*I had an idea for an OC who comes from a grimdark setting that my little brother told me is just a worse version of the Gaslight District.*
*God is dead, and the rest of the world basically followed, especially since all that power is now fragmented and in the hands of the people. Most of everyone else has given up, resulting in a nightmarescape throughout Heaven, Earth, and Hell. Mork Borg stuff, but if every major warlord was basically wielding the power of nine atomic bombs with almost no consequences.*
*I say almost because that's where the OC comes in. He is technically a mortal, and his name is Cozotz Snatchlocke. He wants to renew "the cycle," whatever that means, and that requires collecting all the divine power to do... something with it, hopefully, bringing God back. Cozotz is specialized in killing OP characters, and is very autistic.*
*Like many of my characters, he loves food and machines. He owned a little cafe/tavern type-place with all sorts of custom cooking gadgets and robots and stuff, but some warlord offhandedly destroyed it without even looking.*
*Cozotz is like the Other Mother mixed with the Fabrication Machine from the beloved animated film 9 but if you gave them the Bathouse from Spirited Away. He created a little fabricated dreamland, an escape from the horrors of the world, and he's very upset that it was destroyed. Now, out of spite, he's going to make the whole world good again by killing Shoenen protag level threats with his horrible creations.*
*None of this is finished yet, so please tell me if you have any ideas.*
"This is my son, my youngest. His name is Sebastian!" the toddler jackalope coos a bit, smiling *aka your character soon*
*yee*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
Wander walks into the cafe allow, smelling of sweat and effort, seemingly having done some manual labor.
“Because you’re interesting, and I don’t have… any other friends to write about really.” He shrugs, going back to working, taking one of the cakes.
Moonshine is tending to the garden River has outside of their home.
He looks up at them, tilting his head “Oh. Sorry.” He turns to walk back out.
He holds out his cup with a smile, “You are welcome, I guess.”
She looks down to the hand, raising an eyebrow, “Dear, is that you?”
He stops, turning back to them, “You want to clean me? Okay.” He walks back over to them.
He smiles back at them and sips his own tea, “Does your name have a meaning?”
She laughs, “I just was hopin’ it was ya. I’m gonna go visit my best friend later, if that’s okay with ya, sweetheart.”
*See ya around.*
*I had an idea for an OC who comes from a grimdark setting that my little brother told me is just a worse version of the Gaslight District.*
*God is dead, and the rest of the world basically followed, especially since all that power is now fragmented and in the hands of the people. Most of everyone else has given up, resulting in a nightmarescape throughout Heaven, Earth, and Hell. Mork Borg stuff, but if every major warlord was basically wielding the power of nine atomic bombs with almost no consequences.*
*I say almost because that's where the OC comes in. He is technically a mortal, and his name is Cozotz Snatchlocke. He wants to renew "the cycle," whatever that means, and that requires collecting all the divine power to do... something with it, hopefully, bringing God back. Cozotz is specialized in killing OP characters, and is very autistic.*
*Like many of my characters, he loves food and machines. He owned a little cafe/tavern type-place with all sorts of custom cooking gadgets and robots and stuff, but some warlord offhandedly destroyed it without even looking.*
*Cozotz is like the Other Mother mixed with the Fabrication Machine from the beloved animated film 9 but if you gave them the Bathouse from Spirited Away. He created a little fabricated dreamland, an escape from the horrors of the world, and he's very upset that it was destroyed. Now, out of spite, he's going to make the whole world good again by killing Shoenen protag level threats with his horrible creations.*
*None of this is finished yet, so please tell me if you have any ideas.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*yee*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
He lets himself be picked up easily, smiling back at her, “Okay, sounds fun.”
“Hmm, an interesting translation. My mom is a witch, so the meaning is a little direct.”
She takes the hat with a smirk, “Oh, I’m gonna have ta give ya somethin’ nice fer this.”
“Something up, dear? You’re hitting the ground pretty hard there.” He asks, very concerned.
“I would say that it does, thank you, friend.”
She kisses his cheek, hugging them with her own sharp teeth “Soon enough I’ll get in them shadows just like ya do, ya’ll see.”
“I actually had something in mind for that, but better safe than sorry.” He kisses her chest as high as he can reach.
“Everything is great, I like it, did you grow the tea leaves in this?”
“I can’t wait ta learn all that yer willin’ ta teach me.” She does them same back to them, “Can I finish up out here befer we get all touchy?”
He looks up at them, nuzzling against their head, “I love you so much, dear.”
“It’s very good, not often I find tea this quality.”
She finishes up with the garden, before sauntering inside after them with a smile.
He looks down into the bath, waiting for when he’s allowed to go into it.
“That explains why the taste is so amazing, it’s very rare.”
She walks over and sits down in their lap, looking into their eyes and kissing them.