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skeletondeerart · 27 days ago

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Sacred Waters, Sacred Hearts Chapter 1

A Male OC! Metkayina x Fem Human! Reader | Word Count: 1722

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A/N : Both Rukan and reader are in their mid 20's

" " = direct speech | ' ' = Metkayina sign language | Bold = English

Another night approaches as multiple moons emerge from the waves. I adjust my mask, ensuring it's sealed to my cheeks, as I shuffle off my light shawl, leaving just my wetsuit and waterproof tablet. The morning winds nip at my exposed skin, and I make haste into the reef, gracefully submerging myself and diving down to the reef bed to escape the chill of the evening.

I was one of the last marine biologists left on Pandora after the fall of the Omatikaya's Hometree, yet by the grace of Eywa I was taken into her embrace and was allowed to live amongst the flora and fauna. I now reside on the coastline a couple hours from the Metkayina settlements; respecting the ocean-dwelling Navi immensely, I made sure to leave them alone and stay in my small corner of the ocean; content with just researching and documenting the underwater flora and fauna. Though I may seem isolated here on my lonesome I do make frequent calls to Norm and Max to update their data files, ordering human supplies or just for a chat yet sometimes I yearn for someone else to share my experiences with...

Weaving through bioluminescent kelp, flippers boost me through the currents I glide to a halt and unsheathe my switchblade to harvest some vegetation and check on the coral's health. Happy with the healthy flora and the harvest I document photos for my log and bask in the temperate waters. I smile at the stillness from the ocean bed, turning onto my back and gazing up through the water's surface, mesmerised by the reflection of light shimmering across the lapping waves from below.

Eventually, my lungs begin to burn yearning for oxygen, and I move to breach the surface, breaking the water tension my mask immediately intakes the Pandoran air and swiftly converts it to plain oxygen. As I catch my breath, I watch Ilu ride the waves and birds dive into the ocean to nab up small fish for their dinner. My stomach rumbles at the through and my mind drifts back to the edible vegetation in my pouch, I paddle back to shore and squeeze the water from my hair before I begin stoking a fire to roast my own dinner.

Time gets away from me as I continue to do tasks onshore like chopping wood and transferring files into the databank. My thoughts are disturbed by a shrill ring, Norm's contact blaring from my tablet. I quickly accept it as Norm appears on the screen; giving a curt wave before he started speaking.

"Hey (Y/n), how are you? Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time, but I have a favour to ask." He rambles, arms gesturing awkwardly.

"Uh, nah I'm not doing much; how can I help ya Norm?" I say absent-mindedly as I continue weaving a new blanket, preparing for the cooler weather.

"Mo'at needs some specific medicinal herbs, but they can only be found in the deeper parts of the reef bed. Considering you're now quite an adept diver I thought to ask you first before connecting with the Metkayina traders."

"Oh yeah no problem, I'll duck out in a moment and get that heading your way no problem" I smile as I stand to pull my wetsuit back on from its drying rack.

Norm rubs his nape and bows his head in gratitude "I can't thank you enough (Y/n) just text me when you're done so I can send someone out there to collect the goods"

"Easy, I'll get back to you soon, but if you don't hear back by tomorrow afternoon assume I drowned" I laugh in jest.

I watch as Norm scrunches his face in horror "Don't make me come over there for a welfare check buddy, because I will! I swear it." Norm sighs exasperated by my words wagging his finger to the camera.

"Oh, I'm just kidding Normie; have some faith in me will ya." I giggle as I slip the thick fabric up my torso, Navi stripes adorn the fabric, mimicking the Metkayina's camouflage.

"How many times have I asked you to quit it with the 'Normie'…" Norm scolds but it holds no venom at all. "Look, you better update me straight away ok! I got to go; Max needs some help in the lab, see ya (Y/n)." He waves and disconnects as I wave goodbye myself.

I release a sigh as I take a final note of all the things I need and make sure my mask is free from damage as I set out. I walk out of the airlock to the edge of the mangroves and leap into the deeper portion, my vision is hindered by a myriad of bubbles for a moment before settling down, I begin the descent into the sandbank, I had no need for a flashlight due to the high concentration of bioluminescence, I glide through the waters and corals with ease and gradually letting some oxygen in through my air tank, I only used it for longer expeditions as I like to train my lung capacity.

I swim further from my base, lowering my altitude as I dive into a stunning deep cave. I spotted the herbs; it looked like sea moss; excellent in curing skin ailments when ground into a salve. I push faster through the currents and into the jagged coral formation that the moss grew on, not seeing the signature Metkayina markers for a protected area... I peeled it from its roots and placed it into a leather pouch, deeming it enough I turned to make my way back out, but I was stunned into silence as a massive shadow passed by the gaps in the coral.

It was an Akula…a massive shark-like beast who not even the Navi deem as a friend. My lungs constricted as I limited agitating the water around me. I waited with bated breath as the Akula swam circles around the exit, I peered timidly out as I no longer detect its presence. So, I make the decision to slowly rise to the entrance of the cave. I make the dash, but the Akula notices the disruption and flings itself in my direction, a terrified gargle escapes my throat as I weave hastily through the outcrops narrowly avoiding its snapping jaws.

In my adrenaline-fueled state, I didn't notice another join the fray. Until a muffled roar is heard from the Akula as it flees back deeper into the cave system. I burrow myself into the coral hiding from my painful death as I go to release more oxygen into my mask, my hands fumble with a pierced tube and my eyes widen in realisation.

My oxygen supply is drained and I'm so far from the surface.

My panic only spikes further as piercing blue eyes peer down at me cuddled up in the coral like a child.

It was a Metkayina patroller, he was mounted on an Ilu as he scowled in my direction, his rapid signing not going unnoticed.

I gingerly raise my hand and sign 'I mean no harm. I'm with the Omaticaya, gathering medicinal herbs for our injured, but can you help me to the surface I need to breathe…'

He shook his head frustrated but for a moment I could see the disbelief in his eyes at my fluency. 'You do not belong here tawtute, let alone in a protected area, go back to the forest.' But his eyes soften when he sees me start to go blue, my eyes pleading as I point to the surface. He sighs exasperated as he snatches my arm and hauls me into his chest atop his Ilu, jetting to the surface. My vision gets splotchy as we break the water, my mask luckily taking in the air again with no issue.

As I fill my strained lungs again, I'm abruptly shoved off the Ilu and dunk under momentarily pouting as I surface and gazing up at the Navi with a smug look on his face. He points his finger at me.

"Do not touch tawtute, it is a protected site and you're too close to the village" he states, shaking his head. "Go" He states his finned arm pointing back to shore.

"Sorry I didn't see the marker, I'll stay away, promise." I put up my pinky finger momentarily before realising he wouldn't know what it meant. He leans back, a hairless brow raising in suspicion.

"Silly tawtute…" He mutters under his breath before urging again "I'll accompany you home just to make sure that Akula leaves you be. I don't want your pitiful death on my conscience." He states "But you're swimming yourself…"

I laugh "Fine by me" I say before setting back on course. I paddle on the water's surface beside the Metkayina on his Ilu, swimming in silence for most of the way. I'm broken out of my thoughts as his words pierce the silence.

"What are those on your feet…" He questioned, with an ounce of curiosity evident in his tone. I gaze back for a moment checking for any foreign matter.

"Flippers. Helps me swim faster and easier, kind of how your feet and tail help you through the water." I say casually, lifting one from the water to flaunt it with a smile, his face scrunching up as water flicks him in the face.

"I see…" His words were cut short as my home was spotted over the water. Nestled into the mangroves and covered in my hand-woven cloths and netting.

"Well, here's my stop" I sigh as I pull myself up into the mangroves and onto the net platforming.

A curious hum leaves his throat as he gazes at my abode. "Looks somewhat like our villages… yet so tawtute." He mumbles scratching at his nape.

Honestly, over the past hour, I have grown fondness for this Navi. I can't help but blurt out "(Y/n)." His eyes shoot to me confused. "My name… it's uh (Y/n)" I state my cheeks flushing.

"(Y/n)…" He takes a moment letting my name digest "Rukan…" he replies before abruptly diving on his Ilu and swimming off in the direction of the village.

"Rukan…. What a nice name" I smile before heading inside to preserve the moss and notifying Norm of a successful expedition.

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skyartworkzzz · 7 months ago

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AUS

hand em over

THE PANDORA'S BOX HAS BEEN OPENED UVE BEEN WARNED

List under the cut with me tryna be as brief as I can without spoiling a lot cuz I Will Prepare These Meals Eventuall-

GhostHunters AU

In this one, Lambert is a paranormal and horror youtuber alongside a few of my follower OCs, their content revolves around exploring abandoned places in search for ghost activities

The Bishops would be evil spirits here, possessed by vengeful desires

Eventually the ghosthunters go to an abandoned mansion famous for a family murder that happened in it long ago (smtng like the Amityville tragedy), which would be the Bishops mansion

As they spend time inside the house, they discover many secret passages, underground labyrinths and tombs, until coming to the dark realization that what seemed to have been an abandoned mansion actually turned out to be a secret spot for cult meetings, and with recent activity

I wanted to do this one in the style of camera-recording kinda shit yk, like told from the POV of somebody carrying a camera with night vision because there would be chases

There would be a time where everything goes dark in the mansion and the gang becomes trapped inside the house, so they try to find a way out through the basement, which is where they discover the secret passages to the cultists' ritual place

Throughout the journey, Lambert would've become accidentally attached to Narinder's ghost after finding a belonging of his which they were possessed into bringing along with them. Narinder then becomes a "personal guide" for Lamby as they make it through the mansion; he makes sure to keep them alive while showing little to no regard for their companions, much to Lambert's disdain (obv)

In actuality, Narinder's plan is to get Lambert out of the house in order to later possess their body, as a mean to come back to life himself

Lambert is the only one able to see Narinder....except for Felix. Ive now decided he would be the "I see dead people" guy hello

Beauty & The Beast AU

Lambert was given as sacrifice to appease Narinder’s hunger in order to avoid a prophecy from coming true, but in the end they did exactly what they were supposed to (this part is not too different from the game-)

Narinder is kept in a temple-castle kind of building, surrounded by a dead river and dense forests, with some of the nature already obstructing its way into the castle so you can find trees and moss in there on someplaces. The building is HUGE and used to be where Nari and his siblings lived in together, so there are many rooms

All Bishops are instead addressed as Lords. They are also huge, at least 3 meters and up taller than normal-sized creatures and still rulers of their respective domains. After the quarrel with Narinder, they all decided to live in their own lands inside their own temples and have been ruling the world likeso ever since

Lambert is the last of their kind, they were living with Ratau and Ratoo who are farmers, until the Bishops took them away to give to Narinder

Narinder was sealed in chains, his physical body is trapped inside of a room, until he eventually managed to project his eldritch self outside of it. So who Narinder is now is nothing more than the condensation of his power and soul. The sacrifices were offered to stop him from growing stronger and eventually lock him back into his carcass.

Narinder doesn't let anyone inside the room with his body inside, and carries the key for it wrapped around his ribcage

Narinder is cursed to stay within the grounds of his temple, he cannot leave to go beyond the bridge or even outside to his own yard, or else he gets burnt

Lambert eventually falls for the beast and promises to help him escape

Band AU

In this AU, the Bishops have a band known as (The) Bishops Of The Old Faith, until Narinder's plans for the band as a whole diverts from his mates, so he quits to make his own music group called The Ones Who Wait alongside Aym and Baal

Lambert is an orphan who was raised by Ratau (and Ratoo for a while). They work at his pub, The Lonely Shack, and play music for costumers from time to time on Fridays and Wednesdays

Both Ratau and Lambert have always been big fans of the BOTOF band, until Narinder split to create TOWW, which Lamby continued to listen to because Nari was in it. Eventually, auditions for a new member were open and Lamby decided to take the chance to sign up

They fail at first for being too nervous, but luckily the same night, Narinder (whilst undercover) visits the Lonely pub and perceives Lambert's performance, now more convinced of their abilities given how more naturally they played out compared to the audition. Lambert then joins TOWW's band as a roadie, doing what has to be done until Narinder is sure that they can handle the pressure of working with him

They eventually gain more recognition from the bandmates for their talents and manages to become an official member

The drama starts when TOWW becomes more and more popular, because although Lambert joined in, they hate the spotlight whilst Narinder is ambitiously seeking fame

Also in this AU, each Bishop has their own family! Nari included :D Which I may or my not design depending on how I feel about it UHANSJDMAKD

Royal AU

Fun fact about this one: was solely based on the fact that I wanted to see Lambert in this scene from the Cinderella movie Ever After, screaming about their family and getting viciously reprehended for it (love me angst <3)

Lambert is a peasant who had their family murdered by the Bishops for presumably not paying their taxes due to poverty, so they lived on the streets for a couple of years and lived off from stealing food and counting on luck to have a roof above their head for the night

The Bishops are addressed as Kings and Queens (except for Shamura, who is a Ruler) and each reign over their respective lands with their own castles to live in, but they govern under the same rules which are discussed in a communal temple at the middle of all the lands

Narinder is an exiled king who rules the lands of Limbo, which are smtng like a forbidden place of sorts. After his sibling quarrel, Nari was cursed to stay inside his own lands, being physically unable to leave his own territory, only its visitors are able to come and go unless they are blessed by the Red Crown

In the meantime he has been trapped, Narinder trained his armies for the day they are able to go forth from their barriers. He knows that they wouldn’t last against the power of 4 Crowns, but he cannot cast his own blessing upon his soldiers for it would prevent them to leave his kingdom as well, so he must break the curse first. He has been sending out thieves and spies in order to find the incantation and steal it away for him

One day, Lambert unknowingly sneaks into Narinder's room to hide away from guards who caught them stealing. When Narinder spots them, he is rather impressed by their abilities to make it past his own guards and him, so instead of giving them away he asks his army to train them (his plan is to eventually send them out as well to retrieve the curse incantation)

Lambert then becomes a knight apprentice under Ratau's care, who's a veteran and one of the most skilled warriors of Narinder

As time goes by, Lamby grows fond of their king and - ofc- falls for him, smtng which the King learns about through mind-reading and takes advantage of in order to increase Lambert's loyalty for him

Eventually, Lambert learns that their family was not killed for not paying their taxes, but rather because they were part of a resistance group that was against the Crowns. This will futurely make things harder for them to trust Narinder since he is a crown bearer and for Narinder to manipulate them, since he woudve developed feelings until there

Post-Apocalyptic AU

THIS ONE IS STILL FRESH NEW But I believe smtng like- hm Stranger Things, Last Of Us type of shit with how the monsters would look like

Maybe an apocalypse brought by literal Hell creatures, a lab failure or perhaps an organized doom

Maybe inspired by The Walking Dead games, how in some of them there were ppl who actually acted as if they ruled over the others, so like- I think the Bishops would be smtng amongst these lines "oh u want our resources? work for us" yk

Narinder would probably be an inbetween of that, but I like to imagine him as partially infected.....which is what makes him stronger than most

Whilst Lamb is one of the few, very rare few who is immune!

I think Lambert's family tried to get help with the Bishops once, but they didn't help them out, so Lambert grew resentful of them ever since and has lived on their own for a while alongside Ratau, until they eventually meet Aym and Baal who secretly work for Narinder, by scouting around the area to bring him food (which are. corpses........yeah)

Ill give this one some thought but it exists yes UINDJKLDAS

Rebellion AU

This one is also fresh new so I havent developed much of it aside from fantasizing about specific scenes, but basically: this AU explores the "what if the sheeps were stronger"

So every sheep here is much more violent than what I personally imagine them to be in the original game, they have a known base and village which is high-mid populated and are at constant war with heretics

The Bishops are also much stronger and beastial-like, succumbing fully to the power of the Crowns in order to resist against the sheeps' rebellion; their behavior is much colder and demonic, with little to no space for human emotions

The One Who Waits would be the sheeps' deity, which they worship and work their asses off in order to free

In this AU, Lambert's family is alive! But tragically more traumatized than their original selves

Maybe for the sake of the ship, I think the Lamb could either dream about Narinder every night for being very devoted to him, so they get ""divine interventions"" hehe, OR Narinder's presence could indeed be....lingering in the real world as a ghost of sorts or brief apparition, given that now the sheeps are fighting back the Crowns' power, that means that their influence wouldve been weaker. Which therefore could make way for their power over Narinder's prison to weaken as well, meaning that he could in fact be fred by simply killing the Bishops.

In Undertale language, this is basically a horror x fell version of COTL UDNJDSKDMASD

I THINK THESE ARE ALL THE ONES I CAN Say smtng about for now I still have to think more throughly about Role Swap, Pirates, maybe a Mafia one...................... not to mention the last 2 need more work to them as well

BUT THESE ARE THE AUS I HAVE IN STOCK FOR NOW I hope yall enjoy the read tysm for asking HURGHHK!!! 😭💜

#ask #cotl #cotl au #cotl aus #im so normal i am very norma-

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aceth3second · 7 months ago

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Headcanons

prolly my first GBA listener headcanons post

As per usual, PS: this may not align with the canon or your depiction of listener since it is based off of my oc's

Pandora would start to learn how to crochet in their free time, eventually learning how to make little trinkets like small crocheted flowers and small bears for tyr

i feel like guardian has a love for space, when they were in Creek mountain they would play connect the dots using the stars or just staring at it for some form of entertainment. During the guardians time as a star captain they would eventually start to make cocktails for their crew for them to relax after an attack or a mission, I also like to think that their powers would be like stars, lets say they do a blast, the blast would be sparkling like stars (they are also def not a lightweight)

Faithful loves to bake, it's a hidden talent of hers. She would bake cupcakes, cookies, cakes for kerano as a small sweet surprise. Baking things for people is her love language other than gifting people stuff. She would also be great at cooking, if faithful likes kids then it would make sense for her to like cooking

#the brainrot is real #gba bastard warrior #good boy audios #Gba #gba moth #Gba the fourseen

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adelaidedrubman · 1 year ago

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OCs AS ENTITIES (the magnus archives)

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i. THE BURIED. weighted blankets. drowning. the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil & sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots. letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool. walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little. dragging the last second before you have to inhale. lonely subways. feeling like one with the earth. a layer of dirt on you. looking for something below. cardboard boxes & tiny pillow forts. hands calloused from digging. knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you. a storm drowning you out. dust & sand speaking to you.

ii. THE CORRUPTION. insects. a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans. an untreated wound. containment. breaching containment. unbreathable air. fungi. one with that you love. one with what loves you. a corpse unfit for a glass case. hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings & legs. honeycomb patterns. an ecosystem within a person. a curse passed on. the hubris of a scientist. an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief. parasites. something pushing up the sewer. a mask to keep something out. trypophobia. knowing you belong. death weeks after impact. fever. food that’s gone off. pandora’s box. death behind a glass.

iii. THE DARK. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves. the feel of cold marble. a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness & seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see. hiding under a blanket. white, clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night. time before light was created. a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to. withering plants. a world without a sun. footfalls in an empty house in the night. a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should. desperate reach for a flashlight. clothes that hide your shape. staying unperceivable. winter months in the north. an empty church.

*later on but yeah she knows a guy like that

iv. THE DESOLATION. senseless pain. warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire. heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for, gone so soon. the smell of gasoline. touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire. death of a loved one. a candle without a flame. an altar in the middle of the woods. animals with burnt fur. plastic explosives. burning hot metal. sweating in an interrogation room. never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you. the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer.* the agony of hellfire displayed as art. auburn hair. little clothing in cold weather. a ripple in the air. trying to cool down in vain.

v. THE FLESH. body horror. factories. a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone. long nights working out. more than one heart. appearance that shapes like clay. a bag of bones. bone broth in a pot. knowing to fear pigs. the butcher’s shop. plastic surgery. something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance & appearance only. teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you. cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

vi. THE END. the last page of a book. nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares. a skeletal hand. the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain. ivory dice. flat-lining in a hospital. gambling with death. as old as the universe. soul & spirit tied to an object. a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the pleas of a dying one. knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it. a thousand cords tugging you towards your end. skin that’s freezing to the touch. an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness. watching your own burial. causing your own burial. the smell of death. numbness to fear. words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe. multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii. THE EYE. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments.* the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports.** hidden libraries. eyes of different colors. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t look away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyeurism. police report you can’t put down.** reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

*not correct ones

**america’s sweetheart verse

viii. THE HUNT. sharp canines. sore calves after a run. the scent of blood. an adventure for the journey’s sake. the adrenaline right before the kill. a whistle’s echo. the woods. the doe eyes of a prey animal. your own breath in the air. sharpened claws. being tracked. fear of someone knowing your every movement. hunting down monsters. hide & seek. running away only to end up where you started. staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run. a set of footsteps behind you. blood dripping from bare hands. barks & growls. focused eyes. a victim going limp under your hands. a mouth full of fresh blood. catching the scent of something monstrous. perfecting your craft. peering into the dark & running after it.

ix. THE LONELY. an apartment too small for a double bed. completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog. point nemo. a house too big to hear your family members in. alone in a faceless crowd. a mask with nothing behind it. separated cubicles. a deafening silence where joy should be. a blinding spotlight. the least missed in your friend group. streets without lights in the windows. isolation. not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence. fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression. knowing your friends are better off without you. talking to someone only to realize they’re gone. a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

x. THE SLAUGHTER. a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby.* improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery.* holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knife block on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs.* a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

*america’s sweetheart verse

xi. THE SPIRAL. sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories. distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish color. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes & tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii. THE STRANGER. wax figures. a close approximation of a human face. a borrowed appearance. a strange smell. glass eyes. furs & pelts. a dance. a song of a choir. the uncanny valley. stitching yourself together. the colors of a circus. a puppet with no strings. mannequins. glitter & sequin. a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew. stolen identities. stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity. the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight. uncomfortable to look at. a faked accent.* concealing. forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are. a replacement no one notices. images that look posed. the only one seeing the false face of someone.

*not faked, just exaggerated

xiii. THE VAST. open spaces. carnival rides going up & down. fear of heights. endless infinity around you. your insignificance in an universe. stomach turning at a drop. fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip. the sway of a cable car. an adventure holiday. losing track of where the surface is. miles & miles of nothing around you. staring at the sky & feeling like you may fall into it. loss of control. a fall that doesn’t end in death. glass floor to the view below. terminal velocity. the sound of wind in your ears. a reach over the railing. a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing. feeling your feet let go of the ground. a leap of faith. motion sickness.

xiv. THE WEB. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak—willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding.* cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realizing it. red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unreliability of chance. watching others dance for you.* an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs & fangs. shady forum threads.* something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case.* a missing witness.* connections. the world wide web.* power of victimhood.* gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

*america’s sweetheart verse

+ THE EXTINCTION. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivors. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

#she’s giving desolation she’s giving hunt she’s giving slaughter #and a bit of spiral and a surprising amount of web (tho lot of that was america’s sweetheart specific)#anyways yeah. stabby joker edgelord + fire motif that’s her #oc: deputy jestiny ellen #might do for jenna later but...... if you see what time i post this no you don’t etc

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floofgryph · 8 months ago

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Okay I'm working on head cannons for your OC but

If I may ask do you have any head cannons about

Kianna komori?

Kianna Komori headcanons

She prefers to mutually engage with men who strongly respect women and aren't manipulative.

She dislikes drinking tea that has a very bitter aftertaste

As Yonaka's girlfriend, she likes making cute dresses and adorable stuffed animals for her.

Even though she isn't afraid to use physical violence, she isn't fond of hurting people because it often makes her depressed and cynical for long periods of time.

Whenever she's feeling extremely bored, she'll hum random tunes, while playing with her pet cat.

Her cat is a Norwegian Forest cat named Pandora

She's still deciding if she should get a dog or not because she's not sure how well Pandora will react to the dog.

Cerulean warblers and lilac-breasted rollers remind her of Demaryius because of how visually stunning they are.

She secretly wants to spend more time with Maku in order to rekindle their relationship. She also wants to know more about his past.

She keeps a picture of her and Yui on her person all of the time

If she loses an item that reminds her of Yui and/or Yonaka, she'll be devastated. She'll look for them in a panicky state until she either finds it or gives up out of exhaustion.

She tries to distance herself from any Christian-related items and people of that faith as she would like to forget about the existence of God.

She strongly dislikes those who abuse religious beliefs and political power for their own selfish advantage.

She doesn't like it when people disregard her as a sociopath or psychopath

She likes the colour of her eyes as it reminds her of yellow amber, which she thinks is beautiful in its own right.

On rare occasions, she decides to skip some stones at a lake during night.

Whenever she's walking by herself at night, she has a butterfly knife and a can of pepper spray tucked away in her purse.

Yonaka belongs to @vanillafalvoredcoffee

#you ask i answer #you asked #thank you for the ask!#headcanon #oc headcanons

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deputy-morgan-malone · 1 year ago

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OC Aesthetics for the Entities (Magnus Archives)

I'm not sure how much new Spooky Month content I'll be doing this year, I'm pretty tapped out at the moment, but I have had this for a while (created by @sagamemes) and it's pretty spooky, so I figured I'd do it for the start of the spooky season \o/

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies, @turbo-virgins, @socially-awkward-skeleton, @direwombat, @adelaidedrubman, @florbelles, @cassietrn, @unholymilf, @strafethesesinners, @paganminiskirt, @henbased, @deputyash, @roofgeese, @fourlittleseedlings, @josephslittledeputy, @jillvalentinesday, @corvosattano and @voidika to do it too - ONLY if you want to <3

aesthetics for the entities. bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. rest of the fears here. this is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

Deputy Morgan Malone (FC5 OC)

iv. THE DESOLATION. senseless pain. warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire. heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for, gone so soon. the smell of gasoline. touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire. death of a loved one. a candle without a flame. an altar in the middle of the woods. animals with burnt fur. plastic explosives. burning hot metal. sweating in an interrogation room. never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you. the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer. the agony of hellfire displayed as art. auburn hair. little clothing in cold weather. a ripple in the air. trying to cool down in vain.

vi. THE END. the last page of a book. nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares. a skeletal hand. the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain. ivory dice. flatlining in a hospital. gambling with death. as old as the universe. soul & spirit tied to an object. a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the pleas of a dying one. knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it. a thousand cords tugging you towards your end. skin that’s freezing to the touch. an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness. watching your own burial. causing your own burial. the smell of death. numbness to fear. words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe. multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii. THE EYE. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments. the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports. hidden libraries. eyes of different colors. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t look away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyeurism. police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

ix. THE LONELY. an apartment too small for a double bed. completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog. point nemo. a house too big to hear your family members in. alone in a faceless crowd. a mask with nothing behind it. separated cubicles. a deafening silence where joy should be. a blinding spotlight. the least missed in your friend group. streets without lights in the windows. isolation. not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence. fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression. knowing your friends are better off without you. talking to someone only to realise they’re gone. a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

x. THE SLAUGHTER a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby. improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery. holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knifeblock on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs. a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

xi. THE SPIRAL sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories. distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish colour. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes & tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii. THE STRANGER wax figures. a close approximation of a human face. a borrowed appearance. a strange smell. glass eyes. furs & pelts. a dance. a song of a choir. the uncanny valley. stitching yourself together. the colours of a circus. a puppet with no strings. mannequins. glitter & sequin. a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew. stolen identities. stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity. the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight. uncomfortable to look at. a faked accent. concealing. forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are. a replacement no one notices. images that look posed. the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiv. THE WEB. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak—willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding. cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realising it. red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unrealiability of chance. watching others dance for you. an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs & fangs. shady forum threads. something important gone missing.�� suspiciously disregarded case. a missing witness. connections. the world wide web. power of victimhood. gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

+ THE EXTINCTION. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivours. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

#i tried to do a mix of morgan's canon life and pre-canon life - and then a few of her more regular aus for the 'situational' occurences #she honestly got the most 'definitely''s for Slaughter but that's mostly because of what others do in the reaping tbh #and she got one more 'never' in Slaughter than she did in The Hunt #so I would say overall she got the Hunt #i didn't actually know that much about the magnus archives and all the entities before this so i didn't know all the options #but i'd say the Hunt suits her frankly #between her 'lust' for life and adrenaline junkie nature - she is a bit of a hunter at heart #couple that with a love of nature and predators and a bit of dabbling in actual hunting herself #and the general nature of what happens during the Reaping #the Hunt probably is the one that typifies her life the most #with some dabblings in the Slaughter (due to her experiences in the reaping) and the Vast #with honourable mentions I think to the Extinction (also due to the reaping) the Eye and the Web #aesthetic games #bold your aesthetic #tag your aesthetic #spooky month 2023 #horror #blood tw #gore imagery #the magnus archives #the entities #tag games

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inafieldofdaisies · 1 year ago

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OCs as aesthetics for the entities | Tagged by @deputy-morgan-malone and @corvosattano

Instead of doing every category for multiple OCs, I decided to focus on dividing them between OCs, so you can get some lore/story hints on each one (Sabrina, Mercedes, Calahan and Leslie) without the post becoming miles long. :D

iv. THE DESOLATION. senseless pain. warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire. heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for, gone so soon. the smell of gasoline. touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire. death of a loved one. a candle without a flame. an altar in the middle of the woods. animals with burnt fur. plastic explosives. burning hot metal. sweating in an interrogation room. never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you. the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer. the agony of hellfire displayed as art. auburn hair. little clothing in cold weather. a ripple in the air. trying to cool down in vain.

vi. THE END. the last page of a book. nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares. a skeletal hand. the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain. ivory dice. flatlining in a hospital. gambling with death. as old as the universe. soul & spirit tied to an object. a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the pleas of a dying one. knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it. a thousand cords tugging you towards your end. skin that’s freezing to the touch. an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness. watching your own burial. causing your own burial. the smell of death. numbness to fear. words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe. multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

ix. THE LONELY. an apartment too small for a double bed. completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog. point nemo. a house too big to hear your family members in. alone in a faceless crowd. a mask with nothing behind it. separated cubicles. a deafening silence where joy should be. a blinding spotlight. the least missed in your friend group. streets without lights in the windows. isolation. not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence. fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression. knowing your friends are better off without you. talking to someone only to realise they’re gone. a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

x. THE SLAUGHTER. a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby. improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery. holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knifeblock on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs. a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

xi. THE SPIRAL. sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories. distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish colour. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes & tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii. THE STRANGER. wax figures. a close approximation of a human face. a borrowed appearance. a strange smell. glass eyes. furs & pelts. a dance. a song of a choir. the uncanny valley. stitching yourself together. the colours of a circus. a puppet with no strings. mannequins. glitter & sequin. a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew. stolen identities. stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity. the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight. uncomfortable to look at. a faked accent. concealing. forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are. a replacement no one notices. images that look posed. the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiv. THE WEB. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak—willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding. cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realising it. red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unrealiability of chance. watching others dance for you. an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs & fangs. shady forum threads. something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case. a missing witness. connections. the world wide web. power of victimhood. gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

+ THE EXTINCTION. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivours. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

Tagging, @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @cassietrn @madparadoxum @dumbassdep @adelaidedrubman @strangefable @florbelles @aceghosts @wrathfulrook @clicheantagonist @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @thesingularityseries @simplegenius042 @voidika @theelderhazelnut @poisonedtruth @jillvalentinesday @shegetsburned @sstewyhosseini and anyone that would like to do the tag <3

#Mer's parts as answers.... 👀👀👀#oc: sabrina donovan #oc: mercedes “mercy” sibley #oc: leslie parish #oc: calahan hartley #wip: in hope of tomorrow #tagged <3 #character aesthetic #tag games #aesthetics for the entities #character reference

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touloserlautrec · 10 months ago

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Song Pic Saying Tag: Alex

Thanks for the tag, @void-botanist! (Check out their character, Dez, here!)

Rules: Pick an OC and post a song you relate to them, an image that represents them in some way (aesthetic, picrew, art, etc), and a quote of dialogue or narration from them. Totally feel free to expand and explain!

Alex del Sol

Song: My Silver Lining - First Aid Kit

More than anything, Alex wants to have purpose (no matter how challenging), to be running towards something instead of away from it. This is a huge part of his character arc and becomes more and more apparent as he grows, but I think the seeds of it have always been there. The lyrics, "I don't know if I'm scared of dying/But I'm scared of living too fast, too slow," especially feel like him.

Pic:

(You get two pics because he goes through some stuff that gets him from punk-teen era to grown-up-and-blood-is-the-best-accessory era)

Saying:

Teen era:

Gareth’s face tensed up. “You got a look at what it’s like there. Would you piss those people off by pestering them with questions?” “You obviously don’t know me yet, because hell yes I would.” Alex pointed the screwdriver at him.

Bloody era:

“You’re the one who goddamn trained me, so how about putting a little faith in that? You can’t keep going easy on me and protecting me forever. That’s all you and Reeve seem to be capable of lately-- acting like I can't take care of myself and pretending like the weight of the world is heavier for you than it is for the rest of us. You’re as bad as he is. You both need to start treating me like I’m capable of surviving this life, because from where I’m sitting, I’m doing just fine."

Gently tagging: @pandoras-comment-box @thatndginger @scribe-of-stories and @sunset-a-story and open tag!

#sunset a story #tag game #my art #original character #Spotify

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labyrinth-guard · 11 months ago

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Some faith oc stuff :D I had actually made the sprites in the upper left hand corner awhile ago, but I must've forgotten to post them

#spideer'sart #myart #faith oc #nicholas faith oc #rebis faith oc #pandora faith oc #faith the unholy trinity oc #faith the unholy trinity #faith game

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zeanie-arts · 2 years ago

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Told y'all I would be back, I'm still trying to prep for Art Fight, but I do have some art I've been doing just for fun so that'll be mixed in with the icons

For now, though, here's a drawing of my oc Pandora

#my art #oc #ff #flickered faith #art #Pandora #Dark Elf oc #ocs

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pandorascrush · 2 years ago

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LIFE FINDS A WAY

CHAPTER ONE : ALONE

ALL WORK IS MY ORIGINAL WORK

PAIRING: jake x neytiri and eventual jake x oc

TW: Mentions of death, mentions of dying planet, and mentions of sadness :(

SUMMARY: Esperanza Chacón is Trudy’s younger sister who finds herself on Pandora after some unexpected news. Who knew that her decision to leave Earth to go find her sister would change her life forever.

WARNINGS: This is sort of a slow burn to begin with, I want Esperanza as a character to have more backstory and depth to her. I also want this for Trudy because all we really got were glimpses of her but I feel like there was so much potential in Trudy as a character. This is eventual Jake x OC. I love me some Neytiri but for this story it’ll be a different route. All the children still exist though! It will go from 1st person to 3rd person POV a lot. Sorry if it starts off a bit slow but I want some depth. Please enjoy and leave some feedback!!!

NOTES: QUICK LITTLE EDIT. After reading this chapter and editing the next I just realized theres a song that would fit perfectly with the emotions that'll be exposed her and the coming chapters. I'll add it in a link below so ya'll can click it and listen to the song at the same time as you read this chapter! The song is On the Nature of Daylight by Max Richter https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rVN1B-tUpgs ENJOY! <3

ESPERANZA’S POV

My life on Earth was far from perfect, in fact it came with many obstacles along the way. From the planet dying, to people and corporations fighting over natural resources, people would think life on Earth was hell. Many people gave up on fighting for the planet when they realized we didn't have much time left on earth at the rate things were going. But I didn't, every chance I had at seeing Earth’s beauty and resilience I took. It was our planet and home, how could we just give up. But of course not everyone believed or thought the same way I did.

“Okay so what is it that you want to be again, or do?” My sister asks me for what seems to be the hundredth time.

“I already told you, I'm studying plant biology and botanical science along with earth science.”

“But what is the point of that if Earth is dying?” All I could do was just stare at her in disbelief.

“Damn Trudy, have faith in the fact that there’s people like me trying to find a way to help.”

“Sorry sis, but we’re fucked.” She says while holding in a giggle.

It was moments like these that I cherish, this is the last time we’ll be together before she gets shipped off to Pandora, a whole nother planet, moon actually. I take a moment to muster up the courage to ask the next question that I've been avoiding to ask.

“So…how long are you going to leave me for?” I ask Trudy hesitantly. All she does is look around avoiding my eyes and I do the same. I know the answer will be one I don’t like but I need to hear it in order to try and accept it. Accept the fact that I'll be alone.

“Only for five years, no biggie.” She says trying to alleviate the gravity of the situation.

“Yea five years, with six years to arrive and come back from there. Sure Trudy no biggie.”

“Come on Esperanza don’t do that. Don’t get mad, I want to leave on a good note.” She says while holding my hands in hers. I look at her and any anger I feel gets replaced with sadness.

“I know I'm sorry, but it’s just hard you know. Now I'll really be alone.” And that’s when I see the worry in her eyes and regret. But before she gets the chance to rethink her life choices I interrupt her.

“But it’s okay! Don’t worry I'll be fine, I'm a big girl now. Plus before you know it fifteen years will fly by.” I say while faking a smile.

“More like seventeen.”

“Doesn't matter as long as you come back.” I tell her while flashing a smile. All we could do was laugh and hug each other until our arms started getting sore from hugging.

“I love you little sis, i’ll ALWAYS come back to you.” She told me reassuringly.

“I know you will.” Is all I can muster up while giving her a smile.

It starts off with a faint buzzing sound in my ears. It’s a steady beat that seems to get stronger as the seconds pass by. I start to hear a strong thumping sound fill my ears and somehow it starts to overwhelm my senses. And that’s when I feel it, the cold air on my skin, and a bright light being forced in front of my eyes. I start to put my hand up to cover them but my body feels as if it was run over by a truck. It feels heavy and like an outer body experience, I'm not entirely sure if it's me moving my body or someone else. My eyes start to squint open and that’s when I see them.

On one side, there is a human man who seems to be dressed as a doctor. He has dark brown curly hair along with a beard and is wearing glasses. On the other side a na’vi man. Of course I knew they were indigenous to Pandora, but I never knew I would get to see one. But he doesn't look like a regular na’vi, his nose resembles that of a human's nose and he has eyebrows. From the small amount of knowledge I learned thanks to Trudy, the na’vi don't have any facial hair, especially eyebrows. The longer I stare the more I seem to notice that the human man seems smaller than the other man. In fact, he seemed smaller than me which is strange given I’m 5’7 and he seems about 6’0.

As I go to shield my eyes, that's when I see it. A giant blue hand, my giant blue hand. I look down at the rest of myself and I feel as if my world has made a complete 180. Gone are the legs of a human woman, now it’s those of a na’vi woman. And that’s when I feel it, a burning in my eyes and a panic in my chest.

I don’t understand anything at all. I start to panic and I feel the room closing in on me. I can hear my heart beat on the monitor going a million beats per minute. I hear the men yelling around and at me but it’s all just a blur. I’m too confused to understand and it feels as if it's the first time being in my body ever. I don’t even notice the moment I get up to stand.

One minute I’m sitting up and looking around panicking and the next I’m running to who knows where. I just needed to get up and go, the only thing on my mind was finding Trudy. It’s the whole reason why I gave up my life on Earth. To come find Trudy and potentially save her from the sickness the RDA told me she had. It’s while I'm running that I finally notice my size. Running on wobbly legs and taking unsure steps, it reminds me of those videos I once saw of baby giraffes getting up to walk as soon as they were born, before they went extinct. Running got easier with each step I took, it was the trying not to step on humans that was hard.

I barely even made it to the door of wherever we were when I was tackled. I look up to see two blue men trying to hold me down all the while yelling at me to calm down. I don’t know where it came from but I feel a hiss work it’s way out of my throat and I bare my teeth as if it was a natural reaction to being grabbed against my will. It’s when I see their panicked faces that it all starts to dawn on me.

I’m no longer me. I’m in a blue body, on a strange planet alone. I came here for my sister but I don’t even see her, I see these strange men who I have no idea who they are or what they want. A million thoughts are running through my head, and none of them are positive or reassuring. I just want my sister. Not seeing her is just filling me up with worry.

That’s when I feel the sharp jab in my arm while I’m thinking. It just felt like a light pinch, but I still felt it either way. The physical pain momentarily distracted me from my emotional and mental pain. I start to feel my body lose consciousness again and now all I feel is anger. Anger at these men holding me down. Anger at the fact that I’m blue for some reason. And anger at the fact that I don’t see my sister.That’s the last thing on my mind as I drift off into the darkness.

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Jake walks into the lab and immediately walks towards Norm. He came to the lab as soon as Norm informed him that the last avatar woke up. It was still a mystery to him as to why she just didn't seem to wake up. Or want to wake up for that fact. Norm starts telling him of how you tried running off just like Jake had when he awoke in his avatar body. It felt like dejavú all over again for Norm and Jake. He can only stifle a chuckle before he realizes what this means.

This means that when you wake up again you’ll realize that your life as it was is gone. And that’s when it dawned on him, you were utterly and completely alone on a strange planet just like he was at the beginning. How would they be able to explain to you that Trudy has been dead for nearly seven years. They found out as soon as you had arrived who you were, but not the reason behind why you were there.

“So who’s gonna be the one to tell her?” Norm asks, he too realized what this meant.

“You know I can’t stay here for too long Norm, my duties as a chief won’t allow me to.” At this Norm lets out a groan.

“Fine but if she comes after me or hurts me, I’m coming after you, chief.” Norm called after Jake as he walked away to go back to his family.

All Jake could do was walk away and try not to think about how you’ll react. In the back of his head all he could feel was guilt. He knows it wasn't his fault and that it was Trudy’s decision to join the fight but he couldn’t help it. Ever since becoming a father and chief six years ago, he feels a sense of responsibility for everyone. He’s responsible for his family and clan, and now he feels a sense of responsibility over you. He was the reason as to why when you wake up you’ll have no one to greet you. Your sister won’t be there to reassure you or comfort you. But he had to push that to the back of his mind and go back to his clan. He just knew that he had to prepare Neytiri and Mo’at at least for the coming storm that you would be. If you were anything like Trudy, he knew he had to be ready.

Life as he knows it was about to change for you.

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OKAY THERE IT IS GUYS! Here is the very first chapter of LIFE FINDS A WAY. I can't wait to keep writing the rest. I'll probably upload once a week, twice if I really can't help myself. I'm just in love with the ideas I have for this story and where it's going. Even if only one person decides that this story is worth their time, i'll keep writing. I'll make sure to create a master list as well and organize everything on my page as well. Also that is my face claim for Esperanza, it's literally the face of Neytiri and Trudy morphed because I just found this way the easiest to do. Any feedback ya'll decide to leave will be amazing and appreciated. Love ya, TOODLES <3

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redrawthecolorlessworld · 9 months ago

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Ref Sheets Masterpost (or something like that idk)

This post compiles all of the ref sheets i've done, categorized between Rhymix, Epidemic Stellaria, and Reality Haxxors, plus a misc section for ref sheets that don't fit in either category, for the sake of easier accessibility, in case anyone needs them.

The ref sheets have their own tag too, yes, but I'd rather link them all in this post to make things easier. This post might be incomplete because I didn't include the old ref sheets of characters I'm going to redesign. So yeah. More ref sheets will be added over time~

All will be under the cut! :)

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1. Rhymix:

- Glory Road, Lumine, and Ray redesigns + Lorn

- Stasis

- Aremia

- Lucas

- Lady

- Tempestissimo's second design

- Compiled ref sheets 1-10

- Compiled ref sheets 11-20

- Compiled ref sheets 21-30

- Compiled ref sheets 31-40

- Compiled ref sheets 41-50

- Compiled ref sheets 51-60

- Compiled ref sheets 61-67

- Destonio redesigns

- Upshift

- DRG

- Alxaid

- Ionostream

- Aleph redesign

- Mantis redesign

- Astra Walkthrough

- World Fragments III

- Chronicle

- Ars Cantate redesign

- Pandora Paradox

- Aegleseeker's second design

- Trojan redesign

- Hikaru redesign

- ultradiaxon-N3 redesign

- Felys revision

- Hivemind and Hivemind Interlinked

- Chronomia

- Perfect

- Fate "redesigns" (not really redesigns but you get it right)

- Destr0yer

- Credits

- Colorless

- Lea

- Pamolia second design redesign

- Crave Wave

- Terabyte redesign

- Mope Mope

- Mayoeru ref sheet revision (I only changed the name written on the drawing)

- Trap Crow

- Aria (Aremia redesign + rename)

- Pandora Paradox redesign

- Particle Arts

- Inverted World

- Suito

- Ling Hao Cheliang (or just Ling)

- Ether Strike (redesign) and Ether Second

- Primeval Texture (In the past...)

- Nhelv

- Random

- D3D3D3 redesign

- Colorless (redesign? second design? i also dfk)

- Cybernetic Vampire (redesign)

- Testify (redesign)

- World Vanquisher

- Amazing Mighty (redesign? second design? i don't care right now, i'm gonna commit arson /nsrs)

- Miaya (second design)

- Upshift (redesign)

- Momento (redesign)

- Eternity (redesign)

- Aleph-0 (second design)

- Destonio (second design revision + third design) (first design where? into oblivion for now)

- Convergence

- Defection

- Infinite Strife

- Frey

- Horizon Blue and Bloody Marquis

- The 90's Decision

- Pure

- solips (my keyboard STILL won't let me put in the right o. smh)

- Vulcanus

- Particle Arts (redesign)

- Colorless (redesign? third design? i'm gonna dunk paint on myself)

- Saint or Sinner

- Tsunagite (redesign 2)

- Bake no Hana

- Primeval Texture (fourth design redesign) (hopefully the last fucking one)

- MVURBD & Cosmogyral

- Third Sun

- Deus Judicium

- Restricted Access, Rondo of the 3ND, and [NWAD] (+ extra CyberVamp LMAO)

- Deicide

2. Epidemic Stellaria:

- Breach of Faith and Eleazar

- Satomi Miura

3. Reality Haxxors:

- Compiled Arthesia Vignetta and Tyler Morrison ref sheets

- Alex Vignetta

- Arisa

- The Minase twins

- Arthesia Vignetta (redesign)

- Arthesia Vignetta(?)

3. Miscellaneous:

- Arthesia Vignetta (Persona ver.)

- A bunch of LobCorp people

- Aster (LobCorp)

- Raspberry (old oc redesign)

- A.rcaea and R.otaeno gijinka designs or whatever idk i fucking hate myself for this

- Arthesia (LobCorp ver.)

#arthesias pinned post #rhymix: ref sheets #epidemic stellaria: ref sheets #arthesias ocs #misc stuff: ref sheets #reality haxxors: ref sheets

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socially-awkward-skeleton · 1 year ago

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OCs as Entities

tagged by: @adelaidedrubman @direwombat @simplegenius042 @inafieldofdaisies @corvosattano @purplehairsecretlair (thank you all!)

tagging: @strangefable @marivenah @clicheantagonist @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @josephslittledeputy @nightbloodbix @jillvalentinesday @voidika @stacispratt @wrathfulrook @cassietrn and anyone else who'd like to give this a go (sorry for double tags, and no pressure of course)

iv. THE DESOLATION. senseless pain. warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire. heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for, gone so soon. the smell of gasoline. touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire. death of a loved one. a candle without a flame. an altar in the middle of the woods. animals with burnt fur. plastic explosives. burning hot metal. sweating in an interrogation room. never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you. the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer. the agony of hellfire displayed as art. auburn hair. little clothing in cold weather. a ripple in the air. trying to cool down in vain.

x. THE SLAUGHTER. a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby. improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery. holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knife block on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs. a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

xi. THE SPIRAL. sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories.distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish color. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes & tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii. THE STRANGER. wax figures. a close approximation of a human face. a borrowed appearance. a strange smell. glass eyes. furs & pelts. a dance. a song of a choir. the uncanny valley. stitching yourself together. the colors of a circus. a puppet with no strings. mannequins. glitter & sequin. a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew. stolen identities. stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity. the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight. uncomfortable to look at. a faked accent. concealing. forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are. a replacement no one notices. images that look posed. the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiv. THE WEB. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak—willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding. cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realizing it. red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unreliability of chance. watching others dance for you. an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs & fangs. shady forum threads. something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case. a missing witness. connections. the world wide web. power of victimhood. gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

#kit getting the hunt. the slaughter. the extinction. the desolation. and the flesh. who could have ever guessed those would be her motifs??#tagged #oc: kit cross

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insomniac-jay · 8 months ago

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DC OC | Reading List Pt.2

Sophia Evangelista | Angeknight

Angeknight: Between Heaven and Hell - Sophia's debut series that follows her and her team the Sun Angels on their mission to destroy the Fallen Angel Ophiel and her legion of darkness.

Pandora - Major supporting character. Elyon is both Sophia's ward and sidekick before being handed off to the newest Teen Titans.

Sol - Sophia is also a major supporting character in Solana's solo series as her mentor.

Angeknight: Schism - The longest series of Sophia's publication history at over 100 volumes long. Schism follows Sophia having to deal with splitting factions of Angels in Heaven, major changes in her work and personal lives, and learning secrets about her family.

Angeknight: Reformation - As Titans Academy's new guidance counselor, Sophia works hard to push the rowdy children in the right direction. However, she must answer Heaven's call again after receiving a disturbing vision.

Angeknight & Cheshire - A oneshot comic that follows Sophia and Jade tracking down the person who put a hit out on both of them. It takes place shortly after Reformation.

Knights of Titania: Faith, Trust, and Fairy Dust - She appears as a major supporting character. Sophia's one of the group's mentors despite not being a member of the Titans. This is her last appearance under her Angeknight name.

Isis - Sophia's Outsiders (2003) era. Sophia retires Angeknight and moves back to Star City for a fresh start. She forms a new team called the Calvary under a new codename: Isis.

Archangel - An Elseworld story where Sophia joins Team Arrow and becomes the White Arrow then Archangel.

Isis: Champion of Bana-Mighdall - Another alternate universe where Sophia never becomes a Seraphim, instead the champion of the Bana. Various team ups include Artemis, Niobe, Yara, and Donna Troy.

Marietta Brooks | Glamor

Glamor - Marietta's debut. The covers of each volume are references to different album covers of black femme pop singers.

Glamor: All That Glitters - A few years after her debut series, Marietta's reign hasn't stopped as she takes on Hollywood. Before that can happen, a person from her family's past threatens to put out her star.

Glamor: Back in Black - Marietta retires from the world of vigilante crime fighting and into her new position: award winning actress, singer, wife, and mother. That is until a person from her past as Glamor comes back with news so devastating, it forces her to don her costume one last time.

Venus Parks | Star Sapphire

Star Sapphire - Venus's debut. From world famous DJ to intergalactic warrior, Venus's life is full of twists and turns. As a Star Sapphire, it's her duty to restore love to the universe; but sometimes she needs a little love herself.

Star Sapphire: Ring of Light - Venus sought out by the queen of an alien planet to find and return a stolen artifact called the Ring of Light. Venus is up to the task only for the search to be more difficult than she expected. Having no other options, she's forced to team up with the newest Red Lantern, Furiosa.

Star Sapphire: City of Diamond - Who is the Twilight Knight; and why do they want her ring? That's a question Venus wants answered after a mysterious masked figure attacks her while returning to Earth. Teaming up with fellow Star Sapphire, Pepper Jackson, their search takes them to the farthest reaches of the galaxy, to a whole other solar system.

Star Sapphire: Trifecta - During an investigation into illegal weapons trafficking back on Earth, Venus crosses paths with Larissa and a new Green Lantern called Emerald Ranger. They join forces to create Trifecta, a team made up of the three lanterns.

Red Hood and the Outlaws - Venus joins the Outlaws as an ally before becoming a full member.

Boombox - After an incident with her Star Sapphire ring, Venus temporarily retires the mantle and begins to build a new one. Donning a mecha suit made of radio devices, Venus debuts as her new hero persona, Boombox.

Daliah Yukimura | Snow

Snow - Daliah's debut series that features her first forays into being the local superhero in her hometown of Happy Harbor.

Young Justice: Of Ice Queens and Sun Goddesses - Daliah's Young Justice debut. At the request of Superboy, Daliah joins the team alongside another new member, Solana Banks.

Snow & Arrowette - Mini series that follows Daliah and her childhood friend Cissie as a duo; before either of them joined Young Justice. A highlight of this miniseries is the family reunion from hell and the introduction of the Yukimura clan.

Snow & Crysticle - Another miniseries featuring Camryn, Daliah's older sister and member of the Watchers. Camryn has returned home for the summer which means sisterly fun and crime fighting.

Jawbreakers - Now in college and on her way to becoming a professional figure skater, Daliah moves to San Francisco with Solana as roommates. She puts her superhero career to the side to keep up her training. Eventually, she joins the newly formed Jawbreakers.

Justice Girls - An Elseworld story where Cassie breaks off from Young Justice to form her own team, the Justice Girls.

@mayameanderings @punkeropercyjackson @floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid

#jay's dc ocs

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