A small comic series, based on a satirical web series Centricide. Follow a group of extremists as they navigate their relationships with each other and attempt to learn how to coexist in this new world without centrists.
Arc 1 || Pride month event ||
Arc 2 || In-between ||
Arc 3 || ROSEICIDE ||
Summary
The first arc follows Pinkcap(Ancap) who takes over the pride month to profit more through the media. Posting stuff throughout the month, daily. Until an issue started to arise with one of his coworkers, that was ultimately Pinkcap(Ancap) 's fault. The second arc goes away from Ancap focus, and goes to Nazbol and Ancom, as those two try to control their current relationships through their own groups. Besides going through those two separate storylines it also gives some room to learn and get familiar with other characters. The third arc will mark the return of Pinkcap..
(Warning: some of the content are a bit suggestive/ same with some jokes, I should’ve stated this sooner ToT)
: Created by Nikolai (aka CHAOS CHAOS)
: Extra help from both of my irl friends
(ooc note: Ngl, I could've made all of this in its own blog instead of my personal blog... But I was kinda lazy, sooo... just mind that.)
THIS IS PURELY JUST TO SET THE SAGE SO FAR!!! I haven’t written a fanfic in almost 9 years now so I apologize for being rusty. I am also dyslexic so cut me some slack I did try my best… enjoy!!
Anfash stood on the corner of the street, waiting outside a coffee shop for Nazbol and Capcom to get their usual order. The sky was overcast with the faint scent of rain lingering and slowly getting stronger by the second. Cars rushed by, and pedestrians went about their days– all while Anfash was having a silent panic attack.. again. His eyes were glued to his phone as he frantically tried to search for something.
“Come on, come on!!” He whined under his breath, voice dripping with agitation. “I just made this account!?” He panicked more and more as he slowly began to realize Anqueer had blocked him once again. Just as he was about to start cursing out his phone, the coffee shop door swung open– causing Anfash to nearly jump out of his skin, whipping around to watch as Nazbol and Capcom walked out into the humid air. Nazbol glared at the darkening sky before looking back at Anfash.
“Well?” Nazbol spoke with mock curiosity and concern, “Did you find them?” He cocked his head to the side as a condescending smile slowly formed, not breaking eye contact once.. Anfash could only shakily stuff his phone into his back pocket, huffing as he did so.
“No no.. I just.. Augh. it's nothing..” his voice trailed off as his gaze became fixed to the floor. Nazbol simply scoffed, moving closer to Anfash. He wrapped his arm around Anfash’s shoulder, pretending to simpathize with his friend. “Ha!! Please.. It’s going to be ok! But you truly need to give up with that one! They clearly aren’t interested, and you’re starting to look desperate acting like this all of the time!” Nazbol laughed, starting to walk down the street as he forced Anfash to walk alongside him. His grip never letting up on Anfash’s shoulder. Capcom simply followed along, snapping pictures of his disgustingly overpriced hot cocoa while being painfully oblivious to the conversation happening mere inches away from him.
Anfash sighed, brushing Nazbol off while wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to self-regulate. He took a slow breath in before clearing his throat, trying to pretend as if he wasn't rejected for the thousandth time. The trio walked down the street, and although Nazbol would never admit it.. Deep down he was worried for Anfash. His friend's obsession had consumed him entirely– and he was slowly losing grip on his own reality. It worried both Capcom and Nazbol to their core, but they were powerless in the situation. Reasoning with a man who didn’t want to see reason is just insanity— and they both knew that.
Just as Anfash was becoming lost in thought during their walk home, he heard the sound of heels rapidly approaching– snapping him back to reality. As he tried to turn around to see who was running up to them, a hot pink blur slammed into his back. “Shit!?” the strangers' voice cried out as they stumbled, almost knocking Anfash down in the process. Nazbol and Capcom spun around quickly, confused by all the commotion.
There stood Pinkcap– looking mildly disgusted, panicked, and exhausted all at once. He brushed himself off before finally speaking, “Augh!? Couldn't you have moved–?!” He almost shouted before dramatically cutting himself off.. Realizing he was standing in front of a group of very obviously gay people. If he insulted them now he would look awful on twitter! And then who would want to buy his pink serum? Pinkcap exaggerated, clearing his throat while forcing an apologetic smile.
“Oh my! I am so!! .. soo totally sorry!” he managed to choke out, hating every moment of this interaction— but he had to keep up his reputation. Anfash stared in pure shock, taking in every inch of Pinkcap. His elaborate outfit, cheerful tone, bubbly personality. And on top of all of it? Kindness. Pure genuine kindness.. Someone apologizing and acknowledging him must have been kindness.. right? Anfash’s heart began to pound in his chest as the strong scent of winter candy apple slowly overwhelmed his senses. He began to frantically stutter, trying to find the right words— wanting to find a way to string along a conversation with this stranger.. only to be cut off by Capcom chiming in unprompted.
“Maybe watch where you’re going next time.. But it's fine. You kay there Fash?”
Anfash paused. Not knowing how or what to say now. His brain completely fried itself. And while Anfash had an eternal crisis.. Pinkcap was fighting back the urge to scream and insult Capcom for being so disrespectful.. Yet he managed to keep his composure, forcing a tight smile.
“Well then!! I will totally watch out.. Right…” his voice laced with annoyance. Pink then nodded a bit towards Anfash before adding “And im so happy you didn't get hurt! Yeah..” He then quickly walked past, rolling his eyes and muttering insults under his breath as he rushed away— not wanting to act like he gave a fuck anymore. Anfash just stood there in confused stunned silence. What kind of interaction was that? Who was that?? And more importantly, would he ever see the pink man again? Anfash proceeded to spaced out hard for the rest of the day. Completely lost in thought, hyper analyzing every moment of their interaction.. Convincing himself of the smallest most irrational things.
Maybe it was on purpose? Maybe it was a sign? Something sent from god himself to snap him out of his panic attack? Maybe this.. Maybe that. Finally— seemingly hours later, he was pulled back to reality by Nazbol snapping his fingers inches away from his face. He jumped a bit, looking up at his boss with wide eyes.
“Hello?? Earth to Fash? Come in Fash?? Are you with us now or what??” He said, sounding mildly annoyed and concerned all at once. Then Capcom's voice chimed in. “Are you dissociating over Anqueer again? I mean I understand you like them and everything.. But fuck man, are you even ok anymore?”
Anfash blinked a few times, now realizing he was back home and sitting on the couch. Had he really gone into auto pilot for that long? What had they even done that day.. Quickly he cleared his throat, trying to act casual. “I’m perfectly fine! Just a bit lost in thought..” he said with a nervous and dry laugh. Both his friends looked at Anfash with confusion, knowing damn well you don’t just get lost in thought for that long. Something was seriously off about Anfash at times, yet neither of them had the vocabulary to properly express their concerns. So instead Nazbol and Capcom shared nervous glances before dropping the topic. They knew pressing for answers would only cause a fight or a meltdown that neither of them had the energy to deal with anymore.
Anfash could feel the tension in the room, so he quietly sunk into the couch. He hesitantly pulled out his phone, deciding that checking on Anqueer was a good idea. It was practically muscle memory at this point. Open the app, login on an alt, search, cry, close the app.. repeat 20 minutes later. But this time? Just as Anfash got ready to type in Anqueer’s username, he paused. Staring at the first post. Staring down at the advertisement of the man he met earlier. Same smile, same glasses, same hat, same everything.
The post was advertising some pink serum.. something to boost confidence, clear acne, whiten teeth, and do just about everything. The post claimed that the product was developed 100% by Pinkcap, and it was the quickest way to better yourself. A miracle serum. Anfash read the post once, then twice, then a third time. Analyzing every single detail. Because this? This had to be a sign. What were the odds of him showing up on his feed.. and if this individual was advertising a product such as this, he probably understood the struggles of mental health! Maybe, just maybe.. could they relate to each other?
Hesitantly, Anfash screenshotted the post. Adding it to a new folder in his phone. He then put his phone down, a small smile now plastered to his face.
(ooc: Since we're in the third act and we're almost close to the ending of Roseicide, I thought I could show my playlist that's been helping me keep in track of Pinkcap's character arc, and as well with the storyline.
A lot these songs gave me inspiration of what I could do with the characters and help me how to structure this whole thing. Some of the songs, were just helping me find the aesthetic, and some are actually plot related XD
uhh, its also kinda all mix... it not in order with, with how the story is going so far... )
(ooc: at this point in the story of Roseicide, Pinkcap would wish for everyone to love him, and only him... and not just for the ideologies, it as well for his creator, humans, the centricide fandom... literally everyone. He wouldn't care what the consequences would be..... he just needs it..)
Hey Jreglings do I finish this and render my lovely art of my favorite crackship..
(I probably will give up on this hence why I’m posting the wip now LOL..)
I don’t know why I love the concept of rich ass celebrity x disgusting boy failure.. with a strange mutual obsession. Chat I could go on for hours I love making insane art
