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jubilantwriter · 2 years
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Siblings Singlings (SCRAPPED)
(A/N: Originally set before, “She Wears It like Make-Up”, it was meant to establish and introduce Boyfriend’s siblings, Ritz the Rat and Hatsune Miku.  However, I figured the fic was more or less pointless to continue as it didn’t really do much but serve as an over bloated introduction to these two characters who won’t appear as often as implied.  I scrapped it, but I may borrow scenes from it as there are some key character interactions that add more backstory to Boyfriend, Girlfriend, and Pico’s relationship.)
Word Count: 4260
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It was supposed to be a pretty average day for Pico.  He had no hits lined up, his mind was being surprisingly manageable, and he has enough money to last him 'til the end of the month.  It was supposed to be one of those rare days where he didn't depend on his friends to experience an ounce of normalcy.  Even given the batshit insane things that Nene and Darnell sometimes do, it's enough that he can feel like a barely functioning adult, and not some mercenary hiding in plain sight.  And Boyfriend and Girlfriend, bless their stupid hearts, didn't even need to try that hard to make him forget about his situation.  They just had to do one thing, any thing, and he'd forget about how his shitty living situation is less a result of him purposely planning on it to mask his true occupation, and more like a result of him being a young adult thrusted into an economic landscape that's falling to pieces due to capitalism.
Capitalism, ho!
So yeah, it was supposed to be an average day filled with lazy normalcy.  He'd only gotten up to get a few groceries from the nearby grocer, and then he was planning on actually watching some TV and maybe shooting the shit with his friends.  It was supposed to be a really average, chill, normal day.
But of course not.
He almost drops his groceries on the gravelly parking lot in shock, but his mind helpfully supplies that he still needs the food.  Someone comes up to stand next to him and offers a cigarette.  He's supposed to be quitting but...
After quickly balancing all the groceries on one arm, he takes the offered cigarette and allows this someone light it for him.  He takes a drag before blowing the smoke into the air.  Police cars surround the front of the measly complex, his car thankfully nowhere near the parked vehicles.  He glances towards the someone and is not too shocked to see his grizzly landlord inhaling a drag as well.  They both focus on the scene in front of them as law enforcement mills about the lower floor.
"So," Pico begins, "before you ask, I didn't do shit."
His landlord snorts.  "Yeah, didn't think so.  Fucker just up and died without telling nobody."
"What exactly happened?"
"Resident in 1003."  He points to the door with all the activity.  "Haven't seen him in a while.  Guess someone found his body in an alley.  Coppers tracked down his residency to here, now they're snooping around trying to figure out his story."
"Was it murder?"  Pico takes another drag, wondering how the poor son of a bitch ended up dead in an alley.  There's reasons why people end up holing up in some shitty, out-of-the-way, motel-turned-apartment complex with an ass backwards address.  Either they've got something to hide, or they just don't want to be found.  
Of course he checks out for both those reasons.  
"Nah."  His landlord blows out a cloud of smoke.  "Looks like a heart attack, but the medics were still confused.  Didn't seem natural, but there wasn't a sign of a struggle.  No other evidence but the smell of cigarette smoke and an empty carton."
"Huh."  He wonders if he ever saw the man.  Maybe shared a smoke with him on the odd nights he was standing around the parking lot.  A faint memory pops up, but he stomps it to the ground with his cigarette butt.  No use digging around for ghosts he hardly knows.  "Ya think they're gonna leave soon?"
"Nah."  His landlord offers him another cigarette, but he turns it down.  "Think they found something of interest, and now they won't leave."  The older man gives Pico a glance before looking back at the scene.  "I suggest you get outta here before they start knocking at doors."
Shit.  He glances over to his car.  It's out of the way enough that they won't see him enter it, but it'd still be obvious if he just up and drove away in plain sight.  Then again, where would he stay for the night?  
"My car's around back."  His landlord tosses some keys to him and Pico catches them easily.  "Bring 'er back in one piece."
Now it's Pico's turn to snort.  "Never heard of a landlord helping out his tenant before."
"You're one of the few fuckers who even tries to pay rent on time."  His landlord keeps his gaze steadily forward as he smirks.  "And besides, you're one of the more sketchier fucks I've had to take in.  If the coppers knew I'm letting you stay here, they might find it in their ol' power-crazed hearts to try and implicate me in whatever crimes you've committed.  And I don't need to add THAT to my rap sheet."
"Yeah yeah."  Still, he appreciates it and pockets the keys.  "Thanks."
"See ya back in a day or two."  A few police officers scramble into their cars, looking a little too excited about something.  "Or a week."
"Just shoot me a text."  He turns away from his landlord with a wave and heads to the back of the building.
"Lay low 'til then, 'kay, kid?"
"Ya ain't my dad."  He ignores the chuckle his landlord makes and the slight tingle of... momentary camaraderie that bubbles up.  Instead, he finds his landlord's beat up old car and unlocks the door fairly quickly.  He dumps his groceries in the backseat and sits in the front seat, contemplating where he's supposed to go next.  It's not too unusual for him to fly by the seat of his pants when he needs to vacate and hide somewhere fairly quickly, but it is one of the few rare times where he's not in immediate danger.  It leaves his brain slowly sputtering to life as he idly scrolls through his admittedly small list of contacts.  He's sure all of his friends wouldn't oppose to having his sorry ass around for who knows how long (hopefully not too long, he only has the clothes on his back, after all, and he's not aiming to expand his wardrobe any time soon), but still, there's things he needs to take into consideration. 
For example, he's pretty sure staying at Girlfriend's place is just asking for an unsolved murder on his end.  Mostly his murder.  He's not too sure how high up he is on her dad's shitlist, but boy howdy is he not prepared to find out.  So unfortunately, as enthusiastic as he'd imagine she'd be, Girlfriend is out.
Then there's Darnell and Nene.  As much as he loves his childhood friends, he knows they've got some... weird chemistry they're trying to hide from him.  Honestly, he wouldn't be upset if they dated - ecstatic is more likely his reaction.  Whatever reason they want to hide it from him probably has to do with unreasonable guilt.  They always did everything together when they were younger, so maybe excluding him from their relationship probably makes them feel weird.  
Or maybe they just don't want him to know for real because then it'd give him an excuse to cockblock them all the time just for funsies.
The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks it's the latter.  It's got to be the latter.  Now he really wants to bunk with them, but they'd probably just kick his ass to the curb if he gets too annoying.  An unfortunate consequence, as tempting as it is.
...He could risk it though.  He really could.  It'd be so funny.  But nah, there's a chance Nene might convince him to wear... embarrassing outfits actually, so maybe he should do a hard pass on that.  She doesn't need any more blackmail than she already has.
Which leaves him with...
Boyfriend.  
Granted, he doesn't have bad feelings for his ex.  If anything, they've only grown... more positive, to say the least, over the time they've spent reconnecting.  He enjoys spending time with Boyfriend, as irritable as he is.  He hasn't changed much since they were teens, but at the same time he's... grown a lot.
Okay, not really - he's barely grown maybe an inch at most.  But he's definitely gotten a bit more mature.  There's a level of understanding Boyfriend now has, where he quiets down and listens and really puts thought into what's going on.  He didn't do that much when they were younger.  True, he had his own way of being observant and caring, but getting the gist of things usually took him far longer than either of them would have liked.  It resulted in more tears on Boyfriend's end, if he was being honest.  The boy wanted to understand, he really did, but some things just flew over his head no matter how hard he tried to catch them.
(He remembers seeing Boyfriend sitting in the library, fidgeting in his seat as he tried and tried to grasp the meaning of the texts in front of him.  The cyan haired teen scratched at his arms in frustration, only to be stopped by Pico as he took his hands and squeezed them tight.
"It's okay," he remembered saying, "I'll help you figure it out."
"I know," he whispered, one of those rare few times he spoke, "but I want to do it myself too, some day."
"You will, I'm sure of it.")
And he sure did.  A proud smile crosses his lips as he pulls out of the parking lot.  College must have done something for his critical thinking skills, or maybe he honed it after Pico left him.  Whatever the case may be, Boyfriend is a little bit of a better thinker than he was before.  It can't just be his rapping skills and luck that gets them out of hard situations.  
(It can't just be Boyfriend charging boldly ahead when he stops to make sure Pico is okay.  It's not just him being cocky and confident and brash.
It's him trying to help in any way he can, even if he's lacking in some departments.  It's him trying to catch what usually goes over his head, and it's clumsy and he almost drops it half the time, and he doesn't even know what the hell he just caught, but he's trying, he's really trying and Pico can see that.  It's what made him fall-)
Mm, stop.  He can't think about that right now.  Boyfriend has Girlfriend now, and she's sweet, and kind, and silly and stupid and so very earnest, and she's absolutely perfect for Boyfriend.  No way is he getting in the way of their love.  He'd never forgive himself if he did.  Because, after all, between the two of them, who's the most dangerous for Boyfriend to be around?
(She grabbed his arm as he tried to walk off.  This broad was the reason why he was hired in the first place.  His grip tightened on his gun.  
"Thank you," she began, a smile gracing her lip glossed lips, "for sparing him."
"It's whatever."  Pico tried to shrug her off, but she held tight to his arm.  
"I mean it!  You know, Boyfriend talks a lot about you, and I've always wanted to meet you in some way... and I guess I got lucky today!"  
He looked over her shoulder to see Boyfriend waiting patiently on a bench, waving to him with that cocky grin.  Guess he was aware that his girl was clinging to Pico's arm like some kind of fangirl.  "Listen, I don't know what he told you, but I'm pretty sure it was all some kinda exaggeration.  Fuckin' rose tinted glasses kinda shit."
"Rose tinted...?"  He watched as her brain stopped processing in real time before it rebooted with a quick shake of her head.  "I'm not familiar with that saying, but I'm pretty sure Boyfriend was being very honest!"  She squeezed his arm as her smile softened, and his first thought was thinking that he didn't deserve that kind of softness.  "My daddy hired you, right?  To kill him?  That's why you're really here."
He stiffened and yanked his arm out of her grasp.  "That's what I fuckin' told you fools, now leave me alone."
He started walking away when she called out to him once more.  "You're a good person!"
That was enough to freeze him in place.
"You're a good person."  She jogged back up to his side and squeezed his hand this time, earnest and honest and filled with the kind of goodwill most demons shouldn't ever have.  "It takes guts and courage to just turn down a request from daddy.  I know you're risking a lot just by doing this."
He didn't give her an answer, only looking away and ignoring how her eyes seemed to see right through him.  
"You know, he misses you a lot.  Boyfriend, I mean."  She giggled and swung their arms as though they were friends.  He didn't stop her, though.  He just let her have her moment.  "And I've never had many friends.  And you really seem like a nice person.  I just think it'd be nice to hang out with someone as nice as you, y'know?"
"I literally kill people for a livin'."  Still, he didn't shake her off like he did before.  "Not much about me is nice."
"I'm a demon," she giggled, "I think my definition of nice might be different from a human's?"
For someone so stupid, she really had a point.  Goddammit.  "Whatever."
"Here!"  A slip of paper was pressed into the palm of his hand before she released him.  "Those are our numbers.  I don't know if you kept Boyfriend's number or not, but he might still have yours!"
"I changed it," he lied, not wanting to admit that he kept their old texts.  
"Oh."  She actually pouted when he said that, before brightening and taking her phone out.  "Then lemme get your number really quick!"
"I don't think-"
"Please?"  Her earnest eyes made him hesitate from turning her down.  The innocent naivety she exuded was just so...  "I know you're his ex but...  I really mean it when I said I'd like to hang out with you.  Even if we don't become friends in the end, it'd still be nice to have someone on our side."
Her smile became just a little pained, and he remembered what he was hired to do.  Kill off a daughter's boyfriend.  If it'd been any other kind of sleazeball, Pico wouldn't have hesitated. 
But it was Boyfriend.
And Pico knew Boyfriend.
She clearly had some kind of taste, even if it was for an idiot.  He wondered just how many other lovers were offed because of her father's whims.  How many times she'd been left brokenhearted because her father was overprotective.  For a moment, she looked like those kids who sat by themselves at recess.  Shy and lonely, with no one to play with her.
The little boy he thought was dead reached out in his place.  Took his phone and sent a text to her number. 
The smile on her face was the most genuine he'd seen from her that night.  And when he looked up to glance at Boyfriend from behind her, the other man's smile just as bright and hopeful, he knew he'd done the right thing.)
Like hell he's gonna destroy that smile.  There's not much good in the world, but he'll swear on his life to protect her smile even if it's the last thing he ever does.  Which is why, even as he drives off to Boyfriend's place, he's going to keep himself in check and only be homies with the man.  The couple only deserve the best, and the best is each other.  He only hopes that they consider him to be the best man at their wedding when the day comes. 
...Yeah.  That's all he'd like.  
(It hurts to admit it, so he just won't say it.)
He pulls up to Boyfriend's apartment complex.  Compared to his own shitty place, Boyfriend's is the American Dream for young adults in a capitalist world: two bedrooms, a small kitchenette that connects to a small living room area, a single bathroom, and even a small little balcony area for a shitty plastic chair or two.  All the furniture is still intact too, despite being worn through and old as hell.  Grabbing his groceries, he takes the elevator up to Boyfriend's floor and walks to the familiar door he's been dragged through countless times.  It never fails to surprise him how often the couple choose to hang out at his shitty place rather than kidnapping and shuffling him over to Boyfriend's much nicer abode.  
(It never fails to warm his soul when they pop up at his place with wide smiles.  Like they're genuinely happy to be with him.)
A part of him wants to break his door down, like they've done countless times to his door.  It'd be such a dick move, but he always has been kind of a dick.  He contemplates it for a moment longer before checking the time on his phone.
5:34 pm.  Boyfriend is either still at work, or on the way home.  He adjusts the bags hanging off his arm and kicks at the doormat that lays at his feet.  A blatantly obvious spare key glints up at him.
He's got to teach this idiot better hiding places for his spare key.  
Picking it up, he unlocks the-
Uh.  He turns the key again, unlocking the door after mistakenly locking it the first.  Dumbass never locked his door in the first place!  He opens the door, doing a quick look over the apartment.  It looks as messy as ever, but it doesn't look as if anyone rummaged through Boyfriend's things.  He quietly creeps in and keeps his ears alert for any suspicious sounds as he closes the door behind him.  It's quiet in the apartment, asides from the faint sound of pattering across the floor-
P-
Pattering?
Does Boyfriend have a fucking mouse problem in his apartment complex?
He always told him to clean up his messes and now look at this bullshit!  Pico jumps onto Boyfriend's couch, groceries safely clutched to his chest as he looks around the floor for the tiny offenders.  Forget home invaders, mice are the worst kinds of invaders!  He takes his gun, fully intending on shooting the little bastards when he hears a startled squeak and turns to see-
"Jesus, Pico!"
"Ritz?!"  He lowers his gun quickly and holsters it, safety on as the small rat clambers onto the couch.  The orange beanie and pointy shades stay firmly on as the rat climbs up onto the highest point of the couch.  Pico himself settles down and puts the groceries on the ground as he sits.  Now at eye level with each other, Ritz grins as he sits on the top edge of the couch.
"Pico!  I haven't seen you in ages!"
"Same."  He chuckles as he holds a finger out for Ritz to hug.  "Sorry 'bout almost shootin' ya."
"Eh, you didn't pull the trigger so it's all good.  Gives me an excuse to show off how high I can jump now."  Ritz hugs his finger tight and gives it a little nuzzle.  Fucking baby.
"What the hell are ya doin' here anyway?  Thought you were on some kinda sewer adventure, or like a cheese quest."
"Eh, cheese quest was kinda a bust."  The rat releases his finger and sits back on his haunches.  "This other fat rat was real fucking annoying, and I had to give him my cheese, and usually I don't care too much, but when I'm risking tail and limb for this guy, it kinda gets frustrating when he just sits there and demands I feed him."  Ritz shrugs as Pico nods with sympathy.  "So I'm taking a break from it until my patience comes back."
"Fuckin' good, man.  Naggy dicks take the fun outta everything."  
"Word."  Ritz lays flat on the couch edge as he stretches out.  "Why are you here, though?  Last I heard from you, you'd just broken up with Bee and disappeared outta our lives.  Even sis was worried."
"Miku?"  Pico snorts and looks away.  "I thought she'd be happy I stopped dating her lil bro."
"Nah."  Ritz takes off his beanie and scootches closer to Pico with expectant eyes.  Pico rolls his eyes and gives him the head scritches he quietly demands.  "Sis felt bad.  Thought she was the reason why you broke up with Bee."
"Of course she would, Ms. World is Mine."
"She's just protective.  Runs in the fam, bro."
"Yeah yeah."
"So what happened?"  Ritz looks up at him with curious eyes.  "Bee wouldn't tell us."
"I broke up with him."  Pico shrugs and pulls his hand away, willing the intruding memories to go away.  "Your sis was right - I am dangerous.  Still am."  He pats his gun for emphasis.  "I meant to stay outta his life, hopefully keep him outta harm's way like that.  But then he had to go and woo a demon girl and, welp."  Pico pats his chest with a smirk.  "Here I am, like a boomerang of danger."
"Well, I'm glad you're back.  Bee missed you.  A lot."  Ritz puts his beanie back on and sits up.  "So much so that I thought maybe I had to drag you back.  Figured maybe I'd run into you on my cheese quest.  Convince you to come back, even if it was just for a little bit."  Ritz looks up at him and smiles.  "Get my second big brother back and stuff."
Aw fucking shit.
"Yah fuckin' whatever man, now you're stuck with me again."  He picks up the rat and plops him on his hair, keeping the little man from seeing how choked up he is.  Just like old times.  "I'm puttin' my shit away and you're gonna have to deal."
"Groceries?  You bought real food?"
"Yeah- what the fuck does that mean?"
"You know Boyfriend can barely cook!"  The rat gets comfortable in his hair as Pico strides into the kitchenette.  "All he gets is frozen food and takeout."
"Damn, guess ya had the gourmet shit in the sewers, huh?"
"Fuck off!"  Ritz squeaks some nonsense as Pico chuckles, methodically putting his groceries away in a rather lacking fridge.  Boyfriend doesn't even have eggs, the hell?  "Why ARE you here anyways?"
"Gonna be bunkin' here for a while."
"Why?"
"My place is crawlin' with cops.  Gonna lay low for a bit until they fuck off."
"Are you a fugitive now?"
"Nah, just didn't wanna take any chances."
"Does Bee know?"
"Nope."  He shuts the fridge and tosses the bags into a random drawer.  "I take it you're bunkin' here too?"
"Yeah, until I'm ready to go back."  Ritz flops comfortably in Pico's hair.  "Bee said I gotta go though when Girlfriend is over."  
"Oh?"  He smirks at the implications as Ritz gags.
"Yeah, as if I'm gonna stay if they decide to bone or whatever."  
"Have you had to leave yet?"
"Only a couple of times."  He can feel Ritz shudder in his hair.  "I mean, she's a nice lady and all, but I don't wanna be around when they do the nasty, ya feel?"
A laugh rips through Pico as Ritz sounds genuinely disgruntled by the memory.  "Yeah, okay."  He walks them over to the couch as he sinks into it.  It's not his beat up shitty one, but it'll do.  Ritz skirts about on his head, before leaning over his face and making Pico go cross eyed.
"Hey, did you bring anything else with you?"
"Nah, just groceries."
"...Don't humans need like, more than one set of clothes?  Toothbrushes and stuff?"
"I'll manage.  I'm sure he's got some spares and shit."
"Even clothes?"
"Yeah."
"But you're bigger than him."
"Where's his favorite shirt?"
"...Are you gonna stretch it?"
"Fuck yeah."
"It's in his bottom drawer, left hand side.  Hurry hurry!"
But before either of them can get a move on, a rattling at the door gets their attention.  Ritz squeaks in surprise as Pico reaches up and gingerly grabs the rat as he lays back on the couch.  Placing the rat on his chest, he folds his arms behind his head and waits for the door to open.  Not a second after he laid down, the door bangs open as a familiar voice speaks in broken Japanese.
"Dakara, onee- shut up!  Iyaiyaiya, omae wa- no!  You're so annoying!  Ugh!  Okay, you know what- beep!  Bap bowai!  Beep skidap bo bwah bwah bwah!  Bada boop skida wap bwap boo-"  There's a pause before a triumphant cackle rolls through the air as keys jingle idly.  "Ritz!" Boyfriend calls out, drawing closer to the couch, "Ba doop bada Miku-"  His words fall to a halt as he leans over the back of his couch, eyes meeting Pico's amused ones as he's stunned quiet.
"Sup," Pico quips with a smirk, "sounds like you and your sis still annoy each other-"
"Pico!"  Boyfriend practically slides down his couch to wrap his arms around Pico, the ginger holding him up and shielding Ritz.
"Watch it- WATCH IT!  You're gonna smash Ritz!"  
The rat in question quickly rolls off Pico's chest and onto the floor.  A quick jump and a fart has him propelled high enough to reach the table instead, seating himself with a grin as Boyfriend plops inelegantly onto Pico.  Pico grunts from the impact as Boyfriend props himself up with a smile.
"Pico!"
"Yeah, shit, that's me.  Get off!"
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clownhara · 4 years
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I've been following you for a while but I dont know all that much about your OCs so how about a big resume of them all?? :DDD
I haven't really posted much about them on this account until recently so that doesn't really suprise me 😅 but yeah I absolutely can! Warning though this is going to be unbelievably long
I guess I should start off with Zensuke because he is THE gay purple cat. I named this blog after this guy. I made him when I was probably like 12-13 or around there so he had all the things you'd expect a repressed edgy kid's of to have. He was basically a demon who managed to get out of thier world's equivalent of hell and instead of doing anything evil he just made cake and got married to the guard who was supposed to kill him. I don't really do much with him anymore but I still love him very much.
Corbinian is probably the character I talk most about and he's the one I edit to fit into different worlds the most. He was a normal doctor but he got his memory wiped by robots and ended up working as an executioner for the robotic mafia, but eventually got caught and had to hide out in Lobotomy (he was originally a Lobotomy Corp oc) where he discovered he can extract abnormality dna and with some altering the dna can be injected into humans causing a variety of different mutations and effects. He's usually very heartless and manipulative, but does have a soft spot, usually for anxious, soft spoken people, who subconsciously remind him of his brother (who is a friends if so I can't really get into him). He also was given a variety of nicknames by the higher ups, like Corb, Corn chip, Corb on the Orb, or just Corn. Je
Corble is the result of Corb trying out human cloning. He has the same general appearance as Corbinian, but with purple hair (hence the name, because he's porble corb) that's styled differently. Since the experiment was technically a failure Corb was going to kill him, but Corble was really sweet and innocent and Corb basically went "well great guess I adopted my clone then". Corb stopped messing with cloning but adores Corble.
Might as well get all of my Lobotomy ocs out of the way. Oliver is the first Lobotomy oc I ever made, which is funny because I may or may not constantly forget that he exists. Oliver is basically a five year old kid in an adults body, and I mean that literally, because his parents basically locked him in a room and ignored him so his mental age is basically that of a kids. He's very mischievous and loves pulling pranks on people, most of which are harmless. Unless it's Corb, whom Oliver gates with a passion. Then it's thinly veiled murder attempts disgusted as pranks. He loves Fairy tales, and only works with fairy tale abnormalities because he panics with any other kind. Only one person in the entire facility can even put up with him, and that's Mabel.
Mabel is trans lesbian who can find the good in almost anyone. She's optimistic, bubbly, and has a great sense of humor. She tends to get really flustered around women though. Is it obvious I kinda projected onto her a bit? Because I did. If she wasn't in Lobotomy she'd definitely be a streamer. I'm just now realizing I basically made snapcube before I knew who that was. Whoops.
Up next is Adam! Adam is quiet, nervous, and honestly just prefers to not be noticed. Their ability to almost seamlessly blend into thier surroundings is astounding. Most people (me included) tend to just forget they exist. Which honestly is funny because they end up dating the loudest, most cocky person in the entire facility. Adam loves horror movies and spicy food.
Kieth is the loudest, most cocky person in the entire facility. He's the adopted son of a sephirah and the leader of the Rabbit team so that much is unavoidable. He's quick to anger, blunt, and tends to underestimate other people. However, he's also loyal to a fault, and willing to back his friends up no matter what. He feels like his mom's are expecting him to live up to expectations that he can't (and that they don't have but he doesn't realize that), so he's constantly throwing himself in harm's way to desperately try to prove to them that they made a good investment by adopting him or die trying. His two passions in life are collecting weapons and tending to rabbits, two of which he managed to train to sit on his shoulders and attack people. Despite being total opposites he loves Adam very much and will endure any horror movie with them, even if he's a huge scaredy cat.
Damien doesn't gave that much development, unfortunately. He came from a very religious household, moved out, and frequently gets possessed by an abnormality who makes him act like a cryptid. Totally normal stuff. He also went to law school.
Zephyr is a very, very serious individual. They've got a completely monotone color palette, speak either in short, blunt sentences or long, fanciful paragraphs with no in between, and tend to come off as cold and stiff. They're completely devoted to work, which is how they managed to become a captain. Despite this, they're very kind and caring, but unfortunately rarely get to show that side of themselves unless it's with Jamison, thier partner, both in crime and in the romantic sense. They also have a love/hate relationship with Owen, basically openly hating his guts but also enjoys thier banter and would hate if anything genuinely awful happened to them or his family.
Jamison is the complete opposite of Zephyr. He's an open book, very colorful, and tends to slack of when Zephyr isn't looking. Not on purpose, he just tends to get distracted most of the time. He's quite popular because he's very cheerful, which is rare in the higher ranks of Lobotomy. He'd absolutely die for Zephyr, and us usually the one who patches thier wounds. He really doesn't like Owen and thinks thier a pain in the ass, but keeps that to himself most of the time.
Owen is..... Interesting. I kinda went buck wild with him not gonna lie. He's one of the oldest son's of the God of Nightmares and Fire, an absolute agent of choas, and a campy fashion nightmare. But... I love them. They're both unbelievably obnoxious and also very caring. He's the kind of character you'd love but also hate at the same time. He also ended up becoming the God of Death in one timeline. If he wasn't God they'd probably run makeup guru/cursed amsr YouTube channel. Honestly he'd still run those as a God though. Also gender is a toy store and Owen is a kid who broke in after dark and is running along pushing all of the assorted genders into a cart while laughing maniacally (they use any pronouns but I stuck to just he/him they/them for this little snippet)
Alright, Lobotomy ocs done. Up next is.... Ugh... Octavious. He's originally a Danganronpa oc, the shsl gossip, and he was made to be a villian and by God does it show. He's the most fake, back stabbing, two faced character I've ever made. He's also the most one dimensional, which was actually intensional. He has no personality beyond being a petty, lying bitch, so when he runs out of lies and rumors to spread he goes into an existential crisis about how he has virtually no identity until he makes some new lie up about some random person. He's also abusive towards his younger sibling Aspyn, whom he has both physically and emotionally scarred. And, the icing on the "fuck this guy" cake, he's incredibly obsessive over his "wife" Melissa, who wants nothing to do with him and never even dated him, let alone married him. Basically he's a horrible, lying, abusive stalker. He also dresses exclusively in eye burn pink since the most poisonous bugs are usually brightly colored. Fuck Octavious, all my homies hate Octavious.
Next is Melissa, who honestly wasn't much better before her arc. She was raised to believe that in order to truely succeed in life, you have to ensure others fail. She, unfortunately, took that advice to heart. Get arc consisted of learning that we all can succeed together and that actively fucking other people over just made her an awful person, so she changed her behavior and tried to help people from then on out. She's incredibly meticulous, organized, and really smart. She still has issues trusting, but she's getting better. She has a crush on Octavious's younger sibling, but absolutely despises Octavious.
Aspyn is a quiet, caring individual who has no confidence both due to Octavious and just how they were raised. They are an incredibly skilled doctor, however, managing to perform amazingly in several different fields. They are, however, very defensive about thier passions, quick to insult anyone who questions them, mainly due to Octavious. They have a huge crush Melissa, but is to afraid to ask her out. Also they wear an eye patch because Octavious messed up one of thier eyes.
Hooo boy where to start with Edward. He's really inconsistent between universes, but the main constants are his power (he can trade bodies with people), him and Max getting together, him being a huge bookworm, and somehow he usually ends up being my self inserts dad???? Hos other aspects tend to change. Sometimes he's a power hungry megalomaniac who's trying to take over the world and will crush anyone and everyone who gets in his way or isn't useful to him, using his power evily to stay young forever by trading bodies with his kids and killing them when they're in his body. Other times, he's a fairly calm, if not a little cold, man whos biggest crime is the occasional tax evasion, who's power is more of a curse, causing him to stay alive forever through a series of unfortunate coincidences. Either way he's fun to write
Max is one of my favorite characters. He loves baking, his friends and family, he isn't too bright but no one holds that against him. Unfortunately, no matter which side of Edward it is, he's hopelessly in love with him, which can lead to his downfall. He's very protective of his cousin Heron, and tries to protect the innocent, which he usually doesn't end up doing thanks to evil Edwards manipulation. I also somehow failed to mention he's a plant man and flowers sprout wherever he walks and he can control plants but I couldn't find a good way to fit that in naturally.
Heron is half a plant man, in the worst possible way. He has rose vines instead of blood, which feels exactly how you think it would. Magic keeps his alive luckily, but it's unbelievably painful. Most of him and Max's family died when they were young, and unlike Mac who ended up on the streets, Heron ended up in an orphanage, where he learned at a young age that he shouldn't get close to anyone because if he does, they'd die. He genuinely believes that, and the only person he thinks is immune, is his cousin Max, who he even still expects to drop dead. Heron mainly fights by breaking his skin so his vines will grow rapidly and trap and kill his attacker, which looking back is uh. Kinda symbolic. I didn't do that on purpose but it fits
Eden is an angel, who was outcasted from heaven after being framed for a crime they didn't commit. They don't understand how humans work, but is trying thier best to fit in. He's one of the few beings Heron trusts, and even still Heron doesn't trust them much because of Eden's ability, being able to control holy flames. Eden is stoic and aloof, with an odd sense of humor. He insists that him baking using his holy flames is a form of training. Despite them claiming to be above human emotions, they very much are not above them and he is actually quite emotional.
Avocado is one of Herons old friends, who fell victim to Herons "luck" (aka they died). They are a drider (basically spider centaur) who came from a large family of drider thieves. They are very quiet and kind, which they use to thier advantage, since one would thing they'd steal small objects from people's houses or pickpocket them, which Avocado very much does. While they're fairly weak in combat thier thieving skills are not to be underestimated.
Grape is Avocados older sibling, and they are very serious and quite rude. Grape wants to kill Heron to avenge thier sibling, but ends up getting caught robbing the wrong person and ends up having to join the person's kids adventuring party.
Apple is the oldest drider sibling, and ends up taking a motherly role for all of the younger kids. They had to grow up incredibly fast, and has to make all of the hard decisions in place of thier dying father. Desperately needs a break.
There's more spider siblings but there isn't much info on them
Both Sherry and Theodore Poser are mainly just there because I have them really fun designs and don't really have a personality. Sherry's kinda hard to draw though
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