I have new ocs made from a dream. Idk what verse to put them in, considering they don't really fit the fnf verse, but I wanna make them anyway. (Under readmore cuz haha we know me)
(Also slight warning for mention of needles and blood)
It was two chicks in a school environment (let's say college). Anime style too. The college had a power dynamic, where you had to prove you were top shit thru battles or something. Girl A started off as a quiet and "emotionless" chick, eyes dull in color, barely talking, did nothing to stand out. Girl B had more confidence and kept trying to nudge A into proving their worth, to no avail.
This is vaguely based on Kakegurui, but the Student Council had the most power in the school, and their rules were friggin awful. B wanted to take over the council herself, but she knew she didn't have enough power to do so.
Then somehow, someway, something in Girl A snapped that had all the life inside her come forth, and she became this completely new person (I need to find a new breaking point because the dream made the reason really stupid). Stronger, louder, pretty short sighted on her decisions, but absolutely not a force to be reckon with. She also had an ability kinda like Toga Himiko, where she would stick a needle into her opponent, force their blood into her body, and she'd learn all their abilities and fighting style instantly.
Girl B was astonished at the transformation, and once the "breaking point" fight ended, she immediately asked A to be her partner. B can provide the plans and targets, and A can beat them up (or kill, idk). Girl A proceeds to pin B against the wall, glaring down at her, and asks "Are you sure you can handle this? Or was this something you were waiting for all this time?"
Needlessly to say, A took B's offer, and they worked together to slowly take down the Student Council. Oh, and B has a HUUUGE crush on A, which only amplified after A's transformation (and after seeing them make out at one point, A feels the same way. Lesbians!)
Anyway I reaaaally wanna make characters out of this. I even remember how they look for the most part, which is awesome.
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DIMENSION 46*| aka FIND ME AT THE HEIGHT OF NOON ‘VERSE
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sorry for the dramatic introduction, but i had to get your attention somehow!
meet the first of four main players for the “find me at the height of noon” verse! of course i had to start with the man the myth the moron ford pines, but also his appearance changes are much more obvious than the others so it would be easy to show that there’s some tweaks here and there between the main universe and this one by drawing him first :)
my biggest gripe was figuring out a way to change his design enough to make it obvious without changing everything about him, but i think i managed to find a pretty good balance. i mainly based his overall design on this promo art by sage cotugno, which is also where i got the idea for slightly tanner skin and lighter hair (also when he says "slightly", he means it - he has more consistent meals and runs and. that's it)
he’s been a pain in my ass to figure out as i was designing him, but i’ve had to take several breaks while drawing cause i was getting overwhelmed by cuteness aggression so i think it worked out in the end!!
now enough design rambling, applicable lore rambling is below the cut:
in dimension 46*| (46-asterisk-vbar), everything up until ford's second year at backupsmore is identical to the main universe, which is when a girl in his astrophysics class asks him to be her study buddy. they become typically college-class friends, where they do their homework and studying together, but don't really talk all that much outside of class. he doesn't think they have that much in common anyway: she's a cheerleader for the backupsmore underdogs and an education studies major, and he's, well, him.
after their final (which she passes, thanks to his help) ford doesn't really see her outside of football season, despite their campus not being very big. and, by the time he graduates and moves to gravity falls to study its anomalies, he let go of any expectation to run into her again and all but forgot about her.
until an expedition takes him to the multi-bears cave, and she nearly hurls an axe between his eyes.
also, as an aside, this is the same universe where stan listened to ford in 1982 and took journal #1 with him, and where ford founded the institute of oddology in gravity falls. he's very proud of the work he's done in his field, and is more than willing to answer every question you might have on his life before, during, and after he established the institute. everything, that is, except for the orosco daycare and learning center located in his old residence that marks the beginning of his career.
after all, when a portal has been opened, someone must go though.
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I guess we have plot line now, WHO ELSE IS READY FOR MORE
summary: Maya moves in with the Parker's, but feels like leaving the bus, would be leaving Jade. trauma resurfaces, and tears are cried.
tagging @i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit
After a week of being with the Parker's, I know that I want to stay, but I'm not sure if i'm ready to leave. for the past week I've been sleeping in the spare bedroom. It's walls are a pale shade of blue and the bed is made with plain, flat colors. the mixture of grays, and off-whites made to please every guest that will enter. it's far from the cluttered, colorful bus that I had called home for all those years.
The question of "are you okay?" derails my train of thought. The unexpected noise makes me jump. I look over at the open doorway and Peter is there looking concerned.
"Sorry!" He says quickly "I didn't mean to sneak up on you like that!".
"oh it's totally fine!" I ensure him "I'm just not used to having other people around, that's all!" I tell him. the last thing I want to do is to be a bother to anyone. not after they'd been so kind to me.
"Well that explains the aimless wondering and inaudible muttering." he says. "I walked past and in the corner of my eyes I saw you staring at the wall!".
I realize that I am indeed in the middle of the room aimlessly pacing around.
"So, are you okay? Is the room not working out for you?".
"NO!" I blurt out a little louder than I should have. "I mean no!" I repeat myself more calmly "The room is great! It's just, different from what I'm used to back... well I guess not back home. this technically is home now, but..." I feel like I'm talking to much, why am I complaining? God I'm so ungrateful-
"You're not being Ungrateful kid!" Peter blurts out. "Hell last night when I said good night you responded with 'I'm sorry'!".
"Oh." I respond nervously. "I said that out loud, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you did" peter says chuckling. "So what I'm getting from this is you like more of a hotel guest than a household member, am I correct?"
I nod quietly.
"So why don't you go bring your stuff here? I'm sure that would make it feel more homey!" He says cheerfully.
Then it all clicks.
"That's it!" I say ,"that"s exactly it!" For a second I feel myself about to run up and hug him, but I stop myself, and desperately pray he didn't notice.
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After collecting boxes, bins, and other helpful tools. I step through the portal and take in the familiar sent of the forest. The sage bushes, the royal blue pine needles, the cozy smell of the mist. I didn't realize how much I missed it until now. The city smells of cigarettes and street food and whatever else the citizens of New York bring around the city, so to be back here calms my soul.
Suddenly I realize why I have trouble sleeping too. A calm, isolated forest and the busy streets of New York are definitely two drastically different environments. And, well, blasting car horns are not what I would exactly call relaxing or soothing noises to drift asleep to.
I put all the clutter in boxes, and fold up the bedding, that I haven't used in months.
one of the last things I pack up are my clothes. the fashion in Peters universe, is, well different. for one, it's weird for men to wear dresses there. In my universe, Earth #1252008 It's normal for tailors to regularly make custom tailored dress for anyone. I look at the dresses in my very spacious, but hidden, out of the way closet. I haven't worn any of them since she... since the accident.
I haven't had the need to, plus, they probably don't fit anymore. after I got bit, i got a huge growth spurt and got a much more muscular build. i couldn't wear half of my wardrobe. next to my old dresses is my suit, I haven't worn it since I proposed, here in these same woods.
I look out the window, that shows her... memorial. I realize now how strange it'll be not seeing it first thing every morning. sometimes, when I wake up and open my eyes for the first time that day, for a split second, I can see her standing by mine. and then before you can blink, shes gone.
"She's gone". I say to myself, "stay focused".
something forces me to leave the formal wear here. I take whatever is left in the closet and close it firmly. To distract myself I take the decor off the walls. the last things I want to take. their mostly from shows I would force jade to watch with me. She-ra, The Owl house, and hours worth of movies with convoluted, over extended universes. after they are all taken down, I look at the empty walls, and the bare bus.
it feels wrong.
why does It feel wrong?
then a thought hits me. What If I forget all of this? what happens when our home becomes nothing but an empty abandoned bus?
What if I, by doing this, I lose her all over again. what we did. what I couldn't protect.
I look around the bus and I realize, that there's still most of the things inside. all of which are covered in thick layers of dust.
their Jades.
as I look at all her things, the memories attached to them come flooding back to me. the things that made her laugh, cry, happy, mad.
It's to much.
my breath gets hitched in my throat, tears come cascading down without warning. I run out of the bus away from the memories. she was here. she laughed here. she loved here. she cried here. those things meant something to her. and they still wait to mean something again. I back away from the bus until I bump into something behind me.
I turn around to see her name etched into a stone.
If I do this, does that mean that I leave her again, I leave behind the husk of our life, collecting dust on a shelf?
I look at the pictures on her grave. we look so young and happy. she deserved to see another day, to survive, to live.
But she didn't.
I did.
but I never lived after that, I survived.
is this my chance to live again?
I look up from her name, and i see her, in the bus.
she nods to me.
and I live.
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