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@bottledelysium
A private, low-activity, selective RP blog for a fandomless OC.
Crossover friendly. Written by Sam (he/her), 30.
All characters are from my webcomic Elysium Heart, a cyberpunk fever dream where an unsuspecting desk jockey gets caught up in a whirlwind of love and treachery. The comic can be read here.
[RULES] / [ABOUT] / [VERSES]
Ok. I'm ready. I'll find people to follow later though, this blog is probably gonna be more low-activity than my fandom blog @leaderbond since my main focus with Newt is the comic
Verses
Main verse - A cyberpunk near-future. Flexible to fit your verse, and can be adapted to a modern AU.
[More TBA, and open to creating AUs specifically to write with your muse.]
Rules
1. There will be dark and triggering topics on this blog. The plot of the comic includes sexual assault. If you need something tagged I'm happy to try to remember, and I will try to tag most triggers I can think of, but put your safety first.
2. I am 30 and would prefer to write only with other adults. This blog is 21+.
3. I do not use icons or fancy text. I have no issue with it if you do, just don't expect me to match.
4. Feel free to message me to plot or anything else! A good way to get me to write with you is to send me something from my memes, which are always open.
5. I usually post from mobile and have trouble cutting responses properly; sometimes I have to cut everything I'm replying to because there's no other way to cut the post.
6. I reserve the right to drop a thread if I don't think it's working out, but that doesn't mean I don't want to write with you! We can always try again!
7. My activity tends to be. Weird. I'm disabled and don't make this a job so my speed in replies and amount of time I spend online will vary wildly.
8. It's a romance comic, so Newt is canonically in a relationship, but if we have chemistry, I'm open to shipping.
About Newt
Name: Corey "Newt" Newton
Age: 28 at the start of the story, 35 in main verse
Pronouns: He/Him
Height: 6'2"
Orientation: Bisexual
Ethnicity: White
Nationality: British
Distinguishing characteristics: Cybernetics that show via teal-blue pupils and thin lines around his wrists; these, along with his fingertips, glow while actively using them. Always wears browline glasses and a bomber jacket.
TW: sexual abuse
Newt grew up in an English factory town where everyone owed their livelihoods to the megacorporation that owned most of the world, the Olympus Company. Newt worked a desk job at the factory, making videos as a hobby. When his local commercials happened to be noticed by a higher-up, Newt was promoted to his dream job - a video editor in the promotional department, where he could finally work on films like he’d always dreamed. Newt moved across the pond to the Olympus headquarters in America.
He soon realized his job was actually to make propaganda. As Newt noticed more and more shady things going on around him, he began to use his cybernetics to secretly record everything he saw. It didn't take long for him to realize he couldn't just stand by while people were being hurt. Newt decided he needed to speak to the CEO and give her a chance to fix things before he released his footage.
Newt snuck into Olympus CEO Violetta Mae's office and witnessed her murder someone before immediately getting caught. Instead of killing him, Violetta was enamored by him and decided to keep him. She had him sleep in her bed and stay confined to the Olympus Building. Newt was miserable, but Violetta was the most powerful person in the world and could get away with anything she wanted.
Newt continued to record, starting to edit all of his footage into a documentary to cope. He met and bonded with Camille, an Olympus Darling (a foundling, actually a clone, raised by the company with no rights as an expendable worker.) They fell in love and eventually escaped together, continuing to fight against Olympus from the outside.
When Newt released his documentary on the internet, it went viral for its shocking and personal footage, becoming a media sensation everyone was talking about. The negative attention led to actual consequences for the corporation and eventually Violetta was removed as CEO, the Olympus Company's power greatly diminished.
Newt married Camille and continued making documentaries. He's made a name for himself on the internet for his sympathetic gonzo journalism, though his first film, Me and Olympus, remains the most popular.
Newt is soft-spoken, polite and visibly anxious - characteristics that make people underestimate him. His on-camera persona is not much different from his actual personality, awkwardness and bravery and all.
Been working on the webcomic again so I'm going to fix up this blog and take another crack at it.
Some OC sketches
I drew this to celebrate hitting 50 pages of my comic, Elysium Heart!
Set in a cyberpunk dystopia, Everyman Newt gets a promotion that isn't quite what he expected, leading to a fever dream of love and desire that may eventually change the world. Read here, on this Tumblr blog!
some OC doodles
and i am a snake head eating the head on the opposite side
this character is not going to appear in the comic for a long time but i was thinking about cult leader leon and his identity issues. he's only cult leader because he was the original leader's favorite and in a lot of ways he became his abuser
characters from my webcomic, elysium heart!
I fixed up my about pages with all the lore I've changed since I last logged in. Lol. I've been thinking about them a ton I just go through periods where I'm way too anxious to be doing RP.
I took a break from RP and then got too nervous to log back in when I came back but... Hi. I've started to believe the comic is something I'll actually be able to make, so that's my main focus, but... I'd like to write them a bit too.
There was no cell service, but Newt shot off a quick message to Camille with his cybernetics anyway, to the tune of "the most incredible thing just happened and being lost was a primary part of it, so please don't worry about me." The worry for her in the back of his mind assuaged as best it could be, he could turn his full attention to Ingvar.
It hadn't caused him harm thus far. There would be no guarantee of that if Newt brought back video footage of Ingvar's existence. If the video turned out (God, please let the video turn out, cryptid footage never seemed to turn out), then Newt would be bringing attention to him on a scale Ingvar probably had absolutely no concept for. Being the guy responsible for that did not sit perfectly right with Newt. But he had a responsibility to tell the truth. And if he could get Ingvar to understandable it, it should be his decision, shouldn't it?
Where should he even begin? He supposed he could keep recording and delete it (a shock of sick horror ripped through Newt at the thought--maybe he wouldn't delete it. Maybe he'd keep it for himself. Maybe he could figure out a way to ethically...) if Ingvar said no. All of this was amazing stuff. He just wanted to sit and keep talking forever, and maybe, hopefully, he could figure out a way to actually use it.
"Say, Ingvar... Could we sit down somewhere you feel comfortable and just have a nice, long chat, you and me?"
Please, please say yes! He tried to convey with his eyes how much it would mean to him. He wondered how much Ingvar could even see his face from way up there. What was his vision like? Did giants navigate with the same senses as humans? He looked humanlike, but on such a scale.
"If you have the time, Ingvar, It would mean a lot to me. I have so many questions I'd like to ask you. We're so different, the two of us. You can ask me anything you like, too, of course. About what people say of you, or anything you're curious about, really."
"Sir Newt," Ingvar stated, bushy brows knitting together and voice carrying, despite its low volume, a great resonance to it, "... I would be being honored to be... speaking with you for long time."
He lifted his right hand, and brought it close to Newt. Just before it reached him, the wrist pivoted, and the palm turned upright, fingers unfurling like petals towards the warm sun. The palm and digits, like much of the rest of the gigantic body, bore assorted scars from untold tales, some mundane, others grim.
"I am knowing of... place to be going and sitting, close-by. I may... be carrying you there, if you wish."
The sheer figurative weight of the proposition he was making to the man did not occur to him in that moment. To the giant, he was simply making a courteous gesture, one that would save the man the time he seemed to worry so much about. Humans and their time...!
Newt watched with huge eyes as Ingvar offered his massive hand for Newt to climb on. It was like something out of the adventure movies he used to watch as a kid. He rushed to accept the proposal before Ingvar could change his mind.
"Right," he said. "Brilliant! This is... I'd love to."
He stared at the hand, unsure of how to proceed. How did one properly get carried by a giant man? There wasn't an etiquette Newt knew of. He elected to sit on Ingvar's huge palm, lowering himself down on shaky legs. He held onto Ingvar's finger, afraid of falling.
"T-thank you," he said. "That's very kind of you."
"Right. Let me turn this off, first. It don't want to make you uncomfortable." Newt took the drone and switched it off, stashing it away in his bag. A big duffel bag of camera equipment was slung over his shoulder, without a crew to carry it for him. His shoulder was honestly getting kind of tired.
This Doc fellow was uncooperative, which was fair; the man had a job to do, and it made sense not to want some nosy bloke with a camera in his business while he did it. This wasn't going to, precisely, stop Newt from asking more questions, but he would take a different approach.
"Hm, well. My medical profile was deemed fit enough for space travel. I don't know how strict the regulations are here."
An obvious invitation for Doc to elaborate if he wanted to. Newt only realized once he turned his mind from work to Doc's actual question that he didn't know how to answer it.
"I... well, I've never really been diagnosed with anything, but but my body and my brain just sort of... Er, Generally don't work well. Prone to colds and fits of heavy breathing and hysteria and that sort of thing."
He gestured down at himself--lanky, shaky, with a paleness that bordered on ghost-like pallor--as if that spoke for itself. Camille called him 'delicate.' That was a generous way to put it.
"I'm certain it's nothing that will be an issue to you, though, Dr. Walker. I'm sure you're a busy man--though I'd love to know more about what you're busy doing--and I don't want to bother you with chronic panic attacks."
[🧪]— Doc flipped through his desk drawers and pulled out a small notepad as he listened intently, even made a point to jot down a few notes that Newt had deemed ‘not an issue.’ Yes, yes— something he’s heard before in his long career, even before space got involved. Most people who have issues never quite believe they’re real issues.
Especially if anxiety is the issue at play here— which it most certainly is, given the admitted chronic panic attacks. Plus, the intensity of the anxiety couldn’t help with any gastrointestinal issues, regardless if they existed prior.
Doc couldn’t help but chuckle as Newt gestured at himself— at least the boy was self aware of his seemingly delicate appearance. When he first walked in, a small part of Doc was worried if he breathed loud enough, Newt might have crumbled to ash. Speaking which, he gestured for the lad to take a seat— don’t need him keeling over under the weight of his duffel bag.
“First: No need for professionalism on that scale, call me Joseph, or just Doc is fine.” Doc fought back a sigh as he could feel his prickly cadence soften; after all, the medic was back in his element, and for just a moment, he forgot about ATLAS. He was just talking to a patient right now.
“Second: You needing care won’t be a problem, at least not for me. This was my job before all of this space mambo-jumbo. Now, if you hide any conditions from me, then we’ll have a problem.”
Whether Doc willingly ignored Newt’s questioning on what he’s so busy doing or not, is up in the air. Most likely is.
“Still, it is true— you definitely fared better than most other newcomers. Typically new crew members are bee-lined straight into the medical bay upon first arrival due to a nasty case of post-flight orthostatic intolerance— ” Oh boy, here he goes. A nurse behind Doc could be seen walking away in annoyance (smart girl).
“—you know what that is? Means your body can’t maintain your blood pressure after massive gravity changes— pressure ping-ponging in your body, nasty stuff but it’d pass. It’s space’s version of being sea sick.”
Not to mention what the radioactive cosmic rays could do, god forbid any of ATLAS’ shielding went haywire. However, as Doc looked back up from his notes at the scrawny, lanky, shaky British lad in front of him— he decided it might be best not to mention that possibility just yet.
Newt sat down immediately when it was indicated, trying his best to keep up with everything Doc was saying. He held his duffel bag in his lap and stared up at Doc in a wide-eyed daze as he went on about space sickness.
"And I'm--not at risk for that anymore, I hope...?"
ATLAS had told Newt surprisingly little before loading him into a ship and sending him up here. He didn't quite know why yet, but he was certainly noting it. It could have been carelessness, or it could have been something more sinister. There was no way to know without more information. He carefully broached the subject with Doc.
"I wasn't told anything about the risks. Obviously I knew there were risks, I'm not that dense, but I wasn't given specifics. I can't help but feel they should have warned me about... more. I still would have come, mind you--someone ought to be checking up on everyone out here--but a bit of transparency would go a long way."
He felt he should soften the blow and allow Doc to keep talking about something more familiar if he didn't want to comment. He warmed up quickly as he fell into the role of doctor, and Newt was starting to suspect it was ATLAS specifically he didn't want to talk about. Again, Newt was noting it. There were no conclusions to draw just yet.
"Ah, about my medical history..." He tried to think. He'd been to the doctor countless times as a kid and they just thought he was faking it to get out of school. He should probably admit something else, even if he suspected it would invite a lecture. "I used to smoke, but I quit."
His fingers twitched, the muscle memory of holding a cigarette, and he touched his wedding ring. He hadn't smoked for years, but something about the atmosphere up here made him itch for it. It made sense. He would mostly smoke to calm his ever-raging anxiety, and these days, he would first to Camille when he needed help with that. Being up here, in an unfamiliar, unwelcoming place without her, made nicotine sound all too appetizing.
"It's difficult up here, honestly," he admitted. "But I promised my wife. Probably can't even get them on a space station."
Jesus now that I think about it the fact that Newt edits his own documentaries means he does so much work on each one. They must take him forever. But I know he does edit them himself because it's the part he feels like he's personally good at, and the only reason he's on-camera is to assist with telling the story he's trying to tell through careful editing of footage. He's only on-camera at all because of a stroke of chance, really.
I was thinking he mostly made his money through something similar to Patreon (because he's not going to be able to monetize most of the stuff his movies are about) but there's definitely a really long wait between each video. They're more like individual films than anything else. I guess there are a lot of YouTubers who survive off Patreon because they make long videos that take them an equivalently long time, though. And Camille is working as a mechanic during the periods when he's at home and editing, not out filming, so they've got enough money.
That means he has to have social media though 🫨 Newt's worst nightmare. He never updates it with anything that isn't strictly related to his videos (but Camille posts lots of pictures of the two of them on her social media, so all his fans just follow her. She doesn't really post that much either but she likes to show him off.)
He has whatever their universe's equivalent of Tumblr is though. His real name isn't on it and he's had it since he was a teenager so he has like 1,000 followers and most of them are spam bots. He has that and a Twitter where he posts updates about his videos, and Camille has an Instagram. He is not even on Facebook.
I noticed other people referring to Newt as a journalist in threads and I realized Newt never calls himself that, LOL. That's not at all an incorrect way to refer to him, it's just a weird quirk of how he thinks. He's doing that thing I used to do where I wouldn't call my drawings "art" because they weren't serious enough work to count as art. I only stopped because I consciously realized I was doing it and that it wasn't the most healthy way to think, which Newt has not noticed.
I still don't think Newt would call himself a journalist even if he realized he was avoiding the word though, because he just... Doesn't think he's doing that. He just goes and talks to people. He doesn't really do that much other than be himself. He thinks of the editing as his real work. That was his job at Olympus, after all, and what got him the promotion that started it all. He's proud of the editing in his videos, the thing that he really feels shows off his subjects, but he thinks anyone could be hosting and it wouldn't make much of a difference. (He's wrong, but, you know. Newt has a somewhat out of sync view of himself.)
