

Disco was raised by the Panthers so she knows how to collect and trade information like an informat. So she trades info and other stuff around HQ ALL the time.

She's the plug for anything - if you wanna hack ur watch she dont know how to do it but she knows someone he does, if u need to get into lylas systems for any reason she wont do that but she knows someone who will

but she doesnt accept cash cause she doesn't need it and she doesn't 'get into no mess'

(And this may sound unhinged but this is my favorite one jgkbdknbg)

My main HC is that the first time she does it to get into a show free but the next time she asks for his guitar pick cause she just wants it

she starts wearing it (which Jess HATES) but suddenly she realizes theres a couple girlies on campus telling her they'd do anything for one of Hobie's picks and then suddenly she's asking him for more

She starts giving groupies picks and getting information from every department and then like two weeks later the hobie brown fanclub is just a full on info network

Working with Jess and the club she collects all the underground info and shares the information with Hobie ON THE CONDITION that the club gets free entry into shows and he keeps giving her goddamn guitar picks

He'd try to get around it and be like "Diane, love - you're looking fit today :)) about that meeting with Jess and Miguel you were in-"

and she's just like "uh-huh-

"Where's the pick? And don't say you ain't got it on you, I know you do." Cause one thing about Diane is you ain't playing her. And Hobie goes along with it because 1) Disco is actually really trustworthy, 2) it's damn good info about the society, and 3) he thinks it REALLY funny to see people walking around campus trading and collecting his picks for the sole fact it pisses Miguel off SO MUCH.

Suddenly people are talking in meetings and whispering about guitar picks and trying to get their hands on rare, unique ones cause Hobie etches his logo into every one

and one day Ansi's hanging with Hobie and Disco comes up to him and is like 'Pick, please'. And Ansi watches as he hands it over and she's like "?????? What's happening here"

I have to PHYSICALLY STOP MYSELF HERE I CAN GO ON AND ON IM SORRY THIS IS SOOOOO LONG BUT PLEASE!!! I love this please send more!! I love hearing about Ansi and Hobie and causing havok and an underground rebellion in the Society!!! And sorry I got so carried away I just love this idea, you can send any you have, I'm down! They would all get along so well lol

[sparklecinnamonbunny]

Qwispy!

Your OC accidentally helped a mob boss change a flat while transporting a corpse and was rewarded with a "favor." They then find themselves in a position where they need to make that call. -What is the situation and how bad does it have to be to make that call? -Is it a successful mission or does it require a few steps to complete? -What if the mob wont let your OC go afterwards? Is your OC willing to make peace with that fact or find a way out of it?

This one got away from me I'm not gonna lie. It's close to 2000 words. I'll RB this with the AO3 link once I post it over there. This prompt was *perfect* for my old RP character, so I couldn't help putting her (and her right hand man) in as supporting characters.

Under the cut: Envy Greenberg's Dance with the Devil.

Skid Row, Los Angeles, California - 1989

Envy turns the bolt and yanks on the front door to make sure it won’t budge. Another late, hectic night on the books. Running a bar (especially a dive like Cobalt) is simultaneously the most rewarding and most frustrating thing she’s done in her life. The day that she doesn’t have to get physical with a customer will be… well, probably the day she opens another bar.

She does another sweep and lets herself out the back. Go home. Sleep. Eat. Do it again. Before her keys are out of the lock, she sees a car rolling up in the steel door’s reflection.

“I know you ain’t bouta rob me right now…” she mutters, popping the door back open and grabbing her nail bat from inside. Won’t stop someone who’s really hurting for cash, but it’ll make them think twice about it. Envy locks up again and slowly walks out into the lot, bat at hand.

A long, black sedan sits in the middle of her parking lot, tilted down on one side. Flat tire in the back. The driver steps out and stares. Tall white dude, medium build. Nice suit. Either a Family man (and she thought she left those on the East Coast) or an important cop. She’s not sure which is worse. If it’s the former, she could probably take him if he’s not carrying. The latter would just take a while. Probably want to see her paperwork. Then he’d want a drink. She’d be lucky to get home before the sun’s up.

Her keys jingle when she moves. He whirls around. “Hey! You work here?”

“We’re closed.” Maybe if she keeps it short and doesn’t stop walking, she can get out of this.

“I don’t want trouble. I got a flat, was wondering if you’d help a pal out. I can make it worth your while.” The only thing that’s worth her while right now is her bed. Envy keeps walking. “Didn’t I see you at that protest last month?”

“No you didn’t!” She calls over her shoulder. He thinks he’s real slick, huh? He didn’t see her if she was there, that’s for sure. There might not be that many big black queens with battle vests and locs this side of town, but this one kept her damn face covered.

“Listen!” He exclaims as she reaches her trunk. “I got friends in high places and no spare in the trunk. You help me with this, I’ll scratch your back one day. I promise.”

“Here’s some help: There’s a pay phone down 6th. Call your friends. Or a tow.”

“This isn’t the kind of thing I can trust a tow with. Please. I'm good for it.”

Against her better judgment, Envy puts her spare on the mobster’s car for $20 and a phone number scrawled on an old receipt. The guy vows over and over that if she calls, he’ll help her, but she’s not counting on it.

Hollywood, Los Angeles, California - 2006

Envy pushes up her reading glasses and rubs the bridge of her nose. Agreeing to add playrooms to her new goth club sounded like such a good idea from the outset. Club Hedonism’s been looking for a place to run secondary events and host meetings during their more ‘controversial’ events (looking at you, Willy’s Wild ‘n’ Wet Watersports Week), and it seemed obvious to offer Midnight up.

Unfortunately, the City of Los Angeles has decided to fuck her instead. The building changes she’ll have to make in order to accommodate the playrooms have totally changed the scope of the project. For once, it’s not a money issue, thanks to Hedonism’s contract and her new submissive’s insistence to help— She needs to get new permits before any work can continue, and the city’s not budging.

She starts to punch in the submissive’s number (Isn’t her brother Dethklok’s manager? Maybe she can get a referral for a better lawyer. The one she’s got now hasn’t done shit), then stops, pulling a crumpled receipt out of her desk drawer. That’s right, the time she changed a mobster’s tire. Well, if the guy’s still alive, maybe he can pull some strings with the city. That’s what they do in the Family, isn’t it?

After two rings, a woman with an alluring voice answers. Envy almost hangs up at her Hello? but figures there’s no harm in trying.

“I’m looking for a Rob Muratori?”

Her tone drops instantly. “How did you get this number?”

“He gave it to me after I changed a flat for him in ‘89. I understand if—“

She gives a world-weary sigh and says, “You’re lucky he’s here. Hold on. Rob, vieni subito qui!”

They shout back and forth in Italian for a moment, then Envy hears the telltale sound of a phone being handed over.

“Hey, this is Muratori. No funny business or I’ll find ya!” He laughs, but it’s clear he’s serious about it.

“You might not remember me. I changed a flat for you outside a dive bar called Cobalt in 1989. You gave me this number and said I could call you for a favor.”

“No, I remember you,” he assures, warm tone not quite hiding the menace beneath. “You’re Envy, right? Envy Greenberg. Last weekend, you hosted a rope tutorial at Club Hedonism.”

Envy holds her hand over the phone’s receiver and murmurs, “What the fuck?” to herself before bringing it back to her ear. She replies weakly, “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Cool, just making sure I got it straight. What can I do for you, Envy?”

“Do you know anybody that could help me get some permits through the city? Zoning’s blocking my new club. I didn’t really know where else to turn.”

“As a matter of fact, I do. My uh, friend that answered the phone is real good with contracts. She can grease some wheels downtown and get your project back on track.”

She should be glad it’s working out, but she feels like she’s signing a pact with the Devil. Envy forces a smile into her words as she replies, “Great.”

They make plans for his lawyer-friend to meet her at Club Hedonism the following weekend, as it turns out she’s a member. Envy books them a room. Some things are best discussed in complete privacy. Before they get off the line, Rob makes sure to tell her not to invite anyone else along. It kills her plan to invite her new submissive as buffer before it can crawl.

She waits in the negotiation room for what feels like an hour, jittering her knees until they might bruise. When Muratori’s friend finally shows, she’s not like any lawyer Envy’s ever seen. The lingerie is typical Hedonism fare, but she struts on platform heels like she just got off the pole. Let alone the Az-worthy blue hair. In fact, she would’ve asked her to leave if it weren’t for the gangster rose tatted on one of her arms and the hard look on her face.

“I trust you brought the paperwork,” she says in lieu of introduction. Her voice is back to sultry, but it doesn’t have the same effect now that she can hear the criminal underneath. She’s the sort of fierce beauty that Envy’d normally go silly for. It isn’t getting her blood pumping this time.

“Yeah. Plans and stuff too, in case you need to double check I’m applying for the right zoning permits.”

“That won’t be a problem. Rob’s taking care of my retainer for this, but I do still need you to sign a few things.” She sniffles a little. She bets she knows where that retainer’s going.

“For sure.” It would’ve been nice to have Sunday here, if only to make sure she isn’t signing herself into a corner. That’s probably why Muratori insisted she meet the lawyer alone. 

She learns the woman’s name through the paperwork, at least. Darian Ambrosia. Envy would prefer to take her time and read everything over, but Darian’s piercing stare makes her rush. Steel grey eyes follow her every movement. Envy starts to sweat. Stiletto nails drum the table with coked out impatience. Envy reads a little faster.

When they finish, Darian softens those killer eyes and asks, “I try not to mix business and pleasure, but are you taking clients right now?”

Thank God for Sunday, Envy thinks and answers, “Not right now, I just took on a new submissive. It’ll be a while before I’m available for new play partners again.”

“I wonder if Ms. Mourning knows how lucky she really is. Let her know Rob and I are fans.”

“Uh-huh.” Damn, they’re gonna bring her subs into this? Guess it’s hard to get at her family when they’re all on the East Coast.

Despite the thug behavior, Darian and Rob are as good as their word. Envy only has to live with a pit in her stomach for three weeks before the permits go through and she’s back to expressing her stress with a sledgehammer. She stays glancing over her shoulder, though. A few years later, the other shoe drops.

Las Vegas, Nevada - 2010

The downturn hits Turquoise the hardest of her establishments. Figures. Vegas is not quite as recession-proof as Hollywood, and a decrease in tourists means a decrease in money all around. She’s having the opposite of a pleasant vacation. Laying off a bunch of cocktail waitresses isn’t her idea of a good time. Doing it in person with severance is the best she can do, and even that’s not as much as her girls deserve.

All this to say that by the end of her tear-soaked, chlorine-scented day, Envy’s feeling rotten to the core. All she wants to do is get in her car and spend the five hour drive back to LA shouting along to old Misfits CDs, but God has something else in mind. 

There’s a couple in dark suits leaning against the car next to hers. Darian’s hair is platinum blonde now, but she can’t miss the gunslinger’s glares on her and her companion’s faces.

“Mr. Muratori, Ms. Ambrosia. Enjoying a weekend getaway?”

“Something like that,” Rob Muratori agrees, flashing his killer’s grin. “Get in the van.”

“I’m good. I got a long drive back to LA, and my submissive’s waiting on me for an appointment.”

“That’s interesting, since the news won’t shut up about Nathan Explosion proposing to her at Paris Disneyland,” Darian drawls, checking her manicure. The tattoos have crawled down to her hands now. Between those and the hungry look in her cheeks, Envy doubts she’s been doing much legal work lately.

“Ms. Greenberg, it’ll be easier for everyone if you come along. Your car will still be here when you come back.”

Rob’s reassurance does little to soothe Envy’s nerves. She didn’t want to get mixed up in this to begin with, and she’s not going to do favors back and forth with them forever. He’s skinnier than she remembers, too. She stands firm. Might be able to take him on if he tries to grab her.

He shifts to put a hand on his hip and Envy catches a glimpse of a pistol inside his suit jacket. Never mind, she’s going along for this one. “You promise I’ll be home in time for dinner?”

“If everything goes like it should, I’ll make you dinner myself. You like Italian?”

“Who doesn’t?”

It turns out he needs her as backup muscle for a deal. She stands at a door with a gun on her hip while Rob and Darian ‘convince’ a debtor to pay up. No blood is spilled, yet she feels filthy once they’re done. She’ll be scrubbing herself raw in the shower tonight.

Rob’s pleased with the results and promises Envy another favor. She silently vows never to be down bad enough to take it.

[chiconisroc]

How long have you had Silas as an oc? Did you have him before the owl house or invent him for the show? Also, how many oc's do you have? Do you have female, non binary, etc ones?

Hmm... I need to think about this one.... hahaha

I think I made Silas up around chapter 19, and was talking to @oxblooddraws who actually was the one to give him his name, since I am terrible with naming, hahaha. but yah, soon after i made him I gave him a role for the story which my beta readers enjoyed so I was like yehhh I'm adding him. So, like, I had someone in mind that would for sure be from Philip's past in a way, and you probably will see I did have that in mind before chapter ten... hahaha. I wont say more, but I will say the next chapter will have a little clue that may make peeps answer a question about something that happened in the earlier chapters if peeps pay attention to the small details : ).... I know i'm being super vague here, hahaha

I mean, Elizabeth is female and she's an oc who i made up a chapter before her introduction : o. I didn't have much of a back story for her till later. But I did have an idea of some human after Philip planned.

I used to have a non binary character when I first wrote the story, and a lesbian one, working with Jacob, but I scrapped that cause I didn't want Jacob working with Luz and her friends and decided to give Jacob another sort of role that is much better for story telling wise, hahaha. I added a cousin for Jacob for a reason.

Oh right, you got the three female nuns who are oc's too, i won't say much about them then the story provides since... spoilers~ hahaha. You got to read to see more about them : )...

There will be other oc's that will just play a bit of a small role in the next phase, some that i have yet to give personalities to (cause I legit figure that out while I write them in the story at times) or names. But I do have the roles they will be playing set in my head o.o. (hopefully this doesn't sound like i'm bullshitting things but... well... this is how i make characters, hahaha) so yeah, I just make up charcs as I go that will help the story progress : o, and change their roles if things make sense. usually though i have a set plan who they are and will be after writing them down in one chapter : o Like, lowkey, i was going to kill Father Francis and the nuns a chapter after they showed up in the story, LOL, but decided to keep them cause i liked how they turned out and saw the potential they had for the story later, hahaha x.x

So, to answer the last two questions of yours:

Idk how many oc's i have : o

And you will have to read the story to find out more about the oc's o.o

[cathalbravecog]

uuuuu ive been thinking i might just bite the bullet and make my toontown hcs stuff an au too - similarly to what ive done with dpau (my main passion project, a big oc and world development oriented deltarune au). where i do follow the canon when needed, but if things are missing or i feel the need to adjust things or make things clearer to allow for more creativity- i can just do it. it allows me to differentiate actual canon which i know what it is - and my own made up things. i wont need to explain that oh its a part of my hcs, i can just say oh its my own personal au.

my goal would be to allow more development for my existing ocs, without being scared of canon facts and limitations. make other ocs and other things in the world to play with allowing for more stories and even more ocs... while also nicely fleshing out the world in a way that at least i personally like. obviously... very cog oriented, i always have my main focus - but there is some toon stuff planned. or like, the world in general. i do have a whole dinosaur (and non dinosaur like pterosaurs) toontown place where archie comes from.

issue is. trying to make their story a little deeper is a bit hard when i am relying on canon toon characters... and lets be honest, unless i adopt an npc to develop more i cant exactly do that. ttcc isnt gonna overdevelop some random side toon for a quest. i can! and ave fun with it! however i feel like creating my own character is more interesting, and if any changes happen in ttcc my own characters wont be affected. its safer. so... kinda letting myself go wild and Do What I Want will absolutely let me have more fun and make more characters and let their stories grow because i enjoy doing that, with ttcc as it is it can be a little difficult to do Originally however.

so yeah, ramble over, but this is what ive been thinking of. i will probably end up doing it, but it may be less coherent than dpau is, which has a specific storyline and protagonists to follow - this would just... be my own altered toontown with my ocs inside and rules that allow them to exist - plus altered canon stuff to make it less confusing because. lets be honest ttcc lore a bit confusing at this state its hard to keep a strict canon