#oc: deepling

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Irene pants softly, leaning heavily against the obsidian blade that swirled with Nightmare Energy. She could feel the Comets floating just near her, no doubt eyeing her with worry.

"They're endless," she finally says, letting the sword vanish in a mist of black particles. She sits down on the ground abruptly. The Comets float down to rest on her lap. "These Twilight thingies.. Gods, they just keep coming."

She looks down from the cliffside she was sat on. Down below, deep gorges were in the rocky earth, along with remains of countless things that Nightmare King had told her were called the Twilight.

She could hardly care, though. Dream King and the Stars had collapsed after their arrival of them, and nothing she, Nightmare King, and the Comets would do could wake them. Irene remembers weeping for a long, long while over Dream King's unconscious body.

Deepling can't help but let out a worried hum. "Maybe we should head back.. you're exhausted." The navy blue comet quickly floats around her.

Darkling nods her coal black body. "We really should. You're pushing yourself too far."

Irene grunts softly as she slowly forces her aching body up. Her legs shake a bit under her as she glares down at the area below the cliffside.

Slowly, her body relaxes. She closes her eyes a bit. ".. yeah, okay."

She turns, her cloak flipping in the wind as she summons a portal to the Nightmare Realm. The Comets follow her inside, and it closes behind her.

Floating rocks and ragged peaks form the realm, dense, and dark fog rolling. Gravel crunches beneath her shoes as she sighs heavily, closing her eyes.

"The Ruinous and the Bright looking into these guys worry me," she mutters to the Comets.

Darkling floats around her. "We should be more worried about the Ruinous, yeah?"

"Probably."

Once they arrive at the large crater where the king of nightmares rests, Irene slides down the side. She discards her cape as she walks over to the resting God, and rests against his side.

The Comets snuggle beside her, and Nightmare King curls around them.

Only the soft crashing of waves from the distant Dream Realm were heard.

[barrenclan]

"The Death of BarrenClan: Part One"

First blood.

It'll become clear soon, but not all of Defiance is here - there are around 100 members in the group in total, and only about twenty here today. But it seems like a lot to the cats.

Also, Prowl did kill Mallowstar by snapping his neck, but I understand it may not be obvious in the art because I didn't want to look at pictures of broken necks for reference. Regardless he died near instantly.

He did his best.

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[imoutfishin]

Oc Redesigns

[astraviolasororia]

An (inclusive) list of French endearments to use in your works

This list can be used by both French-speakers and non-French-speakers; As a French-speaker, it's taken me a while to get accustomed to inclusive speech because it feels really off sometimes, specifically in speech, because the inclusive terms are new words, and not something we've always had in the language (like, for example, the singular they), so this can serve as a guide for that.

Endearments to use when addressing a character who uses feminine terms

Darling -> "Chérie"

My darling -> "Ma chérie"

My darling -> "Ma chérie"

Dear* -> "Chère"

My dear -> "Ma chère"

My dear -> "Ma chère "

My friend -> "Mon amie"

The following two are never used in English but are regularly used in French. I've especially heard it said from parents to their children.

Treasure -> "Trésor"

My treasure -> "Mon trésor"

Endearments to use when addressing a character who uses masculine terms

Darling -> "Chéri"

My darling -> "Mon chéri"

My darling -> "Mon chéri"

Dear* -> "Cher"

My dear -> "Mon cher"

My dear -> "Mon cher "

My friend -> "Mon ami"

Treasure -> "Trésor"

My treasure -> "Mon trésor"

Regarding characters who use gender-neutral terms

French does not have any official gender-neutral terms. We typically consider the default to be masculine, but this is considered misogynist by many, so some have come up with some gender neutral variants for pronouns and such, but they aren't commonly used all that much. That being said, here are some alternatives to the binary you could explore:

Darling -> "Chéri.e"

My darling -> "Maon/man chéri.e"

My darling -> "Maon/man chéri.e"

Dear* -> For this one specifically, I propose a combination of the feminine and masculine forms; "Chèr"

My dear -> "Maon/man chèr"

My dear -> "Maon/man chèr "

My friend -> "Mon ami.e"

Treasure -> "Trésor"

My treasure -> "Mon trésor"

If you want to further read on inclusivity in French, here's a document I found, written by DiverGenres, going into further detail about inclusive language in French

*: This translation of "dear" can be used both as a noun and an adjective (for instance, you can have A address B by "cher/chère/chèr" or "cher/chère/chèr B")

[suncklet]

What the fuck i never posted this thang

[meepleech]

silly oc [redesign]

[gelate-blossoms]

Hello! Welcome to my original characters' blog!! Hoorah ^^

Main blog is meepleech (I mainly just reblog stuff there lol)

I don't really draw my ocs allat much, but I hope y'all like them anyway!

Below is gunna be some basic info on the world and the main characters a.k.a. the main ocs imma use!

The world is set in a 2019-esc fantasy type of thing! Although the year is canonically around 1800's.

The history is very different from our world though.. I'm explaining that when it comes!

When I say fantasy, I mean fantasy! There's humans, centaurs, satyrs, elves and everything else! Why? I unno I thought it was cool.

The main four characters are Rose Petal, Jelly Gellathene, Jello Gellathene and Daisy Petal Jr. Don't make fun of their names, I named em back in 2021 and now I am attached to it.

The Petals are siblings and so are the other two.

This is Rose Petal!

He's a cis man who uses he/him pronouns! He is homosexual and 28 years old!

As per current times in the canon universe, he is married to Jelly Gellathene, who will be shown below~

Jelly Gellathene!!!

He's a cis man who uses he/him pronouns. He's pansexual, demiromantic and 28 years old, although older than Rose.

Current universe and time, he's married to Rose <3

He is twins with Jello Gellathene who shall be next muahhahahhaa

Jello Gellathene!!!

She's a trans woman who uses she/her pronouns! She's lesbian and 28 years old!

Twins with Jelly and currently isn't dating anyone! (Originally dating Daisy Jr., but due to a change in both their personalities, I changed it!)

Daisy Petal Jr.!

She's a cis woman who uses she/her pronouns! She's a closeted and in denial lesbian and 30 years old.

Currently dating no one, although wishes to have a partner. Her brother is Rose Petal, who is younger. (Like I have said before, she was supposed to be dating Jello but, I changed it.)

There's more characters that I have made, like the one who shall not be named (aka my most hated oc), Rosaine, Agatha, Asha, Karae and Gyorga! I doodled them on my spam account on insta~

That is about it for everyone! Until I fully expand everything about the world, this is it for now! If you would like to find more, my oc tag on instagram is #meepleech_ocs, although the doodles are horrible because they're old lmfao.

[trapped-in-a-doodle]

What a cute mother and daughter moment! Why do they look like that though? HEHEHEHEHE first mini comic guys wish me luck

[qrites]

Miguel's event

I'll be posting some of my spiderverse written stuff over here. Most of it will be canonxoc. For I too have been entrapped by the large pathetic man.

TW: Sad themes Word Count: 1,329

She recalls that day so vividly, how all of the colors in the sky and following surroundings glitched and faded in and out like a un-steady heartbeat.

"Hurry!" Mae-Hui shouted out as she swung by, heels running across the bricks of the nearby building before jumping off and landing beside a civilian. Helping them up as they slowly glitched in turn. "Peter! Miguel! Hurry up! It's getting closer!" She shouted out as she led the charge. Catching people and setting them on the ground before halting in the middle of the road. Her eyes going wide in that bright white light the encompassed most of the sky.

It was such a mesmerizing display of colors that she couldn't even name them. Just as she couldn't name the thousands of people who were glitching and withering on the cold hard ground. The view denting into her mind as she took it all in.

At the sound of a familiar voice, screaming out in fear she snapped back to view the three familiar shapes running to her.

"Mae-Hui!" The soft brunette called out to her. "Open a portal!" Vocal cords already horsed from trying to out shout the prayers to gods that were no longer there to listen.

Stepping closer to hear better she saw where the scream came from as Miguel charged forward with a badly glitching Gabriella in his arms. Whispering something she couldn't see as the girl cried in terror and pain. "What!?" Making her own way to them she called out. Worry setting in as she watched the girl flicker in and out before her own eyes.

"Get the portal! Now!" Reiterating as loud as he could while watching her come closer. Peter quickly turned back to see what exactly had her coming closer to them.

"It'll be okay, I promise, it'll be okay sweetie." Miguel whispered to the young girl.

Gabriella just flinched as another flash of electric jolted her frying senses. "Papa, why is this happening?" Tears filling her eyes as she looked at him for some security. Anything at all just to give a reasoning behind this unfamiliar sensation.

As buildings began to crumble around them is when it truly happened. She was just there- *right there*.

How Miguel slowly collapsed and fell onto his knees. While still clutching onto the air of where Gabriella had been, silent steady streams of tears falling down his face as he gazed at the nothingness in his hands. Fingers twitching in a reflex effort of his mind trying to understand and grasp what had just happened before him. His shoulders squared as he hunched in on himself. Claws clutching into the concreate below him as his breathing slowly became erratic.

It took only seconds and she was beside him, a hand in-between his shoulder blades as she looked to him. Watching as his tears stained the ground and begin to glitch against the concrete. A deep hyperventilating breath came out of him. Looking up to Peter for a brief moment is when she heard the unholy shriek pierce her ears as Miguel's crying turns to howls between curses amongst the already shattered home of the sweltering streets.

What was she meant to do? Tentative in her touch on his arm she tried to bring him back up. They couldn't stay there as it was. They would eventually fade away too.

Peter looks to them both as he runs over his face sturdy yet full of shock as he saw them on their knees with nothing but the air to grasp between their hands. "We need to go!" He announces, eyes jumping up and back down from the situation behind them. The sight of Miguel shattering the image he had built for himself.

Miguel didn't respond just bared his teeth as he dug further into the slowly evaporating ground. *Why did it have to be her?* *Why did it HAVE to be her!?* Why not *him*?

Mae-Hui looked at Peter as he shouted towards them to get up- to move! Only to look back at the fading hellscape they were currently in before finally settling on the weeping form of Miguel. The once strong hero now just a man in the face of something much bigger than him. Softly she snuck her way under his arm, putting his over her shoulder. [1] "Por favor, de pie." A whisper in his ear as she put a hand on his waist and slowly lifted him up.

He covered his eyes as the tears continued to fall as she turned to Peter and nodded to him to get the other side. Trying to jostle between the overtly large man she pressed her comm device. A portal of orange and blue hues presenting itself before them as the sound Miguel's sorrows turned into silent weeping.

She didn't know what to say but the look Peter gave her as he took the other side of Miguel's large frame told her just enough that she wasn't alone in her concerns.

Three days later

Miguel had gone promptly to his room in the compound. Something he hadn't touched in weeks- possibly months beforehand. Neither Mae-Hui or Peter had seen much of him and Lyla was slowly coming back online. The glitches had even begun to affect her apparent when the collapse happened.

The woman of orange and yellow hues popping in and out of consciousness as her systems slowly re-emerged. That was the first sign of Miguel being alright that either had seen.

With his own universe to go to Peter looked to Mae-Hui to tend to their friend as he returned home to take care of things there.

"Miguel?" Quieter than a mouse at church as the knocking of her knuckles against the metal frame balanced the sound out. "Miguel, it's me- we don't need to talk. Just." She stopped speaking as she gently placed her forehead against the cold metal. Trying to think of anything that might sway him without digging his grave for him. Brown eyes glanced at the plate in her hand, it was filled with some empanadas that she knew he had liked once before. Though she worried he might not like them currently. *At least it was something.*

"Can I at least put this by the door? Inside?" A quiet plea as she whispered to the void, standing silent as she watched a shadow from under the doors crack grow closer. [2] "¿Por favor?" As if she was trying to coax a skittish cat out of an alleyway.

What felt like ages as the silent grew between them fell like a single drop of rain in a otherwise clear sky. The door opening just enough for a rough, clawed hand to stretch out for the plate. Her eyes grew wide as if she was witnessing it in slow motion. Taking in the scared and bruised finger tips, a long and gruesome looking marking on his wrist. His nails chipped and cracked were covered in something dark and dry- she tried not to assume what it was but she knew. Eyes glancing up at to where she thought his face would be. The sorrow in her eyes matching dimming stars of the night sky as her mouth opened up as to speak. Just to close them once again, handing him the plate as something does come forth from her lips.

[3] "Gracias. Volveré con agua, la dejaré junto a la puerta, ¿de acuerdo?."

This repeated for sometime until finally Miguel emerged one day as she was coming to feed him. His favorite she discovered after the few weeks of doing this. Cleaning his mess of a room, taking care of what wounds he would allow. She was there, patient and waiting for him to come on his own as he certainly did.

He didn't say a thing, neither did she- especially not about her room now being close by.

She cared for him when no one else could or would.

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English Translate: [1] "Please stand." [2] "Please?" [3] "Thank you. I'll come back with water, I'll leave it by the door, okay?".

[vaniliens]

Ok maybe calling myself a variation of 'You' in Indo would be funny

[forthedancingandthethriving]

THIS WONT LEAVE MY HEAD. PIXEL RPG GAME. WITH THESE GUYS. IT WOMT LEAVE MY HEAD RAAAAH.

Idk if I'll ever expand on this, but I needed to get it out (Part 2, Part 3)

Nightmare King

Pretty plain and simple. He's a culmination of nightmares, and his form never really stays the same. Right now, he's chosen a large wolf as his main form, which is a dark navy blue. One thing always stays constant with him, is his peiricing yellow eyes and his black crown made of jagged deepstone with a red ruby as its centerpiece.

He's very brash and rude, oftentimes being snarky and sarcastic, but this is because of the stereotypes placed upon him by those that have seen him. He feels like anyone will take him seriously if he plays into how they expect him to act, so he does. But beneath all that is someone who longs for actual connection.

He has dominion over nightmares, darkness, the night, and the moon in his world.

Deepling and Darkling

His two minions, proudly named by Nightmare King. They're small comets, and Deepling (she/her) is the navy blue comet, while Darkling (she/her) is the coal black comet. Nightmare King treats them both very well and would rather die than ever harm them. Both of them know that he's a good person beneath all his troublesome ways, and they hope to help him see that he doesn't need to be this way.

They speak in turn, finishing the others sentence. They have a telepathic link as well, able to alert the other to anything going on. They're both soft spoken, and always have an eye out for making sure their King accomplishes his goals.

Dream King

Plain and simple as well. He's a culmination of dreams, and his form is always changing. Currently, he has the form of a very, very fluffy cat with a mane that more resembles a fur boa. His colors are a soft purple and blue, and his eyes are always closed. The only constant of him is his white crown made of quartz with a green emerald as its centerpiece.

He's kind and soft-spoken. He and his friends often put a stop to Nightmare King's schemes and plans. However, he knows that what his counterpart does is all a farce and a mask to hide how he truly feels. Dream King is more than willing to accept the other with open arms once Nightmare Sorts himself out.

He has dominion over dreams, light, the day, and the sun.

Brightlet and Brightlight

Dream King's friends, taking on the appearance of small starts! Brightlet (he/him) is a neon yellow, while Brightlight (he/him) is a neon orange! Both are excitable and friendly, very much extroverts and wanting to make new friends. They often end up speaking over each other, but they can always get their point across.

Sleep Sovereign

The Embodiment of Sleep. Has been asleep after creating Nightmare King and Dream King and will likely never wake up anytime soon. They have the form of a giant sheep and rest in a realm made of clouds.

Irene Emeril

A young girl with the ability to invoke either Nightmare King or Dream King's powers, and only Sleep Sovereign's if the situation is absolutely dire. She's around 13, though she has the entire weight of the world on her back.

Her Earth is currently being threatened by The Ruinous and The Bright, two organizations that want to carry out Nightmare King's and Dream King's 'agendas' personally. Despite.. not being able to contact either of them.

With the help of the respective kings and their underlings, Irene sets out to not only save her Earth but also figure out how to stop the two deities from trying to adopt her. (She doesn't have the best home life, and both are LIVID over it.) And also figure out how she can invoke their powers.

(It comes from the fact that her ancestor was just a genuine person with the two deities, and the duo shared a small fragment of their power with the ancestor. It's never explained how Sleep Sovereign's powers are with Irene. At least not until I figure it out.)

[thegreatcrowdragon]

I finally named her, she is Anya

“You reek of oil, bug. Do you even wash?”

“You smell like fish constantly. バカな鳥だ.”

“Hmph. Вороватый жучок.”

[shinuryoxx]

pairing/s: mentioned (past) player 196/kang mi-na x male!oc, platonic!male!oc x female!oc, slight thanos x male!oc, slight nam-gyu x male!oc, slight myung-gi x male!oc, slight thangyu

cw: dead dove: do not eat, unreliable narrator, canon divergence, slow burn, canon-typical violence, mature language, brief use of the 'f' slur, modern-day references, use of firearms, canonical character death, description of death, description of blood and gore, brief mentions of undiagnosed mental illness if you squint, slight body shaming, brief mentions of drug use, emotional manipulation

a/n: i used deepl for some translations, so i apologize in advance for any incorrect information provided.

word count: 3,752

italics in narration = thoughts

italics in dialogue = word emphasis

bold in narration = word emphasis

bold in dialogue = non-korean language

translation/s = (¹) young gentleman, (²) fucking faggots

➌ 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 __

ִ┈┈┈┈˖ ࣪⊹ ִ┈┈┈┈ ♰ ┈┈┈┈ ⊹ ִֶָ𓂅˖ ࣪⊹

𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 click can be heard from when the green double doors unlock and open. players immediately start piling into the field, as well as angelo with kira hot on his tail. he's forced to squint his eyes. the facility's lights are nothing compared to the natural brightness of the day.

“welcome to the first game. all players, please wait a moment on the field. let me repeat. all players, please wait a moment on the field.”

“hey, señorito¹.” angelo tenses up as a certain purple-haired man comes up from behind him, and slings an arm around his shoulder like they're good friends. having been talking to kira prior to being interrupted, the filipino shoots su-bong an annoyed glare out of the corner of his eyes. angelo doesn't bother actually facing him. why would he if this random guy doesn't deserve it?

“don't you know who i am?”

“am i supposed to?" without much care, angelo shoves su-bong's arm off his shoulders, not hiding his obvious disinterest in the other player. however, that doesn't seem to deter the purple-haired man at all. whether su-bong simply brushed it off, thinking he's playing hard to get, or just doesn't care, angelo can't tell, nor can he be bothered enough to think deeply about it.

“not really,” su-bong toothily grins before pointing a tattooed finger at angelo then at himself while wiggling his eyebrows. “we can get to know each other. tell me about yourself.”

“you first,”

angelo knows, already hearing the voice of regret whispering in the back of his mind, the moment the corner of su-bong's mouth quirks up that he should've picked a different dialogue option. that mischievous smile splits and a rap made directly on the spot erupts from the purple-haired man.

“♪ in the sea of faces, you caught my eye ♪—”

“all right. nevermind. that's a wrap.” pinching the bridge of his nose, angelo swiftly cuts in before the second-hand embarrassment gets worse. he doesn't need to peer at kira beside him to know she's holding back her laughter. well, would you look at that? she can have manners. sometimes.

angelo hurriedly clasps his hand together with kira's, ready to get away from this weirdo when the blonde is pushed to the side by none other than su-bong's little lapdog. “woah, there. where do you think you're going, hm? don't you know who that is?” a pair of hands rest on the filipino's shoulders, drawing harsh circles through the cheap fabric of his uniform.

“i frankly don't care.” angelo's dark eyes hardened with the perfect mimicry of annoyance. geez, do people not know personal space nowadays? nam-gyu's face twists into something ugly, clearly not taking kindly to his attitude. “hold on,” as if sensing a fight about to brew between the two, su-bong holds up his tattooed hand and effectively prevents the situation from escalating further.

puzzlement knits nam-gyu's eyebrows together, and it doesn't take two for angelo to pick up on his lack of knowledge of the english language. “the purple teletubby said you're unsightly.” the filipino kindly assists with the translation. though, nam-gyu can see right through his bullshit. “yeah, right. you inbred prick—”

“come on now. what's with the hostility? nam-su, apologize to the gentleman.” hilariously enough, su-bong seems to take angelo's side rather than his self-proclaimed friend. the filipino finds amusement at the betrayed look nam-gyu offers the older male, reminded of a dog being reprimanded by its owner.

nam-gyu, for his part, replaces his disgruntled features with a forced easy-going smile. “heh, what?”

“you heard me, nam-su.”

“nam-gyu,”

“whatever. nam-gyu.”

with a purse of his lips at the purple-haired man's dismissal, nam-gyu scrutinizes the barely contained smugness that has overtaken angelo's face, who merely peers at him expectantly. oh, how much nam-gyu just wishes to scratch out those eerily empty eyes. pretty boy or not.

angelo was sure the man with the short bob wouldn't go through with it, but nam-gyu surprised him by actually managing to swallow down his pride. “i'm… sorry, okay?” wow, how genuine and heartfelt, the filipino deadpans at the half-assed apology.

“i’m not,” satisfied with crushing another man's ego like it's a goal in his life's to-do list, angelo decides to discard the leech clinging to him and stabs his heel into nam-gyu's foot, making sure to dig his own into the sensitive tendon and bone nice and sharp for good measure. nam-gyu releases the filipino as expected and grits out an agonized hiss as he stands on one foot and clutches the other.

angelo struts away triumphantly, hands in his pockets while kira follows suit with her own pep in her step. although, she's still feeling petty about being swatted to the side as easily as one does to a mere insect, so she may or may not have intentionally bumped shoulders with an already out of balanced nam-gyu.

kira's sassy remark dies on the tip of her tongue once she catches sight of the two men a bit too close to each other for comfort and to be considered hetero. the blonde stares… and stares even more with as much judgment as she can muster. “homo yarō do mome²…”

jolting away from su-bong's steady hold on him as though the touch burns and scalds, nam-gyu's lips draw back in a snarl. “what did you just say?”

“what did you hear?” kira grins mockingly in turn.

“i'd rather not repeat it.” mouth set on a thin line, nam-gyu snaps back instead, firstly because he hadn't understood what she'd say and secondly since he's certain it'd been a jab to further grate on his nerves.

the japanese woman only scoffs, then unabashedly holds up her middle finger as she turns on her heel and leaves with a sing-songy tone. “well, then i guess we'll never know~”

…

“that bitch—”

“what's that?”

“an oversized doll, it seems like.” angelo impassively notes, leaning a bit forward and squinting at the figure mi-na's pointing to at the far end of the sunny field. “whose idea was it to dress the poor thing like that? that orange overall skirt and yellow t-shirt clash together like a rabbit's front teeth.” disgust gleams strongly in kira's hazel eyes, her arms folded under her chest.

mi-na is immediately there to back her up, “right?”

seagulls can be faintly heard squawking somewhere in the far distance, but what halts the most participants’ noisy chattering is the deafening boom of the entrance clanking shut behind them. that should've been enough warning for them to start questioning things like before instead of turning a blind eye at the promise of moolah, a huge sum at that.

unfortunately, angelo's no better than the people in the room with him. he's already as blind as he is without his glasses anyway.

“the first game is red light, green light. cross the finish line without getting caught in five minutes. if you do, you pass.”

“psshh, that's easy—” kira rests her hands on her hips. she's basically won already, there's no debate.

“everyone!” a man, player 456 and one of the many who'd spoken up during the earlier discussion at the dormitory, panickedly brushes by anyone in his path to get to the front of the herd of players. he yells and flails his arms agitatedly. angelo admits that it's an effective way of attracting their attention. that's for sure.

“everyone, listen up! pay attention! listen carefully! this is not just a game! if you lose the game… you die!” additionally, it's also a one-way ticket to be perceived as a mad man as the tense silence shortly fills with men and women alike ridiculing the older man.

a disbelieving scoff here.

“what is he saying?” a mistrustful chuckle there.

“hey! what are you talking about? we're going to die playing red-light, green-light?” and finally a skeptical query.

player 456 seems awfully determined, though, and doesn't shrink under the suspicion he receives. “yes, that's right! if they catch you moving, they will kill you. they will shoot you from somewhere!”

“that guy must be drunk.” mi-na voices with a tiny smirk.

“or high,” angelo gives his two cents.

“or both,” giggling softly, kira pipes up next.

“—that dolls eyes are motion detectors!”

that finally causes angelo to pause in thought. hm, he wouldn't be at all surprised if it actually turns out to be a robot ‘cause if he remembers correctly, the ‘it’ has to turn away or cover their eyes for the game to work. gouging out the two women's reactions on either side of him, angelo predicts them not taking the older man seriously by now… and he's right.

“you have to believe me!” the more player 456 pleads and persists, the more others continue to make cruel comments. angelo can almost pity the man. almost.

a low whirring emanates from the giant doll as it stiffly and slowly turns to face the leafless tree. huh, would you look at that. the thing really is a robot, angelo muses with a dry snort. “do not be alarmed or panic! no matter what happens, do not panic and start running!” the filipino's ears are starting to hurt from all his incessant yammering.

“obviously,” not being the only person to be fed up, kira throws her head back and groans impatiently. aren't they supposed to be playing games and not uselessly running your mouth? she can compose a long list of all the other stuff she could be doing at the moment with more value than whatever comes out of that boomer's mouth.

“let the game begin.” and with that, the five-minute timer activates. finally.

“♪ green light, red light ♪”

“oh, that's not creepy…” kira mutters sarcastically, ceasing her movements just like everyone else when the doll faces them yet again. her comment earns her a quiet “shut up,” from angelo and repressed sniggers from a subtly shaking mi-na.

“freeze!” and each player grudgingly does as told. “well done! you just need to stay calm like this! we just have to move and stop at the right time. then we can all win. we can survive together!”

“♪ green light, red light ♪”

“freeze!” another advice from player 456. “don't move and stay still! just relax! speak with your mouth covered. it's dangerous.”

“♪ green light, red light ♪”

“freeze!”

for the next couple of seconds, it's all but a repeat of the same god awful, child-like singing from the female doll and the deep voice spouting ceaseless command after command roughly five or more times. nobody exactly makes the effort to keep count when they're more concerned about their matching goal of winning the first out of the six games they'd be playing.

angelo uses this opportunity to allow his gaze to wander as it pleases while it's still relatively peaceful. almost more than half of the five-minute timer has passed… or he hopes he's seeing that right. either way, every participant seems to be pretty determined. the sharp lines of his jaws clench a slight. that's not good. mr. square mask might not have spelled out the details of how the prize money is planned to be distributed, but angelo has a feeling less players in the game would work better in his favor.

“a bee?!”

a sigh passes through angelo's pierced nose.

nonetheless, if mi-na had even intent on having a lick of money to pay off the debt she's so adamant not to bring up, she should've known better than to let a measly insect ruin her chances so early on… angelo takes his musings back. it's actually quite in character for her.

“bang!”

the scent of metal trickles in the air little by little, staining the fresh air of the sea nearby. getting (and still being) involved with shady business, angelo is no stranger to a gunshot, and definitely not one so close. the memories it resurfaces aren't necessary to say the least.

out the corner of his eye, angelo can make out kira's taller figure reactively flinching as mi-na, a grotesque hole now making home right on the center of her pale forehead, limply drops to the rough floor beside her. the red bleeds like wine spilled on white cloth, and it paints a twisted image on the blonde's milky skin.

warm — is what first pops in angelo's head. fresh blood is always warm at first.

the filipino can't say the same about mi-na's eyes, though. for once, they lack the warmth and comfort they've always held. for once, what leers back matches the dullness in his own.

“player 196, eliminated.”

right, the game.

and just like that, the calm before the storm had just ended. all it took was a simple turn of the head, gaze zeroing on the brunette's corpse, and at long last… a female shriek.

…

dumbasses.

angelo deadpans, teeth lightly nipping the inside of his cheek as his nose crinkled judgmentally. absolute fucking dumbasses. what were the odds that player 456 wasn't actually some schizophrenic old man? of course, no one could've known for sure, but still. if the objective is not to move then don't move for fuck's sake.

easier said than done, apparently.

side-eyeing kira, angelo can tell she's just one wrong move away from being another body on the ground as the rest of the other game participants. it's a stark reminder to the filipino that; yes, she and everyone else are human beings with thoughts and feelings. normal human beings, a voice helpfully supplies from somewhere in his mind. something angelo isn't and never will be. he's come to accept that with no shame.

“no! don't move!” player 456 pleads oh so desperately, yet gunshot after gunshot is fired for every second the doll spots the tiniest of movement.

“freeze!” comes a last-ditch shout. not a peep can be heard. and for a second, you might feel like you can finally let out a breath of relief…

“bang!”

another body meets the earth.

“let me repeat. you can move forward while the tagger shouts, ‘green light, red light’. if your movement is detected afterward, you will be eliminated.” the woman on the pa robotically states.

“♪ green light, red light ♪”

while everyone else keeps their feet rooted in place, angelo is already taking multiple steps forward, his legs as nimble as can be. he doesn't get far before the doll turns back around.

“♪ green light, red light ♪”

oh, for fuck's sake. angelo has to give himself a pat on the back for successfully suppressing an eye roll later. with a low grunt, the filipino turns and marches back towards a still-frozen kira, his fingers curling firmly around her left wrist. he proceeds to roughly haul her in front of him, uncaring if she ends up stumbling or not. “move your flat ass if you want to live.”

that seems to finally bring kira back to reality.

“flat?! i'll have you know my ass is anything but flat!” leave it to the blonde to prioritize her precious buttocks in a life or death situation.

at least, angelo isn't the only sensible person in the area as player 456 rushes ahead the unmoving crowd, too. “hm,” an observant hum emits from the filipino's chest when he catches sight of su-bong hurriedly shoveling something into his mouth. so that's his poison.

just before angelo spins back the right direction, his eyes, emptied of human emotion as always, connects with a particular ex-youtuber's own. he merely jerks his head at the timer's direction. “the clock's ticking,” angelo's gaze reminds, to which myung-gi's forehead creases in response to.

why are you trying to help me? myung-gi attempts to communicate with a look as well, but angelo has already faced the other way.

“you will also die if you don't make it there in time! that doll is a motion detector! but it can't detect motion that's not visible to it! get behind someone bigger than you! like you're doing ‘follow the leader’! we're running out of time! we've got to move!”

as player 456 carries on with playing hero, many participants glance over and watch him freely wave his left hand behind his back without getting a bullet lodged in any part of his body. angelo can more or less see the gears turning in each head, some of their previously disbelieving gazes being replaced with a sense of gratefulness for the older man's purposeful help.

it appears to encourage the players to get over the fear that grips at their hearts in favor of making it out alive because one by one, they finally start moving from their places as soon as the doll allows them to, doing as adviced and forming long lines.

wow. angelo almost wants to applaud player 456 for his determination.

“seriously?”

“what? he did say to get behind someone bigger.” angelo gives the faintest shrug of his shoulders, smugly glaring holes into the back of kira's head. “find someone else to be your damn shield!” she hisses back.

ah. so she's still bitter about the comment about her bottom.

a dry snort leaves angelo. “if you say so,” he ambles past her at the next green light, and as predicted, footsteps quickly follow him, not even a second later. “wait— don't leave me behind!”

“what the hell?” cries out a random man.

the duo's attention is grabbed by the sound of bodies hitting the ground, accompanied by thunderous bangs.

“bye~” su-bong coos mockingly, arms outstretched in front of him as an impish smirk paints his lips.

“fucking psychopath,” kira openly grimaces at the purple-haired man's actions. however, angelo doesn't pay her any mind, too busy upholding the staring contest he has somehow got himself into with the other man. su-bong, for his part, seems eager to see the filipino's reaction. like a puppy after performing a trick for it's master, awaiting any hint of approval.

unfortunately for the purple-haired player, angelo is the wrong person to turn to for praise. scoffing under his breath, he blankly studies su-bong for barely another second before pressing on with his goal of reaching the finish line.

“race you there,”

“why you little—”

“i thought people with longer legs were supposed to be faster.” angelo releases an exaggerated sigh, leaning against the enormous, leafless fake tree with his arms crossed over his chest as he shakes his head in faux disappointment.

“oh, shut your trap. i was trying not to get killed along the way!” seeking to catch her breath, kira's chest rises and falls rapidly, and she shoots him a mean scowl from where she's hunched over under the sun.

this time angelo doesn't hold himself back from rolling his eyes to the back of his head. boredom swiftly overtakes his features while he surveys the sunny field still packed with hundreds of participants. it makes the filipino briefly wonder about the prize money and how much would be accumulated at the end of this game.

eh, who knows. mr. square guard will reveal it at some point.

“mi-na…”

angelo lifts an eyebrow at kira, who he's just noticed became uncharacteristically quiet. naturally, he understands what she's referring to, despite having only uttered his ex-girlfriend's name.

“there's no use crying over spoiled milk.” is all angelo replies with.

that didn't seem to be the right thing to say since kira is quick to turn to him with a livid expression, a vein popping on her neck. “...‘no use crying over spoiled milk’? angelo, mi-na just died right in front of us, and you're telling me to just… forget about it?! she was my friend! fuck, i know you've never been the empathetic type, but, like— come on, really?”

“crying over her loss isn't going to bring her back,” angelo counters, his mouth set in a hard line. “so it'd serve you better to focus on more fruitful things, like surviving the game if you want to earn money to pay off whatever debt you’ve kept secret from min-jun.”

the mere mention of their boss is enough to win the blonde over; angelo can tell from the way the hardened edges of her honey eyes soften like butter and her tense posture slips.

kira doesn't respond. she never does whenever angelo oh so obviously wins an argument against her.

but that's all right. he knows exactly how to play her like a fiddle.

“let's go!”

ah. angelo had nearly forgotten about the game.

peering back up from where he rests, the filipino draws his lower lip between his teeth as player after player skips over the red finish line. ugh, so much for peace and quiet.

“♪ green light, red light ♪”

all it takes is a small stumble and two more gunshots ring out.

“it wasn't me. she pushed me. i didn't move! it was her. i didn't move.” angelo doesn't even flinch at the following bang.

“player 444, eliminated.”

what angelo didn't anticipate is for player 456 to suddenly lurch forward and past the finish line once more when the timer's already on 30 seconds, much less for the evidently eliminated player 444 to actually still be very much alive and breathing on the floor.

angelo had thought that elimination meant being killed on the spot; it's what the older man had told them, too. so it's either that bit of information is false or whoever is shooting them has horrible air… or it's on purpose.

the realization causes the filipino's lax posture to straighten.

oh. now, that's an interesting thought.

lacking anything else better to do as the clock ticks away, angelo watches player 456 heave the fallen man and sling his arm over his shoulder. his mouth twitched amusedly when another person, player 120, comes to his aid.

they're the last remaining players before the red finish line, and the air is thick with tension as the doll spins around a final time.

5 seconds left.

“i bet you a new pack of marlboro they won't make it.” kira finally decides to speak up beside him.

“♪ green light, red light ♪”

the moment the doll gives the green flag, all three participants lunge onwards. as if time had slowed down, every onlooker holds their breath in anticipation… but no gunshot sounds out.

“thanks for the new cigs,” angelo snorts dryly at the chagrined groan and middle finger he receives.

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦

♱ 𝟬𝟬

♱ 𝟬𝟭

♱ 𝟬𝟮

♱ 𝟬𝟰

♱ 𝟬𝟱

♱ 𝟬𝟲

♱ 𝟬𝟳

♱ 𝟬𝟴

♱ 𝟬𝟵

♱ 𝟭𝟬

end

[tamayula-hl]

TAMA IT'S YOUR DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE WE WANT TO SEE!! It's no matter if cultural values are different - because the story you want to write is filtered through YOUR lens, the characters are interpreted through your lens only, a.k.a. you set the philosophical/cultural context of your story regardless of the original context your source material is based on. If you use your SebxOC dynamic (you have already explained her background in your OC posts), the dual cultural values will actually factor in your story in an extremely fitting manner.

I would really, really like to see things your way, or even how you interpet a foreign value system in your story. This is one of the reasons I think you don't need to be writing in English! I know it is discouraging to know people are losing the nuances of your work by putting it through a translator, because there are subtleties to every language which cannot be caught when translated ('male' and 'female' speech, choosing a level of distance/formality, relation of the individual self to the mass public etc.), but please know we will try to catch on as well as we can! Don't dilute your work for us, even if you feel the need to - it's the reader's job to interpret the text, not the author's to explain it!

I'm excited to read everything you write - writing is never useless in a fandom. You never know if what you write is exactly what someone wants to read!! GO TAMA!!

Aww, I'm really grateful and happy to receive such strong words of encouragement. Thank you so much🙇‍ I want to write a novel about the charm of the Wizarding World and HL characters seen through the perspective and values ​​of Sakurako, a typical Japanese person, and the dynamics of how a woman with Japanese values ​​interacts with Sebastian, and as you say, I think that if I were to write a novel in this fandom, I would have to use these differences in values ​​as a weapon.

And it was really encouraging to hear you say that I can just submit the novel in Japanese. However, if I take the time to write and post a novel, I want as many people as possible to read it, and considering that almost no one has read the Japanese novels I have posted in the past, I think I may need to translate the novel into English for my own sake 🥹

And because sentences that maintain the style of a Japanese novel will end up in English that are quite strange and incomprehensible even if I use DeepL or ChatGPT (mainly sentences that are considered more beautiful when omitting the subject, which is unique to Japanese, are a huge hurdle when translating into English), I think I will write Japanese sentences that are easy for machines to read, such as ChatGPT, and that clearly state the subject (and that are very strange and unrefined from a Japanese speaker's perspective).

Sentences that are refined as Japanese while retaining the unique nuances of a Japanese novel and sentences that are easy to translate into machine translation are completely different, and it is a very difficult choice to decide which one to discard. Should I post both the original Japanese version and the English translation? 🤣 Anyway, this language barrier is really bothering and bothering me.

If I had English skills, this problem would be almost solved, but I regret and feel ashamed that I didn't study English as hard as I could for the past two years. First of all, I'm going to start by writing out the lines that appear in HL's main quest line and Seb's quest line in English, reading their meanings, and memorizing them. 🥹 I have to continue studying art, and this is the beginning of days where I will have to cut down on my eating and sleeping time even more. 💪

[bogcreacher]

sorry if it’s obvious haha but do you have a specific place we can learn about your ocs?? The theophobia piece has greatly intrigued me… the dragon beast has such a cool design

thank you! my toyhouse is probably the best place, but it’s still very much a work in progress and I’ve barely uploaded the dragonfall characters there… sorry! :,) in the mean time I’m happy to field any questions bout em… I’ve been dying to talk about my silly deeple….

[khazemya]

Hi! Since last year, I rewatch Beyblade original series and, God... I missed this series so MUCH!!!!

15 years ago, I created original characters about Bakuten Shoot Beyblade, but I never shared my babies... I left Beyblade many years before I started sharing my art on the internet, so... Plus, in France, the original Beyblade series was lost. Since 2006, I've never seen the episodes on TV again, and chances are the French recordings have been destroyed...

But I cherised this series in my heart all this time and never forgot it. And fortunately, I recently found episodes in VOSTFR!! Well, it was quite strange at the beginning, cuz I'm used to French voices (Kai's French voice, aaaah~ *blushes*)

SO! As I rewatch the series, I reworked on my little OCs ! :D I don't know if there are many active fans of Bakuten Shoot Beyblade here, but I want to share my babies~

I created a team of 5 beybladers, the Wild Children, and their coach. :) Unfortunately, I only have sketches about them, cuz I'm really busy IRL and I don't have much time to draw them properly... But it coming soon! :D

Each Beyblader has a Bit-Beast and I distinguish the Bey and the Sacred Beast's names. I'll design their Beasts later, but I share you links about the mythological creatures that inspired me..

Let begin with Wild Children's coach : Gaya Alvaro Munõz, Spanish, 25 yo (season 1), her Beyblade is Vodalux and her Beast, Akhlut.

Here's the Wild Children's leader : Kanae Asahi, Japanese, 14 yo (season 1), her Beyblade is Pyralux and her Beast, Zheng.

Here's Sasha Viktorovna Tsvetkova, Russian (half-Russian, Half-Japanese actually) 14 yo (season 1). I forgot the color but she has grey eyes and black hair. Her Beyblade is Fengalux and her Beast, Inari.

Here's Zoey Ross, American, 13 yo (season 1). Her Beyblade is Keralux and her Beast, Sanuwa (Cherokees' name of the Thunderbird).

Here's Joey Ross, American, Zoey's twin brother, 13 yo (season 1). He's blind from birth and even he has a Bey, he rarely figths (he prefers Bey's mechanic, as Chief lol). His Beyblade is Eralux and his Beast, Rassel (from Rasselbock, German's name of Jackalope).

And last but not least, here's Neil Makeba, South African, 15 yo (season 1). He's Zoey's crush (lol). His Beyblade is Romalux and his Beast, Emela (from Emela-Ntouka, a mythical African creature).

And Voilà!

I've really fun to create them and I hope you like them. Don't hesitate to give me a feedback. :) My English is quite bad (I'm using Deepl lol), but I'd love to share headcanons or just discuss about Bakuten Shoot Beyblade (I never seen the other Beyblade series).

See you!