been getting back into Psychonauts with my friends lately... which led to me making another OC!
this is Dr. Callum Copus, formerly known as the psychic supervillain Mastermind.
he suffers from Alien Hand Syndrome, and possesses the rare but somewhat frowned upon ability Mind Control; his gimmick, meanwhile, revolved around toys & games
Dr. Copus has since turned over a new leaf... mostly, and has become a resident psychiatrist at the Motherlobe
Wild how we know that Elizabeth Woodville was officially appointed to royal councils in her own right during her husband’s reign and fortified the Tower of London in preparation of a siege while 8-months pregnant and had forces gathering at Westminster “in the queen’s name” in 1483 – only for NONE of these things to be even included, let alone explored, in the vast majority of scholarship and historical novels involving her.
My first attempt at writing that's vaguely like poetry: from a dragon
I am not what you think.
I walk around, awkward limbs and flighty mannerisms, and you think I’m strange. You have no idea how strange you would think I am if you only saw what was underneath.
Underneath, I am a creature of the ocean. Something that could never pass as human, and no longer wants to. Saltwater rushes through my veins in secret, silent to everyone but me. To me, it’s a roaring sound of the waves that I have never seen except for within my soul. It yearns to dissolve into the ocean like it could long ago, but for now those days are over and I am hidden underneath skin and muscle.
Underneath, there are wings; fins; antlers. They ache to tear from my back, through my skull. Nonetheless, they stay hidden for me, safe in the silence. Protected like I protected my kin in a lifetime so close to the surface and yet unreachable. Wrapped in a form that no longer coils around them like a serpent, but keeps them hidden from predators well enough I suppose.
I suppose.
I accept my form reluctantly and do what I can to make it mine. I shape it to feel better when I discover my gender, and when I can’t shape it to fit my true self I cover it in things that feel a little more like home. A little more draconic. A little more like the ocean that I never have seen, but feel homesick for anyway.
I do find joy in being in this body, at least. Out there, there are others. Angels working minimum wage, dragons sitting on a park bench, wolves buying groceries. We hide, but we do so to be free. We walk through crowds, and no one notices our scales and fur and feathers. But we do. We see each other, even if from miles away, and we see what’s underneath.
ultimately in the spectrum of characters i could accurately say i relate to it really is impossible to say any characters who Do Things and are Important because deep in my heart i know if i were in a dnd world i would immediately get my soul traded for two spiders egged and get obliberated right there and then at the counter so realistically i would say im somewhere between scoutmaster denny and gifford
ive been having a really great time writing for my other Psychonaut OCs, so here they are!
a chief financial officer who can't seem to live in the moment, a clumsy waitress with a need for speed, and an accountant that connected a little too strongly to his internal censors following a psychic attack
I don’t really fictionkin and stuff anymore mainly cause I was getting bored of trying to keep track of it all but as much as I kin anything these days I do think I kin Data I just think he’s so relatable and fun I really love him like. Just. Me too king. Yknow?