#oc: corinne

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corinne from house fournier

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Hurls my Caitvi fankid agenda at you ft. Corinne and Cassandra Kiramman (II) Their older iterations circa 22 and 19 They're totally shit talking btw. Also you can read about them here if you want: 'echoes across time'

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what is she staring at??

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Hbd Damien you beautiful beautiful man!! Idk if u recall @theladyofshalott1989 but I asked u a while back what outfit you would see him in and u said pirate and that's when I knew I had to...💗 Though idk maybe he looks more like a sailor than a pirate here Still hope u like it u//u 👉👈

(Refed this pic of Orlando Bloom from the Pirate of the Caribbean)

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fallout moodboards i made kind of recently <3

Benny

Dean Domino

Arcade Gannon

Old World Blues

Paladin Danse

plus my ocs :3

Daisy (fnv)

Chip (fo2)

Inez (fo2)

Mars (fnv)

Kit (fnv)

Jolie (fo4)

Flynn (fo4)

Libby (fo3)

Graves (fo3)

Orson (fo3)

plus BONUS: Daisy x Benny <3

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i <3 designing new characters.. this is samir hes 17 and hes got no idea what hes doing in life

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Day 7 || “Alternate Timeline Self”

TW: Character death, descriptions of violence

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“What did you…” The boy’s voice echoed hauntingly, a thousand voices overlapping within it, screeching with static noise. It was a chorus of the damned, every soul the man had taken, every plea for mercy, every broken cry to please, please don’t kill me, spare us, I’m begging you, all coming back to haunt him. It was his very worst fear, and it was kneeling right in front of him. “What did you do?” 

Jeremiah stepped back nervously, stumbling over his feet. His hands shook, the blood dripping from them suddenly a searing fire upon his flesh, poisonous and deadly.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go at all. 

This mission was all Jeremiah had waited for. 

With rumours spreading like wildfire throughout the Congregation, Jeremiah had heard a lot of things in the past decade about their cause, how close they really were to succeeding. A centuries-long battle; a nation that had been building and growing and biding their time, of course there was excitement when it seemed like things were finally going to come to an end, where they’d reign victorious above the rest. There were whispers about how the Alliance was growing weaker and weaker with every passing day, spreading themselves thin for every fight that broke loose, losing more fighters than they were gaining. With the government dismantled, there were no regulations, no more rules or order, the police force reduced to nothing when compared to the combined brute force of the church’s power. The country was in shambles, the general public sent into a panic, hoarding supplies and attempting to flee, all concepts of organization or balance long forgotten. 

Eden was falling apart itself, with every one of their little obedient mutts running off or falling dead. With no soldiers to hide behind, the company was crumbling, giving the Congregation every opportunity to rise above. 

It was the perfect time to strike. 

Jeremiah had been going on mission after mission, exhaustion wearing him thin, his control slipping through his fingers as he was wrung dry by the constant fighting.

He almost hadn’t gone on this mission, if not for the damned tip.

Rumours spread fast. And the rumour that the infamous Atlas Zieliński would be making an appearance on this very mission had come to him almost instantly. 

An anonymous tip.

He wouldn’t have gone, if it weren’t for Zieliński. 

Atlas Zieliński had taken everything from him. His life, his future, his pride. His brother. Alastair was the one thing he had promised to him, the one thing that brought light into his normally grim world. Alastair was the one person he was so desperate for, the person he was supposed to have at his side, fighting next to him. 

But Zieliński had stolen him. 

And for that, Jeremiah would never forgive him. 

The plan was simple. Get rid of Zieliński, make sure the body was never discovered ��� a casualty to an uncontrolled, raging battle, one that could be easily written off as the work of Eden, one that his naive little brother wouldn’t think to question. Then, he’d leave. He’d take his daughter and his brother and the three of them would be their own little family, no more war, no more fighting, no more of anything.

Once Atlas Zieliński was out of his way, he’d have nothing to worry about. He could have his family. He could have his life back.

Everything would be perfect.

He had found the man on the battlefield, warding off soldiers from both sides, his movements fierce and intentional, blood staining the ground where he stood. 

Killing him had been easy. The man was a coward; weak, pathetic. Backing away from Jeremiah, as if he could escape. Like Jeremiah would ever let him get away. He hadn’t tried to fight back, hadn’t attempted to raise his weapon up towards Jeremiah. He had simply narrowed his eyes, barely dodging the blows, almost as if he accepted it. 

Jeremiah was in too much of a bloodthirsty frenzy to care. 

Atlas Zieliński was his sworn enemy, the man that had torn apart his life, that had stolen his baby brother from him, that had held him hostage and whispered lies into his ear, filling his head with nonsense, alienating him from his own big brother. 

He had turned Alastair against his family, his real family, and had tried to turn the brothers into enemies, forced to stand on the opposite sides of the battlefield.

Zieliński had to pay. 

Jeremiah felt no regret as he killed him. Not as he crouched over the man, one hand squeezing around his throat, the other tightened into a fist. Not as he delivered blow after blow, a pure fury crackling inside of him, as he pounded Atlas’ Zieliński upon every inch of his life. Not as blood splattered his face and Zieliński’s face became disfigured and misshapen. Not as the man underneath him went still, the light fading from his eyes.

It was only as he stepped back from his work, standing with a certain satisfaction that nothing else would ever give him, did he feel fear course through his veins, shaking him to his very core.

Because as he stepped away from the desecrated remains that were once known as Atlas Zieliński, a guttural roar cut through the battlefield. A roar that could only belong to one person. The very person that Jeremiah had been counting on not coming. 

“Atlas!”

There were tears streaming down Alastair’s face before he even found his way to the man’s side, inky black smearing down his cheeks. He knelt at his side, hesitating for a brief moment before softly cupping the caved-in head of Atlas Zieliński, holding it oh so tenderly, as if he believed there may be a possibility in which his friend may still be alive. As if there was any life left in that battered, bloody figure.

Jeremiah had watched, frozen in time, as his baby brother hugged the corpse he had just left haphazardly on the reddened ground. He watched as he whispered little sweet nothings, as he sobbed and as he promised: It’s going to be okay. We’re going to get you home and everything will be okay. 

He watched as Alastair wailed and clung to his sworn enemy as if he were the most important thing in the entire world, as if nothing else had ever mattered. He watched in a sort of silent awe, his voice suddenly caught in the back of his throat. 

No.

Alastair wasn’t supposed to see. They hadn’t told him Alastair was going to be here. Why was he here? Why, after everything, was it always Zieliński that he chose?

Why was it always him?

Alastair’s pleas suddenly died down. His hands tightened their grip around Zieliński, thick black tears splashing onto his front, but no such whisper of broken hopefulness came from Alastair’s lips.

It was then that his brother turned to him, the man still curled up helplessly in his shaking arms, his eyes shining with an unknown emotion, something Jeremiah had never seen directed towards him before, not from Alastair, something Jeremiah wasn’t sure his brother was capable of holding. 

He was staring at him with complete and pure hate. 

No, no, no—

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen at all. He was supposed to kill Zieliński and bring Alastair back home with him. Zieliński was going to die alone and there would be no one to bring him and his brother apart anymore. 

He had planned it carefully, he had done it just like he was supposed to. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Alastair wasn’t… he wasn’t…

He wasn’t supposed to be here. 

“You.” Alastair spit, his words made of pure venom. There was no timid hesitance present in his face, no soft gentleness that Jeremiah had grown so completely used to. His expression was twisted up in fury, pain and grief morphing his features into something foreign. Pain Jeremiah had caused. 

For the first time in his life, it was as if he was seeing his brother clearly. 

As the man in front of him began to change, an inky black spreading across his skin, warping and morphing his features, smoke and shadows clinging to his figure, Jeremiah was hit with a sudden realization:

He had deeply underestimated Alastair.

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I wasn't exactly sure what to do for this prompt, so I decided to do an au that Sam and I thought up a while back!! So no, for clarification, this is NOT CANON. I just thought it would be fun to post a little what-if ^^

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Credits go to @ohagiwrites as she helped come up with this storyline. Jeremiah and Alastair also belong to her ੈ✩‧₊˚

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taglist || @febuwhump @ohagi505 @vesanal @aalinaaaaaa @fangedcinnamonroll @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @seastarblue @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @iamheretohurt @corinneglass @melodxi @thebookishkiwi @lancedoncrimsonwings @sugaredparchment @cepheusgalaxy @fizzydreamz @robinshandhurts @ieppiq @nosebleedgirlpunch @sunflowerrosy @charlachan @cacophonyofwords

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New OC Introductions

Okay, literally months in the making between fancast issues and ocs issues but I now have Gravity Falls as a fandom! One of my favorite shows when I was younger and some of these are remakes of those ocs when I was a kid. Also!! As a note for my fics (since idk when I'll get around to posting the fancast tbh), everything is the same plot wise I've just changed the kids ages to make it easier to find faces for them so instead of turning 13 at the end of the show, Dipper and Mabel would be turning 18 and such. I’m so excited for these guys bc I already have ideas for them for the classic Gravity Falls aus it's insane. Anyways ramble over lets meet them (shoutout to @randomestfandoms-ocs for hearing me talk about my fancast issues and ocs for months)

Holly Townsend (Rachel Zegler FC), Dipper Pines ship. A native of Gravity Falls, Holly is all too familiar with the weirdness of the town and the fact that no one really talks about it. Honestly at this point she brushes off a lot of the weird stuff too, if no one else talks about it then it must just be normal. She hangs out with Wendy and her friends occasionally, usually at the Mystery Shack, and overall is just chill with the ongoings of the woods. But when Stan’s great niece and nephew are staying with him for the summer, when they find some journal all about the weird stuff she’s always just accepted as her existence, she’s more than ready to go on some adventures and finally talk about it.

Corinne Pines (Maude Apatow FC), TBD ship. Corinne grew up vaguely aware of her cousins in California, but she never really thought she’d meet them. After her mom had dropped her off at the Mystery Shack her unexpected dad has been doing his best to watch over her and raise her best he can. So she spends her days at the Mystery Shack and tries to pretend she hasn’t noticed her dad disappear into a secret basement, mainly because all of her assumptions for what’s down there add up to “Do Not Need To Know About Your Old Dad”. But then her cousins are coming for the summer, her first time meeting them, and it seems like her town holds even more than she thought.

Holden Bishop (Logan Lerman FC), TBD ship I’m stuck between Wendy, Pacifica, or maybe Dipper. Holden has always been a skeptic in life. He’s heard some whispers of weird things in town occasionally, but they usually come from Wendy’s friends or Lazy Susan, and Holden just doesn’t believe it. The only weird thing about Gravity Falls is the townsfolk, and they’re not weird in a supernatural sense. So when the new kids come to stay with the tourist trap guy, when Wendy tells him about a journal full of the supernatural that Dipper found, he has to come check out what Mystery Shake publicity stunt he’s sure this is. Except then there’s actually a monster there. And now his world view is being shattered in one night but he’s definitely totally handling it well

Persephone Northwest (Peyton List FC), Wendy Corduroy ship. Persephone Northwest, the older sister of Pacifica, is the one that's taught her everything she knew about how to be popular and keep their name in line. Of course, she had to be the one to do it since her twin Peyton seemed utterly uninterested in the family name. She was close to Pacifica, making sure she knew the expectations their parents have for them and to keep good company in their little town. Which means once he hears that the Mystery Shack's owner has a niece and nephew visiting, she is quick to tell Pacifica to not bother. But as various incidents bring her closer to the Pines family and by extension, Wendy Corduroy, the girl she has tried to ignore her whole life, she wonders how much the Northwest name really matters

Peyton Northwest (Owen Patrick Joyner FC), probably Dipper Pines ship. A Northwest man by birth should have been everything someone in Gravity Falls wanted. Descended from the town's founder and the richest family in town, there was nothing else that Peyton should have wanted for. Except the other side of the famous Northwest family was the constant pressure to be the best, the anxiety that grew inside of him and as a result, he tries to be as distant as possible. He still goes to every event and does every extracurricular that's expected, but if he can ever get out of anything he will take that chance and he does not spend time at home if he can help it. Which is why his family mostly writes him off. And why Peyton was at camp for the first part of the summer, but when he comes back he meets the Pines twins and, for once having the opportunity to pretend he isn't a Northwest, lies about his name. He's hoping to make actual friends, and as long as the weird supernatural like things in town don't kill him or worse, his sisters call him out, maybe he can succeed.

Cecily Gleeful (Liana Liberato FC), Mabel Pines ship likely. Gideon Gleeful is the one known throughout their little town of Gravity Falls as the best child psychic around. Only a few know that his powers aren't exactly genuine. His older sister Cecily is of course one of them, but she's also the one that unintentionally gave him the idea for the Lil' Gideon show, since she actually is psychic. A mind reader with minor level telekinetic abilities from birth, Cecily never wanted this life. Her brother though, he clearly did. It was only made worse after he came into the possession of a journal detailing more spells and mystical artifacts and people, so the show was born. Cecily helps the show and him occasionally, she can't help it, she loves her little brother even if the power has started making him grow more and more selfish and cruel. But when he starts becoming obsessed with newcomer Mabel Pines, she decides to put her foot down.

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— THE HEARTH OF EILISTRAEE

i commissioned the lovely @red-nightskies to draw my little lady corinne and i am. genuinely awestruck. emma you knocked it out of the park with this, she looks amazing and the lighting and the background and HER ARMOR AHH every time i look there's a new detail i didn't notice before. please, if y'all can, go commission her you won't regret it

tag list! (as to be added or removed): @bloodofbhaal @loriane-elmuerto @queennymeria @statichvm @jackiesarch @chuckhansen @risingsh0t @nightbloodbix @confidentandgood @leviiackrman @florbelles @adelaidedrubman @shallow-gravy @blissfulalchemist @socially-awkward-skeleton @roofgeese @unholymilf @thedeadthree @poisonedtruth @innocuous-lemons @strafethesesinners @nuclearstorms @inafieldofdaisies @heroofpenamstan @deputyash @katsigian

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A second generation adventure Caitvi Moms fankid fic that fell out of my brain if anyone is interested! 'echoes across time'

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Courier Intel Bot CI7–90! Corinn for short ッ

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Then vs Now

Corinne - May 2020:

Now:

The biggest change for Corinne was her eye color going from light purple/pink to brown. Mostly I wanted her eyes to stand out a bit more, since her hair was already purple. Sometimes I miss the original color, but I can let her Ancient self have the purple eyes.

I also made small adjustments to facial features over the years (like making the jaw shorter), and her skin tone more pink/warm.

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Belmont - July/Aug 2023:

Now:

Aside from a haircut change once I unlocked it through pvp, Belmont has stayed exactly the same.

I'm only in HW on him, so my glam options are limited. Of course, once I get to ShB I'll have to add the Shadowless Robe of Casting to the glam list. Technically, he'd have the same robes as the other black masked Ascians we see in game but Shadowless gear is the closest I can get to those, being on console.

Tagged by @avampyone - thank you!

Tagging @scholarlostintime, @otherworldseekers, @briar-ffxiv, @sunbeasts, @fair-fae, @astarmaux & anyone else who wants to do this!

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silly oc doodles hehe