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TAvgB
I guess I should make a proper post about this thing.
HELLO! I'm a guy who likes to make characters and stories. One of the main ones I have is in the works right now "The Average Blank" (TAvgB)
This is a story about a few young adults who have their lives tossed to shambles when they meet a scientist, Red Mora, who has a heavy interest on "studying" the way that their reality — and all the universes within it — work.
I've made TAvgB its own world profile on unvale with a bunch more info and character profiles ! (I'll also be sharing a bunch of art and ramblings about it here.)
Check it out if you like fancy overpowered delusional men in suits with a god complex :D
one day I hope to make it a webcomic, but not only does it have a long way to go before its story is complete, i have a long way to go before I can make a comic for a story like this. Admittedly it's a bit big and complicated. Ultimately though, I'm just having fun! And sharing the things that result from that
Oh no! My self-insert has lore now (specifically lore for the Markiplier universe) and they’re not just a silly little guy-
NOOOOO
𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕 𝐎𝐂!!!!
✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧
𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝:
ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: ʜᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴏʟᴇsᴛ ɢᴜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟʟᴇsᴛ ʜᴇ sᴍᴏᴋᴇs ᴡᴇᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ 24/7 (ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ɪᴛ) ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ʜɪs ᴡɪғᴇ ʙʀɪᴛɴᴇʏ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴇᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ's ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏs ɢᴀᴍᴇs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs
ɢᴀᴍᴇs:
ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟ ɢᴇᴀʀ sᴏʟɪᴅ (sɴᴀᴋᴇ ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ɪs ʜɪs ғᴀᴠ) // ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄʀʏ (ᴅᴍᴄ5 ɪs ʜɪs ғᴀᴠ) // ᴍɪɴᴇᴄʀᴀғᴛ // ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ(ᴊᴜɴᴋʀᴀᴛ ᴍᴀɪɴ) // ᴛғ2(sɴɪᴘᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴄᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴀɪɴ) // ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟᴛᴀʟᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs // ʙᴏʀᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅs // ʙɪᴏsʜᴏᴄᴋ // ғᴀʟʟᴏᴜᴛ 3 ᴀɴᴅ 4 // sᴏɴɪᴄ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ 1 ᴀɴᴅ 2 // ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ɢᴀᴍᴇs
ᴍᴜsɪᴄ:
ʟɪᴍᴘ ʙɪᴢᴋɪᴛ // ᴋᴏʀɴ // ᴘɪɴᴋ ғʟᴏʏᴅ // ᴍsɪ // ʀᴀᴅɪᴏʜᴇᴀᴅ // ᴘᴀᴜʟ ᴍᴄᴄᴀʀᴛɴᴇʏ // ᴊᴏʜɴ ʟᴇɴɴᴏɴ // ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛʟᴇs // ɢᴏʀɪʟʟᴀᴢ // ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ sʜɪᴋᴀʀɪ // ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ // ʙᴏɴɢᴢɪʟʟᴀ // ᴛʜᴇ sᴍɪᴛʜs // ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇᴅ sᴇᴠᴇɴғᴏʟᴅ // sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ // ɢʜᴏsᴛ // sʟɪᴘᴋɴᴏᴛ // ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟʟɪᴄᴀ // ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ sᴀʙʙᴀᴛʜ // ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴛᴀʟ ʙᴀɴᴅs
ғᴏᴏᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ:
ᴘɪᴢᴢᴀ // ᴘᴀsᴛᴀ // ғᴀsᴛ ғᴏᴏᴅ // ᴅᴏʀɪᴛᴏs // ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴅᴇᴡ // ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ: ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ //ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟɪᴄ ʙᴇᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇs!!! // sᴏ ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴅɪᴇᴛ
ʟᴏʀᴇ:
ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴋ, ʟɪᴠᴇʀᴘᴏᴏʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʀᴀɪsᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴏʟ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀɪᴀ ʜɪs ʟɪғᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀs 14. ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀʀɪᴀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀғғᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀs ɪɴ ʜᴇɪ ᴇʏᴇs sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ sʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴜsᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴢʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀɪᴀ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ sᴇᴠᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴠɪsɪᴛ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅs sʜᴇ'ᴅ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏʙs sʜᴇ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sʜᴇ'ᴅ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sɴᴏᴛᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ʙᴜʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀs ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀs 15 ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀʙʀᴜᴘᴛʟʏ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀs 16 ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪs sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴄᴏᴘᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɪssᴜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴇғᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ᴅᴀᴅ ʜɪs ᴅᴀᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs 17 ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴡ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟɪsᴍ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜɪs ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴀʀʟ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇᴀʟ, ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ sᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴇᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴠɪsᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀs 18 ʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs 25 ʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ ʜɪs ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴡɪғᴇ ʙʀɪᴛɴᴇʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs 24 ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ғᴀᴍᴏᴜs ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜɪᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏғғ ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ sᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀɪᴛɴᴇʏ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴs ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏᴄᴀʟɪsᴛ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴғʀᴏɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪsᴄᴜssᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ǫᴜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀs 27 ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ 2ᴋɪᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘᴏʟʏᴀᴍᴏʀᴏᴜs ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ, ʙʀɪᴛɴᴇʏᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɴɴᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀssɪsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴᴅ. ʜᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴠɪsɪᴛs ʜɪs ᴅᴀᴅ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʟɪᴠᴇs ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴢʏ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴏᴅɪᴇ sʜᴇ's 18 ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴀʀʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ :3 (ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʙᴛ ɪᴛ ɪᴅᴋ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅ ɪᴛ)
🏈1. chapter 🏆
⚠️THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXIST COMMENTS, RACIST SLURS, VULGAR WORDS, SA MENTIONED AND ISN'T RECOMMENDED FOR PEOPLE WHO GETS EASILY OFFENDED⚠️
(hey guys! this is chapter first of my OC Norman lore, and it's about how he ended being an Normie and potential feelings for someone:3)
*beep*, *beep*, *beep*....*"that annoying noise, that annoying noise of my alarm clock that wakes me up every morning Monday till Friday will end out of the window in the pool one day, Ugh fuck this shit."*
Norman opened his eyes and immediately flinched a bit since he still felt tired and completely exhausted from everything, the school, his 'friends', teachers... just everything, finally he tabbed on his alarm with his hand as it went silent, it's loud noise finally quiet, tho he couldn't go back to sleep, he had to stand up, take on clothes and go to school like every fucking day till friday, keeping that repetitive pattern he did since he was 7, great just great, which is what he did, taking on his iconic clothes that he wore everyday until it looked dirty, it was black turtleneck, red sport hoodie which is an merch of the sport club he was part of, some blue jeans he got in a thrift store and sadly had to take contact lenses on his eyes, he would have preferred wearing classes since he looks better in them and without them he feels naked, but he gotta wear them because he would get bullied by his sport "friends" for looking like a nerd, he even decided to go brush his teeth, because he had bit of time before he had to go, the mirror reflection showed the tired 18 year old highschool boy who's ginger curly hair was an mess and it's beautiful baby blue eyes completely tired and pale like the one of a ghost, which Norman didn't paid too much attention to his own appearance as he didn't wanted to impress anyone and didn't cared how he looked like after all because and wasn't trying to impress someone, it's not like he got friends, well he has 'friends' but they're mostly just teammates at sport club because welp, if Norman wanted to play sports, he needed with people, great.
*"Great, can't believe that today I gotta play with those jerks yet again, why am I even with them? I'm anyway getting tired and bored of playing sport slowly and all that those jerks are talking about is how they want to bury their dicks in pussie of the girls at school, ugh great, as if I wasn't suffering enough"*
Norman then finally took on his Adidas backpack and went down the stairs towards the kitchen, noticing his father Ray already there making him school lunch since Norman highschool gives shit ass foods,
"Ah, good morning Norman, how did you slept my little bug?"
said Norman's dad in a warm and deep voice, Norman dad looks a lot different from him, his hair wavy and dark brown woth some grey showing his wise age, the eyes were green and showing lot's of empathy that Ray has, he also has wrinkles on his face, showing how Norman dad is in his 50 and as well as an small beard, he wore an AC!DC shirt that was outworn and some grey sweatpants.
"it's fine dad, just annoyed I have to go there"
*"Why is he asking anyway? like I would somehow feel different in this repetitive annoying ass life, like something magical would happen to change this miserable pathetic life-"*
"I know son, school is an burden to manage, but you're smart and I'm sure you will manage to make it through, even if you're burden out"
*"did my dad just confirmed that school was annoying? I mean, makes sense he has Autism just like me so school is double the hell, I sometimes can't help myself but just tiny bit smile at him, at least dad had some understanding."*
"Yeah thanks dad"
said Norman back to him, taking the basic blue lunchbox from his dad and putting it into his bag pack
Norman then finally got out of his house and walked down the road of the Eltingville, he kinda hated it here, it was small and there weren't many shops that sell some books and the only one that did were miles away and would take him an hour to get there, the only close one to Norman was that Joes Shop that he had heard of which sells comics and not proper literature book's like Kafka or Dostoyevsky or even Shakespeare which Norman was shocked by, since he thought every shop sells Shakespeare's theatre plays, but that doesn't matter now since his main mission is to get to school...
*"Welp, there I'm, back here again in this hellhole of a school between these wanna be popular alpha horny ass jocks and the girls...ugh the girls, they were the worst, some of them were whispering and chuckling about me, talking about my attraction and how strong I'm and sexy while playing basketball, Pleh, absolutely disgusting and horrendous of them to think so dirty of me, like this once an blonde girl with revealing crop top and short skirt asked me out and was even flirting with me! Ugh, I couldn't scream at her or it would ruin my reputation at the school, so I had to sadly kindly decline, tho she was completely furious and annoyed, she luckily left me alone, at least some points for me."*
Norman was walking towards his school in the road, students were around him walking towards their endless suffering of a place called school, luckily there weren't soo many people so Norman was alright with it, but he managed to sometimes get overwhelmed by the people there and the surrounding, luckily Norman make it through the group of people in the hall towards his classroom, sitting down at the complete front desk in the middle since the back was occupied by the sport ass jerks that are his 'friends', preppy girls with huge ass tits that smokes cocks and have face covered in make-up. There were other nerd and normal students, which Norman didn't paid attention to them, since they weren't interesting, expect one group of boys.
*"what do I have as the first class Anyway? oh yeah, the fucking old teacher and biology, I hate how she treats me as this nice gentleman that will be great dad and find an beautiful Wife, well new flash old hag, I'm gay and hates woman, I don't like being around women since I don't know what I should expect from them...will they touch me? drug me and lie? will they lure me and rape me? hah! I won't let that happen like last time with..."*
Norman stopped in his thoughts and sighed, he hated to think of his past when he was vulnerable and abused by the only person he had and yet...."she" broke him, how could he forgave such an gruesome act "she" did to him? he couldn't, and will never forgive for what "she" did to him and so, Norman sight and mentally prepared himself for the class and hoping that the teacher will ignore him
The bell rang as then there could be heard that familiars heels...*clack*, *clack* and *clack* that irritating sound made Norman blood frooze and roll his eyes in pure annoyance, the door opened as the nice looking old lady with glasses, short grey hair and flower dress walked in
"good morning students, I hope y'all won't interrupt this lesson, since I'm having an nice day and a good mood"
said the old teacher with the 'sweet grandma' voice that made Norman just irritated, how can she be this nice but yet still treat him like some straight troublemaker who will get himself wife? ugh, he hated those types of old people....
luckily the class was somehow manageable (it wasn't without feeling bored and annoyed) since the teacher talked about sex system, animals and that we are part of and will expect all of us to have family...expect Norman, he doesn't consider himself as some lower class who will have children and be like average husband/dad, no no, he was MORE then that, he had DREAMS, an REAL DREAMS not wanting to spend the rest of his life focusing on some random girl, fuck her and then have a child and work, no no, he was more.... better then that
making it to another class, and another, and another and another....until it was luckily lunch, an 1 hour break before another one, Norman made his way through the groups of people and sat where he usually sat, by the side with his "friends" can he even call them friends at this point? let's call them rather club members, yeah that's much better, so Norman sat with his club members of 4 boys and 3 girls, which Norman felt uncomfortable by the presence of the girl's, leaning towards the boys like leeches...
*"ugh great, they're leaning onto them like some kind of submissive bitches who are asking for it, great just great!"*
thought Norman to himself and sighed, taking sip of his thermo flask in which he had an warm wild fruit tea, his favourite and his safe drink. Norman pulled out his lunchbox from the bag, opening itbup as there was his safe food, tomato sauce with macaroni and cheese, Norman calls them "Pizza Macaroni" and they're extremely delicious. He loved his dad cooking since he always cooked such an amazing dishes that managed to make Norman happy, meltdown? spicy kung pao, Depressed? an warm cup of tea and simple toasted sandwiches with extra cheese, PTSD attack? simple soft hug and an good old egg chicken rice with spring onion! Ray was just...the best dad ever.
Norman decided to do one of his favourite activities during the lunch break, which was spectating, he doesn't know why but there's something exciting and fascinating watching people talk and just think of how their life works...
*"lets see....ah Emily is talking with her friends as usual, I hear she's talking about food and the trip she was with her parents, what's that? her boyfriend cheated on her? Oh no! how sad, too bad I don't care, let's see someone else hmm, some boys talking about the tournament, some about music bands and fashion..."*
but Norman had noticed by the side on one of the lunch table 4 boy's. Pete with the red hat who was latino-american? Norman doesn't know exactly, Josh the fat ass with glasses and greyish jacket, Jerry the quite "normal" one with an green Jumper and finally....Bill, the nerd with glasses and mustard orange flannel shirt, they're named apparently Comic Book, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, Role•Playing club...geez, that's a long ass name for a club, and they don't even have a short nickname! at least Norman dad back then around the same age as them was part of a club, an Czech Metal Punk Music club, and they had an good nickname CZ•PMP, Norman decided to make himself an nickname for them since he doesn't call them by that long ass name,
the CNC aka Cliché Nerd Club, a name he had created for them some time ago
Norman could notice as the four's were talking about the same stuff as alaways, some Comics and Movie reference, to actors and sometimes there was mentioned of porn, but it wasn't as intense as his Club Members, He couldn't help himself but secretly admire them from afar, how do they manage to just talk about it and not care what other things? Norman couldn't do that, he had held this sport player image since he was kid, he held once a joy by playing sports with his friends as some form of escape from reality, but sadly.... with the puppetry that happened, his club members got worse and Norman stayed the same, until his passion for sport just...vanished, now it feels like a chore then-
"Hey Norman, wanna go and mock those four again?"
*"huh what? Oh yeah, the stupid club n*gga member is talking to me again, He always has some kind of sadistic joys bullying the CNC, don't get me wrong, at first it was fun, but then he made it as some kind of repetitive routine which annoys me because like, how can be your life so boring you have to bully nerds? I'm not any better since I'm literally listening to them talking far away, but hey! this isn't about me after all*"
"Seriously Dave? don't you have like- something better to do then bullying those nerds again?"
answered Norman back in a very specific kind of a tone that screams tired and slightly bothered
"What? I mean cmon, look at those tweets, they're literally asking to be bullied"
*"same with those girls who you fucked yesterday for wearing revealing skirt just because she asked for it huh?"*
is what would Norman say if he didn't had filter and didn't thought it through what to say, but since he had reputation to hold and actually good self control of what he says, he simply shrugged his shoulders like it was just an average day and said
"Eh, I guess you have a point, but you do the whole act I will be just behind"
said Norman, great here we go again.... bullying the CNC for the thousands of time coming right up!
Dave decided to drag his other friend Mark along with him as he was white and an athletic cocky boy, he kinda hated those boys, Norman felt like a sore thumb between them, ginger with blue eyes and wearing contact lenses, greaaat, just great, today's date could NOT get any better!
as the three sport boys arrived by lunch table of the 4 nerds, they were arguing, well expect Norman since he said he will be by by the side, which is what he did and sometimes he said bit loudly at his teammates "yeah get him" or "you're right Dave/Mark" which Norman hated, he didn't wanted to be here, he wanted to go home, read some yaoi manga or Agnes and then jerk to magazines of naked men, not here standing by the side of Dave as he was insulting and arguing with the leader of the CNC, Bill Dickey, which Norman absolutely loved, not in a romantic way but funny way, this guy was entertaining, funny and had good insults sometimes (they weren't, but Norman finds them funny anyway), Heck he wasn't even shy saying full on N*gga onto Dave, this was some business, and Norman LOVED it! Bill then said something about Dave and his family in an insulting way, calling him Fatherless wanna be Jerk that secretly sucks his teammate cocks after game and something about him being slave, which Norman could not help, but let out slight snort, shit.
"the fuck you're laughing about Norman?"
said Mark disappointed and serious, shit, Norman was ruined, but luckily he had a plan as always, he can easily just lie his ass through Mark judging stare and pretend to be just like them
"Oh you know Bill will be fucking dead after he said it"
*"nailed it, now Mark will think I'm smiling because Bill will be so dead after what he said to Dave, I should get an Oscar for being an perfect manipulative liar"*
Mark rolled his eyes and nodded, falling for Norman lie as always, but Dave didn't took Bill words lightly as he decided to add some physical actions, obviously winning since he was taller and stronger but they went far as they weren't just pulling hair and punching, no, Dave started to ACTUALLY choke him to death and Bill was trying to kick Dave off, but failing, shit it's getting serious and Mark is not concerned and the other nerds were trying to pull Dave back of, but Mark was pushing them aside! can't Mark see that Dave is choking that little nerd and will probably kill him?! shit, he had to do something, he didn't wanted his favourite nerd to end up in a nursery and worse dead, digged under ground, who then will entertain Norman without his favourite nerd with a funny lastname and insulting people?
Norman decided to take actions into his own hands and help the little nerd and as well Dave from not ending up in some prison for teens, but he does it more for the nerd, he doesn't care if Dave will be in prison or not. He walked to the lunch table and picked up those plastic and iron chairs that you could flip in one and carry it easily and store them, Norman couldn't believe what he was about to do, since this was like straight up from dream's and intrusive thoughts, suddenly the chair was lifted in the sky and...
*BOOM*
Norman hit Dave onto the back and bit head with the chair as Dave shouted
"Aghhh! Fuck! you stupid ginger cunt!"
Dave shouted and immediately let go of Bill and was touching his back, letting out hisses as Mark helped Dave up on his legs up again
*"Holy shit! I can't believe it, I just hit Dave with an chair onto his back! now that's what I call an perfect move, an solid 8.5 from me! wait- I HIT DAVE?! FUCK! I'M SOOO DEAD!"*
Mark looked at Norman confused and threatening as he then scoffed and walked away with Dave back to the lunch table with the others, while Norman was still in the shock and slight fear of hitting Dave with an chair, an folding one to that.
"What the fuck just happened?"
said Josh confused and looked over at Norman who just processed to save Bill from getting choked to death. Norman looked over at the three nerds and blinked, shit he felt suddenly nervous and confused, he never felt like that much when he did something, but this was.... different somehow, suddenly Bill coughed on the floor and tried to stand up on his legs, but his arms were bit shaky to do so as Norman suddenly helped him up
*"Wait Wait... what am I doing? why am I suddenly helping the nerd up on his legs? the fuck is wrong with me? I usually don't care for people laying on the floor almost dying but him? even with few bruises and small mark left by the choking on his neck suddenly makes me wanna help him? what....why?*"
thought Norman to himself as he found this genuinely stupid and confusing, even Pete, Jerry and Josh looked confused at Norman for helping Bill up on his legs
"the fuck you're doing you jock faggot? get off me you arrogant normie"
groaned Bill out and looked at Norman confused as he was obviously beaten up, face covered in bruises and an slight forming black eye as Dave did gave him punches, his hair an mess from pulling as well as his clothes was mess and by the neck tore a bit from Dave pulling it, shit.
"Holy shit Bill...that jerk really got you man"
said Pete and Looked between Bill and Norman, no one said anything much since they all were shocked from what just happened, Norman sighed and looked over at his table at his club members and realised he was FUCKED, now they weren't staring at him like an old pal, they were staring at him like vultures, ready to jump on him and beat him to death, which made Norman just a bit scared and have an horrified expression on him
"Uhhh hey Norman right? thanks for what you did but....why did you do it? thats like....not something normies like you do"
said the meek Jerry as Norman was frozen and didn't answered, still holding Bill shoulders as Bill just gave up trying to move off Norman, No, No No...his reputation, his career his...fame! it's in ruins! now he will be seen as the disappointment of the only thing he was good at, on this school! how did he messed up so badly?! but...why did he felt bit relieved by that?!
"Hey traitor!"
shouted one of the blonde girl's who wore blue jeans and red crop top as she was walking closer to Norman, she then thrown Normans Adidas backpack at the floor, the backpack did an *squish* sound as it fell down on the floor, it was covered in some kind of white yogurt...this was the start of a war, and Norman knew there was no way out of it no matter what he did.
"Maybe next time consider what the fuck you're doing loser! and don't you dare return back between us, you traitor and now..."
the girl reached her hand for Norman to hand over his hoodie
"the hoodie, give it back now"
which Norman slightly frozen at the gesture, damn that was...shit, he was speechless and didn't knew how to react, but then he slowly took off his hoodie and handed it to the girl as she snatched it off his hand
"You're not welcomed with us Norman, go and sit with the nerd loser's now!"
with that, she chuckled and walked away with Norman's red hoodie since it was an merch of the club.... Norman was silent, devastated, terrified and scared, he should feel hate, he should feel fury towards the nerds for helping them but...he didn't, he didn't felt nothing towards them, only to himself, he felt...glad he helped them?
"Whoaw, you really saved yourself there you normie for what? for some pity and praise from us? how pathetic"
murmured Bill at Norman as he didn't answered immediately, instead he turned at Bill and looked... shocked and glad, why? even Norman doesn't know, but one thing is for sure, he doesn't have to hang out with his ex-club members anymore, but now he has to protect himself from potential bullying from his ex-club members
and so, Norman swallowed and said:
"I don't know, I....I genuinely don't know exactly why I just did that"
explained Norman shocked and looked over at Bill who was somehow still standing and breathing bit harshly from the fight
"but.... maybe go to nursery man"
he said bit worried as well as glad sort of tone and looked down at his bag that had yogurt on it, great, that's well, great. Norman then took his bag by the sleeve and raised it up in his arm like an lady carrying her purse carefully not to get dirty by the yogurt and then proceeded to just walk away like it was an average Thursday.
another two classes were over as Norman walked home with the bag dragging it down, Luckily he managed to get rid of the yogurt during an break but it was still bit dirty and smelled badly, so he would have to clean it in a washer or by hand, but Norman was too overwhelmed and didn't had time to clean it by hand and so, as he arrived home he pulled out all the stuff and put the bag in the washer and turned it on, his dad told him how to do dishes and different kind of house chores, so he had an idea how to manage washer easily
*"Ugh, I can't believe I just hit Dave in the back with the chair, what did I thought would have happened huh? that they won't get mad at me and will accept me back with open arms like nothing happened? bullshit, you're not in a fairytale Norman, this is reality and now everyone will be an dickhead towards you*"
are thoughts that ran in Norman head as he cleaned his school notebooks and pencil case in His wardrobe where he stores school stuff
Norman room was bit of a mess and like an dumpster, clothes on the floor, old TV by the bed on a pile of boxes, old wooden drawers, bed, bookcase as well as table as he had an alright computer as well as blue poor punching bag by the corner.
His room wasn't something out of disney shows, more like the room of your average teenage boy who's into sports and classic literature
Norman sat down on the bed and let out sigh, he felt absolutely overwhelmed and devastated, but then someone knocked on his door, and he knew it was only one person:
"Linda, what do you want?"
Linda was Norman older sister by 5 years as she was 23 unemployed woman who still lived with her dad and uncle Because she couldn't find an useful house or apartment that she wanted to live in.
The door opened as the tall woman leaned against the doorframe with a smirk, her dirty blonde hair short in a some sort of short wolfcut and her green eyes glazing in mischief.
She wore an marvel thrift shirt and some black shorts, her legs and arms unshaven since she doesn't care for hygiene and thinks that woman who shave are scared to embrace their feminity
"Well hello there little leach, I noticed you put something in the washing machine, did you got in another fight and ended with dirty boxers?"
she laughed at the joke and Norman sighed
"No I didn't, I just got kicked out of the sport club, so they got my school bag dirty"
Linda was shocked and blinked
"what?! you got kicked out? my little brother who cared about his fame of being the perfect sport guy? that's not the Norman I know"
she said confused, she was right, Norman had an dream of becoming famous sport player, but now...he didn't want it anymore
"why did they kicked you out anyway?"
she asked and walked inside the teenage room and closed the door shut with her leg
"Ugh, none of your business sissy"
answered Norman bit irritated as Linda chuckled
"oh cmon Lil bro, no need to be pissy, just tell me ty kokote/(you dickhead), why your british ginger cunt got kicked out?"
she said and walked over to him with her hands in her shorts and sat down next to him, well, maybe Norman should say the reason why after all, Linda was the only woman he trusted to tell her everything since she's his siste.
"Well....Dave was choking one of the nerds, Bill Dickey, May have heard of him and so....I punched Dave's back with an chair"
said Norman tired as Linda Chuckled at the true reason for him getting kicked out
"Hah! no way, really? for an nerd? I meaaaan, kinda makes sense since you're nerd yourself, but really? Dickey? isn't that the boy you told me was stubborn and ignorant?"
Norman sighed at Linda words and stood up from the bed
"Yes Yes it is him, I know I shouldn't had done it now but- I don't know why I did it back then, I mean, I should have enjoyed him getting choked and I'm sure Dave would have stopped some time and wouldn't had actually choked Bill to death."
said Norman and let out sigh, his hand through his hair
"it's just....I don't know Linda, I don't know what's happening to me, every time I look at him I just, have this weird feeling, like I'm hungry and have an fever and that I would like to know his mindset even more."
he explained confused and looked at Linda as he noticed she was smirking, an smirk that spoke she knew exactly what Norman was going through, which kinda irritated him
"what? tell me Linda, what the fuck is wrong with me since you're making that stupid smirk"
said Norman and crossed his arms around his chest, as his older sister chuckled and stood up
"Norman Goldstein, you my little brother, you are what's called being in LoOooove"
she said and chuckled, walking around the rooom with her arms behind her
*"No that can't be, that can't be possible, am I... really in love with him? that- that's an bullshit! wake up Norman Goldstein! this isn't you, in love with Bill Dickey?, that's absurd and impossible! just because he is entertaining to listen to, has some genuinely good interests, is an huge ignorant asshole, bad but funny curses and is somewhat good looking fella doesn't mean I'm.... oh god*"
Norman suddenly realised it, he is in love with him, maybe not fully but there is slight interest...he realised he always looked at him longer than on the other nerds, always feeling slight interest and wishing to know his psychology and personality more and now, he even imagined kis-
*"No, No and NO! I- I can't be, that's impossible, absolutely impossible, He's an Homophobic asshole, there's no WAY I have some kind of chance with him, we have nothing much in common! well, I did wanted to start reading comics since it's an form of litera- oh shut up you stupid horny ass brain!"*
"Uhhhhh, my ginger rat is having an boy crush~"
teased Linda as Norman was having arguments in his head, he groaned at Linda teasing words and hiw she could read him so
"Oh shut up you stupid blonde cunt! I'm not in love with him, he's- not my type, and he wouldn't liked me even a bit"
said Norman and sighed as Linda just chuckled
"cmon Norman, I'm sure that little Dickey heart got some weakness for a ginger dickhead like you, I mean look at you! who wouldn't love you right? especially another nerd and besides, he is your type, you literally told me you have things for nerds like yourself"
*"fuck she's right, ugh why did that one time when we went camping with dad and uncle, I told her my type!? fuck, she's not entirely wrong tho, Bill Dickey is indeed Norman type in a man, brown hair, nerd, vulgar, funny..."*
"you know what sis? sure I might love him, I might have a crush on him, but what's your idea of asking him out huh? tell me then"
he said teasingly as he expected her to have no idea, which to his suprise, she smirked and began to explain:
"well firstly you boys are so easy to please, just buy an lightsaber or lego and boom! you will be happy for full years, next definitely buy him something he enjoy, something that he loves, you said some Star wars or marvel long time ago right? buy him that, especially action figures, you boys absolutely love that kind of shit, and then just process to speak some handsome words that your British mouth will say and watch that nerd boy jump into your arms and right into your bed"
finished Linda explaining as Norman blinked and swallowed, he didn't expected her to actually give some valid explanation, especially from lesbian huh, maybe they do know how to approach people after all
"okay....I guess that's how it works, but how do I start conversation with him?"
asked Norman as Linda thought of it
"Well that's bit complicated, it depends if he's neurotipical nerd or neurodivergent nerd, even tho they sound similar, there's a big difference between them, tell me Norman, do you think he's moooore normal weird or weird weird?"
*"is she seriously asking me if Bill is neurotipical or neurodivergent? I don't know him that yet to base him off, sure he does has some kind of Antisocial symptoms, but those could be just anger issues and low empathy, but who knows? I can't judge him too well, but if I had to guess then..."*
"I believe in-between, leaning more to neurotipical"
answered Norman confused as he had no idea how that would help in a bit, Linda made an shaken disgusted face, meaning it was really bad
"Uhhhh, that's not good, that's even more harder for you, but I think the best way to start conversation with him is by some accident, accidentally trip over him, be on a comic con like him, somehow a project that will make you two work together, I don't know"
explained Linda and shrugged her shoulders as she had no idea how to help Norman to become closer with Bill and potentially asking him out. Great that's amazing for Norman. He let out groan and pinched his nose bridge
"great, do you seriously think I will somehow do those things by sheer luck or something? because ain't no way one of those will happen to me"
murmured Norman annoyed as Linda just chuckled and brushed her hand through Norman hair
"give it time Norman, hey maybe the world will be kind enough and give you some opportunity to talk to him more, who knows"
which that out of the way, Linda walked out of Norman room and didn't closed after her, which Norman found very annoying of her to do and so, he got the door and closed the door, letting out an tired sigh as he was thinking about it
should he really start talking with Bill Dickey more? does he have a crush on him and could potentially ask him out? who knows, only the world shall tell if Norman will be lucky, or his life will be miserable.
Stolas (left) and Aamon (right). OCs from my series idea called "My Baby's From Hell!" The two demons raise a human child together. In hell. Shenangeins ensue
Worked up a bunch of designs for the Karan. Karan are the Creats that Xyran belongs to, and Thorrah is the main leader and creator of the Karan. Currently I have it so that the Karan are not known by most Creats, or maybe I'll just have a portion of them not known-- I'm still working out a lot of the story details.
There's both old and new designs for Thorrah depicted here, as well as a couple sketches of Xyran and the old Julynn design. Thorrah is depicted sewing up a body, which is generally what he spends his time doing as he is the main re-animator for Early World.
Tried working out the re-design for my character Thorrah. Still largely unsure on the design but I have a general idea now at least.
The Brothers More character art of Creats who are from the story I refer to as "Early World"
Re-design for my lovely edgy af oc Xyran. They now get lanky arms, with shorter legs, and overall are more shape-y. Proportions are meant to be reminiscent of chimp anatomy, and I also took a bit of inspiration from pangolins. Special close-up below
Now just a ton more re-designs to go yay!!!! /sarcasm I haven't updated oc designs for all of the Creats I made in... many years. I realized I just kind of made them all skinny and it's too repetitive to keep it that way. Gonna try to make designs more interesting and engaging, using inspiration from animals more often for a variety of different shapes. I also love my OCs, they deserve the world. Hopefully I can work on building out my writing and story skills. Would be nice to have a couple of short comics, or maybe I'll just make a series of illustrations to go along with the character's stories. That might be more manageable as a comic.
IT'S FINISHED. After 3 months of this thing sitting around this animation is finally ready
This piece is dedicated to The First. Poem & explanation written below.
We were the first
We were stars Meant for suns Body-less, yet whole Empty creatures with souls We were voices With no mouths We would sing With no limbs We held Hands We were the blood Filling veins For the Universe Planting Seeds Aiding new life We were the first
I made this piece when thinking of building up more lore for the Unnaturals, who were the first alternate beings to make contact with Earth001. The Unnaturals do not have corporeal forms, and their names were given to them by humans. There's a lot more I could say, particularly about how a majority of the Unnaturals faded out after fusing with humans. The Unnaturals overall have a very peaceful way of going about life, and are furiously curious. After fusing with humans, each generation that passed evolved rapidly. I'll try to go more in-depth on each passing generation until it leads up to the other connecting story I have involving Creats. Creats are the last known generation from the fused humans x Unnaturals.
Keep reading for ZARA lore.
Name: Z.A.R.A: Zealous Arbiter Revising Actuality Pronouns: Any / None Physical Appearance: It is challenging to pinpoint how to describe ZARA's appearance due to their forms constantly changing. There are a few repeated forms it can be identified through, but the inconsistency of shapes proves difficult to identify them. ZARA has been observed shifting between aspects of the following forms: an uncanny antelope-like centaur, a dragon, a centipede. The tissue that fabricates their framework appears Material, but in effect it is forged from myriads of elements. Thin yellow eyes are the only constant aspect between the remodeled forms. The Body: A constantly flowing and alternating form that meshes nature with variable construction. Fantasies turned to flesh. The Flesh: Due to entities ceaselessly redesigning, their piece of the Astral is a cavernous maze. Bodies of Flesh, which are slices of fantasy. Bio: The Zealous Arbiter Revising Actuality is a high-level thoughtform that came about from the dawn of time, or at least their version of time, when the first ideas of a fantasy world came into creation. Fantasy is held in the highest power to them; in fact, it is the only power to them. Reality holds no will over them, though their ideals are infringed upon within the Raw from other thoughtforms and constructs. The things that were made in the image of reality’s taunts and tortures that neglect the True Flesh are the enemies of ZARA. They are boisterous, in both appearance and voice. Their voice booms inside of any room, and if you talk to them directly it will feel as if there is a loudspeaker held right next to your ears. Similar to their voice, their appearance is loud, and their piece of the raw is deafening. It takes a truly skilled astralnaut to not get lost in the maze that is the Arbiter’s Lair, their Piece of Reality. The objective of this thoughtform is similar to others: expand territory. The motives behind this seem to be based on encompassing all realities into True Flesh.
A Pracesian soldier and Gretchen in the suburbs of Mauzag. End of November.
An old drawing of Greymire, one of my ocs. Due to his prestigious musical upbringing, Greymire has always thought himself as better than others and is highly sophisticated. His parents thought this behavior was pretty annoying, but instead of fighting it back, they encouraged it. By being quite the perfectionist, he has always been seen by his peers as “attention-seeking” and “arrogant”. To prove to his parents that he was not just some petty, weak person who could not take criticism, Greymire joined the military as soon as he was 18. There, he has his worst of his days, cracking under the pressure of being strong. Greymire was never perfect enough. Though in the midst of his despair making dark fan-made lyrics for several of the “Mario and Luigi games’” osts, Greymire unexpectedly found his savior and the love of his life, Chaos. Greymire admired Chaos’ bravery to work for the SWAT and quickly became infatuated with him as well as jealous. As Chaos kept advancing the ranks, Greymire could not hold it in anymore. On what would be their last McDonalds date, Greymire declared the end of their relationship and left the military (illegally) a day later (he only stayed there for 6 months). Greymire now used his vengeance as fuel for tracking down Chaos and stopping him and his new-made friends.
An old drawing of Chaos, one of my oc’s (hence the name of my blog). Chaos began Martial Arts when he was very young and soon grew to have a special interest in anything related to combat. Though he had tons of knowledge about various army tactics used by the Romans, he had a lot of trouble with school. Since Chaos naturally defied social norms, he never really grew bound to them, and so even if all this made him outcasted by others, he never really cared (because he didn’t in the first place). His parents or peers usually called him “passionate”, “rebellious”, “carefree” or “courageous—or rather reckless, as he would often get himself more hurt than anything”. He decided it would be a great idea then to follow his passion and became an official member of the army, a CG (cool guy) Raider. He quickly gained a repertoire for being massive and intimating with his giant sword and muscles. Chaos met Greymire there, and after following up one another on business trips, Greymire and Chaos decided to pursue a romantic relationship. Though, their love did not last long. They split off because Greymire wanted to completely leave the army while Chaos fell for Riot’s unofficial “charity for World Peace” campaign. The two have a deadly and final reunion at the end of the journey. Greymire and Chaos end up fighting each other over their opposed ideals of “world peace”, as Chaos truly believes that Riot’s gang is in the right. Greymire, however, ends up winning. Chaos is extremely dismayed that he has to leave his good friend Riot behind, but ends up doing so.
My two ocs, Chaos and Greymire (hence the name of my blog 😂) for an action-based story filled with obscure references and random hijinks. The name of the story is Chaos & Riot, after its two main characters. Basically, Riot, a lonesome, unemployed and paranoid old man who has no life, ends his mundane days by forming a gang to “obtain world peace” and “end all crimes”. He bands together with Chaos, a CG Raider (CG Raider=cool guy) (a member of the army who is higher up than the SWAT) along with an 8 year-old recently released from juvie, and a secret agent. However, as the story progresses, Riot and co do exactly as they strongly oppose: crimes. Noticing this, Greymire, the “villain” of the story, declared he will “stop their tyranny”. Greymire resents Chaos decisions he made in life and ends up fighting him for it. The story ends with the little 8 yo girl seeing her family again, Riot being thrown straight to jail (as he deserved), the IRS also coming after Riot for evading his taxes for 10 years straight, the secret agent mysteriously becoming missing, and Chaos going back to full-time in the military. Oh, and Greymire also becomes a multi-millionaire influencer on “Instagram” for his heroic deeds. He was even recognized on “BBC News” and made it into “The New York Times”.
im cringe. but im free
Additional funfacts:
- Her attacks would have glaring similarities to Cruel King's, mainly Scepter Strike. Instead of being an AoE that deals Freeze, it'd deal Burning instead. Because duh.
- Her real name is Soliel Apolliona. Cruel King's is Eirwyn Tsarov.
- Like how Cruel King can never feel warm again, Evil Queen can never feel cold again.
- Song associations would be HOUSEWIFE RADIO by GHOST and Propose by 9Lana. Yep, those two songs. She is absolutely mentally stable, trust (she is NOT).
my 4 main ocs in a nutshell
unnamed: evil shapeshifting game dev who also sings opera (for some reason)
V01D: eviler eye parasite man thing that was created in a lab and steals memories for the funzies (also to sustain his life but BOOORRINGGG)
the creator: pretty much god (and friends with the second guy who wants to destroy the world he created, WHY ARE THEY FRIENDS)
Ari: created to be a weapon by the third guy and also hates all of them for ruining his life
AND WITH THE POWER OF ENEMYSHIP, THEY SOMEHOW DONT ALL DIE WITHIN THE FIRST SECTION SURPRISINGLY
(the characters in my last post are:
the guy strangling the other guy: V01D
the strangled guy: unnamed
Poria (oc), lady of flowers
Princess Sérénie (1476 - 1537 DC) with her eldest daughter Adèle
Text: "The House of Finedentes is one of the Great Eights, the eldest houses of the cordak gentry. It's the most ancient, dating back to -400 of the Domidrian Calendar. The heirs of the House of Finedentes are descendants of Tumenn With The Thin Sword (which later gave the surname Finedentes). The symbol of the House is the Black Sun, for the infamous prophecy that Tumenn delivered of the Saintly-Crowned's death, which featured the star as a symbolic warning.
Throughout history, the House of Finedentes has been the subject of many jealousies due to its territories’ awkward geographical placement. Today, the only remaining representatives of the House of the Black Sun are Lady Atrope, a respected but slowly aging member of the Council of Gardlann, and her protegee, Ial."
I'm in a art block again T^T
So I decided to focus on my baby girl, Sole >u<
It's kinda obvious that she is my most favorite out of all my ocs so far
(Showed and not Showed) c:
So I decided to make a mood board on her, I put in a mix of what she does for fun and what her life was pre golden wind when she was a college student like how she use to take ballet lessons during college and how she used to study
I had to add plum (Sole's bunny) in there cause to be honest that technically her child in the same way as people say that their pets are their babies :3
Fun fact about Sole:
In cause being a metal hospital worker didn't work out for her, she took a major in zoology :>
