#yes all my ocs have eye motifs

[theallegedbird]

don’t normally throw oc art here but this is dea she’s my daughter and i care her

[nihiltism]

oh goodness! hi vee! i know its a little bit late, but can I ask for 6 on your oc ask game?

wowie zowie hi person who Definitely isnt just me on anon!!! i absolutely can thank you for asking!!!

so thats my guy chucklefuck and ive been looping this song for a WHILE so its their song now!!

i know for a fact i have Not gotten the chance to talk about chucklefuck here so im gonna be using this as an excuse to talk about them a bunch! basically theyre. best adapted to be a ttrpg campaign character, for one. but theyre a spy bot created by The Main Oppressive Regime to mislead their peers, as well as spy on them and report back. so basically if i played them id be rolling bluff checks every 5 seconds because of their other main gimmick: they think theyre the funniest bitch in the world. see to avoid suspicion they elect to play under the "beep boop, i am a robot" facade. this is Incredibly fucking funny to them bc. yknow the gags where a robot character will do some faux pas or embarrass another character in the party but its not like they Meant to they didnt know any better. well. yeah this guy definitely knew better and they are Living It Up.

im not gonna explain their whole Deal but i will say that i think they Will eventually get found out bc they cant bullshit forever and thats where i think the song fits bc they kindaaa. only exist to be in service of CapitalismCorp Incorporated and havent had enough freedom ever to really think of this as a Bad thing really. theyve got this Delight at watching the world burn and they know that includes them but they sure don't care! why would they?

[sulfies]

can you spill more abt that self insert of yours? 👁️👁️

Oh boy oh boy can I? (big yapping incoming) (typo and grammar massaccare of 2024)

He is a self insert OC Assassin from the Ottoman brotherhood (bc Im Turkish) and he is 23 (bc I am)

not a secret mentor or anything lol I was just joking in the first post making a mary sue.

I imagine he is similar or one above than whatever Yusuf’s rank is (I have yet to play Revelations :,p ) tho I do not know what time he should be in, Realistically if no time travel happened he would be in same time as Yusuf but I dont want Gilf Ezio (sorry) but if its Ezio, Alt and Desmon togather timeline probobly he is in around AC2 Brotherhood time. (maybe he came by Italy to do a mission and dropped by the hideout)

He is ethnically Balkan or/and Greek (bc I am) which probobly means he was taken to Constantinople as a teen or kid to eighter be sent to Jenniserrie training or the male-harem.

Small history lesson:

- Devşirme was the name of the practice where Ottoman empire basically enslaved young Greek,Balkan,Ukranian,etc etc boys and inserted them into an Elite military (Janniserries) even the Sultans themselves were scared of bc they were known to start coups and kill Sultans(they got a salary and are socially above the commonfolk but… military slaves non the less)

-Male-harems existed, again Balkan, Romanian, Slavic and greek etc people were often the main people in the harems (fun fact nearly no Sultan is Turkish due to this lmao they are all mixed), once again their status were above the common folk and they were well taken care of (the older males could even become gov officals after) but slavery non the less.

Idk if I want him to escape the harem or Jenniserrie for his edgy backgrund but maybe he did few years of training, cought the eye of the Sultan and escaped the moment someone was like “you have been promoted to an elite employeeee, u won harem lotterry” . Probobly wandered the streets a bit, got into hella fights till an Assassin picked him up escaping a group of soliders. Maybe it was an older dude who saw him when they were both in training

He is basically based off my own ethnicity and its context to the time and sociatal goings of that era lol (which was hella gay… very gay… too gay almost)

He probobly has some traditional slavic leg,hand and arm tattoos (bc I have em but also) mostly bc around those times (nearly always women) used to tattoo themselves in those motifs to remember their christian roots and their culture (that Ottoman tried to erease) and also to make themselves less appealing to Ottoman Harem/ Devşirme recuiters :,D

For his name, Maybe to be on the nose… Adem? (Turkish ver of Adam) so he is tied to the apples in a fun way? Or Poyraz (means a northern wind) since the meaning is similar to my own name?

He doesnt grow much facial hair (bc I am also stuck w a weak beard) but he refuses to get rid of it no matter how much others tease him bc he is like “I aint getting courted by random crazy men ew” (I dont irl also bc I desperetly believe it looks good…I refuse to open my eyes)

History lesson 2:

-facial hair was important in Ottoman times, It LİTTERALLY determined your gender and how you were approached.

-Socially and in Litriture Ottoman almost had 3 gender roles; Men, Boys (Oğlan) and Women. Once a man grew a beard he would “transition” from being a boy.

-Romantically having a beard versus not determined if you were to be courted or court. Bearded man were called “Lovers” while NON-bearded were called “Beloveds” (yes more often the boys were underage :/ for the sake of history lesson lets…. try to ignore that like ancient greeks)

there is many gay ass poems ^

He got all the mentall illness coctails that I got bc why not make it worse fr him. I imagine him sarcastic and catty, Claudia prob loves taking him to shop around bc he always got something to fckn say about everyone. Big gossipper. Hides the fact that he hates being as short as he is very well (im like… 165? 5’5-4?). If in Yusuf time, nearly BFFS (if im not inserting myself into the throuple (bc Its my self insert and I CAN BE AS CRINGY AS I WANT) he would end up w Yusuf)

Him about others:

Ezio: will never stop calling him de la la la,likes him a lot, loves pranking and teasing him. Enjoys fake flirting with him till he takes it so far Ezio has to throw in the towel. Probobly teached him how to Oil wrestle and Ezio was like “Are you sure this is a real sport…” and all he did was sigh and say “I am so glad it actually is” as he admired Oiled up Ezio

Altaïr: loves mocking whatever big words he uses all the time. calls him “Big boss” just to see his eye twitch with cringe. Knows he can get away with shit if he acts stupid enough. Altair knows he is not that stupid but is impressed(deragotory, fondly) how low he is willing to go.

Desmond: clearly his favorite (im biased sue me) obvious by how much softer he acts around Des. Ezİo falls he laughs, Des falls “My leige, hop on my back”. Is facinated by his piercings and begs him to help him get some. Desmond desperetly wishes he could invent some ADHD Meds for him. Des also finds him strangely comforting, can imagine himself back in 2010s almost…

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Idk im not rlly a self insert person so thinking about him was hard and I also dont wanna make my oc “the main character” in this au so I dont really wanna give him any secret powers or anything.

Maybe some edgy gnarly scars on his back from a past mission where he came in contact with an apple? Maybe when he touched the apple he was supplied that canonly he doesnt exist and he is just a fan created being and has a whole issue about it? I can imagine a sad scene of him crying like “You dont understand, You exist! even as some damn video game you do and people know you they cannot deny you exist. ME? all I am is some weirdos self writing, not even enough to be in canon. Does anything I do matter?” lololol

Thats all I got for him for now lol but feel free to ask more:p Im also open to ideas for him.

sorry for the yapping and history lesson… here is some more fun facts:

-Oğlancılık (male prostitution) was pretty respected they were seen like any other tradesperson in some parts

-a Paşa tried to ban under 30 males from being washers in Turkish Hamams due to them also being sex workers and litterally everyone was so mad he got replaced

-dancers in coffeehouses wore the same fit no matter the gender so boys and girls looked the same (once again they were also sex workers)

-one time a jewish boy caused such a big fight between janniserries the sultan had to threathen to kill 40 man from each side if they didnt stop

-Draculas are real people and RADU the beutyfull (his OFFİCİAL NAME) had a full on recorded relationship with Sultan Mehmet2 :p

- Gay shit was legalized in 1853 mostly bc they never rlly punished it….

for the girlies

-in harems the girls couldnt order things like cucumbers or carrots to their rooms w out it being cut up :p

[krsnaradhika]

A snippet from Krishavyayam hehe-

Small points to be noted before you get started—

Kamalnayani/ Hridayaa/ Mohini are the same person. The same oc has multiple names.

Mohini is also Hari here, as we know. Hence, Mohini and Mohini it is hehe-

Please if this offends you, tell me and I'll pull it down. This is purely fiction and does not intend to offend any religious beliefs and sentiments.

You'll find the whole book on Wattpad, so cheers! ✨

She was bewitching. The woman before whom demons swooned and caelitis were rendered wordless. Dark as the zenith hour of dusk and as radiant as a nymph who rose from the cerulean waves, she had her wife in a daze for she had poof-ed out of the blue (god).

Kamalnayani looked half amused, half moonstruck as Mohini grinned at her, winking notoriously. She sported a red and black lehenga of chiffon, diamantes stuck to the flowy fringes as well as her kohl-lined eyes and she swung a vial of mead in her willowy fingers— all too coquettishly.

Why, you ask?

"Because I last saw her so long ago," Hridayaa accentuated, sheepishly batting her eyes at Kanha and linking an arm of his to hers. The latter had mirth dancing in his very handsome features and it wouldn't be wrong to say he missed those precious moments either.

Ogres raced hither and thither for one touch of Mohini who swaggered through the waves, effortlessly charming all. Flowy tresses wrapped in the whiff of lotus and pearl ornaments dangled on her voluptuous form. She was beautiful and lethal. Woman and vulpine.

"And I miss her."

He snorted out a laugh, tendrils jumping up to his forehead to kiss them and then he obstructed them with a rake of his sculpted fingers, "I am literally right here, Hridayae."

"No, Mohini." She whined, almost hopping in her place but he disciplined her with quasi glare. Krishu pouted, seeming more of a child than a mother— as if demanding not a woman but a candy. "I want Mohini! She can give me excellent company these days and you know we're nearing the due date. Also she had a kid so she can give me great parenting tips meant for mothers. Kanha pleaseeeeee?"

"As my queen pleases."

And so, Mohini and Mohini were now face to face after ages— giggling vivaciously and maniacally at each other's sight.

"So where should I escort you now, wife?"

"Jhumka shopping!" Krishu tugged her, then waddling around to the brass and copper caskets to arrange for casual robes for herself. Mohini hummed and slipped herself in the quilts of the soigne bed, then spat her beverage right through her mauve lips out of pure whammy when the whims of Kamalnayani surprised her again.

"And we're hitched. We are begetting a kid through the blessing of an austere sage. I don't want anyone ogling at you in the marketplace, hmm? They don't have any right to."

She shortly inclined her head in a yes, inarticulate. Of course, they were married.

"Right. Only you do." The goddess simpered through the chalice sitting on her mouth. Then she clipped her bracelet against her dainty wrists, kissing where the pulse chanted the name of an archeress.

───  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ───

"This for Bhadra Jiji, this for Lakshu Jiji and oh— Jambavati Jiji adores teals and turquoise!"

Oxidized silver bracelets, bronze armbands, floral rings and arabesque silks brimmed the tawny stalls on wheels as the two goddesses stirred past them, riveted by the grandeur of the city that was their latibule. Krisha and Mohini walked hand in hand, occasionally picking a bloom or two to profess their love in dramatic whispers as their secretive chortles became the fantasies of little girls who watched them from afar.

The ivory and maroon turban with pearl motifs caught her attention and then she waved her hand at her husband- urhm, wife.

Kamalnayani smiled at the lady vendor who beamed at her with gentle eyes. "What do you expect?"

"A healthy baby. Nothing more." She shrugged cordially, looking over her shoulder to find Mohini partially veiling herself as she peered at the bustling streets through the rich translucence of her raiments.

"She seems new here. Do you know her?" The genial old woman squinted, "Why would she do that? Does she not know it's not normal to mantle her face in Aryan practices?"

"She's new here, Kaaki," Hridayaa answered in a jiffy as Mohini sprang to catch up with her, flashing the gleam of her cloaked dagger to the bandits who gawked at her. The bunch inhaled sharply, going about their own businesses when they recognised her as a beguiling mirage. An elusive dream.

Women with lethal beauty were to be feared. It was doltish to trust her who had other eyes trailing on every gait she took.

"Mohini. She's enchanting and gravitates a lot of attention to herself she doesn't wish for."

"Oh. Your friend?"

"This is my wife, aunt." Mohini giggled instead as the seller flushed, then ducked her head while murmuring a small apology. "No worries."

"Exquisite couple, best wishes to both of you." She fished out a leaf of tamarind from her purse, then slid the velvet turban from the honey-eyed woman to the one whose smile was as sweet as it. Kanha— now Mohini, brought a pair of suryakanthi jhumkas and slipped in Hridayaa's lotus palms.

"Pretty moms make pretty babies."

Kaaki Sulochanaa— with eyes as pulchritudinous as her name— chuckled once again at the flushed women who squirmed a little closer to each other, surreptitiously stealing gazes and then shuffling in opposite ways, the presents never seeming enough.

"Oh, so you both aren't yet out of the mushy-mushy phase?"

───  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ───

The dusk and the moon and their realm in Dvaravati wasn't exotic to their ardor for each other. It was the atelier of the art they painted each other in.

The scarlet roses and ivory jasmines embraced each other in the curls of the enchantress who sat between the legs of her wife, inclining her swan neck to the side as her eyes shut themselves when ivory fingertips skimmed through her scalps and skin. The sleek obsidian waterfalls and warm breaths of the woman of flames fondled her nape and Mohini wanted to flee into the aisles to escape from her namesake, but she knew the sacred smokes and ambrosia would chase her still. For the woman who carried their child was said to have seized the sense of a thousand men too around her.

"You are seducing me, good lady Kamya?" She crooned, her voice as soothing as the psithurism of the forest they promised to be each other's.

"Keep dreaming. I have always wanted to do your shringara," Agneyaa murmured lying through her teeth and when she felt a frisson run down below her touch she smirked. "Hesitate for nothing though, darling. I am quite a charmer I am told."

Mohini let out a shuddered breath, rolling her eyes and then she caught the hand of Mohini who was yet sniggering at her. "Enough now. Your skills are laudable. I have never looked this beautiful." Her gaze traversed to the mirror which gaped at two women like long lost lovers. The stones of lapis lazuli and rubies and diamonds were bestrewed upon her lithe physique like stars on the ether. A spark birthed in her guts and she was an art. An art to be ravished by her lover.

Kamalnayani giggled and pressed a chaste kiss to the cheeks of that beauty who turned pink. Then she filled the dips of the curves of Mohini's spine with her fingers binding the kamarbandh, husking near her earlobes, "Lies."

She stifled the throes of her heart and an amaranthine smile stayed on her visage. As they multiplied and she was unwavered, she was the epitome of every mother. Mohini whisked around and pulled her in a slow dance, unhurried and buoyant as their limbs swayed in poised waves— grinning as they found forelsket again and again.

Afterall, nightmares were dreams too. The heart of Keshava was living a vision of a lover for now.

───  ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅  ───

Kanha found blue roses, azure water lilies and peacock feathers all tied together by a string as a gauzy navy robe enveloped them. "They reminded me of you, love." The whimsical note read, stuck to the spruce wood table and he grinned plucking them from it.

"And oh, I loved being with Mohini."

He was a fuchsia yet again.

The setting was an atelier of a picturesque art in making— born of the love of an archeress and the chakradhaari.

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Not a request, just wanted to share these.

A fifth employee that got cast out due to their uncooperativeness and radical ideas. They reside deep underground where they practice their craft of welding metal, out of their contraptions they make a stable home durable as a bomb shelter. In their comfort they didn't expect any visitors, especially not the golden glow of the keystone.

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A botanist that acts like Jebediah's and Tricky's peaskeeper (to varying degrees of success). They wear garments reminiscent of the grim reaper and weld a sickle to harvest the crops that they grew in their greenhouse. Is appointed Nevada's official, and only, gardener. (i have a much more detailed version of this but it's like five pages long).

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Daimos isn't the only one that dissented, a young ex agent, throughout knowing each other they build a sibling like relationship. Although they're not in the main SQ crew they're still an honorary member.

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An escaped test subject finds themselves in the middle of a Zed outbreak, they scratch, kick and punch their way through the undead gaining a few scratches and bite marks themselves. Out of the rubble of undead they find Victor who's surprised at their resilience, and immunity.

These are just your ocs aint they ;p interesting ideas tho!

I imagine there's basically an employer for every kind of need, so one capable of tearing up the earth and forging weapons would be plausible. A large and wide figure, a crooked back from hours of clawing at the earth and leaning over a forge, bashing scalding steel to create unbreaking blades.

Bright embers floating from deep orange eyes, irritated to be bothered by someone, someone who somehow survived (re floated passed) all their traps. A deep husky voice, like that of a heavy chain-smoker from centuries of ash inhalation. "You dare to break into my sanctuary? Turn back, lest your body be torn asunder to forge a new blade, mortal."

But when they realise Jeb just wants his sword repaired they're cool lol.

- The botanist is kinda along the same lines as my gal Jack, but she ain't need to play peacekeeper, Tricky becomes a little more civilised around 'the pretty lady.' He has vague memories of her being kind to him when he was still Hofnarr.

Alas the reaper motif is a cool way of taking it, it makes them fit in with the environment a lot better, dark clothing and a massive weapon is all you need to be 'normal' out there. A great and watchful harvester, terrifying to behold, but incredibly gentle.

A starving grunt tries to ignore the hunger pangs, tries to think of anything else, when a dark shape comes into view. The reaper, Stygian, has finally come to claim him, a terrible life with a silent end, how depressing. A basket of carrots and other veggies comes from below the robes. A reaper, yes, but of the grim? No.

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There's 100% some other dissented agents chilling in/around the main SQ base, inspired by a tale of two grunts defying everything and building up a resistance to the boot that crushes the little guy. Sometimes a few clones from a batch dissent, and the rest of the group pays for it, they must all be defective and therefore must die.

Deimos is quick to bond with just about anyone, and with shared history? He's stuck like glue to whoever. Dissenters be damned, right? Well damnation is more fun when you're together.

Having gone through some of the worst torture from his fellow agency men {due in part to being an orphan, and being trans in my opinion}, he'll comfort and reassure just about anyone else who's lived that hell. You got out, you survived the worst, and now you're fighting back. Fuck yeah, stick it to the man.

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Vic would absolutely drag this person to Skinner, or Doc, maybe even both if he can catch them together. If you can be resistant to ZEDs, surely there's a cure right? Where better to start looking than in someone incapable of transforming.

[daveys-tired]

hello aphblr ive drawn again

yes i changed his name. some stuff on him :3

name: Rowan Xrith (pronounced zrith)

age: 23

pronouns: he/him

height: 5'9

birthday: 8/17/14??

species: Mei'fwa/Shadow Knight

occupation: Guard

some random fun facts!

•he is from tu'la but grew up in Scaleswind. at 22, he snapped at a fellow guard and severely injured them, leading him to run the fuck away. he showed up in phoenix drop almost dead lol

•he died at 16 from an arrow to the heart in a training session gone very wrong

•hes like. in a weird state in regardless to worshipping shad. hes not apart of the rebellion or whatever but he also doesnt actively BE a shadow knight

•he likes warm rocks and hates the cold

•he has an itsy bitsy crush on garroth and laurance (it is soul crushing)

•the scar on his neck is from his brother who held a knife to his neck and cut it. his face scars are from mostly sparring sessions, but the big one on his. left? right? (the side where i didnt draw his eye) is from having a bottle smashed across his face

•he purrs! hes very cuddly once he starts to trust you

•mf is FAST. he drops to all fours and he is GONE

•uses a bow! ironic. dont ask how he does it with paws idk just go with it okay

•his eyes glow. because cat. he very much likes sun :) he has lots of sun motifs in his clothes

•manwhore. need i say more

•his ear is got snagged when he escaped scaleswind and got torn

•adhder. hes also a cocky bastard (until u praise him or pet him then hes just mush)

•he likes to sleep outside when he can

my boy :) pls pls ask me about him or any main aphverse character pls. also watch me make 2 mcd ocs when i havent even watched the series 💀

[archiveofmypinkmind]

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Charm _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

-------------------------ᓚᘏᗢ 16 ᓚᘏᗢ she/her ᓚᘏᗢ --------------------

Over excitable but well meaning, she has a big heart that loves many things- her friends, family, her black cat Liquorice, the supernatural, and her absolute favourite thing: extra terrestrials. She has believed in aliens since the moment she heard of them. It's the very core of her personality, and she relishes in the chance to talk about sightings and rumours. She even runs her own blog, Charming the Unknown, documenting her own research and apparent discoveries. It's quite popular... in specific circles.

Her obsession quickly went from cute (if not a little childish) to unsettling when the new kid, Laika, showed up. Charm was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He's so strange! Have you noticed he never hangs out with anyone after school? And he never tells anyone anything about his life at all His eyes glowed during the black out, didn't anyone else see that!?

No one else appreciated her vocalising these...inconsistencies. It kind of freaked them out. Even her closest friends thought it was getting out of hand. But she knows something is off about Laika, even if no one believes her. She's determined to prove herself right!

Wait...where did he go?

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Thank you for your patience, it's a delight to introduce you all to Charm! I first created her in 2019, she's changed a lot since then. I've recently been reworking her universe and story. It's funny, the first full drawing I post here isn't even one of my pink coded characters! Charm and her universe aren't my main muses but they are all still so dear and special to me.

I don't really have any WIP's since I used a photo of myself as a reference, but I included the little bit I can share under the cut, as well as some fun tid bits about her design <3

Her jumper (or, if you're American, her sweater) is based on a real jumper I own from Dangerfield. I got rid of the turtleneck as honestly, even IRL I don't like it that much but luckily it's not the star of the show! Fun fact about this jumper- it glows in the dark! And yes, so Charm's jumper glows in the dark, too!

She was originally pink-coded as well before I decided I just have too darn many pink oc's. She originally wore a grey bomber jacket adorned with NASA and alien patches on top of a pink jumper with a little black cat face on it. I really wanted to keep the alien/space/cat motif. If I find my original drawings, I'll share it with you all!

She may be Indonesian, but she lives in Australia, so she does wear a school uniform when she isn't wearing her casual clothes. Her story takes place in the early 2010s.

She always was a red-head, it wasn't until recently I thought it would make more sense in the setting for her to dye her hair red than have it be natural. She likes her roots showing, so she gets it done a few centimetres away from her scalp.

I tried using this...idk, pixel-y brush for the first time? I kind of like it. Suits the theme.

Yes, her hair outline being a darker colour of her hair is inspired by My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic's artstyle.

[mossy-tendencies]

Saw your posts about your tma hlvrai au and it seems really interesting! I have my own thoughts on what characters fit each entity. I think Tommy's an Eye avatar rather than a Lonely, he's literally read all of Wikipedia, reads entire OSHA guidelines and only does what he reads in books. Plus he can "see faster." I could see why someone would think he's Lonely because he's an orphan but Eye seems the better choice. Desolation is a good choice for Bubby, but I raise you, Extinction Bubby. I headcanon that the Extinction doesn't choose avatars, but creates avatars because the Extinction is about fear of self made destruction and replacement of humanity. Creating an artifical perfect scientist and having it backfire is very Extinction-aligned in my opinion. Also, he likes nuclear waste. I personally believe Coomer's is Vast. He went into the void and had an existential crisis after finding out his insignificant in the world and I think that eclipses the Flesh body modifications aspects. I agree with your Slaughter Gordon and Spiral Benrey. I haven't thought of what entity Forzen is so I'll accept Hunt. I don't know why you thought Darnold is Corruption, he doesn't have any bugs or disease connections and I don't really see the toxic relationships aspect either (I personally think he's Flesh because of the fingernail-handgun potion). Thoughts?

HI HI! thank you for your ask and for indulging me in my Autism. let me explain my fanon nonsense.

going in order,

i see tommy as an avatar of the lonely because a big part of his narrative (the one i wrote lol) is being deserted by his dad. his dad is an avatar of the eye from the beginning, naturally, resulting in a need to, oh y'know, experiment on his son. learn more about the fears with government-funded isolation to make the perfect avatar. the eye has a stake on tommy in this au, yes (in my notes i have it written as "Avatar of the Lonely [Possible secondary: Eye]"), but the lonely won in the end. the turning point for all the avatars is something i call the Fear Cascade/FearCas (this au's rescas), which turned those marked by a domain into avatars. pretty much everyone but gordon and benrey, the former becoming an avatar later and the latter becoming one before. i still like tommy as an avatar of the eye so he has some passive traits of one, but lonely is the primary.

extinction bubby is great! i had to go with desolation because of the whole fire motif, but also pain. lots of pain. he's a tube baby, a guy who was experimented on relentlessly. He's Afraid Of Pain.

i considered coomer for vast! it was my friend who suggested flesh!coomer, he's just such a dimensional character that i had to pick one aspect of his to focus on. i decided to focus on the prosthetics. they're unnatural and gross and scary but they benefit him. plus the whole clone thing (which i replaced with stranger avatars with a vendetta) and wanting to climb inside of gordon to wear as a skin suit was pretty fleshy to me.

hunt forzen was another suggestion from my friend! a good chunk of the military/hecu (and by that i mean, Most Of Them) are hunt avatars because of the need for the chase. that or slaughter, but a lot of military propaganda revolves around this invisible enemy you have to track down and defeat, some goal that is always on the horizon and only accessible if you work for it.

now as for darnold, you'll have to pardon the projection. i made this au about two years ago and i started it via rp, evolving from there. darnold is a character who only has about 15 minutes of screentime and no character development, so i filled in the gaps with a shitload of lore and ocs. the corruption (at least, my original reason for making darnold an avatar of it), is because of the potions darnold makes. i made him a mushroomy guy with bugs and the like so he uses these mushrooms as ingredients, harnessing the corruption and using it to his advantage. spoilers: darnold doesn't stay just an avatar of the corruption. eye is their secondary, and eventually, they get marked by all fifteen (including extinction). this is very plot relevant. give me a year or two to make it into a fanfiction because i am actively working on it lol. OH AND. catholic guilt. i gave the funny science guy catholic guilt. it's also relevant.

tldr; i made this au a fucking while ago and some of choices have not aged well, but i am sticking by them because i've gone This Far and, despite me working on rewriting it into fanfiction format (as it was originally made for rp), i am sticking to my gut and keeping the hoard of fanon/headcanons/ocs i have made for this universe For Funsies.

thank.

[laulo821]

stealing this set of questions from @i-like-eyes cuz i love talking about myself

1. Art programs you have but don't use none. or well i have paint and paint.net that came preinstalled but nothing else

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even) either is simple i think. just depends on the angle

3. What ideas come from when you were little everything i do comes from when i was little i guess so i don't really get the question

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw soa or lloyd (OCs) because of those goddamn tattoos

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself i post 100% of my art it just depends on the platform

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it) my friends' art styles

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate classical music

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in the furniture gang. my very first group of OCs. they're just a bunch of guys with not much story going on

9. What are your file name conventions name of the character(s) (left to right) or ship + music inspiring it or theme or word

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw belts

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what yea. whatever my random youtube playlist gives me

12. Easiest part of body to draw hands

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing uhhhh i don't know. i don't admire people

14. Any favorite motifs religion. anguish. love

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth) my home address is

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing i don't know. i'm having fun the whole way through else why would i even draw

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what no. or drink (water mainly) if i'm thirsty

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken none

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.) crowns

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy hands

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways yes? i mean i like roccoco paintings. i guess it counts

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any none i'm built different. but i may do head stretches in the middle of drawing if i've been at it for a while

23. Do you use different layer modes yea

24. Do your references include stock images yea. i barely use any references though

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by i don't know you tell me

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended i don't have people that interpret my pieces or tell me so, so not applicable, i guess

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with no warm up i'm built different

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines) no i'm not socially apt enough for this

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically sanrio (?) i don't know everything inspires me by osmosis

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated all of them

[themanwhomadeamonster]

ahem so in spirit of being open to asks - Have you made an OC that started out as just a hyperfixation on a fave in existing media?

YES ABSOLUTELY MY EDGELORD NECROPHAGE MAGIC ARCHER PAWN/ARISEN FROM DRAGON'S DOGMA IS LEGIT JUST AN EXPY OF MAD TONGUE ALBERICH FROM ELDEN RING LOL :') idk i really loved how weird alberich was but also he was surprisingly polite despite being mad and he had top tier edgelord fashion so <333 there's so much ???????? energy about him and eventually i was like i wanna make an oc who looks just like him; donut steel <3

black and red clothes, red gem jewelry, white hair, pink eyes, thigh high boots, etc. tis all there B) except carrion shows a lot more skin than alberich LOL. that said carrion's hair is shorter bc i already have a bunch of long haired ocs and over time the hair just went over his right eye instead of being middle parted. i have a tendency to inevitably draw hair bangs going to the face's right bc it's easier for me - so many of my ocs coincidentally have bangs on the right aughh. in my personal timeline of the series his hair's grown a bit by the events of dd2

in the first game he used a magic bow, staff, and dagger instead of alberich's scythe and staff, but likes using ice magic similarly. unfortunately no edgy blood magic in ddda but dd2 ma's new nuke ability is a similarly self-injuring one so i'll take it. idk if that'll stick though because there are new classes yet to be revealed in dd2 and i might swap around if it suits him

personality wise he changed over time and went from being an aloof asshole like alberich to a grumpy asshole by the time of dd2 (has seen The Horrors) :^D also instead of having red glinstone coming out of his eyes he's got like,, stone scales around his right eye due to Reasons. i also kept the weird tongue motif from alberich on carrion but instead of holding something like ensha's taunter's tongue, carrion just has a sigil on his own tongue now. but he doesn't know how he got it nor what its purpose is and frankly neither do i <3

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Oc Interview Tag for Darcy aka "The Tonight Show: Without Clementine!"

Tagged by these pals! Thank youu!:

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This is kind of a long read (I went above and beyond again oops). I also included info about more interviews at the bottom for funsies!

Censor warning: mention of alcohol, dead bodies, gore, and mild reference to animal cruelty

Now, without further ado, let's meet our 4th interviewee, Darcy, from my WIP Crater City!

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Much to Darcy’s irritation, he was invited to this wonderful interview that is being televised in color for all of Crater City to behold. Or, at least to those who care. The setting is a bit different from the past interviews, its new setting reminiscent of a dating game show. A cream-colored set decorated with 60s motifs backdrops a tangerine chaise lounge on stage right and a podium covered in flowers on stage left. It is unusually devoid of life after-hours, but it is the only place suitable for such a high-demand guy like the mayor of Crater City. A live studio audience seems to have congregated itself, composed of the previous candidates: Jemmah, Blair, and Elijah. In the front-center row, they are chained to those foldable theater seats with poor lumbar support that eat your ass if you sit too far back. They are not allowed to get up until the interview is over. Because that would be rude. 

Darcy makes his way through a dark labyrinth of sorts (not unlike the back of an optometrist’s office), until he finally reaches the stage. The hot stage lights flit between colorful hues, accentuating his chestnut hair, navy suit, and elaborate tie. The live studio audience groans, but thankfully it can’t be heard under the fake cheering the host rigged. Darcy is instructed to make himself comfortable on the sofa, to which he crosses his legs like a respectable guest. Shortly, the Very Desirable and Well Maintained Host makes his way to his post behind the podium. The words “The Tonight Show Without Clementine” flash on the screen, accompanied by applause. 

Host: Thank you for coming to the show tonight!

Darcy: It’s about damn time. You’ve been putting this off for weeks, completely messing my itinerary up. I’m a busy man, you know. 

Host (adjusting tie): Apologizes!

Darcy (with a frigid glare): Shall we get on with the interview, then?

Host: ...

Host: Eh…yes?

Darcy: ...

Host: Uh, yes–yessir! Right away, sir!

[1.] Are you named after anyone?

Darcy: Am I named after anyone? (pauses in thought) No, not that I can recall. 

Darcy: But I believe I was going to be named Sydney. 

Host: You know, I can see it. 

[2.] When was the last time you cried?

Darcy: Excuse me? What kind of interview is this? 

(from the audience, Blair whispers something in Elijah’s ear. They snort. Darcy squints his eyes at them.)

Darcy: But if you really want to know, that's something I can't recall. 

Host: Oh, come on, you can be honest with me, Darcy. 

Darcy: No, I just mean that I physically can't cry. 

Host: And why is that?

Blair: Because he's a robot after all! DUN DUN DUN~!

Darcy: Ok, that is not even remotely the reason why. 

Elijah: Yeah, that's more my thing, Blair. 

Jemmah: What is going on here?

Host: I actually have no clue! 

[3.] Do you have kids?

Darcy: No, but that is something that’s been drilled in my head since I was younger. 

Host: Do you mind elaborating on that?

Darcy: About being told how precious my genes are and that I am an important asset to saving humanity? Oh please, that’s disgusting to think about. Have you no manners?

Host: Oh, I…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pried. 

Blair (quietly): That’s fine, we don’t want your offspring anyway.

Darcy: What was that?

Elijah (sinking down in his seat): Blair!

Jemmah (suddenly with a wine glass): I’m not sure what’s going on here, but I’m invested. 

Blair (pointing at Jemmah): Yo, who gave him alcohol? I want some!

Jemmah: There was some on the way in, didn’t you see the huge sign?

Blair: What sign?

Darcy: It’s just like you to miss glaringly obvious signs. 

Blair (baring his teeth): …Say that again?

Host: Hey, everyone, let’s try to get back on track!

[4.] Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Darcy: I do; I think many people miss it. Which isn’t my fault. If you can’t detect it, that’s your loss. 

Jemmah (raising her glass): You and me, both. 

Host: Tell us a joke. 

Darcy: A joke? Oh, I didn't come prepared…!

Host: Oh, just anything’ll do!

(Elijah looks uncomfortable in his seat. Blair is half-asleep.)

Darcy: [censored due to censorship guidelines]

(Elijah, Jemmah and Host turn pale.)

Host: Ahaha, something pg-13 would be preferred, Darcy!

Darcy: Oh! Right, right…

Jemmah (whispering): I take back what I said.

Darcy (clears throat): What's the difference between a pair of jumper cables and a dead body? 

Host: Oh gosh…what?

Darcy: Blair doesn't keep a pair of jumper cables in his trunk. 

(The laugh track plays.)

Blair: Now, listen here! The only reason I don't have any is because I don't own that car! 

Jemmah: And you also didn’t stuff a body in your car…right?

Elijah: Then whose car is it?

Blair: I…rented it?

Darcy: The jokes just write themselves, don't they?

Blair & Jemmah: What's that supposed to mean?

Host: Uh-oh, things aren't looking good for Blair…

(Elijah shakes his head in disappointment. Jemmah is concerned for his own safety since Blair sits next to him.)

[5.] What's the first thing you notice about people?

Darcy: The amount of eye contact they make.

Host: Oh, really? What does that say about me?

Darcy: I was just kidding, I don't usually look people in the eye unless I must. 

Host: O-oh, yeah, right!

Darcy: But to answer the question, I notice how they carry themselves. If there's a certain word they enjoy saying or the cadence of their speech. The casual or formal way they act, the way they walk, who they surround themselves with…I learn a lot. I like to learn about others. 

(The host looks a bit troubled about the idea of Darcy getting a clear picture of him)

Darcy: Oh, don't look at me like I'm the odd one. Blair said the exact same thing as me in his interview!

Blair: True. 

Host: Well, what can you say about me?

Darcy: That, for some reason, you're scared of me. I'm not sure why, though. It's kind of insulting. 

Host: Oh, no–I'm not scared of you! 

Darcy: Yes, you are. 

Host: You're just…so…

Host: Well, I can't help but feel like I should be the one being interviewed! (Laughing)

Darcy: Oh, am I imposing? 

Host: No, I didn't mean it like that! Ah, forget what I said…

[6.] What's your eye color?

Darcy: Can't you see? (catching himself) Oh, I apologize, that was probably presumptive. Can you see?

(Editor's note: we are unable to tell whether or not Darcy is being sarcastic here)

Host: I…yes, I can, actually. It was just a question in the list. Aha!

Darcy: I'm just confused who came up with these questions, is all. 

Darcy (pointing to each eye): I've got a blue one in my left and a brown one in my right. 

(The camera zooms in on Darcy's face)

Host: Oh, so like that one famous musician? 

Darcy: Who?

Host: Ah, nevermind. That was a weird thing to ask. 

Darcy: If you're wondering, I was born this way. Human error. No big deal. 

Host: Well, I think they suit you just fine. They're enchanting. 

Darcy (plainly): You think so?

[7.] Scary movies or happy endings?

Darcy: A happy ending. 

Jemmah: I don't like the way he's grinning like that…

Host: Oh, really? Do you have any movie recommendations for us?

Darcy: A Clockwork Tomato and One Flew Over the Crow's Nest. 

Elijah: Those movies…don't have happy endings. 

Darcy: Depends on what you define as a “happy ending.” Maybe that's why you're so emo. Cause you don't know how to look on the bright side of things. 

Elijah (in all black): Emo?!

Blair (jolting awake): Huh?!

Jemmah: Gah! Stop yelling in my ear, Blair!

Host: What interesting selections! I've never actually seen either of those movies before, but I'll trust your judgment. 

[8.] Any special talents?

Darcy: Apparently I have a light step and often scare people by mistake. I also know how to disable alarms and explosives, memorize license plates at a glance, and find almost every constellation in the sky. Believe me, I've had all the time in the world to do so. 

Host: That is impressive! But I have to wonder, how often are you going to encounter explosives? Sounds dangerous. 

Darcy: Oh, as mayor I have to watch my back. Many people aren't too fond of me. 

(The camera pans to the audience who looks like they couldn't care less for Darcy. Blair picks his nose.)

Host: Oh…really? Sounds scary. 

Darcy: Yeah, just ask that miscreant in the crowd. (Points to Blair)

Blair: Aw, poor you. Scared of a little pipe bomb right outside your window. And you call yourself the mayor. 

Elijah: Not this again…

Darcy: See? He just incriminated himself! On television, at that! But no one will care, he'll just get off scot-free.

Darcy: I don't even know how he got close enough to do that–! 

Blair: Easy–your security is trash. You should hire me to rewire your system, except I kinda don't like you, so there's that. 

Jemmah: Do you have magic where you're from, too?

Elijah: No, Blair's just one lucky son of a bitch.

Blair: Hey, give me some credit. 

Host: Wow, you two seem to share some animosity towards each other. 

Darcy (sighing): I don't hate him. He's just this spur in my heel that I can't shake off. People like Blair are selfish and hinder progress because they value their inner circle more than the general population. 

Blair: You're just mad you don't have any friends. Seriously man, why put your social life on blast like that? Why do that to yourself?

Darcy: I'm just trying to help people like you, but you refuse my efforts. It's maddening and confusing. You're like a boiling frog. Impossible to reason with. 

Jemmah (tipsy): …What are we talking about again?

Elijah: Special talents?

Host: Ah, let's proceed to the next question!

[9.] Where were you born?

Darcy: Crater City.

Host: Ah, born in the same city you watch over. You must be proud of where you come from. I know I'd be! 

Darcy: Yes, I take a lot of pride in my city. You know, my grandfather would have passed the baton to me if things had worked out. 

Host: Well, then! Leadership must run in the family. As does looking sharp. 

Jemmah: Oh please, you call a man in a simple suit “looking sharp.” Is that all it takes?

Darcy: I wouldn't be saying that while decked out in holographic clothing. I can see you from here, you know. 

Jemmah (under her breath): Oh, I don't like this guy. 

Blair: I mean, compared to me and Elijah, you have to admit, he's got some style. 

[10.] What are your hobbies?

Darcy: I like to stargaze, read, collect ties (pulls at tie), learn more about the world around me, and embroider…I like to embroider plants and flowers. They remind me of better days. 

Host: What do you embroider on?

Darcy: Clothing, mostly. Even if I were asked beforehand to bring in finished pieces, I couldn't because they were all gifts. 

Host: Oh, I'm sure they're lovely. I could never sew, I'm not nearly as patient!

Darcy: It’s easy if you have steady hands and nothing else to do but daydream. I wish I had more time. (distantly) I'd love to go back…

[11.] Do you have any pets?

Darcy: I do! I have three rats called Juni, Vinnie, and Addy. 

(The camera zooms up to Darcy showing the Host a picture of his pets: three rats snuggle around his neck and peek through his mess of curly hair.)

Host: How adorable! 

(Elijah whispers something to Blair, which Jemmah overhears and gasps in disgust.)

Jemmah (now drunk): Darcy did what?!

Elijah: Jemmah, please–

Jemmah (struggling to break her restraints): You mean to tell us we're locked in a room with a man who used to make his pet rats fight against each other?! 

Elijah: Jemmah!

Blair: How do you know this? 

Host: Well, that sounds unflattering! Don't worry, Darcy. We'll cut it out of the final. 

Darcy (calm): It's alright. I'll get them after this interview. 

Host (concerned): Right….

[12.] What sports do you play/have you played?

Darcy: I've played very, very many. Let's see…volleyball, tennis, archery, fencing… I was in a 5-dimension chess club at some point. Not sure if that's considered nerdy where you're from. 

Host: What is 5-D chess?  

Darcy: You use space and time to move around the board. You know, five dimensions. 

Host: Eh…right?

Darcy: Whoever wins the most times lines wins. Easy. 

Blair: It's really just chess but for larger nerds. Don't let it get to your head. 

Elijah: I just can't understand it. Then again, I never understood movies with time travel. 

Darcy: Just say that you're uncultured. 

Jemmah (pointing): The yeast used to make this wine has more culture than the three of you. 

Host (calling from the set): Indigo, are you in the audience? Yeah, please stop serving Jemmah drinks. I don't think he needs any more. Yeah, that'll do! 

[13.] How tall are you?

Darcy: 6 feet.

Host (joking): You know, many people lie about their height. 

Darcy (monotone): Why would I lie about my height?

Host: Oh, haha, no reason! 

[14.] Favourite subject in school?

Darcy: I never went to public school–

Blair (interrupting): Which explains a lot…

(Elijah & Jemmah cover Blair’s mouth.)

Darcy: But I gravitated more towards sociology in college. 

Host: Why is that? 

Darcy: I found studying why societies work the way they do far more interesting than psychology. Psychology is more exclusive. Sociology taught me the larger picture–why things happen, what we can predict to happen, and hindsight. It angered me, surprised me, and taught me a lot of things I hadn't considered while in captivity.

Host: Captivity…?

Darcy (confused): Did I stutter? 

Host: No, I was just curious what you meant by that. But we don't have to delve into…

Darcy (tapping foot): How many questions are left?

Host (checking chart): Oh, just one more. Then we'll get out your hair!

[15.] Dream job?

Host: I'm sure this is a rather obvious question for you, the mayor, but…

Darcy: As a kid I wanted to become a nurse. 

Jemmah: Feel that. 

Host: Oh, what happened to that?

Darcy: I wasn't supposed to be a nurse, I was supposed to lead people. Fate works in mysterious ways, so…here I am.

Blair: Fate must be some wacked-up sadistic bitch. 

Darcy: You'll understand when you're my age, piss ant. (To Host) You better cut that out. 

Host: Yes, of course.

Darcy: As I was saying, I was set for other purposes…I suppose I get to help people either way, as was my original intention. But there are some downsides. Now, if I want to play with mangled bodies, it's seen as taboo and illegal. 

Host: …!

Darcy: I'm only joking, you know. Don't act so high-strung!

Host (laughing?): Right, right…

Host: Well, it was lovely meeting you here tonight, Darcy. 

Darcy: It was a pleasure. 

(Host points towards stage right and Darcy turns to look.)

Host: Now, if you would just walk straight until you hit a red door…

Darcy: Right…

(Indigo silently appears behind Darcy and firmly taps the back of his neck until he slumps forward, unconscious.)

Host: And that's all the time we have for tonight!

Automated applause fills in the silence. The camera pans to the audience one last time: Blair is comforting Elijah, who is fearful of the possibility of Darcy sitting next to them; while Jemmah seems to be asking Indigo questions about how they got here and how to escape. The title “The Tonight Show Without Clementine” appears one last time before the screen fades to black. Immediately after, an ad for your local attorney plays its funky tune. 

Host (sighing): Well, that's another addition to our collection. Like flies to a honey trap. Wonderful performance, everyone. 

Indigo: I'm eager to see who the next guest will be. 

Host: All in good time, Indie. Now, we wait.

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@writeouswriter

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PREVIOUS INTERVIEWS:

Jemmah

Blair

Elijah

WTF IS "The Tonight Show Without Clementine"???

Alludes to this tag I did

[souliebird]

Hey Soulie!! 💕 Can I ask 6 and 14 from the ask game? I always love hearing about other writers' creative processes!!

6. What is your writing process like? Describe it.

Oh boy.

Usually I start with an overall concept/idea and points I want to hit then I just wing it in between those points and come up with motifs and over arching themes while I write. Each chapter is pretty much 'i know the theme but how we get there is a mystery'. Things happen naturally, if the action doesn't want to flow I adapt? I have a word doc of points I want to hit but it's like bullet points with a word or small sentence. Like for chapter 3 it's literally just 'diner'. 

For 'and then I met you' I've been trying something new where I write my bare bones actions then go back and embellish? Then I effort in small chunks, usually a specific section of a scene, like it's all puzzle pieces I perfect until I put it all together. 

Esp with dialogue. I hate dialogue and for a lot of things the first go I'll write something lame, then just move on and come back. A lot of Matt's dialogue happens that way, especially the big blocks of it. 

A new thing I'm also doing is not having chapter names bc I did myself deep with those. I always have a theme. Turn Off The Lights was recipes. I've done medication dosages. I think oversized sweaters was the nutritional information for lentils. 

And yes, most of my work does have themes and shit, at least in my head. 🙃 I plot things out by 'seasons ' and arcs.

I have no idea if that makes any sense, I'm sorry. 

14.What aspects of your creative process do you enjoy most? Which are most challenging?

Daydreaming up scenes. I daydream way too much and honestly really really enjoy it. I really enjoy just laying in bed, eye mask on, thinking of plots and stuff. Which is why I have so many aus and hcs. Especially like a good deserted island au. I have so many detailed thoughts about Frank Castle and my OC on a deserted island bc a plane crash (which I've told you)

Writing dialogue is the hardest bc I have trouble actually talking to people and feel everyone ends up sounding like me instead of the character. I don't know how ppl talk 🙃

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

I just saw your updated designs for your sides and they're so cool! I wanna know how and why you updated their designs to look like the way they are right now (+ explanation for sequoia's design!!!! They look super cool)

Ahhhh yes my sides!!!!

Okay so the reason I updated their designs in the first place were literally just that some of the (Hazel, Willow and Wisteria specifically) just weren't doing it for me. I started specifically with wisteria because I wanted her outfit to give her more room to move, because of my visualisation of my imagination and thoughts. The others just followed on from that.

Willow's outfit changed because honestly it was just boring, and that's not any part of who I want to be, really, which is what she encompasses (mostly how I'd like to present myself) so I have her an outfit that more encompasses my love for big fancy dresses, and how much I'd LIVE to actually dress like that (I also wanted all of them to have somewhat unique styles that all represent clothes I enjoy, apart from Elma, who still looks like she's about to go for a day in the office).

Hazel's whole thing changed because having them be Anxiety just didn't sit right with how I viewed their personality and style. So they became the centre of my coping mechanisms instead. Their main colour changed to dark blue, one I find a lot more calming, and their outfit (similarly to before) was focused more on comfort. They do still manage my anxiety, but BEING my anxiety isn't their purpose anymore.

Those are the three who had big changes, other bits to note are that Aspen got big stompy boots and Juniper got a slight update to their style to make it a little cooler. Mainly I just wanted to redraw them all! And it was fun :D

Now Sequoia is a massive deal to me but still kind of a mystery? Their outfit is a lotta vibes. She's purple mainly because of the whole mystery thing, and I kinda went with a lot of fantasy vibes as well as a tiny bit of superhero/secrecy sort of thing? Because she's been hidden and overshadowed for so long but ALSO she represents a lot of my childish spirit. She doesn't wear shoes because vibes, (I literally design these guys but thinking "okay so how do we feel about shoes?" And usually an image or vague idea at least will pop into my head, this bitch gave me NOTHING) but she does wear socks because I CANNOT STAND not wearing socks to the point where this is an attribute of all of my sides.

The golden wing clasp on her cape is actually a symbol I've used and kept through a long line of OCs that represent myself, though sequoia is the only one who shows this off, since it's an older motif and she's more in line with things I did a few years ago. She covers her eyes for a reason I'm not sure, again, very secretive and a lot of this is governed by vibes.

Does she actually have cat ears under that hood? I mean, maybe. I've never seen her without it. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Also since posting the designs I ended up changing sequoia's pronouns to they/fae, so no more she. It just fit better. :)

Tysm for the ask!!! I always love talking about my guys <3

[resetting37]

oc-verse asks

Based on this ask meme

questions sent by @lycheecreature but tumblr is being mean to them right now

3. any recurring images/elements?

Yes ! I use a lot of eyes, partially because i like eye motifs, and also the theme of not being able to escape your past (eyes representing the mortifying ordeal of being known)

I also use the power symbol, it's both the symbol of the primary setting, the city of 'Evelow', but it's also representative of the story title and one of the main themes, RESETTING. Wanting to start over ('power' off and on again) and whether that's to one's benefit or detriment.

the thumbnail image of the story being a combination of the eye and power symbol !

8. what inspired your world building, if anything?

The fact that I can't decide what I want the setting to be, so it's a little bit of everything !

I like evolution and adaptation that nature has to face threats, so there's monstrous beings thriving in the wastelands and an engineering project composed of engineered humans that were created to be immune to the outside world's toxicity.

There's also the theme of humans that learn to manipulate elements, the main character being able to become a host for one of these world's mutations. (This concept combines human adaptation with fantasy, another genre i wanted to incorporate into the world. I like the idea of magic existing, but it's rare and often forbidden)

I'm not smart with government and politics, but i like fantastical (albeit corrupt) hierarchies and, so the primary setting has an elite council and houses with a dense history (dense in story, but I personally need to develop it more)

17. describe the “required reading” to understand your vision. be as pretentious as possible.

I feel like I use so many cliches that aren't catered to one genre so it's hard to define what stories I can attribute to being the biggest influences.

my story (not character arcs, but the world building) can be seen to have inspirations from welcome to nightvale, dune, neon genesis evangelion, blade runner, mad max, hunger games, annihilation, cowboy bebop, avatar the last airbender, etc. etc. There's more, those are just the ones I can think of right now. Not "required readings" but just the vibes kind of inspired me and I know all of these examples just make me more basic lol

[ecliip]

doodles of the sona!! ft deimos madness combat. hate this fuckin thingy (its me i am the thingy)

also trivia about em under the cut if youre interested

- technically this thing has three names: Eclipse, Ecliip, and a secret third option, Eclyph. Eclyph is like a combo of Eclipse and Glyph that i came up with bc i was bored and thought it sounded cool, and that name is exclusive to the sona, while i share the other two with them

- despite what i claim, the sona WAS a little inspired by sans undertale. its mostly just the inveted eyes, those carried over from a previous sona to this one, and that previous sona was inspired by an old oc who had inverted eyes because i took them from sans and slapped em on. a good portion of my ocs have inverted eyes like that because i like it and it kicks ass

(the blue hoodie, white skin, and general face shape were added independent of sans undertale, but when you compare them side by side they do look similar which is why im gonna experiment with different outfits for them because IM NOT SANS)

- the reason why im a demon is because my previous sona was an angel-adjacent thing. i experimented around with the new sona in my head for a bit, considering keeping the angel motif or just disregarding it, but i decided to go the opposite way and be a cutesy lil demon

- yes the skin is squishy like a marshmellow! and probably sweet like one too. if you roasted them over a fire until theyre golden brown they'd probably taste really yummy for a moment until you get to the blood and stuff

- speaking of blood, their blood is black and kinda thick, sorta tar-like. tastes smokey n a little salty. basically, biting into them would be like biting into a sweet and savory gushers candy

- you dont know how much i wish i looked like this in real life I WANT A TAIL I WANT CLAWS I WANT HORNS AAAAAAA

- schrodingers organs. has them or doesnt have them based on whatevers most convenient

- according to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a Eclyph should be able to fly. their wings are too small to get their fat little body off the ground. the Eclyph, of course, flies anyway, because Eclyph don't care what humans think is impossible

[marcys-garbage-bunker00]

As i talkef before

this is my "pirate sona" sort to speak

Captain "Blood Rose" Marcy, of the Red Moon Pirates (yes thats an epic will wood reference im not sorry at all), a ragtime gang of 7

They ate the "Chi Chi no Mi", or the "Blood Blood Fruit", a Paramecia type that allows them to control their own blood, the iron within it and have a theoretically unlimited source of blood. How it works specifically is that there's a "set" amount of blood in anyone's body (2 liters iirc?) so, whenever that goes down, the fruit's ability will make up for it an create enough blood immediatly to replish it. So Marcy is basically immune to bloodloss because their body will keep pumping it, they can also make it come through open injuries or through any orifice of their body, and later on learn to make their blood seep through openings on their skin.

One major drawback is that the fruit makes them haemophilic, so their blood doesnt clot or heal their oen wohnds. Clotting and such becomes a manual process they must conciously do and keep to stop bleeding, which, hwike not lethal, irs still messy, annoying and can still mean they get infected with shit and what not, so they absolutely must learn to cloth, yhis downside really shows up when hit by haki or seastone stuff because they wont be able to cloth for a hood while and they wont be able to reckver any lost blood moentarily too, same if hit while the fruit is nullified by the Yami Yami!

Marcy can't do it easily but, they have this sprt of "meditation sessions" where they will put their focus on their body and cloth in a few mins depending on the injury, Marcy has also lwarned to make weapons out of soldified blood and coat or tip them with a coat of jron from their own blood as well as make small plades and claws with it but they have yet to make anything more

Their main weapon, the Creascent Crimson, is a scythe with a red pattern along it's blade, Marcy has put quite an ampun of their own blood into this scythe's blade and can remotely control it to a degree, but they mostly use it to speed up their accounts and land more precise strikes when singing, they are an expert and have elaboratedly designed their scythe to be optimal for combat.

Marcy formed the pirates when they all met at Baratiee and began sharing stories, Marcy took on the "Blood Rose" and Creascent Red Moon motifs due to the scar on their left eye which they hide with red paint, and they use it as their recogbizabke symbol akin to Luffy's Straw Hat!

if u got quesitons please ask i am normal baout my ocs :)