Yza's OC sideblog

Sideblog for corraling OC content. Main is @yzafre

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Main blog: @yzafre

Patricia May Peerson (RotTMNT): Masterpost | Main Tag | Chrono

On their first visit to the Grand Nexus Hotel, the boys' meet one of Big Mama's assistants, one Miss Patricia May Peerson. They find themselves stumbling headfirst into a friendship with a parent-aged adult, and the mystery of how she became involved with yokai in the first place.

Current most active project.

Lunar Orbit Verse (TMNT 2012): Main Tag | Chrono

A connected set of OCs. Introduction is a canon-divergence starting at season 3b, where Shredder has Baxter create 4 new mutants.

Character tags - Pandora | Bel | Medina | tbd

Expanded Foot Clan (TMNT 2012): Main Tag | Chrono

World-building posts surrounding Bradford's branch of the Foot Clan. Used in Lunar Orbit verse, but readable separate from that project.

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OC ASK GAME

Where was your OC born, and where did they grow up?

How does your OC remember their childhood? Is this an accurate reflection of what their childhood was actually like?

If your OC could revisit their childhood, what would they want to change about it, if anything at all?

Describe three of the most important photographs your OC owns.

What is your OC's gender identity and sexual orientation? Is this also what they identify as in canon, or are they not (fully) aware?

How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they like who they are? What would they want to change about themself?

What is your OC's occupation?

What does your OC's family look like?

Describe a mundane day in your OC's life.

Does your OC have any physical scars? What is the story behind them?

What does your OC carry around in their pockets? What about their bag?

What is the worst thing that has happened to your OC? How has it affected their behavior, their health, and their life in general?

What is something your OC does (to others) that they would not like if others did to them? Are they aware that they do this?

Does your OC hold grudges? How good are they at letting things go? Do they believe in second chances?

What is your OC's fatal flaw?

Is there anyone your OC has lost contact with? What happened?

What are some of your OC's coping mechanisms during stressful or overwhelming periods in their life?

What are your OC's bad habits?

How does your OC handle preparing for and initiating a difficult conversation? How does the conversation itself go?

How quick is your OC to shift blame? Do they own up to their mistakes, or are they prone to start pointing fingers at others?

How does your OC handle criticism?

How good is your OC at apologizing, if they do this at all?

What is your OC like when they're angry?

What is your OC like when they're upset?

What is your OC's deepest desire? Would they ever ask for this?

How quickly does your OC reach their breaking point? What are they like when this point has been reached?

What are some assumptions others make about your OC? Are any of them true?

What does your OC think others are saying about them behind their back? Is any of this true?

What are three traits your OC has that can both have positive as well as negative qualities?

How paranoid is your OC? How does this affect their daily life?

Are there any places or people your OC is avoiding?

How does your OC handle rejection?

How does your OC handle jealousy?

What would be some of the signs your OC is starting to push people away?

If your OC had to kill someone, how would they do it? If killing is a near-daily occurrence to them, what is their preferred method?

Does your OC believe they deserve it when bad things happen to them?

What is the most common feeling or emotion in your OC's life?

What is the most recurring theme in your OC's nightmares?

What is your OC's pain tolerance like? What is the worst pain they have ever felt?

What is your OC afraid of?

Has your OC ever hurt someone, either physically or verbally?

How easily influenced by others is your OC?

What are common things your OC worries about?

Do others consider your OC to be scary or intimidating?

Does your OC keep their promises? Have they ever broken one before?

Does your OC carry any guilt with them?

If your OC had to pick a new identity and skip town, what would they come up with? Where would they go?

What would your OC do if they knew that this was their last day alive?

Does your OC fear death?

How does your OC die, eventually?

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trying to get the drawing energy going again

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So I don't even go here, but Transformers is my fandom-in-law via @terrah-lee and it comes up in conversation quite a bit.

A couple months ago we got on the topic of the animal transformers, and the concept of "what would a jellyfish transformer look like" came up. I, in my creative hubris, thought that sounded like a fun character design challenge, and decided to give it a go. You know, me, the person who has never drawn a single transformer in my life.

Long story short, it took QUITE some time, but I'm pretty happy with how it came out. Now is it a good Transformers design? Fuck if I know. But I like the shapes and colors and am content to leave it at that.

Undeniably bubbly, what began as playing up a playful persona to put people at ease has, somewhere along the line, turned into a game of seeing how dumb she can convince people she is. Behind the mask, she has a sharp sense of observation and a keen mind for chemistry. While she does produce a natural paralytic, she has supplemented her stores with a variety of homemade drugs and poisons.

Concept sketches below the cut.

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Things Pandora knows how to do: hot-wire a car

Things Pandora does NOT know how to do: drive

[theboxofstars-ask]

Lazyyyy but I like it

I told you that Fay is Donald and Della's sister?

[theboxofstars-ask]

—Well, have you had enough of pollen?

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Trying to get the creative juices flowing again by looking back through my old files. Here's a cleaned-up fragment from the same idea as this piece over here.

The thing was – the thing was.  It haunted her.  Just one little question, honestly, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it.  And the thing was - !  It wasn’t even what they were talking about, when he asked, wasn’t even what he meant but –

“Could you do it?”

Could you kill the Shredder?

Splinter meant it philosophically, of course.  Could you kill a man, knowing you planned it; could you kill a man you once loved, for the sake of the people you love now?

She didn’t know about the second part – didn’t really have an equivalent relationship, maybe if she thought about one of her cousins, family, but she’d never been quite as close as he had been to Oroki Saki, never felt that kind of loss.

And as for killing…

She never thought she could, growing up.  One could think it was a weird thing for a kid to consider, but then that person probably never met a teenager.  The point being: she always thought she’d be too anxious, too uselessly panic-y, too weak and spineless, to ever kill a man.

She was twenty-three when she found the answer was very different, when she felt that cold fire grip her and the ruthless, clear-headed realization set in that the other option was losing her kid and that was unacceptable, and in the face of that, it turns out violence was very, very easy.

So, with the vestiges of a similar fear clinging to her, was it so strange that she interpreted his question with a much more practical bent?

Could you do it?

And it wasn’t what he meant, as she stuttered out an answer that mostly amounted to ‘no’, and he quickly steered the conversation in the direction he intended and they moved on, but the thing was –

It stuck with her.

Through late nights agonizing if they'd all make it home, and quiet, heart-wrenching conversations, and every damn time her family came home injured, shaking, something in them on the edge of breaking.  Through every nightmare she held a son through and every injury she bandaged and the quite devastation growing behind Yoshi’s eyes and –

The thing was –

Before she became a mother of four, she was a young nerd.  Two decades ago, she was the one devouring superheroes and fantasy and sci-fi books with reckless abandon, curling up with the few kindred-spirits she could find at school, arguing over who’s stronger and what would happen and could they beat them if.

Could she do it?

Could she kill the Shredder?

And all that theorizing came back to her in a strange, twisted way, lying alone on sleepless nights, a warped line of thought somewhere between reality and unreality.  Because it’s different.  She knows she could kill for them – but it’s different.  What she'd done before was manslaughter, yes, but also self-defense; there’s no denying they were the aggressors.  This was different.  This was premeditated.

This was murder.

And she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

[killyyuri]

Look who’s here again — Tailon! Let’s say he’s been remodeled a bit, and his story too.

Tailon is a TMNT OC, a mutant Harpy Eagle.

Originally, he was a bird living in a wildlife rehabilitation center after being rescued from illegal bird trafficking when he was still very young. Among the caretakers there was a simple Brazilian man — kind, cheerful, and patient. Tailon grew deeply attached to him, seeing him as family… almost like a father.

The man loved and cared for him, and Tailon adored him in return. In fact, he was one of the very few humans the bird trusted, since the last time he had encountered humans before the rescue had been during the trafficking — a time when he had been treated terribly.

One day, the reserve received a very promising funding opportunity: they only needed to participate in an educational presentation at a zoo event in New York. The caretaker agreed to go and brought Tailon along for the trip.

But things didn’t go as planned.

During a moment of chaos in the city, they were accidentally caught in the middle of a violent conflict between a local mafia group and a ninja organization known as the Foot Clan.

In that clash, Tailon’s caretaker was killed by a member of the clan.

And Tailon saw everything.

Desperate and confused, the great bird tried to drag his caretaker away, hoping he might still survive. But it was too late. In a dark and abandoned place, there remained only the lifeless body of the man he loved… and one of the largest birds of prey in the world mourning the loss of his father.

But in that darkness, something unexpected happened.

A lost mutagenic substance exposed the grieving bird, transforming him into something new. His body changed. His mind awakened.

And his fury grew like poison.

Burned into his memory was the symbol of those responsible — a blood-red Foot.

Tailon swore vengeance against every member of that clan. One day, their leader would pay for everything he had lost.

This is just the base concept for his story, and it may change depending on the TMNT universe he appears in.

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more of the masks, cause I think the design is very fun

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Pandora believes in gear, and she shares her interest with her new friend. Now they can talk on a private line, and no one can hear what they're saying! ((and also they're somewhat protected from various poison gasses. very important, if you ask Pandora))

Mind you, post-defection materials for a specially fabricated, finely wired mask like she had with the Foot is... hard to come by. She ends up having to downgrade a bit.

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I was digging through my files and I found some unused dialogue I cut that would have followed this comic because I couldn't get it to work/for brevity/too exposition-y/ I don't think Leo would ever explain things this clearly he's not Benoit Blanc/ect ect

...I still think it's fun, though, so presented without ceremony:

L: so how did he figure it out - when no one ever has, apparently - you may be asking?

D: no one's -

M: Shhhhh.

L: POINT THE FIRST - this note I found on the floor.

L: A very specific command in place - with notes looking for ways around it. One of which worked! After all, she left that security key right out in the open - and you knew I stole it. You guessed I would steal it. Because I'm -

L/P: too clever for my/your own food.

L: POINT THE SECOND! This is not the first time she's brought up the exact verbage of her rules - or given us hints on working around it. But why go to all the trouble of dancing around it, instead of just ignoring the order?

L: Well that brings me to point the THIRD! WHAT! Is the very first thing I noticed about her when we met?

P: that I was the only human surrounded by yokai in a world that was supposed to be secret?

L: ......no.

L: It was the BLING. Pop quiz! How many stars are in her super ugly necklace?

M: Uhhhhh/R: .....twooooo?/D: No, it's there.

L:Ta-da!

R: Ha!

D: What - no, I impressed that image into my mind as the lynchpin for my eternal grudge.

L: Well, technically, you're both right.

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playing cards

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So sick of dog motif what about cat motif.

I love you but we don't love the same. I can't be near you when you want me to be. Your love is smothering and your need to keep me safe is trapping me. I'm my own person but I don't know how to show you that. I lash out and hurt you even though I don't mean to. I need you to move slowly around me or I'll bolt. I love you, even though I don't say it. If you stay still I'll sit next to you, and even though we don't understand each other we can be together like that.

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@aspengrown this is the rawest possible addition to this post thank you

[mylordshesacactus]

and also:

cat love as in I am small and scared and all of my instincts and my experience and your vast power say you're a threat but I am choosing to trust in your kindness despite my fear. you could kill me with one hand but I know you won't.

cat love as in I can tell you are upset and I don't understand why so I will sit stiffly beside you and awkwardly provide the only reassurance I know how to give. I am uncomfortable with every single moment of this but it is what you would do for me.

cat love as in I am small and powerless but I will curl up back to back with you and stand guard while you sleep and I will mean it with every fiber of my being.

my cat Nepenthe was a former stray behavior case at risk of euthanasia because she kept mauling potential adopters. on her second week in my apartment--having already attacked me multiple times without provocation, I will add, I wasn't special, she needed genuine help--she slinked out of the bedroom yowling at me. when I went to check on her she kept walking back and forth until I followed her, where she insistently paced between my feet and her hidey-hole in the back of my dresser, increasingly distressed. about three seconds after she gave up and hid, an absolutely torrential rain front hit. she didn't understand yet that we couldn't get wet inside. she'd been trying to warn me.

she didn't know me yet, but she knew I hadn't yelled at her when she hurt me. she knew I hadn't tried to hurt her back. she didn't understand why she was attacking me; those episodes probably scared her more than me. she knew I "shared" food with her, and that I asked before touching her. and she went out of her way to bring me into her safe space, to protect her friend.

cat love as stiff hesitant uncertain acts of service that are devastating in their sincerity, as well.

[naamahdarling]

I'm sorry, I had a response to add on, but now I'm crying over your cat. Oh my god.

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

cat love as stiff hesitant uncertain acts of service that are devastating in their sincerity, as well.

He had the awkward tenderness of someone who has never been loved and is forced to improvise.

Isabel Allende, from The House of The Spirits

[rottenwhimsy]

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Yes and also, cat love as in:

I am an independant being. I will not be at your beck and call. I will go where I please, take an interest in what I please, play and sleep when I please. But sometimes it will please me to follow you. Sometimes it will please me to take an interest in what you are doing. Sometimes it will please me to play with you and sleep alongside you. My ears will catch your voice like a satellite dish. I will know your every name for me. My eyes will wink to show that I trust you. I will sit close by you with my back turned, each of us in our own world together. I may seem inscrutable to one who is unfamiliar with my ways, but you will know when I am happy and enjoying your affection. When it pleases me to show you affection you will know that too. I will leave my marks on you and take your marks on me so that the world knows we belong together. Our flesh and blood and minds will always be different but we are one tribe.

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ROTTMNT Moon.

Moon, our dear fifth brother, the oldest of the four and Draxum’s failed experiment.

His Hamato Ninpo: Crescent Moon.

Blades of pure white mystic energy that wrap around his arms in the shape of a moon, allowing him to slash with them and release long-range cutting waves.

He can also reshape the blades into other phases of the moon, transforming offensive weapons into shields for his defense.

I think it’s no coincidence that his name is Moon =￣ω￣=

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IM LAUGHING SO BAD

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