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I have changed Tulip’s design a bit, she’s curvier and has shorter hair. I’m working on the first installment of the Shadow Apprentice AU for y’all and also for me because it’s been a bit of a passion project

New chapter of The shards of fate that cut the skin apart is out neow!

Chiyoko goes to meet Akechi as promised to find out more about their situation.

But something is not right...

Two sketchy Umes cuz I started antidepressants today

I'm still not a 100% and I have some orders to take care of, but I'm starting to think the covers over as well as planning next chapters

Style switch.

Been feeling down lately but these two manage to still slip thru my depression

Drawing them kinda makes me forget everything ngl

Also new chapter posted!

Here is a snippet:

“...Your connection to the Metaverse, your reaction to the call- How much do you know about this situation?!” Akira felt agitated. Even to him it felt out of character, but he finally heard from Akechi and he can’t even see his face, can’t hear his voice, can’t ask him who did this to him?! And not to mention the Metaverse returning after Yaldabaoth was defeated. 

“I can’t tell you, I’m sorry…” Chiyoko refused to look at him, she was trembling slightly.

“Why?! Shit… Why?! Are you being threatened? By who?!” The guy couldn’t find a place for himself, his body was turning in anger and confusion from this situation.

“You could say that. But in reality I… I don’t want to put you on the radar too. It’s… a very dangerous situation to be in.” She turned her head away and then Akira noticed something familiar on her neck.

“This…” 

I would really appreciate checking it out, I will draw a proper cover when I get back to my former self hehe~

Nothing like sitting in Taco Bell for two hours eating and planning out a fanfiction with your best friend

me for the past week and i'm so fucking maddd

STOP👏TAGGING👏XREADER👏IF👏YOU👏USE👏AN👏OC👏NOBODY👏 FUCKING👏ASKED👏FOR👏THAT👏OKAY???

The wrong thing is not the fact that you write a story with an oc, no, that's not the real problem, really.

IT'S JUST THE FACT THAT YOU USE THE WRONG TAG SO YOU HOPE MORE PEOPLE READ YOUR STORY. BUT BELIEVE ME IT'S JUST FUCKING ANNOYING 'CAUSE WE AREN'T ABLE TO FIND THE RIGHT FICS IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS!!!

There are people who like to read more stories with ocs than reader inserts, so use the fucking right tag go reach that community and stop spamming your stories among ours.

I don't think you get it but, you know, the purpose of fanfics with reader insert is to make the reader imagine her/himself as the mc of the story. The best part of these fics is the fact that EVERYONE can be included in them.

SO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN THEM BY MAKING THE MC A PERSON THAT LOOKS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THE READER AND EVEN HAS A NAME THAT IS NOT THEIRS?

Not to be dramatic but i hate y'all.

And the fact that it's always the same fandoms and we all know who we're talking about...

Introducing my Yellowjackets OC…Chloe Matthews!

*FCs- Zendaya and Thandiwe Newton

Updated: 4/29/25

**Background**

Chloe is Lottie Matthews’ cousin. She is the daughter of Malcolm’s sister, Veronica, and a heavily intoxicated one-night stand. Veronica doesn’t remember who Chloe's father is. Veronica is considered the “embarrassment” of the Matthews family due to her addictions and lack of success in life. He was a successful businessman with family name to uphold, after all.

Chloe was born on March 9, 1977, almost a year before Lottie. She was held back in the 2nd grade for truancy because of her mother's negligent behavior. She had to repeat the year and ended up in Lottie's grade with the core varsity characters.

Lottie's parents became Chloe's guardians to keep her out of foster care after her mother’s lifestyle was discovered by social workers in truancy court. Mr. Matthews thought it was the best thing to keep more public incidences from happening in the future. Still, Chloe bounced back and forth between her mother's house and Lottie's.

Malcolm had little interest in Chloe, concerned only with “damage control.” Despite being very different, Chloe and Lottie were close and took care of each other in the absence of parental interest and guidance.

Chloe has been best friends with Natalie Scatorccio since they first met as children, with Kevyn Tan joining them in high school.

Chloe is not on the soccer team. She is the first chair cellist in the Wiskayok High School orchestra and plays the violin, piano, drums, bass guitar, and guitar with equal talent. She also has perfect pitch.

Chloe is a lesbian and has been out since the 7th-8th grade.

Chloe and Van are friends. They met while Chloe was doing music for AV club projects. Van confides in her and, of course Chloe is a vault. She is used to keeping other peoples’ secrets.

Chloe and Van’s friendship is one of the reasons that Tai hates Chloe. She wasn’t sure why for a bit until she finally worked it out. It threw a wrench in her and Van’s friendship because Chloe didn’t want to cause problems in Van and Tai’s secret relationship.

Chloe is generally not a hater, but she hates Tai. She hates Tai’s self-righteous, condescending, aggressive general personality. The way she makes Van hide. Chloe doesn’t put up with Tai’s shit, which makes Tai hate her even more.

Chloe is Wiskayok HS’ main drug dealer because of the access she has to her mother’s never ending drug supply. She is in it for the money. She and Lottie want out of Wiskayok as soon as they graduate and Chloe wants them to be able to easily set up a nice life for themselves without money being an issue.

She also loves the fast, easy money to buy any musical equipment she wants.

She is obsessed with Alice in Chains and can play every single guitar solo in each AIC song since their founding. Her friends call her "wannabe” in direct reference to her worship and idolatry of Jerry Cantrell. They know she takes it as a compliment. It caught on as an insult from people who don’t like her for whatever reason, but she doesn’t care.

Lottie and Nat always call her ‘Lo. They are the only two people allowed to call her that.

She ends up on the plane because Lottie's father (who chartered the private plane) insisted that Chloe be allowed on the Nationals trip to get both girls out of his house. His one demand of Chloe, as always, was to make sure Lottie take her meds on schedule.

Chloe was happy to get out of NJ and watch her cousin and best friend become National Champions.

**Trapped in the Wilderness**

In the wilderness, Chloe becomes a trapper. She learns how to make traps for small animals and goes with Natalie and Travis every day to check, reset, and set up new traps.

She brought her guitar on the trip, of course. It sustained minor damage that she is eventually able to fix when they find the cabin. It became a source of entertainment and morale for herself and the group.

Chloe has a friends-with-benefits relationship with Melissa until Melissa begins to obsess over Shauna.

Chloe's relationship with Lottie in the wilderness becomes strained as she knows Lottie is off her meds, but no one else is aware of her condition.

Chloe’s loyalty to Lottie also puts strain on her friendship with Nat at times.

Eventually, she realizes she can't get through to Lottie. Chloe will have to figure out how to minimize damage to the group while remaining loyal to and taking care of her cousin. If she can.

Chloe tries to become closer to Van, but she doesn’t want to cause problems between Van and Tai. So she spends as much time with Van as she can when Tai is not around.

Chloe doesn’t pay much attention to Taissa in the wilderness. Occasionally they get into major disagreements. Chloe will almost go feral when Tai goes after Lottie. They do develop a mutual respect for each other out of necessity, as they are both very capable individuals.

**Post-Rescue**

After rescue, Chloe goes back with Lottie to really care for her. Chloe’s mother believed she was dead and continues to act as if she is.

Chloe’s alcohol and drug use is semiregular at this point and she doesn’t use hard drugs.

While spending time in New Jersey, she runs into a newly single Van and they become closer. When she is not with Lottie, Chloe is with Van, Natalie, and/or Travis.

Chloe and Van quickly start a relationship. Van’s mother is just as useless as Chloe’s, so Van stays with Chloe to help her with Lottie most of the time.

Once Lottie's parents commit her to the institution, Chloe and Van move to NYC. They live off the money that she made dealing drugs in HS.

She goes to visit Lottie as often as possible and takes bartending jobs at popular NYC bars and clubs to make connections and network within the music scene.

Van eventually gets involved on the tech side of the NYC indie movie scene.

Chloe starts using hard drugs.

Chloe eventually starts a post-grunge, experimental alt-rock band that is met with success. A lot of her songs are ones she wrote during her time in the wilderness. Though only she really knows that.

Chloe's band, Ransom Banging, puts out a few albums and goes on the tour for them. Van comes along sometimes.

Chloe and Van have a happy relationship for the first couple of years. It eventually becomes tumultuous for a lot of reasons- Chloe’s descent into regular hard drug use, Chloe’s touring schedules, Van’s reaction when she finds out that Tai came out anyway and married Simone, and their general trauma from their time stranded. They eventually break up for good and part ways.

Natalie and Chloe are still best friends. Despite their chaotic lifestyles and drama, they find ways to visit each other at least a few times a year.

**2021-Present**

Chloe is in some legal trouble and has been staying off the grid with Lottie, with her intentional community/cult compound.

Chloe is still a stoner and will have a drink every once in a while. She is sober otherwise.

Chloe is in a real relationship with Lisa.

After her band broke up and her life really started to fall apart, she took Lottie’s advice and decided to see a psychiatrist that Lottie’s psychiatrist recommended for her. This is how she knew that Lottie was hallucinating those visits with the “substitute” doctor because her real doctor definitely was in town.

Lottie brings Chloe to the ranch when Travis calls and desperately tries to talk both of them out of it. She helps Lottie, but the results remain the same.

Chloe is surprised to see Van and Tai back together, but when Chloe was done with someone romantically, she was done. She decided to stay out of it and just observed with general amusement. At this point in her life, Chloe had already given up on real relationships.

Chloe is happy to find out Nat is out of rehab. Chloe wasn’t sent a postcard, but when she finds out about the blackmail, she pretends with a fake postcard to be able to spend some more time with Nat. She also wanted a break from the boredom of Lottie’s community.

Chloe pretty much drops off the map after Natalie dies and Lottie is institutionalized again. She moves into the Matthews’ penthouse to wait for Lottie.

Callie is a fan of Chloe’s former band. Shauna tries to keep her away from Callie too.

Chloe is the one who finds her body in the buildings’ basement. She was trying to find her to back her up on the apology.

Chloe aggressively works with Misty to solve Lottie’s murder. Chloe was always nice to Misty because Misty was nice to her, but they do become better friends because they bond over losing Nat.

As they have reunited as adults, Chloe and Tai have been able to get along, even with her and Van’s history.

Chloe meets with Tai and Misty after Van dies and 100% agrees with Tai that everything that has happened has been Shauna’s fault.

Chloe’s best friend, the only person she has ever truly loved, and her cousin are all dead because of Shauna and she will pay.

Chloe reunites with Melissa. It will not be a happy one because Melissa killed Van.

That's all I have figured out so far.

BLACKOUT — A RICH? STORY

This is just a silly story about my oc, guys. Felt like uploading it, ig... it's not very good.b

Divider by @strangergraphics !!

TW: IMPLICATIONS OF SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, MATURE LANGUAGE,

NOTHING—

The room was almost dark, save for the glow of a computer screen somewhere near the middle of the continuous rows of desks, or whatever moonlight filtered in from outside. Richard Haddon was dead, or at least he felt like it.

Endless nights stuck in the same room, at the same computer, typing the same things out every single day for twelve freaking hours had worn him down. Who the hell put someone on a night shift at an office? His fingers felt numb, like they were about to drop off completely. The dull hum of the AC sounded overhead, blowing cool air at the back of Rich's neck, wrapping him a tight embrace.

All things considered, Rich should've been dead.

That dead end office job was the bane of his life, the thing that made him never want to wake up. The thing he was sure was going to kill him.

But he was still inexplicably alive.

Rich lay slumped in his chair, his eyes blankly focused on the screen in front of him. An alarm clock, the type you can get really cheap from the store, sat close by on the desk, counting down the minutes to freedom.

Rich didn't look at it.

He sighed, shutting his eyes and running a hand through his already unruly hair. Despite the cold, his shirt was undone by the top few buttons, his tie hanging loosely around his neck like a scarf. He felt like one of those drunk middle-aged dads who sat on the porch with a can of Special Brew and watched their kids play in the street.

His eyes opened and drifted towards the open window. If he craned his neck for enough, Rich could see the stream of cars below. It was always busy at night, he found, wherever he lived. He found that here in Jefferson City, it was just about as loud as you'd expect it to be in London. Though he didn't have much room to comment on that. He'd been about twice for school trips.

It was far.

Almost... speaking to him.

The office had always got him down. From the moment he stepped in for that God forsaken interview to now, sitting in that stupid chair and wasting away. Hoping for something better.

A second chance.

It came to Rich suddenly, in his exhaustion infused mania: he'd never, ever got what he wanted out of life. Did he even know what he wanted? He didn't need to answer that. Because he never had.

Until now.

A sudden crash brought Rich to his senses, jerking him up into a sitting position and tearing his eyes away from the window. He looked around desperately for the source of the sound, something which had dropped. Something to tell him that he was alright.

The room felt smaller somehow. Darker. Rich had broken into a sweat despite the cold air from the AC, and he could feel his heart as it pounding against his ribs, trying to break free.

'Don't be stupid, Richard.' He told himself. Jesus, he must've been afraid if he was full naming himself, 'You're fine. You're ok. You're on your own. 2 more hours. That's all you have to do, thats—'

Rich's monitor turned off.

He jumped back in his seat with a yelp, feeling that ineffable sense of dread sinking its teeth into his heart and clinging to it. His eyes were wide, and to his horror, as he looked around. He could no longer see the windows. The only light source was the alarm clock on the desk.

4:27 AM

Rich grabbed his mouse, swishing it back and forth, desperately willing his computer to turn back on, "No! Come on, no, no, no—FUCK—! "

Rich experienced minor heart failure as the alarm clock started to ring. That was ridiculous. It was set for 6:00 AM. He pressed the stop button, but it was only getting louder. It was the only thing he could hear.

He looked around desperately. He may have been imagining it, but he couldn't see spots of white popping around in the dark. They seemed tinbe giving out light, which calmed his nerves ever so slightly. But then he hear the AC thunk as it turned off, and he looked up.

Holy shit.

A massive white eye stared back at him, lighting up a mass of what looked like thick, black slime. And teeth. So many fucking teeth.

Rich was frozen. He couldn't move. His eyes were wide. However, the creature could move just fine, and whatever God awful scream ripped its way out of Rich's mouth was quickly silenced by the thing lunging and forcing its way down his throat.

He sort of wanted to be dead.

Guys, I'm actually working on a Rayman fanfic.

It's name will be: "The coffin of Blua and Rayman".