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worldsfromhoney · 7 months

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I’ve been so much on the fence about this that i think i consulted three servers i’m in and had a very reasonable breakdown during an intense convo with one of my best friends.

BEHOLD this is the result of my externalised inner struggle

🥁🥁🥁🥁 *drumroll* 🥁🥁🥁🥁

WiP intro: Imposter Syndrome

A What Shouldn’t Have Been Written short story.

Ok ima face it: idk what to do here so i’ll just wing it and i hope it’s enough 😵‍💫

Status

Will finish the first draft by 10/06

Posting date: 10/09

WiP tags

#wip: imposter syndrome

#wip: wshbw

#oc: del bonnaire

#oc: jo bonnaire

#oc: conn

#oc: mrs. bonnaire

What it on

A horror short story where society has found a way to let people change their skin—literally. And Del Bonnaire has had his eye on a particular one for years. With a dying mother and a grieving dad, what can stop him?

Genres/Themes

horror/thriller

suspense

sci-fi

family

morality and ethics

NOTE: there’s a hella more tags and warnings but they’re available on Inkitt and Wattpad so please look before you read!

Characters

Those who matter anyway ✌️But! They all show up! They all matter!

Del Bonnaire

A daddy’s boy is what Del puts in every social profile he has. And that’s exactly what he is. Recently graduated from university and turned 22 years old. He’s delayed his coming-of-age ‘changing’ for 7 years and has batted away the legal notices. An inch taller than his rugby player of a father, with a lean form (genetics, darling, he’ll say), and rare green-hued eyes—he’s a catch for the skin centre. But there’s a reason he’s delayed and the time has finally come.

Jo Bonnaire

Del’s father and [redacted]. Despite being a sports boy throughout his entire life, barring from going professional, he doesn’t like being put to the spotlight. A devoted husband who attends to his wife’s every want and need, even to the point of predicting it. Very sticky though, as his rugby lads would comment. Recently turned 40 as he got Del early in life. Comes from old money and works as a behind-the-scenes philanthropist. He seems normal enough… right?

Mrs. Bonnaire

Del’s mother and [redacted], and Jo’s wife and [redacted]. She’s a pretty isolated person and neighbours gossip it’s because she got sickly after her first husband’s death. An utter miracle that someone like Jo had taken her in, they’ll also say. No one’s seen much of her family than her father who was seen rowing with Jo one night and never came back. Past schoolmates say she was very different in the past—a political activist against the ‘skin change movement’. Where’s that woman now?

Conn

Del’s childhood best friend. He and his aunt are the Bonnaire’s closest neighbours. Rather than him keeping Del, it’s more of the way around with how others see him always being comforted and apologising after a fight. Like a puppy whining after a particularly slick kitten, the other kids say. Handsome enough in his own right—brunette, grey eyes, dimple—but overshadowed by Del’s dark, tall, and handsome vibe. He doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind much of what Del does anymore.

Dr. Katz

The doctor assigned to Mrs. Bonnaire’s case. One of the most renowned doctors in the hospital and the only one willing to take on the case. Not because of its queerness or impossibility but because of the two Bonnaires who stand guard day and night. You’re just imagining it, the charmed nurses reassure her, but she isn’t buying it. In the end, she’s right not to.

Snippet

NOTE: the snippet here is from the first draft which is crap so you will be reading crap 🥰

I think I give him an answer but it gets lost as a muffled mumble in his shirt. I’m not ready to let go. There’s a beating heart and a chest that rises and falls properly with no help so near that I don’t want to let go.

…and that’s all for now!

#writeblr #wip intro #wip: imposter syndrome #oc: del bonnaire #oc: jo bonnaire #oc: mrs. bonnaire #oc: conn #horror #scifi #short story

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louis-pikman · 9 months

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Alright Let’s go Digital

Here’s Conn

He sure is there

#pikmin #pikmin 4 #conn oc

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yeenybeanies · 1 year

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[PREVIEW] Giant Cowboy Murder Mystery: Chapter 4

full chapter available for my patrons! it'll be reposted here at some point previous • first 3,519 words some strong language thanks for reading!! patreon ✨ ko-fi

Someone kicked his boot. Eli woke up with a jolt and a sharp inhale, his body immediately going tense.

“What the hell are you doing in here, Love?” Smart asked. Behind him, Gaffin timidly peeked over his shoulder. No doubt Gaffin was the one that had actually found him here in the stables, asleep against one of the stall doors, but he’d been too timid to wake Eli up himself. Hence, Smart. “Don’t you got a bed?”

Eli hadn’t even realized that he’d dozed off. He pushed himself up to stand, and dusted the litter off of his clothes. “It was occupied,” he replied.

“What? By the little human?” Smart scoffed. “You let her kick you out of your own room?”

Eli didn’t answer. He pushed past Smart and Gaffin, and swiftly exited the barn. It was too early for Smart to be testing his patience like this.

He looked to the sky to judge the time. It was still pretty early, but the suns were up. On any normal day, he would have gotten back not long before now, and he would be asleep. In his bed.

This human was really disrupting his normal workflow.

Speaking of Gwenyn…

Eli made a beeline for the bunkhouse. The smell of breakfast cooking hit him as he opened the door, pulling a growl from his stomach. He was reminded that he hadn’t eaten when he’d gotten back last night. “Mr. Love?” the resident cook—Lydi—greeted him. “You’re up early. I was just cleaning up, but I could still make you—”

“No thanks,” he said quickly. He turned down the hall before she could say another word, and stopped in front of his door. It was open just a crack. Someone had been in here already. He adjusted his mask to make sure his face was covered, then he rapped his knuckles to the wood.

“Gwenyn?”

No answer. That didn’t surprise him. He pushed the door open further. Inside, he was met with a very empty-looking room. The human was nowhere to be seen.

“...Gwenyn…?” Careful of where he put his feet, Eli stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “I’m not one for games. Where are you hiding?”

Still no answer.

Logically—logistically—there was nowhere she could be but on top of the bed. With that ankle of hers, she risked seriously injuring herself if she were to try and climb down to the floor or jump to the nightstand. Eli approached the bed and surveyed it, looking at the abandoned scrap of cloth she’d been given as a blanket.

Movement in his peripherals caught his attention.

“What are you doing?” he asked, one brow raised.

From between the pillows, a mess of red hair peeked out. Gwenyn looked frazzled, like she’d hurriedly stuffed herself into her little nook. “I, uh… I don’t know…”

At least she was still talking. A part of him really couldn’t blame her for being skittish.

Eli motioned with his head for her to come out. “Found something last night. We need to have a conversation.” He lowered himself to his knees and rested his arms on the bed top. Gwenyn eyed him nervously, clearly uncomfortable with his proximity.

Humans.

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and removed his arms from the bed. Gwenyn, now looking slightly less uncomfortable, pulled herself free from the pillows and took a few timid steps towards him. Eli noticed that her ankle was looking better. She was still limping pretty badly, but it was a solid improvement over yesterday.

“What, uh… what did you—”“Found a pit of bodies,” Eli said, cutting her off. She stared up at him, confused. “Human bodies. In the woods. In the direction you came from.”

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#g/t #g/t writing #g/t fiction #hyena writes #hyena ocs #elijah love #conn slayne #gwenyn lebenz #joal irons #not In Love with this chapter #but i wanted to get it out bc it's been a While & a patron wanted it #gcmm

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decahedrones · 6 months

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☀️🌒

Say hello to my beloved witcherverse OCs: Solange (Sola) and Veritas (Viera). They're Viper witcheress & Nilfgaardian cavalrywoman turned mercenary, and they're married.

[she/her for both]

works commissioned from amazing @fawnnbinary . Check out his comm info!

#click for better quality #deca OCs #oc: solange vallia naim #oc: veritas conne brena var ascheflair #witcherlass #witcher oc #the witcher #wlw ship #sapphic

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boxernco · 1 year

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Hi! Currently Tumblr isn't letting us make posts with pictures at the moment, but we wanted to share some important news! We've launched a shop on Redbubble, so if you've happened to catch any of our art on Instagram or any of our animations - which we would love to share here, but Tumblr doesn't seem to like us trying to do that right now - you might enjoy what we sell over there!

Of course, there's no pressure to buy anything, but you checking it out would be really greatly appreciated. Thank you for your time, and have a wonderful day!

#redbubble #redbubble artist #redbubble account #oc #creatures #rhett conn #artwork #art #artists on tumblr

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heir-of-the-chair · 2 years

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If Sarah Prineas can write a thief named Conn I can have an assassin and name him Pierce

#it is a name #he’s one of my ocs for the highly elaborate magic thief fanfic I will never write but would be more than happy to talk about with someone #he’s conn’s dad bc I was upset that that will never be talked abt #she said if she ever wrote a book 5 he might appear but uhh. doubt that’s happening.#so in my brain he’s an assasssin/mercenary his name is piece and he has his merry band of other thieves/mercenaries he works with #them being Brae his niece and Conn’s cousin who’s a spy/the actor reconnaissance person Ve who makes all their stuff and is good at forging #stuff and also Brad’s partner and Ruun who’s... not developed yet but is the muscle and wears purple bc I say so #Brae and Ve are a few years older than Embre #Ve is nonbinary bc the magic thief is gay goddamnit it just is #they’re not good people <3 #they’re all terrible people (esp Piece) and I love them #think like if Crowe is lawful evil Pierce is chaotic evil #and they try to get Conn to join them only partly because they were payed to get him out of Wellmet #by whom? idk I guess someone will have to ask me #her name is starling if that makes you more interested but that wasn’t always her name~#the magic thief #the magic thief books #sarah prineas #tmt #connwaer #ocs #so if anyone wants to ask me abt my ideas...#the heir speaks

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ozymoron · 5 months

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gonna start giving my ocs really specific traits that add next to nothing to their story for fun

#⚠️#saying this cause i really wanna make my oc emity conn be really good at doing an impression of the tiktok voice #maybe one day ill post a drawing of her idk

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jackisbored · 1 year

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#original character #ocs #whentheskystartsfalling #original art #oc artwork #evelyn jayne gravewill #mintnettle #leopardfoot #warrior cats #warriors #frecklewish #anti mapleshade #mapleshade #persephone conns #puppet conns

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undergroundbillions · 6 months

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Raggedy Ann Secret Santa 2023!

(art by Novella)

The Raggedy Ann Revival Effort is hosting a Raggedy Ann fandom Secret Santa this year! This is a fun, chill opportunity to connect with other fans and trade pieces of art, fanfic, or whatever you like to make! This event is a fully digital art trade, there's no sending of physical objects required.

How does it work?

1. Fill out the form below by November 28th. You’ll be able to choose between fanart, fanfic, and making gifsets/edits. After that, we'll take a couple days to sort everyone out and let everyone know who their target is on December 1st.

2. Next, you'll have all month to make your present! You'll get some ideas of the characters and media your target is interested in, but don't worry too much about what they may or may not want. It's more about the spirit! Spend however much effort is comfortable to you, it's not a competition.

3. Post your finished work by December 25th and tag your target. We'll be rebloging people's work from our social medias too so use the hashtag so we can see it!

#Raggedy Ann Secret Santa 2023

Just a couple final notes:

Please no OCs in the suggestions, we don't have any system to share references

Keep your suggestions and your art SFW and free from anything hateful

Pieces don't have to be holiday themed, but they can be!

If you have concerns about anything, feel free to contact the server/account/blog mods in DMs

Have fun!!! Don't put too much pressure on yourself!!! :D

#Raggedy Ann Secret Santa 2023 #raggedy ann #raggedy andy #raggedy ann and andy a musical adventure #raggedy ann and andy #raggedy ann revival effort #raggedy ann musical #rag dolly #raggedy ann broadway #rag dolly musical #camel raggedy ann #the camel with the wrinkled knees #secret santa #art exchange

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hopefilledramblings · 22 days

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If my online friends find this blog without me telling them. I will cry (I say as I send this blog to all of them)

Anyway. I've been cooking up a little thing (partially based off of a roleplay). An au where Izuru and Hajime are separate people. The fun part is that Izuru still used to be a reserve course student, just a different one (that's basically an oc) who used to be friends with Hajime.

Izuru's past self was Masami Ishihara. They were nonbinary, sexuality is still undecided. They had dark hair that almost reached their shoulders, tan skin with freckles, and green and brown eyes in the form of sectoral heterochromia. They were a bit quieter than most people, but were lots of fun when they opened up. They had some darker humor and played occasional sneaky pranks, but nothing horrendous like making fun of tragedies. They also did a lot of arts and crafts, like bracelets, origami, pop-up art, and so on. They were rather artistic in general and could be seen making drawings in their notebooks, but they mostly stuck to crafts. However, Masami lacked patience. They were easily irritated, quickly becoming passive-aggressive. But usually, they can keep most of their anger contained and just make some rude or backhanded comments.

What they struggled with most was their self-esteem. Their parents were cruel. They wanted a golden child who did everything they said exactly as they said it with outstanding grades and achievements. But unfortunately, Masami never lived up to it. They were average, mundane, and normal. They weren't special, they weren't great, they were just a person. They were pushed to enter the reserve course program and attended the school under the impression that just being there would somehow make them better.

But it didn't. Not yet, anyway.

Sometime into the school year, the Steering Committee took note of Masami and Hajime's shared self hatred due to outside pressures. They were both offered to join the Izuru Kamukura/Hope Cultivation Project. They considered it for a while, but Masami was the one who agreed to it. They didn't know what to expect, but they were desperate to actually be worth something. Anything.

Out came Izuru Kamukura, known as a talented "enigma" that shouldn't be able to exist. Supposedly, they were born with all the talent in the world, blessed by the universe to be extraordinary. No matter what task they were given, they could complete it with ease.

People tried again and again to test their abilities, to see what they're capable of, but Izuru always denied it. They only followed orders from their teachers, and frankly, they didn't feel like being used by even more people.

On the other side of things, it seemed like Masami just disappeared off of the face of the earth, and no one cared. No one except the nobody known as Hajime Hinata. He's been putting up posters and searching everywhere for Masami, but to no avail. He's not going to give up, not anytime soon, but he's losing hope as the months go by.

That is, until he comes face to face with Izuru. It felt like deja vu, looking at something familiar but being unable to recognize why. They spoke briefly, and that feeling only got worse for Hajime. Izuru had similar speech patterns to Masami, but now they felt hollow, devoid of true meaning and purpose. Hajime couldn't piece together why they felt so familiar until later that night.

He couldn't sleep. The interaction was rattling in his brain like an animal in a cage. Then, he looked at a photo of Masami, and it clicked. That person... it was Masami. But how? Why? What happened to them? How come they couldn't recognize each other? There were so many questions, but so few answers.

He decided to reach out the next day, going towards the main course building when school let out. As soon as he saw Izuru, he rushed forward and confronted him. But... they didn't know what he was talking about. They had no idea who Masami was, but when looking at a picture of them... Izuru made the connection of well. That was them. Or at least, who they used to be.

That's all I've got so far, sorry. I want to write a fanfic about it, but I get bored very fast when there isn't constant action going on in my writing. If someone else wants to, please ask first, and keep me updated! I'd love to see what people do with this idea, so long as I'm given credit. Go through their friendship with Hajime, the programming trauma they went through after the lobotomy, the rediscovery of who they are, and beyond that! :)

Here's a drawing I made of them!

#danganronpa #sdr2 #izuru kamukura #hajime hinata #ramblings #original character (sort of)#long post #sorry lol #masami ishihara #danganronpa spoilers

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mamamittens · 11 months

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A Lone Melody (Pt. 3)

Platonic Yandere Arlong & OC(Melody)

Main|First|Previous

Warnings: None. All fluff. Hopefully the next chapter will come sooner but no promises.

Word Count: 1,387

“You should stop carrying her everywhere.” Jinbe advised softly as Arlong held up a bottle for Melody, her ruby eyes peeking out from her hair as she gazed up at him. Arlong glared at Jinbe.

“What are you talking about, Jinbe?” Arlong sighed. Melody had been a bit fussy all night, barely sleeping as she teethed on a metal ring he gave her for that exact purpose. He could handle it, but he still felt a bit shorter with his crewmates than usual.

“How’s she going to learn to walk if you never let her even crawl?” Arlong grit his teeth, pissed that Jinbe had a point. How did he explain that holding his baby made him feel like he was twenty-feet tall? Strong enough to rip open Impel Down itself and take on every sea king in the world?

He liked how much Melody needed him, even if he knew it wouldn’t last forever—that really he’d never want it to. He couldn’t wait to see what she’d accomplish one day on her own. But for now? He wanted to see every last second of this.

Arlong huffed, pulling away the now empty bottle.

One of their crewmates had fashioned a large playpen. He could set her down in that and see if she crawls on her own.

“Alright, fine. Help me set up the playpen then.” Arlong replied, rolling his eyes as they both went out onto the deck where there wasn’t as much foot traffic.

It was just a few folding gates barely even to his shins that connected together into a large square. A baby blanket set down for a bit of a softer area with toys they scattered across the space for her to ‘chase’ down. She seemed a little confused when he set her down in the middle, gnawing on her hands before he handed her a cold ring of metal to chew on instead. She watched, completely baffled when he sat down just outside the playpen.

She huffed, scooching forward awkwardly as she tried to reach him. Wobbling and falling forward onto her front.

Arlong and Jinbe laughed as she laid prone for several seconds like she didn’t understand how she got into this predicament. Arms flailing about as she lifted up her head and looked around, blind from how her hair had fallen forward as well.

“AaaaAAAAhh!” Melody cried out in offense, whipping her head around to resettle her hair. It worked, somehow, her eyes glinting in the light as she fixated back on him.

Arlong grinned, sharing a commiserating glance with Jinbe.

“C’mere, Melo-baby!” Arlong cooed, leaning over to pat the blanket in front of his folded knees. Her expression brightened as she struggled to get closer.

Several others came by and laughed as Melody imitated a worm, getting nowhere fast as she merely bunched the blanket underneath her. Many simply stopping just to see how long it takes for Melody to realize that she wouldn’t be able to get to Arlong like that.

It was an admirable amount of time—and blankets—that passed before she stopped. Her view almost obscured by the bunched up fabric as she gripped it in her small hands and bit it. Tears welling up in her eyes as she tried to work out her frustration, Arlong’s heart wilting as she started to cry. Barely visible teeth catching on the fabric.

Arlong reached down to the edge of the blanket and slowly pulled, dragging Melody closer.

“Heeyy, pup, no need for tears now.” Arlong sighed, straightening out the blanket. She’d only gotten about a foot closer. “Let’s try that again, huh?”

Truthfully, Arlong knew she was close to crawling already. She’d been moving around on her own for a while now in the rare moments she wasn’t being held. Settling herself just so on his chest at nap time. Trying to climb up his or Jinbe’s arms higher to look at someone behind them—curiously it was usually Fisher Tiger talking to someone else, Arlong assumed it was because he was so brightly colored that even her weak baby eyes could discern him from a distance.

She just needed to connect the dots that her legs and arms could work together to traverse what must have seemed like a mile from her current spot and Arlong himself. Arlong reached over plucked up a soft toy, a black and white spotted cow with horns. He maneuvered the small toy in his arms and ‘waved’ over his daughter teasingly. Encouraging her to come closer. Her lips wobbled, tears still heavy in her lashes and down her cheeks, but she seemed to steel herself. Sucking in a sharp breath, not to cry but to lift up her upper body. Arms shaking as she struggled to crawl.

The end result was more of a teetering wobble, her limbs too stiff to properly manage the motions. She ended up falling over onto her back, eyes wide with surprise as she realized that she was already so close. Arlong laughed, delighted as she flailed to get back onto her stomach and try again. This time not as tense as she moved quite fast towards him, cheers erupting as she finally crawled to him, collapsing into his waiting arms.

Arlong was quick to throw her up into the air with a laugh, Jinbe grinning beside him.

“Look at you, pup! You’ll be walking around in no time!” Jinbe cheered, wiping her cheeks as she laughed gleefully. Prior upset now long forgotten.

With this revelation, Melody apparently decided to be an absolute menace anytime she wasn’t being held.

Arlong sets her down for a moment to help someone carry something?

Melody is halfway across the room investigating a dust bunny.

Jinbe is holding Melody when she decides she desperately needs whatever Hatchan is looking at? An experimental explosive and no, she didn’t get to play with it no matter how cute she looked babbling for it.

Suddenly a squirming bundle of curiosity that becomes hilariously frustrated seeing as how she’s small enough to fit in one of his hands and was obviously not going to be allowed the freedom she desperately craved. She settled for gnawing on Jinbe’s thumb.

She was seemingly powered on curiosity and willpower alone to get wherever she wanted to be at that moment. It did seem to lessen her anxiety about not being held though, which Arlong considered fondly as a fair trade off.

She also found a new pastime of crawling over to a sufficiently close and slow moving crew member and clinging to their leg, giggling as they dramatically pretended like her weight meant anything to them.

The scrap book Arlong had put together at Hatchan’s insistence was quickly filled with these little moments. He was sure that if anyone so much as wrinkled a page from it, he’d kill them himself. As it was, he got a lot of teasing for being so soft but he noticed that every last one of them were willing to pose with Melody for a cute picture. As revenge he’d complain loudly about their ugly faces ruining the moment, but they’d all end up in the book anyway. Posturing at it’s finest.

It was so easy to forget that they weren’t just a band of scrappy fishmen raising a baby on the ocean.

And then they’d get called in to help a settlement with human problems and Arlong would remember all over again. That the world wasn’t fair and beautiful to everyone. That, in another life, Melody would be treated poorly or never would have survived at all.

Arlong ignored the thought that plagued him before falling asleep that it might have been a lot harder to love Melody if she didn’t take so heavily after her fishmen heritage. That he was the kind of man that found hate far easier than acceptance and he’d never know the gentle peace of feeling a soft, sleepy sigh against his heart. Ruby eyes falling shut completely at home with someone that, really, should have more reservations about her.

But this wasn’t that kind of world. In this world, Melody is his pup, more than anything else. Blood be damned.

He refused to hate his daughter for what she was born as—or rather, what she wasn’t born as.

#one piece #a lone melody #one piece yandere #platonic yandere

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whirligig-girl · 10 months

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Guzcomic pt.11 - except... Guz isn't actually here this time.

Next Part: [Link]

Previous Part: [Link]

First part: (Link)

More of Eaurp Guz: [Link]

Mirror on Archive of our Own: [Link]

I saved drawing the LCARS until pretty much last and I had a lot of fun with it. My favorite part is Ensign Kerman's display--like, I was just in pure joy while drawing it, rare self-love win.

The three visible OCs are Ens. Eyeless Iris, a Kanopian from Final Space (created by my friend who also goes by Iris; I haven't seen Final Space myself), Ens. Lisdolin Kerman, a Kerbal from Kerbal Space Program (my own OC), and at the console in the final panel on the first page is Ens. Velik, a Vulcan OC created by my friend Jenny, who I have drawn before.

Transcript:

Page 1: Four panel comic on the bridge of the Cerritos.

Panel 1:

On the viewscreen a ringed gas planet with an additional rainbow ring farther out. Tendi and a Kerbal are at the conn in the background, Captain Freeman is in the midground, and an angry-looking Lt. Shax and distressed Kanopian ensign, Iris, is in the foreground.

Ensign Iris: "I'm reading a distress call from the large planetoid in this system's Kuiper Belt."

Distress call in earpiece: ...ert! USS Twilight in severe distress. Requesting assistance from any nearby vessels. USS Twilight computer: This has been repetition two billion, three hundred seventy-three million, five hundred ninety-five. Message repeats. Red al...

Captain Freeman: "Ensign Kerman, set a course. Warp me, factor two."

Panel 2:

Ensign Kerman: "I can't! The warp drive won't engage!"

Panel 3:

Tendi: "Amazing! The rainbow magnetodisk of the gas giant is interfering with the warp coils! The superjovian magnetic dynamo seems to be interacting with some kind of minor moon made of Dilithium & Verterium to produce a weak static warp field, so the warp drive can't couple to normal space."

Panel 4:

Freeman: "Then give me maximum impulse."

Kerman: "Aye captain. ETA is 10 hours 34 minutes, but we clear the magnetodisk in 15 minutes."

Page 2: Four panel digital art comic.

Panel 1: The USS Cerritos is flying on the outskirts of the rainbow magnetodisk, with a red dwarf star in the background to the right and the ringed planet in the background to the left. The Cerritos is a saucer-shaped ship with two long blocky warp nacelles below it. A faint plume of gas can be seen coming from the back of the saucer.

Panel 2: The Cerritos flies by the viewer. We can see its slower-than-light impulse engines on the bottom of the saucer emitting the plume of gas, but one of the six clusters of the impulse engine is dim, with only three of its six thrusters lit up.

Panel 3: We zoom in on the starboard set of impulse engines, and see that the dim segment seems to be lighting up more of its engines.

Panel 4: Zoomed in a little more, and now all 18 visible engines are now lit up. But one of them, impulse engine Starboard Beta-3, has a dirty exhaust plume and is emitting sparks.

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etherealvampir · 1 year

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( komi conns template )

again inspired by my carrd, but also the previously template i posted last night. this is meant to list your oc's connections/what they're looking for/how they treat their connections. if you need more, you can copy the "misc" page by highlighting over the entire thing, and it should just copy and paste smoothly onto the next page.

also the "school year" is because its modelled after my own server, you can make that whatever you need thats server specific. you can move where my credits are, but keep them somewhere visible!!

as always, feedback is appreciated, (but dont be too mean i might cry /hj).

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boxernco · 1 year

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A warning issued by the Dalry County Council

September 1st, 2012, 19:13

The video played over every television channel, and the audio over every radio channel, and looped until it lasted approximately five minutes.

"A creature has been spotted in the woods. Its abilities are unknown. Do not go outside."

#Creatures #Rhett Conn #horror #analog horror #youtube #oc #youtube series #weirdcore

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tigerlyla-of-metinna · 9 months

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Why does your oc Sarah have exactly this look, pale skin, green eyes and dark curly hair? What or who inspired you to create such an appearance?

Hi anon, and thank you for asking about Sarah!

Sarah is the character I most often dream when I was but six years old. If you believe in past lives, I'd say she's a close friend in one of those lifetimes. And in these dreams, we were already fully-grown adults.

We were a group of four: 2 females and two males, I couldn't remember the guys' names but Sarah (who didn't have a name yet) is one that stood out for me, appearance-wise, and one I carried through out the years.

Overtime I get to associate her appearance more and more with certain actress's such as Jacklyn Smith (Charlies Angels), Jennifer Connelly (Labyrinth), and Lucy Lawless (Xena, her striking eyes were exactly how I imagine Sarah's eyes were). So when I create a female protagonist in videogames, she always has Jacklyn Smiths' curly black hair, Jennifer Connelys' youthful appearance, and Lucy Lawless's piercing eyes (green instead of blue).

Now I have another Sarah: in the witcher fandom, and thanks to screenshots from friends, and the skills I learned, I get to finally create The Sarah of my dreams.