#Havent fleshed him out properly

[basslinegrave]

anyway i need more monarch a trois fics. sigh. wish i could write, i gotta draw them more at least

[rassicas]

wait tell us abt your ocs!! i’m kind of new to your following and i’d love to know more about them!!!!!

my two main splatoon OCs are Cress Rassica and Verna Rassica, two inkling brothers with a complicated relationship. they plague my mind at every waking moment

(do not ship them together else i will skin you alive.)

Cress is overall a nice, trustworthy and reliable guy, a little weird though. can be a bit gullible at times too. hes not too shy, but just prefers to keep to himself. gives off an aura of awkwardness, except when turfing, where he becomes more aloof, even aggro. can hold a grudge. Verna is stubborn, impatient, competitive, has a drinking problem, and suffers from stress induced headaches. hes so full of stress, thanks grizzco. emotionally stunted, expresses mostly through varying degrees of anger. has insane libido i hate him. i think he needs to be held. A summary of what their whole deal is: following the untimely death of their mom, and their father long out of the picture, 13-year-old cress moves in with his older brother verna, who had been living on his own for some years. with the huge age difference between them, they'd never been too close. as teenage inklings tend to do, cress gets into turfing for fun... and as an outlet for his squid instincts and other things going on in his mind. Meanwhile, verna is at a nebulous point in his life, and suddenly losing his mom and having to take care of his brother has been making things trickier. going from shitty job to shitty job, tries going to college for a semester and gives that up, back to more shitty jobs...he deals with it all by staying inebriated. he eventually lands a sketchy but well paying job at a place we now know as grizzco industries. after a traumatic workplace incident that verna is barred from discussing (and its not like he knows how to manage his feelings anyway, and doesnt want to get his little brother involved), verna and cress's relationship grows more strenuous...verna drinks more, lashes out more, closes himself more...after years of tension, cress grows fed up, and even a bit fearful of verna, and moves out. cress moves onto living a bit more peacefully, dreaming of opening up his own little tailoring shop. verna continues working at grizzco, gradually getting dragged into a seedy world of business and crime in the underbelly of inkadia... the two havent spoken to each other for some years, and thats been the current state of their relationship. but surely, their paths will cross again.... when more cool plot stuff happens that i havent fleshed out properly yet<3

i've been thinking a lot about revising their toyhouse pages since its been a good while...will share that here when i do

[shesmore-shoebill]

i know we talk a lot about amangela/courtmanda/courtmangelarasha but how do we think can shourtmanda (or even shourtmancer) ‘happen’ in the rpf universe we’ve built into hour minds

OOH interesting. hmmm. okay. my standard "F in rpf is for fiction, none of this is real or intended as speculation about actual people or their relationships, etc" disclaimer.

Also some additional disclaimers- the first is that i actually dont touch shourtney a lot in my rpf worldbuilding or characterizations, partly BECAUSE it's real, and as such has like. Such extensive and documented IRL "history" that I either would prefer to scrap that history entirely (at the cost of "inaccuracy", whatever that means in rpf lol), or I fear I'd start to start edging into something that feels like investigation/speculation territory about the actual relationship/people. Which I don't want to do.

Its a very specific weird distinction i like to keep in my brain with rpf where i dont like verging into writing/speculating/analyzing something that tempts into speculation about a real life relationship. vs like IRL Amanda has a husband so anytime i write without her husband we're already clearly in fake world territory. personal thing for me at least. So i love having Shourtney as background dynamic but havent thought a ton about JUST them in the rpf world. 🧐

Also re: both shayne and spencer, i respect and appreciate them both as people and i vibe with Shayne on a LOT of the takes we see from him. But I Do Not Swing That Way, at least last I checked. Tragically. Not at all opposed to writing/fleshing out characterization about it, or speculating on what it COULD look like in the rpf, etc, but. Everyone be nice about factual inaccuracies or oddities for characterizations/descriptions of attraction on that front, ok. Im doing my best off of incomplete info lmfao.

Anyway, all that said, I think I'd feel most comfortable with a Shourtmanda that starts with either Shaymanda or Courtmanda (again, fully wiping out history). I think Shaymanda starting out could be very fun and compelling. Shayne and Amanda getting close with the podcast is something that has a lot of potential! Amanda as an at-times intimidating figure who Shayne gets to know better; Amanda maybe assuming Shayne doesn't like her much until she gets to know him better. I think anything with Shayne in my rpf characterization has to go like. Respect/friendship first, if that makes sense. I think even if he found her attractive early on it would be like. a low priority thing compared to just trying to get to know her as a person. Amanda in my rpf world, i love but I dont think she would have been attracted AT FIRST- but as she gets to know him better it sort of. takes over. Two people getting to know each other better and uncovering facets they really like and respect....

Amanda makes the first move. Of course. I think it would take that for Shayne to properly consider liking Amanda as even a Thing, even if he thinks she's attractive. But once she acthally expresses attraction/desire to try something out... things get interesting. I think it would be pretty responsible and healthy in general, though. Clear communication probably.

As for Courtney getting looped in, lets see. I think Courtney is close enough with them both that she would be in the loop about feelings before both of them are. Probably from Amanda's side first. It might start as fun jokes between friends but over time.... Amanda maybe worrying about it/coming to Court to get their opinion on like- hey. I actually do really like Shayne. how do i do this without fucking it up. I'd love Shourtney as an established friendship where Shayne and Courtney know each other well and trust each other, but Shaymanda are the ones to take the plunge first- with Courtney aware and even helping. And maybe as things progress, maybe Amanda helps Shayne realize some of his feelings, or Amanda keeps looking at Court but feels guilty about it, and Courtney maybe feels... odd about them getting together even though they helped it happen..... anyway. is the vision here clear. i like this idea.

OR. Courtmanda first. THIS is fun. Communication would not be as clear from the start, because I think similar to all my other Courtmanda AU's. There's already the flirting. There's already the attraction. So much fun potential for them to Not Be Communicating Cleanly and have confusing feelings mixed in. We could have messy FWB Courtmanda with Shayne freaking out bc some of his closest friends are. Making Choices. about each other. OR Courtmanda could take their time getting together, both talk about Shayne, and then poor Shayne experiences both Amanda and Courtney DUAL flirting with him while he panics about disrupting their relationship (they are both aware and fine with the other person's flirting but they maybe forgot to make that clear to Shayne). Courtmanda first with Shayne as a close friend to both Courtney AND Amanda has so much fun potential though. Shayne being protective of Courtney towards Amanda....... many options. very fun.

Shourtney first is easy, in some ways, even if I dont find it as fun to consider. Shourtney first, and then just. Their work wife. its the jokes about work wife and its Courtney flirting with Amanda and Amanda flirting with Shayne and its all fun and jokes till its not. Ill let people who are more Shourtney knowledgable take over that one tho haha.

anyway this is getting kind of long. I'll be honest I don't have particular visions for Spencer in my rpf world so I'll leave that for others. I do love spinning Shaymanda/Shourtmanda in my head though. Very Fun. Much to consider....

[sharkverse-turtles]

wut r ur turtles pronouns and sexuality? :P

I havent thought too much about that quite yet! Ive been referring to them with he/him pronouns generally

Leo probably uses he/she pronouns and is unsure sexuality wise

Mikey would use he/they pronouns and be demisexual! (Which is just me projecting whoops)

Donnie doesn't give two shits about what pronouns you call him because he has other things he's more focused on (Most likely Nonbinary and on the arospec)

Raph is he/him but probably pansexual!

Take this as semi-canon though! I want to kinda leave it flexible in case something changes in the future, and for those who have their own hcs about it but this is just what I've got so far :'D

(Im still working on trying to flesh them out properly still lmao)

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

THE GAME IS DONE aside from some art :)

free to play and yes i know its on google docs im sorry I had no idea where else to upload this to, it had too many files for itch :( for those who don't know yet this is my mermay video game! just a game im trying to make over the course of mermay as a challenge thing me and a few of my readers are doing in the discord chat to make a cool creative concept for mermay. mines based on the prompt 'marine biologist' In this game you play as a sort of go-between for merfolk and human relations at an aquarium that often helps merfolk in need in the area as well as doing other aquarium duties

Its a visual novel and it has a LOT of endings and I will state theres special endings and diologue you get based on whether or not you laugh at Nikko's jokes at the beggining.

It's my first full game and I admit its also the thing that got me trying to do backgrounds. expect later releases to include visual changes and better art as well as improved sprites

theres a lil game in there like dressing up your little guys (sadly i cant figure out how to keep them in the costumes you put them in but at least you can put them in cute outfits) (you later unlock more options as well as another character to dress up by the second time going shopping)

and lots of fun antics with the characters :)

you do have to go down every route to get all the lore

and unlike most dating sims you dont really have the usual setup for building character relationships its more so a chose your own adventure style dating sim

theres a platonic route thats fully fleshed out too and is meant to be just as compelling as the romantic routes and the game is ENTIRELY SFW though there is mention of murder and possible cannibalisim amongst merfolk. mention of large storms. but its mostly a chill game where you get to befriend merfolk and your human companions

theres nikko, the human marine biologist who loves puns and is trying his best to be your friend

Nanonari the moon jellyfish emperor of the waters who has lost all faith in himself

and ketsueki the strange black tipped reef shark terrestrial biologist and human researcher

he cries a lot please be gentle with him If any other game developers or gamers know good websites for uploading your games (pay or for free) where theres an in browser feature especially id love that. I'm considering using GOG since I prefer their business practices (from what little ive seen) for things (if you havent checked out gog its just as legitimate as steam , ea games, etc. but it doesnt do the stuff with forcing you to be online to play, if i remember correctly its also the only place you can really get acess to the spore online services properly anymore (or easily? i think) and just generally feels a lot friendlier

things the game needs now: more soundtracks

more sound effects (considering trying to record myself playing my trusty slide whistle for several, several things ketsueki does. that shark just will not stop moving-)

I really hope you like it, if you play please comment below on your thoughts!

[iworshipsappho]

hii could you tell me a bit more about ceres if you don't mind? :] idk if you've talked about your oc before but I must've missed it and I'm curious now :]]]]

OMG HIHIHIIII

I LOVE TALKING ABOUT CERES!!!!!!! fuck yeah >:33

well i havent really spoken about him much online seeing as to the fact that most of my thoughts and rambles concerning them is usually sent in rapid fire succession to my beloved @foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland <33

BUT i'm always happy to talk about ceres :33

ok so basically i got obseesed with dnd a few months or so back and Ceres is my first ever proper oc!!! i love them so muchhh fr. at first they started off as an extension of myself but as the weeks passed he grew into her own character and it was sooo cool!!! so they started in my mind as a gnome rogue in a very atla-esque world but nowwww i have sort of rethought their backstory and more or less settled on an earth genasi paladin for their race and class, but im now debating the paladin part... we'll see :'))

unfortunately, while i have a lot of fluctuating thought about them, i love that btw it makes me think and ponder (basically writing but without writing ykn), i cant draw for the life of me</3 neither am i able to describe ceres enough for someone to draw them for me fskgjskgh

so rn ceres is still very much a baby oc WHOM I LOVE VVVVV MUCHHH but yeag, not properly fleshed out yet BUT im looooving all the research im putting into this its all so incredibly FUN and joyful and etc etc <33333

OH SHIT I ALMOST FORGOR the origin of their name!!!!!! so from the beginning i wanted ceres to have a connect with the earth and its elements!!! their hobbies are wood working and stone carving!!! i have a lil pintrest board and everything. anyways so, im a huge greek mythology nerd yeah? so i obviously named them after demeter, but the roman version. i am also very obsessed with our solar system and ceres is one my favourite dawrf planet, right in the asteroid belt between mars and jupiter... so yeag, cool name with origins from two of my erliest ever interests :>>

💜

[hitsuzenhusbands]

ohhh i havent posted properly in forever. heres a ~2k fic as an apology

aod has rlly grabbed me by the throat for the past few days, so. that resulted in. this!

yknow when ray is on eddie’s floor and she finds all of the victims files and one is a woman who was hanged on dannys floor. do you think about that because i think about that.

tw/cw for death, blood, gore, hanging, etc. etc. etc. pretty canon typical.

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The grating shudders as she falls back against it, a sharp inhale of surprise and pain filling her lungs with shards of air. She groans, digging her hand into her opposite arm, grinding her teeth in a desperate attempt to ignore the pain reverberating through her arteries and the thick, wet blood gushing through her fingers. The scythe, she imagines, had made quite the gash, but how deep she wasn’t sure. She can’t bear to look at it—to face what might be nothing but ragged flesh dripping from the bone of her forearm, held only in place by her other hand. Bile bubbles in the back of her throat at the thought of having to peel her dismembered limb off the grimy floor of this rickety elevator, but she swallows it down. 

She doesn’t care where it leads to at this point, as long as it’s away from that thing.

She almost couldn’t tell what it was at first—all she could see was a flash of black, white, and red before enough light filtered through the cracks of the rundown buildings to catch the metal of its weapon. By then, it was too late. She was too busy running and tending to her cut arm to picture a face to match the ear splitting laugh that followed her all the way to the elevator.

An exit awaits her, she hopes. She sees, through a blur composed of tears and agony, a wide, open door with a promise of freedom. Dirty concrete replaced by lush green grass, buzzing lights giving way to blue sky—

A man at a desk, glasses crooked on his nose as he peers intently at the computer in front of him. 

The blood loss must be getting to her.

Nevertheless, she steps forward, linoleum tiles immediately clicking beneath her. The man, still, seems unbothered, mindlessly tapping his mouse as she approaches his desk. Eyes straining beneath the dim lights, she figures she’s in something akin to a doctor’s office, but no matter how harshly her heart pounds against her ribcage in a plea to get out of here and her distrust rises with the hair along the back of her neck, she’ll take what she can get—even if that only amounts to a frightening lobby and a man too engrossed in Solitaire to acknowledge her.

“Excuse me?” Her voice is hoarse, words catching in her throat and tearing at her larynx. 

It’s only now that he sees her, eyes darting quickly between her and the screen before he hastily switches to another tab—a chart, maybe, or a form. The brightness of it compared to the rest of the room is making it difficult to tell. “My apologies! How can I help you?” He says, proper and practiced. Perfect customer service, as though he’s done it a thousand times over. As if to prove this point, he begins typing halfway through his sentence, keyboard clacking incessantly, the sound ricocheting against her skull.

“I…Need to see a doctor.”

“For what, may I—?” He’s turned to look at her, finally. Pressed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the tip of his finger and swiveled in his chair, only to catch sight of her wound. How he didn’t hear her blood dripping steadily against his bleach-scented floor, she doesn’t know. “Oh. Oh dear.” Concern only crosses his expression for a moment before he’s offering her a warm smile and standing from his chair. Without a second of delay, he guides her past the desk and down a hallway, hand gently placed on her unharmed shoulder until he gets her into something of an operating room and convinces her with a soft gesture of his hands to sit on the center table.

She does so, as if she had any other choice, and watches intently as he rifles through his drawers. Lightheaded as she is, she still catches sight of the jars lined up across the countertops, contents she can’t quite identify bobbing within them.

“Here we are.” He’s back, with his sterile smile and gleaming eyes. He sets his supplies on the table before he gets to work. She looks away when he wipes the wound clean, willing herself not to vomit. “So, what’s the story?”

God, if only she knew.

“I…A man, I think, chased me.”

He hums knowingly. The sound is just enough to draw her attention away from the stinging of the needle piercing her skin. She feels his fingers delicately wave her back together, pressing her flesh back into place. “Must have been a serial killer.”

The way he says it—so simply. Yes, of course, it must have been.

The string snaps cleanly. He wraps her with bandages so that she can stand to look at it without heaving, which she does as soon as he steps back, carefully flexing her arm and testing her limits. It’s stiff, naturally, and spikes of pain still flood her nerves, but at the very least the man before her isn’t trying to kill her this time.

“Would you mind if I performed a proper check-up?” He asks once he’s done. “Just to make sure you’re all set.”

She hesitates, drawing her arm into herself and resting it on her legs. There is something about him, something she can’t place. The way he holds himself stark upright, hands neatly folded in front of him, nothing short of a smile across his face. He tilts his head ever-so slightly when he speaks, his sentences carefully chosen and never anything but comforting.

It’s almost disarming. “I really should be going—”

“Please, I insist!” He raises his hands slightly. “I would hate to find out a patient of mine walked out of my office possibly injured.”

He could be right. In truth, the only thing she can feel is the pulsing of her arm—who knows how many bruises and cuts sprawl across the rest of her,  bleeding and infected. “Alright.”

The delight he finds in this is unreserved, as he clasps his hands together and carefully begins his examination. It’s nothing out of the ordinary—he looks into her ears, puts a stick on her tongue—and as expected, she’s perfectly fine.

“I didn’t happen to introduce myself, did I?” He announces suddenly, hammer hovering over her knee. She shakes her head. “Must have gotten lost in the whole arm-almost-got-cut-off business.” He chuckles to himself at his own joke. The hammer lightly knocks against her leg. This is extremely unnecessary, she finds, but a moment wasted resting in safety is better than a moment wasted with a murderer on your trail. “I’m Dr. Danny.” 

She goes to tell him hers, only to stop the moment he rises to his feet and places the hammer on the table with a sharp metal click. He leans forward towards her, lightly dragging her hair away from her face before he jabs his fingers into her cheek and forehead and pulls her eyelids apart. “Hey—”

“I wanted to be an ophthalmologist, you know.”  Her attempts to pull away are futile, stalled by the iron grip he has on her head. Still, she pulls—nearly knocking her skull against the slab when he lets go and gives her the opportunity to scramble backwards, cursing her injury for the flaring pain that crawls across her skin and buries itself in her veins. “So that I could gaze into as many eyes as I wanted. But that didn’t work out.” He taps under his right eye, a faint smile fluttering across his lips. “Besides, it’s so difficult to find the eyes I’m looking for, anyway.”

“What are you talking about—?”

“But you—” He continues, like he didn’t hear her. He’s taken a stance at the edge of the table now, hands pressed into the corners while he stares directly at her. “They’d be perfect, if only…”

She has to get out of here. It doesn’t matter anymore, how much kindness he has shown her, how many stitches are in her arm, how many will snap—she’s got a will to live, goddammit, and whatever is wrong with this man won’t stop her. She pulls her legs up onto the table in a burst of adrenaline and kicks back until she can slide off of it. He startles, apparently confused by her sudden fighting spirit, but she doesn’t let that stop her from bolting towards the door, dashing just past him, wrapping her fingers around the frame, and—

-

Daniel Dickens is a scientist at heart.

That is to say, he takes great pleasure in experimenting. 

His collection certainly has benefited from it. Not just in his method of preservation (a whole month was spent once, researching formaldehyde exclusively) but in his method of collection. 

He prefers something simple. He goes right for the eyes, mostly, and whatever happens after that is left up to fate—or rather, the person themself, whether they spend their time applying pressure to the wounds or flailing aimlessly around his room, destroying as much of it as they can before collapsing.

Stabbing is effective. Messy, though. Then again, not as messy as immediate eye removal, but he’s never been one for dish washing, and visible knives tend to disturb his patients before he can begin the procedure.

Guns, chainsaws, scythes—he can’t stand the thought. To think he might miss and hit his trophies makes him sick.

But this.

This is worth experimenting with.

The newest sacrifice isn’t exactly any more interesting than the rest. Her eyes are blue, yes, but dull. They reek of stagnation, contentedness with a normal life, of days and nights that repeat over and over so much so that this sudden change in routine has only awoken in her a desire to go back. Still, he admires that flare—that flicker of a survivor's instinct that burns deep within her and sends ripples into her otherwise unbecoming eyes.

And he thinks, perhaps, with this, he can make them exactly how he wants them.

She runs from him, as most tend to do, but she barely gets a foot out of the door. He grabs the rope tucked into his lab coat and pulls it tight around her neck, dragging her back into the operating room enough so he can push her against the floor, fraying threads cutting deep lines into her throat already. She’s drowned out by the force, instead mindlessly grabbing at him.

But this isn’t it. This isn’t how she will die—with eyes that barely spark at the prospect of escape.

He releases it enough for her to gasp, a wheeze that pierces her lungs and stuns her long enough for him to tie the noose. As a precaution, he shuts the door before he hangs it just above a desk chair tucked against the side of the room, his own breath catching in his throat at the prospect of what he’s about to do.

She struggles beneath him as he picks her up, half-dragging her kicking and screaming until he can pull her onto the chair and situate her head within the neck hole. “My mother,” He says somberly, tightening it in spite of her cries. “She did this to herself. I only wonder…If the despair she felt may be shared by you.”

Her neck doesn’t snap. Instead, she claws helplessly at the knot, kicking and gurgling. 

Her eyes don’t change.

Once she goes limp, they’re just as they were—dull. Ordinary. Unremarkable.

Hypothesis disproved, he sighs to himself before delving his fingers into her sockets and removing his prize, some sort of nostalgia stirring within him.

[bugsinthebayou]

Blacked out saw cult in an oc lore post slammed the anon button so fast I'm here i wanna hear abt OCs and cults (< made a fictional one to toss my guy into so I can stretch and knead him like thinking putty)

HEHEHE HIIIII !! cult ocs r sooo fun :3

the ocs are named Guide and Runaway :3 they were both raised in a cult where runaway, who was called 'Vessel' during this time, was prophesized to inherit a great power and,,, destroy and recreate the world to be without pain (which would kill everyone and herself in the process)? something like that, i havent fleshed it out fully. guide was raised to be vessel's, well, guide. she was meant to ensure that vessel would follow her destiny and fulfill her role as a martyr for the cult. guide was only a year or two older than vessel/runaway.

vessel is like,, her deadname. both metaphorically and literally (shes mtf and transitioned after running away from the cult). im gonna refer to her kid self with she/her even though she didnt use those at that time.

for many years they were both very loyal to the cult for a while, even despite the odd teachings. they thought it was normal for vessel to be worshiped like she was. im not sure exactly how, but at some point in their preteens(?) vessel realizes something is wrong. guide also notices that its wrong, and truthfully has felt like something's been off for a long time, but still chooses to feign ignorance.

sometime in their teens, probably not even a year before vessel is supposed to use her power to reach into the weavings of reality, she wakes guide up in the middle of the night and tells her she's leaving. she holds her hand out to guide and guide really, truly, wants to take it but she cant. she tells runaway to leave before she alerts some of the other people in the house and runaway leaves. she's not happy about it, though.

runaway manages to find her way to someone that takes her in and teaches her how to properly control her power and just keeps her safe from people trying to take her back. for years, runaway and guide end up on opposing sides of missions and sometimes battlefields. as time goes on its clearer and clearer to runaway and the cult's trying to recreate her power into guide. and they're partially working; but not without severe consequences.

at some point, im not sure when but its likely post-some kind of big battle, the cult is disbanded and guide and runaway are reunited. they start living in the same apartment and are officially together. guide starts going to therapy (runaway's been going for a little while), and things just start looking up. until the events of the Extra Story happen but they're mostly jn the background (well, runaway's at the forefront of things but guide's chilling at home).

and so there's a brief overview of some of the major things about my longing cult yuri ocs! i love them dearly and really need to draw them soon,,,,

[screechingsandwichhologram]

I've realized that i havent properly introduced my ocs yet so. here is a BASIC rundown of my ocs & who they know/are related to & who they are. im going to try to keep this as basic and simple but its kinda hard for me to do that

first things first: they are dsmp worldbuilding ocs. they have very little to do with the actual canon, but you will recognize some things. also I've kinda repurposed some characters for my own lore

also : techno is NOT the blood god. he's the blood god's champion. the blood god is a separate god

okay so lets get into it

EROS : she/it/love. she's the goddess of love, and is also a war god (War of Love). love is c!ranboo's mom. she is married to Erebus, and is queen of the end. she does very little politics, and is more into outreach than policy. she is very kind and gentle, but can be terrifying. she is immortal. she is the child of Hysteria and the Blood God. because of this, it is not an ancient god, and therefore isn't extremely powerful. she's a shapeshifter. love lives in the End

EREBUS: they/she. she's the ruler of the end. they are a very good and fair ruler. she is the twin of z. z & erebus overthrew the old ruler. they are married to Eros, and are c!ranboo's other mom. they are the child of an enderman and the god of the void. they are immortal. they live in the end.

Z: they/them. they are erebus's twin. child of an enderman and the god of the void. they live in the end. they are a scholar and a scientist. they helped organize the people for the rebellion to overthrow the old king

^these guys all live at the same time and regularly interact !!!!

CRESSIDA: she/her. she's the child of the goddess of the nether and the blood god. she is very kind and extremely loyal and protective. she is also a badass warrior. she died during battle protecting her sounder (shes a piglin hybrid btw) which made her ascend to godhood. her physical body became jewels and precious metals and stuff (why piglins love gold) so as a god she doesn't have a physical form. like if she tries hard enough she can appear in dreams but it takes a lot out of her. she died a long time BEFORE eros & erebus were even born so they never met

OBERON: he/they. he's the child of hysteria and some (probably) forest nymph. he lost his memory, so he doesn't remeber his past at all. he was found wandering the nether by cressida. she brought him into the bastion and helped him gain his feet. he was head over heels in love with her. she eventually becomes good friends with her. she's also aroace (it's okay tho cause they r lithoromantic so it works out). she is his everything. he struggles a lot with his mind bending powers from their dad (hysteria), and cressida grounds him. when she dies, he looses it and decimates the nether with his powers. using cressidas teachings, he manages to control it to a forest he grew, thus becoming the god of warped forests. he lives in self-imposed exile, away from anyone.

^cressida and oberon are BEFORE eros & erebus & z!! they don't interact with them.

THE GOD OF BLOOD, FLESH, AND BONE: aka the blood god. they/them mainly but also chill with it & he. an ancient god (original). born in the overworld. made a deal with the goddess of the nether to live there. domain is the physical body. also a war god (War of Bloodlust). often appears as a piglin or piglin hybrid. patron god of piglins. eros & cressida are their only children. was much more affectionate, but when cressida died they became cold and antisocial. by the time c!ranboo was born, they were like. warming up again. c!techno is their champion (person chosen to do their bidding and they have special gifts and stuff). they have a very strong grudge against hysteria.

HYSTERIA: he/him. the god of the mind, emotions, and sanity. patron god of humanity & the arts. the third (and final*) war god (War of Power). lives in the overworld. a slut. has tons of children that he does not keep track of or take care of. also an ancient god. a shapeshifter. again, by the time c!ranboo was born, he was getting a bit better about the whole "caring for other people thing". has a very strong rivalry with the blood god.

^these guys exist throughout the story!!! they interact with both cressida & obereon and erebus & eros (though not much)

[behindthescenesobg]

vincent post

vincent time okay so he's the director of the Aptorian Defence Fleet so he runs the place and tells people what to do and all that he's such a dude he lived and served through the Lily Arm Collapse (as a standard soldier, then officer, then naval captain because of a transfer), the big thing that happened because a planet sized god got bored of living as a planet and decided to assimilate everything it could reach it got stopped by a ship called the ADFS Condor, a giant cruiser that dealt the final blow that ship is now on display on Aptoris in the Galactic History Museum it was being captained by Vincent at the time and he ran the whole operation as a rogue from the rest of the ships warped it all the way to the host planet and drove the ship into the crust, then fired the massive guns in the nose (which he had ordered his engineers to draw all power to) [edit: these guns are HUGE. someone standing at 6ft tall would look like an ant next to one of these. they're called "Titan Slayers" in universe. TITAN SLAYERS. THEY'RE BUILT TO DESTROY GODS WHICH ARE ORDERS OF MAGNITUDE MORE POWERFUL THAN THIS FLESH BLOB. THEY CARVE THROUGH MOUNTAINS EVEN WHEN NOT FUELED BY 99.99% OF THE POWER OF 6 COLOSSAL REACTORS. anyway] which destroyed the core of the god thing, so it went bye bye he got reprimanded for damaging the ship obviously but he was promoted to a stupidly high ranking officer, who then took over when the current director passed away so he became the director of the entire ADF enough of that he is so. he's got a little romance thing going on with one of his top two officers he's the most emotionless guy you'll ever meet he does not show any emotions unless they're VERY strong only 3 people in his current squadron have seen true emotions out of him, and they are amanda (his "girlfriend"), kurt (his personal student and now friend from the academy), and holly (who he sees as a daughter) he's my second favourite to write so far, but he might be overtaken by xander when i bring him in he's got such a big backstory that i havent gone into properly yet and probably wont for the sake of showing it when the show comes out (hopefully) but he's such a rich character in my opinion he's also the only character to carry over to the rewrite so he holds a special place in my heart i love vincent vincentpost over might do john or boris next maybe both peace <3

[raitrolling]

was thinking about chucklevoodoos earlier cuz while i dont enjoy writing subjugs at all i do like my Funky Fucked Up Mind Powers

glasya’s astral projection / dream walking ability is related to their dormant chucklevoodoos, which would have been the ability to trap trolls in their own worst nightmare. in their current state, they can warp the dreams belonging to those they astral project into, but instead it changes the dreamscape to match their own (aka Horrible Flesh Hell based on their own nightmares)

viltau and shirei presumably have their own dormant chucklevoodoos, but i havent thought too much about them. i had originally considered viltau’s to be emotion manipulation of some description (such as making trolls feel more excitable, but also more violent), but i think manipulation of the senses could be more interesting. maybe making trolls feel hunger cravings for certain things, or making non-food items smell irresistibly tasty. shirei ive got no fuckin clue lmao

lanthi is just an npc, but shes also the only troll of mine who is actually part of the cult. her chucklevoodoos allow her to implant and manipulate memories via suggestion. she uses this to insert herself into people’s lives by asking if they remember her from their childhood, and then uses that to gain their trust. because of course youd want to welcome an old childhood friend back into your life, wouldnt you?

belial (the trenchcoat guy i drew the other week) is a troll so old he actually predates chucklevoodoos being a Thing in canon - from what i could tell the concept was introduced in august 2011, but i’ve got sprites and doodles of him dating around june-july 2011. in his original concept he had psiionics that were constantly active and made anyone who spent prolonged amounts of time around him start to feel depressed. if i were to properly revisit him i think i would make his powers chucklevoodoos and have him be an ex-subjug. his voodoos would be either be emotion manipulation or emotional vampirism, and some circumstances forced him to overclock his powers until they just straight-up broke and now they affect him more than they affect other people (and then got ousted from the cult as a result). man literally out here weaponising sadness

[kits-ships]

dolphin, ant, snake for either dick or jason? :) —canon-can-fight-me

i'll do it with dick ! i havent fleshed out the au with kieran and jason yet <3 thank you for the ask !!

dolphin: Do you and your f/o have your own “language”?

absolutely! kieran, despite her career and criminal background, is extremely shy and often nonverbal. like, if bruce looked at her wrong she'd probably pass out from fear alone. because of this, the two are great on picking up on nonverbal cues from one another- with a little bit of sign language thrown in. it helps especially at galas or when kieran is getting overstimulated

ant: What’s something your f/o is really good at?

well, besides gymnastics and being charismatic, i imagine an older dick is a great mediator for those around him. damien and tim arguing? nope- you're talking this out. now. kieran feels uncomfortable when someone is joking about her job? we're going over there to discuss this properly. no bottled up feelings are allowed on this man's watch !!!

snake: Is your f/o stealthy? Good at hiding things from you?

when crime fighting? yes. in any other circumstance? no <3 he gets way too excited or feels far too guilty if he's trying to hide something and will eventually just blurt it out. for example, if this man ever tries to propose, he is going to be SWEATING.

it also doesn't help that kieran has enhanced hearing and control over computers. she loves listening to people gossip from across the manor + sometimes reads peoples emails or texts. dont tell anyone tho shh. she just has so fun learning little details abt people. but, because of this, dick has to wait for her to leave the house before he even dares to verbally discuss a birthday gift or anything of the sort :3

[beepochi]

WAIT WAIT WAIT A DAMN MINUTE what do you mean it james was supposed to be backstory for jian... backstory for WHAT.... SIR??? the implications... oh god that makes me even more scared for how this is going to go noOOOO (but seriously... can you tell us more or... are you planning on pursuing it eventually)

eheh yea. so a lot has changed ab what used to be the main story as ive written out grow as we go n now its become a real limbo space n kinda veered off into hypothetical/au territory a bit. im not sure ill ever write it out properly now cos i think knowing when to end things is good, n i reckon the end of seventeen is gonna be a good point to stop, minus mayb a few lil oneshots (but if ppl r genuinely interested in more i might get round to it>:) so ig if u wanna know kinda my original thinking, keep in mind i havent rly developed it p much since starting mess is mine. mayb treat it as like,,, semi-canonic? idk lmao

BUT og jian was gonna be in his mid/upper 20s n it was gonna be him figuring himself out a bit after,,,,,,,,,, breaking things off w james >:] i kinda wanted to explore the deep impressions (both positive n negative) james had left on him that probably wont ever truly go away. they were gonna hv been together 10ish yrs give or take a few. n considering jians stage of life when things started + their personalities, i think a lot of damage had unintentionally been done n jian was kinda gonna heal n untangle himself a lil bit,, while stumbling into a v healthy n secure relationship along the way :-)

also side note, james is a bit less explicitly toxic than originally lol n that happened accidentally cos as i started writing n fleshing him out, i was like,, hes too smart to behave in a way that jian would recognise as wrong. so that has slight impact on how their future may play out

uhh n writing mess is mine was w the idea of ,,if someone is genuinely happy despite being in a toxic situation , where's that gonna lead em? n the grey area there (kinda like the idea of if a slave doesnt know theyre a slave [+ is content in their ignorance], what does that mean?). n thats been p interesting

idk feel like this response is p messy lol but thats the general vibe >:}

[sexysilverstrider]

Honestly that’s what annoys me most about Scarlet and Violet as someone who just finished the game. I genuinely enjoyed the plot, especially some later story stuff. There’s some fun Pokémon designs. Miraidon/Koraidon have such a lovable personality. I really became attached to the rivals (Arven in particular). But all that positive stuff is trapped in a clearly bugged and not properly finished game. And it’s the bugs and glitches and general performance issues that will be focused on (understandably) but I’m sad the enjoyable aspects will be drowned out, that this game wasn’t given the time it needed to be what it could be!

im amazed at the fact tht u finished it already lmao im JUST at my 4th gym badge 2nd team star battle n 3 titan quest. too busy fucking around in the world of paldea peace and love ✌🏽

but yeah i can see what youre getting at. the characters are truly lively n lovable. tbh theyre more fleshed out and loved compared to the galarian characters at this point. but the Glitch really dampers the joy esp when youre not interacting with the story ;w;

even koraidon! sexiness aside its so lovable i havent loved a box legendary since reshiram in bw. hes doggy ❤️

n arven!! again didnt think much of him before when he came out but as i currently play his story quest n see his personality hes just ;w; also some jpn artists are starting to draw him n wow hensem

hopefully theres a patch to fix all the glitches. i know there will n itll take time coz come on!! do better nintendo

[janiedean]

Aaaaand heart thing anon here again!

I'm kinda reaally sleepy here because I'm on my 2° day of no sleep, so I apologize for the lack of words. If I one day post my works online, I'll make sure to let you know!

Sandor is the grumpiness incarnated in flesh and bone, so he taking two months to touch the harmless little heart in his room (as if it'd burn the rest of his body) is the most in-character thing I have seen.

(Sandor's heart was giant when Sansa was small... Sansa's heart would be what, the size of his hand? I can't for the life of myself imagine the measures of anyone taller than 1,80)

I'll put a reminder in my agenda to send you remarks of how your writings are perfect and worth living for at every 16° day of the month, starting now.

...sorry, it's a deal you can't break❤️

(unless you ask me to, of course, I don't want to make you uncomfortable)

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Your works are perfect,

And so are you

Totally unrelated question just for the sake of it, do you think Sandor knows how to dance? I saw once someone saying dance used to be a must-know skill for every person that lived in a court

I swear I'm not usually this random, it's just the sleepiness.

I wish you all the happiness in this world!

anon please don’t worry i’m sleep deprived half of the time no need to apologize and it’s really nice of you to even say so TVT ❤️❤️❤️ and absolutely let me know if you do!!

concerning the rest: obviously she’d have a tiny heart and he’d be all like MUST NOT HANDLE CARELESSLY 😭

that said wrt the dancing: yes and no in the sense that people living in a court as idk nobles dames and so on would know because as stated necessary skill, on the other idk if someone who is only there for the bodyguarding/fighting would like need it especially if they don’t have an important position, on the other again fighting requires coordination and knowing what footwork means so like while someone who is good at dancing wouldn’t necessary be able to use a sword for obvious reasons someone who’s good at fighting would probably learn fast if they didn’t know already so there’s that

wrt sandor specifically: i don’t think he would NOT know at least the basics if only because he was still second son of a noble household so he must have gotten some rudiments before the whole MY BROTHER BURNED MY FACE part, then after that… i mean he killed someone at twelve during the rebellion and i don’t think that he’d go out of his way to actually learn properly so imvho it’s realistic that he’d know the basics but wouldn’t have practiced since the burn and after he wouldn’t have bothered learning

………. and thank you anon now I got hit with a train with scenario in which sansan marriage is about to happen and she’s all happy going off about how she can’t wait to dance with him and he pretends he’s chill with it and then he runs to find jaime who WOULD know because brought up to inherit a castle + in a position where he could have done it during feasts and is like I BEG YOU GIVE ME A CRASH COURSE I HAVENT DANCED IN TWENTY YEARS and jaime ropes brienne into it because why wouldn’t he 😭 i’m not making promises because as stated commissions to finish and i hate everything i write lately but……. this is juicy

[artlifeartblog]

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… beat me until the fear for ur life has been quelled by the damage done to me physically? Why did u stop hitting me and allow me to get up? If truly in fear for your life why did u allow me to get up? And where was this knife. His answer (Ofcourse clearly made up and nonsensical): “I had to call the cops”. See he was lying. He knew it and so did I. And since I knew he was lying, with each new lie he only created a new flaw. If you allow the person whom u claim was so threatening to you that you thought he was going to kill you to get up so u can now place a phone call then while u called 911 I’m sure you explained this to them and me, the killer, was no approaching u to finish the job, right? Ofcourse not. Not one word to 911. No reasonable answer as to why he allowed me to get up when he had me subdued and was beating me. But the stupidity did not stop there. Because after about a pause in my questioning for about 5 minutes, I asked him: “who have u told that I tried to kill you”. I realizing that if he now just made this shit up, could he have been communicating to our community that his live in partner, attempted to murder him in Dec 2020?!?!? He said the only person he told was the police. WAIT!!!! WHAT! “You told the police that day that I tried to kill u with knife”. His answer was YES. To me this was odd. Because he was alone and inside the house with the police and the scary knife yet none of this prompted the police to do anything about his claims. Especially since he has clean record and I have a few drug felonies, any law enforcement officer being told that there is a threatening individual with a dangerous weapon who attempted to murder someone and he has a few felonies and traffic warrants would 100% arrest that fucking tattooed individual quicker than the it takes a cop to shoot when they see a black teen with a phone. His stupid story made absolutely no fucking sense when scrutinized by the actual facts. Yet did this prevent him from lying. NOPE. Because not only did he continue this fantasy but the next claim he made would be his stupidest, saddest, most dangerous claim yet. Cause after i demolished every stupid new claim with the actual facts of the day leaving him with the reality that me not being arrested was a huge whole in his little story, it emboldened this ducking weirdo to answer my next question with something only a wannabe fantasy writer could come up with. Yes he going to a fake online college for creative writing. But I guess his classes have yet to get into the basics of NEW MATERIAL cause I asked; “You know you said you feared for your life but my initial move was four slaps. Where was the knife and why did you fear for your life if supposedly chose the dumbest offensive strike when I could have just stabbed you?”. …… Just wait for this fucking guys answer. Let me just say that after he said this I walked up to him, nose to nose, staring deeply in his eyes and clearly, confidently ended the conversation with “YOU ARE A DAMN LIAR. YOU KNOW IT. I KNOW IT. THE FACTS ARE OVERWHELMINGLY ON MY SIDE AND NO SANE PERSON WILL EVER BELIEVE YOU. NO WONDER YOU HAVENT TOLD ANYONE BUT ME. SHAME WILL FILL YOUR HEART ONE DAY. LIAR”….. this wannabe be writer told me the reason that he was scared was because before I slapped him I pulled the knife out and put it against cheek. He said he felt it. I said: “was I laughing like the joker or what? What exactly did I say in your movie?” He ended this future film yet to be fully properly fleshed out with; “all I remember was knocking the knife outta ur hand after that”…..okay Batman. Doesn’t sound like you were at all scared. This fantastical story actually makes you sound like a fucking bad ass who at the end had the heart to let his attempted murder get up to spare him the ass whooping you could have given him and with the police apparently listening to your claim and believing none of it. Since that day it changed none of his sleeping habits. He allowed me next to him every night. His fear was so grave that day that he told not a single soul…. Page 3