UNDERWORLD: STRANDED - MARVIN'S LIMBO...! THE PLOT!! YAYY :DD (cuz' i'm high on oc pills)
Moving to Corvus Creek, Marvin finds it dreading to settle down in their new home and leave their past life behind, and as they spend their days carrying the weight of past mistakes and regrets, they stay at home, miserably repeating the same ol' routine, for they believe their times can't get any worse. Or so they thought, as their desire to learn more about a series of unfortunate events related to their past and themselves leads them to the "very haunted Melancholy Woods of Corvus Creek", in which their life meets a snappy, yet painful pause.
Waking up, they find themselves on the bridge between life and death, also know as the Borderline of Limbo, in the Underworld.
lost in the darkness, they will make their way across the new plane of existence they've been tossed into, accompanied by two interesting characters, to find a way to get back to their body and back to life, as the clock's ticking, and they slowly find themselves going astray and drifting away from subsistence.
andddd! that's about it, honestly. most of the story after that is prolly going to have nasty spoilers and traumatic angst :D
(undercut is character presentations, BIOS, designs, and concept art and other stuff!)
this is the best and current draft for the story i have. i am planning a total of seven chapters, plus a prologue and an epilogue. absolutely inspiring myself (if not basing myself) on the team 344's storytelling format, especifically the Underworld Office games
of course, as it's a draft, the story is subject to changes, so if i find any concept that can help the narrative go better, or if i make a stupid mistake redarding already established concepts, i'll make sure to correct and change thoses parts of the plot :D
OK, enough rambling, let's go now onto the autistic ghost children (MCs), yippee! :DD
Marvin: The Soul on Limbo
[BIO]: A mostly paranoid teenager, who's kind of allergic to people (we get you, kid 👊😔) . this little soul mostly desires to find a place where they can hide, and be easily found (in a society, i mean. they would absolutely get killed if they were to do that in the Underworld--)
they have a sharp sight and hearing sense, but their mind loves to play tricks on them. despite being weak, they want to prove themselves of help. and out of the trio, they are the most empathetic towards other ghosts.
General facts:
Height: around 159cm/5'2", i think (sorry guys i don't use feet)
Age: 14 y/o
(Preferred) pronouns: They/Them (they are meant to be a non-labeled-gender mess. i sometimes use both he/him and she/her pronouns on them, and i encourage people to use those, too :D)
...whatever other general facts do i need, honestly? D':
Boy: The Guardian Dog
[BIO]: (the circunstances in which he meets Marvin contain spoilers, so...) able to communicate with souls through telepathy (and maybe articulate his words, perhaps...) the guardian dog, formerly known as Boy, is a cautious and conservative guide for souls on limbo to lead their way through the Underworld.
although his distant and secretive nature can come off as insensitive or impertinent, he proves those assumptions wrong, as he is most loyal and mindful through actions, and cares a lot for his allies and protégé (although his ego won't let him express himself as he desires...)
General facts:
Height: i dunno how to measure dogs, but he's just barely taller than Annie (132 cm) and shorter than Marvin
Age: ok, he was somewhat young when he died, i guess this could be spoilers if it's discussed in the story, i dunno
Pronouns: He/Him
Annie: The Enlightened Spirit
[BIO]: Marvin and Boy meet her in the first chapter, and she later joins the team for adventures!
She, as a child, is a bubbly and positive bundle of joy, but can bite your ankles when "angwy". She can also be real cheeky and impish if she's seeking attention or is in a bad mood. She loves adventuring, and would have liked to be an explorer if she grew up. She likes bugs, rocks, and glitter the most. She doesn't like loud noises, and she mostly hates being belittled or screamed at.
General facts:
Height: around 132cm/4'3"
Age: 8 y/o
Pronouns: She/Her
now, onto some extra content i made (from either this month or several eons ago)
little background i made of the Melancholy Woods (Underworld point of view) for reference
demo animatic of Marvin's "death". based myself of the prologue's ending and some concept art, speaking of which
buncha' concept art things i made to conceptualize the scripts i made. also the third image is just...
imagine a squishy getting squished, but it's actually a vertebrate (D':)
...
and a banner i made for the prologue, but didn't really like as a banner (i don't actually plan to use this one :p)
ok if you made it this far, make sure to leave a like and smash that suscribe butto-- heh, wanted to make that joke
but if you managed to read all my silly oc rambles, then i hoped you enjoyed them
now, gonna tag some people that look forward to read this (and other moots i think would like this, i dunno) :D
@meetmeataliminalspace @hopingitdontbreak @thunder-dexy @sillygoobr64 and @wyjam perhaps. and that's it. i don't want to intrude by tagging more people😔😔
oh yes, if you wanna know more about this concepts, or the characters, or whatever story-related, you can send asks about it! i would truly appreciate it and answer them with pleasure :D
and besides, i need to make sure i don't contradict myself after establishing anything, cuz' i sometimes tend to do that ,:))
THAT'S IT, THAT'S REALLY IT, POST ENDED, BYE GUYSSS, GOODTIME TO Y'ALL, HAVE A NICE DAYY!!
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Jade has the ability to control electromagnetic fields and metals
which would be pretty strong if it weren't for the fact she's stuck in a desert of infinite red.
she's searching for the pieces of a machine called the F.A.L.S.E sun
which gives the user the power to shape the desert to their will.
unfortunately many others are trying to find the pieces and are willing to lie, cheat and backstab in order to get it.
Its a race to find the sun.
(i would love to make some animations for this but i have no clue lmao)
Chapter 1: Joanne's Sweet Endeavor / A Sweeter Encounter
Pages: 5
Words: 1978
Summary: Joanne, a determined twelve-year-old, runs the Sweet Tooth Candy Shop while her parents are away. She expertly assists customers, helping a grandmother pick out the perfect gift for her granddaughter, and manages a group of mischievous kids attempting to steal candy. Joanne sternly confronts them, offering a small treat and a lesson in honesty. As the day winds down, a suspicious group of men loiter outside the shop. Joanne senses danger and prepares to defend the store using the magical abilities of her candy bear, vowing to protect her parents' business no matter what.
The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was a beacon of color and joy in the heart of town, its windows lined with every kind of candy imaginable. From sugary rock candy to chewy licorice, the shop was a paradise for anyone with a sweet tooth. Today, however, the shop had a special charm—it was run by Joanne, a twelve-year-old with a knack for business.
As the bell above the door jingled, Joanne looked up from behind the counter, her brown curls bouncing with her movement. She adjusted her apron and greeted the new customer with a bright smile. “Welcome to Sweet Tooth! How can I help you today?”
The customer, a middle-aged woman with a fondness for bright scarves, smiled back. “Hello, dear. I’m looking for something special. It’s my granddaughter’s birthday, and I want to get her something sweet.”
Joanne’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “We’ve got just the thing! Follow me.” She led the woman to a display of colorful candy jars. “We’ve got some beautiful candy gift boxes that can be personalized. You can choose a selection of candies to fill them.”
The woman’s face lit up. “Oh, this looks perfect. I think she’ll love these gummy bears and the chocolate truffles. How much for a box like this?”
Joanne calculated the total quickly. “That’ll be twenty-five dollars for the box and the candies.”
The woman nodded and handed over the money. “Thank you, Joanne. You’re doing a great job here.”
“Thank you!” Joanne said, ringing up the sale and packing the box with care. “Have a sweet day!”
As the woman left, another customer entered—the local neighborhood kids. Joanne recognized them instantly; they were often found eyeing the candy jars with more interest than was strictly allowed.
“Hey, Joanne!” greeted Danny, a tall boy with an impish grin. “We’re just browsing.”
Joanne’s gaze was sharp, and she was ready. “Uh-huh. Browsing, right. Make sure you don’t touch anything without asking, okay?”
The kids exchanged glances, and Danny’s grin faltered a bit. “Sure, Joanne. We were just... um, looking for something.”
Joanne kept a close watch as the kids wandered the aisles. Her instinct proved correct when she saw them covertly trying to slip candy into their pockets. With a decisive motion, she grabbed the broom that was always at hand behind the counter and walked over to them.
“Alright, enough of that!” Joanne’s voice was commanding as she brandished the broom. The kids froze, wide-eyed. “You’ve been warned. Either pay for what you want or get out.”
One of the girls, a smaller kid with pigtails, looked particularly nervous. “We’re really sorry, Joanne. We didn’t mean to steal.”
Joanne’s expression softened slightly, though she kept her stance firm. “Well, if you’re sorry, I expect you to apologize properly. And if you’re still hungry for candy, here’s something on the house.”
She reached into a jar of sour taffy and handed them each a piece. “Now, scram. And don’t come back without paying.”
The kids mumbled their thanks and hurried out, the sour taffy already making their faces pucker in surprise. Joanne shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. She could be tough when she needed to be, but she had a soft spot for kids who made honest mistakes.
Later that afternoon, the shop was buzzing with the usual assortment of customers. Joanne’s attention was split between ringing up purchases and keeping an eye on the stock. She had just finished wrapping a box of chocolate-covered almonds when a group of older customers entered.
“Good afternoon!” Joanne called out brightly. “Can I help you find anything special today?”
A tall man with graying hair and glasses smiled warmly. “Yes, actually. We’re looking for some old-fashioned sweets. My wife and I are celebrating our anniversary, and we thought some classic candies would be perfect.”
Joanne’s eyes lit up. “You’ve come to the right place! We’ve got a great selection of vintage candies. Follow me.”
She led them to a display of nostalgic treats—root beer barrels, jawbreakers, and nougat bars. As the customers browsed, one of them, a woman with a gentle demeanor, asked, “Joanne, your parents must be proud of how well you’re running the shop.”
Joanne’s heart skipped a beat. She offered her rehearsed response with a casual air. “Oh, they’re on vacation. I’m holding down the fort while they’re away.”
The man raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “Well, you’re doing a marvelous job. We’ll take some of these root beer barrels and a few of the nougat bars. How much do we owe you?”
Joanne quickly rang up their purchases and bagged the candies. “That’ll be thirty dollars.”
The man handed over the money, and Joanne gave him a receipt with a cheerful “Thank you for shopping at Sweet Tooth! Have a great day!”
As the last customer left and the shop quieted down, Joanne began her closing routine. She swept the floor, restocked the shelves, and prepared to lock up. The sky outside was turning dusky, the streetlights casting long shadows.
But as Joanne turned the “Closed” sign on the door, she noticed a group of men loitering nearby. Their presence was unsettling—there was something off about the way they hovered around the shop. Joanne’s instincts went on high alert.
She grabbed her trusty stuffed bear from her bookbag, her fingers brushing against its soft, comforting surface. With a quiet murmur, she activated its special magic, and the bear’s plush exterior shifted into a glossy candy material.
Joanne felt a surge of determination. She would protect the shop, no matter what. The men approached, their intentions clear. Joanne gripped her candy bear tightly, ready to defend her parents’ store with all the courage she could muster.
And so, as the evening shadows lengthened and the Sweet Tooth Candy Shop closed its doors for the night, Joanne prepared to face whatever challenge lay ahead with the same fearless resolve she brought to running her beloved shop.
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The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was buzzing with energy as Joanne prepared for a new day. She had been working tirelessly to set up a new display of lollipops, each one intricately shaped into stars, moons, hearts, and other delightful forms. These were not your average flat lollipops; they were grand creations, each one a piece of edible art propped up on sturdy sticks. Joanne meticulously arranged them on the counter, her excitement evident in the way she adjusted each display.
The morning sun was just beginning to shine through the shop's windows when the bell above the door chimed. Joanne turned to see a young boy about her age stepping in. He had tan skin, dark spiky hair, and was wearing goggles perched low on his forehead. His clothes were worn and somewhat shabby, giving him a rough-around-the-edges appearance.
Joanne offered her usual friendly greeting. “Good morning! Welcome to Sweet Tooth. Can I help you find something special today?”
The boy glanced around the shop with a dismissive air. “I don’t want to buy anything from you,” he said, his tone a mix of defiance and disdain. He looked Joanne up and down, his eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary. Though he tried to hide it, a faint blush colored his cheeks as he found himself captivated by her determination and spunk.
“I came here to take some candy,” he continued, folding his arms defiantly. “Those kids who came in yesterday? They were working for me. I’m here to take what I want.”
Joanne’s smile faded, replaced by a look of stern resolve. “If you’re here to steal, I won’t go easy on you. I’ve got a job to do, and I won’t let anyone mess it up.”
The boy’s eyes narrowed, and he shrugged with a hardened expression. “I don’t care. I’m a thief, not a saint.”
Joanne’s frown deepened. She wasn’t about to let him walk away with her candy, not after everything she’d done to keep the shop running smoothly. “Fine, if that’s how you want to play it.”
Without warning, she grabbed a handful of the newly displayed lollipops and hurled them at him. The colorful confections flew through the air, but the boy was quick on his feet. With a flick of his wrist, he transformed his left hand into a large, bladed sword, blocking the incoming lollipops with ease.
“Is that the best you’ve got?” the boy taunted, his sword-hand slicing through the air as he deflected the candy missiles.
Joanne wasn’t deterred. She grabbed more lollipops and continued her barrage. “I’m not giving up so easily!”
The boy, who had been ready to steal the candy, now found himself engaged in a fierce battle of attrition. His ability to morph his body into mechanical constructs gave him a solid defense, while Joanne’s candy-throwing skills kept him on his toes. The shop was a flurry of colors and motion as the two clashed, the floor littered with shattered lollipop pieces.
Joanne’s eyes darted around the shop, searching for more lollipops to use as ammunition. Her focus was momentarily distracted when she noticed a giant candy sculpture on a precarious stand. It wobbled dangerously, tilting towards her.
Her heart skipped a beat. “Look out!” she shouted, but the boy’s attention was already drawn to the falling sculpture. Without hesitation, he dashed toward Joanne, tackling her out of harm’s way.
With a swift motion, he shifted his back into a deformed shield, his body morphing to absorb the impact of the falling sculpture. The candy crashed down onto the shield, and for a moment, everything went quiet. When the dust settled, the boy and Joanne were lying on the floor, safe and sound, though surrounded by candy debris.
Joanne looked up at him, astonished. “Why did you save me?”
The boy’s face was flushed, and he looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. “I didn’t want to kill you. I’m a thief, not a murderer.”
Joanne’s expression softened, and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. “You really mean that?”
The boy nodded, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah. I’m sorry for everything. My name’s Luke. I didn’t want to cause any more trouble. I’d like to make it up to you. If you’ll let me, I could work here at the shop and pay off any damages.”
Joanne’s initial hesitation melted away as she considered his offer. She could see the potential for redemption in his eyes. With a bright smile, she extended her hand. “Alright, Luke. Let’s start fresh. We’ll clean up this mess together, and you can work here to make things right.”
Luke took her hand, his expression a mix of relief and gratitude. “Thanks, Joanne. I promise I’ll work hard.”
Together, they began to clean up the shop, sweeping up the candy shards and resetting the displays. As they worked, Joanne could sense that Luke was genuinely remorseful and willing to make amends. The two of them worked side by side, their earlier conflict forgotten as they bonded over the shared task.
By the time the shop was cleaned up and ready to reopen, Joanne and Luke had formed an unexpected alliance. The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was back to its cheerful self, and Joanne felt a new sense of camaraderie with her unlikely helper.
As they prepared to open the shop again, Joanne looked at Luke with a hopeful smile. “Let’s make today a great day, shall we?”
Luke nodded, a smile of his own tugging at the corners of his lips. “Absolutely. And thanks for giving me a second chance.”
With a fresh start and a new friend by her side, Joanne was ready for whatever the day might bring. The Sweet Tooth Candy Shop was once again a place of joy and sweetness, and Joanne couldn’t have been happier.
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I'M MAD PERSON AND IS DRABBLE TIME AS I SAY SO!!! I love them so much, I need to get this out of my system.
Listen to "Qué bonito es querer" by Manuel Carrasco while this (YouTube - Spotify)
Characters involved: OCs - Mica (She's a superhero that loves order and is questioning authority) & Velo (He's a vigilante that loves chaos and is starting to accept authority)
Subject tags: Rivals to Friends? (They don't know platonic yet), Aromantic, superheroes, sexuality questioning, internalised arophobia? More like "I didn't think this was possible option", they are trying hard to explain it, implied patriarchal gender roles,
Drabble of Mica and Velo aromantic confession:
Velo got inside the bed, insecure of what will be the next move. Covered his body until his ribs were buried by the blankets, touching anxiously the cloth.
"Mica..."
"Are you fine Velo? I'm bothering or-?"
"No, not even the slightest bothersome. I have a doubt that has been itching in my insides since the first time I encountered you..."
Velo struggled to find words, as Mica raised an eyebrow.
"Continue" she suggested. He took a deep breath and followed the instructions.
"I appreciate you. You know it, I know it. But... for some reason I feel I'm failing you and that something is missing, but also..." his voice got slower as he said, he could feel things getting more messy; it felt like his mind got blank.
"You feel like there is nothing else to tell, that as we are we're fine, but also something really important... ¿feels missing?"
"Wasn't I the only one?"
"You know, my mother always told me that someday my knight of shining armour will come to complete and save me from harm. Being sincere, I'd never understood it at all.
Everyone talks like it's destined to be with their couple and that they can feel that kind of love at first sight... but..."
"Feels like everyone knows where to draw the line, no?"
Micaela nodded, and Velo took it as a sign to keep going.
"Then you find the paths part to really different directions. You appreciate someone at wonderful levels, you want to protect them and give them happiness... but it seems that there is something further than a strong friendship, but not as far as a husband-wife situation. So you start asking yourself if you-"
"...failed to that person, because you can't give them what they might want."
"Exactly, so- Wait Mica, you feel the same???"
"Since I started appreciating you, I asked myself if there was a way to trace the line between friendship and love... but I've never found myself loving you in the way a wife loves her husband..."
"You want us to stay only as friends?"
"You'll like it?"
"The question was for you!"
"Well... the truth is that I'm not sure. On one hand I want to take care of you and give you my complete trust. On the other side... i don't see myself able to love anyone as a wife loves her husband. I know, sounds like a fool."
"For me doesn't sound like something a fool will say. It's clever." Velo surprised Mica with his seriousness. "Sounds really similar to what happens to me."
"What do we do then?"
"Keep it as it was? Or you want to change it?"
"The problem is that I don't know. Everyone around me wants me to be married, but I don't want that..."
"And why not leaving it as a simple friendship?"
"But that also doesn't fit well. What kind of friend of the opposite sex sleeps in the bed as they hug?"
"I think we should ask Elu..."
"Elu literally just had 'a really good night as your body went inside mine' with its friends and it said that they aren't in love." Mica replied blushing as Velo laughed. Not a mock, just not taking the situation seriously.
"Come on Mica, surely it knows what in the damned gods' sake is happening!
"Aghh... Okay, but this time you make the questions and explicitly tell is your idea! I don't want to have another court just because the 'person that gender is just a tag that doesn't matter' provoked the police!"
"Fine, don't be mad at me!"
"Then stop complaining and come to see it on the Midnight Tradition Bar!"
Velo giggled as Mica got out of bed and reached their work clothes.
In the inside of Canada's unknow areas,was some entities named Astras,that entities were like a mix of the Cryptids with the humans,but they didn't had human genes besides their apareance.
The zone where they lived,was called 'Nova'.there,Asuka was born,or how we call her: The Hunter.
Astras had powers depending of the ambient where they're born(Ex:If some Astra was born in a forest ambient,they would get nature powers or smth like that).
So...if Asuka has blood control...where do you think she was born?
She was born in middle of a massacre,between Cryptids and Astras,her parents were murderer,so she saw blood everywere.
She had to live alone,in company of some orphan young Astras.
Her situation made her HATE the Cryptids,so when she had enough age,she left Nova and go on a hunt,she swore that....
She would kill all the cryptids until they get extinct
That's why she's known as 'The Hunter'..
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Then she met the Hitchhiker A and learned what's 'Love' :3
