hiya, im scarletcometzz! you can call me scarlet or scar for short (it sounds tuff asl) also fun fact some of my older friends call me td so there's that too
im multifandom, a car enthusiast, a digital artist, and an OC writer
im one of the three admins of @shadowmilkcookiesblog, the primary editor for the wiki of the crk jampire au by @marithetoaster, and the creator of the project UPSHiFT!
i identify as an aromantic demiboy and i go by xe/he/they!
i could be found on other platforms too! look for the following handles:
youtube: scarletcometzz / TD9541
twitter: @xXTD9541Xx
reddit: u/TD9541
tiktok: @td9541
roblox: @TUDDY_DAX9541
follow my very very edgy vent blog if any of yall wanna @charredmeteorzz 👀👀
oh and im also 14 so dont groom me. thank you in advance!
my fandoms include (in no particular order):
initial D
invincible
inanimate insanity
speed racer
cookie run kingdom
SFAWTDE/DAWTDE
pacific rim
dandys world
beyblade burst
hilda
murder drones
TADC
transformers
phighting
dandys world
project hail mary
and most recently, alien stage!
i like listening to a lot of rock/metal and electronic subgenres! (namely alt rock, garage rock, eurobeat, industrial, and electropop) i also listen to pop and some rap as a guilty pleasure
my favorite songs include:
5oul on d!splay - daiki kasho & jon underdown
bernadette - iamx
na na na - mcr
diary of jane - breaking benjamin
edge of the earth - 30stm
atychiphobia - boggio & yeletez
bearings broken - yeletez
fire!!! - jamie paige & vane lily
thank you for the venom - mcr
hand of blood - bfmv
from hell to here - himalayas
empress - odyssey eurobeat
the race is over - dave rodgers
the top - ken blast
outsoar the rainbow - m.o.v.e.
cyber dance - go go girls
the wolf - siames
weathergirl - flavor foley
in pieces - linkin park
my hood - suni clay
chemical love - kevin & cherry
lift me up - moby
go speed racer go - ali dee
do ya thing - p$c
bang bang - k'naan & adam levine
writing on the wall - will stetson
blinded in chains - a7x
these are a very small fraction of the songs I like!
UPSHiFT is a conceptual roblox novel/comic/show set throughout 2037-2038 about two brothers and how they become America's finest street racers! im personally very proud of my vision for upshift and how its an amalgamation of a lot of the media ive consumed over my life!
during arc 1, torque de mobilauto (upper left) and daniel de mobilauto (bottom right) were small business owners that dreamed to compete in the disclaimer league, an illegal racing tournament held throughout texas where dozens of america's drivers compete in duos to claim the trophy of atychiphobia, the ultimate accolade that represents the complete rejection of failure and anything less than victory. but on one fateful day on torque's 23rd birthday, he and daniel in a sequence of ridiculous occurrences, acquired two legendary cars: hennessey venom f5 evolution chassis #2 (bottom left) and the mazda furai (upper right) respectively. now with sufficient firepower, they enter the DL as the duo shotgun liberty, they will stop at nothing to take the trophy of atychiphobia for themselves!
in arc 2, after winning the triphy of atychiphobia, the brothers get into an accident which has the nation skeptical if they are actually good drivers as they were hyped to be. to make it worse, torque and daniel get noticed by the fbi and are put on high arrest priority among numerous other street racers. to reclaim their glory during the DL off-season, the brothers decide to take on the fastest people to ever drive on american asphalt, including the atychiphobic, the DL's past champions, and the madmen who are so fast that the DL was never considered as a genuine challenge by them. with the fastest cars in the fbi's fleet directed by of the ahab dirdent-driggan chasing them, the brothers have found the perfect test to prove not only that their success in the DL wasnt a fluke, but also that they are truly limitless.
okay so i think thats all i gotta say for myself so uh... please consider following for more art and lore drops about upshift!!
after like three or four years of being stuck in my head and ten months of yapping about lore, the very first consumable installment of UPSHiFT, Chapter 1: Bad Evening, has FINALLY dropped on wattpad and will be the first of many!!
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It doesn't seem like much of an interesting night for brothers Torque and Daniel. After work hours, inside their home, they both were minding their own business...es.
As he's taking on COTA in his sim racing setup, Torque is talking to Jack Kessler over the phone, his trusted coffee supplier, an invaluable figure to Torque's jig.
"Bottom line, I expect your boys at my block by 4 A.M. tomorrow, Jack," Torque says over the phone.
"Oh, I also forgot to remind you about the auction of Negrense Robusta. We can't let Newton have everyone drinking his... leaf water instead of our coffee," he adds.
"It should give a lot of attention to us, driving up our sales instead of his. In advance, I can't thank you enough for getting 'em on such short notice."
"Actually, sir, we attended the auction earlier today," Jack clarifies.
"Oh, so how'd it go?"
But to Torque's dismay, Jack declares defeat.
"We uh... we lost the bid."
Torque's feet slip on the pedals, and he drops his phone.
"We WHAT?!"
Torque exclaims as his car in-game blocks the track and frantically picks up his phone.
"You're joking, right, Jack? There's no way our bid didn't go through!"
Meanwhile, Daniel's night is going about as great as Torque's. He's dealing with a customer who's requesting a... really impractical shotgun modification.
"So, just to be clear... you want me to convert your SPAS-12 into an automatic?" Daniel said with his eyebrows furrowed.
"You barged in on a closed gunsmith to ask said gunsmith to practice what essentially is Belkan witchcraft?"
"Yup", Daniel's customer said.
Daniel sucks in his teeth and lets out an awkward smile.
"You know you can just ask me for a USAS-12, right? It's way cheaper on your end and way easier on mine!"
"Yeah, but I really like my SPAS."
Daniel sighed.
"So if you really like it, you'd appreciate its engineering and its non-fully-automatic nature and just get an entirely new gun to serve that purpose while preserving the SPAS, right?"
The customer thinks about it for a few seconds.
"No, I'll see to it that my SPAS becomes fully automatic, or I'll see myself out the door."
"Then do so! I'm not working on your SPAS."
The customer does indeed see themselves out the door.
Speaking of seeing oneself out the door, Torque exits his room, slouched and weary. The brothers greet each other simultaneously.
"Evening, Torque!"
"Bad evening."
"Huh. What's gotten you so worked up?"
"I lost a coffee auction."
"Ah, should've known.
Neither brother knew what to say after that, but Daniel's hungry ass can't help but ask one thing.
"Anyways, uh... what's for dinner?"
"Wha- why're you asking me? I thought you were the one in charge of dinner tonight."
The brothers squabble over who was responsible for dinner, going over their own rules and schedules and exemptions and justifications for why neither of them bothered cooking. Just then, their doorbell rang.
"I'll get it," Torque says.
Torque opens the door, and outside stands his biggest, obnoxious rival. Pound Newton-Meter, owner of his eponymous tea company.
"Good evening, de Mobilautos. Torres, Daniel."
Daniel grimaces. Torque reaches for the doorknob and closes it, but Pound uses his cane to stop it from closing completely.
"Now, now. Don't shut the door just yet, Torres. I just wanted to tell you something."
Torque, now annoyed, re-opens the door.
"Just get inside."
Torque, Daniel, and Pound each take a seat on the dining table.
"One, only my parents call me Torres. Two, my mom's an ass. Three, my dad's not an ass, but he's dead. Four..."
Torque tilts his head and raises a brow.
"What may this thing be, and is it interesting enough to warrant your visit here?"
Pound smirks.
"Oh, yes, it is. I've qualified for competing in a very, very particular tournament, and I just wanted to..."
Pound pauses and lets out a chuckle.
"...notify you."
After a few seconds, it hit the brothers.
"There's no way."
"There's no way!"
"Oh?"
Pound's smirk grows.
"But there is."
Pound reveals an envelope.
"Gimme that!"
Torque snatches the envelope. Frantically, he skims through the content of the certificate inside it.
"Today, on the 3rd day of August, 2037, entrants December Franchi and Pound F. Newton-Meter of Buckshot Brewlette, blah blah blah, in the 26th edition of the Disclaimer League, blah blah blah, 10th day of August, and concluding on the... blah blah blah... respectively piloting the... Lamborghini Revuelto and uh..."
He tenses his grip upon reading the mention of a...
"Chevrolet Fleetline?"
Torque looks at Pound and back at the certificate, and to their driveway outside. A Revuelto and a Fleetline idle right there. And a... a horse?
"If the Chevy's the latter car mentioned and you're the latter driver mentioned, and it says 'respectively', and this December has a Revuelto..."
Torque's eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"Franchi... SPAS... the SPAS guy is your partner?" Daniel asks.
"Dead on. I even had him confirm if this was the right place."
"That's me!" December waves from outside.
Daniel is distraught. "He could hear that?"
"How the hell did you qualify in a Fleetline and a Revuelto?!" Torque asks.
Pound smirks.
"I don't know, the question is, why did you two arrive at qualification in a Viper and a Durango?"
Torque stays quiet.
"I saw you and your brother's session on the DL's server. Really? An SUV and a drag car sucking at taking corners? Who would've known, dipshit?!"
Torque clenches his fists.
"You insignificant-!"
"Oh, would you look at the time. I have to return home for dinner with my trusted officers. December!"
December steps out of his Revuelto to escort Pound outside and his horse to the Fleetline.
"I'll see you around the grid- oh wait, I forgot. You can't be on the grid because you failed to qualify yesterday!"
The brothers scowl at Pound as he starts guffawing. With that, he gets on his horse and is escorted by December to the Fleetline.
December shouts at the brothers while escorting the laughing Pound.
"Your guns and coffee suck, by the way!"
Both the horse and Pound himself are let inside the old Chevy, and December re-enters his Revuelto right before they both get carried by a helicopter. Not even the propellers could drown out Pound's laughter.
Half an hour later, the brothers are eating delivered food. Torque declares to Daniel that they're gonna go for another shot at the DL.
"First thing in the morning tomorrow, we're gonna go on a practice run on Interstate 10. And then we go back to the qualifying track and make a fool out of Pound and that chud racing with him, got it?"
"Uh..."
"What? You got a problem?"
"Isn't tomorrow your birthday...?"
"Yeah, but our qualification is more important. That's gonna be my birthday gift. Not more NOS, not better suspension, not even chocolate cake that's actually remotely edible instead of being so thick and rich, but our qualification, pal. And that look on Pound's face!"
"You know how terrible I was with the Viper."
"Yeah, that's why you're taking the Durango."
Daniel pauses.
"The... Durango?"
Torque smirks.
"Yeah, you heard me. The Durango."
The table goes silent.
"Now, that thing's got less power than the Viper-"
Daniel's eyes light up.
"I'm in!"
Torque pauses.
"That's it? You just wanted the knowledge that the Durango was a bit more underpowered?"
"Why not? The Viper suffers from too much... uh.. what's the word for when a car like... starts to drift when you don't want it to?"
"Wheelspin?"
"Yeah, wheelspin. So, with less power, I don't think I would have much of an issue with that."
Torque mutters under his breath.
"Huh, even with the worse power-to-weight ratio?"
"What was that?"
Torque is startled.
"Nothing! Er, you get the Durango, it's final."
"Uh... awesome?"
As Torque leaves the table, he thinks to himself.
"Well, at least I don't have to deal with that thing's weight tomorrow."
Little did Torque know that choosing not to deal with the Durango would lead to him and Daniel dealing with way more things.
UPSHiFT CHAPTER ONE DROPS VERY VERY SOON ON WATTPAD GUYS MARK YOUR CALENDARS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. UPSHIFT IS RELEASING. I REPEAT. UPSHIFT IS RELEASING.
note to self: vincent webbings should have ptsd and ear problems and stuff because of the fall of hennessey. okay now the problem is how do I achieve remotely decent representation
