#OC lore

[cryo-a]

An interview! Been meaning to do one!

1. Sayu from nsr! (Nikki simmons)

2. Soda and jam! Jam is my sister and soda, uhhhhh... Lets just say i found them interesting...

3. Internet yamero hands down. Maybye idol by yoasobi aswell!

4. Uh exuse me- oh right! Clotho and the stargazer!

5. Nah, i stick em in the blorbo box! (Tbh i do ship cryo x soda but more on that later.)

6-7. Hmmmm, im a dimesion traveler but entertainer would work perfectly!

8. Play games or doom scroll. Nothing like sailing upon the sea of comments

9. Ig??? (I shower everyday...?)

10. ... Tbh- [Redacted] huh... Yeah! Of course i do! Im doing good

(there will be a part 2 cuz its 1 am)

Fuck it, OC brain rot won. Get ready for the Secret Ask List

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

2) Who's your OCs best friend? How did they become best friends?

3) What song describes your OC?

4) What song describes your OC and their partner/love interest?

5) Do you ship your OC with a Canon character? If so who?

6) If your OC is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

7) Vice-Versa! If your OC is in the modern day, what fantasy class would they be? Would they be a different race?

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

9) How does your OC handle their physical health? Do they take care of themselves?

10) How does your OC handle their mental health? Do they take care of themselves?

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

12) Does your OC interact with other people's OC? If so, who's their best OC friend?

13) Does your OC have a rival? How did it start?

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

15) Will your OC ever retire? Do you see them making it?

16) How's their relationship with their parents? Are they alive?

17) If your OC has kids, are they a good parent? Do they ever feel guilty if they have to leave them?

18) What are their pronouns? What would they like to be called?

19) What's their sexuality? What's their love language both giving and receiving?

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

21) What song best describes their relationship with their enemy?

22) Fight or Flight? Are they a lover or a fighter?

23) Is your OC reliable? Can I call them up at two in the morning if I have a flat tire?

24) Can they play any instruments? If so, what do they play?

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

27) What's their spirit tamagotchi? Or an animal you associate them with?

28) What clique would they be in? (Draw them in the clothes of said group!)

29) Imagine a mood board for your OC! What's on it? (Make it if you want!)

30) My OC and your OC are friends. This isn't a question. I'm not asking. (How do they respond?)

[stardustspaceway]

please infodump to me about john doe. what's his deal. what's with the eyes. why is he named john doe

I’d be more than happy to infodump about Jonathan Doe ^_^!

His deal?? The eyes? His name?

Poor ol’ Jon is randomly chosen by an eldritch horror to participate in a bet. The bet? Gain a fraction of this god’s power and just see what happens to him. Now he have to live his life with the power of omniscience. Just with a single thought, he can know whatever he wants. (the eyes are just a visual way to show his ability) He’s always watching but he doesn’t mean to… He was kinda fucked up before the omniscience anyway.

His name? His parents just named him that. In a meta sense, it’s just he’s forgettable and boring. A guy you wouldn’t blink twice at. His story has a lot to do with identity and humanity and even tho his name is once used for anonymity or unidentified people, he fights every day of his existence just to be Jon Doe.

here’s some Jon lore writing as a treat ! (Disclaimer: I’m not a writer so it may read more like a script than a story…)

[amalthea-felsblood]

[simplydannie]

Flipping over on his back, his eyes came to rest on a pair of beautiful lavender eyes, “Warm enough?” Vivian smiled. She brought her hand to intertwine with his.

“Now it is.” He leaned in kissing her forehead, his thumb running across her cheek….

- Back to the Underground, Planned Extermination (on Wattpad and A03)

…. She was his light 💔

[demon-apologist]

Nikki for sure <3 She loves funny, silly talks as much as deep and weird takes. Great conversationalist. You'll know she's in a bad mood if she's not talking.

Which OC is easy to talk to?

[tw-ss]

You can ask me questions about this fool if you want lol :^ ))

Additional information: they are the spouses of Morsamore, the deity of love. They have yaoyuri toxic love (??), I hate them ahh

[sleepyhouse2art]

pizza day 26

makes me feel as though i'm a real person things happen to, even though i know i'm not

[cruising-cats]

[alexfreakkkk]

- Sally, i can't-....

- I don't like it either, but we have to wait until it's gone..

- I can't stand it anymore! It's as loud as in the beginning! It's noising since we came here!

- I know. But we have to stand. We have no choice. Or you'd rather live on the street?

- I don't know.. I just.. I just can't....

- SHUT UP! You think i can stand it? I CAN'T! YOU MAKE IT LOUDER! WHY CAN'T ALL THIS UNHOLY SHIT JUST SHUT UP!? AND YOU TOO, YOU'RE NOT HELPING! Dont make more noise!

P.S. they can hear all that is happening(and minds sometimes) + they hear very long and loud noises as hallucination when someone near them is in bad mood. that's why in the church only Jessica could calm them down almost every time they were "failing" because of their blindness. and now they hear this because First and Second are pretty depressed now(sitting in the same room with them), also they hear each other's mood in there

@weirdsillycreature @i-am-xp-64 @ella-the-fella @kandilandofficial guyz sometwo need help-

[vexter-the-comedian]

Garggled cries of agony, terror, and pure desperation is all that could be heard at the bar. Everyone turned to stare at the radio in confusion and disbelief of what they were hearing. A glass shatters against the floor as Tyke suddenly runs out of the bar, ignoring the yelling of the other men. Pushing past some of the customers blocking the door, he rushes straight into his car, not bothering to put on his seat belt, his trembling hands trying to get his keys out of his pocket and into the keyhole. His mind was overrun with anxiety, feeling his chest tighten and his throat closing up. "This isn't happening...it's not, it's not, it's not... " He mumbles to himself, finally able to start the car and immediately speeding off to the studio.

Paramedics were already at the scene, police cars lining the entrance as doctors roll a stretcher out from the studio. A ghostly pale hand pokes out from underneath the covering, and Tyke knows who that arthritis riddled hand belong to. He jumps out of his car, immediately rushing over to the parametric van without a second thought. Officers were quick to grab hold of him, yelling at him to stop, and very controversial threats being thrown around. But he didn't care. Not one bit. Tears start to pool from his eyes, struggling against the officers as he yells out, "DON'T YOU LEAVE ME YA BASTARD! YA CAN'T DIE YET! DON'T YOU DIE ON ME, DAMMIT!! JOHNATHA-!!!"

He was quickly silenced by a harsh wack against the head, still trying to resists, but ending up just being beatened to the ground as more policemen arrived. He watches the van dive off, watching the first friend he ever made slip away from him just like that. Watching the van fade away into the darkness before pleading with the officer who just pulled out a gun to spare him.

Tyke sits impatiently on a chair outside of John's hospitalroom, hugging himself tightly while tapping his foot rapidly against the floor. His thoughts are fogged with worry upon worry. Soon, a nurse calls his name, appearing outside of the door. She manages to snap him out of his anxious daze and glances at her. She approaches him slowly, a somber look on her face that only makes his worries worse.

"I-is he gonna be alright? You- you can still save him, right? He-"

The nurse gently lays a hand on his shoulder as he was about to stand up, sitting him down as she lets out a sigh.

"I'm very sorry...we did out best, but...there was nothing we could've done. I'm sorry, sir..."

Tyke stares up at the woman in disbelief, his hands shaking as he buries his face in his palms. She tries to talk, but he's tuned her out, only thinking about how he just lost his best friend. His own brother. Grief washed over him like a raging title wave, leaving him a sobbing mess in the fairly busy hallway of the ER.

Before Tyke's arrival... [bc I'm evil]

The odd room is bright. Overwhelming bright. A blurry light is all Johnathan could see as he stared up at the ceiling, IV bags lodged within his arms to keep him alive, a heart monitor slowly beeping in sync with his heartbeat. He could hear the beeping slowing down, even feeling his own heart starting to come to an agonizingly slow halt. Tears start to swell up in his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat, but it only makes the pain worse. He looks over to the door, waiting, hoping for someone to come in to at least keep him company on his final minutes. But no one ever did. He stares back up to the fading light of the ceiling, mumbling in between his weak sobs. "....'m scared, Tyke. ...I-I don't wanna die j- just yet. ...'m s-sorry....'m-m sorry fer l-leavin' so soon...." He listens into the heart monitor, feeling himself start to slip away. He could hear nurses burst into the room. If he were still alive, he'd joke about how long they took to get here. Like he always did.

[rainfrog-activities]

January Art Dump

[xkuromix5]

Lore time!!!! :3

Mhm k, so, when Vierla is dating Pete, he obviously wants to show off what a huge catch he has, and showing her to the club somehow made them cause a huge fight, specifically Bill because he doesn’t allow girls to join. When they decided to stop finally it was because Bill didn’t want Pete to show up to any of the meetings anymore if he was still going out with her. Hearing this, she feels incredibly bad for Pete and wants to him to enjoy the things he love. She goes to Bill the next day and asks him to let Pete be unsuspended from the club. He sees this is as an opportunity to rip her off, so he decides that he will let Pete join in their meetings if she agreed to whatever Bill said. She agrees and hooked his pinkie with his, a segment of their promise.

She does what he wanted as to keep Pete in the club. Vierla finds herself a bit miserable with all the weird tasks she had to do and buy some collectibles for him, despite that she finds him funny with his reactions and he started to grow on her more and more. They usually hangout in secret, and talked about whatever and their problems, it seemed like she finally had a friend that understood her (other than Pete) comforting as it seems. Bill couldn’t help that each time they hold eye contact it felt like they were in their own little world together.

There was one night, where Pete got sick, and she didn’t want to go to the pep rally alone, so she asked Bill. Of course he said no at first, but with enough begging he decided to go, and it was cold to where you could see your breath.

After the pep rally, they walked together to her place and the moon was full tonight, where it was just the two of them. She pointed out the moon and talked about how beautiful it was tonight, and he would slightly disagree because how can it be beautiful? It wasn’t even—he started to shut up when the moonlight brightly lit her face, and heat crept up on his face. That’s when he realized. Even thought the moonlight wasn’t beautiful to him, the person in front of him was…Pete felt this way with Vierla, did she always have this affect on people?..He wouldn’t know and he didn’t care. All he wanted was to keep this moment just a bit longer and never let this night to end for them. Unfortunately for him, they made it to her house and she gave him a hug before going inside.

"Thanks for being a great friend..I had an amazing time."

"Sure..whatever.."

He developed a crush on Vierla. Pete’s Girlfriend. Shit.

[nikkaskblog]

[ WOAH!!! NIK IS OFFICIALLY MISSING!!!!! unfortunately that means no more asks coming from our eager friend 😣😣😣; for asks (in character) concerning about nikk’s whereabouts ( “where are you,” “are you doing okay” ) will be answered with just a dot to signify that i indeed see it im not ignoring you heh i swear… HERES A LITTLE PIECE I WROTE!!!”

( mentions of blood & SUGGESTED SA )

fyi no cat was harmed in this 😎 also nikk WILL be back (just with trauma) and i plan on writing a little something to add to this everyday until it eventually ends (probably in a week or so) ]

Keegan’s room was a mess. Door broken, several other items, though mostly glass ones, shattered to pieces. The scarlet hue of blood tainted the shards, its taunting presence splattered all over the room (though not in a large quantity), signifying struggle—clearly Nikk had put up a fight. The sheets of the bed were ruffled, the dampened spots littering the fabric indicating her tears; she was crying, having her face presumably shoved into the pillow for what they hoped was just muffling her cries and screams.

Just next to the pillow settled 5 vertical lines ripped into the sheets; her fingernails.

It couldn’t have been too long ago—just moments before they arrived. The splotches of red barely began to crust into its signature brown color usually left behind, still somewhat wet enough to support that argument.

The TV was cracked, Nikk’s bloody pocket knife, still dripping in thick blood lying idly on the floor. Fortunately, a trail of droplets led them straight to the outside of base, disappearing without a trace just a few feet from the exit—they probably had a vehicle.

Now the question of where she was or how they would find her remained.

( @keegan-askblog @grumpyfuckavenue @shortcakes-askblog , etc )

[ebrofour]

(Updated some Details)

Ebro4 Character Sheet!

Name: _ (Father didn't name it)

Titles: EbroFour.

Nicknames: Ebro, Edro, Euro, Pedro, and any other misspelling of "Ebro"

Age as of 2024: late 50's

Age as of when his story takes place (2005): 40.

Pronouns: HE is HIM. (He/Him)

Sexuality: Heterosexual. (Totally)

Gender: Male.

Species: Human.

Disorders: Narcissistic personality disorder. (He doesn't believe anything is wrong with him).

Religion: Athiest (Yes, he has met gods and is still an atheist out of spite)

Job: Running his Militia Group. Will take up most job positions to maintain cover.

Lives in: Colorado, America, 2024.

Languages: English and French.

Height: 5'9.

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Accent: He talks casually in an Cockney British accent, however when he's trying to speak in more preachy or rude tone, he speaks with a more Shakespearean British Accent.

Voice Claim: Hoxton from Payday 2/3 for his casual, Victor Saltspyre from Vermintide 2 for when he's being a stuck up jackass.

Strengths: He'll play along with your games if they don't directly hurt him or his plans.

Weaknesses: His ego is the size of Kansas. He won't keep his mouth shut, and frankly he enjoys watching people suffer.

Weapons: He always makes sure to pack a handgun.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.

Main Hobbies: Cards, horse racing, really any type of gambling.

Favorite Food: Peaches, Wine, and toast.

Favorite Flower: Mimosa pudica.

Scent: Smoke, peaches.

Handedness: Right Handed.

Blood Color: Red.

Birthday: September 1st, 1965

Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-olf3xtixU

Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/619ir588dsWsqAfpxIzQT3?si=04f537447f28426a

Fun Facts: The title of "ebro" is simply given to who ever is the leader of the Militia. Only Ebro4's father and son (Ebrothree and Ebrofive) are related to him.

Comfort Objects: The only objects that bring him comfort are substances and a small plush bear.

Family:

Zachary Crest (Father) (Dead)

Random Runaway (Mother) (Dead)

Bobby Montague. (Son)

Friends: Grat, Daisy Bell, Several other people.

Romance: Elizabeth Montague (Wife)

Enemies: Just about anyone who's every spited him in any way, Specifically Kriston Bell and Radio Bell.

Brief Personality: Egotistical with a capital E. Always has to be either the best or one of the best at whatever he does, if he can't he downplays the achievement. Finds enjoyment out of others failing or feeling bad, which has resulted in him being very alone.

Brief Backstory: He was born because his father wanted somebody fit to run the Militia. No other reason. Zachary hired some random runaway girl to carry the child, and after tying up loose ends raised the child to be a manipulator and a con artist who would do anything to win. This would result in Ebro4 taking control, but after years of neglect and abuse from his father, starting with the fact he wasn't even given a name till his title of Ebrofour, Ebrofour would kill his father and take over. He vowed not to raise his child the same. He would later accidentally kill his wife because neither of them realized back blast on rocket launchers exist, resulting in him losing on of the last few people who actually cared for him. His relationship with his son has been strained too, given the whole being a criminal thing. One day, Ebro4 found a strange looking book outside his estate. Upon opening it up, he was met with confusion. It appeared to be the exact details of his life up to this point. Curious, he wrote in the book...and it comes true. Ebro4 posses the power to re-write reality. As long as he keeps the book of course.

[porcelain-pines]

God stood in the doorway