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eldesperadont · 10 months

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more wrestling ocs doodles 🍊🍐

#u see these two at ur local Interspar what do u do #oc: janet #oc: a.d.#perchtsocs #hanasartstuff

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silverika326 · 4 months

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OC Crackship-Turned-Real Doodles

(Ft. A D&D character who belongs to @shapeshiver! her art’s pretty)

#s.g.’s art #robot oc #oc art #art #oc: tymp 40 #oc: A.D.#oc #original character #they’re in love your honor #look at my ocs!!

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ominus-potato · 3 months

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OKAY OKAY SO, for college we had to make an original graphic novel with our own characters and plot and all that so here’s what I did.

It took weeks to do but I think it’s a pretty sweet story!

The Title is Steel Souls and I’m really proud with how it turned out :D

Characters:

Fiber- nervous robot who can occasionally have bursts of confidence only to shrivel back into his shell after a little while.

Mors- a god of death who has never had a friend before. Since humanity died out years ago, he has not needed to kill so had essentially “retired”. That is until Fiber accidentally summoned him!

#original art #original character #graphic art #graphic novel #2000 a.d.#Steel Souls #oc #oc comic #art #oc artwork #comic #Steel Souls Fiber #Steel Souls Mors #short story

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foster-the-moths · 1 year

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some concept sketches of A.D. Sibylle!!! she's an ai inhabiting a crashed space station. which means she IS the space station. she has a very long backstory lol. shes part of an original story i am making with @official-bps !! (also feel free to send in asks about her!!)

#a.d. sibylle #tesa #foster's art tag #shes a very old oc of mine but i was never able to give her a story so.. we're putting her into this one!! :D

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blanketorghost · 2 months

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[OC x Canon Week 1]

Historical Fashion + "Yeah. It'd be totally weird if we kissed... Totally."

Circa 1837 A.D, Sakoku Era;

During this period, Japan closed its doors to all international trade, with the exception of China and the Netherlands. Pictured: a dutch salesman conversing with one of his clients, a heir of a wealthy Kabuki troupe that survived the prohibition. With Rangaku becoming a popular past time of the upper classes, trading of Dutch literature translated to japanese became common-place.

Some dutch merchants even choosing to stay in Japan and settle down.

#art stuff #twisted wonderland #fanart #azul ashengrotto #doodles #yuu fujisaki #twst oc #twst yuu #twst azul #oc x canon week #twst #azuyuu #yuuazu #eheh i chose the date because the little mermaid was written by hans christian andersen in 1837 #they're totally flirting btw

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anonymous-dentist · 13 days

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i totally agree with that ask about heteronormativity/stereotyping its something that always bothers me when i see it, and it's just so weird because it really doesn't fit them at all? like i feel like it mischaracterizes both of them a lot, some fics just confuse me when they describe roier as ~petite, small, naive, shy~ and describe cellbit as ~serious, strong, muscular, assertive~ or like make cellbit super tall and buff, with roier being small and petite. like are these even the same characters??? are we forgetting how roier is awesome at pvp and can (and has) beat cellbit in a fight with relative ease??? he literally killed cellbit 3 times in purgatory???? anyway rant over this is something that really annoys me also side point, a.d wtf is that image it's terrifying

It’s yaoi

Also, yeah, half the time I’ll read a fic and be like “these guys would be kinda interesting if they were ocs but I do NOT know who they are here!!” because they are Not Cellbit and Roier, they’re like. Calvin and Robert.

#asks!#anon!

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southeastasianists · 9 months

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The divine blend of spices needed to make curry first reached Southeast Asia about 2,000 years ago, when the region began trading with the Indian subcontinent, according to an analysis of ancient spice residue.

The new project analyzed 12 different spice grinding tools unearthed at the ancient trading port of Oc Eo, in modern-day Vietnam, by washing them with water and chemicals. This produced hundreds of tiny fragments that the researchers painstakingly identified (to a reasonable degree of certitude) under a microscope. The results sounded like a shopping list for making curry: turmeric, ginger, fingerroot, sand ginger, galangal, clove, nutmeg and cinnamon.

“These spices are indispensable ingredients used in the making of curry in South Asia today,” the paper says.

Ancient Trading Spices

Where did all these spices comes from?

They could have come from the surrounding countryside. Farmers in Southeast Asia made many of these crops themselves, and if not, they could have imported the seeds and gotten started.

On the other hand, the turmeric could have easily come from India, where use of the spice dates back thousands of years. And the ginger and cloves may have come from India as well, or maybe China.

Cinnamon was widely traded at the time and may have come all the way from Israel.

The galangal, fingerroot and sand ginger are native to Southeast Asia and could easily have come from nearby soils. These more specialized spices are still used in the region’s curry paste.

Footed Grinding Slabs

As a testament to the spice trade’s popularity, the spice grinders made up the majority of the stone tools recovered from Oc Eo and another, nearby city called Angkor Borei. The original archaeological dig at Oc Eo found numerous footed grinding slabs, which look like little stone workbenches for grinding spices – which is what they likely were. Versions of these slabs are still sometimes used in the traditional preparation of curry.

The largest slab recovered measured 2.5 feet by 1 foot. Researchers found it buried not far from a piece of charcoal that dated to about A.D. 250, which hinted at when curry first made its way to the area.

Oc Eo

At that time, the city would have been not just importing and exporting goods but making them as well, according to the paper. Residents raised religious monuments and shaped metal tools, glass jewelry and pottery.

All the while, they would have worked to trade and process many different spices. Archaeologists working there even found an intact nut that dated to about A.D. 200, and it still “yielded a nutmeg aroma,” the paper says.

Now part of Vietnam, Oc Eo once belonged to the ancient kingdom of Funan, which maintained a base of power further up the Mekong River.

In Oc Eo, culture prospered between the first and eighth centuries, during the latter years of the Iron Age. As the site’s ancient canals filled with ships, Buddhism and Hinduism left their own marks on the sprawling complex, including a possible contribution to curry cooking. The need to dye the Buddhist monks’ robes yellow may have first prompted Oc Eo to import turmeric, the paper says.

#Southeast Asia #Ancient Southeast Asia #History #Archaeology #Spices #food cw

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bunnyslvdge · 1 month

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An Introduction . . . 🪽

> Please be 18 + to request writing / rps ♡

Greetings beautiful creatures of Tumblr !

My name is Finch ( yes, like the bird :p ), I'm 25 and non-binary , I have my A.D. in Applied Science , my major being Criminal Justice , and I currently work a full time job at a retail store .

I'm not new to Tumblr , however it's been a long time since I've been around . Life did it's thing and I just lost touch for a while . But now I am back , and ready to hopefully dip my toes back into writing in my free time. I will not always be super active , as I have a life outside of Tumblr / discord , but I will be as active as possible , whenever possible . Writing is my hobby , not my job ♡

I have been writing / role-playing since I was 13 , so I have extensive experience . I prefer to write in 3rd person , semi-literate to advanced literate , past-tense style . Shorter replies are totally fine with me , and sometimes preferred , but I really don't care either way , I tend to match my partner , and heavily prefer quality over quantity . I am a sucker for NSFW elements , and am also cool with other dark and mature themes . Triggers may be discussed in private if we decide to write together .

I prefer to have a partner comfortable with talking ooc , sending memes , and chatting about our muses , as I think our connection is just as important as the rp itself , if not more . I feel better connected to the rp if I feel connected to you !

I don't mind writing m x m , f x f , or m x f pairings ( trans & nb characters also welcome ♡ ) , and I prefer cc x cc when it comes to fandom rps , but I am open to oc x oc plots and ideas any time . I have lots of oc's stock piled !

I will make a separate post regarding fandoms and ships , but for now , it's nice to meet you all , and I look forward to making new friends ♡

#rp account #literate rp #adv lit rp #anime rp #cartoon rp #attack on titan rp #aot rp #jjk rp #mha rp #soul eater rp #voltron rp #naruto rp #hazbin hotel rp #helluva boss rp #mlp rp #monster high rp #oc rp #trigun rp

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daenysthedreamer101 · 2 months

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Youngest Original ~ TVDU

Ch 3 - Ordinary People

Mikaelson!OC

Warnings: descriptions of blood, murder, injury, death, abusive Mikael, fem oc

Corresponding episode: TVD 3x8

Masterlist

Mystic Falls, September 2010

In the tunnels below the old Lockwood property, Elena, Alaric, and Damon explored. They walked toward a cavernous hole.

"This is as far I get to go," Damon said as he let Elena and Alaric pass. Elena shines her torchlight against the walls of the caves. They are covered in ancient-looking paintings and drawings.

"What is all this?" She asks, confused.

"As far as I can tell, it's a story," Alaric responds and proceeds to explain the drawings.

"Gets better, show her, Ric," Damon says from the entrance.

"Names. And they're not native. They're written in runic, a Viking script." Alaric explains as he shines his light upon names carved high on one of the walls. Elena's brows rise in surprise.

"This name here, when translated, reads Niklaus," Alaric revealed as he shone his light on one of the names.

"Klaus..." Elena concludes.

"And Elijah...and Rebekah." Alaric pointed to the other names on the wall.

1001 A.D.

Rebekah was carving her names on the wall of the caves with a knife, while Klaus held a torch.

"Rebekah, let me have at it," Klaus suggested to his little sister.

"Quiet, Niklaus." Rebekah shushed him as she continued carving her name. "I'm to have my concentration if I'm not to slice off a finger."

"Father will not like you handling the blade," Klaus pointed out.

"If I want to wield a blade, I shall wield a blade," Rebekah responded confidently. "Father need not know."

"He will find out. He always does." Klaus argued.

"That is because you always tell him." Rebekah turned to face her brother.

"I cannot help it. He frightens me." Klaus confessed quietly.

Rebekah's eyes softened in understanding. "He frightens us all. That is why we stick together as one. Always and forever." Klaus looked down, avoiding her eyes.

Rebekah smirked. "Right, traitor?"

"Right." He responded with a smirk of his own.

"Here. You finish. I'm to help Mother and Kassie with the meal." Rebekah stated as she turned toward him.

"Yes, go tend to dinner and leave the blades to the men, little sister." Klaus mocked and put his hand out to take the knife. Rebekah handed him the knife with the blade facing first and in the process, she cut his palm.

"Agh, Bekah!" Klaus grunted in pain. Rebekah smiled.

"It is just a little blood. Be a man about it." She walked away with a smirk and left Niklaus to finish carving out their names.

"These are the names of the Original family?" Elena asked.

"Carved into a cave that's been here since way before the founding of Mystic Falls. Or even the entire New World for that matter." Alaric explained.

Elena argues that these have to be one of Klaus's fakes. Alaric agrees with her initially but then points to one other name on the wall and it reads - Mikael.

"Mikael? Mikael, as in the vampire hunter who knows how to kill Klaus?" Elena asked, shocked.

"Yep. I now like to call him Papa Original." Damon joked.

Later that day, Elena was at school and took the opportunity to talk to Rebekah. If they wanted to find out more about the Original family, she would have to go straight to the source.

"I was hoping we could talk," Elena says to the blonde.

"About what? Stefan? Don't worry, I'm off him until he starts treating me better." Rebekah says, tilting her head.

Elena takes a photo of Rebekah's name out of her bag and shows it to her. "Actually, I'd rather talk about this."

Rebekah's eyes grow wide. "I'm curious why you and Klaus have spent a thousand years running from your father," Elena added.

"I should get back to the girls. Homecoming's right around the corner." Rebekah says and turns away, trying to avoid talking about her father.

"Well, then maybe we'll ask Mikael when we wake him." Elena subtly threatened.

"You're bluffing. You don't know where he is. No one does." Rebekah argued.

"So who's rotting in that old cemetery in Charlotte?" Elena questioned.

Rebekah walked back to Elena. "If you wake Mikael we are all doomed." She warned the doppelganger.

"Why don't you want me to wake him?" Elena asked again.

"I need to get back to the girls," Rebekah repeated herself and walked away, memories of her human life and her father coming back to her mind.

1001 A.D. - Rebekah's POV

Rebekah noticed Klaus and Elijah were sparring again and called for her younger brother to watch them with her. "Come on Henrik! Our brothers are fighting again."

Elijah and Klaus sparred, their swords clashing against each other, the sound of metal ringing in the air.

"Oh look, sister's arrived to watch my fast-approaching victory." Elijah boasted while he and Klaus circled one another.

"On the contrary Elijah..." Klaus responded and their swords clashed once again. "She's come to laugh at you." He finished his sentence as he beat Elijah.

Their parents, Esther and Mikael, approached the scene. Kassandra was right behind their mother, carrying a basket full of clean laundry she just finished washing in a nearby creek.

"Relax, Mikael. Niklaus means well." Their mother said, trying to calm her husband down.

"That is precisely my problem." He responds and motions for Elijah to hand over his sword, who does so reluctantly. Rebekah's smile falls from her face and Kassandra frowns at her father's words and tone of voice.

"So...why don't you teach me that trick, young warrior?" Mikael asks Klaus and attacks him. Klaus manages to fend off the strike.

"Father, we were just having fun," Klaus replied, trying to explain himself.

"We fight for our survival...and you find time for fun!?" Mikael yelled at Klaus. "I wanna have fun! Teach me, come on!"

"Father, it was nothing." But Mikael didn't want to hear a word of it. Instead, he attacked Klaus once again, this time more aggressively.

He strikes the sword out of Klaus's hand and kicks him to the ground. "You are foolish and impulsive, my boy." Their mother could only watch as Mikael held the sword inches away from Klaus's throat.

"What, no more laughter?" Their father taunted.

"You've made your point, Mikael," Esther said, trying to defuse the situation. Mikael thrust the sword into the earth next to Klaus's head.

"Some days, it's a miracle you're still alive, boy," Mikael said and walked away, leaving a frightened Klaus on the ground.

"Bekah...Come. Help me with the laundry, will you?" The soft voice of her younger sister pulled her out of her thoughts.

Rebekah looked at her - Kassie was just as frightened, she had the same fear in her eyes all of them had when they were around their father. She just nodded and walked with her sister, both silent and too afraid to say anything.

In the meantime, Alaric was trying to figure out what the symbols on the wall meant. Elena came into his apartment and assured him she would get the information out of Rebekah.

Down in the Forbes prison cell, Damon visited a chained-up Stefan who's been bound to a chair by Lexi and Elena, days earlier. In the end, Damon decided to free his brother.

"Screw this Lexi plan. I think we both could use a drink." Damon said.

Elena's POV

Elena walked into the Salvatore household and was greeted by Rebekah.

"You invited me over. To talk." She reminded the Original.

"All right girls, have at it," Rebekah said and six girls appeared in different colored dresses.

"Now, twirl, please." The girls did as they were told.

"You compelled your own runway show?" Elena questioned as she moved closer.

"I need a homecoming dress. So, what do you think? Pick one." Rebekah responded like it was obvious why she compelled them.

"I'm not here to help you shop," Elena said, annoyed that Rebekah was avoiding the reason why she even came here in the first place. "I'm here to talk about why you don't want me to wake up Mikael."

Rebekah smiled and then proceeded to speed over to the first girl in line. She pulled at her hair, exposing her neck. "I said pick one, Elena." She said while her true vampire face appeared.

"The red one!" Elena quickly points to the red dress.

Rebekah dismissed the girls and compelled them to forget everything. She picked up a glass of champagne and walked over to Elena.

"You do not threaten me." Rebekah hissed as she got closer to the brunette. "You will learn what I allow you to learn. Is that clear?"

Elena nodded, too intimidated by the blonde to say anything.

Back in Alaric's apartment, Bonnie came to visit. She brought him Elena's necklace which she tried destroying days earlier.

He picks up a photo. "I've been staring at this image all day, wondering why it looked so familiar." Then he brings the necklace to the same level as the photo.

"It's the same design..." Bonnie connected the dots.

"Your grandmother said the necklace belonged to the witch that put the hybrid curse on Klaus, right?" Bonnie nodded.

"This symbol is repeated all across the wall and I've been trying to figure out what it meant," Alaric said as he took a marker pen and wrote something on a sticky note.

"Now I know." He put the sticky paper on the photo and showed it to Bonnie - the word on the note read witch.

In the Salvatore Boarding House, Elena and Rebekah enter Stefan's room. Rebekah starts snooping around, rummaging through his stuff.

"Are you gonna root through his stuff all night, or are you gonna start your story?" Elena asked as she leaned against the frame of the door.

"You really are no fun." The blonde responded as she walked across the room. "What do you want to know?"

Elena questioned how they ended up in North America if it hadn't been discovered yet. "Not by anyone in your history books" Rebekah replied with a chuckle.

"My mother knew the witch Ayana, who heard from the spirits of a mystical land where everyone was healthy. Blessed by the gifts of speed and strength. That led my family here where we lived amongst those people." Rebekah explained.

"The werewolves?" Elena asked, her brows raised in surprise.

"To us, they were just our neighbors. My family lived in peace with them for over 20 years, during which time my family had more children. Including me."

"You make it sound so normal" Elena commented.

"It was," Rebekah responded softly and proceeded to tell Elena the rest of the story.

1001 A.D. - Kassandra's POV

She was sewing and patching up the sleeve on one of Elijah's shirts he ripped a couple of days ago. She was sitting next to the window for better visibility. Rebekah was next to her, looking at all the pendants hanging from the window. She touched one and it burned her.

"Ayana. You burned me!" Rebekah said shocked.

"That is not yours to touch." The older woman responded matter-of-factly.

Kassandra just chuckled when all of a sudden someone could be heard yelling. "Is that Niklaus? Something is wrong!" Rebekah said worriedly.

Kassie stood up and through the window, they could see Klaus carrying an unconscious Henrik. Bekah gasped. Both sisters ran out of the house, Kassie forgetting all about her task.

"Mother!" Klaus yelled for their mother while putting their injured brother on the ground. Kassandra couldn't believe her eyes - her baby brother was deathly pale, blood covering his face and neck, his tunic ripped, and deep wounds marred his stomach.

Rebekah's mouth was open in shock. Kassandra felt like someone punched her in the stomach. They ran closer, quickly followed by Ayana. Their mother finally came into view. Kassie didn't even notice Elijah running to them, her eyes focused on their little brother.

"Henrik! No, no! What happened?" Their mother asked, her eyes wide in shock.

"The wolves...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Klaus said remorsefully, sitting on the ground, holding his knees, tears in his eyes.

Mother touched Henrik's pale face. Kassandra took notice of how his chest never moved, how it didn't rise and fall like it would if he was asleep. His chest was still. She could see where this was going but was too afraid to say anything. She held tightly onto Bekah's hand.

"We must save him! Please, there must be a way!" Their mother begged Ayana. The dark-skinned woman touched his cheek.

"The spirits will not give us a way, Esther" Ayana responded apologetically and Mother looked at her in shock, her green eyes full of disbelief.

"Your boy is gone," Ayana said sadly. Kassandra could feel her eyes filling up with tears, her vision becoming blurry. She could feel her heart pounding loudly in her ears. The pain in her chest was almost unbearable. She could feel her throat tightening.

Her mother looked horrified. Elijah put his hands around their mother while she cried and wailed in agony. Rebekah crouched down to Klaus's level and embraced him. No one embraced Kassandra. She held herself, putting her arms around her body to stop herself from shaking.

She didn't register when the tears started spilling down her face, chasing one another.

"That was the beginning of the end of peace with our neighbors. And one of the last moments my family had together as humans." Rebekah finished her retelling.

Elena stayed silent, not knowing how to respond. Then her phone buzzed. Rebekah blinked and shook her head.

"You better get that. That will be Damon checking up on you." She said to the human, trying to compose herself.

Damon tells Elena he's at a bar and over the phone Elena could hear Stefan. Elena questions why Stefan's free and how could Damon let him out like that. Damon tells her that he knows what he's doing and hangs up.

Elena sighs in frustration.

Hours passed and Elena's patience was as thin as a sheet of paper. Rebekah was lying on Stefan's bed, reading one of his journals.

"Did you get your fill of snooping? Can we get on with the story?" Elena says, eager to learn more about the Originals and their history.

Rebekah put the journal down and got up from the bed. She walked over to the table Elena was sitting at. Her eyes fell upon a photo of Elena with Stefan.

"Honestly, I don't get you two as a couple." She said while shaking her head.

"Why would you? You don't know anything about who he really is." Elena argued. Rebekah smiles and puts the photo down.

She leans closer to Elena's face. "I know exactly who he is. He's a vampire. We're a predatory species. We don't have time to care about humans and their silly little lives."

"Is that why you did that runway show earlier? Because you don't care about the homecoming dance?" Elena asked rhetorically. She got up and said she was leaving. Rebekah argued that Elena didn't even hear half the story.

"And you're not going to tell it. You're just bored and looking for someone to push around. Find someone else to play with. Maybe you can compel yourself a friend." Elena bit back, annoyed with Rebekah's behavior.

"The necklace wasn't Stefan's to give," Rebekah said. Elena stopped in her tracks.

"It belonged to the Original Witch," Rebekah added.

Elena turned back around. "The one who put the hybrid curse on Klaus?"

"Not just the hybrid curse. She's the one who turned us into vampires." Rebekah revealed.

1001 A.D.

"Please Ayana, I implore you. You must call upon the spirits before the next full moon." Mikael said to the witch as they discussed their dire situation, while the candles burned and the fire cracked softly in the hearth.

"I will not. It is a crime against nature." Ayana argued.

"Ayana, we have already lost too much. We cannot lose anymore!" Esther begged.

"The spirits can help us find a way to protect our children" Esther explained.

What they didn't know was that their daughters, Kassandra and Rebekah, were behind one of the walls, eavesdropping.

"So vampirism was a form of protection?" Elena asked as they both walked down the stairs to the living room.

"What else would it be?" Rebekah asked.

"A curse."

"My parents only saw a way of keeping their children alive."

"But why stay? If they were so afraid of the werewolves, why not leave?"

"Pride" Rebekah said, disdain coating her voice. "My father didn't want us to run anymore."

"He wanted to fight and be superior to the wolves. Where they could bite, we had to bite harder. Where they had speed, we had to be faster. Agility. Strength. Senses." Rebekah explained.

"In her hands? How could she do anything?" Elena questioned as Rebekah recalled the memory of her parent's conversation.

"Because my mother was also a witch," Rebekah answered.

"What?" Elena asked, confused.

"The witch of the Original family. The Original Witch." Rebekah spelled it out for Elena, leaving the doppelganger dumbfounded.

"But if your mother was a witch then-"

"Am I? No. A witch is nature's servant. A vampire is an abomination of nature. You can either be one or the other. Never both." Rebekah explained as she rummaged through the living room, looking for a drink.

"My mother did this for us. She did not turn." She added.

"How did you turn?" Elena asked, curious to know how the first vampires came to be.

"She called upon the sun for life and the ancient white oak tree, one of nature's eternal objects, for immortality...That night, my father offered us wine laced with blood. And then he drove his sword through our hearts."

"He killed you?" Elena asked, shocked.

"And he wasn't delicate about it, either."

1001 A.D. - Kassandra's POV

There was nothing. Just pure darkness. Silence. Darkness engulfed her entire being and every part of her mind. She suddenly became aware of this darkness. She wasn't sure what to think of it. She felt like she was in a dream, floating in a sea of infinite nothingness. "Is this death?" She wondered.

After an unspecified amount of time, she could hear someone calling for her in the distance, she could feel her consciousness coming back to her. She could feel someone shaking her. It felt like someone was ripping her away from this weirdly comfortable cocoon of darkness that crept all around her.

"Kassandra! Wake up! Please wake up! I beg you little sister, wake up!"

With a gasp, she opened her eyes and came back to the world of the living. Her eyes fell upon the face of her older brother, Elijah. Relief washed over his features, for just a second. She took a second to find her voice.

She then noticed a massive blood stain on his shirt. "Elijah! You...are you alright?" She asked with concern in her voice.

"I should ask you the same question, little dove." He said and gestured to her chest. She looked down and gasped.

Her white sleeping dress had a massive blood stain, that matched Elijah's. She peeked down her dress, expecting to see a wound, but there was nothing, her abdomen was fine.

Her hand trembled as she touched the blood stain. Her heart was still beating, but how? Their maniac of a father killed them. First Elijah and then her. She barely registered when Elijah pulled her closer, embracing her and holding her tightly in his strong arms.

"Shhh, Kassie, you will be fine, we will be just fine." He whispered in her ear in his usual soft, calming voice. She buried her head in his chest and sobbed loudly, not being able to contain herself.

"How? How is this possible? Elijah...he killed us. Our father killed us!" She managed to say through her tears.

"Shhh...none of that matters now. You're safe with me, Kassie. I will always protect you." Elijah tried pacifying his hysterical sister, smoothing out her dark curls.

The door opened and their father walked in, and with him came Axel, one of the villagers. Kassandra has been in love with him for years now, and only recently confessed. To her surprise, he liked her back and they shared their first kiss in the woods where he promised her he would marry her.

"Father, what is the meaning of this?" Elijah asked, holding Kassandra close to him.

"We must finish what we started. You have to drink if you want to live." He said and pushed Axel to the ground where the siblings were sitting. He took out a knife and cut Axel's forearm. Blood poured all over his arm and on the ground below.

Elijah tried shielding her from the sight. Their father pushed Elijah away and then he grabbed the back of her head. "Drink!" He ordered and pushed her face down toward Axel's wound.

She tried resisting but her father was stronger and continued shoving Axel's bloody forearm in her face. Quickly her mouth latched itself onto the wound. Mouthfuls of blood poured down her throat. Instead of the metallic taste she expected, her throat was laced with the sweetest taste she had ever consumed.

Sweeter than honey, smoother than a gulp of cold water on a hot summer day, the feeling of euphoria and pleasure spread through her entire body, her mind telling her to drink more. Every nerve in her body was on fire and she wanted more.

After drinking for a couple of more seconds she stopped and took in a long breath, the sweet aftertaste still buzzing in her mouth. She sighed in pleasure, her eyes fluttering shut.

She was too focused on licking her finger clean to notice Elijah's horrified expression and how her father forced Elijah to drink as well.

"It was euphoric. The feeling of power was indescribable." Rebekah told Elena.

"But the witch Ayana was right about the consequences. The spirits turned on us and nature fought back." She added.

"For every strength, there would be a weakness. The sun became our enemy. It kept us indoors for weeks. And though my mother found a solution...there were other problems."

"Neighbors who have opened their homes to us could now keep us out. The flowers at the base of the white oak burned and prevented compulsion. And the spell decreed that the tree that gave us life could also take it away...So we burned it to the ground."

"But the darkest consequence was something my parents never anticipated. The hunger. Blood has made us reborn and it was blood that we craved above all else. We could not control it. And with that...the predatory species was born." She concluded.

Stefan and Damon were still at that bar, snacking on the waitresses. Stefan asked Damon why he broke him out of the jail cell.

"Maybe I wanted to remind you what freedom was like before Klaus took it," Damon said to his brother.

Stefan says that as long as Klaus lives, he will do as Klaus says.

"That's my point, Stefan! You've given up. You can sit around and be his little bitch or you can get mad enough and do something about it." Damon responded.

"Damon he cant be killed," Stefan argued.

"Maybe I can help with that." An unknown male voice said. A tall, middle-aged-looking man with steel-blue eyes approached them. "The Salvatore boys, I presume."

Stefan takes a good look at the man. "Mikael."

After threatening to kill Damon, Mikael came to an agreement with them - Stefan would lure Klaus back into Mystic Falls.

Back at the Salvatore house, Elena and Rebekah talk some more. Rebekah explained how Klaus's first kill triggered his werewolf gene, which exposed Esther's affair and the fact that Klaus was not Mikael's son.

"But Mikael's greatest weakness as a human was his pride. As a vampire, it was magnified. He went on a rampage and killed half the village. Then he came home and killed her." Rebekah recalled somberly.

"Mikael killed your mother!?"

"He said she broke his heart, so he would break hers. He tore it from her chest as Nik watched."

After Rebekah explained the vow of Always and Forever she, Klaus, and Elijah made together, Elena questioned why she would stay with Klaus after he put her in a coffin for 90 years.

Rebekah explained how a vampire's emotions are heightened. She's stubborn, Elijah's moral, and Nik has no tolerance for those who disappoint him.

She thought of her sister and how Kassandra was the most loyal person she knew but chose to not mention her sister to the doppelganger. "Not yet," She thought as she turned back to face the said doppelganger who questioned why she still loved Klaus.

"He's my brother, and I'm immortal. Should I spend an eternity alone instead?" Elena gave her a look.

Rebekah tells Elena to leave and that she wants no part in her games. Elena asked why they shouldn't wake Mikael. The doppelganger argues that Klaus has a hold over her life and Stefan's as well.

"Do what you need. Wake Mikael at your own peril. But make no mistake, if you come after my brother I will rip you apart. And I get my temper from my father. " Rebekah threatened.

"Now leave." The blonde moved away and Elena quickly got out of the house.

After visiting the caves once again this time with Bonnie and Alaric, Elena makes a shocking discovery. She returns to the Salvatore house with evidence.

She explained to Rebekah that it was Klaus who killed their mother, not Mikael. Rebekah refused to believe. She took the photos and threw them in the fire. Elena asks her why she's so upset.

"Why are you doing this to me? I've done nothing to you." Rebekah asked with tears in her eyes.

"Klaus killed your mother. He has a hold on you, on me, on everyone. He has for a thousand years. We have to make it stop-"

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP! DON'T TALK ANYMORE! NOTHING!" Rebekah yelled at her while pinning her against a wall. Her eyes turned red and black veins appeared on her face as she held Elena by the throat.

Then she lets Elena go, breaks down into tears, falls to the ground, and cries.

***

In this chapter we see how the Originals came to be and I obviously focused on Kassie's transformation.

Thank you for reading and I hope you like it. ❤❤❤

If you have any opinions feel free time comment.

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eldesperadont · 2 years

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heehoo, my wrestling oc A.D.

—actual name René Schrattenecker, a demonic lil bastard brat working in the european indie scene, just really into fighting and entertaining crowds, the wrestling ring being the place they feel most comfortable in to express themself. Would be a babyface if he wouldnt rely sm on trickery;; has a few spooky moves that nobody wants to really question cause uhh… is that kid actually demonic?

#havent made proper gear refs yet #yes they have a tail #'perchta's favourite little devil' perchta is a figure/goddess in alpine folklore #CEWF is my made up wrestling company based in Linz Austria #'central european wrestling federation'#several of my wrestling oc where trainees there - AD is one of the few who's still a mainstay there #wanting it to be the highlight of the european wrestling scene #this character is very much based on myself in regards of cultural background and identity #my face also a little #but it is an oc #all of my characters are shaped by my experiences - this one just a little more than usually #hanasartstuff #oc: a.d.#oc: andrei #oc: nikolai #perchtsocs #wrestling ocs

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kikaitales28 · 3 months

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OC SHOWCASE #0

HYVANN: Gyganos soldier

Origins

=3044 A.D. the 30th Gaian Century=

Humanity was the in the middle of a great era, an era of understanding, growth, and independence thanks to the efforts and sacrifices of many across the years. From this prideful spirit came the desire to venture into the many unknowns that besieged our world and beyond, with one of the first steps being earthbound in origin, the formation of the Southern Cross government in the Antarctic continent of the South Pole; from which many scientific studies and expeditions across the icy caps and snow filled fields of the pole were carried out by insightful scholars in the field. Unfortunately...this desire would prove to be one of the first steps into a drastic shift for our race and our future...

In the Eve of Christmas, a group of scientists would uncover...a creature of great size, and with it a forgotten den...a temple, filled with never-to-be-seen markings and artifacts that belonged to an unknown civilization! Like locusts they took what they could to their homelands for further inspection outside the harsh Antarctic soil, unknowingly triggering the rise of a foreboding force of great power and vile design.

Much to the terror and dismay of the science division of the UK plus the company backing them up, "Nina", their so-called mistress of secrets..woke up from a prolonged slumber and wasted no time in bringing fire and ash to these foolish humans. Simultaneously via a special telepathic/Synaptic link...triggered a special command to the temple to rise back up in the South Pole! The Swarm known to this day as the ZARKRYGON had thus made contact with humankind and has turned the once "prosperous" city of London and most of the UK into a Hive fortress, and so was the South Pole with the rise of their Babel-ish Tower of Bioengineering.

In response, plus several alliances forged for the salvation of Earth, from which the past was brushed off, would see the kickstart of Project Talos; from which the Gyganos Soldier Battalions were formed and deployed across the globe as the ultimate force of defense and offense against the many odds stacked against them by the Zarkrygon Swarm!

The Gyganos Soldiers

[PS: Due to the highly secretive nature of their development, most if not all of the information regarding to their origin is highly secured and only accessable for high command, so unfortunately we won't be able to learn the creation, therefore birth of these Mecha Goliaths and therefore Hyvann's birth]

•Height: 100 [approximately]

•weight: 737 [approximately, without equipment]

•Occupant Accommodation: none

•Physique/build: outside of their bulky appearance seen in combat, one of the most interesting details about them is that behind their Masker Plates..hide an androgynous visage that we can't quite pin down why was this design applied in the first place [we can't deny however that it ain't pretty or awe inspiring to see].

•Equipment: [we only have data in regards to standard equipment, but suffice to say that it is known that they have more than what you see here]

•Speed: Despite their bulky and clunky appearance, the Gyganos Soldiers are fast troopers, often throwing off enemies by the fact that something that hulking shouldn't be moving "that fast" on the battlefield! [Speed: Approximately 50-70 km sprinting]

•Strength: still to be determined/ambiguous, but they definitely pack a strong punch! Stronger than any known artillery or machinery in Earth's history and of course surpassing humans by design.

Hyvann [Pronounced as Hi-van]

Hyvann comes from the 118th Battalion known as "Leviathan", as previously said their origin/birth is unknown/classified outside of the propaganda/news coverage which claims "the Gyganos Army are the culmination of Engineering and A.I., all in perfect synchrony to build the ultimate warrior against the ultimate foe." What we do know well about Hyvann is somewhat of a shared trait the Gyganos Army have with each trooper, that is a life-like personality but for Hyvann's spotlight in this file we know that they're a modest, grounded, and introspective individual, composed even in the most harshest of environments; however that doesn't mean they won't just idle and when the moment presents itself, they can dish-out a rather "snarky callback" on the scene, a juxtaposition between being humble and poised.

Unfortunately, that's where we'll end this file by wishing Hyvann and their Battalion the best of luck.

Godspeed, and may Gaia light your way...

Behind the Scenes

•The Gyganos Army/Hyvann, their aesthetic is heavily inspired/influenced by the incredible work of Mech/Art Designer Makoto Kobayashi of Dragon's Heaven & Armored Core fame, going with that blend between Biology and Machinery that in the end produce a dream-like yet functional fusion with his Mecha; all in part thanks to French Artist Moebius being an influence seen in his illustrations.

•Hyvann, if described with all honesty is essentially my take on Shaian from Dragon's Heaven, that mellow yet big presence, almost like having a "big mech papa" or "chunky bud" if that makes sense [unless you've seen the OVA].

•In-Universe Newspaper snippet: I added a shout-out to DeviantArt artist & good buddy of mine, Feyzer for being a great dude in helping me out whenever I advance on my Original Works; he came up with the nickname "Nina" for this <X)

Link to his page if you want to check him out

[PS: I will make a post exclusively focused on the Zarkrygon and "what we know about them so far"]

I'm open for honest feedback and your thoughts on the comments below ^u^ 👇

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m1j0r-ad · 2 months

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eeh intro post?? ANYWAY

∆ im major A.D. and i draw mostly my OCs so yall can prob find here many of them

∆ i enjoy historical stuff mostly WW1 or Russian history related

∆ i also into games and i want to make games in future

∆ my telegram @m1j0rAD [or @wannistaugust if you want to chat with me]

#artists on tumblr #digital art

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undeadvinyls · 1 year

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reposting the science girlies since i made some color changes :]

og text under the cut !!

middle aged undead spice girls aka new ocs

from L to R; dr. agata daria klimat, prof. dagmar hrom, dr. maria proton and dr. caroline gene