I'm gonna try to post random shit more so here's something. OC dropping.
So, I made a version of Emi. If you don't know, just search the tags for "emiko takaaki" (either by searching it in my blog or pressing them in the bottom of the post).
But a quick rundown is that Emi is a reverse-weeboo who loves Western culture but being Japanese and this is set in the Undertale storyline, Emi is a yokai which is a protected kind of Japanese creature monster that lives in the woods and she is specifically a tanuki yokai. She's the youngest sibling and the most resposible between her older sister and herself making her older sister way more weird and hyper and... Weird. She had two exes Sam and Annie, Sam being a massive dickhead and Annie being a sweet kind person. After her relationship with Annie fell out she moved to America for a fresh start but fell into the Underground, she was met by being caputered and put in trial but before that met a younger science-y Sans and they became friends and he kinda became her stand in attorney and after that she lived with him and his brother and his dad (well he's gone now) ever since because she's homeless now and that's the quick version.
So this AU version of her is going to be from the Something New timeline, which one?... The timeline where Emi fell and was there? Of course?
But in all seriousness, she's in a timeline where there's Killer and she's dead. As you probably know from reading the post I told you to read yokai can become ghosts because of their slightly more persistent SOULS than other monsters though not as DETERMIND as humans.
Well sometimes.
I call her Bunny and guess why I call her Bunny.
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No seriously guess.
Anyways, Bunny dies because of Killer's well... killing spree across the Underground, and becomes a ghost.
Because in this timeline the Player is a bitch they hacked into the code and made Bunny remember timelines and her deaths just to have shits and giggles. (I'm makin' the Player an asshole because I have creative freedom.)
Bunny becomes more scared and timid and well... Jumpy.
And with this, her new personality formed.
She's more nervous and anxious, having gone through death multiple times, and being VEERRRYYYYY... She's a masochist.
Boo at me all you want but she's felt nothing but death and pain for what? Months? Years? DECADES???
It doesn't mean her helplessness makes her useless, she's just very... well... very.
She can now posses humans, but only humans and boss monsters (or monsters with lots of LV if you want to play with that) because other wise they'd both die of being too weak for this shit. She can also posses corpse's and make them her new body to use.
She can move objects with telekinesis, phase through walls, be tangible then intangible, and other ghostly things.
She's practically just made out of ecto if I'm being honest.
Now my idea is that what if there's a timeline she get's the Calypso treatment and be left alone for years without anyone in her AU because her Killer never came back because... Nightmare, and there is an AU where she just dies normally like everyone else and Killer is with Color and somehow ends up in the AU where Bunny is alone and a ghost.
"Did you know you talk in your sleep? Tell me though who is Color?~"
"He's my boyfriend..."
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"Anyway, you got all that you need here-"
(Ps. The timeline I just gave out as an idea is not the "canon" timeline and if you want the canon fanfic then here)
Oc drop😛 Simon meeting his shapeshifting, paralyzing, cannibal wife:p
Simon stands in front of the dark oak desk staring down at his captain. Price is leaned back with a cigar between his lips as usual. There’s a file placed on the desk between the both of the them decorated by big bold letters, “Confidential: Top Priority”. Price finally breaks the silence with, “Do you believe in the existence of other creatures?” Simon lets out a noise comparable to a mix of disbelief and a scoff at the question.
Simon replies, “Had to see it to believe it, sir.” Price grabs the folder, looking at the words on it before handing it off to Simon, “You’re about to see something real soon, son. Got a solo for ya in the City of Love, France.” Simon takes the folder and shuffles out the room with the weight of responsibility on his shoulders.
After a long flight on the bird and a drive to the main city, Simon stops in front of a high rise hotel. He walks in heading straight to the elevators. His mind going back to Price’s odd question, ““Do you believe in the existence of other creatures?”, that made absolutely no sense. Honestly, Simon didn’t understand why this mission was such a priority at all.
It’s a get in, find some woman, get her out in one piece. Yet, he knew it wasn’t that simple and thinking so would only make it harder. His thoughts racing as he went down the hall slowly. Steps careful, purposeful, and expecting. Stopping in front of room number 777, he takes out the key card.
Once he’s in, every bit of the surrounding area is analyzed and filed away in his brain. It’s certainly…lavish as one would put it. Low lighting in every room that’s easy on the eyes, the room smells fresh almost like silver with a mix of roses and wine. The place is tidy, too tidy. The whole suite seems to have a theme. Dark red, silk, and seductive. Some smooth jazz plays in the background as he observes the room looking for something, or someone. It’s starting to get hard to pick up his feet as the jazz sounds farther away and the floor seems to be moving towards his face as his eyelids flutter shut.
By the time he’s come back to world of the living, he’s horizontal this time. His horizontal position rests on huge silky bed he saw earlier with the dark red laced canopy on each side. As he tries to operate his limbs he fails. His body feels paralyzed with the only movement coming from the neck up. The cool air hitting his bare face sending shocks of panic and discomfort through him.
Soft paddings of footsteps ring in his ear as they get closer. The bed dips behind him slightly and he can’t quite crane his neck to see who it is. But he sure as hell can make a close guess to who it is based on the voice. “My my? Aren’t you just the cutest little thing?” A hand traces the scar lining his forehead to his jawline. Simon can’t figure out why his heart is beating so fast, nearly coming out his chest from the contact. Esmea Cleremont-Pié.
Essentially, a “shapeshifting siren with a high sex drive”, as Simon summed up the file. Sharp, dark eyes that reminded him of a predator in the water, watching its prey flail around in an unfamiliar environment. Beauty unparalleled to anything he’d seen before. Was this truly her form? Or some other form she took on? Her nails were sharp as they gently grazed through his slightly grown out buzz to stimulate his scalp. This, gentle caresses and admiring from Esmea, went on for a long while until Nikolai came in to see what was taking so long. Some part of him wished it never ended.
Esmea didn’t look so thrilled about being interrupted either as she barred canines as sharp as knives at the Russian. Nikolai simply raises up one empty hand and a hand holding a blood bag where she could see them. Her eyes immediately honing in on the peace offering Nikolai brought. While she lunged to grab it, Nikolai took the opportunity to throw her on the ground sedating her with a syringe.
Simon tries to proceed as normal after that whole incident. But it seems he’s been placed to over see her for the near future. Just great…
Sometimes I forget how much work went into this and then I look at old comparisons like this.
I really like this side by side because it shows the amount of mesh modding and texture editing that went into cleaning up the base model's defective right eye. This was not a quick fix. It took a lot of trial, error, and patience.
For clarity, the image on the left is Stefano Valentini, the original base model. The image on the right is Sunder, an OC I created using that model as a starting point.
Just like some roleplayers use celebrity face claims or AI these days, I chose to work with existing video game models and transform them through mesh mods and texture edits to build original characters.
I do not own the models, as these are purely transformative and recreational works, but I do own the stories, and over time Sunder and others have developed deep backstories and a lot of personal meaning for me.
If you saw the OC post I shared back in October on @sadisticlens, that shows the current version of him. This image is a bit outdated, but it still highlights the contrast and all the work that went into transforming the base model.
So you know my OC from my last post? I decided to draw her love interest! Yeah, her story is a romance cuz I just felt it should be this way. Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I started a character lineup for one of my other OC’s, got tired of doing that and drew this for a break.
I had some trouble making him look like a guy bc of his face so I ended up changing his eyes. Since he also exists in the same world as Jordan I decided to add that directly into his lore like I did with Carmon. In my head his grandfather was an Attuned person. The genes are mostly dead for him but it stayed in the form of his eye color, which happens occasionally with people in their world. Because of his bright red eyes he’s been through a lot. Both sides of their world hate the other, so having a feature that so boldly states someone in your family is Attuned got him a lot of hate. The same general logic applies to disabled ppl in their world. Attuned people are more likely to have disabilities so on the attuned side disabilities are barely stigmatized if at all but on the Unattended side there’s even more ableism.
His mom owns a cake shop and that’s actually where he first meets Carmon while helping out there! It’s the reason he’s so into baking. Since he was raised by his mom alone and is close with her he gets into more traditionally feminine things but hides it out of fear. The next time I draw him I’ll try drawing him to look more masculine bc the main idea of him is that he’s a guy who just likes romance and cute stuff. He doesn’t have to be feminine to do that. Idk I just hate how guys are always told they can’t like certain things. It’s annoying.
