Ririka

🤨📸 tg: RiriAriRiriri Rus/Eng She/Her There may be errors in the writing, I am writing through a translator

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I could add a little more information on Ririka's ref, but the entire budget went to Toby.

I finally decided how I should draw him so that I like it, so now I even have something to focus on

I'll add that Ririka has atopic dermatitis, which gets worse during times of intense anxiety or stress. I forgot to add this to the ref. LOLLOL

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Two sides of the same coin

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Beast

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Clip studio in my hands do magic

Lol i think Toby might wear sweater like this

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Little animepsycho ❤️‍🩹

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he misses his wife

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You can't even imagine how funny it was to film this.

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I tried to make my own characters in some creator :P ( I don't have time to draw full-fledged reference art for everyone yet💔 )

In the future, I plan to write a story about them; they have rock band. This will be a story like a found family.

💚 - sound engineer + fixes things if they break, can do everything

🧡 - designer of merch and other items

❤️ - bass guitarist

🖤 - accountant + manager

🩵 - drummer

💜 - electric guitar

🩷 - lead vocalist + keys

canonical relationship:

🩷+💜

🩵+🖤

🧡+❤️

💚 - he is lonely and he is more and more satisfied with everything

I would also like to share an excerpt from the first chapter :))

Please note: English is not my native language, the text was translated by a translator!!!!

Early March. Third year. The garage. Late evening.

Winter hadn't let go yet. The snow had mostly melted, but once the sun went down, the cold crept back in, raw and damp. The garage smelled of old rubber, mildew, and the warm lemon tea from the thermos Andy had swiped from home for everyone. The single space heater rattled away loudly, though its warmth barely reached.

Cecille sat behind her drum kit in fingerless gloves that she swore looked cool, though honestly, they didn't do much against the cold. Every so often, she'd breathe into her cupped hands, and the steam would curl up toward the single bare bulb swinging overhead.

Derek paced tight circles around the cramped garage between takes. "Are we a rock band or a polar expedition?! Maybe we push the recording to May??"

"May is exams, Derek, unless the word's slipped your mind completely," came Jang Mi's voice, muffled beneath a mountain of layers, stationed at the keyboard. Derek's scowl deepened, and for a moment, he looked ready to escalate, but he bit it back. Jang Mi was hunched over the lyrics for the tenth time that evening. The longer the session dragged, the more scratch-outs and scribbles bled across the pages.

"Maybe we leave it as it was? It sounded more... alive. " Lin, holed up in the corner tuning her guitar, spoke up for the first time that tense, freezing evening. Jang Mi relented. Some words, after three hours in a cold, dark garage, just land differently.

Andy, having poured tea into plastic cups for everyone, sank back into his chair by the heater and picked up his sketchbook. He was trying to rough out the cover for their first demo. His elbow caught his cup, and a splash of tea soaked into the page. He hissed a curse under his breath, but once the tea dried, the shape of the stain was actually kind of cool. He started sketching into it, filling the accidental splotch with tiny figures of the four core band members.

Li Jin sat on an old tool crate, laptop balanced on his knees, staring at a budget spreadsheet: garage rent, space heater, other demo expenses. Note to self: cheap heaters are a trap.

The green-haired sound guy, after certain takes, would just go, "Aight." And that meant the take was good. Sometimes he said nothing. For a painfully long time. And everyone would just start playing again. And again.

During the very last song, Cecille got so into it that her drumstick flew out of her grip and sailed straight toward the nameless sound guy — the one Li Jin had introduced everyone to not too long ago, who didn't so much as flinch.

They recorded deep into the night. By the time everyone took off (Derek and Andy left still arguing loudly about something like "my song is not having a stain on it" and "I'm not done with it yet, you prick!"; Li Jin gave Lin and Jang Mi a ride back to the dorms, where they barely talked their way inside; then he dropped Cecille home), the green-haired sound guy stayed behind in the garage alone. He mixed tracks straight through to the following evening. Andrew, meanwhile, had finished the cover at home - not without "corrections" from Derek - but now that the tea stain had become an explosion blooming in the background, the design was officially locked.

"Done."

Both messages landed in the group chat right around 10 p.m. Jang Mi read them the next morning, sitting in Room 116 while Lin still slept. In the drawer beside her bed, the song sketches still lay there - but now, three of them were something you could actually press play on.

I published before, but here's a drawing with Derek :)

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@ririariririri dragged me into the Creepypasta fandom, so I decided to create my own OC :)

Her story, in short:

She was murdered — whether it was cultists or just someone who decided to attack a weak girl and take her stuff, no one knows.

She was that kind of geek who hangs out on forums, a fandom person, obsessed with anime, fanfics, and all that, so 90% of her life was spent online, and she had a really deep attachment to the internet.

That attachment might have been the "unfinished business" that kept her soul around. She became a ghost, but her soul immediately took up residence in her phone — which soon ran out of battery. When the device dies, it's like she's paralyzed; she can't process information or do anything, but she does feel the passing of time. She's not fully unconscious, she just can't act. If the device gets smashed or damaged, she can break out of this "prison." The rest of the time, even when the phone is off, she can fully control it.

Sooner or later, the phone ended up being sold on the black market. At first, she just read comics and cleared the browsing history, but then she realized she could do more. She leaked victims' data, set parental controls on apps, changed passwords, bought things on the linked card in online services. Eventually, the phone somehow got broken, and once she realized she wasn't confined to it anymore, she started "crawling" into other devices. If a computer is directly connected to another device, she can interact with that one too, and she also gained the ability to install mining software and farm bitcoin. She can't jump through a power outlet into devices on the network because of galvanic isolation.

Technically, she can just float around like a regular ghost, but she doesn't really enjoy it.

One day, the device she was in somehow ended up with one of the proxies, and through that, she eventually came to Slenderman. At first, she was really disobedient and "trolled" everyone in whatever way she could, but then her device was abruptly drained of battery, and she was stuck in that prison for a pretty long time, which really messed her up. After that, she started obeying, swore an oath to Slenderman, and became a proxy.

She mostly possesses electronic devices, but if she really wants to, she can possess people too. That takes immense effort; she can only perform a couple of actions in someone else's body, and sometimes she can't do anything at all, if the person has a very strong mind and consciousness and fights back.

She is terrified of Ben.

She loves Hatsune Miku.

No one knows her real name, so she goes by one of her online aliases: "UwU," later "UwU.exe" (even though she isn't actually a .exe file).

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CHAT SHE'S COOKING

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Two sides of the same coin

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Doodles

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Slendermans family tree

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Ririka's reference before and after she submitted to Slenderman, the name "Cursed Hunter" sounds hype

Her favorite pistols

It's a sketch, but I'll make a big reference later.

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saw a post that talked about this and knew i had to draw this

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What if the main villain in the RirTobs is Ririka, who does everything she can to ruin Slenderman's life, fearing and misunderstanding him simply because of his sophisticated ways to gain his complete trust, while he's quite reasonably a good father, grandfather, and guardian to a bunch of mentally unstable children? So what if they kill people? He needs to eat something, and he needs to protect the mansion and, in general, the secret of this bridge between worlds. Well, he's Slenderman, after all, and he generally takes care of his proxies, more or less, and in all the fanfics, there's always been some kind of father figure.

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I leave it here

(One of the endings of the first arc)

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I have a headcanon that proxies, despite the oath they take, find loopholes in it and manage to disobey in some way, not tell everyone everything, and so on. But Slenderman always finds out.