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onebizarrekai · 3 years

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v3′s art is comically terrible for a professionally distributed game in a series: a compilation

in this not-essay I will list all of the mistakes and problems I have spotted in v3′s art. don’t worry, it’s entirely for fun and I’m doing this on a whim, so please feel free to not take this seriously but also it’s hilarious and embarrassing how ridiculous this is like what happened did they speedrun the whole production or what

see, there are some things you can take as meta like “they made it bad on purpose to allude to the downfall of tv shows that have been on air for much too long” but I have a very strong feeling this is not the case due to the nature of some of these errors

disclaimer, the more I study this art, the more I fear that the artists were underpaid and underslept, so if this is in fact the case, I am so sorry to all of them but also I’m going to make fun of the art anyway

anyway let’s get started!

if you study this image for longer than 5 seconds, you will see that kaede is the only one fully shaded and keebo is literally just his normal sprite pasted into the image. every other character is just an ordinary ref, hence most of them facing the exact same direction with neutral expressions on their faces. it looks like a bad edit, and is probably one of the worst pieces of art in the game. it kind of gets better from here on, but my roasting will not.

with that out of the way, here’s the problem that officially bothers me the most and clarifies my viewpoint of “this is not meta and an actual lack of company communication”

this freaking cg, which seems normal at a glance, but some wiseass was like “oh, kaede is a girl, so obviously she’s going to be shorter than the Male Protagonist™” ah, that’s funny. because if you look at the character bios, kaede is, in fact, one inch taller than shuichi and not like 6 inches shorter as she is shown here.

also shuichi’s shoulder is disproportionate and horrendous and he looks vaguely like a jojo character, but I wasn’t even thinking about that until right now.

thanks guys, 50% of the fandom who has never bothered to check these bios thinks that kaede is like 5′3 (did the developers really put so little thought into her to the point where drawing her correctly in the game didn’t even matter??)

also I would like to point out that, even though this isn’t related to the art itself, yes, a character kaede’s size being only 117 lbs is unfeasible, but this applies to literally every character in danganronpa ever and it’s not new news that it’s unrealistic

update: someone in the tags informed me that in versions of the game that use centimeters, like the japanese version, kaede is actually shorter than shuichi, which just adds another thing to the list of weird decisions the localization team made for no reason. that said, after confirming this, kaede is 167 cm in the original, while shuichi is 171 cm, which are approximately 5′6 and 5′7 respectively, but one inch is still nowhere near as drastic as it is depicted above. (in spite of this, I would rather depict kaede as slightly taller, so I’m probably going to keep doing that.)

the journey continues!

bro if you want kaede to have shoulder length hair then stick to it to begin with

you can pretend this is at an angle all you want but they definitely committed the shorter kaede sin a second time

wait a goddamn second.

DO YOU SEE THIS

no………… it wasn’t kaede who shrank. it was shuichi who got taller

speaking of which, can we talk about how shady the perspective is in this elevator pic? look at shuichi and kokichi in comparison to kaede. kokichi, who is canonically 7 inches (edit: or 5, if you’re loyal to the original) shorter than kaede, looks taller than kaede. he’s growing too. what steroids are these gays taking

running into the room, electric boogaloo: I don’t think tsumugi is supposed to be the same height as kokichi

gonta… gonta you’re lookin a bit like a jojo character there

I love how kaito’s head looks kind of like it was pasted onto his body. why is he the same size as shuichi? shouldn’t he be high school bully size or something? his torso is teensy

ah yes, white angie.

I love this cg but why is shuichi’s right hand so much bigger than his left hand

I also love how this cg looks like they literally took pictures of trees and pasted them into the background, especially on the left. the shadows are so weird, especially closer to the ceiling, it’s difficult for me to believe they didn’t do exactly that.

return of Enlarged shuichi

puberty update: kokichi is now taller than shuichi in spite of shuichi never missing leg day. what crimes will he commit

I have to mention it, guys. this has to be one of the worst danganronpa cgs. kokichi’s facial proportions look atrocious. look at the way his face sticks out like his jaw is in the wrong place. his scarf is a pasted texture. that’s it. this moment was so iconic but the cg just looks so… so… off. like something is terribly wrong, but you can’t put your finger on it.

you know what? let’s get into that ‘pasted texture’ thing.

let’s imagine you’re an artist working on a professional game. you’re assigned to draw cgs of kokichi ouma, who has a checkered scarf from hell. sure, it will be terrible to draw, but you only have to draw it once at a time! plus, perspective is pretty important, right? can you be bothered? nah, actually. let’s just copy paste a checkered pattern into the cg, because I’m sure nobody will notice. it’ll blend right in with the other cgs that someone actually put effort into drawing his scarf in, right?

no. the answer is no and I very much noticed. this genuinely looks terrible and I would understand taking a shortcut like that in fanart or even an indie game but this is a full price pc and console distributed game

(an addition: look at kokichi’s TINY HANDS in that last one)

meanwhile, they straight up forgot to color in kokichi’s scarf in this cg.

dude. I forgot about whatever the hell this cg was. anyway look at keebo please just look at him

lovin kaito’s baby arms

real talk, maybe you could argue that he’s missing muscle because he’s deathly sick, but most of his cgs don’t line up with this, and his arms just look disproportionate to his torso size (granted this is a consistent problem across all danganronpa games and a lot of characters have this weird problem, like hajime, but also kaito is bigger than hajime so I kind of have higher expectations of him) maybe it’s his stupid goatee and the way he reminds me of yasuhiro?? it creates this illusion that he’s older than he is and so I keep expecting him to look more like an adult

oh, also rantaro is missing some of his accessories in that video he made–you know the one–but I don’t wanna go back and screenshot it

also you may have noticed that I’m skipping all of the monokub cgs because I literally do not care about them and I’m not even bothering to check and see if they have artistic mistakes in them

JIMMY NEUTRON???

hey um uh kaito you seem to be missing your neck

hey guys do you like my pregame fanart

so, that done, the sprites are also pretty terrible at times. they’re not as interesting to go through, however, and downloading the full sprite sets for every character and studying every single one of them will drive me insane, so I’ll just sum some of the ones I noticed up. I made things for kaede and shuichi before deciding I wasn’t going to get into it, so here are these.

that said, other mistakes include kokichi missing his purple highlights in all of the sprites encompassing a specific pose, stray pixels all over the place on everyone, and everyone also has heavily inconsistent shading, but literally all I think about is how pregame shuichi is unshaded and two of kaede’s pregame sprites have glaring outfit change mistakes in them

anyway, thank you for taking the time to read my ridiculous ramble. in all seriousness, there’s this looming presence of some lack of communication in the development team, like with all the art and design inconsistencies, pieces and sprites that look rushed, stray pixels, and missing basic proportional stuff. these are the kinds of things that you supposedly have to pretty much have in the bag in order to get jobs in professional businesses, so it’s really weird to me that this game suffers from so many of these problems. it’s like they tried to make the art so much more crisp than the other games, but it fell on its face as they realized it was going to take longer to draw everything and they started to rush. it’s weird, because the coloring itself looks normal–it’s just sloppily drawn, and the proportions are a mess once put into the context of perspective. many of the cgs look like they were drawn by different people, and I’m still not over the fact that half of kokichi’s cgs have his scarf pasted in as a texture.

the moral of the story is that if you’re selling a game at full price that also happens to be in a series that has had 3 very good games in it already the stakes should probably be higher than this. v3 has been out for more than 3 years and it’s still $40 (did it cost more than that before? I sure hope not), and the overarching quality of the game is just not as high as the other games. I’m not saying that the other games don’t have any problems with their art at all, they’re just not as glaringly obvious and every artistic choice in those games feels intentional.

regardless, I had a blast roasting the art at 2am, so maybe you got a kick out of all this chaos.

#god I keep telling myself I'm gonna stop rambling about v3 #v3 spoilers #drv3 spoilers #ndrv3 #random stuff #but making this… it sounded so fun #danganronpa

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gaytwihard · 4 years

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Twilight 2.0 - The Gay Version: 2

Ch. 2: First Day

To say I had a very rude awakening the next morning was an understatement. After an entire summer of no alarm clocks, I forgot how annoying they are. It doesn’t help that I got little to no sleep overnight. I never knew how loud rain can be, especially at night when everything else is quiet.

Sighing I force myself out of the warmth of my blankets and into the bathroom to shower. Once I’m done I have to face my dilemma of finding something to wear to school. Being not only the start of the year but also the new kid in town, I can’t exactly go in sweats my first day. I decide to throw on some black jeans and a long sleeved purple shirt, throwing my grey jacket over top. I put my hair in a quick french braid, cliche yes I know but I was no in the mood to try that hard, and head downstairs.

Charlie is already sitting at the kitchen table when I arrive, eating the rest of what seems like eggs and toast, while reading the newspaper. Silently I make myself a bowl of cereal and sit down across from Charlie. The kitchen is quite as we both finish our respective breakfasts. It’s not an awkward silence, just the pleasant kind that comes from a lack of need to say anything. Halfway through my cereal, Charlie puts down the paper and breaks the peaceful silence.

“Do you think you can find the school alright?”

What I want to tell him is of course I’ll find the school alright. It’s the only one in town and is right off of the highway. You’d have to be blind to miss the school.

What I actually say is:

“Ya I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Ok,” Charlie says, picking up his dirty dishes and putting them into the sink, “have fun at school then kiddo. I’ll see you when I get home from work.”

“Sure thing dad”

With that Charlie grabs his keys and leaves the house. As I hear the cruiser start in the driveway I push my cereal away, suddenly no longer hungry. Sighing I decide that going to school early wasn’t a bad idea. With this thought in mind I throw away the cereal and quickly finish getting ready for school.

Hopping into my truck I start the engine, which is louder than I expect, and begin my journey to Forks High. When I arrive I can’t help but notice how different from my old school it is. There’s no metal detectors, no security guards keeping watch, no irrational fear that you’re doing something wrong. It honestly looks more like a school from a movie or book than an actual school. I guess living in a small town does have a few perks. Very few but still.

Pulling into a parking spot I cut my engine and glance at the clock on my phone. 7:15 am. I still had 45 minutes before class started and less before the other students start showing up. Sheesh, I knew I would be early but didn’t think it would be this early. At this point I could either wait in my car for a few minutes or just go inside the office extremely early. After a moment I decide to just bite the bullet and start heading into the office. Entering the office, I immediately noticed a woman sitting behind one of the three desks. I glance at the plaque on the top of the desk before I move further into the office. Ms. Cope: Secretary, bingo. Walking over I stand near her deck and wait for her to notice me. Didn’t want to be rude as she might be doing something important. After a minute of silence I let out a small cough.

Startled, she looked up at me. “Sorry about that dear, I didn't hear you come inside,” she says. Looking at the time she continues, “You’re here a bit early, even for the first day of classes. Anyway, how can I help you, dear?”

“I’m Elliot Brooks,” I tell her. Recognition flashes in her eyes and I can tell the day is going to be long. Of course she knows who I am. I’ve probably been the topic of discussion around here for a while. Charlie’s long lost son, come home permanently at last.

“That explains it,” she says with a light chuckle. After digging through some files she pulls out two different papers and hands them to me. “Here you are dear, your class schedule and a map of the school.”

Setting them down she takes out some highlighters and writes down the route to each different class. After that she hands the papers to me along with an orange slip. She explains that because I have never been to this school before and registered so late, the slip is to ensure I am in the correct class and that the teachers have updated their class chart. I thanked her and walked out of the office and headed back to my truck.

As I walk back I noticed that the parking lot has filled up a bit more. I got a bit of relief, that I didn't even know I needed, when I noticed that most cars in the lot were around the same condition as my truck. The newest car is the Volvo parked as far away as possible from the other cars. Pulling the hood of my jacket up, not wanting to be spotted just yet, I quickly clear the distance left between me and my truck and hop back inside. Grateful to be out of the wet and cold, I begin to look over the schedule and map. No need to draw more attention to myself by having a map in my face all day long. It doesn’t help that the school isn’t completely connected. Whoever decided that a high school should just be a group of small buildings grouped together was insane. A college yes but a high school? Insane. At least my schedule is pretty straightforward.

English, building 3

Trigonometry, building 5

Government, building 6

Spanish, building 7

Lunch

Biology II, building 2

Gym

I glance at the time again, 7:47. Quickly I stuff everything in my backpack and leave my truck. Before I start heading towards the English building I take a deep breath to calm my sudden nerves. Just two years, I tell myself, I can do this. It’s not like anyone is going to bite me. Exhaling I pull my hood up again and start walking to class.

Building 3 wasn’t very hard to find. Not with a giant number 3 on top anyway. Once I get to the building I follow behind two people in raincoats. As we pass the threshold of the door, they stop and put their coats on the coat hooks along the wall. I go to follow their example but stop short when I make eye contact with a black haired boy.

“Aren't you Elliot Brooks, Chief Swan’s kid?”

Suddenly deciding that I would be more comfortable with the coat I reply a short yes. The reply is barely out of my mouth when all of the students in the area turn to face us. Blushing I quickly turn and go up to the teacher, Mr. Mason, and have him sign the slip from the office. Lucky for me he has a bit of sympathy and puts me in the empty desk at the back of the room. Even though it makes it harder to gawk at me my new classmates somehow find a way. The class proceeds like most do on the first day of the school year. We go over the rules, requirements, and assignments for the year. Mr. Mason hands out a short syllabus along with a reading list for the class. Glancing through it I realize it is mostly classic literature, a plus for me as I own many of the books listed. I haven’t read all of them yet, so this is a good opportunity to do so. Before I know it the bell is ringing and everyone starts to pack up and leave. As I get my stuff together, the black haired boy from earlier comes to stand in front of my desk.

“Sorry I didn’t really get to introduce myself earlier, I'm Eric Yorkie” the boy, Eric, says as he sticks a hand out to me.

“Hello,” I say as I shake his hand and walk around my desk, meeting him on the other side. We both start walking towards the door when Eric continues the conversation.

“So what class do you have next?”

I have to rack my brain for a moment before I answer “trigonometry with Varner, building 5.”

As soon as we enter the hallway all eyes turn on us. Everyone wants to get a look at the new kid, yay. I keep walking forward, trying and failing, to not meet people's eyes. It's a hard thing to do when literally EVERYONE is looking right at you.

“If you’d like,” Eric says unbothered by all of the staring, “I can take you there.”

“That would be great.”

Eric seems like one of those people who are too eager to help. And a bit to cheerful. At least he’s nice. I would rather meet a nice and overly helpful person on the first day rather than someone who is rude.

As the two of us head out of the building we’re forced to put the hoods of our jackets up. Mother nature decided to rear her ugly head and bestow rain upon Forks. I can’t help the noise of announce that I let out, prompting Eric to start up another conversation.

“I bet this is a lot different from Phoenix isn’t it? I heard it doesn’t rain much.”

“No it doesn’t, maybe a few times a year? I don’t know the exact amount but it’s mostly sunny all year.” I say.

“Man it must have been nice living in a place like that,” Eric says with a wishful look on his face.

“Ya it was. For a while anyway.”

“What do you mean?” Eric asks as we stop near building 5.

I don’t give him an answer. I can’t, not without outing myself and I refuse to do that again. Instead I just mutter a quick nothing and dash into the building. It was it bit rude I’ll admit but it was better than the alternative option. Tell him the truth and get hated on my first day? I may not like how nosy people are now but I’ll take it over being hated.

Finding the classroom wasn’t hard to do. The class itself, on the other hand, was an abomination to humankind. After signing my slip, Varner quickly gets on my bad side. Not only did he teach a subject I hate, but he made me introduce myself to the class. Being on the spot like that made me embarrass myself, stuttering over myself and almost tripping when going to my seat. On the bright side he made the others introduce themselves as well, even though they all knew each other. The rest of the classes all went the same way. Introduction of the class topic and going over rules and requirements. Basic first day stuff. Before long I started to recognize many of the people in my classes. Some of them introduced themselves, although for many I forgot their names almost immediately, and asked if I liked Forks. I lied and said I was enjoying it.

Before long the bell rings for lunch. This one girl who sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, asks if I want to join her and her friends for lunch. As I have no better options I agree. It’s better than sitting alone, trust me I’ve done enough of that. As we walk to the lunch room I try to remember her name, continuously coming up short. We soon get lunch and head to her table of friends that she soon introduces me to. Even though the school is small, I don’t recognize anyone but the boy from English, Eric. We all soon start making small talk, mostly about me. They have plenty of questions to ask me: why did I come to Forks, why is my hair so long for a guy, what do I miss most from Phoenix. As I try to answer the question as vague as possible I glance around to the rest of the cafeteria. That's when I see them.

Sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away as possible from the rest of the students, are five of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. They consist of two girls and three guys. I can’t help but stare at them, taking in as many details as possible before my staring is noticed.

One girl, a blond with wavy hair, is the epitome of what most guys dream about. She has a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of magazines. Just looking at her could make even the most confident person’s self esteem drop. The other one, a short pixie-like girl, has deep black hair cropped short and pointing in every direction.

The three boys are all different as well. The big one has muscles that look like the size of my face, with dark, curly hair. Another is taller and leaner with honey blond hair, almost the same shade as the girl. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He seems more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college rather than high school. If I had to choose, he would be my favorite.

Other than the two blonds none of them looked related and yet they all seemed alike in a way. Every one of them is a chalky pale color. They all have very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones, with dark bruise like shadows under their eyes. All of their features were without a single blemish, no pimple or mole or freckle to be seen. All of them look perfect, almost inhumanly perfect.

After taking in their beauty I take in the rest of the scene. None of them were speaking or even looking at each other. It honestly seems like they aren’t staring at anything, zoned out in a way. They weren’t eating like the rest of us either, although they each have a tray of food in front of them. Every single one untouched. As I watch, the small girl rose with her tray — unopened soda, unbitten apple — and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged to a professional ballerina. I watch her, amazed at the dance, until she dumps her tray and glides through the cafeteria door. She moved faster than I would have thought possible. My eyes dart back to the others at my table.

"Who are they ?" I ask the girl from my Spanish class, whose name I still don’t remember.

As she looks up to see who I meant, the bronze-haired one suddenly looks over. He stares at the girl for just a fraction of a second, and then his dark eyes flicker to mine. He looks away quickly, but even in that brief glance, I could tell his face held nothing of interest. It’s if she had called his name, and he'd looked up in involuntary response, already having decided not to answer. My neighbor giggles in embarrassment before answering my question.

“Those are the Cullens.”

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unfocused-overwriter · 6 years

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OC Questions tag: Diego

About a millennium ago, I got tagged by @desperatlytryingtowriteabook on this tag game: I’m going to develop Diego for you people.

1) What was the first element of your OC that you remember considering (name, appearance, backstory, etc.)?

I’m pretty sure it was his name! It’s the name of an old abandoned OC. All the rest was changed in development.

2) Did you design them with any other characters/OCs from their universe in mind?

He was based on another OC, who looked pretty different. Then I found a faceclaim who was weirdly fitting and I turned his whole design around. Maybe I’ll post drawings I made of that WIP one day.

3) How did you choose their name?

As said twice already, he’s based off an old OC whose origins I honestly forgot. However, I know I changed his family name when I realized it was the family name of someone I knew IRL. I took similar sounds and made sure it didn’t mean anything weird in his mother tongue (Portuguese). I went through “chair”, “wallet” and “kitten” before I found something decent.

4) In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts?

He faced some pretty heavy bullying a couple years back, because he’s a nerdy gay loner who used to have a funny foreign accent; also kids are terrible. It led him to a real bad mental place. He fought his way out of it and came out stronger, but it definitely made him more emotionally distant and closed up on himself.

5) Is there any significance behind their hair color?

Black/super duper dark brown. No, not really.

6) Is there any significance behind their eye color?

Hazel. To go the realistic road (brown people generally have brown eyes, duh) but still give it a little kick.

7) Is there any significance behind their height?

181cm/5′11. I wanted him to officially be among the Talls™, to highlight his lanky build. I know for Americans the milestone would be 6ft, but to us normal people with a logical system, the milestone is 180cm.

8) Did you know what the OC’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation?

I did: he’s very gay and lovin’ it.

9) What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story?

He’s an introvert, does enjoy hanging out with friends but hates partaaays, crazy about pets, snark is a first language, lots of weird humor when you get to know him, mild crush on Orlando Bloom.

10) Are they based off of you, in some way?

He’s not, but I noticed we have quite some stuff in common (as said above). We even have the same MBTI personality. If he’s based off of me, it’s subconscious.

11) What have you found to be most difficult about creating art for your OC (any form of art: writing, drawing, edits, etc.)?

He’s a guy. I’m just so much more used of writing from female POV (because I’m a girl myself) and drawing female bodies (because I can be my own model). I did get better at drawing but I’m still a little insecure that his written POV is too far from the way a guy would think.

12) How far past the canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story, if at all?

I know basically all of his backstory since his parents met; as for what happens after the canon, I have several (contradicting) ideas until he’s like... 30? I guess? He’s 17 now. Not that it matters.

13) If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

Snarky af, all the time; but not too mean because he’s still a kind person.

14) What is something about your OC that can make you laugh?

His snark, and his oversharing outbursts when he gets really nervous.

15) What is something about your OC that can make you cry?

His backstory. That kid has been through two major trauma conga lines, seriously, why am I so cruel to him.

16) Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

Not really, or they wouldn’t be in the story? The only things I dislike are those I struggle to stuff into a coherent outline.

17) What is the most recent thing you’ve discovered about your OC?

He’s very scared of moving apart from the friends he does have.

18) What is your favorite fact about your OC?

He’s just so full of feelings about everything but every time he feels something he’s like “nah, not now” and that’s it. Of course it’s gonna blow up in his face but it’s just... funny to me.

Now I can tag some people! If you want to do it: @theprissythumbelina, @kazrah-writes and @scribble-dee-vee

#There is no map #tag games

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askmyboys · 4 years

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Asmodeus and Jimmy

First n foremost, I nEED to update this blog more often than I do ugh- but here’s two babs I made based off of sims and there is a trigger warning down there somewhere highlighted in HUGE bold text before it goes any further so please keep it in mind

| Names: Asmodeus Kosmos and Jimmy Vulcan

| Nicknames: Asmo/Kos and Jim/Vul (sometimes Jimmy likes to mess with Asmodeus and calls him momo)

| Genders: Trans FTM

| Sexualities: Asmo is gay while Jimmy is Pan

| Ages: Unknown

| Heights: Asmodeus is 7'5" while Jimmy is 5'3"

| Species/Race: Asmodeus is a demon and Jimmy is a human

| Skin Colors/Body Types: Asmodeus's skin is red and he's pretty muscular and Jimmy is fairly pale and much more chubby

| Eye Colors/Hair Colors: Asmodeus's eyes are pitch black and his hair is also black (hairstyle is: Greaser Style) and Jimmy’s eyes are a Baby Blue color (his hairstyle is really just a Manbun)

| Appearances: Asmodeus wears a Red and Black flannel with a simple black t-shirt underneath, he also wears black ripped jeans and some black multi buckle punk boots, he also has a black collar with some spikes on it he wears as well, and finally he wears some gauges. He has large pointy ears, razor sharp bear trap teeth, and a few scars here and there but nothing too severe it seems, he also has large black claws and some large black devil-esque horns and a black devil style tail (he doesn’t bother disguising himself bc he literally just does not care in the slightest, if he didn’t like the looks of his punk esque clothing he’d even keep his hooves n fur to look even more inhuman)

Jimmy wears a black and white striped suit (the white stripes are v e r y thin) with matching pants as well and some black business shoes, he also has glasses as well not for the look just bc he literally needs them to properly see anything, his outfit isn’t too spectacular or out of the ordinary but he does have a few strange scars on himself and his wrist (before conclusions are jumped too, no, it was not an intended self harm scar, he did do it for an ENTIRELY different reason and you’ll see why soon) (oh and I almost forgot like a dumbass, Asmo is Trans thanks to his demon magic- he gave himself the body he wanted and Jimmy of course being a human, this was before he even got to meet Asmo anyways got the surgeries/took the T and all he needed and wanted ya know?)

Oh yeah and btw they both have short boxed beards.

| Personalities: Asmodeus isn’t the most… friendly neither to demons nor humans, in fact, he’s actually a cannibal- he’ll eat his own kind but he’ll also eat humans as well, he’s VERY mischievous and loves to cause trouble and pull pranks and terrify people, he’s always hated his own kind and humans both however… There IS one human he actually likes to be around and stick with, which of course at first it wasn’t that way but I’ll explain that in a bit, he’s pretty cold n cruel towards others, he’s often hungry so he feeds himself quite a lot much to a certain human’s dismay bc he’d really rather things lay low n such but lmao that’s not gonna happen fuck that, Asmo does p much what he wants WHEN he wants to and there ain’t a damn thing anybody can do about it- he truly is p much a rebel.

Onto Jimmy… Jimmy is much more kindhearted and sweeter, he’s not exactly the best with people due to a lot of anxiety and social anxiety so usually he doesn’t hang out in large gatherings and such as that, he usually spends a lot of time in his own room playing some games in his free time but usually he’s writing and working on multiple stories, now if it wasn’t obvious enough as it was, Jimmy is the human I was referring to earlier, him and Asmo live together and I’ll explain why in the side facts but for now, Jimmy’s goal is to one day became a famous author even tho he knows dealing with people and crowds will be tricky, he knows it’d be worth it in the end for sure… Absolutely LOVES animals of any kind, dogs, cats, rats, hamsters, etc you name an animal and he loves them so much he’s too scared however of Asmo eating said animals to bring one into the house unfortunately.

Jimmy loves reading as well, he’s an absolute bookworm and I’m not saying this bc he’s a writer or reads or shit like that but he genuinely is a geek, he’s a complete dork but we love him anyway I’m sure after all… Havin’ a problem with Jimmy is a death sentence with Asmodeus around.

(tl;dr: Asmo is cruel, cold, evil essentially and also a cannibal he’ll eat his own demon kind and he’ll even eat human kind, he’s VERY gluttonous so it’s hard to fill him up most of the time he can just never be satisfied, he does care about one and ONLY one human and that of course is Jimmy obviously, nobody touches or bothers Jimmy with Asmo around, he hates other humans and demons alike however, loves causing mischief and mayhem, pulling pranks, and scaring the hell out of people, always hated his own kind

Jimmy however is much more friendlier, kinder and a sweetheart, however his anxieties both social and regular anxiety gets in his way a lot so he can’t handle people and a LOT of situations tbh, he LOVES writing and hopes to one day become a famous author even if he has to deal with people he knows its worth it, loves to read as well, he’s a geek/dork and lovable as ever, 100% LOVE. FOR. ANIMALS. You let this man see a fucking puppy or hell even a baby rat and he will break down in tears bc its so damn cute, he’ll cry even worse if you let him hold a puppy or somethin like that)

| Side Facts: This is gon be a long one now… so woo boy… Jimmy despite sounding like an average normal human being p much, he’s had a very dark secret… Jimmy was actually supposed to be a cult leader at some point, however for reasons unknown that little thing didn’t work out which he is actually relatively relieved of bc truth be told he wanted no part of a cult in the slightest, that didn’t stop him from being curious about demons and such as that however… There was one demon in particular he had heard them mention quite often and it’s yep, you guessed it! Asmodeus Kosmos… His curiosity had admittedly gotten the better of him so he did some research and…

(Trigger Warning!!! For blood, ritual esque themes, demon summoning of course annnnd p much him cutting his wrist for said ritual so if that bothers you please don’t read any further into it)

Jimmy grabbed the supplies he needed, it was pretty basic stuff such as candles, drawing an upside down pentagram, etc- he then grabbed his knife and slit his wrist, letting his blood flow out into a chalice p much and at first he thought this was the worst decision he ever made and besides nothing even happened so now he’s going to have a scar on his wrist and have to deal with lots of blood but before he could even move to go grab a towel, lo and behold… There was a bright red light and then out popped Asmodeus from the pentagram who immediately grabbed the chalice and rather greedily began slurping up the blood inside, after finishing his little… drink… He looked over at Jimmy who was honestly very mortified right about now and p much grinned at him like “Yooo! What did a lil fella like yourself summon a demon like ME for?” Asmo was definitely… shocked like… really? THIS is what summons him? Jimmy looked like any ol regular human! Nothin special! Just another snack!

And that was when Jimmy realized… He didn’t actually know why he summoned this demon, he had no reason other than curiosity and then an even worse realization of this demon is going to be absolutely. Fucking. P i s s e d. He was lowkey freaking out, before he could even think of the proper response, he just blurted out “Uhh… C-Curiosity…?” which made Asmo’s expression drop a lil, it was more so one of confusion than anger “...Ya know, normal demons woulda been pissed but lemme tell ya somethin’ I ain’t no normal demon and I gotta admit… Outta all the human blood I’ve had, yours by far has been the fuckin’ b e s t tastin’ blood e v e r! Dunno what’cha did bud but ya definitely did somethin’ right! Well, for me at least, for you uh well not so much” Asmo definitely made ill intentions clear to Jimmy by flashing some sharp teeth (this is turning into an actual story now shit uh just roll with it and for fucks sake why can I write better when im not even trying to do an actual story?!)

Asmo of course barely gave him any time before walking over and casually grabbing his wrist, he licked the wound clean much to Jimmy’s dismay… Could demon saliva cause an infection? He didn’t exactly want to find out but it was too late now, Asmo didn’t notice the terror humans usually had for him so maybe this guy didn’t read the fine print or somethin’... “Uhh ya do realize like, I’m gonna eat’cha now right? Did you even, like, r e a d the smaller text in the books? Or did they cut that part out just hopin’ some poor soul would get devoured?” before Asmo could take a chunk out of Jimmy he quickly began to speak “Wait! I’ll… I’ll make a deal with you!” Asmo being the lil trickster that he was couldn’t r e s i s t… “Ooh… What kinda deal we talkin’ ‘ere pipsqueak?” Jimmy didn’t even know what he was saying, he just blurted the next few parts “What if I like… Help you? With, uh, the eating thing?” Asmo of course couldn’t believe his ears, he deadpanned “Ya serious? Ya gonna help me, get other humans who are basically gonna become my meal? JUST to protect yourself?” and there was a pause but before Jimmy could rephrase his question it was too late, Asmodeus grabbed his hand and shook it “You my friend have got yaself a dealio! I’ll spare ya, but uh, I expect a meal v e r y soon~” of course, now Jimmy was completely fucked… Now he had to keep this demon fed because a deal was made and he couldn’t break it or else he’d be the one eaten… And of course not to mention breaking a deal with a literal demon is not the best thing to do in any universe…

Over time of course though… Jimmy had actually begun to bond with Asmodeus, despite all the people he devoured over time… Other than his harsh exterior, rude behavior and pranks n scaring others n stuff… Asmodeus has become much nicer and kinder to him… And even opened up more to him, he knows he can’t change Asmodeus’ ways and get him to stop eating others unfortunately but… After all the time these two have spent together, all the chatting, and even all the flirting (mostly Asmo has done that to Jimmy) they have not only become best friends with each other but in fact, maybe there’s something… More going on there. Aka their dating by now, they actually love one another very much and now? Asmo could never e v e r even dream of eating Jimmy, he’s… actually even scared if he grows too hungry around Jimmy he could accidentally hurt the human… And he’d never want that now, he’d rather himself be locked away and chained up than hurt Jimmy and truth be told… Jimmy is the only being that’s ever been actually nice and kind to Asmo, even after basically threatening him at the start and kinda tormenting him with his pranks, his teasing, and scaring he was still so nice and warm towards him… He was also rather pleased to find out that not only was Jimmy not straight but also ayyy Trans Buddies!!!

#new ocs #my ocs #Asmodeus Kosmos #Jimmy Vulcan #demon oc #human oc #trans ocs #lgbt ocs #trans and gay demon and of course trans and pan human bc fck you i do what i want #these were originally sims #but then I decided I want more babs and so voila here we are #tw: rituals #tw blood #tw cutting mentions #tw cannibalism implications

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delcat177 · 7 years

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I was talking about Chrono Trigger with @snorasaurus and realized @qglas probably had residual memories of watching me play the game. I decided it was time for a character panel to put those memories to the test. Megan agreed. I also decided to add a bonus round (expect previous bonus rounds to be filled in later).

This being the only game out of the panels so far that Megan had decent exposure to, this was one of her better rounds. Kiiiind of. Highlights and scoring after cut.

GENERAL: “I had trouble with the format so the sizes are pretty messed up.” “She (Lucca) isn’t a small child?” “No and you have to promise me you’re not just gonna do an I Am Amelie goof” “But she is!” “PROMISE”

CRONO/CHRONO: Adjusting for name slot constraints, she nailed the name and the creator straight off. Actually, the only technical point I could take off here is the nature of who controls time and how. So I’m doing that. 9/10.

After Crono, I hinted that everyone had an element. This was a mistake.

MAGUS: Megan: (starts cracking up uncontrollably as soon as she opens the template and can’t stop) Me: If it helps he probably gets that a lot

I can’t argue with any of this, especially since I had a crush on Magus back then nearly as big as my crush on Prince Sidon now. Actually, given that some game that totally didn’t exist showed us Vincent’s dad and his name was Grimoire and he was between the sheets with Lucrecia and.....look, I WANT THIS NOW. 12/10. Please Squeenix fix things.

ROBO: Me: (encouraging) You’re really close...what is he? Megan: A robot? Me: Yes, do you remember? Megan: ...is his name just Mr. Roboto? Me: God this is the ONE NAME YOU HAVE A CHANCE ON

Me: Yes, he’s nervous. Megan: (writes “a real Del type”) Me: HEY

Starting to get out in the weeds here, although we will go further, eventually dropping straight into the ocean. Still, there’s credit to be given for two really good names for Robo I’ll probably use on my next playthroughs, and he is very nervous. I like to think of myself more as Lucca but I like to think a lot of things. Also somehow realized he doesn’t have an element. 6/10 for whiffing so hard on the name.

FROG/GLENN: Me: (stares, mouth agape) Megan: I told you I remembered things! Me: YOU WAFFLED FOR TEN MINUTES ON THE ONE NAME YOU COULD POSSIBLY GUESS BY INTUITION AND THEN DESPITE FROG BEING A FROG YOU GOT HIS PROPER NAME Megan: I remember things!

Bitter gay frog who serves tea and isn’t green enough (compared to the sprite, which was darker). She even got his real name. I. Fuck. 10/10 I don’t even have a good riff it’s uncanny

LUCCA: Megan: ALLO I AM AMELIE Me: god damn it

Weirdly stuck one of my OC names on her but NOT the OC that was originally p. much Lucca as a catgirl. I don’t know where the old-timey time is coming from, but the realization that “she does time travel with (object) but also has a ship I guess” is accurate to the game made me stop and think really hard about some things. 7/10.

MERLE: Me: Were you trying to spell ‘Kamehameha’ correctly? Megan: Yes. Me: .....ok

WELCOME TO OUR KINGDOM, OUR PRINCESS LIVES IN A TREE AND CRONCH LEAF. I think this is from the timeline where you fail to do ANYTHING in 6 Billion BC and things just kind of degrade terribly from there. I hear the sound of thunder. 2/10, point awarded for the fanfic I now must write.

AYLA: Megan: WHERE’S MY WOLF GIRL Me: I forgot her, hang on, hang on Megan: THERE’S MY WOLF GIRL

Megan’s favorite part was always the soup-drinking race at the party, so I’m not surprised she nailed this one. What does surprise me is where the fuck she got the idea of Ayla’s hair being pink from. I can’t even think of any characters with pink hair from games she watched me play. The brain is a funny thing. Anyway, 9/10, I would give the full 10 but the rock confuses me as well.

BONUS ROUND:

Fuck everything. From now on my description of Chrono Trigger is “a poorly translated Japanese Wizard of Oz”. I can’t argue with it. That having been said, she managed to get AN event of the game in there but also a gum commercial and I think a pizza dream so...call it a draw? 5/10

FINAL TALLY:

In some timeline, all of this is true. Think about that a bit.

Good job Megan you earned a kitty.

#fandom as perceived by someone not in fandom #chrono trigger #fandom #qglas #i love my sister #my sister is awesome #del's chrono trigger is a rock

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theconservativebrief · 6 years

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I heard a rumor my senior year of high school that I was gay.

I forget who told me the rumor, but I never forgot its message. Of course, it took me completely by surprise because I wasn’t gay. I definitely, absolutely, positively could not be gay. Because I wasn’t!

As I entered my first year of college with that rumor buzzing in my ear, I was convinced that any bit of insecurity could be overcome by a boring business-casual outfit. I had a pair of tan chinos that matched the self-doubt barely contained under my emotionally muted veneer.

And that’s how my first year of college went.

After clocking out from my freshman year, I traveled the two hours back home from college.

In preparation for my summer retail job, I ordered some clothes from JCPenney. In those days, I oscillated between 40-year-old-office-park-dad-chic and frat-tastic enough to fit in among the beer pong tables at some Epsilon Epsilon Epsilon party.

I was determined to wear my pullover before the end of summer, even though the average daily temperatures were above 90 degrees in my Ohio hometown’s ferocious summer heat. One day, I was feeling sweat accumulate under my collar as I restocked the granola bars, volcano-scented candles, and cake mix when I heard the store’s front door open. I looked up, out of habit more than anything, and saw a young man with curly blond hair walk in. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and black Converse, and he had the most distinctive freckles on his cheeks. He was with a girl wearing some kind of romper.

It took me a minute to realize I was staring at something other than the candles, and I abruptly averted my eyes.

My college had an incredibly large campus. You could walk for miles and still be within the confines of Ohio State’s domain.

Walking so often, and for so long, teaches you a lot. You should always walk with your back straight up, moderating each step to be even-keeled and well-paced. You can keep your head up to look confident or look down to blend in, just so long as you aren’t bopping it along to “Dark Horse” by Katy Perry. Never show too much expression. Walk stoically, slowly, methodically. Don’t show excitement, and definitely never, ever be flamboyant.

Don’t worry, you’ll mess it up sometimes. If you sense anything resembling a spring in your step, just push your hands into your chino pockets — or if it’s chilly, the fleece pockets of your black North Face jacket — and resume the proper form.

In the last weeks of October, I ordered a pair of blue chinos to match a yellow Polo Ralph Lauren shirt that I was sure would finally make me feel cool enough to belong at college.

Somehow, there was a mix-up with the order, and when I ripped open the bag of merchandise, they had sent green chinos instead.

I decided I had a Halloween costume.

Picking up an (almost) matching shirt from Target or Old Navy or somewhere like that, I painted numbers on my outfit and called myself a chalkboard.

My friends and I went to a party in an apartment so small you definitely couldn’t call it a “house” party. The hosts were trying to break a record for how many people they fit in their apartment, and I was trying to make everyone pay attention to how funny I was.

There was a lot of sexual tension in the air. A Harry Potter was flirting with a Raven from Teen Titans, and a “This is fine!” dog was making out with a cheerleader (I think she actually was a cheerleader, so it was a particularly bad costume).

I had never hooked up with anyone at a party. I hadn’t even ever flirted, unless trying to trade my jungle juice for the last cup of pumpkin pie moonshine was flirting.

I squeezed myself through the crowd to the porch, where a group of my friends had congregated. I pushed past a boy dressed as Link from Legend of Zelda. He had light blue eyes, and we locked gazes for a minute. He smiled. I turned away.

I didn’t go to another party for a few months. (Unless, of course, you count the gigantic pity party I threw for myself on a daily basis.)

A few weeks after Halloween, I coughed out the words, “I think I’m bisexual,” to my best friend and roommate. I then proceeded to do absolutely nothing of interest. I didn’t go to clubs; I didn’t go on dates; I didn’t sleep with anyone. I was barely able to get to sleep alone.

I wrote a lot. I thought a lot. I watched three whole seasons of Pawn Stars. Self-discovery wasn’t as sexy as it always seemed on TV.

After one existential crisis too many, my supportive friends did my job for me and got me an invitation to a “gay party.” I ordered a pair of super-skinny jeans. That’s what I was supposed to do, right?

I slipped on a pair of Converse and a plain white T-shirt and joined an old acquaintance and his boyfriend to pregame for this party. I had no idea what to do except keep drinking IPAs and laugh nervously. They were both nice. They had both gone through this.

After sitting in my friend’s apartment for about an hour, he asked me if I was ready to go to the party.

I said I was. That was a lie.

I told him I didn’t feel so good. That was the truth.

Self-discovery wasn’t as sexy as it always seemed on TV

It was a highlighter party, so the most common way of introducing yourself to people was to draw a dick on their T-shirt. A lot of people introduced themselves to me.

I sipped my first shot of Fireball and then took two more in rapid succession.

I did laps around the living room, talking to people. At college parties, it’s often the same conversation over and over again: What’s your year? What’s your major? What are you into?

Slowly, I began to get into a groove. The loudness of the music masked the softness of my confidence. I forgot to police how I walked, or how I laughed, or how I talked.

I forgot I was supposed to be pretending to be someone else.

Bit by bit, I started incorporating little pieces of that party into my life.

I started walking the way I wanted. I started buying the clothing I wanted. I remember ordering my first pair of jean shorts and thinking, “It doesn’t matter if these make me look gay, because I probably am gay!”

I still struggled a lot. Instead of going to class or doing my homework, I stared at guys, trying to make sure I was actually attracted to them and not just losing my mind. I obsessed over labels, once making a list on my dry-erase board of ways my life would change if I was “full-on gay” versus bisexual.

But day by day, I was owning who I was more. I bagged up a bunch of old clothes for our residence hall’s donation drive. I started talking about guys that I found hot. I stopped forcing myself to act “masculine” or “straight.”

I wasn’t completely sure who I was yet, but I was starting to become comfortable with that.

That summer, I went back to my hometown, where I rendezvoused with all my old friends from high school. Some of them knew about my coming-out process the year before; some of them didn’t.

We sat around a bonfire, reveling in being 20-year-olds drinking warm beers and red wine out of plastic cups. At some point, somebody brought up me being gay.

“Not much of a surprise,” one of my friends laughed.

Only one of my friends seemed truly caught off-guard. He hadn’t been in the loop. We talked to each other one on one later on, and while reiterating his support for me as a person, he said he wasn’t yet totally comfortable with it.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “Neither am I. Not yet. But I’m going to just keep being myself until I am.”

And that’s what I did.

Original Source -> What it was like to come out as gay, as told by my online shopping history

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