Screenshots of Cartoon Network’s new short, Villainous. It’s about
an evil organization called “The Black Cat Organization”, the organization is led by a character named Black Hat, an elegant, cunning
and wicked man. Helping Black Hat with his evil plans is Dr. Flug, who’s
a scientist that has a tendency to get nervous. Black Hat’s assistant
is Demencia, who loves to destroy things for fun. Last but not least,
there’s 5.0.5, a failed experiment by Dr. Flug, an adorable teddy
bear-like creature and is the complete opposite of being evil.
I just found out this last night and I already starting to like it. Black Hat reminds me of Mike Schmidt from Five Nights at Freddy’s and Murdoc Niccals from The Gorillaz. As for his scientist Dr. Flug, he reminds me of Jeff. Demencia is like Marceline and Amethyst into one.
Anyway, I hope it gets a TV show of it’s own someday. If we live long enough to see it.
Let’s talk for a bit, because I’ve known about this for a while and I think now’s a good time to explain how I feel about using music not originally written for OC’s. This might be a lengthy read, because it’s personal. This vid was one of the first to use Tokyovania as Ink Sans’ theme.
I absolutely love when music can be associated with a character. I think it’s magical when a track makes you think of something you love or enjoy, and I love seeing messages or comments that I track I wrote would fit someone’s OC, because it feels special. Originally, this video was meant to be a tribute, with my track as the proposed theme, and I didn’t worry about it. After all, I didn’t write Tokyovania for Ink Sans, I wrote it for personal reasons, and I was sure most would understand that.
After a few months, it started to catch on for some reason that this indeed was written for him. A few other tribute vids were posted, and my name was nowhere to been seen as the artist of the track. On some videos, the name was also changed to Inklovania. The “Tokyo” was just erased, on a song containing the melody of “Tokyo Teddy Bear”, an incredibly special track I adored in 2014-2015.
Back then I was in high school. It was me against the world, and I had two friends. Things became rough around September in 2015, and I’ll keep the events hidden because they’re not something I need a reminder of. By December I was alone, and I had nowhere to turn but to music. I walled myself off and focused on composing, and being quietly alone all the time eventually led to the idea of Undertronic.
It was around this time that I decided to compose a remix of Tokyo Teddy Bear, as it’s a song I associate with wishing I could be anywhere else when things aren’t great. Seeing as I was also remixing Undertale at the time, I thought I’d combine it with another track, as a particular character was also in the same situation as I was, in terms of emotion.
In short, it was a special little remix to me and it would stay that way until Ink Sans became involved. Like I mentioned, I love when others use my music for OC’s, but I started to realize there was something wrong when I was accused of stealing this theme from Ink Sans, that it solely belonged to him, that I didn’t write it and I was a terrible person.
And the list goes on and was almost constant. To many, I’ve been disregarded as the artist of the track because “It doesn’t matter who wrote it,” and nothing hurts more to a musical artist than having a personal song be taken, even accidentally, from you and it suddenly becomes something else. The meaning behind the song no longer matters, and no matter what I do, this song will always be known as his theme.
It feels like a inconceivable back-stab knowing that literally millions believe this is his theme. I don’t even want to know how many would believe I stole the track from an OC, as if an actual artist doesn’t exist and the track magically created itself. Months went by, then a year went by, and I was very bitter about this track and the accusations I kept receiving. Finally I decided to write a response, and this response was “Tokyovania Control.”
I wrote in the description that I didn’t like the old Tokyovania. This is only partially true. I loved it for what it represented to me, I hated it for how I was being treated because of it.
If you may have noticed, I included new lyrics for Tokyovania Control. It was a slightly hidden, but direct message to how I felt, and it started at 0:53. Breakdown of the meaning is in the brackets.
How’d I get this feeling? [How’d it come to this?] I am running from this beauty, [I am running from Tokyovania.] Misunderstood or [It’s been misunderstood what the track is about.] Whom it’s made for? [Who was the track made for? Even I’m not sure now.] There’s no purpose, [The song has lost its original meaning.] Words are worthless. [Explaining/arguing won’t do anything.] Well, it’s still charming. [I still adore the track though. It was special to me.] I’d say “Sorry.” [Sorry, it was my mistake to let harsh words harm me.] “My mistake to let it harm me.” “Pardon my writing.” [Pardon my music, I’m sorry I got in your way, I should be thankful that this track is loved right? Indeed I am selfish for believing my name should be next to Tokyovania.] Though it hurts, it still sounds special taken from me, “Heh, oh well.” [Though it hurts, Tokyovania still sounds special taken from me. There’s nothing I can do now, so oh well.]
It was hidden well, and I didn’t expect anyone to catch on. And I was right, no one figured out why these lyrics were added or what they meant.
So no, I still don’t mind when a track I write is used for an OC’s theme. I only mind when I become non-existent as the producer, because “Who cares who wrote it, just enjoy the music.” I also mind when I am repeatedly told my work doesn’t belong to me, and I’m a horrible person for stealing a theme that belongs to an OC.
It’s one of the reasons I tend to include signature melodies in my music now. I don’t want to be forgotten or disassociated with my work. I don’t want to be told I don’t deserve to be the artist. Is it annoying? To some it is, but it’s a hell of a lot better than going through another Tokyovania situation. Having a track recognized by millions as an OC’s theme scares me much more than having someone simply steal the track, and nothing is worse to a musician than being repeatedly told my work doesn’t belong to me anymore, it belongs to an OC, and I’m scum for thinking otherwise.
I suppose what I’m trying to say, is be careful when you decide to pick songs to represent OC’s or AU’s. You may think no harm will be done, but it’s impossible to tell if something will take off. I don’t think this has ever been discussed before. I haven’t seen any musicians write about this, or share their thoughts. But I am friends with many of the Undertale remixers, and it’s sad to see that this has also been happening to one of my best friends Kamex with his “Your Best Friend” remix:
His music is gorgeous. He’s so kind & doesn’t deserve to be treated this way. If the remix is titled “Undertale Remix”, that does not mean it is an AU Remix. It is a remix for Undertale. But because this theme was used in an AU theme compilation video, the track apparently belongs to Underfresh. Again, no artist apparently exists and track magically created itself. Even worse, he feels he needs to prove it, so far as to say he has the project files if he needs to show it. To some, he’s not even respected as the producer. If you understand how I feel with Tokyovania, you can imagine how he feels as well.
Even Inktale’s creator recognizes Tokyovania as a theme for Ink, though it’s probably accidental.
Which makes me feel even more guilty, because I hate bringing people down. And knowing this wasn’t written for the AU will probably be a disappointing let-down.
So that’s about it, I thought I might as well share my thoughts, now that it’s almost been a year since this has been going on.
On another note, I’ve been working on something for Dusttale and Outertale. The Dusttale track will probably be the next vid, I dunno.
[Edit: I took a look to see if there were any comments marked as held for review, and the first one I find is-]
Hello? 911? Yes, I’d like to report a robbery. Yes, my life has been stolen by one gigantic teddy bear man, one adorable bouncy man in an array of different coloured “BORG LIFE” t-shirts, and one teeny tiny cute-as-a-button man who is high a lot of the time.
Like literally. Parting ways before class, greeting each other before, during, and after school, passing a test, and just because.
Like bear hugs.
Where he’ll part his legs so your feet stand between his and he wraps his arms around you while yours go around his waist.
Slow, romantic sex.
Waiting a long time before you first did it.
But he can also be vv dominating in the bedroom (or wherever you guys do it).
Like on top, choosing positions, being in charge.
Enjoys seeing you on top though.
Like the cheeky shit would just lay there with his hands behind his head, grinning madly at you.
Winks. Like he winks at you all the time. Whether he’s made an inside joke to someone who doesn’t understand, or something dirty has been said, or he sees you across the room or hallway.
Bangs his head on everything.
“Oh my god.” You sigh. “The fridge door? Again?!”
He pouts and gives you the puppy dog eyes a lot.
You give in.
Random dates all the time.
He gives you little gifts every now and then. Like flowers or chocolates or your favourite food or a bag or jewelry, etc.
GRINS AND LAUGHTER.
He’d be such a fun and adventurous boyfriend. There would be so many weird meme text marathons at 3am and he’ll send you the link to ‘Darude - Sandstorm’ with the caption ‘OMG I JUST FOUND THE BEST VIDEO’ and you’ll be annoyed that he just memed you, but then you’ll get him back in a wicked way of your own.
He’s such a teddy bear, and adore cuddles. Just laying in bed or on the floor or outside on the grass, he loves it all.
Sterek fandom, please
gather around me. I have to talk to you about something extremely important.
Because today my friends, I
discovered that something called the “Teddy bear hospital” exists.
And it’s even more adorable than you can
(It’s actually a French association, where
parents bring their kids, who then have to find with the doctor what’s wrong
with their favorite toy, check all the boxes on a chart with different
diseases, then bring the teddy bear to the dentist, the radiologist, the
It’s mainly to teach kids not to be afraid
of doctors and hospitals, and help kids that have to spend a lot of time in
hospital understand what really happens there. The doctors are all medicine students,
and like my sister, mainly dying inside from the cute)
Now can you imagine Sterek in that?
Stiles pushing the stretcher with the
little bear on it, one paw wrapped in bandages because they suspect broken
bones. Stiles following a little girl with really clear eyes and actual pigtails,
smiling like a crazy person because of how cute
the kid is, pointing decidedly at the different doors for her teddy bear’s next
And on the other side of the stretcher,
Derek, the uncle/single dad, slowly melting in a puddle of besotted goo because
of this guy in his doctor blouse, with the moles, and the smiles, and listening to freaking teddy bear’s heartbeat.
Stiles and Derek, the medical students that
meet during the event. Derek being the surgeon (because he’s kind of worried
about handling kids) (and of course he’s amazing and the kid adore him but he
worries anyway because he’s big and scary and Laura told him he has too much
eyebrow for one person).
Stiles being the charming radiologist, that
comes into Derek’s surgery room clearly to torture him. Because he comes in
with the most radiant smiles (and Derek always smiles back, even if they have
seen each other thirty times already and even if he still doesn’t know the guy’s
name) and a kid clutching at his hand, before helping them into little surgeon
outfits. Derek can’t even look at him directly; it’s that stunning a view. He
doesn’t understand how someone that must spend 23 hours a day studying and
leaving on junk food can glow so
Stiles and Derek are single parents that
bring their kids to the Teddy bear hospital, and both get promptly sent to the
waiting room by their independent four and five years old.
They both meet in
the waiting room, where they are the only one not enjoying these few moments of
freedom, but pacing all over the place like trapped animals. Both of them have really bad memories of hospitals,
and they bond ver it after buying their fourth coffee in the vain hope of distracting
They get caught making out in a supply closet by a nurse. Both of
their kids give them very disappointed looks.
Laura bringing Derek there without any explanation. Because she’s 6 months pregnant, and Derek will be there to see
his nephew coming into the world, hospital phobia or not.
So Stiles raises his eyes from his planning
to find that the little Derek is in fact one big, strong ball of muscles, pale
eyes and blushing cheek, and closer to thirty than 3. Stiles immediately decides to forgets the “only kids from 3 to 8″ rules and calls dibs (because he saw Jeanine’s
Derek may well be a weirdo, but he’s a beautiful one. Who mumbles when his sister kisses him on the cheek and actually resists
for a few seconds before handing Stiles the teddy bear. It’s absolutely
Then Stiles starts the list of fake diseases and diagnoses a bad burn on the
bear, when he catches Derek’s
expression. The man looks completely broken and sad, and trying very hard and badly to hide it.
So Stiles backpedals so
hard he physically gets back, hands in the air, and changes his diagnosis to a sprained paw and a bellyache.
For the hour long visit, all of Stiles’ colleagues look at them both with bewildered
eyes. Derek looks hounded, head hunched and either fixed on his
shoes, between embarassement and real anxiety. He stay close to Stiles, and Stiles looks at his beautiful face and marvels.
Sometimes, Derek even takes notes.
Stiles is madly in love after forty five
I don’t know I don’t have the time to write this, but if someone feels like it, please, pleeeease tag me in it.
Your boyfriend, Damon pissed you off so you decided to go to your friend, Elena’s house to cool off and vent a little. She is dating his brother, Stefan and has never been a fan of Damon because she thinks he’s a ‘dick’. But whatever, she saw how happy you are with him and although he can be a complete asshole to people, he was always good to you.
For the time being, both you and Elena sat on her couch, did some venting here and there, then, watched a movie while eating whatever junk food she had in her cupboard.
You two were enjoying the movie until a loud knock comes from the front door. Elena gets up to answer the door and was surprised to see that it’s Damon. Before she can get a word out of her mouth, he whispered, “can I just speak to Y/N please?”
Elena rolled her eyes at his question, then mouthed, ‘fine’ and called for you. “Hey Y/N! It’s for you!” Once she saw you get up, she walked away towards her kitchen to wash the dishes.
Walking up to the door, Damon casually had one hand behind his back and the other relaxed straight down. The first thing you did was try to close the door on his face but he dodged it by pushing the door with his hand. “Baby, come on. You can’t still be mad at me?” Damon tries to be cute by pouting and using puppy dog eyes but you didn’t fall for it.
“Of course I’m still mad. I was waiting at The Grill like a fool only to find out that you forgot all about our date! This is the second time, Damon!” You yelled, crossing your arms in disappointment.
“I know I know.” Damon put his free hand up in defense. “I promise you it won’t happen again. And you know what? Forget The Grill, how about we go somewhere else? Somewhere…better!”
“You promise?” You asked in a demanding tone.
“Yes.” Damon smiles, then reveals a teddy bear he’s been hiding behind his back. “And teddy promises too.”
He sounded very promising and since you’re so crazy in love with Damon, you chose to forgive him. You also thought his little teddy bear trick was adorable too.
ISTJ: Smartest people, but don’t realize it. Hella scary when pissed off.
ISFJ: Adorable little teddy bear that will try to act macho.
INFJ: So rad but so sad. Master of sarcasm and late-night epiphanies.
INTJ: An evil genius that just wants to be loved. Will deny.
INTP: Smartass that sells home-made bombs for cash. Will deny.
INFP: Wants to make friends, doesn’t know how. Extremely poetic.
ISFP: Wants to find true love, doesn’t realize that it’s right there. Turns to art.
ISTP: The one that is quiet, but when speaking, you realize they are hilariously sadistic.
ESTP: Flirt that will do whatever if dared, but will also pretend that horror movies don’t scare them.
ESFP: Will either party or refuse to while playing XBOX live with friends. Will pretend to fight you.
ENFP: The most optimistic badass you will ever meet.
ENTP: Enjoys fucking shit up with the other signs. Will fight you.
ENTJ: Charming but scary and overbearing.
ENFJ: Sweetest people ever. Actually mom.
ESFJ: The cool aunt that will hook you up with a cutie.
ESTJ: Wants to be the boss, is a little scared. Lots of angst. Funny to watch.