#did i...also technically make a transformers oc?

[imaroyalmess]

An Apprentice’s (Unofficial) Guide to House Garments

based on @energ00n 's apprentice AU! (i'm obsessed with the concept of apprentices making up garment rules)

Wc: 2.1k

The datapad—an older model with discolored spots, showing where servos touched its framing—is the first thing Orion Pax’s optics land on as he walks into his new room. Orion snatches the datapad and tilts his helm as he reads the title over again. A peek at the contents shows that it begins with Hey newbie followed by three exclamation glyphs (an overabundance of any glyph, if you asked Orion).

Orion glances up and catches his own gaze in a mirror hanging in front of him. It’s strange, seeing two sheer fabric pieces delicately flowing over the hard metal of his arms—he’s hesitant to move his arm joints in fear of tearing it. That, as well as the jewelry occupying the space where his cog would be creates a vision that’ll take some getting used to.

He pries his optics away and down to the datapad again, dermas pinching as his processor whirrs. Prima explained to him how to care for his garment personally and what if, since the datapad looks old, the data was outdated? No, safer to follow Prima’s instructions and not confuse himself.

Orion places the datapad to the side and sets off to explore his new home.

~

Hello newbie!!!

Congratulations to you and your new position! There’s so much you need to know before you get started. If you wanna make friends, then you’ll wanna keep reading, little mech!

It’s most important that you know about your House garment. No, no, not how to wash oil stains out of it (though that’s good to know!), I’m talking about the meaning behind what you do with it.

Lucky for you, I’ve compiled a list for your easy reference! Learn them well, little mech!!

DO: Wear your House garment at all times! I’ve been told it’s respectful to the Primes. Also helpful so we can tell each other apart. Usually only an apprentice’s special somebot sees them without it! Even then, maybe not.

~

D-16 has always been a stickler for the rules. It’s structure—it’s security. He can’t afford to slip up and never lets that resolve waver. So how exactly did he let pretty blue optics lure him into a cargo hold that supposedly has a passage leading into the (highly forbidden) archives? D-16 isn’t sure.

“Orion Pax,” D-16 hisses, “you idiot, there’s no way—”

Orion hushes him with a digit to his dermas and a wink. D-16 lowers his voice. “Why did you drag me into this?”

Orion pries the cover away from the passage and lowers it to the ground, a soft clank echoing. “I need you to keep watch for me, ‘kay? It’s a tight squeeze for me so you definitely wouldn’t fit.”

D-16 frowns, a retort fully prepped in his processor, but then Orion unclips his garment and D-16’s vocalizer short circuits. For a horrifying and long nanoklik, only static emits from his voice box. “Wh–Pax, what are you doing?!”

“I told you.” Orion rolls his optics. “Barely enough room in there and I can’t risk ripping my clothes up. Prima would offline me.”

He slips the sheer fabric over his helm and presents it to D-16 with splayed servos. Primus, help him. It takes D-16 exactly 1.46 kliks to reboot and shake his helm vehemently. “No? I…you want me to—”

“It’s just my garment,” Orion states, playful but also firm in a way that says I don’t have time to argue. “I’m not asking you to do anything else. Keep it safe?”

Just my garment. If Orion’s antics don’t get him expelled, his cluelessness would. However, he’s correct about one thing, and it’s that their time is running out.

D-16 half-snatches half-cradles the garment, careful not to let the ends touch the ground. With a deep intake D-16 says, “Go. Before they spot us.”

Orion grins, scrambling his way through the crawl space, leaving D-16 to listen for passing mechs. The fabric feels smooth between his digits.

~

DON’T: touch another apprentice’s attire, especially(!) without their permission. A passing touch may be an accident but deliberately grabbing is almost like a kiss!!! Don’t kiss or put your dermas on their clothing either. That has…intimate implications I won’t discuss here.

~

Orion loves watching Megatronus Prime spar with D-16. The size difference between the two could be laughable, if it weren’t for the ferocity that overtakes D-16’s faceplate and the corrections Megatronus throws out to him. Multiple times, Orion’s systems remind him to function as he watches—his friend is a vision under his Prime’s tutelage, all gritted denta, radiating optics, and arcing gauntlets.

Once satisfied, the looming Prime kneels before his apprentice and speaks lowly to him. Orion’s audials are unable to pick up what’s said but the open and hungry way D-16 receives his feedback sates him. Megatronus returns to his full height, nods to release D-16 from his training for the day and Orion perks up at the gesture.

“D!” Orion calls. His friend pads over to what’s becoming Orion’s usual spot, a barely-there smile on his dermas.

“You been waiting long?” D-16 asks, setting his practice spear against the wall.

Orion shakes his helm. A white lie—he’s been there longer than he should’ve but it’s not his fault that watching D-16 fight is so fascinating. “What were you learning today?”

D-16 dutifully launches into the intricacies of battle strategy and close-ranged combat. Orion props his helm up with his loose fist as he listens—mostly listens, at least. That task becomes difficult as the jargon grows thick and D-16’s broad servos capture Orion’s attention as they move in small motions.

An idea pops into his processor. “Why don’t you show me?”

A pause, then D-16 scoops up his practice spear, muttering, “It’ll look stupid without an opponent.”

Orion hops over the half-wall that’s been separating them and bounces over to stand in front of his friend. “I’m right here though.”

“No,” D-16 said immediately. “It’s not safe.”

“C’mon, D,” Orion teases. “I trust you.”

D-16 cycles his optics and Orion’s lopsided grin grows. “It’s not about that. You don’t know what you’re doing and even if it’s not real, I could hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Orion states, full of confidence.

“I could,” D-16 argues. “Then Prima would offline me for harming his one and only apprentice—”

Orion begins to circle D-16, close enough to reach but far enough that he could evade it. “I know what you’re doing, Pax. It’s not going to work.”

“Is it not?” Orion teases as he keeps in D-16’s blindspot, his friend calmly trying to catch sight of him again. He takes a chance while behind him, dashing out and giving the purple fabric of D-16’s House garment a good tug.

“Pax,” D-16 chastises. Yes, it’s a sparkling-like move, Orion knows and does not quite care. He does it again, giggles erupting from his vocalizer as D-16’s calmness dissipates.

Orion manages to tug at D-16’s garment twice more before D-16’s arm snaps out, captures the joint above Orion’s servos, and crowds him against the nearby wall. The yellow of D-16’s optics blaze. Orion notices how close they are, how his friend’s weight is the only thing that keeps him upright, and he grins.

D-16 growls, “Orion.” And honestly? Orion isn’t sure what’s going through his processor when his reaction to hearing D-16 say his name is to bite down on the gathered cloth by one of the gauntlets he’d been admiring earlier.

D-16 drops him. His aft hits the ground with a rough clank and Orion cries out, “hey!”

But D-16 isn’t listening. His optics are focused on the spot where Orion’s intake fluid darkened cloth’s already deep purple. D-16’s expression is horrified.

“Oh scrap, D.” Orion scrambles to his pedes. “It should go away, right? I’ve never—D! Where are you going? Wait!”

Before Orion can say another word, D-16 runs—no, sprints—out of the practice arena, leaving Orion there alone wondering what he’d done wrong.

~

DO: keep your garment clean! It’s polite and respectful, blah blah blah, you should know this. But! What you don’t know is that leaving a mark on another apprentice’s garment, accidental or not, is a serious offense! You tear it, that’s a show of disrespect to the apprentice and their House and you might have to fight them. On the other servo, if you, say, put a small decal on the cloth, you’re effectively marking that mech as your own. Same goes for intake fluid, though that just tells everyone that you and that bot are...together in a different sense. Catch my drift? 

~

“I’m sorry, D.”

“What for?”

“I don’t know but I made you upset, didn’t I?”

“...no. You didn’t.”

~

DON’T: wear another House’s garment!!! Unless you’re ready to be conjunxes. And I’m serious! It’s saying your devotion to that mech is equivalent to your devotion to your Prime. Ask yourself, little mech. Would you swear undying fealty to them? Would you choose that mech over your Prime? No? Then don’t do this.

(Okay, I might be a little overdramatic, but seriously, don’t.)

~

What fascinates Orion is how different the textiles feel from one another. He’s read about the arts and asked on multiple occasions to speak with the bot who made his House clothes because he must know more. Orion shifts the material of D-16’s garment between his digits, reveling in the weight and watching the fabric fold as he moves.

He drapes a length of it over his arm and turns to D-16, who’s dozing in and out of a light rest cycle. “Do you think purple would suit me?”

“Hm?”

Orion nudges his friend with the bend of his arm still wrapped in material. This time, D-16 rouses, even if only a little. “Your House garment, silly. How does it look?”

“Fine,” D-16 says.

“Just fine?” Orion complains. “You’re the meanest friend ever. You won’t even let me try?”

D-16 resettles his helm. “Not mean. ‘M honest.”

Orion shoves his shoulder plate, only serving to further tangle himself. “Your honesty is mean.”

“Would you prefer a more elaborate answer?”

“Not anymore,” Orion mutters. This time, he lets D-16 rest as he lays the garment over his lap and smoothes out the wrinkles he’s made. 

~

Congrats!!! Now you’re fully equipped to take on the social terrain in the House of Primes!!

In case you didn’t read all that, basically, keep to your own business and every other bot will keep to theirs. You’re lucky you have me to help you out with this because I didn't have anyone explain it to me and I broke about every rule before an apprentice told me. I was so embarrassed!!! No need to thank me though, little mech, whoever you may be. Just have fun! Be responsible! Follow these rules!!! I promise, you’ll have a better time if you do. Byeeee ;)

~

D-16 might cease to function—if he hasn’t already. On this particular solar cycle, Orion had dragged D-16 into another one of his schemes and deemed his quarters the meeting point. The door slid open, Orion welcomed him inside, and D-16’s optics landed on a datapad that made his spark drop.

That thing isn’t supposed to exist—not physically, anyway. How did it get here? How in Primus’ glory does Orion have it?!

“D?” Orion cuts through his panic.

“Have you…” D-16 can barely force his vocaliser to say the words. “Have you read it?”

Orion raises an optical ridge. Confused but fond. “Read what?”

A digit points at the datapad, though D-16 didn’t consciously give the command for it to do so. “That.”

“Oh that?” Orion ambles over to the offending object. “It was here when I moved in. Weird right? Maybe Prima put it here in case I forgot what he told me?”

D-16’s joints creak with the effort it takes to stride over and pick up the datapad. “You don’t need it though, do you?”

Please say no, D-16’s processor screams.

Orion laughs, though his confusion melds into concern as well. “No, I guess not…did you need it? You can take it, if you do.”

And D-16 then and there wishes Orion Pax had chosen a better friend, one who he deserves. Except, D-16 is also selfish and cold in ways where Orion is warm—he doesn’t wish that, in actuality. (It feels kinder to say that he does. Orion deserves kind.)

“Thanks,” D-16 says for lack of any explanation that wouldn’t be a flat-out lie.

Then Orion smiles at him, as he always does, and pats him on the chest plate, right next to his empty cog slot, right on his garment. D-16 musters a quirk of his dermas and tucks the datapad away from Orion’s prying optics. It’s hard to feel guilty about it, when Orion seems so content and his servos make his garment so warm.

~~~

A/N: tysm for reading! i'm sorry if i got any details wrong, i read all the comics over again to make sure i got it all correct but just in case i missed something! please check out the main comic if you haven't already. the worldbuilding, writing, and art style are all stunning!

[dinodaweeb]

5 Times Your Werewolf Boyfriend Almost Exposed Himself

Gn!Reader x M!Oc!Werewolf

1.Dumplings that gave you food poisoning. Living with Juan Carlos was a learning experience. For both of you.

At first, you thought he’d adjust pretty easily. He was already technically human most of the time, and sure, the whole werewolf thing came with quirks, but how bad could it be?

Very.

The first major incident happened when you ordered takeout. Simple, right? You didn’t feel like cooking, and Juan Carlos—still getting used to non-raw food—was on board with trying something new.

What you didn’t expect was his reaction to the delivery guy.

The poor dude had barely knocked when Juan Carlos lunged for the door, sniffing aggressively, hazel eyes narrowing like you’d just let a serial killer onto the premises.

“What are you doing?” you hissed, trying to shove him away.

“This is our home.” His voice was stern. You rolled your eyes.

“It’s my apartment, and that’s just some kid bringing me dumplings.”

Juan Carlos didn’t budge. If anything, he leaned in closer, chest puffing up, radiating pure animalistic intimidation.

You cringed.

The second you cracked the door open, he semi transformed showing off his fangs. Seriously, he acts like a baby most of time but puts on the whole cliche “alpha werwolf” act like some edgy seventeen year old boy.

The poor delivery guy went pale.

“N-Never mind, it’s on the house!” The bag hit the ground. Footsteps pounded down the hall as the guy bolted.

You turned to Juan Carlos, dumbfounded. “Did you just—”

“He smelled shady,” Juan Carlos grumbled, arms crossed.

You stared at him. Stared at the abandoned food. Stared at the retreating figure of a teenager who was probably quitting his job as you spoke.

“You are never answering the door again.”

(The indeed turned out to be shady, so you let it slide.”

2. The Time He Forgot Clothes Were Mandatory

You came home one evening, tired, sweaty, and done with the day. You just wanted to shower, eat something, and—

“Why are you naked?”

Juan Carlos blinked up at you from the couch, legs spread comfortably, remote in hand. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because—” You gestured wildly. “Because clothes?!”

He tilted his head. “They’re itchy.”

“That’s a you problem. We have neighbors—”

“The old lady across the way keeps looking in here anyway.”

“That’s because she probably thinks she’s hallucinating a Greek statue come to life!” You grabbed the nearest blanket, tossing it at him. “Cover up!”

He caught it but made no move to actually use it. “I don’t get it. I don’t wear clothes in my other forms.”

“You also don’t have—” You clamped your mouth shut before you could acknowledge anything about Juan Carlos’s current state. “Just… get dressed before I lose my mind.”

He smirked but finally—finally—wrapped the blanket around his waist. “You like looking, don’t you?”

You left the room before you could commit a crime.

3. The Time He Marked His ‘Territory’ (Figuratively, Thank God)

At first, you didn’t notice anything strange.

Sure, Juan Carlos was clingy. You’d expected that. Werewolves were affectionate, territorial, all that weird instinct stuff.

Honestly, he was usually nothing like this. But his job left him hyperactive and stressed.

But then you started noticing little things.

Your shirts? Smelled way too much like him, even ones you hadn’t worn recently. Your blankets? Always a little ruffled, like he’d been rolling in them. And worst of all?

Your pillow smelled distinctly of wolf.

It was gross.

One night, you caught him burying his face into it, inhaling deeply like some freak scenting a mate.

“What the hell are you doing?” you demanded.

Juan Carlos looked up, completely unapologetic. “Making sure no one else tries to claim you.”

You stared. “Who, exactly, would be ‘claiming’ me in my own apartment?”

“You never know.”

“Juan Carlos.”

He shrugged, flopping back onto your bed like he lived there. “Instinct.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You love me.”

You threw a pillow at his smug face.

4. The Time He Took ‘Pack Bonding’ Too Far

You were sick. Just a cold, nothing dramatic. But Juan Carlos?

You’d think you were on your deathbed.

The moment you so much as sniffled, he went into full wolf mode. You woke up to find him curled around you, his entire body wrapped around yours like a sentient weighted blanket.

“Too hot,” you mumbled, trying to shove him off.

“You need warmth. Helps healing.”

“You’re a furnace.”

“Exactly.”

That wasn’t even the worst part.

He groomed you.

Not, like, licking (thank God), but his hands were constantly in your hair, untangling knots, rubbing circles into your scalp. When you finally got up to brush your teeth, he followed you—leaning over your shoulder, making sure you didn’t keel over.

“You don’t have to guard me.”

“I do.”

“No, you really don’t.”

“You’re pack.”

You sighed, pressing your forehead to the sink. There was no arguing with him when he got like this.

At least the head rubs were nice.

5. The Time He Couldn’t Handle Small Talk

Juan Carlos was bad at human conversation. Not because he was shy—God no—but because he was too honest.

You took him to a casual get-together with your coworkers once. Just drinks. Just socializing. Big mistake.

Someone made small talk, asking him where he was from.

His response? “Born in the woods. Raised by wolves. Killed my first deer at seven.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

You nearly spat out your drink.

He was completely unbothered, sipping his beer like he hadn’t just admitted to being a feral child.

“…Man, you’re hilarious,” your coworker finally said with a nervous laugh.

Juan Carlos just blinked. “I wasn’t joking.”

You had to drag him away before he could elaborate on the specifics of his first kill.

+1 The Time He Almost Got It Right

It was a normal night. Just the two of you, curled up on the couch, watching some terrible movie neither of you were really paying attention to.

Juan Carlos wasn’t being weird for once. He wasn’t marking his territory, or threatening the neighbors, or traumatizing the local delivery guys.

He was just there, pressed against your side, warm and solid.

It was… nice.

“See?” you murmured, nudging him playfully. “You can be normal.”

Juan Carlos let out a soft, content hum. “I guess. But normal’s boring.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. He had a point.

Besides, you wouldn’t trade him for anything.

Not even for a normal life.

a/n: erm I’m writing again or something

[sentinelsthiccass]

So. The seeker trine designs I did (or at least their heads for now lol) are for my own transformers continuity, Transformers: Dusk to Dawn. I will likely make a separate blog for it, but let me spill some basic info. If you don't want any spoilers and want to go into it completely blind when I start writing, stop reading here.

1. Megatronus, Prima, Sentinel, and Orion/Optimus are the four good primes while the rest were manipulated and corrupted by Lord Quintus, possibly some shadowplay involved.

2. D-16 also becomes Megatron slowly through shadowplay. He takes up the name Megatron out of wanting to steal Megatronus's name, wanting to become the better version of his former idol, while also still being an individual.

3. Optic color has nothing to do with faction and varies greatly, hence why the seekers still have reddish sort of optics despite being Autobots.

4. That's right, in this continuity, the seeker trine are Autobots due to their loyalty to Megatronus Prime while Soundwave and Shockwave still end up on the side of the Decepticons. That doesn't mean that the trine doesn't still get up to shenanigans. Starscream and Skywarp are still gremlins who need to be reigned in by Thundercracker a lot.

5. Sunstorm, Slipstream, and Stormquake (OC) are clones Soundwave and Shockwave made of the seeker trine to be on the side of the Decepticons. They refuse to admit it, but they secretly miss them. Sunstorm is the Starscream clone, Slipstream is the Skywarp clone, and Stormquake is the Thundercracker clone.

6. B-127/Bumblebee is technically an Autobot, but doesn't really fight due to not wanting to face what D-16/Megatron has become (he became quite close with him in this continuity), so he ends up staying in the medbay as Ratchet's little assistant. His brother C-63, aka Cliffjumper, never really liked D-16/Megatron and was jealous of the bond he and B-127 had previously formed, so he's more eager to get out into battle and square up.

[seeyouonsaturn]

Let me tell you about Galatea

Thanks @mega-byte for asking about her and motivating me to finally type it all out. I've been wanting to do it for months. Seriously I made her in November.

HEEHEE okay so

Galatea is originally a TFA oc, but then I watched TFP and it just worked so well that I HAD to give her a TFP version too. And since Rescue Bots takes place in the same universe it now works even better.

I technically have art of her but it came out so so bad and I've been meaning to re-do it for months. Galatea is large and white, with a few pale purple details (her TFA version is either a white van or a camper), with purple optics in her TFA form and a screen-face in TFP. She talks with a rather monotone AI-voice.

You can have this. I don't want to talk about the rest of it lmao

Let's start with TFA because that's the original. In the first season especially, the humans celebrate the Autobots as great heroes, even when the danger they protect the city from is only there because of them. Like Starscream attacking in the very beginning. Somehow nobody acknowledges that that would not have happened without the Autobots being present in the first place (they sort of start to in later seasons but still, nobody is even remotely serious enough about it).

Enter Alexander Spanos, a local inventor and cartoon villain™. He sees the Autobots as the reason for all the disasters that keep happening and is convinced they are the real enemy, so he devises a weapon to meet them at their own level: his own self-made "transformer", based on Cybertronians but fully human-made and operated with an advanced AI-system. He names her Galatea, after the statue-turned-human from greek myth. Alex calls himself her father, and develops a bit of a god complex about having essentially created life.

Then, through magic key shenanigans or whatever, Galatea develops sentience. She begins to question her father's ideals - he programmed her to "protect humanity", but the Autobots are protecting humanity as well, so why is she told to consider them the enemy? It does not make sense. Alex continues to manipulate her into working for him, making her believe she's doing the right thing, and since he is her father and creator, she initially believes that surely he knows best, but eventually the illusion crumbles. [I have it play out as a funny "slightly insane-evil scientist and his very sweet rebellious teenage daughter" thing, but the more you think about it, the more fucked up it gets]

She finally stands up to him, and then shit goes down because he decides to take her offline, since she's now a "broken machine" to him - despite calling himself her father, he never truly saw her as a person. The Autobots manage to stop him and save the day, and adopt Galatea as one of their own. She has a lot to learn about being alive, and will definitely face a lot of discrimination back on Cybertron for not being a "real" bot, but she'll find her place eventually.

Now, onto her TFP version. I wasn't even thinking about adding her there, until that one episode happens in which M.E.C.H essentially do the exact same thing when they clone Optimus. So. Holy fuck Galatea canon?

In TFP, Galatea is a MECH-made bot, and though there's no magic key in this verse, her AI just gains sentience on its own because this is a cartoon and I can do what I want. Alex is also a good guy in this, because we already have a villain in Cylas. TFP!Alex is one of the MECH scientists developing her, and gets attached to her (referencing him being her father). He's the one to recognize that she is more than a machine, and eventually helps her escape MECH, probably giving his own life for her freedom (I haven't hashed out the details, but Cylas would not let him live).

And even aside from that, TFP!Galatea is a lot darker than her counterpart.

Because, where did MECH get the blueprints for a Cybertronian's inner workings? Breakdown's corpse. Cylas may have gotten the outer armor, but Galatea was built with the inner parts, including a reset processor and spark chamber. And it affects her.

Breakdown is dead. Galatea is 100% her own person. But sometimes, there's just a ghost of him, like a sense of deja-vu. She recognizes places she's never been to, knows things she has no way of knowing. She can read and speak Cybertronian despite not being programmed to. It gets real bad once Knockout changes sides and has to interact with her, because even though they've never met, she can't get over the innate sense that she knows him. And unfortunately she was also built using Breakdown's frame as a base, so to Knockout it's just incredibly uncanny and uncomfortable, especially because somehow Galatea just knows little details about him that he's certain he's never told her about.

Have some screenshots of when I was developing her because that's easier than writing it down again;

I don't think I want to ship them because that would just feel far too weird (I considered it initially but it feels so wrong). But they are family. In a way. She grows on him. My friend called her his daughter and yeah that feels about right.

Now, what prompted all this, is that I was informed that Rescue Bots takes place in the same universe as TFP, at roughly the same time. Which means that there is a very good chance that Optimus would send Galatea to Griffin Rock, so she could train there and learn to be a person, without having to deal with Decepticon attacks on a regular basis, because she's not ready for that.

And literally as I was talking about this with a friend, this episode happened. Which is. Hm. Why does it look like baby Galatea.

And since the robo-baby never shows up again after its one episode (correct me if I'm wrong) I have decided to yoink it. My baby now. New oc. There's a good chance its AI could develop independence too, especially if Doc Greene updates it with some Galatea-based tech, which, let's be real, he wouldn't even hesitate. And so, Galatea adopts a child. I haven't seen Rescue Bots Academy, but the idea of the baby becoming a member once its older intrigues me a lot too.

Only problem is that now I gotta name the damn thing.

[k-evans-reads]

What AU!'s have you two written and what are some that if you had unlimited time and creative energy would you want to write?

AU's we've written:

Air Force Captain!Chris x Princess - The Spare (Modern Royalty)

Firefighter!Chris x Baker OC - Playing With Fire

Baseball Player!Chris x Waitress OC - On Deck

Prince!Chris x Arranged Marriage Princess OC - The Outsider

Police Officer!Chris x Barista OC - Make It To Me (this is like old old old and one of the first things I wrote back before I had 🌯 with me)

✨: Honestly AU's are kind of the only thing that interest me anymore because you're creating all your own characters which I love! It allows for so much more creativity.

Doing this more modern royal!au The Spare is one I've wanted to do for so long + including air force captain!Chris because hello, hot. So this honestly is like my passion project also because I think this plot is genuinely so strong and has a lot of twists and turns that will surprise people.

Lumberjack!Chris x preschool teacher is another one I used to have in the back of my mind and had a loose plot for. I just always thought that would be a really really cute dynamic

Another one I actually started writing was outgoing handyman!Chris and a shy bookstore owner.

I also once wrote a shorter story years ago that was Steve Rogers or maybe it was Chris, I honestly don't fully remember, I think it was Chris actually and he was a shy Disney animator and an outgoing new animator basically adopts him (which is kind of what inspired In Living Color) but that one was one I always kind of wanted to rewrite because I thought the flipping of him being shy was fun.

We did do a Firefighter!Chris story but I also thought that doing him as a firefighter and her as a paramedic would be so cute.

Then lastly my other idea was originally the Baseball!AU was a much different idea where he was the coach of a little league team and the OC (I remember I named her Teddy) had a nephew on the team. I don't think it was planned beyond that but it ended up transforming into On Deck.

🌯: I honestly probably would’ve loved doing another athlete AU! Hockey is a sport I grew up around (being from a big hockey area, having family play it, and I go to a few pro games every year at least!) but I never had a plot for it.

If we had unlimited time, honestly I would write anything. We technically did a baker AU in Firefighter!Chris with the OFC, but it would’ve been SO much fun to expand on it.

AUs are just so much more fun to write. They’re really freeing and you’re not restricted by timelines or real life events in any way. Those were always the biggest gripes - trying to keep it realistic and true to the real world events. It’s nice to have total control!!!

We loved this ask!!

[quantum-mechan1c]

Worm OCs Introduction and Masterpost

so because I have worms in my brain (ha) i keep coming up with new powersets and associated characters, mostly based off of myself and / or people in my life. Thus this is the Wormsona collection. New characters will be added as they spawn from my brain & i find time to do their writeups. If you know me in real life have fun trying to guess who's who lmao

Also some of these are collaborations with @rhinestonebabe, which will be noted whenever they're used. probably not a big deal but worth mentioning.

If you want to post or draw these guys go nuts, just tag and credit me and / or @rhinestonebabe. (not that i think this is likely but it'd be cool if it did happen)

All power ratings are speculative and fairly baseless. if any wormheads out there wanna argue about what the ratings should be, go nuts.

Playboy

Description

she / her, mid 20's. Brunette with short hair. Technically a trans woman, though mostly only her teammates ( on some protectorate team, probably. maybe vegas?) know that. Due to prolonged exposure to Apex's field, the ordinarily temporary transformation stuck, and her body is now permanently female. This is also where the ears and tail that most people assume are part of her costume come from, as well as her somewhat cartoonish proportions. Her costume is literally just the Playboy bunny girl outfit. If she works out of Vegas, this might literally be a sponsorship deal.

Powers

Mover 5 / Thinker 4. Enhanced strength and durability in her arms and legs grants rabbit-like bursts of speed and general mobility. Could jump onto the roof of a typical suburban home from a standstill and keep pace with a slow-ish car, maybe 30-35 mph. Superhuman for sure, but sustained speed isn't really her thing. In quick bursts from point to point, she can move faster than the eye can track.

The thinker rating comes from her danger sense. Her shard constantly monitors incoming attacks, and hijacks her nervous system to force her to move out of the way. The shard is precognitive by up to 3 seconds, but tends not to move her out of the way until the last possible moment

Unfortunately for her, the shard is very jumpy (pun intended), and tends to interpret a lot of banal physical contact as an attack, including but not limited to high-fives, penetrative sex, and hugs. She has been known to (unintentionally) escape emotionally charged conversations by jumping straight vertically indoors and getting stuck in the ceiling. Physically incapable of meeting Oblivion's eyes. These reflexes can be suppressed through great effort, albeit inconsistently.

Her danger sense is why she can get away with the bunny suit -- she doesn't need armor when it's almost impossible to land a hit on her in a straight fight, unless the opponent has webs or an aoe or something else that can counter super high mobility and auto-dodge. This makes her extremely annoying to fight, which she takes great pleasure in.

Typically she plays a recon role, and tries not to get in too many one on one fights, since if she does get hit in her core shes basically just a girl in a Halloween costume. When she does fight, it tends to be hit-and-run while a teammate provides cover. Her drop-kicks can deliver an incredible amount of energy, since her legs and feet are damn near invulnerable, but it's hard for her to keep up a sustained assault.

[nonbinaryriverclan]

Imma go to bed soon but I wanna hear about the OCS you said you could yap about!

I'll read it in the morning if I don't get the chance to now :3

mrrrw!!! ^_^

alright I have toooooo many OCs but I have two that are really developed due to being both pretty old and me being obsessed with them recently for like a month straight

one of them is. Kinda depressing and would require a boatload of cws so I’ll ramble about the other one

So! Ember :3

cws: Fire, brief mention of experimentation, abuse, religion being portrayed in a bad light, death, immortality

So! Her basic backstory is that there were two entities fused into one by Arceus (yes, Arceus Pokémon).

One was a random Fennekin named Ember who ran away from an abusive household. I haven’t quite worked out much about this Fennekin but it’s not too important.

The other was a fennec fox with mysterious powers. These powers allowed it shapeshift and also gave it what was essentially immortality. This fennec fox was known as “Ember” to those who talked with it, but the fennec fox prefers to be nameless. It could only die if it was killed, but if it was killed, only the form it was transformed in would die, and she would return in a different form. However, it would no longer be able to transform into that form. This was easily circumvented by simply making a similar form with a slight difference (past me said you would literally only need to be able to change a single hair), but if it didn’t have any forms of that specific species saved after being killed, it would no longer be able to shapeshift into that species.

These shapeshifting rules and immortality apply to every Ember btw. I’ll explain what that means a bit later

Arceus saw this fennec fox as a threat to himself and his power. This Arceus is a self-centered god and does not care about the wellbeing of others.

So he ordered DD (magic serpent with the ability to create portals to other universes) to bring Ember to him. DD misunderstood and accidentally brought the wrong Ember (the Fennekin). DD got reprimanded and told to bring the correct Ember, which he did.

Arceus realized he can’t simply let this Fennekin go. She’s been in the presence of Arceus himself, and only a tail-length away from touching the multiverse.

And this fennec fox was awfully stubborn. It would not cooperate at all with what Arceus wanted and refused to acknowledge him with the respect Arceus felt he deserved.

So he decided to fuse the Fennekin and the fennec fox together.

Arceus was hoping that this would weaken the stubborn fennec fox’s will and make it much more “convenient” for Arceus. This would also give Arceus a small amount of power over them, as this was technically a new entity and Arceus was a god.

And thus, Ember was born.

^ that’s what her “base” form looks like. though the eyes would probably be orangey-yellow and green at this time.

Same general shapeshifting abilities as the fennec fox, however, now no matter what form Ember is in, she can create and control fire.

She also gained the ability to sort of split herself into multiple versions of herself existing at the same time.

Oh I forgot to mention. This is a power that originated from the fennec fox but she can speak + understand any language ever.

Arceus ordered her to watch other universes and sort of act as a spy, hiding away from everyone. For some reason Arceus also forbade her from making friends.

There’s some kind of hivemind thing going on? Basically every Ember can communicate with each other telepathically.

Due to these Embers existing separately for sometimes thousands of years, they would start to develop their own personalities seperate from the base Ember they originated.

Cue a years’ worth of rp with some online friends that I won’t mention due to it being complicated and I’m not sure how much I can mention without asking the others for permission. And also because it’s 1 am sjsjsjs

Some Embers:

Volcano - dragon. No backstory. She’s known for being kind and sympathetic, perhaps to a fault.

Firefly - A SilkWing with some HiveWing ancestry. Anxious and tries to make herself as scarce as possible due to trauma from HiveWings. (Wings of Fire universe if none of this made to you)

Nameless fennec fox - still exists within their minds, but not even Arc knows if it currently exists physically. It rarely, if every, talks with the other Embers.

And the one I was most recently obsessed with:

Fireberry, also known as F.B., who is known for being quite irritable and very blunt. She is a ShadowClan healer. (Warrior cats oc) She, unlike many Embers, was born within ShadowClan. She spent much of her life trying to communicate with T StarClan (warrior cats religion). She never was able to reach them, which made her a bit desperate and sad. She could only reach this mysterious entity made of blinding white light. (Arceus. It’s Arceus.) None of the other healers knew what Fireberry was talking about, so she felt like she was weird and broken. One day, one of the Embers tried to talk with Fireberry in a dream. Explain to FB her origin, what Ember was, and what that meant. Fireberry rejected this heavily. She was her own cat, not merely one of the millions of clones of this one… fox. She didn’t even particularly like foxes! One day, however, tragedy struck. Fireberry discovered that her fire abilities were in fact real in perhaps the worst way possible. A fire ravaged the ShadowClan camp, and ShadowClan was forced to evacuate. I haven’t decided if she dies here yet. She might. Ever since then, she’s resented the other Embers and hated fire. She is begrudgingly learning to live with then now, however.

There is so much more I can talk about that I haven’t elaborated on (Ember clones. Fireberry yuri. DD. Literally the entire plotline I was working on recently involving species dysphoria and being trapped.) buuuuut it’s 1:42 am and I need to sleep.

[superbecky]

Charlie the Chinchilla and Ezra The Wisp

Character Description

Charlie's parents had suddenly gone missing not that long ago. Because of this tragedy, Charlie was now living with his aunt (whom he and his parents never got along with). Charlie just couldn't accept this idea and out of fear he ran away.

It was a dark and rainy night. While on the run Charlie stumbled across a tear-drop shaped creature that was being relentlessly attacked by badniks. Though the situation was scary and Charlie wanted to just run away from it, he felt deep down that he needed to try to help, so he rushed in to try to save this creature. This did not go too well though as Charlie himself had nothing to defend himself with and too was badly hurt by the badniks. Right when it seemed like the two of them were done for, suddenly the creature let Charlie absorb itself and then together they transformed into a powerful, liquid creature. The two of them then bashed the badniks enough to be able to flee. After finding somewhere to hide, Charlie and the creature then separated back to their original forms. They formed a bond that night and since then have been glued to each other, viewing one another as siblings.

The morning after the that fight, Bera, along with Blush and Landon came across the two who were found sleeping in a bush. After being carried over to the "Misfitz hideout", Charlie later on explained all that had happened. Bera insisted that Charlie, and the what was assumed to be a wisp, would stay with the group and be part of "Team Misfitz".

Character Traits (Charlie)

Loves to be pampered

Shy

Cowardly, but can be brave when needed

Has a fear of being left alone (doesn't like to be alone)

Curious

Caring

Very floofy

Character Traits (Ezra)

Loves being with Charlie and is very protective of him

Has a fear of lightning and electricity (worried of being zapped by it)

Adaptable

Caring

Cowardly, but can be brave when needed

Untrusting to most people

Fun Facts (Charlie + Ezra)

The Wisp (later named Ezra) is a unique wisp in that it is found out later on that Ezra was the result of a cruel science experiment and is the only turquoise wisp to exist.

Both Charlie and Ezra are on the younger side (Charlie is 7 years old)

Charlie loves veggie burritos

He/Him (Charlie) She/Her (Ezra)

Charlie uses a chewable necklace (silicone) for stimming/stress relief

Ezra's color power (Turquoise Liquid) lets Charlie transform... into a liquid! This makes it so that they can hide easily, squeeze into small or hollow areas and move around quickly. The blunt force that can come from being a strong liquid also helps with fighting!

Charlie can jump and climb rather well

Charlie and Ezra enjoy playing together and are always with one another

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Finally here is the last sonic ocs I have created! (At least for now cause I technically have 1-2 more in mind but ehh...)

Designing these two was rather tricky. If it wasn't me going through the 100th color variation of Charlie, then it was me trying to just figure out how Ezra worked. There is plenty of Sonic lore that is still new to me, and so while I was making Ezra I was like "Does this make sense? How do wisps work? If I make a new wisp type(?) is that breaking canon or what?". I am happy with how it all turned out though! : D

Honestly I was surprised there isn't a wisp that has liquid related powers? Like ok you have sonic turning into a rocket, a drill, and a freaking cube but nothing liquid related??? I guess... maybe its cause of Sonic's history with water idk xD

Also yes the wisp has eyelashes idc let her slay~ ✨

(Thanks to midnight3wonder for the height chart template!)

✨Please do not re-post or use my work in any way without my permission! Re-blogging is ok. Reblogging helps me out! :D!✨

[braveclementine]

Chapter 19

Warnings: 18+ readers only, angst, somewhat suicidal thoughts

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

LOKI WASN'T DRUNK. HE HADN'T BEEN drunk the entire time, but he'd pretended because it gave him the advantage to be alert when they didn't think he was.

The first time he had laid his eyes upon Y/N's sister, his first and immediate thought had been one he had to banish immediately. But that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on her.

He wasn't technically a second, but he'd grown up under the guise of being a second child. So he knew the favoritism that Y/N had received versus the way Elizabeth must have been treated. But he didn't realize it would carry on to soulmates.

He watched Tony, Stephen, Steve, and James give everything to Y/N and almost nothing to Elizabeth, not even scraps. And even the bird had stopped paying attention to her, now that the strippers were in front of him.

He wished he could've approached her, he almost had when the piece of human filth had approached her.

He could almost sense her loneliness, but didn't dare do anything more than look at Hogun and wish that he hadn't gotten the idiot drunk.

And then the next time he'd looked, Elizabeth had been gone. He hadn't really thought there was anything to be worried about, but he couldn't help but feel that something was wrong.

That she was supposed to be sitting there at that table.

Alone.

So he'd stood up. He'd gone downstairs and searched the larger part of the club for her, and had even stepped out front to see if she was sitting on the benches. He'd even transformed into a girl so that he could search the dingy women's bathroom.

But there was nothing.

And so he'd finally stepped out to the parking lot and he couldn't see her either. He wondered if maybe she'd decided to walk home, or maybe she'd asked Happy to drive her back to the tower. Happys car wasn't out here either.

He turned to go back into the building. Maybe he'd missed her when he was searching one of the rooms. A glint of familiar metal caught his eye and he turned to stare at the two knives that had been dumped into the bush.

He snapped his fingers, making the broken light above the building light up to life, illuminating the sidewalk and bush. The knives he'd given Elizabeth were there, one clean, one covered in red blood. Now that he could see, the sidewalk also had large splotches of blood.

His knives. He picked them up. Their names- Skjønnhet and Nåde- engraved onto the Asgaridian blades. He couldn't help but sign them. Beauty and Grace. The first words that had come to his mind when he thought about Elizabeth.

Blood ran down thickly, surrounding the jewels and leaking off the handle onto his fingers. The blood was fresh.

He thought almost for a moment of going back into the club, telling them, but it would do no good. They were drunk as skunks and couldn't contribute anything useful in this state.

Rhodey.

He transported himself back to Avengers tower, straight into the living room. To his luck, Rhodey had been there, a single beaker of bourbon there, mostly untouched. Rhodey himself had been to immersed in the mystery novel he'd been reading to drink anything. But he did jump when Loki appeared.

"Loki! What the hell man!"

"Please tell me she's here." Loki said, ignoring him.

"Who?" Rhodey asked, looking at the knives in Lokis' hands and then immediately setting the books aside. "Whose hurt? Wanda, Nat-"

"Elizabeth. I gave these to Elizabeth." Loki said. "I stopped watching her for two minutes and she was gone. I went looking for her and these were all I could find."

"And you didn't tell the others?" Rhodey asked in a cautionary voice that really already told Loki that Rhodey knew why Loki hadn't told the others.

"All of them are drunk." Loki sighed. "Admittedly, Hogun and Thor were my fault, I spiked their drinks, but the others were on their own."

Rhodey sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Elizabeth hasn't come back, no."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., I need you to track down Elizabeth now. Start at the strip club Stark took us too." Loki commanded.

"I can show you video feed, but you will have to be in Mr. Starks lab." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said. "Of which only Mr. Rhodes has access to out of the two of you."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., its an emergency. Elizabeth is missing and we're the only ones that can help her. Can't you override your securities just this once?" Rhodey asked, already moving for the elevators.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. was silent the entire time they were in the elevator and Loki's hand clenched around the knife. He loosened his grip in order to not cut himself and tamper the blood.

The elevator doors opened up and the lab was in front of them as they walked down the hallway.

And then F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke. "Alright Mr. Rhodes. Clearances have been overridden. Mr. Laufeyson is now allowed in Mr. Stark's lab. I've already pulled up CTV footage from outside the strip club. It's waiting for you. If you drop the blood into a vial on Mr. Banner's desk, I can scan the DNA."

"Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y." Rhodey said as he pushed the doors open. "Somehow, someway, I owe you one."

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ELIZABETH SURVEYED THE CELL THAT she was sitting in. There was a urinal in the corner and a water fountain next to it. The outer rim of both metal appliances were rimmed with orangey-brown rust. She had woken up on a bed, the mattress underneath her hard, but not uncomfortable. There had been a heavy comforter in the same desolate gray colour that had provided warmth. There was no window. There was a single heavy iron door with no holes.

That was it.

She could hear machinery noises, whirring, humming, sometimes banging or whistling. There were no people from the sounds of it, or animals.

She was wearing the same thing from last night, though she was barefoot and both of her knives were gone.

Loki's knives.

She wondered if she'd killed the Korean man that had drugged her. She must not have, if she was here. Otherwise someone would've found her.

Or would they have?

Maybe she waited a long time on the sidewalk until backup for this place came. She wondered how long she waited.

Probably a while.

She touched her shoulder where the tattoo still was filled with colour for Steve.

It wasn't like they cared about her.

Not even Sam.

She sighed and then went still as there was a terrible screeching noise, like a bolt being turned in a lock and her door was swung open on squeaky hinges.

The man standing there was tall and dark, with a snake tattoo curling around his shoulders. The colours were faded, as though he'd once had a soulmate and they'd died.

"Let's go." He commanded.

She stood, figuring it would be a waste not to, and followed him out of the cell.

The floor beneath her bare feet was freezing cold, sending goosebumps all the way up her bare legs. The man led her through a series of winding hallways, down long corridors, and even up a couple of flights of stairs before she was brought to a large room that was a tastefully decorate office.

The man sitting behind the desk was good looking, she supposed. Fair hair and green eyes. Light skin, thin, and fit. He wore a suit and there were no visible soulmate marks.

"Hello Miss Y/L/N." He said. Everything in the room was made of a light brown oak wood. Books shoved haphazardly on the shelves, maps and drawings posted to the backboard behind his chair. Notes littered his desk. "Please, have a seat."

She sat in the chair, staring at the man. He was eyeing her with a look of intelligence and so she asked, "You're TYPHON?"

"You know the name?"

"My sister was talking with Natasha about you. You're trying to give people powers. Or that's what you're spoken goal is. I doubt you'd actually give power if you could." She said.

"I suppose you're right on most fronts." He agreed. "I suppose you're wondering why you're here."

"Not really. I'm guessing it's because I've got a couple of Avengers for soulmates." She stated.

He smirked. "For the most part, though we're only interested in one."

"Which one?"

"Steve Rogers."

"And you're using me to get to him?" Elizabeth asked, feeling the irony weigh in.

"Exactly."

Elizabeth smiled and then began to laugh. She laughed so hard that she was hysterical and she laughed so hard that she was crying. All the time, the man stared at her with fascination and a bit of confusion.

"What is so funny?" He finally asked.

Elizabeth wiped her eyes, feeling more melancholy than the laughter entertained. "It's just my luck. The one Avenger you want is the last one that would come for me."

"He's your soulmate."

"He rejected me. He doesn't want me."

The astonishment on his face was worth the words. He looked so taken aback, he looked so shock that he actually sputtered his next words out, "B-but he's Captain America!"

Elizabeth's smile was bitter. "I suppose you'll kill me now that you know I'm useless?"

"Did any of them accept you?" He asked, trying to take in her soulmarks.

Elizabeth was quiet for a moment, thinking. "No. None of them. The one that did accept me isn't an Avenger. They didn't want me."

The man sat back heavily in his chair, putting his fingers to his forehead and then opened his eyes. "You could be lying."

"You can check my soulmarks if you want." Elizabeth shrugged. "They're all on my shoulders and arms. Black and white even though I've known them for almost two months now. The only one coloured is the one that isn't an Avenger. And Steve Rogers' is still coloured because he never touched me."

"Bloody fucking hell." The man groaned. "I thought they doted on their soulmate."

"That's my sister." Elizabeth said before she could stop herself, biting her tongue at the bitter tone. At least it was her here and not her sister. If her sister had been here and been killed, they would've been heart broken. At least this way, the only person hurt by her death was Hogun and her father.

"Damn." The man sighed.

"So, can you just kill me quickly?" Elizabeth asked softly. "And preferably painlessly? Send the coffin back to the Tower so that my father can bury me under the apple trees?"

The man stared at her curiously. "You're not afraid of death?"

"I'm terrified." Elizabeth said, a tear falling down her face. "But this is what I know is going to happen. It always happens this way. I'm no use to you, so you'll kill me."

The man stared at her for a moment. Then he stuck his hand out over the desk. "I'm Virtus Auctor. I think we have something we should discuss."

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"WHAT?" TONY ASKED SLOWLY AS THE crowd of newly awakened Avengers sat in the living room. Most of them had already doused medicine created by Bruce for hangovers. Fury was already alert, eyes narrowed as Rhodey and Loki explained the entire situation.

"I don't understand." You said softly, rubbing your temples. You swore it was the last time you got drunk. "How did they get her?"

Loki turned, letting the video play. Elizabeth burst through the door and into the forest. You couldn't hear anything, but she had curled into a ball and Wanda put a hand over her face. Then there was the man and she had walked back. He had snuck up on her and she must've heard him, because she had turned to him. He stuck her with a needle. She stuck him with a knife. They both fell and two other people rushed out and dragged both of them in a black van.

"Why'd she leave?" Sam asked.

"Her claustrophobia." Wanda said.

"She has claustrophobia?" You asked in surprise. "I didn't know that."

"I don't think anyone but me did." Wanda said. "It doesn't seem like something she advertises."

"It wasn't something she had to deal with until she came here." Hogun said. Out of everyone, he was the one who looked the worst. The colour had been drained from him face and he looked tense and sick. "Not on the farm where everything was open. She hates this city, but she would never have told any of you that. Mostly because none of you talk to her for her to tell you that."

"How do you know she hates the city?" Tony asked defensively.

"Because me and her were going to leave for the farm today." Hogun replied. "She asked me yesterday in the car if we could go back to the farm. She was homesick and everything about the city makes her feel terrible."

"She should have said something." You replied irritably. Why hadn't she said anything? You always made sure people knew if you liked or didn't like something. God knows you'd complained about the farm a thousand times to your father and mothers' faces.

"Who took her?" Nat asked.

"TYPHON, who else?" Loki said.

"They clearly took her because of you guys." Wanda said, motioning to Tony, Stephen, Steve, Bucky, and Sam. "They'll want you to guys to show up and save her."

"But they won't." Loki said lightly and Rhodey shot him a warning look. Loki ignored it. "They don't care."

"I care abo-" Sam started angrily.

"Yes, I saw how much you cared when you were eyeing the strippers last night." Loki replied coolly, glaring at him.

Sam snapped his jaw shut, flush flying to his cheeks.

Steve crossed his arms and said. "Well, it doesn't matter. It's our job to find her and bring her back safely-"

"Says the guy who hasn't even touched her once." Rhodey muttered under his breath.

"What I choose to do with my soulmate is completely unrelated to this. This is a kidnapping mission and we'll follow through with making sure we bring her home." Steve snapped back.

The tension was to much. It was making you dizzy.

"Look, Wanda is right." Clint said with a shrug. "They took her to get to you guys. So you lot are going to have to sit it out."

"Which they'll have no problem doing." Loki said.

"Are you purposely trying to goad them into a fight?" You snapped at Loki. "Just find my fucking sister alright? All of you! I don't care if you've rejected her bond or accepted it or whatever. I want my sister back. Now!"

Your eyes were brimmed with tears and you glared at all of them. Then you brushed past the lot of them, smacking Steve's hand out of the way as you headed for the elevator. Yes, your soulmates were yours.

But your sister was family.

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[auntie-browning]

✏ again :3

Send ✏ (or "PENCIL") for mun to write about a muse they thought about trying to roleplay or one they are already roleplaying outside Tumblr RPC.

||: The next muse I want to showcase is going to be an OC. I know that OCs aren’t exactly special by all manners of speaking but I did want to try a different ethos with them. Mostly the idea of a transformative muse that can be collaborative effort for both myself and maybe you who are reading this. It’s a bit much but humor me by following me down.

Before them stood another door beside the last one that had been broken through thanks to the efforts of a certain pink haired leviathan. Opening it (as one should…) reveals a winding staircase of impossible proportions. It’s ending couldn’t be seen anywhere in sight. However, the distance wasn’t all too far. At the end of the path presented a lab like plane, floating in the expanse of the unformed realm of idea.

||: Forgive me a bit, I’m a little paranoid when it comes to showing the things I so I don’t exactly want to show everything yet. Thus, I won’t be showing you the actual muse I had in mind…but two beta versions of them.

||: Meet ∃ or There-Exists if you’re not too familiar with proofs. They’re the prototype digital consciousness testbed I’m still fiddling with. ∃, greet these fair people.

“Greetings, my designation is ∃. I am currently a prototype for a much larger system. With time, I hope to assist USER:TOWER with the creation of this project.”

||: Not much of a talker, I know. It’s a bit of a basic algorithm currently. With time I hope to perfect it and maybe get a precise tune on how mechanical the main muse should be. Considering that the main muse will be a relatively flexible for how others would want them to be, I like to start with a baseline of inhuman before moving into granting them a personality.

||: Now, an AI is pretty bog-standard kind of character considering Browning is also technically an AI as well. So, what gives? We’ll, I’ll direct you to the other prototype I have around. Its designation is ¬∃! which I’ll let you all figure out what that means.

Before them now stood a container filled to the brim with a metallic substance similar to the property of the element Mercury. When moved, it ripples around, diffracting any reflection of light around. Inevitably, it returns to a state of balance once more.

||: Liquid metal, memetic poly-alloy, grey goo…nanomachines, son…The label doesn’t exactly matter so much that this will be what their body will be composed of. The composition since their inception was of a new generation of “smart armors” similar to the US Army’s ill-fated Land Warrior and Future Force Warrior programs…if a little more fantastical. However, the project would go a little off the rails and well…the creation would be a mechanical life from that would be capable of acting with semi-independence within the battlespace.

||: I could go more in depth about the certain background lore explanations for these kinds of things but I feel like when I do make the blog for them, I will have it published there for others to read. The meta reason for this is mostly because: A) I think its cool and B) this body will actually help with molding the character into a specific narrative angle if one wants to exploit that. From supernatural fluff to actual terror inducing horrors beyond our comprehension. Very flexible…and to be honest, this OC was created for that express interest. Having a flexible muse to play different roles with ease.

||: Once I do start actually pouring my heart and soul into them then I can give more concrete ideas and rules to govern how they should operate. Until then, I hope you enjoyed kind of reading through this little ramble.

||:Now go on, shoo! I have things to do!

[mariii-the-shapeshifter]

Who gives the best hugs out of all your Fell's Monster ocs?

Mmmmmmm okay so Marii is capable of hugging fifty people at a time if she gets big enough. It's not technically cheating, but not everyone has an extra form to hug with. Not that she cares. Her hugs are nice, but rare, so people often keep her there longer than she'd like to savor the moment.

Miranda's also a good contender, even with only one extra form, 'cause who doesn't want to cuddle a giant dog girl? Transformed or not, her hugs are super warm and cozy, filled with almost too much love.

Morgan gives like,, strategic hugs? Like they practiced it beforehand to make sure they did it correctly, which is a completely normal thing to do. They feel fine, just clearly premeditated.

Evelyn has a lot of arms, but they aren't particularly comfortable. Her fuzz is a little coarse, and it wouldn't be easy for her to balance anyway, so realistically, she's doing a basic two-arm hug. They aren't bad, but she's a tight hugger.

Collin hugs like he needs it rather than you, since he's so cold. He'll hug as long and as tight as possible to savor the warmth. He's great at making you feel wanted.

Odds are, Ezra isn't going to hug you despite the fact that it'd feel super good. He's frightened of crushing you, and frightened that you're frightened of him crushing you, even if you aren't. He'd rather spare you and him both the anxiety and leave you be.

Antonio hasn't done more than a side-hug in about a decade, and none of them were sincere. They feel like contempt, and they're always cold, which he will tell you is because of stress, but it's because he doesn't like you

Alice's hugs are so awkward. She's trying her best, but doesn't know what she's doing. They're warmer than Antonio's, but she's clearly out of her element since no one comes to her for comfort.

Edit: I realize I didn't cone up with a winner.. Idk. What sounds more appealing to you?

[cerise-tears]

a cry for help; some short stories about the viktor rework

part i: siphon power

While at this point the horse has been thoroughly suffocated under a mountain of quote tweets, the sentiment that what we call fandom was pronounced dead anywhere between 2-5 years ago is not without its merits. When the pandemic happened, an increasingly corporate internet spontaneously ballooned with souls desperate to escape the horrors of mundanity. This new blood, unaware of the decades of internet culture built through both trial-and-error and dedicated enthusiasts, beheld what they perceived to be an-all-expenses paid trip to the coolest theme park of their lives. Not even considering that the internet might even have an etiquette, enough of these souls set about “reinventing the wheel” that their resulting contraption only rolled in the most technical of sense. Parasociality has reached radioactive levels. A greediness permeates the air as the fresh folks fail to realize that they need to take responsibility for creating the content they wish to see. And nobody will comment on my fucking fanfiction.

I don’t want to look at the past with rose-tinted goggles, however, and I definitely mean this as more than just a means of establishing a cool point-counterpoint in my Tumblr essay. The internet as it once existed was a genuine den of sin: it is honestly unreal that something like Pedobear was ever an online household name. The internet has always been cystic to women, but back then spaces for those women functionally didn’t even exist. Let’s also not forget that a few people decided to talk about atheism over a decade ago on YouTube and now my husband and I are making thorough plans and kits in case we need to suddenly move. Worst of all, back then people didn’t care that I was literally thirteen years old when they said that my fanfiction was “fucking dogshit”.

These conversations about what the internet/fandom is, isn’t, shouldn’t be, all have this exponentially accelerating descent into the abyss of personal experience. The image of one’s favorite Pokémon game only depending on the year you were born comes to mind, and “culture” is such a nebulous concept that you can use it to argue for or against whatever the fuck you want. I’d rather talk about fandom in a manner that’s much easier for us to come to a consensus on: how much it appeals to me specifically.

part ii: gravity field

It is genuinely difficult to describe how much being a character enthusiast, be it of lore or gameplay, utterly obliterates your perception of that character from an “objective” standpoint. When you’re an enthusiast, it is because of an overwhelming number of things that you enjoy about that character. If you have changes that you’d like to make, those changes create a range over which you still consider that character, well, “that character”. Anything outside the range feels more than just a poor decision, it approaches complete assassination akin to weaponized gangrene. People coming in from the outside simply “don’t have the true perspective.”

This doesn’t make fan communities useless for feedback, mind you. I’d prefer the term “specialized”, which I feel is a much kinder way of saying “often useless”. Everybody’s faves are all OCs, and a fan community is just a set of OCs in temporary syzygy. Large online collectives are only as strong as their common enemy, and as soon as that common enemy becomes themselves, they transform into an ouroboros of raccoons. I find communities during revamps to be especially grating – like can’t you just shut the fuck up? The gameplay before the rework is usually forgettable at best; there’s no way we’re going to pretend that Dr. Mundo and Poppy were paragons of gameplay. And who the fuck even cares about lore? Yeah, it sucks to have your shit replaced, but those texts still exist. I did lose something in a rework with the Hearthstone Priest changes! My favorite class, that I loved and cherished, got forcibly mutated over the course of six months into some play to board garbage! I had to quit a game that I loved, that I was excellent at, because of the pathetic and selfish reason that I wasn’t having fun anymore. And you don’t hear me complaining!

part iii: death/hextech ray

I’ve done a faux pax in our current climate and properly tagged my post to the best of my ability (not high, I was a Newgrounds kid) so I’m going to assume that you already know Viktor’s general vibe. I’m also going to assume that we’re in agreement that the best version of Viktor is the one that you’re thinking of right now. As soon as you decided to read this, I knew in my heart that you had immaculate taste. It’s possible you’re upset that this means I secretly think somebody else’s less interesting, less cool looking, worse interactions with Jayce, worse-voiced Viktor is better than yours. I want to reassure you that this is not the case, and that I love your Viktor the most. I promise.

I’m not blind to the discourse, obviously. If I were an Arcane Viktor enjoyer, I’d point out that original Viktor suffers from needing a stronger Jayce character to match his complexities, and that Jayce not giving enough in that arena causes Viktor to suffer by association. If I were an original Viktor enjoyer, I’d retort by saying that Viktor’s defense mechanism of the glorious evolution in Arcane is far too literal and out of his control, stripping him of agency and making the most interesting things about him not him. But I can feel you getting anxious, my darling reader, and I’m going to reiterate: I don’t care about either of those guys. I don’t care about what was or what will be. I like your Viktor the most.

part iiii: the storm

This piece started out as a highly researched essay on league reworks and Arcane and Viktor and Jayce, and as time went on, I realized that even though I had something to say, had a genuine opinion, I just didn’t care enough about the whole situation. None of it mattered. Fandom bullshit had lost its luster to me again. Maybe it’s because I’m employed now. Maybe it’s because I’m not close enough to the situation.  Maybe it’s because my relationship to fandom is so personal, occasionally more so than my marriage, that I just imagine that everyone else is operating with the same logic. Am I supposed to be mad at you for how you decorate your room, what music you put on your playlists, what movies make you cry? I can’t imagine getting genuinely and consistently upset with other people for how they interact with their fictional dolls. I don’t know them at all. When I was thirteen I almost killed two people, and two years later I see a character in a video game doing the exact same fucking thing that I did. My fandom totem is a high school senior, and I just have to live with that forever. But I can’t even talk about that without people wanting to maneuver the subject away from fandom! The biggest tragedy of the new wheel of the internet is that people haven’t reinvented “ignore and move on” yet.

Regardless, I couldn’t publish something that didn’t matter to me. Much like Viktor, the only thing I’ve ever been able to truly write about is myself.

[brokebackmonastery]

self insert intro finally WOOHOO!!

did not have any great art of him. oh well. in any case this is luna-myr eisner (transmasc + any pronouns! you'll usually see me using he/they but anything is alright)! and while he is to a degree a self insert he's also very much like. an OC. because i like to write and that's just how i do self shipping i suppose. anyways further details below :3

(proship/comship DNI)

self insert but also what you would call a bylethsona i suppose. definitely not exactly like canon byleth as you will see. comes paired with custom route i have deemed seafoam star

was sort of half-conscious growing up until sothis awoke. capable of feeling emotion, but cannot truly express them and experiences everything through somewhat of a haze

only people he really had growing up were jeralt (who is his dad ofc) and whatever animals hung out wherever they were staying. was generally not around people his age and even when they were nobody wanted to engage with him because of his "odd" behavior. even adults were put off by him

autistic. who would i be if i did not make my SI autistic

quite merciful for a mercenary. capable of being brutal, but it is reserved for the truly deplorable; for example, often lets thieves trying to steal from well-off folk to keep themselves or their loved ones alive go in secret. does not see these acts of survival as worthy of punishment. wishes he could help them more. however, people are generally not aware of this and are more likely to have heard about the aforementioned brutality.

though they didn't have much choice in taking the monastery job, he was generally okay with it, if not confused. It was their first time in a setting surrounded by so many people his age consistently. understood why seteth did not trust him.

time powers work more in-depth than with canon byleth. can of course use divine pulse, but this also comes with an unusually acute perception of time and the occasional ability to have visions of the past and possible futures. since his body is still technically mortal, these visions often make him feel faint if not entirely pass out. These visions can be shared via touch.

genuinely does not understand what the hell is going on, particularly early game. people seem to think he does or that he's hiding something — he is not. they are just learning to express the confusion they feel.

drawn to claude right away. erm...?

more visibly nabatean than canon byleth after fusing with sothis. pointed ears and reptilian pupils come alongside the green hair. possibly has a few scales here and there on his body as well. claws (and i'm talking CLAWS not just long nails) and fangs. dragon form that he is entirely unaware of until much later. the sort of "transformation" into being more visibly nabatean was like. Painful and lasted roughly a week

teaches all three classes and has a significant connection with them all, but is the homeroom teacher of/is the closest with the golden deer (think like... the teachers rotate who they teach basically. but each have a homeroom they are tied to/spend more time with)

did not even have a chance to choose a side between edelgard and rhea. would not have killed edelgard at rhea's request regardless and approaches her about it before the imperial attack on the monastery to ask if there is any other way. rhea was upset by the idea that he did not side with her unconditionally. they did not want to kill either of them

loves rhea, but does not trust her. Very confused by her actions and only wants the truth from her. Sees her as somewhat of a motherly figure, ironically.

likes drawing, creating jewelry (usually out of bone), sewing, and carving (usually sets of dice). like sitri, loves flowers and will be delighted to see unusual ones. his favorites are any kind of lily. has an affinity for stuffed animals as well

big fan of moths especially luna moths if that was not apparent. goes to see them out in the wild yearly in the short span of time that they are active

also bonus dragon form where he's a weird horsemothlizard as well as a better demonstrarion of the fact that they have straight up Claws. that's all i've got for now. cheers

[littlesistersti]

2/2 } Self-insert OCs / personas tend to date the author’s anime crush …

and yet that only happened once for Stine Køhler.

Continued from here link. [word count 1317]

AU where Stine hopped into an alternate dimension and landed in … the things I did when I join another fandom.

The timeline where 17 year old Stine had enough of this world and left for Transformers Prime, after having previously been there at age 15. Meant to be the 2nd instalment of a duology. She swears allegiance to the Decepticons and more so for Lord/Commander Starscream. Simply because he was my favourite. I didn’t fancy him. I read plenty of Starscream x reader, rarely convinced me.

>> She has a strong love and respect for him as both fictional character and boss. It’s a tragic story for her. Come on, did you really think the Starscream of Primeverse would show any affection or recognition for a human? It’s a one-sided affection (am I supposed to say love and affection when it’s not romantic. It’s like a super strong squish. One-sided friendship. Yeah, that’s better) and she refused to accept otherwise. He likes having the puny insect doting on him.

The continued timeline where 18+ Stine crash landed into the world of Marvel Cinematic Universe and somewhere in the middle of her years, she had a crisis because she mentally turned 30 years old while still 18 physically. That was the day before Age of Ultron gave her a premature mid-life crisis because what do you mean a former Decepticon battled 1 sentient AI in the form of a robot army?!

Imagine kid me watching Iron Man or the Avengers for the first time and falling in love (in a para social and consumer way) with Marvel superheroes. Quickly, Tony Stark and Loki became my faves but not crushes. I did read some Loki x Reader. The age gap between irl me loving them and Stine is the kicker.

>> She fangirled when she met Tony Stark. She and Phil Coulson could start a fan club. She calmed down when the reality of joining him as a fellow Avenger set in.

>> Stine felt quite sheepish to battle Loki as an Avenger. She also immaturely showed off 1 sleight of hand to him when he was in that giant tube. Not SHIELD protocol, you were supposed to gain intel.

>> Because nothing was canon, I came up with a hundred routes to this AU like if Loki stayed around or if she crash landed in Asgard instead of Earth. If there was a happier ending for Loki a la mode fanfic tag Avenger!Loki or something like that, she would consider him a good ally in magic. She would still feel sheepish about the whole “former Decepticon fights some alien dude who wants to conquer Earth as an Avenger” thing.

The continued, continued timeline where she French left the Avengers and joined the Kamar-Taj, took on a pseudonym and met Doctor Strange. Hey, my newest fave. I read more Doctor Strange fanfics than Doctor Strange x reader fanfics. There was like, one. Meh.

>> They are classmates or peers, but only when she’s off-duty. To compromise on “rent” (do you pay rent at Kamar-Taj? Do they make money?), she teaches magic. How convenient that her methods are unorthodox in this universe. He finds her methods tedious and sloppy. The fact it’s temporary is a cop out at that. He dismisses her and thinks her pitiful. Whatever, at least she learns the same sorcery with him. The only bragging right she has against him is learning how to use the sling ring faster than him (perks of already knowing long-distance travel / teleportation magic from her universe). She approves of his sneaking behind Wong and would have done the same. They’re allies.

Sooner or later, she retires everything and leaves MCU for good. She returns to her home world for good. Is she truly the same? She’s 30 years old in the body of an 18 or 19 year old. Was it 30 or did she blink? (It was actually 5+ years, nearing 10) How do you live off of borrowed time? Was she supposed to mature or grow up as a superhero or villain? She wasn’t supposed to grow up. She technically did but…

She permits the dust to settle and spend quality time with her Nordic family.

Syke! Keep reading below for the full 1317 word or click here for part 3 if desired.

Syke! AU where the timeline continued more! or we skip past all of that straight into Twisted Wonderland. Either or works. The former allows for 3 types of magic so there’s that. She is a Ramshackle student with Yuu + Grim and gains income as tutor. At some point in the AU, I created an alternate route where she was never a student but actual staff, where she lived in Ramshackle and worked as Teacher Assistant to all 5 of them.

Ah finally. She should be mature enough by now, after retiring her Avengers and Decepticon life. She should be 19 or 20 by now. Here is where I tell you my faves are Leona Kingscholar and Jamil Viper, plus Deuce Spade and Sebek Zigvolt. The freshmen are my sons and I cherish them. I read some Leona x reader and hey, that’s my husbando and waifu rolled into one. I don’t have an anime crush on Leona, I have an anime infatuation and obsession and *shot*

>> Stine sees Yuu + Grim as a good roommate and repays them with magic help. Never intrudes on their friendship with Ace and Deuce but sometimes pops in. They surprise her at tutoring sometimes. Surprise her as in attend sessions.

>> When she saw Sebek’s devotion to Malleus, she saw a bit of her past self in him. The more she interacted with him, the more she felt obligated to protect this child. She’ll eventually come around to Lilia and Malleus to express such.

>> She threw herself in front of Jamil so his Unique Magic wouldn’t harm Yuu + squad in Ch. 4 and that was it. Ok, but seriously, when Octavinelle trio discussed with her and Yuu + Grim the mind control magic, she told them it’s nearly impossible in her world. Only because younger her was a law-abiding magician who wouldn’t dare touch the dark stuff with a 9 ft pole, and also because Norway said it’s expensive. Anyways, she got hit by Wanda Maximoff (Age of Ulton) and hit again by Jamil? Not a fun ride. She stayed away from him for a month.

>> When Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr sang, “We keep meeting” in Hamilton. Stine delivered a message to Leona for the first time, ran an errand and saw him in the same room, did her reading up in the trees and how long was he napping under me? I didn’t see him a second ago, crashed into him rushing to class, spilt a hot beverage on both of themselves in the canteen and much to her embarrassment, had to treat this Dormleader of Savanaclaw and upperclassman before treating herself and has the burn mark to prove it. Yeah, I don’t know how but they ended up dating. A normal relationship at that. None of the one-sided thing or strangers or co-worker mutual respect. They see each other as equal baby-adults.

>> He permits her access to Savanclaw dorm. She falls asleep in the common hall from studying with the midnight oil. She confesses to him about her jet past and itch to fly again. He permits her to fly the Savannaclaw firmament. For the first time in a long time, she reactivates her jet and takes off, no identity attached.

Honestly, there is so much more to say but I’ll have to make a new post, because this could go on forever.

& that is how Stine is only dating 1 person and it’s a semi-canon timeline with a camping backpack load of lore. Feel free to send some asks, but don’t abuse it. I forgot to give the other post a word count.

[hexfloog]

#s 1 and 20, for edward? :}c

OMG HIII FRIEND OFC OFC

since i haven't talked about him much on this blog, i'll be interjecting with basic info every now and then to make answers clearer :3

this is edward - he's a demon living in the outskirts of london in the mid-1800s or so:

old pic, i haven't drawn him in yeaarrsss ;^;

he is a fandomless oc and his 15-year anniversary was last year holy shit whaaa

1. What kind of person is your OC in a crisis? Are they calm and collected? Do they panic? Or are they chronically the cause?

i, er.......... "yes"

or D, all of the above LOL

edward has a 0-100 temperament, he's either totally unfazed or has completely gone off the deep end. the latter is relatively uncommon though, very rarely is he faced with something he perceives as a real threat, both because he benefits from his urban legend/cryptid status-- people either don't know he exists, or they're just too scared of him to fuck around and find out-- and because he's unusually careful for a demon of his caliber. he's cognizant of the fact that he's not truly immortal and that he could attract the attention of the wrong force of nature one day and eat shit.

a true panic response for edward typically manifests with a transformation* and a show of violence, but usually his size alone will ward off the threat. doesn't stop the rampaging though - if he's reached this point he's also reached a point where he's decided people will pay until he's satisfied.

*edward is able to shift between his human skin and a towering demonic form at least three times his size

20. Has your OC ever done something terrible and lied about it? Did they run away or blame someone else for it? How long did they maintain the lie and did the truth ever come out?

weirdly enough, edward's less of a boldfaced liar and more of the type to lie by omission... but only to others, not so much with himself. he's very good at twisting words and taking advantage of technicalities and semantics when making deals, but when it comes to having to remediate his own errors, he has a tendency to fumble baaad, especially when improvising lmao

even then, what he considers an "error" is a little hard to pin down. he's done plenty of heinous things, both in his current life and past life as a human, but i think he classes most "mistakes" as actions that could potentially compromise his secrecy. public attention is his achilles heel, for instance, and lying his way out of a self-inflicted scene is weirdly difficult for him. it's just hard for him to go off-script, really, and even harder to run away [skull emoji], and in situations like this, if the truth were to come out it would lead to an immediate panic response.

i guess i can think of one lie that he's maintained for most of his life. naturally, in his current state, he considers himself above anything resembling affection. human emotions suck, they're a waste of time, unfit for his elevated existence, etc. to love or truly befriend anyone would be categorically terrible to him, but... he makes room in his heart for one person only, evangeline, the first who ever showed him kindness when no-one else would. he won't admit this affection out loud, of course, and at this point his feelings for her are merely instinctual, he doesn't even consciously recognize them. but he'd have a panic response above all panic responses if anyone were to ever point it out, and while some people have come close, they've never gotten close enough to confront him about it.

easily his biggest tell is the fact that he continues to blame her death on her. he killed her himself btw

this man will literally set fire to the world instead of just admitting he loves a girl. so the lie has gone on for literal decades in-universe and has, so far, never fallen to the truth

lol look. edward is not at ALL a good person okay, not by any stretch of the imagination, but i still love him :3c

thank you for the assskkkk <3

get to know the oc ask game!

[amphiptere-art]

Ok. So what was supposed to be me doing a simple dive to explain a certain OC. Kind of turned into a deep dive introduction of the warehouse AU. So here's a a post just kind of talking about the OC. You might need information from this post. Just a kind of understand how it came into existence. As I will just say stuff within that context. But

Who is Dim?

Dim is my dca OC. Unlike Ralph who is his own character built with no reference within the universe. Dim is most definitely supposed to be a daycare attendant alike.

You might have heard about Dim. More so in the fact that his design basically became blue moons.

Dim though as a character is a security protocol that basically gained sentence. Dim's names known by the public are Dusk and Dawn. Dim is the name given to them though because they are one AI. Something simple to not get confused with. Although it is something you should take into aspect.

Dim basically starts out as a security drone with a basic AI. Enough to make choices but not go against protocol or their pathfinding. Basically they could decide if something was a threat or not. If they decided that it wasn't a threat they would leave it alone. That was about as much choices they had.

That all changed though when that lovely drone was put into Sun and Moon's code. At first Dim was just supposed to take over for sun and moon security protocols. Which they did fantastically as they were only a security protocol to begin with. But while they were getting put into the same system as sun and moon. They technically also gained fazbear intelligence programming. Slowly gaining sentience through that AI network.

They are technically separated into dusk and dawn because, well, they are separate in personality. Dawn is more like sun. While Dusk is more like moon. Although the two personalities can meld into each other, which is what becomes more formally known as Dim. A separation that gets more and more finite, the more they exist.

Dim at first only really protocol, but due to the fact that they were covering for Sun and Moon, they had to figure out what that protocol was. So they slowly started to get taught by Sun and Moon about how to deal with things. They slowly learned how to properly scold children about dangers. They slowly learned what it was like to be human. Learning about human things and other things that normally wouldn't be much to a robot.

Eventually this started culminating in Dim making their own decisions based off of this intelligent network. They started to do things out of their security norm. One of these things that they did was watch a passerby play music. Technically when they were in their drone body they would watch this passerby absent mindingly. Mostly because he was on the property, and therefore a security risk. But he was always deemed okay. The security drone simply would process that answer for longer so that they could hear them music play. This culminating them to watch them purposely, after their basic security round was compete.

This was the first type of trigger that told everybody that this guy was gaining intelligence. And so Sun and Moon started to talk about the fact that he was getting intelligent. Alerting their creator about such a mishap. The creator though decided this was perfect. Utilizing Dim's interest in music in order to get them to play instruments for Sun and Moon. As Sun and Moon weren't comfortable playing instruments. Which although the growing AI was hesitant about. They greatly enjoyed when they finally did.

A Dim at that point just continues getting more and more intelligent having more and more human interactions. This continuing and continuing until he is properly seen as his own sentient AI. This is the basics about Dim that you really need to know.

And yes that statement about already knowing about Dim from Blue Moon is true. Dim's design. The design that I had for him, slowly transformed into blue moons. Dim's first iteration was seen as childish, fun, and decorated. Unfortunately halfway through the design process I gave up the design that would become Blue Moons. As it didn't really match what was happening in the story or how the character was supposed to act.

This sentiment has changed over time, but blue moon will keep his ribbons.