#marcus delenitor

[vilonnie-arts]

some of my guys for art class :)

[ID: Two traditional drawings of my characters. The first is a pencil sketch of Katie Marrows. Katie is a young Asian girl with long, straight, black hair tied in a low ponytail, wearing a hoodie and fingerless gloves. A hand holding a flashlight shines a light on her as she places her hand on a mirror with no reflection. The drawing is captioned, “Discovering a Ghost”.

The second drawing is a full-body sketch of Marcus Delenitor. Marcus is a young Black boy with close-cropped dark brown hair, medium brown skin, round features, and brown eyes. He is wearing a yellow cap and a black and yellow tunic over brown trousers. He has a satchel slung over one shoulder. He is outlined in Sharpie and colored in colored pencils. In the corner of the page, there is an uncolored thumbnail of a comic panel were Marcus and his sister Nina smile and sparkle as they gesture dramatically. End ID]

[vilonnie]

my hands will not let me draw one fucking face

[ID: An unfinished, sloppy pencil sketch of my characters Marcus and Nina Delenitor. Marcus is smiling with his eyes closed, his hands clasped over his chest, and a single tear rolling down his cheeks. Nina is smiling heroically and raising her fists in bravery. They are both drawn with roud features and Nina has long, curly hair. There is a sun in the background. End ID]

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art class comics

[ID: A traditional and a digital version of a comic featuring my original characters, titled, “If the Talking Animals Were Evil”. In the first panel, Marcus and Nina Delenitor pose dramatically and heroically in the sunlight. They are twin siblings who are both young, Black, and have round features. Marcus has short, close-cropped brown hair and wears a yellow cap and a black tunic with yellow sleeves. He smiles serenely, a single tear falling down his cheek, with his hands over his heart. He says, “Finally… It’s been a long and perilous journey, but it’s at last come to an end!” Next to him, Nina has long, curly brown hair held back with a pink ribbon, and is wearing a pink shirt with a blue shawl over one shoulder. The shawl is patterned like the ocean. Nina smiles righteously with one fist in the air and says, “Now to face the unfathomable evil we’ve wasted our whole childhoods on defeat– hey what?” In the second panel, Nina spots Quill the white peacock approaching them. In the third panel, Quill says, “Hey I’m the evil emperor.” In the fourth panel, Marcus stumbles, sweating, and stutters, “The?” Nina is horrified and says, “That’s a bird.” The fifth panel is labeled “NEGOTIATIONS” and shows Marcus sitting at a table with an albino tiger and Katie Marrows. Marcus is leaning on one hand with a frustrated expression that is half a fake smile and half a grimace. The tiger is wearing a colonial powdered wig, a red coat, and a jabot, and is blathering on about nothing. Katie is an Asian girl with light skin, dark red eyes, straight black hair in a ponytail, and sharp features. She is wearing a golden crown, a white blouse with transparent bubble sleeves over a black high-neck top, and a red skirt. She is crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. In the background, Nina is running at Quill with a sword. In the last panel, Nina hits Quill with the flat of the sword, making a “BONK” sound. Quill is cartoonishly squished underneath. Marcus shoots up in his seat with a disbelieving expression. The white tiger looks back at Quill and Nina with wide eyes. Katie leans over on the table. Her eyes and smile are wide, she is crying tears of joy, and her face is red with laughter. Text next to her shows that she is wheezing. End ID]

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the light of discovery has been lit!

[ID: A digital drawing of my character, Marcus Delenitor. Marcus is a young, average-size Black teenage boy with round features, dark brown hair cropped short, and brown eyes with stars for pupils. He wears a sun hat with a star pin, a grey and yellow track jacket with a sharp collar, and a black sweater. In the drawing, Marcus is climbing over the edge of red planet with rings, smiling broadly, and grabbing his sun hat. He’s in outer space and a blue light shines on him from above. Yellow fire is drawn in the background. End ID]

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here are my character references for this year’s art fight!!!!! it’s the first time I’ve drawn some of these characters in full, so I’m kind of elated, even though I actually meant to finish this two weeks earlier than I did... but then life happened. at least they’re done!

ID under the cut for length

[ID: A digital, flat-colored drawing featuring seven of my original characters, all of whom are humanoid teenagers. The first is Nina Delenitor. Nina is a medium-height, fat Black girl with round features, shoulder-length curly dark brown hair, and brown eyes with pink, heart-shaped irises. Nina wears a pink cape with wave-like edges, fastened around her shoulders by heart-shaped clasps. Over a white t-shirt, she wears an overall dress which she has decorated with several symbols, such as a sun and moon, a smiley face, and red fruits. Her t-shirt is splattered with a couple of colorful paint stains, and she has a light pink ribbon tied in her hair.

Next is Marcus Delenitor, a medium-height, thin Black boy, and Nina’s twin brother. He has dark brown hair cropped close to his head and brown eyes with yellow, star-shaped irises. Over a black sweater and tan pants, he wears a long, grey track jacket with yellow accents, which sharpens into points at the collar and at the ends, making Marcus’s silhouette look almost star-shaped. He carries a dark brown satchel over one shoulder, which is held shut by a golden, star-shaped clasp.

Next is Katie Marrows, a tall, thin Southeast Asian girl with tanned skin and a diamond-shaped face, whose long, straight black hair is tied back in a low ponytail by a white ribbon, the ends of which are drawn to look like the faces of ghosts. She has red-brown eyes, black lipstick, and a black, diamond-shaped earring in one ear. She is also wearing a black choker and a pair of black fingerless gloves, as while as a red hoodie over a white shirt and jeans. She is the only character to be drawn floating instead of standing normally; her legs dangle in the air underneath her.

Next is Chester Boxwood, a short, fat White boy with very pale skin, neon green eyes, square-shaped features, and freckles. He has short, straight hair dyed light purple, which sticks up at the front, and a pair of dark purple glasses. He is wearing a large cloak which matches his hair and a pair of white boots.

Next is Avery Acosta, a medium-tall, thin Indigenous Latina girl with dark skin, an oval-shaped face, and short, curly black hair dyed neon blue at the ends. She has central heterochromia, meaning that her eyes are brown, but turn blue at the center. She wears a lab coat and a striped blue tie. She is drawn holding a clipboard and pencil.

Next is Thomas Zanderre, a very short, fat Black half-elf boy with slightly pointed ears, softer features, and extremely dark skin. His eyes are silver, and extensive use of magic has caused rainbow-colored cracks to appear throughout his cheeks. His hair is shoulder-length, bright red, and being worn in dreadlocks. He wears a black hoodie with cloud-like fur around the collar and a rainbow drawn on the pockets, as well as matching, furry boots.

Last is Alex Katt, a very tall, gangly White-coded siren boy with sharp features, messy, light brown hair, fangs, pigeon feathers growing around his face, large pigeon wings, and pink pigeon legs. He has heterochromia, meaning that one of his eyes is black, but the other is gold. He wears a black t-shirt, which is held together around his shoulders and back by a series of gold clasps. He also wears a pair of black shorts. Over both of these, he wears a white robe, which is attached to a gold collar clasped around his neck, and a gold belt clasped around his waist. End ID]

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shopping mall hijinks!

(ID both in alt text and under the cut)

[ID: A drawing of some of my characters running in a grocery store, full of wooden shelves. Thomas Zanderre is sitting in a moving shopping cart, being pushed along by Avery Acosta. Chasing after them, yelling in distress, is Marcus Delenitor. Marcus is a thin, black boy with short, dark-brown hair cropped close to his scalp. He wears a straw sunhat with a star-shaped pin on it, a grey jacket, and tan pants. Avery is a tall, lanky, Indigenous latina girl with medium-brown skin and short, wavy black hair that is died electric blue at the ends. She is wearing a white lab coat with a striped teal tie. Thomas is a fat black elf with very dark skin, silver eyes, pink dreadlocks, and rainbow-colored cracks under his eyes. He wears a black hoodie with a fluffy white collar and a rainbow patch on the pockets, as well as a pair of matching sneakers. The products on the shelves are all made up, and read as follows:

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The first is a box labeled “THEORY-OS: Eat science, nerds!” The second is a smaller box labeled “THOMAS TINYS: Ha ha, he’s short.” The third is a box labeled “CROW’S FOOD: Marcus-approved.” The fourth is a jug labeled “FIRE-FUEL: Lights you up inside.” The fifth is a box labeled “BITES O’ FROST: Mmm... cold and friendless.” The last is a spray can labeled “TARRA-DON’T: A spritz a day keeps the hunters away!”

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[ID: A drawing of my characters, Nina and Marcus Delenitor. Nina is drinking cherry soda and leaning against a desk, next to Marcus, who is temporarily possessing a bird for the sake of communicating with his sister. Marcus is squawking the words, “Oh, I see how it is! I get stuck in the afterlife and you steal all my clothes?!” Nina turns to him and says, “Yeah? Lol.” End ID]

nina delenitor I love you

[vilonnie]

the oc doodles from yesterday! plus an un-scanned version because I genuinely can’t tell which is better lmao

[ID: A traditional drawing of three fifteen year-old characters. Avery Acosta is an indigenous latina girl with short, curly dark hair cut above her ears, which fades to a lighter color at the tips. She has central heterochromia, and is wearing a lab coat and a striped tie. Marcus Delenitor is a black boy with hair cropped close to his scalp and stars in his eyes. He is wearing a track jacket over a sweater. Alex Katt is a white siren boy. He has pigeon feathers covering his ears in addition to wings. He also has messy straight hair cut right at his chin, heterochromia, and a beak-like nose. He’s wearing a toga, which is attached to a gold ring around his neck. Underneath that, he wears a black t-shirt. End ID]

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heart and star, the twin victors

ID: A traditional drawing of Nina and Marcus Delenitor, two eleven-year-old Black kids with round eyes and dark hair. Nina is a fat girl with long, curly hair, with a ribbon tied in it. She wears a blouse and a poodle skirt. She is smiling and bouncing in place happily, as she talks about magic. Marcus is a skinny boy with hair cropped close to his head, who is wearing a sweater and carrying a satchel over his shoulder. As he listens to his sister, he chimes in now and again with comments like, “ooh...”, “huh?” and “ah!” End ID]

[vilonnie]

Your story is quite interesting honestly. I'm curious about your main characters too so if you're okay with it I'd love to hear about them

oh!! absolutely I love talking about them :D

my two protagonists are nina delenitor and marcus delenitor. they’re twins! it’s not important, but their birthday is october seventh. at the start of the story they’re eleven, but the story takes place over a span of four years, so by the time it ends they’re fifteen.

nina is a water magician who wants to use her magic to improve the lives of others, and bring them joy where there was none! 

her main inspirations are a performer she saw when she was little, who would use her wind magic to make paper jellyfish lanterns fly through the sky, and her brother marcus, who has always gone out of his way to help others with his knowledge. she’s seen him notice the weathered material of a school building and go searching for a construction worker, just so he could let him know.

growing up with marcus has had a strong influence on her, and subconsciously she’s always wanted to be more like him. however, she’s a very different person! nina is someone who excels at in-the-moment decisions, going with the flow and adapting to the moment at hand.

she is creative, persistent, and has a million ideas in her head at once. these are all good, helpful traits, but she has been taught to see them as bad traits, and so spends a lot of her arc trying to change herself to be more rigid and orderly, copying the traits marcus has that she doesn’t.

her arc is about learning to appreciate the person she is, and to pair her skills and traits with her desire to help others in order to have a real impact on the world. 

some miscellaneous traits about her are that she uses a rapier for combat, her associated color is pink, her associated animal is the jellyfish, and her associated flowers are chrysanthemums!

marcus is a fire magician in addition to being a pacifist. 

he’s made up of an insatiable curiosity. he wants to learn all there is about the world, and to make that knowledge available for others. he wants, more than anything, to give people the information they need to learn and grow, be aware of the world as it is, and make better decisions.

this is a desire he has always had, even since he was little, and growing up he’d often disappear for hours at a time, only to be found in a library. 

in addition to idealizing scholars, teachers, and librarians, he also greatly admires his sister. while nina doesn’t do so good in a classroom, she loves to learn about water magic. marcus knows how she often stays up late practicing her magic, trying to mimic some new skill she found in a book or a show.

he thinks her devotion to learning all that she can about her magic is inspiring, and he wants to be able to instill that devotion in others. just as nina supports him, marcus loves and supports nina more than anyone. 

in terms of skills, marcus is academically talented and very, very studious. he’s great at putting together a plan and making sure everyone sticks to it. however, he’s not so great at acting things out; if things don’t go exactly to plan, marcus tends to become stagnant, overwhelmed by the moment and unable to make a decision.

his arc is about learning to work around this panic and make the right choice, even if it’s not a choice he was able to predict. in terms of motifs, he’s always seen carrying around a satchel filled with well-worn journals, his associated color is yellow, his associated animal is the crow, and his associated flower is the king protea!

im not sure if you want to know about katie and chester as well, so I’ll sum them up real quick: 

katie marrows is a death magician who can commune with ghosts. she is loyal to her friends, and distrusts authority figures. her associated animals are dogs, and her associated color is red. 

chester boxwood is a life magician who can heal others and speed up the growth of plants. he idolizes his older sister, and wants the power to protect the ones he loves. his associated animal is the gecko, and his associated color is purple.

thank you for asking about them! I think about my characters a lot and I really love to talk about them (if that isn’t obvious by now sjfjdjfjskvjk)

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ok I was bored in class and wrote a short story w/ my OCs so here it is. sorry

Marcus Delenitor’s brains were sluggishly spilling out of his head and onto his desk, much like his chocolate milk.

Katie Marrows frowned and righted his thermos. “You seem very snail-like today (almost as if your brains have been sluggishly spilling out of your head, much like your chocolate milk).”

“I don’t know, man,” Marcus said, from where the side of his face was still being decidedly squished into the mahogany polishing (his was the only doodle-free desk in the room). “Deities and Dragons 101 is just especially boring today.”

Katie laid a ginger hand on his shoulder, and Marcus shifted slightly, to let her know that he was listening. “That’s not like you,” she said. “We haven’t had a game day in three weeks because you said it’s more fun to rewrite your textbooks from memory.”

It was fun to rewrite his textbooks from memory. Marcus dragged his head up from his desk with a massive sigh. “Well. I guess I’m just feeling kind of down.”

“Down?”

Marcus felt his fire magic thrumming unhappily in his stomach. “…To the mantle,” he muttered.

“Maybe you’re hungry?”

Katie was humming as she thought. It was her favorite song, Marcus realized. Far from her typical tastes of revolutionary rock music, or tongue-in-cheek absurdist joke songs, or lyrical wordplay accompanied by hyperactive pop, this was a slow, soulful ballad that had your heart marching in tune with your tear ducts. Marcus knew it well. Katie had learned it at a birthday party in their childhood, introduced to her by…

The ring of the bell shrieked through Marcus’ skull, and he toppled from his seat. Ignoring the laughter of his classmates and the worry of his teacher, he shot out of the classroom. Katie was right! He hadn’t eaten anything that day, apart from some disappointingly wretched burnt toast – he’d been too preoccupied with his schoolwork!

Maybe he was just hungry, after all.

Marcus bought three servings of stale cantosdillas (quesadillas that sung – Marcus generally preferred them over the cafeteria’s other magicial food items, such as “Mac n’ cheese that danced” or “broccoli that tried to sell you car insurance”) and jogged to the courtyard, where he liked to eat in the warmth of the sun.

By the third quesadilla, Marcus was no longer hungry, although curiously his mood had failed to improve. Mostly he was distracted by the taste of the quesadilla, which suggested that the cafeteria had once again neglected to add any spices. Marcus scrunched up his face as he bit into another mouthful of bland and stringy beef. Why cook bland and stringy beef? Why not kill someone, while you’re at it?

Although his friends sometimes disagreed, Marcus had always thought that the ideal quesadilla, like most foods, was best had when comfortably coated in a good layer of passionate peppers. In particular he was used to eating meats with peanut-based spices, or habañeros, or at the very least some well-handled seldom peppers.

Marcus frowned. The throbbing of the heat in his veins became a race. Selim peppers were the favorites of…

“Rosebush!” Marcus jumped, choked on his quesadilla, and had to chug his chocolate milk. The quesadilla went into a jaunty yet particularly freaked-out bout of la-la-la’s.

Marcus took a second to get out another cough before turning to his side. “Addiel!” (He coughs again). “I hadn’t seen you there.”

“Yeah? Well, I wasn’t using my invisibility, if that’s what you’re thinking. I hope you don’t see me as that kind of prankster,” said Addiel. His mouth was peeking out just above the handkerchief blanketing the bite mark on his neck. His fangs glinted in the sunlight. Amusement hummed through his voice. And looking down, Marcus could see the thick coat of mud and grass hugging the knees of his jeans. “I was just – “

“Gardening?” Marcus said, smiling. “But then, where’s – “

A hefty burlap bag came hurtling towards Addiel, who slid lazily to the right. A graceful dodge. Marcus was mildly impressed.

“You TOLD me you’d help me carry the fertilizers.” Chester Boxwood came running from a secluded section of the courtyard, which was strategically hidden behind a line of trees. Secluded sections of courtyard, which are often strategically hidden behind lines of trees, are particularly useful when you don’t technically have permission from the principal to be cultivating your own private two-person secret garden on school grounds. Chester paused. “Oh. Hey, Marcus.” Marcus waved hello back.

Addiel picked up the fertilizer bag and floated to the stack in Chester’s arms, setting his on top. “Don’t fall off the bus, Gladiolus. I was going to help, I just wanted to see what Rosebush over here needed to wolf down a hundred lunches for.”

Marcus laughed. “It was only three quesadillas. It’s just that I’ve been feeling kind of – kind of bad today. Like. Like there’s… a pain, somewhere. Um. And I thought I might be hungry.”

“And were you hungry?” Addiel poked Marcus’ stomach.

Marcus felt himself wince. There was nothing in his stomach now, but the flames were still there, elsewhere, and he didn’t know where. “Well, I’m guessing that wasn’t the problem.”

Addiel ‘hmm’d’ and inserted himself much farther into Marcus’ personal space than he was comfortable with. “Then what about…” A poke in the arms, in the chest, in the shoulder pads, in the neck…

“Stop that,” said Marcus, starting to get annoyed, and then…

Addiel poked Marcus in the temple. He hiccuped. There was this inexplicably gaseous, suffocating feeling in his earlobes, as if his nerves were being strangled. With a FIZZ-pop-DING! completely against his will, a spark went off in Marcus’ ears. Fire sprung out and soared into the sky.

There was silence in the courtyard.

“Uh,” said Addiel. “You probably have a headache.”

“Maybe you need more sleep?” said Chester.

Chester was fidgeting with the ends of his cloak while he thought. He was, Marcus realized, touching a patch of fabric that was different from the rest of his cloak. The cloak had been a rare gift to him from the throne of Grimalthall in recognition of his potential as a Guardian, and it was pulled close to him even now. He had torn it after following his older sister to a deep forest, wanting to watch her examine the ancient ruins underneath, and had been too distressed to bother getting it repaired professionally. Marcus remembered the personal flourishes that had been sewn into the new patch, which Chester had gotten from…

Thunder crashed through the sky, and rain drenched the courtroom below. Chester shouted and Addiel hissed, and everyone scrambled to reach the dry land of the school doors.

When he was able to, Marcus took a nap at home. He did wake up feeling refreshed, but the disturbing presence of the burning hum behind his eyes had not dissipated. In irritation, he rolled to his side, but found that he had rolled the wrong way. The room he slept in was split in two. Facing his side of the bedroom was his twin sister’s, and staring his bed in the eyes was her own. Unlike his side of the room, which was always neat and rather plain, but filled with treasures, curiosities, and all his other valued possessions, hers was complete chaos, with clothes tossed to the floor and every inch decorated with stickers or posters or painting she’d made, but little-to-no personal items to be seen.

The sight of his sister’s things intensified the fire, so Marcus heaved a groan and got up to go downstairs.

Marcus sat in the kitchen and decided to make himself some Chai. He liked to take his tea with honey and biscuits, but the biscuits were kept in his personal stash in the study, and the honey was kept in his sister’s personal stash, to be drizzled exorbitantly over tooth-rotting bowls of ice cream. Her stash was in the hallway just adjacent to the kitchen, so Marcus decided to stick with honey, for now.

Reaching into the delicately sculpted clay pot for the honey, Marcus’ hand brushed against the selim peppers, and he stopped, unsettled. The fire prickled against his palm as he brought the honey to his tea.

As he went back to the bedroom holding the cup, Marcus stubbed his foot and grunted. Looking down, Marcus rolled his eyes to see that it was his sister’s sewing box. Of course. Nina had been using it before she’d gone, and Marcus had never gotten around to putting it back in its rightful place.

Part of that was the incorrigible scatterbrained, but part of that was the fact that he didn’t actually know where it was supposed to go. He carried the box back to their room, and attempted to find a clue in the decorations. It was incredible, Marcus thought, that Nina could come up with so many things to hang on the wall. All that was hanging on Marcus’ wall was a clock from a bygone century and a calendar from the current year.

He squinted at a sticker on the sewing box of some famous songwriter known for her slow, emotional ballads, and observed that there was a wardrobe in the corner of the room drowning in posters of the same songwriter. Ah. A likely match.

Marcus stepped up to the wardrobe, but noticed with some dismay that every section of the wardrobe seemed to be divided into several different mechanical compartments, and each of those compartments divided into more so that the wardrobe could really just be considered compartments of compartments, or a great many compartments in a trench coat.

“My God, this is one of Nina’s crazy person inventions,” Marcus said aloud, and then he remembered that he was alone, and there was nobody else in the room to hear him. The fire cried for attention.

Marcus scowled at the wardrobe, but conceded that there was nothing to do but give up. He picked a random drawer to set the box in and dropped onto his bed facedown with a baleful sigh.

If Nina was here, she could help him. Nina wasn’t here. She was somewhere gallivanting off on a distant shore, off on a solo mission, because the kingdom had needed her sword and her tide. And it hadn’t needed Marcus. 

It’s not like they hadn’t known this would happen. When they’d bound themselves to the magician’s code of ethics and inscribed their names to the contracts forevermore, there was no special clause that required they be kept together. Far from it. Every magician under Grimalthall’s roof, the Delenitor twins included, was aware of and accepted the optimization of their assignments and their obligation to provide their services to the crown, in whatever way necessary. Marcus himself was even excited to go on his first solo mission as a fledgling Archivist. So he couldn’t complain. He laid in the empty room, staring at an empty bed, and told himself this. He couldn’t complain. He couldn’t complain. He couldn’t complain.

Well. What did it matter. Nina was coming home soon, anyway.

…Wait.

“Soon”?

Marcus jolted up and looked at his calendar. It was the eighth.

It was the eighth?

IT WAS THE EIGHTH!

Marcus streaked out of his house, fire on his heels like wings. Quickly, quickly – out the door, down the driveway, past the open market, through the streets, stopping to apologize to Mrs. Pine as she spilled her groceries, beyond the neighborhood, and all the way across the path to the docks.

Breathlessly, he had one thought – I’m going to have to make some Chamomile to go with my Chai.

There was only one little sailboat approaching the dock, but Marcus knew the sailboat. He had helped make the sailboat.

Marcus Delenitor was waiting there when Nina Delenitor came home.

Completing the last few steps of his run, Marcus threw himself into her arms.

Nina stumbled back with a wheeze, and Marcus ignored the sisterly smack to the back of his head. “Holy – “ she steadied herself and her bags. “Hey – hi! Wow, um. So. How’ve you been?”

The fire was quiet now.

“Nina!” he shouted, laughing. He gave her a toothy grin. “I’ve been missing you!”

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nina: hey, you busy? can I come in?

avery: uh- yeah, of course! mmm okay weird question but you dont happen to have any scrapmetal on you do you

nina: I brought marcus. does he count?

marcus: oh no, go on, youre so FUNNY, neens. maybe you should consider a career as a clown!

marcus: yeah anyways I'm just here to drop off supplies. from the queen. I gotta finish my work but I'll see you around sooner or later, okay?

avery: ...

avery: for what it's worth, I thought your joke was VERY funny

nina: what joke, I was being serious

[vilonnie]

I love morally grey characters who do bad things NOT because they think the bad things are Actually Good Things, but because, well... what choice do they have?

[vilonnie-arts]

five minute spanish class girl doods (doodles of girls)

[ID: Three uncolored, messy sketches of my original characters done on lined paper. The first is Katie Marrows, who is sitting in a chair with her arm over the backrest and one leg crossed over her knee. Smiling, she says, “What has this world ever done to earn my emotional investment.” The second is Avery Acosta, who is sweating and clutching her hands around her head in a panic, thinking repeatedly about the idea of failure. The last is Nina Delenitor, whose hair and cape float in the air as she ugly cries, clutching her hands to her chest and singing along to the song “How Far I’ll Go” from Moana. In the background, her twin brother Marcus is watching over his shoulder, judging her. End ID]

[vilonnie]

aaaaa okay here’s a dumb chart I made so I could insult my favorite characters while also comparing them to each other for meta purposes... on top is the blank chart and an example with my characters, on bottom is an explanation on what I meant with each category because I’m not good at wording things lmao

(you’re going to have to click to read the text on the bottom, sorry! ID under cut for length)

[ID: A chart titled, “axis of self-destructive characters”. The categories are as follows: bitchy nerd prodigies, try-hard chronic people pleasers, bastard jocks with inferiority complexes, and everything is a personal attack on me.

The explanation defines “try-hard people pleasers” as “I want to prove myself to myself! I am actively trying to validate my own self-worth!” It then defines “everything is a personal attack on me” as “I want to prove myself to society and other people! I am actively trying to prove that others are wrong about me!” It defines “bitchy nerd prodigies” as “My approach to achieving my goals involves strategy, rationalization, and use of resources outside my own talents!” It then defines “bastard jocks with inferiority complexes” as “My approach to achieving my goals involves strength, intuition, and overpowering those around me!”

The example featuring my own characters lists Marcus Delenitor as a bitchy nerd prodigy and a try-hard people pleaser. It lists Avery Majadita as a bitchy nerd prodigy who thinks everything is a personal attack on her. It lists Katie Marrows as someone who acts like everything is a personal attack on her. It lists Alex Katt as a bastard jock with an inferiority complex who acts like everything is a personal attack on him. It lists Nina Delenitor as a bit of a bitchy nerd prodigy. It lists Chester Boxwood as a try-hard people pleaser and a bastard jock with an inferiority complex. Finally, it lists Thomas Zandere as a try-hard people pleaser. End ID]

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[ID: A joke chart with five options, which has been filled out with my original characters. Katie Marrows is listed under “regularly says fuck”. Nina Delenitor and Chester Boxwood are listed under “has sworn off saying fuck, but said it at some point”. Avery Acosta and Thomas Zandere are listed under “has not said fuck before, but can if so desired”. Marcus Delenitor is listed under “has not said fuck before, and refuses to say it”. Alex Katt is listed under “legally cannot say fuck”. End ID]

hmm oc curse word chart