got tagged by @gwynbleidd to do this picrew which i LOVEDDD this is definitely the closest picrew i’ve gotten to how i picture rine and isabella :’)

i tag whoever’d like to do it and also i put each oc/what they’re from under the cut so as not to spam because i love infodumping about my girls ♥️

hojo rine aka wreck — from wreck runner, a random venture run from six to start that i fixated on truly out of nowhere Twice. sad butch lesbian of my heart one day i will relearn to draw for you

isabella ellis aka hellborn — dc oc, varies wildly depending on which source i’m playing with at that time but GENERALLY: kind and sweet and helpful and also from hell and i like the intersection of all those qualities a lot. she is also a lesbian i just didn’t want to put a pin on her skin and forgot you could move it

tav khoury — baldur’s gate 3, tempest cleric of talos and college of lore bard multiclass, sage background, human, goes from neutral evil to true neutral over the course of the game. romances astarion, weird dynamic with raphael that does not! stop her from killing him. you understand.

molly drew — project zomboid, specifically the serious vanilla roleplay server. burglar, thin-skinned, cowardly, fear of blood, eagle-eyed, fit, weak stomach. i miss her i gotta hop back on PZ

ocs as character tropes

tagged by @gwynbleidd thank youuu i love these uquizzes! speaking of, anyone can take the quiz here!

under the cut because it’s long, but i tag anyone who wants to do it! and please tag me if you do, i DO want to hear about your tavs or your farmers or your tarnisheds or your wholly original ocs, i love hearing about people’s ocs

hojo rine/wreck: the disqualified

the disqualified [noun, origin unknown] refers to a character who's became too numb to the concept of the world, to the point of deeming oneself not able to express any sort of emotion, whether positive or a negative one. this state is usually the one to follow after feeling too much, as if to balance out the overwhelming sensation of human emotion. living up to their title, they often consider themselves 'disqualified' from being a human, forsaken and unloved, abandoned by the world they've never had interest in. they don't know where they belong or where should they go - every second of breathing air is a waste of oxygen someone worthier could use. the disqualified symbolize the constant state of feeling nothing but tiredness, state where all is merciless but the end. this is the one and only test outcome where i as the writer shall personally interfere - please, my most beloved disqualified, keep longing to feel again. there's so much you've never felt and so much you'll desire to feel again. in the words of Osamu Dazai (who's the creator of the title 'the disqualified' I so happily stole) - "Everything passes." a statement as short as it is true - everything passes, even the numbness. after it, you'll experience so much more beauty of the world - beauty that might pass just as the numbness did, but in it's temporary and unique nature lies the reason why it's to be cherished. so, please, try to hold on a bit. sometimes, holding on is the best we can do and most of the times, it's just enough. - a (former) fellow disqualified

yeahhhh that’s her. sad butch views herself as a ghost among the living without believing in ghosts and flees to space just to avoid the aching numbness of being on a planet without the people she loves. that’s my girl…i love him

isabella ellis/hellborn AND tav khoury both got: the icarus

[noun, greek origin] refers to a character, first curious and childish, who got so bored of the world's rotten nature they lost all hope in living. as the last resort to find the spark in the world of dying stars, the icarus may have attempted numerous times to touch the blazing surface of the sun, hoping to see any kind of redemption in the reflection of their face in the sun's flames. as a result, their wings were melted down and their bones broken by the harsh landing, yet that still didn't stop them from trying all over again. the people of icarus' nature often believe their place is with the stars and their desire to burn amongst them causes them to forget the beauty of the land they've abandoned, merely flying over it - the world has stored so much beauty for them they often struggle to see through the rays of sun and yet, it is still there. the most beautiful of flowers grow upon the lands their feet haven't even touched and maybe, just maybe, if they spared a bit of their time to give the (them forsaken) world another chance, they'd see that sky might not be the home they truly desire, but one they've seeked just because they have seen only the worst of the world. - a fellow icarus

hmmm. that fits isabella but not really tav? she IS very determined and she IS very ambitious wrt seeing the bounds of reality but she’s grounded in a way that doesn’t quite fit this. isabella for Sure though, beloved infernal freakgirl of my heart. this is also not me bashing this quiz, tav is weird in oddly hyperspecific ways that are hard to pin as a specific trope. though maybe this is just more bad end tav than normal end tav…much to consider.

calypso park/the farmer: the saint

the saint [noun, latin origin] refers to a character that has taken upon themselves the role of saint via listening to prayers, concerns and troubles of others. characters falling under this cathegory are obviously merely metaphorical saints, which is a quality many people struggle to realize. the saints are said to be helpful and caring under any circumstance, believing that making themselves useful increases their self worth in the eyes of people they care about. they often forget that they are indeed humans in roles of saints, that they still have human limitations and problems that can potentially pile up until they fall from the metaphorical heavens they occupy...yet mostly, this doesn't stop them from taking burdens from people and putting it on their own back in hopes of being more responsible in taking care of them. there's strange naivety in the good they do, slight hope that they can take everything and anything they try to fix and help out with. this naivety is often replaced with denial and regret as soon as one realizes that sometimes, it's impossible to pose as a saint. but that's just the tragic cycle of them - trying to help out, getting dragged from heavens by the burden they voluntarily stole, falling, laying on the ground wide-eyed and tired before climbing back into the clouds again. as of now, there's no cure to being one of the saints - it is up to them to realize that they are not responsible for anyone's happiness apart from their own and that it's not selfish to put them before others. it's natural and - as much as they want to stray away from it - human. - a fellow saint

britney spears crying and nodding yeah gif…part of it’s a little bit just the nature of being a video game protagonist (the farmer’s really out here responding to everyone’s random entreaties for help in sdv, which is NOT a bad thing but it is what it is) but it also does fit calypso’s character. who is she if she’s not helping someone? who is she if she’s not running herself ragged to do so? who is she in the quiet moments? yeag…i like her

picrews, as tagged by @gwynnbleiddd ! rine and isabella and tav :) i tag anyone who’d want to like to do it! links are here: X | X

i was tagged by @gwynbleidd in this picrew so y’all already KNOW i’m making my girls ♥️ rine, isabella, tav, and rose! i tag @wretcheddthing because i want to see venali and also anyone else who wants to do it

WHAT’S AT YOUR CHARACTER’S CORE?

tagged by @gwynbleidd to take this uquiz for my ocs!! ty dude this one was so fun (and sad. read for filth, my girls!)

tagging @wretcheddthing and also anyone else who would like to do it! below the cut as it’s long

tav khoury AND hojo rine both got: fractured glass

no amount of orchestrated class is ever going to hide the fact that you’re doomed to be alone. you’re a puppet, you’re a weapon, but most importantly? you’re a fraud. your facade isn’t malicious, but that doesn’t change a thing. everything in your life is in your control now, and you chose to let yourself become stiff and distant. you’re guilty of everything you blame yourself for, and your misfortune is the fault of nobody but yourself. your selfish nature forges you into a man-made monster, so quick to blame and so desperate to escape consequence. i hope that you can become someone you’re proud of soon.

the way that rine would cry herself to sleep over this and tav would be like…um okay anyway ♥️

isabella ellis, stele, hellborn — behind the mask

you aren’t slick about whatever you think you’re hiding. glass shatters in your midst, blood spills, children scream. like some of your friends, your personality of choice is entirely artificial. the difference between you and them is that you can get away with it. you’re unknown, perhaps even to yourself, and your goals are complex and unknown. anyone stupid enough to fall for you is setting themselves up to be frustrated and confused, owing to your being ultimately unknowable. i hope you can find an identity that makes you comfortable.

yeah ♥️ isabella is so many masks that she has no idea who she was originally or is now ♥️ and she feels soooo normal about that (lie)

molly drew — spun gossamer

the easiest thing to do is stay quiet when something’s up. you’re not bothered, and you know what? you shouldn’t be! it’s none of your business, even when it’s entirely your business. it’s difficult (read: impossible) to tell if your cheery demeanor is a cover-up for something sadder, or if it’s simply your natural state of mind. you see a lot of things: people coming through town, people leaving the house and never coming back, lies and deceit of the highest degree. what happened to you? will you ever be that kid again? your presence smells like cotton candy, and your fingertips sparkle like stars. whatever white rabbit you’re chasing isn’t going to lead you to wonderland if you don’t start reaching out when you’re not feeling okay.

well. she will be reaching out in a pretty literal sense soon! when your unhealthy coping mechanisms have to be tossed aside for your very survival ♥️

OCS AS TRAGIC LOVE ARCHETYPES

tagged by @gwynbleidd ; thank you so much for the tag, this was such a fun uquiz and i love thinking about my ocs!! also your headers for your ocs are so so pretty

tagging @wretcheddthing @sterlingsnail @prettyaveragewhiteshark @goldfyshie927 @antifragilejpn @elliewilliams @butchboromir and anyone else who’d like to talk about their ocs! or just take it for yourself if you like!

(below the cut as it’s long)

tav khoury; tempest cleric of talos/college of lore bard — caníbales, devourer

Love's a knife to skin to you, a vein to woven muscle, blood puddle before you. You listened to all the promises of a stranger's relief and feel the drain of a shower head running it all down again. You committed another murder; kissed and bruised skin with a clench to a quivering wrist and went home in the defeaning quiet of a taxi. There's mold covered rage within you. If to take a heart home with you, you'd bite your way through muscle and ribcage first. Pleasure comes, but there will be no devouring past it. There is fear in settling down and being seen. There is a glass screen between these bodies and you. Relax your tight jaw and feel the real canine fear beneath that scabbed up cavity. The sacrifice of opening up is needed if to be loved as you deeply wish inside. Desire doesn't discriminate between hands or spoken word. Why should you?

hojo rine, wreck — sub rosa

Love is a game of here and there to you. Whether catching glimpse of another's neckline or grazing a knuckle between knocking shoulders of passing by. You have learned to adore in secrecy, the rawness of an outright confession to be spoken a foreign terror. There is ease in pursuing the unavailable, to remain within the space of possibility and nestle the fuzzy words another could say to make or break your day. Instability spun itself into mysterium and while the certainty of love in aging isn't to be forced upon anyone, there is a miniscule part of you testing the limits of ambiguity. Hold down the feeling and settle in the leather seat of a car, kiss the corner of a mouth and say how you feel. Your affection in its vulnerability is to be seen, lift the veil and do not fret when an honest word turns into all you have secretly yearned for. You are meant to be noticed and openly loved.

isabella ellis, stele, hellborn — mother’s daughter

Being her child was akin to a whispered apology, another wailing hug, another day you repent for complaining about the fact that she hasn't said anything nice to you. You bring her flowers and are met with the inconvenience of a vase that has to be found instead. You bake for her and feel the warmth of fresh cut bread fill the kitchen; but the dirty dishes remain. Even if you were to bring in the mail and lay down the knife next to your plate, she'll cradle another. Love is an endless apology to you. Averting eyes to desperate tears and sunken teeth in lower lip at the dinner table. Do not repent for who you are, as it is enough. Gather your courage to love again and reveal the honeydewed structure of a swelling heart once you feel safe to do so instead. Love isn't a confession booth of all you are not, settle down and unclasp your hands. You're all anyone could want already.

sabrina lindeman — cupid’s brother

You have been love adjacent all your life. The faint spill of another story that softly grazed your shoulders when stood too close. Whether by design or not, you have yet to build a clear image of what love means to you. The interlocked weaving of a picture locket bound to strand of hair when hugged to tight, the sunpatch that meets your soles in glaring sun dried fields when running with a friend. You are not far from love, but moving between line of collision and avoidance at all times. A faint glimmer on sea lake surface of what could be. There is time to find what you want, find whether it's enough as is. Love is in you, breathing in another day. Continue as you are, realizing the love that is slowly blossoming in your life as it sharpens and clears in brushstrokes.

*vibrating at a speed previously thought impossible for humans to reach* i like my ocs a normal amount