#oc:thedagger

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This is how I "store" all my funny doodles and sketches that I keep for later. Lots of pages where everything is crammed together in no particular order.

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Lazy doodles of Dag to relax after work. Farm life (19) and city life at the fishery (20s to late 30s).

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hide and mightnight for dagmar for the oc questions :D

(adding a bit of art in here to show the girl :3)

hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?

Her history. Where’s she from, how she grew up, her life before the shadows. How old she is, her wife. Even her favourite drink. Anything that ever existed on the matrix has been scraped clean. And those who actually knew her are long dead (or she thinks).

Dagmar is a ghost. Her main argument is that it is very useful for her job. But it is also a form of punishment. She thinks she doesn’t deserve to exists.

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

Vengeance. She has a list of people she holds responsible for the death of her wife. Most trails went cold years ago but she still searches for them. She ends up falling asleep from exhaustion. If sleep still doesn’t come she just goes to the club to dance and forget.

Thanks for asking :D

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Cat Got In

Characters: Marcus & Dagmar - Words: ~1100

Third floor. Turn the key. Push the door. Stop mid-step when ears pick some noises. Someone’s inside, puking.

Oh, come on...

It’s her. The chiphead. And wasted? Fuck me. Can’t help but sigh. Tired already. Motivation’s gripping the doormat. Wanna turn around and leave. Clubs are still open. Plenty of choice. Could grab a drink. Pills. Someone.

Wait, no, supposed to lay low.

Fuck it. Step in. Slam door. Lights stay off, don’t need them. Drop the tool bag on the floor, loud. Will clean the blood later. Jacket on the coat rack. Swaps shoes for slippers. Night's fucked, better get comfy.

More vomiting? At least it’s from the bathroom.

Go to roll up shirt’s sleeves. Pause. Take it off altogether. Fold and leave it on a chair in the kitchenette. Finally notice the open window. Girl can’t use a door, heh? At least she didn't smash it this time. Get closer. Take a look. No, fuck her, lock’s busted, gonna need to change it.

Now I’m pissed.

Storm to the bathroom. Reeks of alcohol and bile in here. Flick the lights on to make an entrance. Kinda dumb. Get blinded and groan. But not as much as the mess on the ground.

— The hell you doing here?

Ass on the floor, head on the toilet bowl, the elf is heaving. Can’t see her face, hidden by long platinum hair. The only answer she gives is a raised middle finger. Weighting between throwing her out the door or the window when she starts retching again.

Rush to get her on her knees. Make sure whatever is getting out doesn’t land on the floor. Tiles are a bitch to clean. Pull her soiled hair out of the way. Hands get dirty. Don’t care, they've seen worse tonight already. Can’t let go of the elf or else she falls. No more strength? Wonder how she climbed up here. But girl does look like shit. Her plastic skin's all scratched and busted.

— Drank too much?

Looks obvious, but need to be sure.

— Y-yeah...

— Why?

Pause. Then a weak laugh.

— To forget your ugly ass.

Eh. Classic cunt. Would smile, but something's different. She sounds… She sounds sad?

Crouch next to her. Don’t let go. Force her optics to meet eyes. Finally see her face. Plastic’s busted there too. Even got some blood. Hers. Sight makes the brain go numb. Feel chest filling up with anger. Wait, no. Not anger. Concern?

Shit. Getting soft with her. But hey, can’t hurt to be nicer, right?

— What happened, babe?

Girl presses her lips. Doesn’t want to talk about it. Shame in her eyes. Tries to look away. But hold on her chin is firm. She blinks like mad. Big fat tears still roll down her cheeks. A sob brings out the snot.

Damn.

Hurts to see that. Pull her closer. Sobs get louder. Big arms tight around her thin frame. Girl's crying on what’s closest to a friendly shoulder. Gripping an ork’s t-shirt like her life depends on it. And her claws fucking hurts ! Shouldn’t have given her the idea. But her chrome’s a fucking piece of art. Wanted her to be more perfect.

— Shh. Shh, it’s alright, I’m… here.

Feels strange to say that. Clumsy. Not good with people. Only good at offing them.

— Did… someone hurt you?

— Huh? No?

Gently push her away, hands firm on her shoulder. She lets go to swipe her nose. 

— What then? You look like shit.

— I got drunk, okay? Then I tried to leave but I... I fell down the stairs.

— The stairs? At the club?

A nod. Then more sobbing. Pull her close again. Not before eyes do a roll tho. Can’t fucking believe it. Know exactly which stairs she's talking about. The ones at Sue's, for the private bar. Clubbers got their back to it. But runners… Shit, whole city’s shadows must've seen her. Girl’s rep is in shambles! Not that it was that good anyway. And without one, nobody’s gonna work with her.

Nobody but me.

— I’m never gonna get rid of you, am I?

Get shoved away. Have to let go. Drunk idiot falls on her ass. Optics scream bloody murder. Girl's done crying.

— Fuck you, Marcus!

— Yeah, yeah, fuck you too, Gaby.

Stare at each other, long. Her anger fades. She looks away. Good. Don’t feel like arguing.

— I fucked up. Should have come with you.

Grab a towel and hand it to her.

— Yup.

Asked her. Insisted. Would have made the job easier. Would have kept her reputation intact. Didn’t even mind sharing the money. But the miss decided to go drink instead. Unsupervised.

Fucking dumbass.

Knees protest when getting up. Back pops when standing straight. Will need to lie down soon. Fucking exhausted. Rinse hands. Grab a goblet on the sink, fill it with tap water. Hand it to her. Remember first question.

— So, why were you drinking?

— Because I’m fucking sad and lonely, that's why.

She looks away. Topic’s over. Watch her drink. Still, think her words over. Want to help. But don’t know how. What do people do when sad? What do I do? Blurt out first thing that comes to mind.

— Want me to fuck your brain out?

She chokes. Water lands on tiles. And coughs.

Yeah, shut up Marcus.

— I said lonely, not horny.

Fair. Not in the mood for that anyway. Not my type of girl too. Take the goblet back when she’s done. Flush the toilets. Help her get on her feet. Why she so fucking tall? Have to look up now. She leans in. Forehead against forehead. Plastic’s cold. Her breath stinks. Skinny arms go around broad shoulders. Puts all her weight on me. Bitch. Still, let her. Don’t care being so close. Kinda like it. Notice all the wrinkles on her dress. Hands already pulling at the red fabric to smooth it out. Hear her laugh. She sounds tired.

— Wanna go on the couch?

She nods. Let go of the dress and grab her around the waist. Lift. Her feet barely leave the ground. Fucking giant. Can’t help but smile a little. She's heavier. Girl is putting on some more weight. Good. Can still remember how bony she used to be.

Leave the bathroom. Drop her on the couch. Grab her dress and pull it off her. Thing fucking stinks. Princess complaining about the low temperature. Shouldn't have broken the window. Go to the drawer. Throw her an old ass t-shirt three times too big. Will have to do. Have to help her get her boots off. Feeling like a damn babysitter. Except the baby's probably older than me. But when all is done? Finally lay down. Have to push her a bit. Whole body relaxes. Eyes close immediately. Feel her move to cover us with the old plaid. Nuzzling against me like I’m some kind of pillow.

— Thank you, Marcus.

Her voice’s a whisper. Did she really say that? Can only grunt in return. More tired than expected. Dozing off already. Last thing I feel is a kiss on the cheek.

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Summer Night

Characters: Stag & Dagmar - Words: ~500

The windows are open. It’s a last attempt to get the studio under the roof cooler. But with the rain pouring down, the shutters have to be closed.

If there's any fresh air outside, it's barely getting in.

Lying on the mattress on the floor, Thaler has given up on sleep. The heat inside is just unbearable. He could be watching a night show to pass time, revising, or better yet, taking a cold shower but…

The elf beside him sleeps.

Lucky girl.

She crashed at his place when the sun went down. Helped him finish the remaining leftovers he had. Didn't ask of course.

She never does.

‘What's yours is mine’ kind of girl.

He glances at her and his gaze lingers on the chrome decorating her back, then the hollow between her neck and shoulder. He licks his lips without even realising.

Maybe he could wake her up with a kiss there. They are both naked already. It would be more interesting than waiting for the sun to rise.

But it’s too damn hot for any of that.

With a sigh, he peels his eyes off her and goes back at staring at the wooden beams of the ceiling.

Until he notices a strange sound.

Untz-untz-untz-untz...

Something far away, probably carried by the wind. It takes him a moment before he recognises the characteristic rhythm of electronic music. Heavy bass that would make him stomp the ground.

Must be midnight.

The hour when nightclubs open their doors. And when troubles begin.

He frowns. He'd rather be out there than sweating in the dark. So he closes his eyes. Focuses on the music. Trying to guess if it’s from his side of the river.

And holds back a laugh when he recalls his last time at a club.

He immediately stills when the elf next to him shifts and mumbles something.

An insult, probably.

He glances at his friend's back again. Unlike him, the heat doesn't bother her. Falling asleep wasn't a problem. Never is. But she is a light sleeper.

Outside, the rain eases a little.

The music seems louder.

Untz-untz-untz-untz…

— Hey, Gaby, he whispers. You asleep?

He hears her take a deep breath through her nose. Then sigh loudly.

— Yes, Stag. I was.

Ah.

— Sorry.

Dumbass. Should have stayed quiet.

She yawns and stretches. Then turns onto her back, rubbing her eyes. He closes his, expects a nasty comment and flinches when her hand falls back on the mattress next to his head. But nothing. He takes a peek and sees her staring at the ceiling.

Listening to the music.

Then she turns her head to him. So close he can see the brand of her optics.

— You up for some dancing?

Twenty minutes later, they are running in the rain, laughing and screaming. The water is ice cold, but not unpleasant after the last scorching days.

With a bit of luck, they'll catch the last night bus that will take them to the quays.

To the club and its bass that can be heard from afar.

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OC Associations: Dagmar

Oooooh I love it how I don't get notifications on this broken site and only notice everything now :,)

Tagged by @arkatrine thank youuu!

animal: cat

colors: white, pale blue and pink

month: january

song: Introversion - Challenger or any sad club song

number: 1

day or night: day

plant: hyacinth

smells: citrus and mint

gemstone: agate

season: winter

places: waterfronts

food: fried fish

astrological sign: capricorn

element: water

drink: espresso martini

Tagging the whole clown divorce team because I can't remember who already did it or not @_@ and @nekrocomrade, @daggertongue, @violet-amet, @ar1su and @foxglovefaun

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Growing up

They changed my day off for this week so thinking and writing during break time.

Stag

Up to the age of four, Thaler and his twin grew up in a building controlled by the gang their mother was part of. He spent his early childhood playing with his many “cousins” and being cared for by his “uncles” and “aunts”. It all came to an end when he and his twin were kidnapped by a cult of blood druids.

He would not see his mother again until ten years later.

The Dagger

Dagmar was born and raised in a religious community living off the land. As the only elf, she spent most of her childhood in the temple rather than playing with her peers, before being quickly forgotten by the priestess when another young elf with magical abilities joined the community.

Not wanting to spend her life raising sheep, and having lost her only friend to an epidemic, she left for the capital city at the age of 21.

Marcus

He was the only child of two human parents who loved him dearly until his tusks began to grow. Abandoned at the age of thirteen, he ended up in a children's home with only the clothes on his back. As he neared his majority, he realised that his future would be on the streets unless he could find a solution.

And that solution was a five-year contract in the army.

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More!!!

Stag 3, 34

Marcus 19, 57

Dagmar 46, 49

Stag

[3] What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with?

Anger. It takes a lot to get him there (mix of being too sweet, a cry baby, and not understanding social clues) so it’s not an emotion that happens often. Before he would just leave and go throw rocks at a wall somewhere, but his current work environment and mentor spirit are making him worse. Now you’re more at risk of him stabbing your hand on a table.

[34] Do they have vices they don't want others to know about?

Don’t tell him mom but he’s a party boy and drugs are fun for him *clown emoji*

Marcus 

[19] If they could change one thing about their past, what would they change?

Hiding his growing tusks instead of showing them to his mom as a teen. He was born to human parents, and they simply abandoned him the same day they realized he wasn’t like them. It would have avoided him the children home and then the army, even if it meant mutilating himself to stay safe.

[57] What was the most stupid or dangerous thing they have ever done?

Fist fighting a ghoul while drunk outside of a bar. It’s a miracle he didn’t get infected. He even won!

Dagmar

[46] Would they rather dress to look attractive or to feel comfortable, and what would they never wear?

She would rather not dress at all (naked life 4 ever!) but if she has to choose then it’s comfortable. And that means a good pair of boots, jeans, and t-shirts/tank tops. Stolen if possible. 

Something she would never wear would be corporate wear. She spent 20 years in an office wearing uncomfortable clothes and shoes. Never again!

[49] Do they possess any unexpected skill or knowledge that surprises others, and otherwise, what is something anyone would assume they know or can do, but in fact they don’t?

She's a farm girl raised in an isolated community. Growing crops, tending livestock, fishing and hunting, you get it. She’s a bit rusty, but there are some things you never forget. She never talks about herself so it’s always a surprise when she brings in fresh fish, chickens or game and starts to prepare it.

Everyone thinks she can drive. Her team members, however, know she's more likely to hit a wall than do 10 meters.

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New questions :) Markus: 13,50 Dagmar: 21, 54 Stag: 5,20

Markus:

[13] What kind of sense of humor do they have, if any?

Humor is a tool for him. In a group, he laughs when everyone laughs. At work, he jokes if he is sure it will land right and give him good team leader points. 

His real sense of humor is morbid, crude and gross. And he uses it only when he doesn't care how people perceive him (or with Dagmar because she's the same as him).

[50] What are they really good and really bad at?

Good at two things:

Great at cooking. He sees a recipe once and gets it good on the first try. Came from necessity since he is allergic to soy and has to cook his own food. But he's kinda proud of his abilities.

Great at getting stains out of anything. Came with the job of being a cleaner for a loan shark.

Bad at one thing: dealing with his feelings and abandonment issues. Why go to therapy when you can do hard drugs instead?

Dagmar:

[21] When they’re sick, would they want others to visit and take care of them, or they would rather prefer not to be seen at not their best?

On one hand, she hates it when people see her sick. She doesn't like to be perceived as weak. On the other hand, being taken care of by someone else is a must because it means she doesn’t have to be in control of everything for a bit.

[54] Do they like giving gifts, and how good are they at picking good gifts?

Giving gifts is serious business for her. Not many get them (she cares about 2 or 3 people at best) but they are always things that only someone who pays attention would think of. Or real food she stole.

Stag:

[5] Are they good at keeping secrets?

😬😬😬 Boy talks too much. But on the bright side he does talk way too much so everything gets mixed up. Good luck understanding who stole or killed what.

[20] When they’re sad or upset, do they need company or some time alone?

Company 100%! He'll need someone to listen to him while he empties his bag. That company can also be his mentor spirit.

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For this thing https://www.tumblr.com/wunjotheork/756192229535694848?source=share Dagmar-> alone, failure Stag-> break, future Marcus-> midnight, secret

Dagmar

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

Good and bad. From a young age she found that the best way to deal with solitude/feeling lonely was to keep her mind and hands busy. Most of the time it’s going through the matrix gathering intel. But she also does embroidery when she can grab some supplies. If it’s a bad day and she can’t stay focused she goes to sleep or slots in a chip to “turn off” her brain.

Dagmar is used to being on her own, either because she doesn’t fit in the group and leaves or because she acts like an ass and gets kicked out.

If no one is around she’ll drop the few remaining clothes she has. Girl likes being naked all the time.

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

Dag has one failure and it was not being able to protect her wife during a job gone wrong. 

It has been years now. She still isn’t over it but is taking her first steps to move past.

Only one person knows what happened that night and that would be her current boss, Suzanne.

Stag

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

Only two things made/will make him break down: that one relationship where he really, really made efforts for it to work, only to get ghosted out of the blue. Or that one job where a friend died because he didn’t listen/understand correctly.

He is a crying mess when it happens. Can’t move, can’t speak, won’t calm down for days. 

Only Dagmar saw him like that, and then his mom and sister when his friend dropped him back home.

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

Ending like his sister with blood magic: addicted and a menace for others.

He doesn’t use it that much because he doesn’t want to bring attention to him or his team. And when he does it’s mostly healing magic. But going berserk and using the horrible spells he was taught is something that could happen too easily.

He isn’t aware of the danger, because for him, he isn’t using it the same way his sister did. He does it to help people while he thinks his sister did it to gain power. So he can’t turn like her, right? :’)

Marcus

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

Solitude. Not being loved. Will anyone remember him when he dies? Why did he listen to her and stop being a people pleaser? Does he have siblings? 

Marcus’s sleep has never been that good due to his brain being full of questions and fears of being left behind (again). He isn’t a nice guy, life didn’t allow that to happen, but he can’t be that bad of a person, right? A lot of people cross his path, but none stays. Why? What did he do this time?

If sleep doesn’t come he’ll be at his window smoking and drinking coffee before the sun rises. 

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

That his parents abandoned him when he was a teen.

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got a folder full of heads and some free time. thanks @sluggybunny, got the idea from you :D

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9, 44 for Dagmar and 13, 30 for Stag :3

Dagmar

[9] What is their love language?

Small gifts left here and there or sweet notes hidden everywhere. Dag moves a lot so when she has a special someone she leaves things behind to be remembered. 

[44] On a party, where would you find them?

She’s a party crasher, loud, easy to find, probably in the kitchen raiding the fridge or having fun with someone's girlfriend in front of everyone.

Stag

[13] What kind of sense of humor do they have, if any?

Bad puns and shitty jokes that are so bad that they still make people laugh. 

[30] What are their most healthy and most unhealthy coping mechanisms?

Healthy: that would be meditating, seeking a friend to talk to, or going for a hike in the forest.

Not healthy: staying home for days, eating his feelings and refusing to see anyone. You gotta threaten to call his mom for him to unlock the door.

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Marcus - 👑💎

Rune - 🏆💢

Dag - 🧸©️

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Marcus - 

👑 Person who raised your OC and/or was important during their formative years

Marcus was raised by his parents until the age of 13. Then, when they abandoned him, he ended up in a children's home. In there he was invited by the other ork kids to stick with them. They never were friends, he doesn’t even remember their names, but with them he learned how to fit in a group. How to be funny, how to be intimidating, how to survive social interactions.

That, a pretty face, and being good at pretending is why he always takes the lead in a group now.

💎 Chosen family 

That would be Caroline. Marcus wasn't interested in his boss's weird pet/secretary, but when he realized how useful she could be he asked to have her on his team. He didn't seek her affection, but as he was like, attentive to her well-being, giving her scratches and having normal conversation with her, she came to appreciate him. And with time, Marcus will slowly become attached to her too, forgetting that she is an animal and acting like a big brother protecting an awkward little sister.

Rune - 

🏆 Best friends (past, current or future)

Currently that would be Deep-Fry! It did start off bad with Deep stealing RUNE’s bike (and contreband) and then RUNE getting Deep shanghaied but now they’re inseparable like the fingers of the hand! You want to work with the tall and quiet one? The small and talkative one comes too.

💢 Person they can't stand

RUNE is a chill person. Their best friend is a little shithead who gets them into trouble all the time but this ork here. Stays. Calm. Dagmar, however! She’s rude, stubborn, petty and jealous and it’s like she is able to push all of RUNE’s buttons with one word. Arguments are daily, fights are common and defenestration did happen twice already. The only reason RUNE hasn't broken Dagmar’s neck yet is because the elf has dermal plating and titanium bones.

Dag - 

🧸 Childhood friends

Fun fact: Dag was already an ass when she was little (she's stubborn, a liar and a sore loser). She would play with the other kids from her community, but they would get quickly fed up with her and push her away. There was one other kid who would never tire from her tho and that was Soren. The two girls would spend their time getting in trouble, fighting the other kids, hiding mices in boots, or skipping farm work to go fishing instead. They would also fight each other but everything was forgotten the next day. As they grew up they would dream of leaving for the city, together. 

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Got some more!

This is how I "store" all my funny doodles and sketches that I keep for later. Lots of pages where everything is crammed together in no particular order.

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Okay, last ones before the hard drive goes back into the box.

featuring @ar1su's and @nekrocomrade's blorbos. work was hell so I didn't get the time or energy to finish my attacks for art fight ;w;

This is how I "store" all my funny doodles and sketches that I keep for later. Lots of pages where everything is crammed together in no particular order.