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I'm Neil, showrunner of Starry_TVs, and this is where I share works I do for fun //// Icon by my good fren @DeathUp0n404

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OC Centre Post!

Hey! In this post you can find the line up of OCs that have been posted by me, including posts of my and friend's OCs

- Links below will take you to them, so give them a read, and send an ask for them if you wish!

Hellverse

Sazie Anwir Morris

Mathyas 'Riff' Sumthein

Billy

Cheres Sharkin

Murder Drones

Boone Doser (needs updating lol)

The Amazing Digital Circus

Timberly Concept Post

More will be added in due time!

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looks like my favorite type of character is ambiguously gendered critters with removable parts 🦊🔺

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Gender ambiguous characters you pick up and shake to reset

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Oh… right… slowburn

How are we feeling huskerdust nation?

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The coffin I am in is for comfort and crying, take me out when next season arrives

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Made a diagram because of a chat I had with my sibling.

Send this to someone whose OC is literally just them in the canon to bang a character

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I wanna show y'all my silly slasher oc so sit on the pillows and behold

(art by @/deathupon404, yes he draws a lot for me, we trade writing for drawing, Andrew if u reading this ily boo/p)

Eileen Lefic, The Town Slasher!

This post is gonna be very messy, and not really formatted all that well, because I just wanna post stuff and show off gremlins while working on other things.

First of all, the origin of this goober's design is from the far-off lands of Picrew!

From ReelRollswear's lil goober maker, Eileen was made from two main ideas: Retro vibes, and not be obvious that he's a sociopathic idiot without the practice to pull off his bullshit.

Dyed hair, loves beanies, shaves often, colourful accessories, piercings and nice patterns. Both his socks and sweaters tend to have pretty designs. The drawn refs are under the idea of "How would the character make themselves on Picrew" which Andrew nailed.

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Now more onto the why I created this creature:

What possessed me to make him was the fact that Ghostface was added to Mortal Kombat, a game where anyone could obliterate him, but his goof ass alongside two mfs who haven't been in a game for years still show up and keep up with the rest.

It got me thinking: What if I made someone who was a menace, but at the same time, wasn't really a threat?

Eileen (or as the town has mistakenly nicknamed him: Slasher Gal) is a horror nerd that lives in the countryside after growing bored of the city, that by day runs a humble little imports and exports shop with spooky goods, horror pop culture fashion items or even handmade costumes! Yet by night... he TRIES to commit horrible crimes!

Problem is, he is pretty fucking bad at his goal of murdering someone.

To start off with his environment, he lives where most people do manual labour that needs physical effort or aren't totally defenceless.

The family father who carries heavy ass sacks of veggies to sell to keep his family healthy and well fed? Rocks his shit until he's unconscious; The farm girl who knows how to handle the most rowdy livestock? Beat his ass and get away with ease; The grandma that is out at night for a walk? Smack him with her walking cane enough to make him curl up on the floor to survive her onslaught.

Eileen is at a disadvantage already from the people he targets, and to add to that, most being can easily outrun him, outpower him as he has no fighting training, no real technique beyond using what he wants to use for funsies as weapons, is out of shape and generally plans only the chase, never the actual attack, he's short, gets confused for a girl, always wears stuff that makes his looks even more ambiguous and never goes with his face or hair visible, so nobody takes him seriously at all.

Who he hunts seldom matters, but he'll never just hunt say a lonely child out playing in the local park because he wants a shocking and terrifying tragedy, not a cowardly easy act. Furthermore, he's terrified of firearms so him being caught at the end of the barrel means he'll surrender-- On every aspect he loses!

OH BUT THERE'S MORE HUMILIATION!

He is recognized at being so bad at his task of killing anyone worth killing, that he is outright part of a TRADITION in the town of defeating him. The townsfolk have insisted to police to never unmask the huntress unless they actually do manage to kill someone, but since they haven't, he has been turned into a game where people must best him, escape him, or capture him with the goal of doing it with as little harm done to the "prey" of the slasher.

And since Eileen struggles so much to get someone to die by his hands, he has taken to make a blog where he not only promotes the very high quality costumes he makes, but also has a section telling of the Slasher mystery with fabricated evidence that it isn't him to hopefully get some idiotic city person to come visit the countryside to be an easier target (he has an immense bias against city people.)

But despite all these fuck ups of being probably the worst murderer-not-really-in-the-making, he is still a very cheerful person, friendly but prefers to be on his own, having a circle of friends that care about him and vice versa, they'd be the only who wouldn't be targeted at night... or at least not that often, not like they will unmask him intentionally if they want their dear game to continue.

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I did make it a sort of "possible canon" that if he ever managed to kill someone, he'd devolve into a cannibal who preferred raw meat, and that's Flavor Foley's fault because I got hit with Butcher Vanity one day in my playlist and decided to make it canon. Even doodled him in the outfit (I suck at drawing.)

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There is more, but I'd rather leave some for either another post, asks, or god knows what, even a one-shot of his experiences. If you wanna know more then please god let me know!

Hope you enjoyed this very poorly planned post and have a good day or night!

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Can you imagine Gooseworx just said someone unexpected will abstract just to throw us off and it was always planned to be Jax?

Still think it'll be Zooble tho 😔

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Hullo!

Welcome to my first time trying to write an actual story and put it up somewhere like Tumblr. This one is about my and my friends' Hellverse OCs and all inspired by the song "No. 1 Party Anthem" By Arctic Monkeys, and the art you see above was made by dear @deathupon404 -w-

I highly recommend you read the bios of the characters before you start this story just to have a little knowledge of who's who.

And lastly, hope you enjoy this first attempt, and be merciful if you got feedback ^u^"

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There goes Jacqueline, driving off in that ugly black sedan with so many scratches to pick up other folks from the company. She left me with her normal threat of “Be ready 15 minutes after your shift or you're walking back” too, how sweet of her… 

Cheres was kind enough to lend me a few extra bucks to pay for the entry fee and score myself some booze, but the bloody club raised the price for tonight because they are at a high of patrons! The entry fee is already pricey, but this is bullshit.

The sign of the entry fee felt like mockery, just a reminder that I had to go in sober knowing I have no plans to go to the strip club and get drinks off some tosser that none of the girls want to approach even with cash in his hands… Come on snowflake, you're on the prowl for someone and you didn't even check his schedule to know if he left already or not…

Handing the bouncer the money to enter, I walked into the hallway that separated the club from the outside view, the storage rooms from the club, and the elevators from the rest at each end of the hallway. An uneasy feeling came over me while I had my shoulder pressed against the door frame of the club. The flashing lights on the floor, sweaty dancers and drinking visitors were all shit I was used to seeing but now had not a thing to numb myself with to tolerate it. I huffed and rolled against the wall onto my back, looking up and thinking what to do. There was a single light tube on the roof flickering faintly just a few steps to my left, making a soft sound on every blink which was weird, since I was able to hear that more than the club music itself. 

— “Thick walls, huh..? Didn’t know hell was worried over getting noise violations, or maybe it is to stand explosives... Not like I could hear his concert this far down.” I mumbled looking around, pondering on the noise reduction these walls gave. “Maybe he filled his quota… Billy said we’d be in the same building, ground floor for me and fifth floor for him, on the open stage.”

Crouching beside the club entrance and looking for my phone, reaching it from the breast pocket in my leather jacket I used because of all the annoying muppets that dig their hands into other’s bodies either to grope or steal. My VMail account was flooded with scams I had yet to clear out, and needed Billy to teach me about, but a couple of scrolls down I found his message about today’s schedule. Thankfully I was right about him performing here, but to add to that, the time slots were included for all workers today. I got a bit of hope out of this.

It was 9:12 PM, and the subject of interest was performing from 7:00 PM to 10:00 PM, so the window was still freshly opened. Riff is on the sixth floor on the open stage, and the band tends to have a big crowd tailing them for events like this, which only made me doubt if he will even be available for anything.

— “Mirror mirror on the lift, make sure I look good for him... There.” 

Talking to myself as a way to keep myself grounded made me feel somewhat daft, but between this and just arriving hammered at the office with my ass sore and not seeing him for the night, I’d rather just give it a shot. I looked at myself well in the mirror taking in the preparation for the evening up close; the collar of my leather jacket got a firm tug to keep it well flared, stylish, bold in my eyes. I got this from a girl I served once in a strip club, and she just kept pushing that I take it after our night of fun. The dress, long, smooth, probably the fanciest thing I’ve worn since I was alive on earth, and then the thing I was a bit amused at myself for, sunglasses… indoors… 

Clearly I didn’t think that part through, nor that it was nearly to night time.

Either way, I gave the dress a pat down, got the collar flared and began to pick off the biggest crystals in my hair and ankles before the lift got to the sixth floor, where I could just see behind me on the mirror some concertgoers lounging at the hall, chatting with cups and bottles of booze in their hands. Jealousy is such a bitch.

The moment I stepped out I felt stuck there in front of the doors as my mind reeled like I had gone spineless out of nowhere, doubting if I dare go. Only fix was to encourage myself and remember what my goal was here.

— “You’re here for the bloke so go and fuck that bev, save the flowers for some other time.” Most of this pep-talk was pointless, but my goal to see if he’ll hold me and treat me like that figure I can’t remember did. I pat my cheeks and braced, walking towards the venue.

The music playing was not Riff’s for sure, it sounded more like the typical club pop when shit got slow. I walked past the groups of people drinking and chatting to peek into the actual venue and see it was a crowded mess. If only there was a single billiard table to get bets off, then I'd make some idiot pay me to at least not come back empty-handed to the office.

Wandering such a big crowd trying to find a way to the stage between everyone else should’ve been easy had I not gotten an earful of someone saying the show is on pause at the moment to head for the toilet in the meantime. This meant that Riff could’ve been either backstage or in the crowd. I swam between everyone until reaching the stage and saw nobody, only a guard watching the instruments who gave me an ugly glare and gestured for me to piss off. Sadly I had to since the alternative was being thrown out of the venue or out the window. Instead I went back and began to slither through the crowd again, being greeted by random strangers.

After about 10 or so minutes going around, I finally reached one of the sides of the crowd near the balcony access where the band was at, having a smoke near the open door to sidestep the fire sprinklers. For just a sec excitement kicked in, but then my heart stopped when one of them crossed eyes with me and pointed straight at me! Backtracking wasn’t going to help, as they all saw me in one go.

— “Crap.” That's all my mouth dropped, before deciding I couldn’t chicken out now.

— “Mati, mira.” Said the bassist whose name is barely ever said for me to know while patting at my target’s arm.

— “Oh yah! Yah that’s Saz– Snowflake, c’mere!” Mathyas so gleefully called for me, leaving me no time to even swallow that knot in my throat.

No turning back, stepping away from the crowd towards the band and standing most closely to Riff.

— “Didn’t see Cheres had ya’ work here tonight too lassie, how’s the club treatin’ ya’?” He’d scoot closer and pull me in to his side, as if to present me to our literal co-workers. “This ‘ere is my cold buddy, often workin’ elsewhere, but she’s a real bundle o’ fun, and a whole booze lover, aren’t ya’ lass?”

— “Mathy, we know Sazie, she works with us too. Hell, we know that she’s the girl boss is always sniffing around for, going from noisy ass to fishy Romeo just from her being who he’s talking to.” The back-up guitarist commented with an amused smirk, waving to me in the meantime.

— “Yah her! He’s a real dog for her! No offense, Maria.” 

— “Watch it Riff, Keisha can tell you I bite for that.” The hellhound drummer joked something that from my context was meaningless, and left me out of the loop as all four of them laughed at this joke of theirs.

I was feeling so out of place, All planned was to get it over with and ask Mathyas out to either the club’s private rooms or check into a shitty motel for just a night together, and yet I couldn’t since Maria cut me off again!

— “Now hold up, why are you here anyways Ice Cube? Doesn’t the boss send you to the strip clubs and all to get money off the hornballs shorty?” Her nicknames fell flat, but she was trying to be so friendly with them, so it just felt disconnected. Even worse, she’s shorter than me!

Under the spotlight, the best option was to lie. 

— “Oh you know! Some of my ol’- uh– Oldest friends hang around here a lot! Real fun lot, but I was just looking to say hi to them and to Mathy– Riff, before the job, you know?” Making a western accent saying ‘oldest friends’ and lying through my teeth made me want to get thrown out at this point. Why did I cock up this badly at just small talk?

— “Ol’ folks aye? Good on ya’ bud, maybe some day we can all meet up and talk ‘bout work or something!” Mathyas was none the wiser that those friends weren't real, and that even then, we would’ve met at work before had they been real.

Something got on my head and began to scratch at my hair, which I recognized as Riff’s hand petting me. This felt nice, made me want to move a little closer to him and ask what I’ve been meaning to ask for, but seeing him with his glasses up and that dorky smile so much… That look is all too familiar to me, he was tipsy and high, which could explain his dumber than usual comments and the whole "introducing me to my literal co-workers" thing. Calling me ‘bud’ stung too thinking about it. Regardless, it was my chance. My hand reached his shirt and tugged on it to get his attention, and once he glanced down at me, I asked… or well, tried, at least.

— “Mathy? After the concert, can we maybe go to the club and maybe do something..?” He didn’t quite get that, which was my fault since my voice didn’t raise enough to let him hear it in this noisy spot.

— “Ah?” Yep, he didn’t hear me.

A beeping sound, loud and high pitched began to ring above my head, cutting me off as Mathyas looked to his wrist and gestured to the group to follow him, leaving me with a friendly, yet accidentally very bitter send off.

— “Crap- Sorry lassie, but we gotta get back on stage and get to rocking. Tell me later what it was!” He called while backing towards the crowd as the others waved me goodbye, with the bassist handing me his almost full bottle of moonshine.

— “Ah- right, right. It wasn't anything! Just go and rock your heart out luv! I’ll head to the strip club.” I just couldn’t do it, not out here, not while he was off his mind and might not take it seriously. Shrugging with a smile, waving them goodbye as they mixed into the crowd to reach the stage.

The lights go down and there I am, in an open corner by the balcony on my own with a bottle that would me no favors at this point besides make me bawl in a concert. Looking down at it, I drew a deep breath, bracing to burn my throat with it to forget this and just get to work… and sighing in defeat. I left it on the floor by one of the sofas where some random demon had passed out, and decided that maybe tonight just wasn’t it. Some other chance will arise eventually sure, but nothing had advanced in the slightest today, just like every other day. 

I stepped to the balcony door and turned to admire the lights and the crowd while a soft rock ballad began. Lovers holding each other, fans of the small band throwing their arms in the air, the shrug and wave to send him off to the stage, moment’s gone already and I’m still here, standing like a frustrated teen in love. People are snapping selfies, with god knows how many filters with all their friends posing together to save the moment with someone with my lonely ass all the way here.

The good time girls won’t be happy with me down there either, a miserable chick trying to steal customers will just earn me a shanking. I should’ve been livid over another day of being sober just to be sadder, but I just couldn’t, best to just let the music drown out my whining and go.

Turning back to the balcony, I slid the door open and shut it behind me, approaching the railing and letting myself lean over it with a long sigh. The more my body acted with me being upset the more childish I felt, like this was just me being a needy forlorn mess that didn’t get what she wanted. And that want was that warmth I remember feeling to be around me again, and wishing Mathyas could be the person to give it to me.

The sunglasses did wonders hiding my tears, knowing they’d freeze and pop off while I looked up at that big glowing sun that was apparently Heaven right over us. I knew I was an utter twat in life so Hell's about right for me, but thinking that the one on earth who loved me so deeply was still alive, or became a completely different person down here, one that might never recognize me again, hurt deeply.

I reached for my phone and rang Jacqueline, whose side was a lot quieter than mine, so she was likely parked somewhere taking a break.

— “Saz.”

— “Hey Jacqui, could you come by and take me back to the office?”

— “So soon? Your shift was until past midnight, wasn’t it?”

— “It was, but I couldn't get in. Some purse snatcher came around and nabbed my bag with the money. I tried to find either but no luck.”

— “Uh huh, everything alright?”

With a deep breath to get my shit together, I responded.

— “Yeah, yeah, just annoyed, I couldn’t even find the empty bag anywhere afterwards, twat must’ve taken off to sell it too.” 

— “Well that’s shit news. Give me a few and I'll head there.”

— “I'll be at the front.”

After hanging up, I put my phone back in my jacket and leaned over the railing with a groan. I couldn't do anything at this point, best I just suck it up and go. 

Telling myself that just made me tear up more.

The walk back to the elevator was pathetic. Everyone was now closer to the stage opening a path along the walls of the room. Walking through, the back wall had a bunch of cups, bottles, passed out drunks and even some bags and clothes left behind and piled up all together, and the hallway was the same. I wanted to be mad, grab any cup of alcohol left half-drank, or a bottle left with the cap on still and take out my frustration on this pointless evening that went nowhere! But I just couldn't.

For my sake I entered the elevator with my gaze off my reflection and waited, plucking the frozen tears under my eyes, dropping them onto the floor. On the ground floor, I walked back to the entrance and saw that one flickering tube was still there, blinking. Not sure why I noticed it again, but at least that was still consistent. 

Walking past the bouncer and out the front, I was back at the street, which had gotten a lot more quiet now. Did the giant crowd go in? Or were they just going home or pummeling one another off in another part of the city? Hard to tell, but barely any cars were driving by, which made a moment of calm out in the street. A rarity, really.

The ugly sedan pulled over in front of me, and Jacqueline greeted me with a nod. I sat in the back to avoid her gaze a little, which did not work because she instead moved the rearview mirror a little to meet my glasses.

— “At least you still had your phone.”

— “Hah, yeah. Though I will miss my bag.” I uttered lying on my side in the seats, curling up. “Hope Cheres doesn't mind that I lost the money, or that I didn't make any at all…”

— “Yeah, sure. You’re still his favorite, and would surely forgive you for burning down the offices.”

— “Good point.”

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When we got to the building where the office was, I went up the stairs since the lift was busted as usual. Even from across the hallway to the office I could hear someone running their mouth in a way that would probably make Heaven weep. Billy, of course, would barely hide that he played games on the computer while bad-mouthing other players during work, so when I began tapping the number pad with noisy beeps, I heard him throw something and slam a drawer door shut, which was a tad amusing when I opened and saw him blinded by a white document to pretend he was busy.

— “Ah? Why are you here early? Thought your shift was until midnight.” He said standing on the chair to see me behind the monitor.

— “And I thought Cheres had the potty mouth.” 

— “Oh put a sock in it, the fucking program crashed.” 

— “Right. My bag got stolen on the way to the club so I couldn't even get in. Is Cheres here?”

— “Him?” Oh, that angry face that just told me he was pissy over something boss did. “He said he needed to get inspiration for a project he has in the works, and apparently, the only place he could get inspiration was at a bloody cheese fountain!”

— “...Uh huh. Then I’ll be in my flat for the night. If he arrives then let him know what happened and that I’ll pick up double shift tomorrow.”

— “You know he isn't one to give you more work, come on.” He hopped and flapped his wings until reaching me at the door, looking up to me. “And something else going on, I can tell. What gives?”

— “Just… gutted over my bag, that’s all.” 

I waved him goodbye and reached for the handle, shutting the door carefully and going to the stairs again, walking up to my flat with the key and getting inside. I got changed, ate a meal, dropped into bed and realized my ass was not gonna fall asleep at this hour.

Only choice is to sulk, not think about tonight and put soft rock on my phone until I can doze off, with my face half hidden on the pillow

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Meet our Hellaverse OCs Part 4!

Welcome once more to another introduction of one of the members of the Sharkin’s Entrepreneur Backing Company! (S.E.B.C)

Finally arriving at one of the true authority figures of this entire company, with the one, the only, and the founder himself:

Cheres Sharkin!

No surprises, we’re gonna follow a similar index as the prior parts:

1. Birth in hell

2. Life as a Hellborn

3. Base Information

4. Workers

5. Trivia

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Birth in hell

Obvious in looks, Cheres is a Shark Hellborn from Greed, son of a pair of sharks that worked closely with the big fat christmas tree himself and had quite a name for themselves in the ring. These parents would push their only son to be as good of a green catch as they were. It was high expectations and a sense of filling the shoes that the two left for him. 

Cheres turned out to be quite good with the whole market thing, “gifted” as his parents would put it with all things cash, and under that expectation, Cheres would only remain as what many of the other sharks were like: Money hungry, market oriented, labor guided. Unfortunately though, not everyone can be told ‘this is your purpose’ and live it through liking it, as the shark wasn’t exactly convinced this was how he wanted to live, in the shadow of his parents and telling himself that this was his calling. Instead, he decided to branch out, to pull away, use his tools, knowledge, and damn good looks to try to pave a way for his very own success. He had talents and skills, but knowing they weren’t going to be as good as his smarts, he decided to figuratively set a stage for those who can show off their talent.

Granted, he, by nature, is still greedy, and wants cash, accidentally creating a pyramid scheme out of his newly made business and setting into motion. It did work wonders still, as people with remarkable talent, dedication, a need for money and just enough honeyed words, and they were sold!

This was the start of the Sharkin Entrepreneur Backing Company.

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Life as a Hellborn

Starting this company was a fairly easy feat. Have the plan, move to Pride in a safe location, take over a few offices in a big building, struggle for days with the name of the company, figure it out, get employees, bribe succubi to let him visit the human world in search of souls to get guaranteed workers (only worked once), try with Sinners, imps, other succubi and hellhounds, get them recruited and voila! Business!

He himself does spend most of the time being a boss rather than just a hell citizen, scouring hell for business opportunities, knowing what is a good and a bad deal, brushing with danger and charming his way out, if not just paying what is required as nobody really knows he is the son of two big sharks from Greed and finally get that work to his employees for their services. Concerts, performances, services and even just helping hands and all goes well!

Very rarely would his employees see the actual man underneath however. He is so dedicated to the grindset of having this company be effective and successful to the point that most of the workers don’t really think he is ‘emotionally available’. Outside of his circle of business though, he is so distant with emotions that even flirting with him comes across as a trick, a way to make him an easy sale, a cheap buy, and even steal his work! Granted that never works. His heart however has been struck once by someone, and it threw him way off.

Nowadays he’s still just a boss type of man, usually too busy to fuck around for that long, but still around now and then, which is mostly at night given he is quite a night owl. He makes Billy stay for company too.

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Base Information

Why hello beautiful peers, your fav Andrew is here to talk about this mf a bit!

Let me start with telling you some basic infos and a bit of curiosities: First off, he’s the second tallest of the group, just a couple inches away from Riff, he hits a whopping 1,85 cm, which i wont be translating for the americans out there, sorry pals, but moving on! He’s an only child, barely sees his family after moving, and he takes his colorful skin from his mother (just to add a funfact :D).

He appears to be a striped shark, a green/greyish skin tone with light green stripes.

His hair is an ash blonde, the markings on his face resemble the pattern on his body, but they’re different from those, being real badass scars!

Our boy is seen wearing mostly black clothes, especially his pants, being always rigorously black, since they go along with anything, and his favorite jacket (aka the one he’s wearing in the drawing) is red, but he also likes to wear other colored jackets like hot pink, blue, grey or a black one just to match his pants.

His tail is also a mix of his scars and stripes, being a very lucky mf that they are the same color so his coworkers never know of his cool badass stuff wink wonk.

Cheres, being a powerful individual, also has the iconic red pupils, showing a rather big amount of souls under his name, and he’s very proud of how he carries the name of his parents.

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Workers

Riff: One of the most notable employees to join the company was Riff! Before the arrival of a certain someone, they have a neutral yet professional relationship between boss and worker, being on a similar wavelength of being stupid but effective with their business choices. Riff though, alongside Billy, Sazie and Jacqueline are all doing their best to prevent him from finding out that He and Sazie are crushing on one another. 

Billy: Next up is the tiny assistant of the boss, someone who Cheres is quite happy to have to work for him, and sticks around as a fellow that has proved his dedication to working as much as he does. He somewhat accepts his frustrations and how rabid of a birdy he is, but in the end, he’s just happy Billy didn’t end up as someone’s chicken dinner and instead mans the finances when he isn’t available for it.

Sazie: Probably Cheres’ favorite employee despite the rocky relationship there is on one side. As owner of part of Sazie’s soul, she is bound by contract to be of service for his company, but Cheres is far happier to spoil her and be the nicest he can be to anyone just because of his slight, and very obvious crush on her. Nobody has told him Sazie doesn’t have eyes for him, and given he isn’t one to push his power unfairly, he just insists on trying to get her attention. He does, but she doesn’t reciprocate in a way that might give him ideas. He doesn’t even know what she works as, and yet she is usually framed as “Employee of the Month”.

Riff’s Band: Since Riff is the leading man of the band, the rest of the players tend to be more distant from Cheres than he usually is with others. He does treat them well, making sure the working conditions are good and being thorough on keeping their safety and work performance top notch. Overall though, he is more familiar with Riff than with the rest of the players, but they are still grateful he picked them off their unnoticeable circumstances and held up the spotlight for them to thrive in hell.

Jacqueline: The company’s personal cab. He is the third most frequent passenger in the car with the hellhound, and given Jacqueline’s quiet and nonchalant demeanor, he is happy she is an effective worker! Normally he rambles about ideas for projects and business opportunities, but these are met often without much of a response. Still, good worker, he’s proud!

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Trivia!

Cheres was the third member we developed from the team. We needed to imagine who Sazie and Mathyas were working for in hell, so they weren’t just working for themselves and earning money unreliably, so we made this shark!

The idea of him being a shark was planned from the start, but funnily enough, we never thought of his color scheme up until this post was put into production.

If it isn’t Riff, or one of his bandmates, Cheres comes up with the music composition! It’s one of his lesser known talents but he is pretty good at handling instruments.

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And that’s the last more relevant member of Sharkin’s Entrepreneurship Backing Company! 

Hope you enjoyed reading about them, and please, feel free to send asks about or directly to them with the ask button!

That aside, I’ll upload more things relating to my or my friends’ OCs in the future for the fun of it. Thank you, and have a good one!

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Had a silly idea with Andrew (aka the artist, @deathupon404, luv ya boo) and this was the result. Mathy just has a particular taste for a trash animal like Sazie.

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Meet our Hellaverse OCs Part 3!

Hello once again and as expected, this is another post talking about yet another worker in the Sharkin’s Entrepreneur Backing Company! (S.E.B.C)

(This post was mainly written by Noi, and edited by Neil, any major modification/edit by her will be accordingly noted with an asterisk so there is coherence in symbols used.)

Following the line but not the trend, this one has more of a metaphorical and literal “fall from grace” compared to everyone, with a shape that still despite it all screams “friendly”. Please welcome:

Billy

As to keep it more “samey” you will be delighted with the same half-assed index we’ve had before on here:

1. Arrival to Hell

2. Base information

3. Life as a Cherub

4. Associates

5. Trivia

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Arrival to Hell

Compared to the other two sinners that just “poofed” into hell, this one got kicked down there because of a pointless discussion with the pettiest individual in all of Heaven: Adam. 

The fall was as rocky and bad as you could expect from falling from heaven directly to the deep pits of hell, but what he had in bad luck at confronting the wrong person at the wrong time he was lucky enough to fall through a window on the company of someone that instead of shooting his head off on the moment, lend him a hand to get up and a position to conceal his identity so he wasn’t an easy target due to his still naive nature at that time.

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Base information

*Andrew had a vision one day while working the design, and it started as an Animal Crossing looking character, that slowly began to look more like the ball of angy we love.

*Design wise, there is not much that goes unnoticed on the finalized reference at the very start of this post, but overall, his color schemes follow mostly white plumage and shirt, black accessories and dyes and silver details such as the chains and spikes. He has probably been the simplest design in the trio, but pretty sure I speak for all three of us when I say he is just downright precious looking.

Billy for the most part behaves in a way to be expected of someone that has had to endure quite a lot from people that made him realize that having a standard at all in hell is a mistake. His behavior has changed radically compared to what he was previously, now standing as a really short-tempered, hot headed individual who will react in an aggressive manner upon the most minor inconvenience, mostly shown as he has spurts of anger online despite also being his “therapeutic” way of finding peace. Regardless of that though, if you show a level of maturity and behavior that is beyond the bare minimum Billy will show said maturity back as his entire way of being changes into being a way more toned down version of himself, much more than capable of being a good listener and a pleasant bird to have a talk with.

On his own however, he remains mostly silent but ends up building more of that anger, why? Simply because of the fact he finds it pointless to show anger if there is no one to see nor hear it. 

Accompanying the fact on his really unhealthy behaviour, Billy still feels betrayed by how easily he was let off and kicked from heaven, every single mention of it he sees, even if it isn’t even meant to refer at the actual heaven will make his blood boil, so instead of trying to learn how to cope or even try to speak up about it he keeps it to himself, just excusing it as being too pissed off on that moment.

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Life as an Ex-Cherub

Shortly after joining the company, the first thing to tackle from the Cherub was of course to change how weak willed he was overall and to give a change to his looks so he wasn’t as obvious as he already looked. The training was simple as it ended up just having to handle the members already present of the company (And as previously seen, most of the time they are anything but a good group) so it didn’t take that much time to turn what once was a selfless, soft and pure cherub into someone that was as horrible if not even worse than all of them at some things.

After the swift transition into a scuffed looking “Hell-Born” with clothing that made him look more like he was part of a 2010s local emo band his job position turned out to be making all the paperwork alongside all the good decisions for the company as no one currently working on S.E.B.C. was capable of doing so as they were either assigned another job or they were (and still are) scheming the dumbest ways of consuming drugs, sometimes doing both at the same time.

Now his days revolve around having to do the boring work, faking he’s taking too long so he can use that time to pour out all his rage (in the Voxternet) and be a mix of a therapeutic plushie and an attempt at being a voice of reason.

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Associates

There is no order in preference for the bird, so there’s no friendship chart to get out of this one either!

Starting up, Cheres is of course at first due to being the first hellborn that Billy ever met since falling down to Hell, and with the amount of help received from what was a basic “You do this for me and I’ll do this for you” exchange, Billy is of course quite fond of Cheres and loyal to his cause despite the amount of bullshit he has to put up with because of Cheres himself, often aiding in an indirect manner to whatever he causes just to keep the company stable enough.

Following up is Riff, who has the friendship equivalent of a cat that does not like any sign of physical contact (Billy) and the owner that does not care at all (Riff), even then Billy is entirely neutral towards Riff despite how often he is grabbed by Riff and poked at just to get a reaction.

Next on the list is Sazie, despite doing part of what Riff does even if on accident (like holding Billy like a duck *wheeeeze-) she is not seen in such a neutral light compared to Riff, all due to him eventually seeing another side of her he was not expecting to see in any person in Hell, which opened his view quite a lot once more and made him soften a tiny little bit towards Sazie.

And last but not least is the one he has least interacted with, that being Jacqueline, the hellhound previously mentioned and the main reason as to why they almost never interact compared to the others is due to the fact that Billy spends the majority of the time on the building and only leaving when it is utterly necessary and to top it off, he is not the one to start a conversation so a majority of the rides are spent in silence (and with Billy trying to see outside of the window but almost unable to due to him being short *shortass.)

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Trivia!

Billy’s existence came only because I used a roulette to decide what type of OC I would do for this.

Billy’s looks, personality, backstory and so on was almost entirely decided on what I and the other two working on this project deemed to be the funniest. (*To quote from our Discord, when we were deciding the design: “So what do we make this silly Billy animal wise” — Noi, 12/2024)

* Billy is Irish. There's a pattern between these 3.

*Andrew worked the design, Noi worked part of the character’s mental stuff and I worked mostly the backstory, with some details like his Internet therapy of screaming ungodliness down a mic originating from a one-shot story I made.

*Billy’s animal design was most likely going to end up as a birb regardless, as Noi found it silliest, but a cow was considered for a moment.

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*Congrats! Made it through another post my dear reader!

*Making these posts has been so fun, getting to iron out the details of our OCs and just put it all into one post has been great. More over, plans to get everyone into a single lead post to get asks open would be plenty fun toooo~ I'll be working on that myself whenever.

Next post will be on Cheres, the big man himself, so keep an eye outttt.

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Meet our Hellaverse OCs Part 2!

Welcome back to another post about the workers in the Sharkin's Entrepreneur Backing Company™! (S.E.B.C)

(This post was mainly written by Andrew, and edited by Neil, any rlly big edits by her will be marked with an asterisk.)

Right behind our beloved Sazie, here comes the goofiest, silliest, most kind-hearted as his brain is cooked demon in all hell (after Charlie :3). EVERYBODY SAY HELLO TOOOOOO:

Matthyas “Riff” McSumthein

We’re gonna follow the same half-assed index:

1. Arrival to Hell

2. Base information

3. Life as a Sinner

4. Associates

5. Trivia

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Arrival to Hell

This absolute dumbass legit woke up in the middle of the street, in front of a place he did not recognize and surrounded by screaming souls, people killing each other, and a tall figure standing in front of him with a hand stretched out to help him up, offering him what he had always wanted back when he was alive, and with little to no memories of what had happened if not little hints and blurred images in his brain, he could do nothing but accept that hand.

*Riff, being quite easy to convince, would take up Cheres’ offer to join into the company without a soul based contract, mainly because he himself in life could really take up a crowd, be adored, carry out a concert people would love! So, Cheres took him to the SEBC office where he would explain how work was to go. 

*First though, he needed a band, and Cheres had a plan.

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Life as a Sinner

After being hired, and having the blessing of not remembering half of his life from before, even forgetting someone truly special, he just got back to what he loved, that being coke (*supplied by Cheres as necessary work expenses) and making music for others to enjoy, and this time? he could finally go absolutely wild with the coke!

Riff was put into a band of two other members, a hellhound by the name of Maria, the drummer, and an unnamed baddie who is their bassist (bassists aren't recognized enough, and they’re one of them), *both sharing similarities with the bandmates Riff had in life as a way to put him in an ambient he was familiar with, which was in everyone’s best interest, and mainly Cheres’.

Riff took the role of lead singer and guitarist, with Maria helping him with the lyrics of his songs while the bassist takes care of the base, also serving as a mixer for them.

*Currently, the band goes around bars and clubs with scheduled performances set by Cheres or Billy, the money earned from the concerts themselves go partly to Cheres and partly to the band in return.

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Base Information

I’m bad at these- so I’m just going to throw here whatever I didn't throw in the last paragraph teehee (*and I’ll try to sort it out hjfhjds)

Anyway!

His body is that of a stretched-up imp, reaching 190 cm without his performing heels. He has male imp patterned horns, wings uncharacteristic for an imp with one being completely burnt with few surviving feathers while the other has holes and burn marks (can’t fly tho). Lastly is a pointy tail with the end being shaped like half a heart.

He presents a very snazzy haircut, one you’d see on an ‘80s man, even tho he was quite young, but he still liked his curly black hair in that long glam rock blowout.

He has reddish “natural” eyes from all the coke he had up his nose when passing, which he hides with some 80s round sunglasses. Silly sharp fangs with long canines that stick out the sides, a mark of the saliva trail from his lethal overdose, pointy elf-like ears and white stains in places like his hands, over his heart, under his nose and so on.

He also presents a lot of piercings, like a septum up to his ears and a Marley piercing (*aka tongue piercing), and just under the septum he has another permanent smear of leftover coke.

He wears a punk/emo-ish style, rocking a striped shirt under a sick ass leather jacket with the coolest patches he got around here and there from fans and friends.

The color palette is rather simple; black hair, red skin, white stains on his hands and nose, just in case you weren't paying attention, and a biiiig stain on his chest, that spreads out for the left side out, right where the heart is, just another symbol and reminder of how he died.

* Mentally, Riff is a cheerful one, energetic, friendly and generally carefree, although a bit too carefree. He himself tends to fail at recognizing when things are serious and is a bit of an airhead that doesn’t take other’s advice into account, usually too easy to get himself carried away or into trouble.

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Associates

Here are a couple of the most important characters that have a relationship with Riff, in no particular order aside for the last character, which is the most important of the bunch:

Cheres: Riff and him are buddies, Cheres always had his eyes on him since he was alive, seeing how wild he was with the coke and the mic, he always saw a lot of potential in that tall stupid ass, and so he was the first to greet him to hell, having it all planned out to have Riff work for him as soon as i could.

Unfortunately, Cheres also sees Riff as a rival, a looove rival, but Cheres is so money motivated he never really prays for Riff’s downfall, just maybe a couple of broken bones, but that doesn't stop our boy from still seeing Cheres as a friend of his, the one who gave him the opportunity to follow his biggest dream, even after his death, so Riff has a lot of respect for him.

Billy: oh this absolute siller of a birb fallen from heaven, Riff finds him absolutely adorable, he would pinch his cheeks from day to night non-stop, just to bother that guy a bit and get that cute, round face to contort in anger, so I’d define their friendship to be based on Riff being annoying and Billy just taking it because he’s just done with anything and anyone XD

Maria: She may look like a tough cookie, but Maria is a kind soul that cares a lot for the band members, almost acting like a worried mother with a nonchalant attitude most of the time, and Riff absolutely loves her, in a very platonic way obv!

Maria could be considered one of his best friends, holding her dear with the sweet memories of a similar person being in his life back in the days, and Riff is oh so grateful to have her, even when he does not listen to her worries.

Sazie: the icy cold demoness <3, one of Mathy’s fans that he sometimes spots at his events, and who he always looks forward to spending a lot of time with, sometimes even going back to the office, taking the opportunity to take on Jacqueline’s kindness ^^

He can't quite put his finger on it, but he finds Sazie very interesting, there’s something about her that drives him in. *He finds her to be reliable, fun, a party girl fit for his tastes and someone he can trust dearly, maybe more than that.

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Trivia time! 

Hi this is Neil, just wanna say that Mathy was made roughly around the same time as Sazie, and we then worked on their backstories in life and decided they’re lovers in secret huehuehe~

Andrew here, just wanna say that I basically made Neil create a character because I wanted to ship them and make them be happy ‘n silly, so I won. (*He said like I didn’t love to create characters)

Mathyas is Scottish!

The name Riff is a nickname Mathy uses as a way to stay anonymous in hell, adding what he calls a “mysterious charm” to his character on stage, so even tho his real name is Mathyas, in hell is known all around as Riff, having most of the people he knows calling him that.

Mathy’s wings are actually a symbolism for his missed occasion of entering the pearly gates, with his coke-stained body being a reminder of the reason he actually got thrown out of it, and also the reason his life ended so early, leaving him as a nobody, instead of a famous star he could have become.

If Riff never touched cocaine, he still would have offed himself after a specific event i cannot address right now ;9 so his doom was still inevitable

This dumb fuck never remembers how his name is spelled, if with 1 or 2 Ts, I also don’t remember half the time so we just made it canon for Riff also X3.

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*Hooo okay! That's all for Riff, or most of it at least. Next up we have Billy and that'll be written more by Noi, but formatting, organizing and trimming will be up to me as usual.

Thank you for reading, and again, asks will be open if you wanna engage with the coked up rockstar, or the icy cold succubus!

I might make a stand-alone post for one of my personal ocs too.........

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Meet our Hellaverse OCs Part 1!

Me and my dear friends made sum Hellaverse OCs and we wanna show 'em, so gather around to meet the entrepreneurship support group for those of outstanding talent in: Sharkin's Entrepreneur Backing Company! Or...

THE S.E.B.C WORKERS!

Up first, mainly developed by me and closely co-developed with Andrew and Noi, the coldest, hottest, moonshine loving succubus of pride:

Sazie Anwir Morris!

Alrighty, where to start with this girl?

In the Hellaverse there's certain traits shared by different species within, but this one, appearing to be a Succubus, has many traits unusual for one to possess.

Here's a half-assed index:

1. Arrival to Hell

2. Life as a Sinner

3. Base Information

4. Associates

5. Trivia

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Arrival to Hell

Arriving to hell seems to be fairly cut and dry in canon, like they just poof, appear there, new body and all. For Sazie it would've been similar had it not been for her greatest crime.

She awoke in a desolate part of pride in what felt like a violent blizzard, which didn't last too long, just leaving her with snow coating her hair along with ice clinging to her flesh and... fur?

Most of her memory was a fuzzy mess, and a lot of details were just not even clear.

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Life as a Sinner

Once the blizzard that followed them subsided, they were quite different to how they are now. White skin from the waist down, as well as that white fur on her legs, red skin up, crystals over their hair and fur, and generally a look that just didn't seem right.

They would be found by an individual named Cheres (pronounced Keres) who claimed to know her, and warned the newcomer that they were in a lot of danger if their appearance was as it was. He said he had a plan though, and as owner of part of their soul, they had to come along.

An effort was made to disguise Sazan's true nature branded on by hell with a lot of pink and black permanent body paint and crude surgery. Sazan was first painted in pink, with smudges revealing her true colours (pun intended), horns painted black, and finally, had the wings and tail of a succubus surgically attached, with the latter limp, but alive. This left some ugly scars.

Despite the snowflake mark on her hip still showing past the paint, Sazan was assured this would fool anyone, and feeling quite comfortable as a succubus, she took up the new name of 'Sazie' and the job of an 'adult entertainer'. Cheres understood this as 'pole dancing and stripping', not literal prostitution in clubs, but nobody dared to tell him the reality of it once they all found out he had a thing for Sazie.

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Base Information

Gender first, she is Trans, if you ask what's in her skirt she'll say there's something cold and worth your money.

Physically, Sazie possesses pinkish skin with small patches of red from the waist up, and patches of white waist down. Pear like chubby body shape, 170 cm tall (5,5 feet tall) without counting her horns, which add a couple more cm. On top of that, Sazie is always very physically cold to the touch, which she says 'adds to the fun'.

Going from bottom to top, she has white and gray hooves instead of feet, rough, white fur going up her legs up to the 'knee' with crystals stuck to it, and not visible in this stage of the sketch, a snowflake mark over her right hip and a buttercup tattoo over the back of her right shoulder.

Going higher, she has a pink tail with a black end, which is normally limp, plus wings of the same colour, all three a slight hue different from the rest of her body.

Lastly, she has long, wavy black hair styled into an undercut fade (Hairstyle terminology be damned, I'm bad at it) with similar crystals as her legs scattered throughout.

Sazie likes to wear accessories like belts, piercings, earrings, fishnets and such. Outside of those though, she prefers tight fitting clothing, leather clothing and dons a generally soft-punk style mixed with whatever catches payer's eyes.

More mentally now, Sazie is an ambivert with a very alluring bravado, approaching others with confidence and being more than a bit reckless with her favourite moonshine. Though on the flipside, she is a lot more awkward, immature and far less energetic, mainly when she's sober too. She can be described as agreeable, optimistic, brave and supportive, but she is also quite stubborn, clumsy, short-fused and as already mentioned, reckless.

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Associates

Now let's see the other fun fellows that are in this group and how Sazie gets along with them!

In no real order, Cheres is first up to bat and oh, how they get along. Cheres has a crush for Sazie, first and foremost, and this has led occasionally to the not-so-professional one-sided feelings issue now and then. Sazie likes him as a boss and maybe friend, but knows he is crushing on her and might take it badly if he found out she whores herself for money under the guise that she knows how to poledance, which is a big fucking lie. Aside from that, she trusts him, hangs out with him, goes drinking, and admires his smarts despite how he may seem like a bit of a bonehead.

Next is Billy, a fallen helper of heaven that is too cute for how angry he is. Sazie adores him, finds him silly, amusing and just downright precious for how much of a hissy thing he is. However, she is aware that he is mature and pretty attentive. He is the brains of the company under Cheres after all, and knows she can both have an adult conversation... and pick him up like a duck despite his rage when she's a few moonshine bottles in. It'll all make sense when we get to him.

Then is Jacqueline, a hellhound that works as the company's lift. She's a bit too nonchalant and dismissive for Sazie's tastes, but relies on her when it's professional. Normally doesn't spend time with her beyond car rides back from work, and even then the small talk does feel nice and genuine.

And finally is Riff, another sinner that causes her to feel all sorts of confusing things. He's a wild one that loves rock, cocaine and most of all to just live life out, and the succubus cannot help herself but lose herself in his charm and company. She doesn't avoid him, but she does feel off about him, reminding her of someone whose face has become a distant, blurred, heart-wrenching memory. Despite this feeling, Sazie wants to spend time with him the most, either to seek fulfilment or else, she does deeply.

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Trivia time!

Let's talk some lil' things outside of Sazie herself, such as creation process, inspirations and facts!

Sazie was made before I watched Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss. I didn't wanna give it a chance, but wanted a demon OC based on the pilot rules. Then I watched the actual show, loved it, and worked Sazie to be more accurate to the rules of the show, but add a touch of personal ideas I had.

She's British. No jokes here, just sayin'.

The cold motifs over Sazie are closely based to two things; Her cause of death involving freezing and the circle of Treachery as seen in Dante's Inferno, where Satan himself would be stuck at the waist down in ice as the ultimate sinner (Trying to get myself more cultured into these stories purely to richen my writing, so I'm being a tad vague to save face lol)

This is a note from Andrew. Sazie's Succubus look is inspired from Verosika Mayday's looks, which we could say was Cheres' idea to make her even more appealing. On top of that, since he was the main artist in terms of making my descriptions visual, he added a nice touch, which was making her legs have sum fur. This wasn't at random, it's meant to be a small nod to a cold cryptid like a Yeti!

The buttercup tattoo was my idea. I saw somewhere that apparently they're a bad gift because they symbolize childishness, ingratitude and unfaithfulness, which all track for Sazie.

And finally, since hell is dangerous (surprise surprise) Sazie's method of defense is the crystals on her legs and hair, which she can pluck off and flick at anyone or anything soft that can be jabbed by the crystals, and they're pretty sharp too! So with a good flick, Sazie can get a crystal stuck into soft material or flesh, which will quickly cool the impacted area the longer it stays stuck there, to the point of causing deep frostbite. Plus, if two or more crystals are stuck close to each other, the two will form a sort of line of cold between them, freezing whatever is in its path. Just imagine getting one of these suckers stuck in your neck, and you end up choking on your freezing breath.

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Alright! You did it, you reached the marathon finish line, congrats, there's water on the side so have a sip.

Thank you for reading this post that turned out far messier and more verbose than intended, that was not my plan. Keep an eye out for the next post though, as we'll be talking about Riff!

And lastly, a big and important AND, feel free to send asks my way about my currently posted OCs (Sazie, Boone, Timberly) or just asks for me in particular! I love engagement, questions and talking about these silly creations so feel free!

That is all, have a good night y'all!

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I don't know what to title this, but here you'll read of my Murder Drones OC

It's time! I wanted to make a post about my Murder Drones OC since me and a couple of frens have been roleplaying with them lately, so to give more to this blog and add characters that maybe people enjoy and ask, I present to you in a lengthy post:

Boone Doser

Lots of thank u's, pat pats and sm more to my lovely friend over on instagram @d3athup0n for gifting me this for my birthday, as a bust reference of the big man himself. In this post you'll get to know more about him and maybe a note here or there about the process of developing him.

Unit BD2, otherwise known by his co-workers as 'Boone Doser' is an Industrial type of Worker Drone within the world of Murder Drones.

Industrial Drones (IDs) are different from Worker Drones (WDs) for the way that they're heavily altered by a company and given specific programming to work as an automated heavy machine and perform more arduous tasks individually. Drones like these were a safe way for humans to have machinery identical to those such as Bobcats, Forklifts, TLBs and like Boone Doser's name implies, Bulldozers.

Yes I'm proud of that pun name

Boone was designed to function in the way of serving in heavy facilities that would require digging, moving rubble or in his case, aid in digging operations.

One of the few models of his generation, Boone was the 2nd model of the Bulldozer line, which was only 5 models total made before the next generation of Industrial Drones was developed. Boone is part of the 3rd generation of IDs and was sent to work in the mining facility located in Copper 9.

Equipped with a heavy duty casing, flexible joints with more rigid segments on his extremities and almost armor-like plating, Boone is built to be heavy and put up high torque. The blades on his back can be removed and attached to his arms, then to be used for pushing and digging by splitting in two parts and connecting once together on his arms.

Another feature not visible is that he does not possess the typical legs a WD would, but instead have his entire feet and part of the ankle be replaced by two sturdy wheels with high grip to traverse smoothly over rocky terrain and step across mud piles without getting stuck.

With all this torque and power, he is a hard machine to break apart without special equipment, blades themselves able to withstand plenty of damage (like a shield).

He wears work approved clothing, such as a safety mining vest, safety goggles and a hardhat (with his name scribbled on the left side)

ALSO HIS HAIR IS MADE OF WIRES AND AH I LOVE HOW IT LOOKS.

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Lots of blah blah about his design and origin, and yes I invented a whole new brand of Drones just for this, bite me.

Now to the fun part!

His lore!

Grengcore was the name of the company owner of the mining facility where Boone worked, which was a company entirely set within Copper 9.

Boone was created in 3040 and sent to one of the mining resource plant, in which he'd work with humans and drones until Copper 9's explosion, which caused the death of the humans and leaving all drones to continue work on their own (which was hard, since none was taught how to send a spaceship with the mined material anywhere)

Either way, he'd develop relationships with almost all workers and mostly positive ones too, him being quite upstanding and serviceable as can be, optimistic, even eventually, developing a link for one of the workers within, being a girl that he'd work alongside with daily, even together during breaks.

This link would continue to flourish into a code full of love, where he and this worker would decide to create their own starter neural network, AKA a child of their own, a compromise solidified after a wedding within the facility, where two rings of quartz were worn to seal the promise and become husband and wife.

After the big day, Boone would be given his name by the workers, who all called him B-2, and his name would be scribbled onto his helmet as a fun gift from his wife.

Time passed, and while working during break hours, a sudden cave-in happened, that crushed the entrance in due to something causing too much movement nearby. The workers instructed Boone to

'Just continue digging'

He'd continue as instructed, expecting the others to soon dig out the entrance as he discovered the cave in to be far more risky to clean out from inside with the chance of a complete breakdown of the tunnel being dug if attempted from the inside.

He'd just keep digging.

The assurance calls from the intercom ceased, and his order remained unchanged

The visits from his wife through the speaker on the single camera mounted in the room prior to the tunnel stopped coming

He wouldn't hear the gibberish of his child with the sweet voice of his wife

His code began to deteriorate with one order starting to freeze onto his programming

1095 days went by as he continued to work non-stop

He had no idea what happened as the days went by

He had no knowledge of where anyone was

He had no other things he knew besides to dig

to replace damaged blades

eat from a huge boxed supply of batteries

run out of wires to light up the tunnel

run out of working explosives

his body wearing away

and finally, becoming a hollow husk of what once was a worker with pride, with friends, with a loving partner and a child he wanted to provide proper parenting to.

If only he knew the carnage that had gone down back in his home, but alas, all he knew now was few things:

Just keep digging, to throw ore to the left, dirt and stone to the right, replace damaged equipment.

Boone Doser became the sole survivor of the mining facility, but not without severe impact to his own self. Only one thing would be able to maybe help him return to reality, and it came in the form of a faulty Disassembly Drone, who took pity on his miserable state, and offered him to escape.

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Okay that was way more than I expected to write-

BUT YEAH THAT'S BOONE DOSER

If you managed to reach this part like... I'm proud of u, and if you want, you can ask Boone questions, see if his poor CPU can answer them.

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I wanna ramble about my TADC OC bc god damn I'm seeing too many lovely ones and I get FOMO.

Sadly I own no references of the character itself but alas, I wanna make use of this blog ahead of time and lay out ideas I've had before writing the main Google Doc of this character as the bio, since I tend to look to solidly form the OC before writing its bio as a sort of 'finalized version'.

I'll be adding pics of things described when needed since it'll be more fun in that way.

Ladies and Gents!

Say hello to my TADC OC:

Timberly, the puppeteer, puppet and ventriloquist!

I'll start off saying that I wanted to make a clown, since I love clowns, but since Pomni is the protagonist and Kaufmo exists as well- So that's off the table. Following those very rules over no clowns I decided to do the same for the general cast, aka to vary and try not to lean too much on just one aspect, so Abstract (Zooble), animals (Jax duh) Animate inanimate (Gangle, Kinger and Ragatha) had to be only minor showings in the OC itself. So I experimented a little

Something suggested by a friend is to look up 90's toys, which I did try out to gather inspiration. At some point I reached the idea of a puppet, a sort of wooden and yarn style of doll that then shifted to actual wood body, yarn joints and lastly strings to hold up.

This is where the main body of the OC would go, Timberly was the name of the puppet, bottom heavy, rough wood shapes and long arms made to imitate something I kind of wanted to have fun with...

This smug fuck, why? His arms! The idea of wide colorful cylinders for arms, connected with strands of yarn in between down to a pair of simple pointed stubs for hands at the ends made me pretty happy to imagine. Timberly's clothing choice is still undefined but would most likely have either a long dress with puffy shoulders or even suspenders! Overall to not interrupt with the colorful segmented arms using sleeves. Hair? Not sure what it'd be like YET but I am working on it, though it might not be yarn so it isn't like Ragatha's.

Timberly as a name comes from Kimberly, but with Timber.

Second part of the character came off due to the idea of the main body being a puppet, and frankly was too amusing of a concept not to include, to which I want to introduce the puppeteer, Hans!

Hans... Is clearly meant to be like Hands, because it is in fact a giant, hovering toony white glove that handles a wood X made to carry around Timberly. Hans is essentially the movement for Timberly, while she is the physical expressions and body function such as touching objects and possessing some of the core senses. Hans is pretty simple in design due to not being the expressive one- try answering the questions:

'How are you?'

'Where does it hurt?' and

'Where is the heart?'

Without using your body EXCEPT your hand. That's Hans, it can do wavy motion to respond the first one but not much else- you don't need a reference to imagine what Hans looks like.

Lastly is one of the more personally formed parts, third "member" of those that form Timberly as a whole: Gogo!

Brandishing the same name as the character, Gogos are made by Panini, cool little plastic collectibles I remember gathering when I was smoler. Yes some of them look quite weird in shape don't ask- But the point is that Gogo is meant to imitate one of these, and Gogos are tiny, like roughly 5-8 cm or so (Look up how much that's in inches lol) and generally had varying designs, from alien to robotic to animal of all sorts. Gogo is mostly a simple big lower base with small middle body and a big head that imitates the look of a simplified Talkboy, all with a robotic appearance.

Now why would Gogo have a head like this? Simple! Gogo is the voice of the group! But since Gogo is quite small (10 cm tall) and usually sits on Timberly's head and speaks for the other two!

Now that we defined who makes up the character, there's one thing I intentionally made in a way, which was having Hans, Timberly and Gogo be almost impossible to tell if they were separate entities or a single one since in their story, all of them arrived together in one go and appeared to fall in love with the Digital Circus itself in mere moments of appearing.

Sometimes they'd behave like three people, with arguments looking like Timberly making annoyed gestures, Hans shaking either of the two and Gogo being vocal and loud- While other times they all act in one way together, Gogo speaking, Timberly gesturing and Hans keeping them on the move if needed.

Who knows what these three are, if not a single mind that fell into what felt like a dreamy blessing, or three individuals shackled to live as one?

First post using this account again, fun stuff, sorry about the text wall but if you did reach this, hope you liked the concept of the character!

I'll uh... Learn how to segment posts better soon.

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So i was looking at DST’s Cawnival event wiki

why do i feel like these crow kids will grow up to be the constant’s defense attorneys?

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Wright's teacher, before Mia's help

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This man inhales oxygen and exhales old town road