#oc: nokia

[ngelwaves]

nokia.

[pen-draw]

This is a kinda old phone drawing over a picture I took of something my sister was watching like two years ago

Left to right: Toby (they/them), Azzy (she/her), Nokia (he/him), Kaine (he/they), Ev (she/her)

Original

[trackk-44]

Source

[groovysaber]

an introduction to THE PHONE BOY(tm)

You can find the image here in my Pillowfort! (Due to ai scraping on Tumblr, my main blog is now over on PF!)

AKA, PHONE CRIMSON (Dialtown)

It all started when i was away and played dialtown again after a long time

And i returned and became a CHANGED MAN

drip? YES

a criminal? he ate pineapple pizza

Info: Phone Crimson

He/Him

ver3 gae (phone fan) His associated color is a light-ish Hot Pink (#FF248A), and his dialogue font is Solid Grooves

His Theme Music: Hit the Road Jack (Electro Swing Instrumental) (Funky Electro Swing Theme) he is nokia phone (INDESTRUCTABLE, unlike randy)combines fancy and funky clothes, unpredictable just like himis he even human? (no) he likes to open the fridge constantly, even if he has no intention of actually getting food out of it (Note: A lover of pizza and such delicious dishes, what a bodacious gentleman) his red-blue goggles work much like red-blue 3D glasses he is very bad at making jokes, and he makes one every 3 to 8 minutes he uses words like ''groovy'' and ''epique'' (french for epic)99% of movies he has watched were on shady movie sites he owns 34 different types of weapons (one of them is a rocket launcher)

fnaf fan he's a creative and resourceful mind (he custom-painted the phone head himself) he's also very technically-minded (He made the phone head himself)

instead of using it, he became a criminal (only on tuesdays and sundays)

when it's not tuesday or sunday, he works in the funfair as operator for the ''El Crabbo'' and ''The Funeral-Planner'' attractions (the only job where people were willing to hire him) he got drip

More images of him below

You can find all of the art here in my Pillowfort! (Due to ai scraping on Tumblr, my main blog is now over on PF!)

[c0gnitivedisk]

nokia angels

[spotsupstuff]

Let's say we take your silly little guys out of their cans, who's thriving and who's immediately dying?

ooo that's a fun one! okay, so i'mma assuming all of them have base cabilities such as walking and stuff like that

Haboob: thriving! she canonically gets her puppet outside and functions about. she's the scout of the group, the survivor, got aaall the smarts on how to make it out there (especially in a desert biome)

Boreas: thriving! but in the sense that he can survive out there just fine cuz Nokia rules. he wants back into his can and if he has to tear a Red lizard's jaw off with his bare damn hands then so be it. not at all as graceful in surviving as Boob is, i'm p sure he kins Kratos at least on about 70%

Euros: eeeh... he would last for a bit, but like. he isn't emotionally or mentally capable of killing things and if he ever ends up Having to, he's guaranteed to go straight into a panic attack and probably get chomped while he's in it

Zephyr: she'd try her damnest, bein free somewhat like this is all she wants for Everyone, but... i doubt the wilderness has any protection laws for the disabled. ofc if we took out the chancla meme she'd be golden tho, yeah, mhm

Notos: immediate death. Causation: the bedsheet

Fish: immediate death. if Tinkerer isn't there to help him, he's a goner. he'd probably still be hung up on not succumbing to the sins, so he never fights back and needs saving all the time

[biscu-t]

I have mastered the bunny, I can now draw her with only my pen, rarely any guide

Also also, managed to draw her in a pose that doesn't look like she's just awkwardly standing there, wich is a win, too

I'm feeling brave, might throw her on IP again and figure out those colors

[mitochondria-larson]

I may have drawn her again at an incomprehensible speed

(credit to @mutedsybille once again bc Lady R is giving me the brainworms)

[brownbirdtown]

Got a human character on toyhou.se and immediately made them a Chosen Child :] His name is Torrence Marr and his partner is Basher!

[redwolfnik]

Furrization Nokia N93i

Buy right now) although she is a robot, she can even call, send photos and SMS, as well as wings and a camera, she can fly and also a musical bracelet

[urbigsockssmell]

Monster - Chapter 2.

Male! Wendigo x Female! Reader

Summary: In your last moments before death, you make a deal with the Devil himself. To provide it with as much food as you can from your butcher job to save your life and the lives of everyone around you. Even if it knows the amount of food you can give it still won't be enough, it goes along with your plan for whatever reason of curiosity it has.

DISCLAIMER!!! YOU CAN ONLY CONTINUE READING THIS BOOK ON WATTPAD AND AO3 UNDER @UrBigSocksSmell AND THE BOOK IS CALLED "Monster" UPDATES WON'T BE HAPPENING HERE ON TUMBLR ONLY THERE!!!

No real trigger warnings here if you dont count paranoia, some form of anxiety atacks mentioned and stalking I suppose.

"No, Mom, boyfriends don't come out of thin air." You scolded her over the phone while bits of bread crumbs spilled from your mouth and onto the already dirty tile floor.

"But what about Charles? He's single, right? Or maybe--" You cut her off, having swallowed the bite of food before she could talk any more nonsense.

"Mom, stop trying to hook me up with Charles. How many times do I have to tell you that he's only just a friend to me?" You were getting severely annoyed and angry at her as so many times you have before when having this sort of conversation.

"Fine, fine, but just know I said that about Martha when we were just friends." She put an emphasis enclosure on her last words and you guessed she did quotation marks as well. You had to roll your eyes in your chair at her comment while taking another bite.

It wasn't uncommon for her to all of a sudden mention a boyfriend when she called you on your lunch break and it was starting to get immensely annoying. You were sitting in your shop, far back where the meat was served and the people couldn't see you, eating a baloney sandwich from the market down the street while talking to your mother over the phone. Today wasn't good but wasn't bad either. It was good on the part of how many few customers there were and that you were finally able to relax from some non-specific person in mind. But it was bad when it came to how boring it was at work and how the outside felt like walking straight into a tornado.

"Now that you mentioned Martha, how is she?" You tried switching up the conversation from that embarrassing topic.

She chuckled before responding and it sent a sort of vibrating sound through the telephone. "She's doing well. She said that there's an action movie she heard about that she'd love to see with you. It was something called like 'Battle of the Manticores' or some shit like that." A light chuckle was heard from you at her cursing.

You got up from your chair, it making a squeaky sound on the floor that you cringed at, and were about to go and throw the plastic the sandwich was wrapped in while still having some food substance in your mouth.

"Y-Y/N?" Her sudden call-out made you perk up while walking and make a light 'mmh' sound for her to continue. "I've, umm, I've h-heard what happened at the town's square..." Her voice was low and nervous and the jittery tone she had before vanished as the tension slowly thickened. You stopped in your tracks and had to swallow down the lump in your throat and not just from the meat and bread that was in your mouth.

It's been a couple of days, maybe about a week since that.. incident. News had spread about it, everyone talked around and even articles were written of it possibly being a serial killer on the loose. It was clearly a cash grab at twisting the frightening truth but there still could've been a possibility. There could even be a possibility of another corpse hiding around yet to be discovered.

You've recovered since then. I mean, it wasn't anything that serious, just a dead scary-looking animal that made people vomit at just the look of it. Instead, everyone including you, was worried about what had caused it and if they posed a threat to the town. Who could've mauled down that corpse in such a disturbing and vicious way? Just a normal animal from the forest everyone's dramatizing to monetize? A psychotic human?..A monster? And if it had done that much bloodthirsty harm to just one animal, possibly and most likely more, what would it do to the entire town?

Nobody knew and it was the cause of all the nightmares you had ever since. Nightmares that made you face death itself. It just didn't help that even outside, in your already sleep-deprecated life, did the presence of death feel real. Even now when you were having a private conversation with your mother did the feeling of watchful white eyes of death on you every second never disappear.

In your desperate attempt to try and forget about it, you never mentioned it once to anyone, and for your mother to suddenly bring it up made every emotion you felt at that moment crawl back and shiver up your spine.

"H-Honey? You still there?" Your mother caught on to how quiet you had become. She could've never known how much all of the color you had on your face drained down and made you pale as a ghost.

"Where did you hear about it?" Your tone only thickened not only the tension but also the fear and worry in your mother.

"A-a friend of mine told me... " You continued walking while holding all your focus on her words and gripping the black Nokia phone tight with both of your hands. "She said that there was an animal eaten alive down at the town's square and that nobody knew where it came from and how it was caused." At the end of her sentence, you were about to throw the peace of plastic in the bin when you realized your coworker had forgotten to throw out the trash. At any different moment in time, you would've rolled your eyes at him in annoyance and groaned out at the newfound chore. This moment was different, it felt... unusual like something wrong was going to happen. It was something you had done so many times before but now that all the fear was back lashing on your trembling bones, it felt like something different had to happen.

"I was wondering what you have to say about it." Your footsteps echoed around the room on the tile floor and made you feel cautious about everything. It was only to go and throw out the trash your forgetful coworker left but now it almost felt.. unsafe.

"I-It was probably nothing. Just some animals killing other animals like nature made it be like." That was true, at least it was the truth you wanted to believe in and have been telling yourself for the entire week.

"You're probably right but.." The breeze of a chilly wind on your face made you feel cold when you opened the door to the back alleyway.

The alleyway was huge, it had graffiti around the brick walls, burned-out cigarettes and syringes probably used for drugs decorating the musty concrete floor. It was a very hidden and creepy place, near Rushell's dark forest, far where the sun didn't hit, and behind all the shops. It just wasn't fun that even within such a closed space, the tornado-like wind still had to torment you. One of the reasons why you didn't like visiting the place was how dark it was. You always feared something being in there, either a creep or something from the forest like a.. monster. There was some form of light, it being the street light towering over you and the various lights from the buildings, but even that didn't help in uncovering the white eyes lurking in the shadows.

"I don't know, I'm just worried about you, honey." You could barely make out her voice from the annoying and loud wind that made your hair run all over the place and roughly hold the Nokia phone with both hands. You opened the green and rusty dumpster as quickly as possible and threw the rubbish directly into it. It smelled horrible when you opened it as if accompanied by all of the cats and raccoons that ran away from the outburst of sound was a terrified skunk. You still felt the feel of how dirty the dumpster was even when you turned around and were ready to go back to where you came from.

"What do you think it is?"

That sudden question from your mother wasn't the only thing that made you pale in your tracks and taste a familiar bitter taste in your mouth.

It was almost nostalgic. To feel the same feeling you felt back then, minutes before, and again now. That same horror in your eyes, that same paleness in your face, and that same shiver hugging your spine. It wasn't anything that bloody and gory looking this time but it almost made you drop your phone into pieces. It was.. inhumane. No human or animal you knew existed could've done the havoc that was caused on the metal door of the butcher shop. There were claw marks ingrained on it and ripping the rusty metal like something was trying to get in. They were huge and reminded you of something only dinosaurs could make, huge as in whatever caused it could grab your entire face in just one of its hands. You feared touching the door handle now, scared of whatever caused it to jump out at you when you opened it. The damage done couldn't have been made by a cat or a raccoon, just the marks alone were twice their size, big, and the being..  could probably chew them up with just one bite... Was it ..trying to get in and eat--

"What do you think it is?" Your mother repeated herself.

It was a pause for a breath of air that felt like it lasted forever when you gathered your thoughts.

"I don't know.."

***

I must announce that this book hit over a 100 reads on Ao3 within A FUCKING WEEK!? I am in shook. W. T. F. Thank you all for reading this book, I am thankful that you clicked on my work out of all the books out there. (Totally didn't steal Chad Chad's outro) Please leave any sort of feedback, as a beginner author it will help me graciously. And please tell me if the build up and paranoia is accecutaed goodly.

I will probably be updating this book on a schedule weekly. It took me a week to write this chapter, with the amount of editing a had to do so I'm thinking of posting a new chapter every Friday or Saturday. I am not that busy at the moment with school and outside activities so it works out perfectly for me. Or I'll make it so I update every ten days like I saw someone posting on Wattpad do I don't know. It's still just an idea and I need to seriously do a lot more research on Wendigos so I can get as accurate as possible.

Have a lovely day, you deserve it because you made mine by just living and reading my display.

[ngelwaves]

nokia lookbook

[aegagrusscholarship]

more stuff for artfight

[mnemonicmew]

OC-tober: day 5, relationships

What if you wanna meet up with your newly made friendo but all you have is (1) one slightly vague message on your Nokia about when and where to meet up and you’re here early and a bit lost.

[moonspower]

🌙 SULTRY, SLEEK DESIGN, COMPACT, WILL GET ON YOUR NERVES… HAVE A LUXURIOUS TIME. CATCH THE HOTTEST TREND OF FALL/2001.

*:･ half-alien, moon god oc / mutuals only / dragged by DIREN. every verse under the sun from grand theft auto to king of the hill.  ੈ✩

[spotsupstuff]

Omg this manz (Boreas) so big?? Whatchu feeding him?

i swear, u r up there with Wind hcs anon with absolutely blazin timin. i managed to finish n queue the big oc post today, this info is basically in it VJSDKLMLK it should release in like 2 mins

but TLDR- Zephyr was made beyond poorly- like she's constantly physically falling apart. she's going thru chronic pain 24/7. the Ancients didn't wanna have a repeat of that, so they went out of their way to make Boreas extra sturdy and easier to repair (the bigger the components the easier they are to work with)!