HELLO! My name is Mara, I'm 17 (turning 18 in april) and I come from Romania, I don't really mind pronouns, but I mainly use they/she pronouns, and I'm an ENFP. I am a young artist and writer who is still learning a lot, so please be patient!
To start off, I rebranded this old blog into an oc blog to kickstart (sort of) a comic book that's currently in the making called "The Post Mortem Club" and a book called "Theatre De Marionette)
(TPMC) THE POST MORTEM CLUB is about a squad of highschool students from different cliques joining their forces to catch ghosts (sort of like Ghostbusters)
(TDM) THEATRE DE MARIONETTE is about a circus hosted for those who have traumatic pasts, with equally traumatised and disturbed carnies, and we follow the journey of Marion, a young lady who remained depressed from her mother's passing, and we walk alongside her on the journey of healing while working as a magician... which the carnies aren't happy about.
WARNING! This is a blog with rather heavy themes. I don't block people based on age, so feel free to follow, but keep this in mind while viewing my content. The content won't be explicitly mature, but it will have mature allegories which might trigger people.
I'll only talk with those around my age, youngest age group being people who are 15 as of right now (aka born in 2010). This doesn't mean people under that age group can't interact or mutual me, don't worry, but I'm not going to talk beyond fanwork (art/fics/etc) with anyone WAY younger than me.
OTHER BLOGS:
@marabow (where I'm posting oc x reader fics)
@self-ishy (where I'm posting fandom x reader fics)
Content you will see here
-Writing (WIPs for my projects, canon facts, answering questions, memes, etc)
- original characters
- reblogs of fandom content + fanwork for me (which I'd LOVE to see <3)
- art. like a lot of art
(NEW) TAGS
# MARA RAMBLES - my personal hashtag that I use for rambles and asks.
# MARA DOODLES - a tag I created when I tend to doodle the ocs in my stories
# MARA WRITES - a tag for my fanfics, oneshots, drabbles and headcanons
(ANYTHING UNDER THE "EDEN (Blah blah blah)" TAG IS REALLY OLD AND YOU SHOULD PROBABLY NOT CHECK IT OUT UNLESS YOU WANT TO DIE OF CRINGE) (jokingly)
Explaining the backstories of ocs from a webcomic I'm making (episode 1) (Gabe, Cassandra) (no Oleander (ghost) this time)
(SPOILERS!!! Sort of) (TW: Toxic relationships (NOT romanticized), triggering and sad topics, some things might not be accurate to reality (which I apologise about), and much more. Read with caution)
Gabe Mitch/ Michael
Michael-Gabriel (nicknamed Gabe Mitch) is one of the main protagonists of my webcomic "The Post Mortem Club" (WIP).
On a rainy April day somewhere in Quebec, Canada, the year 1975, Michael was born to two very wonderful people, Mickey Marriot, a well known psychiatrist, and Buffy Perrin, a very sweet psychologist that specialised on the mental health of children. His first name was chosen by his mother to commemorate his father (whom she loved a lot), while his father decided to do a little rhyme for his name by adding Gabriel as the middle name.
Michael was a pretty joyful yet shy toddler, playing with his toys and creating stories, as well as many imaginary friends.
Life was going well for the Perrin-Mariott family, with Mickey proposing to Buffy, and Buffy once again being pregnant, this time with a baby girl. Sadly, every good thing doesn't last forever.
One thing led to another, after Michael turned 5, he was taken by his grandmother, nana Lizzie (Buffy's mother), in Liddelfield, a small town in the state of NY, after what his grandmother told him years later was "a car accident his father made", which apparently killed both of his parents, leaving him the only person left in his mother's side of the family (as he had no cousins on his mother's side)
In his youth, Michael had a sort of hard time talking in english, as his parents raised him speaking french, and he still has a slight accent every now and then, which actually was one of the few factors he got into the movie industry so young. As he was casted in many movies, he started becoming arrogant (all while it being a way for him to shield his insecurities).
It didn't help his grandmother kept feeding him into his insecurities, especially the ones about how "he'll turn out like his 'cruel' and 'manipulative' father" if he continued doing things she didn't like, which even led him to stop using his first name all together, and go by his middle name. Not only that, but when he realized he was queer, he started denying it a lot, even starting to hate on "masculinity" and men in general, even viewing people attracted to men that weren't him or wanting to transition as "betrayers" (TL; Dr, he became a male equivalent of a pick me + an internalized misandrist + a homophobe (against male-attracted people) and a transphobe (in general)) (Keep in mind, this story takes place during the AIDS pandemic, so that made him even more biggoted)
In highschool, he became VERY popular, as he started dressing alternative to seem "mysterious" + to make the fantasy girls had to be with a "hot vampire" to come true (his ASS is NOT a hot vampire). He succeeded especially in the theatre department and in creative writing classes, which helped him a lot in making others do his favours while still seeming like a sweetheart.
He only ever dated Cassandra, as she was the only girl his grandmother approved of, but he disliked her for being too clingy in his eyes, as well as possessive and obsessive over him. Even so, he loved having somebody compliment him all the time, so he obviously fed her obsession more and more, by even purposefully neglecting her and threatening breaking up with her or/and harming himself because of her. (Which she obviously started love bombing until he 'forgave' her). A cycle of countinous misery, not only from him, but from her too (which you'll read at her section)
After joining the Post Mortem Club, his hatred towards men started diminishing, as well as he started maturing. But Cassandra kept trying to bring him down, especially now that she stopped lovebombing him, which he missed a lot, and he started yearning for more of her loving words (not really her as a person)
Cassandra
Cassandra (nicknamed Cassidy) is one of the main secondary of my webcomic "The Post Mortem Club" (WIP).
On a September day, the year 1975, two estonian citizens who lived in the time of the Soviet Union, managed to be helped by a Finnish sailor who gave the opportunity to smuggle their newborn daughter, Andra, into leaving the country to live in what they believed was a better environment. And so, The sailor, safely bringing the baby back to Finland, managed to be helped into fabricating a birth certificate for the girl, making a story that she was his fresh-into-adulthood son's daughter which he "found on the doorstep from an anonymous woman he had an affair with.
Even so, Kimmo, the sailor's son, really loved Andra, who's name was changed into Cassandra, even if he only viewed her as his younger sister. And so, when he was still in college, he got an opportunity to live in New York, and so he moved there when Cassandra was two.
He spent nights being busy with college, and often left his daughter with a nanny, who finally convinced him to let her take both of them as caretaker, pretending to be Cassandra's grandmother.
But even when Cassandra was taken care of, she felt lonely in life, often her emotions being neglected by both her nanny and father, even if they tried their best to give her everything physical (since they didn't know they were emotionally neglecting Cassandra). And so, little Cassie kept doing many things to catch their attention all the time.
In highschool, she was let into the popular girl's club since she always did their homework when asked, and that's how she met Gabe, who soon became her boyfriend. She really loved Gabe, but she knew he didn't. But she still tried, and worked her best, to get his affection. While she loved him, she also despised him for not paying attention to her, so she started acting all "woe is me", and trying to get his attention by guilttripping and lovebombing. (and when that didn't work, she spread rumours about him, especially ones that mentioned that he was a homosexual, which is why he got the nickname "Gabe Mitch" which he didn't know who it was from)
One day, she tripped to where the remains of a ghost were, and they quickly befriended... she even started having feelings for the ghost. (Who surprise surprise was Oleander).
She stopped paying attention to her boyfriend, and started forming a "friendship with benefits" relationship with the ghost, since he was "such a gentleman", and genuinely treated her so much better than any boy could.
Oleander slowly started alienizing her from society, only wanting attention on him, but in a much more charming method towards Cassandra, and he even promised her to be with her forever if he found the skeletal body where his skull she found belonged, and if she helped him replace Gabe's soul with his for all eternity.
Gabe noticed that she was ignoring him, and this time, Cassandra knew that he was yearning for her words now, so she kept denying him so she could humiliate him even further. Yet at the same time, she came back and apologized to get even closer to him, so that she could help her ghost boyfriend come to life.
THAT'S IT FOR NOW LOL
That's a small part of the webcomic until now, sooooo be sure to prepare yourself for the full thing! This was Mara Flamme, signing out!
podcasts are great because it's like having a friend tell you about their day while you're doing the dishes but instead it's a bunch of guys running around and experiencing the horrors
Right now, I'm not in the state of consuming other media, so I'll be writing only original ideas (or ideas inspired by random media). I promise it won't be like this forever, but for now I only accept OC x reader requests.
The fanfic length depends on the ask. If the ask requests me something very detailed or something vague, I'll either write something very short, or a whole story/short series.
I only write reader-inserts
No NSFW. As I mentioned before, I am still a teenager, which is classified as a minor, so if you want to send an NSFW request, please respectfully send your request to another blog that is okay with NSFW. (I’m also pretty squeamish when it comes to NSFW, so even once I turn into a legal adult, I will still not accept NSFW requests)
I can always delete an ask if I don’t like it (I’m not that picky with requests, so as long as it’s not anything related to NSFW, then I will write it)
I will mostly write yandere requests, since I'm really interested in the whole genre at the moment, as long as it's meant for horror purposes (Please don't romanticize that sort of behaviour. If you're in an abusive relationship in real life, please try to seek help from someone you trust)
Tell me the preferred gender for the (Y/N), but if you don’t, I’ll automatically use they/them pronouns
I’ll post around 2pm-9pm EEST time, since I’m kind of busy with school, but I’ll post as quickly as I can, since I do have time between those hours
I'm planning on putting this painting on Canvas, but here's the drawing in digital format! It's Actions Speak Louder Than Words from "The Distortionist" by Ghost and Pals
More uncanny drawings of my favorite boy, the distortionist! (Uncensored art under the cut because I know some people will get scared if they see the drawing, so just a warning, if you feel easily unnerved or are scared of the uncanny valley, please just scroll!)
I tried to make him look like a creepypasta character lmao
I made a small Christopher Pierre drawing on @crispy7326's discord server (aka the one I made a promo for a few posts ago), and I'm rlly proud of it so I'm showing it 🔥🔥🔥🔥
WARNING: scary imagery under the cut
Yes I used Radiohead lyrics because Christopher is the literal definition a male manipulator (I WISH I WAS JOKING, BUT THAT'S LITERALLY HIM)
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I genuinely wonder sometimes WHAT it’s like to live and not be an artist. Of any kind, like painter, illustrator, writer, videographer, performer, whatever ok etc etc etc, like. What the fuck do you mean you don’t have an innate and all-consuming need to create. How is it like living life like that. Is it nice. I BET ITS NICE
