good question.

Does your house have any weaknesses? | Cassie | 21 | he/they

[comicallycubicalcassie]

Godzilla: Monster of Monsters! remake but I Real-Time Corruptor-it up

So, FreKay Planet released the demo of a remake of Godzilla: Monster of Monsters! last year. It's by all means a pretty decent game besides a few bits of jank here and there. Pretty nice for a game made in Scratch!

So uh...

I did what any tooooooooootally sane freakass would do after a run with this game.

Send it to the Real Time Corruptor (one for Scratch games here).

Psst, be sure to run the FreKay Planet game through TurboWarp or the packager! So that it can then be corrupted!

With that out of the way, let's see what this game ekes out under stress!

It appears I've ended up breaching into future planets? For your information, the demo currently goes up to Saturn, halfway to completion. I've already seen Uranus in a development video, but I think the one on the right is Pluto...

Ooh yeah, these are definitely more of the future planets. If I had to hazard a guess the one on the left is Neptune and the one on the right is Planet X, more by the board colors than anything.

These future planets are pretty easily accessible just from the Visual Corruption option, it seems toggling that while on the board will cause the board to cycle around from the current planet's board. The Visual Corruption option is one of the most common parameters I'm using throughout these sessions, since it keeps a good chunk of the game accessible normally while still providing lots of amusing changes.

Evidently, the game's acting drunk when unlocking new monsters, like how it mistakes Anguirus for either Mothra or Rodan.

And the drunkenness doesn't stop there seeing how the misnaming continues into the UI! Oops

I'm not sure if it was Control Flow Injection or Script Mutation that did this, but nonetheless, it now looks like Anguirus sunk into quicksand- wait a second, THAT'S A POOR MAN'S MOLGA ON THE RIGHT!

It seems the corruptions have a constant propensity to give Mothra wings to the other playable Kaiju. Given that I happen to have selected Anguirus this makes for a string of humorous Molga-shaped coincidences.

See? Funny Molga-shaped coincidences the corruptions made!

Anyway-

Hrmh! Drunk again I see? Those are game over screens! Look at Godzilla there especially! Does he look like he's celebrating a World Clear? No!

Oh yeah, leave the map long enough with some of the parameters active (I think it's mainly Visual Corruption, Script Mutation, and maybe Control Flow Corruption and Block Replacement), eventually the stage enemies will show up like they think we're at the stage already. Evidently, here, the fishes from the water levels think it's already time to swim.

On the other hand it can be as annoying as a sudden game over. That happened outta nowhere while I was looking elsewhere...

Whoa, what's with the passwords here?

And why is the battlefield all DIAGONAL now?

Oh. That's why.

Yeah, even at low intensity, Sprite & Clone Chaos can RAPIDLY make the game go bonkers in a near-instant. Highly not recommended to leave it running for long lest your game becomes an incomprehensible mess.

Like this. THIS IS JUST THE INTRO CUTSCENE BY THE WAY!

Again, anyway-

Don't eat the planets, Gigan...

DIDN'T I TOLD YOU!

MOTHRA WHERE DID THE REST OF YOU GO

Fire started flying out of Gezora's battlefield like he spat it out...and hilariously HE's the one getting pinned to the wall this time! KARMA, DUMMY!

You can't see it but the collisions got fucked up and Mothra COULDN'T MOVE! ow

Oh yeah, uhm...I messed around with Burst (Block) Chaos and at one point managed to seemingly end up on the Pluto board??? I can only tell that it's Pluto because of the BGM. Alas, I could only get to the levels by toggling Burst (Block) Chaos again for brief moments. otherwise i couldn't MOVE! A SINGLE TILE! ow

Anyway that's all for now because i think i hit the attachment limit, see you next time

[comicallycubicalcassie]

very late but fuckit showing all my artfight stuff i made

since. well. right around the time the team winner is announced so it's not TOO out of place (congratulations team crystals you won)

there's a lot so BRACE FOR IT

Pixel arts framed in a narrative fashion of an NES Godzilla Creepypasta fanstory

Yeah I went pretty damn stir-crazy to do all that screenshots. Still not as crazy as WRAPPING IT UP IN A STORY

which you can check here, and also has the credits for all the characters used and the other assets constructed out of this

NES Godzilla: The Artful Gift Of Fighting

List of Attacks: https://artfight.net/attack/8985476.nes-godzilla-the-artful-gift-of-fighting-1-some-terms-of-service https://artfight.net

And now the final attack which is unrelated to all of the above attacks

Spooky fuckin situation where the puppet breaks off the strings the eldritch goddess has placed all over their body

said goddess is owned by @kenziedrawz

anyway dats all

fun fact i now have a four-loss streak in a row now LOL

[comicallycubicalcassie]

OC Dynamics Week 2025 - Day 7 (distant relatives / difficult) - Once See The Sunrise, Never Again

Roger Amherst, Kevin Amherst, and Linda Carroway by me

(CW: TRANSPHOBIA, PARENTAL NEGLECT/MISTREATMENT)

Word Count: 655

Kevin's phone rings. He picks it up.

"Kid?"

"Hey dad, what's up?"

"Bad news. Remember my ex?"

"…Linda? She's still in jail for working with the mob we got roped in for a while before they were cracked down, right?"

"She's been released now."

"…It's been that many years, huh-"

"And she wants to talk to you."

"…Dad, you tried to negotiate to at least let yourself get involved in the conversation, right?"

"I tried, Kevin. She said very curtly, through text, that she wants to do this alone."

"…How many minutes before she's arrived?"

"Five."

"…I'll be back soon, Roger."

"Alright. Be careful with your mom."

Kevin ends the call after he's done.

Kevin could hear footsteps, as he continues to lean hard onto the tree behind him. To stay out of sight, of her, of what he'd formerly call his mother.

The footsteps stop. Kevin stays behind the tree, still.

"…Kevin?"

"Nice to not at least deadname me, Linda."

"…Don't call the kettle black and call me "Mom", at least!" Kevin can hear Linda's tone shake up, hearing that she's getting frustrated.

"I would if I didn't hate you for what you scarred me with."

"Kid-"

"You don't deserve calling me that. Last time we were on good terms, including you with Dad, was also the last day before I decided to be a boy."

No words from Linda for a brief moment.

"…what spurred you to become a boy, anyway? Surely there's a deep underlying reason behind it?"

Kevin groans.

"It's the same as it's always been since the last time I told you and Dad about it. Crossdressed for a role in a school play, found myself loving it way more than I thought, and so I decided to stick on with it and I was never the same again."

Another bout of silence from Linda for a moment, as Kevin still refuses to walk out of the tree.

"That…can't be it, right?"

"…It's absolutely it, Linda. It's absolutely it. I've only been dragged through hell for trying to justify my preferences, because the ones who'd demand it would often be the ones who'd just want me to suffer, not understand."

"…" Linda's silence is a lot more audible this time.

"But I would never wish that upon you."

"Let me say that better. I've only suffered when demanded to justify my preferences. Can't a boy still keep their love for stickers and dolls?"

"No, it just, it doesn't fit…that's not something fit for boys-"

Something in Kevin snapped, forcing him to step out of the tree, and show himself right in front of what he'd no longer call his mother.

"IT DOESN'T FIT?! OF COURSE IT DOESN'T FIT! WHY CAN'T YOU BE LIKE DAD AND BE MORE FLEXIBLE WITH YOUR MIND?!"

Linda couldn't hide her true feelings anymore at this point.

"YOUR DAD COULDN'T GIVE YOU A CONVINCING KIND OF "NO" YOU'D NEED TO KNOW WHAT'S GOOD AND ISN'T IN YOUR LIFE! WHAT DANGERS DID YOU THINK YOU'D GET WHEN YOU CHOSE TO BE OF ANOTHER GENDER?!"

"Getting bullied? Ghosts? Demons? THE MOB?! THE FUCKING MOB YOU'RE ALSO WORKING FOR?! Frankly it just makes me regret less to be a boy now. Because I ended up finding new friends who know me by who I am now and rub shoulders with me regardless, and most importantly, protect me too. And my Dad? He let me be because it's of no direct danger to the family."

"But…"

"…Don't say another thing, Linda. You're awfully stuck in your ways."

Kevin walks away for a bit.

"And I still didn't crash my grades, so what harm's left of it? Bye."

He runs off, away from Linda, as she just remains on the sidewalk in resignation.

"Dad?"

"Are you alright, kid?"

"Yeah. Linda's a lost cause, she only wanted her "daughter" back."

"…Welp. Sorry to hear that."

Kevin ends the call after he's done.

[comicallycubicalcassie]

OC Dynamics Week 2025 - Day 6 (coworkers / curious) - Book Of The Wheel Office, Key Page Stories

Carrou Oliver by me

Aoi Kisaragi by @mp9001

Faris by JD

Damien by Fran

Word Count: 1069

(CW: MAJOR LATEGAME RUINA SPOILERS DUE TO ALLEGORICALLY FORESHADOWING IT)

Ten thousand years in the facility.

But as of now, not even a year after all that, in the place growing in place of the old facility, rapid change has taken hold already.

In the golden, shining shelves of the Floor Of Natural Sciences, Aoi picks up a book from one of the lowest of said shelves, her curiosity making her wonder what were the lives of these City-goers were before the Library…discovered them.

[Book Of The Wheel Office]

Eyes wide awake with curiosity, she opens this book.

Faris' Page

Ah, The Wheel Office. Built on the better end of U Corp's coastal side of the Nest. As a Grade 4 Fixer running this office, I can confidently say that this Office can take about just anything you ask. Take down Syndicates or rival Workshops? Look for lost items elsewhere? In need of protection? Perhaps you need assistance? Just give us a request. Within reason, though, as there's things out of a Grade 4's paygrade, obviously. But well, we don't spin the wheels around here (despite the Office's name), so if you ask for it, we'll consider it.

For all of our main workshop weaponry…let's just say all of them are defunct. The ones whose weapons my friends held have gone bankrupt, and so is mine…as ordered through us by the Tres Association.

As for why I made this Office in the first place?

Once a Syndicate member, I was as ruthless and heartless as any other. All I understood was that life's a survival of the fittest. But one day, I met someone who opened my heart, who showed me it's okay to be flawed. Strength isn't everything. Failure makes us human. You don't have to lose yourself off even in a world as horrible as this City.

Alas, I don't know where she went by now, and so I built this Office in the hopes that this beacon will bring her back to me again.

Carrou's Page

This Office? This is my platform. A stepping stone for me to one day enact my revenge.

One unfortunate day (or was it night? I couldn't tell, the sky seemed to have extended its day and nights for a moment in time), my boyfriend had gotten killed after he ended up turning into a monster. Not figuratively, mind you, literally. One second he was still himself. Another, his body had become but a pot for an angry mass of vines, launching himself out of the now-ruined floral shop we worked in…and a man in a black mask just…ended his life right then and there! Damn it! Damn you, if I can find you, I'll be sure to make you feel the pain and anguish I still saw in the twists of my boyfriend's monstrous form!

…I veered too deep, didn't I? Let's talk about something else.

Oh, uh, right! My tactical shovel! Do you like it? It's got a lighter, a pen, a whistle, a harpoon, a replaceable head, a rope inside, it's even kitted out with a flamethrower! Why a shovel though? Because I love them! Remember when I used to work at a floral shop, right? Anyway, this weapon has basically everything! Whether for killing, rescue, protection, anything else…you can come up with one, I can come up with a million!

Anyway, as basically the second-in-command in this sparsely-staffed Wheel Office, I usually cover anything the boss or anyone else doesn't do. That usually has less to do with the skill I cover, and more because I'm the one that's got the time for it! This includes killing, by the way. I'm sorry if you're marked for death by me or one of my co-workers, okay? It's just business.

But this…The Library? And what it promises in its invitation…

Maybe, I'll finally be strong enough to finish my revenge against the murderer of my long-lost boyfriend.

I have to take this. I don't know how I will ever feel for the rest of my life if I don't follow this invitation. I have to! I'm sorry for dragging the rest of you along with me, guys, but…I have to. For avenging my boyfriend.

Damien's Page

What's a Grade 3's business in an office run by a Grade 4, you may ask? Hush, you. Faris is much closer to my level than you may think. I've sparred with him several times, and he's always managed to put me on a draw every time. He's one powerful old man, I can tell you that.

I may be a Nest elite, but life just ain't as fun when you're not feeling the thrill of blood, sweat and tears flying about alongside you. It's why I joined the Wheel Office, and why I take most of the dirty work. And I'm not afraid to flirt or bond either, because who knows if you'll enjoy it too.

Carrou though? She's definitely a weakling. Not just physically, but emotionally. I mean, she admitted to throwing a potted plant out of the window because she's got bad memories. Even so, though, I'm still sticking around despite this. If you're willing to bond, you're willing to be strong. I can tell she and Faris have some pain going down through them, but I'm sure together, we can take on anything. Even if it's your fault for taking us to this Library, I'm sure we can take it on and make it out alive.

…Aoi closed the book. She feels like she's had a brief moment of kinship towards these people that're now nothing more than another page in the books of the Library, which gives her an uncomfortable feeling in her chest.

She overheard the conversation happening right on the other side of the shelf, of the banter between Roland and Tiphereth. Quickly, she places the book she had picked up in case the contents might bother either of them if they found her. She doesn't feel like she wants to talk to anyone right now after she just sated her curiosity. And who knows what parallels she might have accidentally uncovered in this otherwise unopened book…

As much as she wants to read the book of herself she still holds on her hands, she can't muster up the will to open it. All of her life is laid bare within, and she's not ready for the ugly details hiding inside it. Yet.

[comicallycubicalcassie]

OC Dynamics Week 2025 - Day 5 (lovebirds) - Gabriel Natsumi's Face Reveal

Gabriel Natsumi by me

Iori Ipkiss by MP

Word Count: 851

BREAKFAST MAKING STREAM LIVE

(The webcam displays Gabriel right behind the kitchen counter. Gabriel themself is wearing a buttoned shirt, suspenders, and also an apron, and is only visible up to their chest, hiding their head, shoulders, and wings.)

Gabriel: "Alright, chat, I'm gonna make breakfast sandwiches and it's going to be…uh…what's the word…"

(Iori logs into the stream, displaying her usual Vtuber model.)

Iori: "Good morning Gabby!"

Gabriel: "Good morning Iori!"

(Iori looks at the stream chat and sees the chat rapidly speeding up to borderline unreadability, as usual. She smirks.)

Iori: "Gabby, what're you doing?"

Gabriel: "Oh, just breakfast sandwiches, hehe~"

(The chat has shifted what they're generally talking about, with examples being "wake up and choose flirting lmao", "BREAKFAST SANDWICHES?!! BDG REFERENCE?!!", and the occasional and very not nice "just go get mcmuffins at mcdonalds lmao".)

Iori: "Wait, Gabby, no gloves? Are you going uh…"

(Iori looks at the chat and immediately notices the hand reveal comments. She decides to fuck with the chat for a bit)

Iori: "I mean, are you sure you wanna have your hands dirty?"

Gabriel: "I mean, I could always wash them, right?"

Iori: "Well you got me there…"

("when are we gonna get face reveal after that" "ANGEL HANDS REVEAL?!!" "oh god no not again can we go to the sandwiches already")

Gabriel: "Iori, can you check what the chat is saying right now? I've just got the stove up and I'm gonna tend to frying all the ingredients for a moment…"

(Gabriel walks out of the camera view entirely as they walk to the stove to do what they've said.)

(Iori reads the chat while still in her vtuber avatar.)

Iori: "Okay, some are disappointed, some are making fun of this, but basically a lot of chat is not happy that you might not be…doing a face reveal?"

(Iori momentarily stops talking for a moment while Gabriel continues cooking and chat continues yapping over the same topic.)

Gabriel: "Do you guys use the griddle for your breakfast sandwiches or do you just use whatever pan you have available?"

Iori: "GABBY GABBY GET BACK ON CAMERA CHAT'S SLOWING DOWN!"

(Gabriel walks back into the camera view like they were previously were.)

Gabriel: "Oh okay, I didn't think people would just quit the stream, wouldn't they wanna hear me make a breakfast sandwich?"

Iori: "…Gabby, no one would tune in to that if you don't show them directly! You can't be this dumb, right?"

(Not a single beat later…)

Gabriel: "Oh right! Sorry, hehe…"

(Gabriel hastily grabs the camera and the stream cuts out for a moment.)

(The chat keeps spamming "KKCHEKHARMB" in the interrim, with the occasional face reveal speculation popping up at times.)

(Iori gasps.)

Iori: "…Oh my god I know what Gabby's gonna do, chat."

(The stream turns back on. More of Gabriel's ordinary kitchen room can be seen, and not only that, Gabriel's head and shoulders are fully visible now, most notably their curly, golden hair. The chat, predictably, accelerates in awe.)

(Iori's character model is visibly speechless for several seconds.)

Iori: "Chat hold on I'm gonna need a break-"

(Iori's character model stops moving, meaning she's off elsewhere now.)

Gabriel: (very slyly whilst holding a spatula daintily) "Chat, tell me, did I just hear Iori shit herself from too much of my rizz~?"

(The chat is a mixture of answers of positive affirmation, screaming in joy at Gabriel's full face reveal, and also conflicting comments between support and disdain for Gabriel using the word "rizz" so casually.)

(A twitch donation pops up, reading "THAT'S MY FELLOW PATTERN FELLA")

Gabriel: "Well then, thank you all guys for being there for my face reveal-"

(Iori's character model moves again, which means she's back.)

Iori: "GABBY YOU FUCKING GRACEFUL BUTTERFLY YOU TOLD ME YESTERDAY YOU'D DO THIS SOON!"

(Gabriel's butterfly wings momentarily flutter while they make a really cheesy grin, briefly making the chat spike with awe again.)

Gabriel: "I did say that, Iori~?"

Iori: "Like, I know you'd say it soon but, I didn't expect THAT soon!"

(Iori laughs elatedly.)

Gabriel: "Alright, why don't we go back on schedule, everyone-"

(Another donation pops up, reading "bro you had too much rizz, your griddle's burning")

Gabriel: "OH! Whoops! I completely forgot about that!"

(Gabriel turns around to tend to the still-hot griddle, showing their butterfly wings in full to the stream audience. The chat proceeds to explode over awe and admiration over the flap of Gabby's butterfly wings behind their back.)

Iori: "Gabby I'll have you know by the way, chat's thirsting over your fucking wings."

(Gabriel pauses, turns the stove down, and turns their head back to the camera.)

Gabriel: "Sorry what?"

Iori: "YOUR WINGS! THEY'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH REAL WINGS BEFORE THEY'RE ALL SWOONED OVER!"

(Iori's laughing elatedly again over the chat's reaction to Gabriel's continued wing flapping. Gabriel puts a hand on their mouth as they turn back to finishing the breakfast sandwiches at the griddle.)

Gabriel: "I thought I'd be safe since I'm flat as a board but guess not!"

(Gabriel laughs in joy along with Iori, while the chat is in a wildfire of joy as well.)

[comicallycubicalcassie]

OC Dynamics Week 2025 - Day 4 (cousins) - The Lemonade Stand (2007)

(CW: mentions and mistaken perceptions of urine)

Avery, Maria, and Robyn Davis by me

Izzy Louise by MP

Flow by @facultativeactivity

Thunderbolt System by @wingedcatgirl

Word Count: 1264

Maria_Davis: Hi Av!

AveryDv: oh hi mom what's up today?

Maria_Davis: I was moving all the stuff from my really old laptop to the hard drive and found a short movie you and your older brother made with my help!

AveryDv: *sibling, mom, they're genderfluid now

Maria_Davis: Oh right, thanks for correcting me! Sorry for that, dear

Maria_Davis: Anyway, where was I? Oh right, here's the movie you were in back in elementary!

Maria_Davis: thelemonadestand_shortfilm_group4.mp4

AveryDv: oh neat about 5 minutes

AveryDv: thanks mom

Maria_Davis: Your welcome! <3

The video is played. The camera is already on, showing a stand made of soapboxes and planks, with the wooden plank on top simply saying "LEMONADE". Standing behind the lemonade stand, is Robyn, arms folded in confidence.

"These lemonades are going to sell like hotcakes!" Robyn confidently says with a sweet grin on their face.

From under the stand, Avery slowly rose his head into view.

"BOO!"

"JESUS CHRIST! Avery what are you doing here?!" Robyn asks after being spooked by Avery's sudden presence.

"I heard you're running a lemonade stand, Robby! Can I help?" Avery asks as he gives an innocent look at Robyn.

"Oh, well, I guess it wouldn't hurt..." Robyn answered as they put their hands on their waist, resigned to accept Avery's presence for the rest of the film.

The camera pans a bit to the left, bringing Flow into view. Realizing their cue, Flow walks towards the siblings' lemonade stand with timid, nervous steps

"Hey there, fella!" Avery greets Flow enthusiastically, making Flow yelp and flinch for a moment.

"...Bro, they're a nervous one. Be more gentle, okay?" Robyn nudges and suggests to Avery.

"Oh, right, sorry for that." Avery apologizes. "So, here for a lemonade or two?"

"Uhm, just one, right?" Flow asks quietly, a bit too quiet for Avery's ears.

"Uh, sorry, could you say that again?" Avery asks Flow again, with his voice lowered to match their volume.

"Just one!" Flow nervously answers again, with their voice raised to be more audible.

"Alright then, one cup of lemonade coming right up!" Avery declares.

Meanwhile, the camera immediately cuts to the other side of the lemonade stall. Izzy slowly slides into view from the right, as she sneaks an entire cup of salt into the pitcher of lemonade while making a wide, evil grin on her face.

"They won't expect THIS! Heeheehee..."

Izzy slides back out of view, and afterwards the pitcher is picked up by Avery's hand, and the camera cuts back to the left side of the stand. Avery pours the lemonade into a cup, and hands it over to Flow.

"Aaaaaaaaaand that's half a buck for that!" Avery confidently says to Flow.

Flow wordlessly hands over a half-dollar coin to Avery, who takes it in turn. Flow takes a gulp of the drink before they immediately spitting it out.

"Did you piss in the pitcher and call it lemonade?!! Ewwwwwww...." Flow angrily says to the siblings running the lemonade stand. "I-i want a refund right now!"

"What?!" Avery asks incredulously. "Robby, no way you collected your own piss for this lemonade, right?!"

Robyn wordlessly pours the lemonade into their own cup, takes a sip and spits it out a second after.

"WHY DOES IT TASTE LIKE PISS?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?!" Robyn quickly blows into a temper tantrum over finding out their lemonade somehow turned out tasting awful.

Izzy walks in from the right side of the screen, giggling at Robyn's anger.

"Oh my god! Did you collect your brother's piss? Were you too broke to afford a single lemon? Oh my god how horrible!" Izzy mocked Robyn in a very mocking and cloying tone, with a mocking smile to boot.

Avery just stared with his mouth agape in horror, while Robyn clenches their fist in anger while they stare daggers at Izzy.

"What?! You think I tainted the lemonade myself? No way! I live too far away from here, you know!" Izzy taunts at Robyn.

"Robby! Please do something!" Avery begs desperately.

From behind the two siblings, Celine slowly slides into view.

"Well then, what do we have here?"

Robyn and Avery gasp together.

"Celine! Help us save our stall! Someone tainted our lemonade, this is going to be bad for sales!" Avery begged in absolute earnesty.

"Well then, how is it tainted?" Celine asks Robyn and Avery.

"It tastes...IT TASTES UNDRINKABLE NOW! Trust us!" Robyn answers Celine's question, pouring their rage into slamming the lemonade stand with their fist.

Celine picks up the pitcher and observes the contents from the side, before turning her gaze towards a slightly-visible pile of particulates at the bottom of the pitcher.

"Aha! Someone snuck in too much salt into the pitcher! Now then, would everyone want to show their hands if they have any salt packets?"

Flow, Avery, and Robyn show their hands, revealing nothing. Izzy does not show hers.

"Hey, Izzy, do you got something you wanna hide?" Celine asks Izzy in an interrogative tone.

"Woah, don't start picking on me out of nowhere!" Izzy retorts, putting her hands up in the air, not realizing that this made her drop the salt packet she used to taint the lemonade stand.

Celine picks up the salt packet not a moment after it dropped. "Aha! You came here to tamper with the brothers' lemonade, did you Izzy?!"

Izzy gasps and sulks to the ground dramatically. "OH CURSE YOU, YOU GOSSIPY HEN!"

"Well then, DON'T MAKE A MESS OUT OF OUR LEMONADE EVER AGAIN!" Robyn yells angrily towards Izzy, pointing a finger at her.

"Okay, I'm sorry!" Izzy sobs as she apologizes.

"Well, let me just give you the right cup this time..." Avery takes a new pitcher from under the stand and pours out another cup of lemonade, and gives it to Flow. "There, it won't taste unbearable this time!"

"T-thank you!" Flow answers Avery, as the latter smiles.

"Your welcome!"

THE END

CAST

Robyn Lemonade Stand Owner

Avery Lemonade Stand Assistant

Flow Customer

Izzy Bully

Celine Detective

SPECIAL THANKS TO MARIA FOR RECORDING

AveryDv: thelemonadestand_shortfilm_group4.mp4

AveryDv: hey robby, mom showed us this short film

AveryDv: hopefully ur ok seeing your egg

RBY_Dv: take this as your movie.

AveryDv: isn't this your group assignment

RBY_Dv: i got a 72 out of it and it's cringe

RBY_Dv: you were the best part of the movie anyway

AveryDv: ...how? Robby how srsly

RBY_Dv: you came in the final shoot so suddenly when everyone else got sick of so many failed takes

RBY_Dv: you nearly ruined this movie but be thankful you didn't

AveryDv: are u ok robby?

RBY_Dv: no

RBY_Dv: also i hate this movie anyway

RBY_Dv: so thx for asking

AveryDv: robby i'm sorry ok?

AveryDv: i forgot how you would feel seeing your old things. I should've asked before dropping

(1 minute passes.)

AveryDv: if there's something you don't like of me just ask

(2 minutes pass.)

AveryDv: mom always says that to us. I nearly fell out with a friend of mine until i remembered that.

(3 minutes pass.)

AveryDv: if you don't like how reckless i am you can just tell me, i can tone it down for you

(4 minutes pass.)

AveryDv: idk if you're busy but at least bother to read your bro's words

(5 minutes pass.)

AveryDv: robby pls

AveryDv: i care about you a lot

AveryDv: you don't have to be rude to me again

AveryDv: i apologize for anything and everything all these years, including the fucking game gear

AveryDv: so just say no or yes, whatever makes you happy

AveryDv: robby pls

[comicallycubicalcassie]

OC Dynamics Week 2025 - Day 3 (co-parents) - An Incomplete Family Photo

Harlequin Rosaria, wife of Giovanni Rosaria (supposedly) and mother of Luca Rosaria looked at the photo his husband brought back home today. Did he seriously not have any time to be transparent to her about whatever kind of possible "mafia shenanigans" he has been up to this time around? He eloped to someone else under her nose, didn't he? She's going to have a thousand questions about his supposed devotion...

From left to right:

Giovanni Rosaria by me

Pierre Rosaria-Elakha owned by me, created from @kung-fu-cutbug's Tomodachi Life playthrough

Vivi Elakha by @wingedcatgirl

Made in a fashion akin to the Super Game Boy, with a Game Boy-sized picture and a border for the SNES-sized remainder of the screen.

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OC DYNAMICS WEEK 2025

Want to explore your original characters’ dynamics and share them with other creatives? Or maybe you’re making new OCs and need ideas for their relationships to each other? Welcome to OC Dynamics Week!

OC Dynamics Week is an event taking place on August 18th - August 24th 2025. There is a prompt for each day of the week and three bonus prompts! Simply post your creation (any medium!) about your original characters using one of the given prompts. Fill one prompt or all of them, does not matter, just make something and have fun! Use the tag #ocdynamicsweek25 so that other participants and I can see it!

I will be reblogging your creations on this blog!

Rules:

Original characters only! Fandom OCs are fine, but the characters within the dynamic must be OCs.

Make something (writing, visual art, some other creation) with a given prompt, then post it on Tumblr during Oc Dynamics Week and use the hashtag #ocdynamicsweek25. Interpret the prompts freely and include as many OCs within the dynamic as you wish!

There are no strict rules for what content is allowed. However, I may choose not to reblog something if I feel that it goes against the spirit of the event (AI generated content, hateful content etc).

Event is over but you still want to do the prompts? No worries, keep working on the daily prompts or fill the bonus prompts if you wish! I'll keep reblogging posts for a while after the event is over.

Bonus rule: interact with at least one other creation for each piece you make yourself! Like, reblog, leave a reply, or even send the creator a message if you want - let’s spread the love! ♡

Prompts:

Day 1. roommates / competitive

Day 2. best friends / soft

Day 3. co-parents / awkward

Day 4. cousins / playful

Day 5. lovebirds / shy

Day 6. coworkers / curious

Day 7. distant relatives / difficult

Bonus prompts:

ex-friends / formal

strangers / suspicious

neighbors / vulnerable

Prompt guide

each prompt contains a type of relationship and an adjective. you can fill a day's prompt in one of 3 ways (using the first prompt as an example): 1. use only the type of relationship → make a piece about roommates, 2. use only the adjective → make a piece about ocs who have a competitive dynamic OR 3. use both → make a piece about roommates who have a competitive dynamic. 

only do the prompts you want to do! you can do the bonus prompts after the event if you want to keep going, or you can swap out one of the main prompts for a bonus prompt.

Asks are open in case you have any questions! Happy creating!♡

[comicallycubicalcassie]

OC Dynamics Week 2025 - Day 2 (best friends / soft) - Cheers, My Wings

Tao Ayano by me, Amy by @existential-turquoise

Word Count: 1000

8:15 AM

Tao Ayano grasped behind her left shoulder blade, feeling the brief twitch of a phantom wing. Unfortunately, she was busy scrambling a pan full of eggs, and that brief distraction gave the eggs too many seconds to stick to the pan and harden.

"Oh- DRAT!" Tao yelped, quickly pulling the pan out of the stove, and scraping the eggs onto the dinner plate. Alas, the eggs have gone rubbery, not silky as she'd like, with a somewhat displeasing, dry texture to its look. She sighed.

"This is the seventh time since I last got a silky scrambled egg…" Tao mutters to herself in a bout of frustration, right as she feels the phantom twitch on her back again and she quickly grasps behind her again, barely managing to balance the frying pan all the way to the sink along the way.

Amy walks in to the kitchen, checking in and seeing Tao complaining and still clutching one of her shoulders.

"Hey, what's wrong, Tao? Got your eggs rubbery again?" Amy softly asked Tao as she walked towards the red-haired woman who still held her shoulder. "…Did you hurt your shoulder this time?" She asked again in a more concerned tone.

"Well, I didn't hurt myself, but I didn't get silky eggs anyway." Tao answered in a lower tone than her usual. "It just happened out of nowhere this time."

"Well…" Amy would've said she'd be fine with rubbery scrambled eggs, but hearing about Tao's shoulder pain made her pause for a moment. "…how could it happen out of nowhere?" She asked, with her inner eyebrows raising as she looked at Tao in the face.

Tao took her arm away from the back of her shoulder, and adjusted her glasses.

"I mean, you've heard of a phantom limb, right? It's like one of my wings is still beating behind me." Tao answered Amy's question, straight to the point, knowing well the long history they both had with each other should answer for themselves.

Amy put a finger on her lips, as she know herself well. After all, Tao used to have those when the two first met each other during that fateful hiking trip that brought them together.

"You still miss your old life, do you?" Amy asked, gently brushing the back of Tao's shoulder to ease the itch.

"It's not just I miss what's in the past now…" Tao trailed off as she let Amy rub the back of the shoulder to sooth the rising feeling of pain stemming from her body starting to remember what made her lost her wings.

"It kind of hurts being me, you know? I felt more comfortable with my wings, traveling around and meeting people with them, and also flying around in such a vast place as I helped take care of it. And-"

"We can't go back, can we?" Amy stopped rubbing Tao's shoulder for a moment, finishing Tao's words.

"…Exactly. I don't know how to." Tao sighs through her teeth, making a slight grimace while she's facing away from Amy as she's busy rubbing the ache away from her shoulder. "Thanks for that, by the way."

"Your welcome, Tao." Amy answered Tao with a smile. "If you feel like you miss your wings, would you like to try out a costume? Since Spirit Halloween just opened yesterday." She continues with a question to her.

"Will it scratch the itch? Don't those wings just stay still?"

Amy paused for a moment, seeing this familiar act of rejection from how Tao tended to never settle for less. It was very admirable at times of struggle together…not so much for when it comes to Tao's own happiness. No, to start fixing each other is to start with yourself. She'll have to nudge her.

"Maybe it won't, but…you'd still want to have something to be more comfortable, right?" Amy asked, as she turned around to face Tao face-to-face again.

The eye contact gave Tao a flutter in her stomach. "But…" She trails off, failing to figure out what she'd object to that with.

"Not enough? So…what about we save up and order for one that can move its wings online?" Amy helped Tao finish.

"We don't have to buy in Spirit Halloween, just try!" She continued warmly.

"Don't they not have any fitting rooms?" Tao asked back in doubt.

"Oh, well, we could find somewhere else for a wing costume! Since Halloween's closing in, and a lot of costume shops open before it…" Amy answered back, winking in trust towards Tao.

Tao turns her head towards the window behind her, and turns back to Amy after looking through briefly.

"Well, you're right. I guess it's time I should get my wings back." Tao says to Amy.

Amy smiles briefly. "Oh yeah, after work, of course!"

"Right." Tao responds curtly.

A bit of a quiet breakfast and some change of clothes later, Amy's wearing an office suit, ready to be a personal assistant at the office today. With a purse on her arm, she's ready to head out for the job.

At the front door, Tao opened it as Amy walked through, and there's a taxi already waiting at the street right down the sidewalk.

"Well then, Tao, see you with new wings!" Amy said to Tao as she waved goodbye just for now, with a smile showing her pearly white teeth.

"I'll see you again with them!" Tao smiled back, winking in joy.

Amy gets in the taxi, and afterward, the taxi drives away down the street.

Tao closes the door, going back inside the house and heading back to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

In the middle of sweeping the dust and trash out of the house, Tao looked through the window at some of the displays of the costume shops, looking for any black wings like that of a raven.

She hasn't found any wings that fit her yet, but she still smiled with hope. She'll fly once again, soon.

[comicallycubicalcassie]

@ocdynamicsweek have to ping this cuz it's not showing up in the tags damn it

[comicallycubicalcassie]

OC Dynamics Week 2025 - Day 2 (best friends / soft) - Cheers, My Wings

Tao Ayano by me, Amy by @existential-turquoise

Word Count: 1000

8:15 AM

Tao Ayano grasped behind her left shoulder blade, feeling the brief twitch of a phantom wing. Unfortunately, she was busy scrambling a pan full of eggs, and that brief distraction gave the eggs too many seconds to stick to the pan and harden.

"Oh- DRAT!" Tao yelped, quickly pulling the pan out of the stove, and scraping the eggs onto the dinner plate. Alas, the eggs have gone rubbery, not silky as she'd like, with a somewhat displeasing, dry texture to its look. She sighed.

"This is the seventh time since I last got a silky scrambled egg…" Tao mutters to herself in a bout of frustration, right as she feels the phantom twitch on her back again and she quickly grasps behind her again, barely managing to balance the frying pan all the way to the sink along the way.

Amy walks in to the kitchen, checking in and seeing Tao complaining and still clutching one of her shoulders.

"Hey, what's wrong, Tao? Got your eggs rubbery again?" Amy softly asked Tao as she walked towards the red-haired woman who still held her shoulder. "…Did you hurt your shoulder this time?" She asked again in a more concerned tone.

"Well, I didn't hurt myself, but I didn't get silky eggs anyway." Tao answered in a lower tone than her usual. "It just happened out of nowhere this time."

"Well…" Amy would've said she'd be fine with rubbery scrambled eggs, but hearing about Tao's shoulder pain made her pause for a moment. "…how could it happen out of nowhere?" She asked, with her inner eyebrows raising as she looked at Tao in the face.

Tao took her arm away from the back of her shoulder, and adjusted her glasses.

"I mean, you've heard of a phantom limb, right? It's like one of my wings is still beating behind me." Tao answered Amy's question, straight to the point, knowing well the long history they both had with each other should answer for themselves.

Amy put a finger on her lips, as she know herself well. After all, Tao used to have those when the two first met each other during that fateful hiking trip that brought them together.

"You still miss your old life, do you?" Amy asked, gently brushing the back of Tao's shoulder to ease the itch.

"It's not just I miss what's in the past now…" Tao trailed off as she let Amy rub the back of the shoulder to sooth the rising feeling of pain stemming from her body starting to remember what made her lost her wings.

"It kind of hurts being me, you know? I felt more comfortable with my wings, traveling around and meeting people with them, and also flying around in such a vast place as I helped take care of it. And-"

"We can't go back, can we?" Amy stopped rubbing Tao's shoulder for a moment, finishing Tao's words.

"…Exactly. I don't know how to." Tao sighs through her teeth, making a slight grimace while she's facing away from Amy as she's busy rubbing the ache away from her shoulder. "Thanks for that, by the way."

"Your welcome, Tao." Amy answered Tao with a smile. "If you feel like you miss your wings, would you like to try out a costume? Since Spirit Halloween just opened yesterday." She continues with a question to her.

"Will it scratch the itch? Don't those wings just stay still?"

Amy paused for a moment, seeing this familiar act of rejection from how Tao tended to never settle for less. It was very admirable at times of struggle together…not so much for when it comes to Tao's own happiness. No, to start fixing each other is to start with yourself. She'll have to nudge her.

"Maybe it won't, but…you'd still want to have something to be more comfortable, right?" Amy asked, as she turned around to face Tao face-to-face again.

The eye contact gave Tao a flutter in her stomach. "But…" She trails off, failing to figure out what she'd object to that with.

"Not enough? So…what about we save up and order for one that can move its wings online?" Amy helped Tao finish.

"We don't have to buy in Spirit Halloween, just try!" She continued warmly.

"Don't they not have any fitting rooms?" Tao asked back in doubt.

"Oh, well, we could find somewhere else for a wing costume! Since Halloween's closing in, and a lot of costume shops open before it…" Amy answered back, winking in trust towards Tao.

Tao turns her head towards the window behind her, and turns back to Amy after looking through briefly.

"Well, you're right. I guess it's time I should get my wings back." Tao says to Amy.

Amy smiles briefly. "Oh yeah, after work, of course!"

"Right." Tao responds curtly.

A bit of a quiet breakfast and some change of clothes later, Amy's wearing an office suit, ready to be a personal assistant at the office today. With a purse on her arm, she's ready to head out for the job.

At the front door, Tao opened it as Amy walked through, and there's a taxi already waiting at the street right down the sidewalk.

"Well then, Tao, see you with new wings!" Amy said to Tao as she waved goodbye just for now, with a smile showing her pearly white teeth.

"I'll see you again with them!" Tao smiled back, winking in joy.

Amy gets in the taxi, and afterward, the taxi drives away down the street.

Tao closes the door, going back inside the house and heading back to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

In the middle of sweeping the dust and trash out of the house, Tao looked through the window at some of the displays of the costume shops, looking for any black wings like that of a raven.

She hasn't found any wings that fit her yet, but she still smiled with hope. She'll fly once again, soon.

[wingedcatgirl]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A thing we did for OC Dynamics Week.

Prompt: roommates / competitive While waiting for Sheena to get back from her honor duel, Scarlex thinks about winning, and Leaf is unaware.

[comicallycubicalcassie]

OC Dynamics Week 2025 - Day 1 (competitive) - A Small Spar

Combination of Mega Man-style pixel art with a PICO-8 text font as well as the resolution of the Fairchild Channel F (sort of, i went for 102x58 but some sources say it can do 104x60).

This stars two OCs of mine who's involved with swordfighting. On the left is Luca Rosaria (he/him), and on the right is Captain Eri (she/her).

Currently, the picture depicts Luca just managing to parry Eri's current attack.

[cassandrapentayaaaaas]

Questions About Creating Your OCs

[gahoual]

cassandrapentayaaaaas:

‘Cause sometimes the stories of how OCs come to be are just as interesting as the OCs, themselves. Tell me how your virtual kids came into the world.

What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)? 

Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind? 

How did you choose their name? 

In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts? 

Is there any significance behind their hair color? 

Is there any significance behind their eye color? 

Is there any significance behind their height? 

What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story? 

Are they based off of you, in some way? 

If they have an LI, how much of their character is tailored to be compatible to that person? 

Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation? 

What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)? 

How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all? 

If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be? 

What is something about your OC can make you laugh? 

What is something about your OC can make you cry? 

Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story? 

What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC? 

What is your favorite fact about your OC?

[comicallycubicalcassie]

Breaking, breaking, breaking the shell

Breaking out, oh break it now

Show me how, show me how

Listen up, my broken child

Let's lament, let's lament

The life, the death, the good, the bad

The never ending curse we cast

Control, control, control, release

Control, betray, control, let go

Conceal, reveal, unreal, surreal

Invoke, evoke, decode, reload

Let's lament, let's lament

The past that only got to live in the incomplete holy land

Celestial (ayiah)

We're astral (ayiou)

I'm reborn (le rheaiah)

Total liberation (katre o lamenta)

My tender skin

A vagitus song (essential)

I breathed (eventual)

And screamed (eternal)

From my new lungs (inevitable freeing of the soul)