PLEASE TALK ABOUT AYESHA AND OR TOOTHPICK PRETTY PLEASE PLEASEEEEEE :}c
Delayed response am I right?
Nah but since y’all waited so dearly I’ll give you scraps and hard dried metal. Here are rough drafts and information about both my ocs
(TW: Body horror, and mentions of depression)
Ayesha Nixie Rough draft (small details to later reorganize later) At the age of 20, she was on an excavation as an intern. She had been
(TW: Child Abuse, Death)
Rodrick Baines (Aka. Agent Toothpick) -Background Although coming from Scottish blood he grew up in the UK. His mother gave birth to
Before y’all say something “Jinx what the fuck is this format?” or “Jinx you need to read more this writing sucks ass” I KNOW!! BE GENTLE WITH ME!! I low-key suck at writing and forming complete thoughts in my head
This writing is old, and I plan on making a official one this year since Ayesha is getting a redesigned. These are rough drafts and I’m also sooo very lazy to give info so I HOPE this is enough
A tamagotchi fan comic about Tensaitchi Jr., a robot, finding himself in a variety of predicaments with his inventor, co-workers, and all sorts of tamagotchis that reside in Tamatown.
After months of hard work, i am willing to finally announce the first 3 chapters of my tamagotchi fan comic! If you’re looking for something fun to read, enjoy the writing of the tamagotchi anime, or like cute little robots, please give it a shot!
I truly can’t recommend this comic enough! It’s simple and silly and I love the setting so much. Great way to spend a few minutes and the characters are pretty accurate!
did you ever read George Orwell's 1984? if you did, what is your opinion about the book? Do you think 1984 and Foundation have got some similarities?
Oh yeah, I've read it. A long time ago, to be fair, but I remember liking it. It's one of those books that really is what it is, but I appreciated how it got the nuance down as well as the obvious metaphors. And I've always been amused by the constant shifting of who the enemy is during the constant war. That's pretty on the nose.
I don't really see that many similarities within the Foundation, though I do often respond to new guidance from O5 with a picture of the book's cover. I see far more similarities within the world at large, which is both concerning and expecting -- there's a reason Orwell was writing this back in his day, so while I don't think we should clutch pearls yet it's still disheartening to find that nothing has changed.
There's a lot of shit going on in the Foundation but overall I think it's more an ethical quagmire. There's a lot in philosophy and sociology that hits closer to home. I mean, for fuck's sake, this whole place is just one giant trolley problem, when you think about it.
including her canine traits, her relationship with Kondraki, and everything in between!
I'm so happy to present this to you, since I worked really hard and it's my first time writing something like this in English! your attention would mean so much to me ^_^
her slightly updated ref sheet. odds' lore below👇
Disclaimer 1:
This post contains deviations from the established SCP canon (OOC, OC x canon, or altered canonical events — for example, Iris is in the Foundation's containment not after her boyfriend's death but since childhood). If such changes in a universe where "there is no canon" deeply upset or irritate you, I strongly advise against reading this post. You won't enjoy it, and you'll only waste your time and nerves.
Disclaimer 2:
Aside from Odds, this post also features other original characters of mine (and not just mine). I won't delve into their lore here, as they're meant to have their own dedicated posts (though I doubt I'll ever get around to writing them).
So, what do we have here? Yet another self-indulgent SCP OC with animal traits, who also gets shipped with a canon character. Oh, the horror. If even that hasn't scared you off—congratulations. But how did we even end up like this?
CHILDHOOD AND WHY SHE'S A "MUTT"
Meet Lizochka Krasnova. She was born in 1983 into a fairly wealthy and privileged family. Her mother seems loving at times, even spoiling her, but occasionally acts completely differently — yelling at Lisa and scolding her over trivial things. Unpleasant, but mostly tolerable. Strangely, she often speaks of Lisa’s father as a wonderful, perfect man. Lisa finds this odd: If he’s so great, why do they argue all the time?
Speaking of her father — they rarely see each other, and when they do, he's cold toward her. It's like he's been disappointed in her since birth, though Lisa can't understand why.
Truth is, Lisa rarely spent time with her parents. Most days, she was left with nannies and servants in their big house. She loved when they showed her their "tricks" — stretching their limbs, growing taller or smaller, sprouting fur, spikes, or scales, sometimes even swapping their faces for animal muzzles or monstrous forms. But her father was the best at it: he'd shift into a massive, wine-red beast with sharp fangs, like a wolf or a hound. Usually, they transformed to fight "bad guys" or when they gathered in the grand hall — where Lisa was never allowed. She was curious about what happened there, but also afraid — terrifying sounds came from behind that door. Sometimes, it caused her nightmares.
Still, she thought this ability was incredible. But, unfortunately, she couldn't do it herself. Maybe that's why her father looked down on her, calling her a disappointment and a disgrace. Sometimes he even blamed her mother, muttering that their daughter lacked the right gifts "despite all his efforts."
Then, at six years old, Lisa decided to change things. She wanted to prove herself to her father — to finally earn his approval. She'd just learned to read, so she sneaked one of the "magic" books, determined to learn transformations like him. Through agonizing pain and small amount of blood loss, she managed a partial shift: dog ears and a tail. But the effort drained her, and she collapsed beside the book in a small pool of blood.
She woke up later in her bed. The servants nursed her back to health, but after that, the books were kept away from her. Worse, she couldn’t undo the change — and her "performance" didn’t impress her father. He just smirked and said the look suited her: "Like a mutt, begging for scraps of approval."
GOC
Four years had passed since then. Not much had changed. Lisa still spent more time alone than with her parents, who were always busy. Her father kept belittling her, while her mother continued to idolize him despite their constant fights. Over time, Lisa realized her mother didn't really love her — she just cared out of obligation.
She also learned that her father's "business," which funded their lavish lifestyle, wasn't exactly legal. She didn't know — or want to know — the details, but the knowledge disgusted her. Not that she could do anything about it. From the nannies, she pieced together what this "magic" was that everyone around her seemed to wield. Her parents, she gathered, worshipped some ancient entities that granted them these powers. The nannies rambled about "Karcists" and "the Flesh," but by then, Lisa had stopped listening.
Then, one day, while wandering the woods near the mansion, she heard loud, terrifying noises from the house. Terrified, she hid, waiting for the chaos to end. When silence finally fell, she crept back toward the house.
The scene outside was horrific: blood and corpses everywhere. Among the dead were servants and soldiers —ones she’d never seen before, their uniforms marked with a blue star. Inside was the same — blood, death. She'd seen corpses before, but this time, fear truly gripped her: she was completely alone. Her parents' bodies were nowhere to be found, so she clung to the hope they were alive and would return. Her room was untouched, and she barricaded herself there, waiting.
Less than two days later, new people entered the mansion. More soldiers, but with a different symbol on their uniforms — not a blue star. Lisa braced for the end, but...
SCP-2408-1B
From that point on, Elizabeth (as the Foundation staff preferred to call her) was placed under SCP Foundation containment with the designation SCP-2408-1B.
As she grew older, she learned the truth about her father, Grigory Krasnov —a former member of an anomalous criminal organization and the Sarkic cult known as the "Hunter's Black Lodge." Later, he broke away from the Lodge to establish his own faction, where occult practices played an even greater role.
Beth also discovered the reason for her father's perpetual disappointment. While her mother was pregnant, she had been subjected to rituals and experiments in the hopes that Elizabeth would be born as a "Second Ion" — a figure that would have allowed her father to rally more followers among Neo-Sarkites and solidify his power. Needless to say, the plan failed.
Her father and everyone from her childhood were, in essence, instances of SCP-2408-1. But because Elizabeth was "defective" (unable to achieve a full transformation), she was classified as SCP-2408-1B. Those who could freely shapeshift and revert to their original form were designated SCP-2408-1A.
CONTINUING CHILDHOOD IN THE FOUNDATION
Elizabeth was placed in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-17, furnished with a bed, dining table, and bathroom. As additional amenities, she was provided with a television and VHS tapes containing films, TV series, and children's programming — including the Garfield cartoon series. It was through repeated viewings of this show that she acquired the nickname "Odds" (after the character Odie), which Foundation personnel subsequently adopted. Elizabeth herself didn't object to the name — in fact, she preferred it, as her real name carried painful associations with her family. By now, she felt nothing but hatred for her parents, blaming them for her current circumstances.
Despite her frequent complaints, Odds' living conditions within the Foundation were reasonably comfortable. She was provided with meals, clothing, basic entertainment, and even a standard education program that included socialization components. However, both her academic performance and social integration were poor. While instructors noted that Odds wasn’t unintelligent, she regularly refused to complete assignments or "forgot" about homework, earning a reputation as a lazy student. For her part, Odds viewed the teachers as hypocrites who underestimated her abilities.
Efforts to socialize her proved equally unsuccessful. Even in childhood, she developed a difficult, antisocial personality. She harbored particular resentment toward Iris (SCP-105), a girl one year her senior with whom she was often placed in shared lessons. Odds' irritation only grew when instructors praised Iris — diligent and capable — constantly emphasizing her "potential" and value to the Foundation. Though Iris herself attempted to reach out, Odds consistently responded with hostility and avoidance. This one-sided rivalry and envy of her more accomplished "colleague" would persist into Odds' adulthood.
Due to her poor socialization and abrasive demeanor, Odds never made friends as a child. She preferred solitude and the laptop gifted to her on her 14th birthday (naturally, with restrictions and monitoring). Her interests in alternative music and anime cultivated a self-image as "mysterious" and "special"—a persona that only further alienated those around her, a trend that would continue well into her future.
BEGINNING WORK AT THE FOUNDATION
After receiving a basic education within the Foundation, Odds' future had to be decided. She was granted Level 2 clearance and assigned to clerical work. Since she no longer required containment as an object, Odds was "evicted" from her cell — only to be relocated to... a repurposed storeroom. This cramped space now serves as both her living quarters and workspace, which she leaves only for hygiene, meals in the cafeteria, and work duties. The meager salary she earns goes toward online shopping, cementing her lifestyle as that of a reclusive "hikikomori", occasionally muttering snide remarks about her coworkers (though quietly enough to avoid being overheard).
Over time, Odds has managed to accumulate her share of detractors. One such figure is Dr. Iceberg, who earned a sharp rejection after an attempt at flirting. This might have been a routine incident for him, had it not been followed by a torrent of insults from Odds. Since then, mutual disdain has festered between them — both view the other as arrogant and self-centered. Iceberg dismisses Odds as rude and stupid, while she retaliates by mocking his failures in both his personal life and career.
Her relationship with the legendary Alto Clef is no better. Though no open conflict has erupted, Odds considers him a detestable, irritating man. Clef, for his part, regards her with indifference — crude remarks from women don't bother him. His opinion of Odds aligns with the general consensus: an arrogant yet cowardly loudmouth.
Despite her misanthropy and "no one appreciates me" attitude, Odds has, against all odds, somehow made friends. Her first ally is Dr. Venera, a cheerful Foundation philologist and her polar opposite. Shared interests in music and anime brought them together. Venera even occasionally coaxes Odds out for walks (during which Odds must hide her canine traits). Over time, Venera noticed Odds' volatile mood swings — from joy to rage or depression, sometimes culminating in self-harm. She discreetly removes sharp objects from Odds' room. Though they often quarrel, Venera recognizes the buried kindness and empathy in Odds, believing she needs professional help. It was Venera who dyed streaks of Odds' hair pink.
Her second unlikely friend is Dr. Nevus, a biologist who once barged into Odds' room unannounced to collect fur samples from her ears and tail. As it turned out, Nevus had taken a keen interest in the SCP-2408 anomaly and decided to study it — and Odds — in detail, conducting an impromptu interview. Odds' initial fury, especially over being compared to a dog during the "interview," as she despises being reduced to an animal, gave way to shock when Nevus apologized sincerely for that — the first time anyone had done so. They soon discovered their personalities aligned: both relish gossiping about disliked colleagues.
But everything changed the day...
ASSISTANT TO DOCTOR KONDRAKI
By age 25, Odds was still shuffling paperwork at Site-17 — but her productivity had plummeted. Noticing her slacking, Foundation management decided to punish her by assigning her as an assistant to Dr. Kondraki. Everyone knew working under him was a trial by fire. Though the 38-year-old researcher had achieved impressive results in his three years at the Foundation, most staff feared him, considering him insane. Leadership hoped his strict oversight would finally whip Odds into shape.
The news didn't thrill her. She'd never crossed paths with Kondraki before, so on the eve of her first day, she gathered intel. Her friends warned her: the doctor was harsh, rude, and occasionally dangerous. This terrified Odds — for all her own rudeness, she feared people stronger-willed than herself. The only silver lining? Learning that Kondraki had once beaten the shit out of Clef, whom she loathed. That earned her respect, but did nothing to quell her dread.
On her first day, Odds timidly entered his office and introduced herself. Kondraki had either forgotten or ignored the memo about his new assistant. At first glance, he found nothing unusual about her — he was used to subordinates treating him with fear or caution. Only her dog ears and tail (which he initially mistook for part of a "furry" costume) and the ridiculous nickname "Odds" annoyed him. He handed her standard paperwork and sent her off. What he didn't expect was that the moment his new assistant left the room... she felt a sudden, inexplicable flutter. His slightly disheveled appearance and commanding voice had inexplicably charmed her. She hoped it was just a passing fancy, but...
Under Kondraki's supervision, Odds did start working harder — at first out of fear, but soon, her motivation shifted. She began striving for perfection, desperate to impress him. The more time they spent together, the more she fell for him — his confidence, his intellect, even his looks. Her infatuation grew so intense she rationalized his most deranged stunts (like riding SCP-682): "The ends justify the means... and casualties happen every day here anyway." A hypocritical take — she'd have crucified anyone else for such recklessness.
But Odds also saw virtues in Kondraki others missed. In his own way, he did care— about anomalies, from butterflies to harmless humanoids. Under his oversight, their containment conditions had genuinely improved. He even supported a three-year-old son from a past relationship, despite the complications. That also earned her respect.
Her friends were baffled. Both Venera and Nevus —who'd clashed with Kondraki themselves — saw him as a sloppy, alcoholic brute and couldn't fathom Odds overlooking his flaws. Their attempts to talk sense into her only pissed Odds off; she took it as unfair criticism.
Soon, everyone noticed her attachment. Iceberg was perplexed; Clef was irritated by her constant presence around his frenemy. Only Kondraki himself seemed oblivious — which pissed off Odds sometimes. Still, he appreciated her diligence and integrity. Unlike others, she neither feared nor resented him. Her behavior stroked his ego: she kept his office tidy, brought him coffee, reported on Site gossip, listened. She indulged his ramblings about fencing, photography, and music, joined him in complaining about colleagues, and never disagreed.
But Kondraki's paranoia couldn't ignore the red flags. Her unwavering support for even his most unhinged ideas felt off. Soon, he began suspecting she'd been planted — to gain his trust... and then eliminate him.
CONFESSION
Kondraki decided to share his suspicions about his oddly devoted assistant with an old acquaintance. He laid out his theory: this had to be a cunning O5 Council plot to eliminate him. His three-eyed companion just stared at him in disbelief — he was certain Konny knew exactly how Odds felt and was deliberately ignoring it. As a longtime friend, he spelled it out plainly: no one had given Odds any secret missions. She was genuinely, hopelessly in love.
The revelation stunned the photographer. If he set aside the paranoid theories, it all boiled down to a simple explanation: his assistant was head over heels for him. Even Kondraki struggled to believe it. Sure, beneath the disheveled exterior, he'd kept some of his looks — in his youth, he'd had no shortage of partners. But now, with his temperament? Behind the narcissistic facade lurked a deep self-loathing. Though he outwardly claimed to deserve better, he knew he was a terrible person. That belief had only solidified when the one person he'd ever truly loved — the mother of his son — left him because of his vile behavior.
On the surface, the solution seemed simple: just tell Odds outright that nothing would happen between them. But Kondraki faced an unexpected problem — he'd grown too attached to her. He knew how fragile his assistant was; a cold rejection could trigger a full breakdown. To his own surprise, he didn't want that. Odds wished him well, and he… found himself reciprocating. Finally, he admitted it to himself: Yes, he was in love too. He'd been certain that after Draven's mother, he'd never love again — that it was for the best, so he'd never hurt someone he cared about. But he'd been wrong, and now he had no idea what to do.
Then, one day, as Odds stood in his office, Kondraki called her over for that conversation. She expected work-related questions, but instead…
He confessed he knew about her feelings and apologized for taking so long to realize. Then he tried to explain why he'd be a terrible partner: the power imbalance, his smoking and alcoholism, his temper, his untreated bipolar disorder. Odds, ever the apologist, brushed off each point with a "nobody’s perfect." Eventually, Kondraki gave in and agreed to give the relationship a chance.
Odds was over the moon — what had begun as an anxiety-ridden talk turned into the best day of her life. Kondraki, in his own way, was happy too. He longed to experience mutual love again, but a part of him still feared how it might end.
IN A RELATIONSHIP
To others, little seemed different — except perhaps that the couple became slightly more tactile in their affections, though both naturally shied away from public displays of romance. They preferred tender moments and whispered sweet nothings in private, deliberately avoiding being "that couples" (though they occasionally used overly sweet pet names as a joke, just to amuse themselves).
Odds' behavior toward Kondraki changed minimally — she simply grew more open about her feelings and even more attentive. The real surprise was Kondraki himself, who shocked everyone by showing unexpected softness. Though not as demonstrative as his girlfriend, he reciprocated her care and — to universal astonishment — even displayed gentleness. Odds' friends, while still wary of him, were pleasantly surprised he wasn’t completely an asshole with her.
They spent more time together, sharing interests. Kondraki introduced her to literature (Odds was particularly struck by psychological horror and postmodernism) and regaled her with travel stories. If they ever got vacation time, he dreamed of taking her somewhere. Odds, though a homebody at heart, loved the idea. In turn, she eagerly shared her music with him. While Benjamin didn’t vibe with all of it, he appreciated some — like select tracks from Aphex Twin, Odds’ favorite artist.
Odds no longer lived in a storeroom but in Kondraki’s apartment, which — thanks to her efforts — was now significantly tidier. She also spent time with Benjamin’s son, Draven. She genuinely tried to make the boy happy, though she worried he dislike her when he grew older. Her deepest fear was that her mood swings might harm him, just as her own mother's instability had hurt her. But Kondraki always reassured her during these moments.
Yet their relationship was not perfect. Like any couple, they had issues. Odds sometimes got pissed off over trivial matters, provoking Kondraki's temper — after which one of them would apologize, and Odds, in tears, would beg him not to leave (even if the thought hadn't crossed his mind). Other times, Kondraki acknowledged her anger was justified — like when he overindulged in alcohol. His untreated bipolar disorder added complications: during depressive phases, he grew distant, making Odds spiral into panic that he'd fallen out of love; during manic episodes, he could be overbearing, grating on her nerves.
They knew this couldn't continue. Breaking up, however painful, felt like too easy an out. They still loved each other deeply. Odds and Kondraki made a choice: if they wanted to stay together, they had to work on themselves. So, gradually — and with the help of long-overdue therapy — they began changing for the better.
And so they carry on. Their love pushes them to become better people.
Another artistic collaboration. Bandai Japan has partnered up with Shohei Ochiai, a Japanese artist and illustrator known for his playful, distorted and nostalgic artwork. The collaboration has been teased on social media for a few months, with a previous post showcasing Mametchi in Shohei Ochiai’s drawing style, and most recently a drawing of Mimitchi too.
The collaboration delivers a Tamagotchi Original (P2 programming) with a beautiful box with illustrations of the Tamagotchi UFO, playing on the original packaging design back in 1996. The Tamagotchi shell itself is a semi-translucent clear shell with various Tamagotchi characters surrounding the screen outlined in blue The buttons and border around the screen are also blue, and the back also features some iconic characters from the very old days including Professor Banzo and Mikachu! The background behind the display even features a toilet!
Preorders for this Tamagotchi are now available for ¥5,500, and available in limited quantities with a release date of early August, 2025. Shohei Ochiai even created a promotional video to showcase the collaboration device and his love for Tamagotchi.
