#Dr. Carlos Rosette

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Here are some of the doodles that have been due to be shown (not all of them just that some of them are kinda embarrassing since I'm in school)

Some cop Takaaki and Monomi stuff. Was trying to be accurate to their actual heights but I STRUGGLED. (As you can clearly see, lol)

Monomi is too precious to him LMAO

The Taka ones are newer (ie, I did them today)

Yes, human cop Monomi!!! We love her! <3

This is where the design came from, this kinda old doodle session, lollll.

It's unfinished, sadly, but I liked it.

Okay! Design ramble! Taka and Kiyo, since they're twins and have white and black hair, I made a fun design! If they were both Masterminds, they'd be one side of Monokuma's colors! Kiyo would be white and Taka would be black. (With Takaaki having both on his own clothes.) And they'd stand next to each other as if they were trying to do that. Ya know. It's a fun design if Kiyo and Taka were both Masterminds with their dad.

This is a Dr. Rosette draft btw. Not a finished design.

I FORGOT TO POST THIS PATCHES DOODLE, OOPS!!! (Along with the Dr. Rosette doodle, lol.)

#danganronpa #My OCs <33 #sammy's art corner #takaaki ishimaru #mastermind takaaki ishimaru #monomi #danganronpa usami #mastermind kiyotaka #mastermind kiyotaka ishimaru #kiyotaka ishimaru #mastermind kiyondo ishida #Sam's Mastermind AUs #kiyondo ishida #OCs #Patches (OE-256) #Dr. Carlos Rosette #<- He has a first name now! :D #my art #art

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Okay! Time to talk about Dr. Rosette! (While I have it in my brain.) Gonna be pretty short...I hope–

His eyes and hair were as black as the void. His skin the color of coffee with a light amount of cream in it. He has the coldest stare you could freeze where you stand. His entire face was serious and looked as if he was uninterested. But his eyes and words were as kind as a loving father. Which had the feeling of love and admiration. (Wrote this like...right after math class ended as I came up with it in my brain, lol.)

He was basically the one there for Patches as a kid. But he was also the one doing the experiments on her usually. Yet, he never did anything to harm her. It was the other scientists. He just collected the data or started the experiment (in a way.) He cared for her best he could. He would protect her and pat her head if the experiment went well that day and gave her some candy. He was like this with the other kids. But Patches held these moments dear to her heart.

She doesn't know what happened to him when she escaped. She honestly prayed he was alive and that she'd find him soon. She could only fear the worst, though as it was highly likely he didn't survive. She is terrified of that.

He always called her "Kid" or "Kiddo." Which "Kid" is a nickname Newspaper used in the original story. So like...angst intensifies </333

She always felt happy to be called that and always loved spending time with him. And she really hopes to find him.

#Her dad :( #Spoiler alert: he's dead #He died protecting the others escaping and was engulfed in the flames #sam's talky talks #Dr. Carlos Rosette #Patches (OE-256)

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Messy Dr. Rossette stuff. I like drawing guys with long hair sometimes, loll. I think the messy hair thing is something Patches picked up from him dodjeje.

@emiko-chan-is-here you wanted to see some art of him. I'll do some of Newspaper's parents soon and your OC as well! Don't worry!

#My OCs <333 #Dr. Carlos Rosette #sammy's art corner

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Missing

Her business was booming. She did everything she worked for. Everything she had ever dreamed of. It was a business for many things. One that supported women, men, children, those less fortunate, etc. She was so proud of herself. Though, she felt like...something was wrong. Like. This wasn't the end of her story. Like she was missing something. She felt empty. It didn't make sense. She got everything she wanted. Her father was happy for her and she had friends. She was happy. "Hey, Kiddo. What's up? Something on your mind?" Her father asked. Dr. Carlos Rosette. He was a nice man, gentle and caring. But boy, did he have a mean stare. "It's just...Dad, you ever feel like something is missing in your life? Like...like there's supposed to be more?" She asked. "Hm. I don't think so, why?" "That's how I feel!" Penelope said, her eyes filled with a sort of longing. "Odd. Well, maybe you should go out somewhere, maybe you'll find what you're looking for." Her father concluded. Penelope nodded, "Alright. Thanks, Dad. I love you." She gave him a slightly squeeze in her embrace before leaving. "Be safe!" "I will." Maybe she will find her missing thing. But. What even was it? Was it a person? A thing? An animal? She bumped into someone as she walked in front of a café. It always felt warm for her. Like something was there for her all the time. She fell on the floor. "Sorry." She simply said as she got up, looking at the guy. The guy looked back at her, "My apologies. I should've watched where I was going. You're not hurt, right?" He asked her as he helped her up. "No. I'm fine. Don't fuss over me." She said, kind of coldly. "You sure? That seemed like it hurt. Ah, your hand! You've got scratches from the floor." He took her hand and looked over at it. "Here, let me help you." He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and placed it on the bleeding hand. Penelope sighed softly to herself. At least he was being nice. "I'm sorry for that. Uh. Maybe you should head home and get that cleaned. It doesn't seem that bad." "Alright. Uhm, what's your name per chance?" "Oh, it's Franklin." "Penelope." "Nice to meet you. Sorry again for bumping into you, Penelope. I wasn't watching where I was going. My deep apologies." He said. They both looked into their eyes and for them...something felt...right. "I feel like...I know you." Franklin muttered. Penelope nodded, agreeing to the feeling. This felt annoying. But whatever. It felt like her missing thing was him. And it seemed that way for him as well. "Ah, I should go. My wife is waiting for me at home. Farewell, Miss Penelope." Franklin said before walking away. Penelope felt empty again. It made no sense. What did it mean? Was he really her missing thing? How? It felt like romance. Care. Admirational love. Just. Everything in the love aspect at times. How? He was married. There wasn't a way for her to have anything with him. And they don't know each other. She didn't believe it. She just opted to head home and clean her injury. Franklin. It was his name. But... He seemed like he'd go by a different name in preference by the way he said it. Strange guy. She felt the same sometimes. "Oh, I should probably bring Dad the newspaper." She said before heading to a newspaper rack and grabbed one out after putting her quarter in. She looked through it, skimming through some stuff before heading home. "Hey, that Franklin guy is on the newspaper. Hah." She said aloud to herself. She folded it back up and continued to walk.

#They're missing each other -Sam #Yeah in an alternate world they've never met #If the two never had trauma or any other change in their life. They would have never met #My OCs <333 #Franklin “Newspaper” Aristotle #Patches (OE-256) #Penelope Rosette