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halloweenkills · 2 months

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tell me ab ben and harley 👀

HHIII okay so. let me ramble hold on

some Benjamin Hart facts:

serial killer. reason number one for the forseen tumblr discourse, because not only is he a aerial killer but he's also got Mental Illness and like don't get me wrong i understand the trope of making mentally ill characters evil is bad but he doesnt kill Becuase he's mentally ill okay. he kills people as stress relief and also just happens to have ocd and a tendency to hallucinate.

reason two for tumblr discourse: he's an addict, specifically self medicates with morphine which again. has nothing to do with why or how he kills people. it actually makes me Less likely to kill because it's another form of stress relief.

his father was a psychiatrist and Ben was also sort of... off even as a child, miscategorized as antisocial but really his brain is just wired a little wrong like he just Doesn't Get It when it comes to social relationships and people in general, so as a result his father kind of like medically experimented on him as a kid trying to help but nothing seemed to work. he was in and out of hospitals a lot as a kid, got a lot of unethical treatment (shock therapy and various medications to sedate him and hypnosis) which obviously like kind of just made him Worse.

he feels emotions so strongly that he doesn't know what to do with them and he also never really could figure out how to recognize which emotions are what so. that's really the biggest factor in his being a serial killer. he feels love so strongly that it becomes obsessive so as a child it was expressed through violence, and as an adult whos learned self control/regulations as least a little bit it now leads to some rather stalkerish behaviors. and maybe some light kidnapping. (but it's fine bc Harley loves him back. NOT in a Stockholm way though I know people would argue for that too)

his parents immigrated from Austria just before he was born and they're like Rich Rich like old money in the millions Rich and he was homeschooled, so despite living in America he has a mostly Austrian accent. German is technically his first language though he learn both that and English at the same time growing up. he's also from Chicago and has never left Chicago and was more so raised by his parents staff/nannys so his accent also has some hints of Chicago in it at times.

his mother died when he was young like 9 or so. she had cancer and Benjamin killed her to put her out of her misery. she was his first victim. he also killed his father when he was older but that was malice not love.

he's 31 years old + in modern terminology (the story is set in the early 1990s) fits the definitions for agender as well as being on the asexual and aromantic spectrums but he would never identify as such. he just doesn't care, he's fully apathetic about it. he considers himself to be a gay man but even that label is like pointless to him.

there's several iterations of him so some things are a little different from when I first made him but as of currently Ben is also a psychiatrist, bc it's really all he knows. specifically hes working at a university.

WHICH is where Harley comes in! Harley was actually created by a friend of mine for the sole purpose of shipping with Ben so like none of the following was created by me, im just stating facts.

Harley is a Jewish, half Pakistani and half romani, immigrated to america as a young child, grew up in California before coming to Chicago on full scholarship. i can't remember what his majors called but his ultimate goal is to find a cure for aids.

another reason for tumblr discourse is the age gap. Ben's 31 and Harley's 24. also Harley is autistic so that just leads to further infantilization. (and I also know that people would bring up the fact that Ben is German while Harley is Jewish like. that means anything at all)

AND the "power imbalance" of Benjamin being harleys psychiatrist (and in some iterations just one of his professors)

more harley facts bc i got sidetracked: he has a tendency to never sleep bc he works as a stripper in a gay club during nights then spends all day at school or in his lab doing research. (he's got a private lab fully funded by the uni)

and harley while not a serial killer is kind of unethically preforming experiments on dead bodies (which are often illegally obtained but Not by killing them)

the plot of the story is sort of scifi ish in nature with harleys research leading to growing living organs in dead bodies. and that's a major conflict in the story where harleys like "Ben you can't kill people it's wrong" and Ben's like "harely you can't resurrect people some would argue that's also wrong"

I also can't remember harleys full name at the moment but I remember his initials spell out the word 'help'

and anyway Ben and Harley are just so in love and are soul mates and just 100% belong together in a way that is inherently obsessive and toxic (on both ends)

AND spoilers for the end of the story. aids is a major theme throughout the story, as is tragedy, and resurrection. so i think u get where im headed with that (one of them dies and the other resurrects them out of love. but they come back Wrong because you can never truly have eternal life)

#august.txt #answered #woo oc lore #ALSO Thank You for give me a reason to tak about them

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boa35 · 22 days

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Finally did it

And I know the name might be a little stupid but I don't care right now. Cause it feels right to me

Introducing...

Splash Magolor!!!

This happened to him post Star Allies.

Also, he's a little bit inspired by a character made by Jakeneutron

Basically, the dream friends with Kirby were Bandana Dee, Marx, and Magolor.

(Cause in the game, you can choose who you want to fight with)

It was pretty much the final fight with Void. All four of them were on their last legs, and Magolor felt like he needed to do something drastic. He had to sacrifice himself with the biggest attack he had. He tried as hard as he could, but it wasn't enough. And it drained most of the power he used out of it. The others didn't have the strength to save him, as they were all knocked to the ground. Magolor struggled to make a shield, as he was beaten and weary. Void then took his most strongest strike, broke his shield, and destroyed Magolor swiftly. But thankfully, the remains of his shield had fallen on his body, and combined with the power of Void and the Jamba Heart, turned to this goopie mess.

Hope you guys like it! As it is my third official Magolor AU!

#kirby #kirby oc #Splash Magolor #magolor #WOO THIRD AU IN THE BAG!!!#boa35 #I'm working on the lore for this too #My brain can't write stuff right lel #magolor au #Not sure if it'll be as good but SCREW IT I'm in love with it right now!#kirby art

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wist-eri · 5 months

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[ ＊ she would like to talk to you. ]

also, alternate color edits i’ve made:

#🖼️#rain code #master detective archives: rain code #mda:rc #rain code oc #mdarc oc #haru allegro #woo! actual rain!#i drew this in like two hours lol #probably because i didn’t…actually… color haru #also i love this track #this is on the rooftop lmao #maybe before a more uh. lore related scene

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tsunael · 2 months

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Didn't expect to go as hard as I did with this... but 'tis the season.

original template: here !!

#my art (derogatory)#lore; weaving a story #mourning bc i made her shirt low cut so i could shade some mad tiddy (for my enrichment)#but i forgor that she has more scales now which make tht impossible #me: im going to create an oc that is such a pain to draw #anyway i made her challenge higher because while she's really easy to woo #you'd have to beat her over the head for her to know you have feelings for her #also no kissing :( sad :(((#challenge rating: poking hazard

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dworgynisbabe · 5 months

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how i imagine my ice wizard came to ravenwood:

he just scored the game winning goal and he’s about to go celebrate with his team when he gets ported to wiz city and he turns around and merle is like, “hello young wizard 👴🏻” and he throws his [hockey] stick at him and tries to run off but he’s still in his skates so he trips and falls over and sprains his ankle. so the whole tutorial he’s like limping around and merle’s like, “you can do this” and he’s just standing there like “bro i’m literally shitting my pants rn who tf is this emo bastard and why is he sending his dragons after me!!???”

#posts about my ocs #woo poorly explained lore #he has no idea what’s going on #like ever #w101 #he’s not my main wizard oc technically #he’s just some guy #here i am once again finding a way to combine hockey and wiz #are we surprised?

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convexicalcrow · 3 months

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The Copper King looked back over the caravan lining up behind him. A week had passed since he'd seen Cub off to Djesdjes. Normally he didn't dwell on itinerant guests he was unlikely to see again, but something about Cub had stayed with him. If he was indeed heading back to the Two Lands, he was probably already long gone from the oasis. Nevertheless, trading still needed to be done, and so copper and other goods had been gathered, ready to take to Djesdjes.

The Copper King rested a hand on the shoulder of the man before him. "Take good care of the place while I'm gone. I have a feeling things are going to get a bit restless around here."

The man nodded; his bright blue-grey eyes the only thing visible through the hood covering the rest of his face. He said nothing, bowing his head in deference.

"We'll be two days. Hopefully nothing bad happens in that time."

The gates of Djesdjes were not closed to them. The caravan passed through without even being stopped for questions, which the Copper King felt was not a good sign. He might need to speak to the governor about that. Djesdjes itself though seemed to be in good spirits as they entered the centre of the town. The markets were already up and running, and several of the members of the caravan peeled off to set up their own stalls. The Copper King, on the other hand, had other places to be.

He drove his camel through the streets until he reached the temple ruins, tying up the camel nearby. He washed his hands and face in the pool by the gates and stepped inside, carrying precious cargo as well as offerings. He knew where he needed to go, and made his way to the healing temple.

"I come bearing a god," the Copper King said as he entered, seeing a couple of priestesses preparing potions. "Is Ma'akhi around?"

"Oh, he is in with patients at the moment. I will tell him you're here," one of the priestesses said.

"Please do," the Copper King said.

The healing temple really was a lovely place. Cool, calm, and full of life. Perhaps, as he understood it, a little small for the type of temple it was supposed to be, but when needs must, he supposed. The statue in his hands was of a god he didn't know, because it wasn't his own, but that had never been a barrier. Bes, his name was, and he was a strange looking god indeed. A dwarf with leonine features, he had brought with him a fiery energy as the Copper King had worked on this statue. It was needed for the halls, to replace a broken statue. He had quite enjoyed the god's company and would be sad to see it go, but at least it wasn't anywhere he couldn't come to see him again.

"The High Priest will see you now," the priestess said, returning from the halls. "Please, follow me."

The Copper King wasn't expecting to be taken to a patient's room, but he understood why once he saw Cub lying there, with another man by his beside. Ma'akhi greeted him and invited him in.

"Come, my friend! It is good to see you again!" Ma'akhi said.

"And I, you, brother! I have the statue you requested. Do you have a space for him?" the Copper King said.

"Of course. Normally I would not bring you here, but Cub overheard and said he knew you so. I would be intrigued to know how you met," Ma'akhi said.

"Our paths were meant to cross. It seems your gods have taken a liking to me if they will send me to aid their followers," the Copper King said.

"Well you do such fine work with the statues, it's not surprising to me. Do you feel up to walking, Cub? I daresay you might like seeing the statue installed," Ma'akhi said.

"Yeah, that sounds nice. I didn't spend nearly enough time with you, Copper King, so I'm glad to see you again," Cub said. "Help me up, Scar, I'm still a little weak."

"I've got you, don't worry."

"Oh, is this the man you were looking for, Cub? I'm glad you found each other again," the Copper King said.

Cub leaned on Scar as he stood up. "Yes, yes it is! He got here before me. I should have listened to you about the uniform though, that was a bad decision, yeah. But I'll be okay."

The Copper King laughed. "Well, I did try to warn you! I am glad to see you alive, though. We must eat together tonight. I would love to hear more of your stories."

"There will be a festival of Seshat tonight at the temple as it is Her feast day. There will be plenty of food for you all," Ma'akhi said. "Now, come, let's get this god back to His home."

The Copper King returned home the next day, exhausted but happy, and with plenty of coin in his pockets. But something was nagging at him. Something he couldn't quite place. He was sure he'd seen someone he recognised in amongst the crowds at the festival. Or was it something about Cub and Scar? He didn't know. Just knew something was telling him to go to the Vigil, and so that's what he did once he returned to the mines.

The Vigil was in the centre of the mines in something like a large town square. It was in the middle of a fountain, and had been here for centuries. It was a place of power, of rememberance. The limestone walls around the fountain contained hundreds of candles, burning on top of the remants of hundreds more. The limestone was stained with wax in places. And one candle caught his attention as he surveyed the Vigil, one belonging to a dear friend of his.

The candle was ordinary, red, but also highly decorated with carvings. The blue flame flickered. It was halfway burned by now. The Copper King was used to this kind of divination. The candles called to him when he needed to talk to them, to remember those who needed his attention. And right now, this one did.

"Ahh, my old friend. It has been too many years now. But now I know why that face was so familiar to me. Your son lives, and he's going home, back to the Two Lands. Whether this is a wise decision or not remains to be seen, but you might want to keep an eye on him. I fear danger is not far behind," the Copper King said, gazing at the flame.

A burst of wind caused the flame to flicker and nearly blow out, though the Copper King understood. That voice he hadn't heard in so long was whispering to him. Grateful, but fearful. The Vigil felt uneasy tonight as the Copper King set the candle back. That boy had an ill wind following him. Perhaps he would do his own protections too, just to be sure.

#hermitcraft #empires smp #fanfic #the lost prince au #convex #pixlriffs #cubfan135 #gtwscar #ma'akhi (oc)#idk if this is going anywhere #but shower fic woo #have a little more pixandrian lore(tm)#also pretend i wrote the scene with them installing the statue #which i would have done if i had time #that's what the edit's for lol #i just had to get this out of my head #hermitfic

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aelyosos · 8 months

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unimportant lore of the day: ocean worked as a bodyguard for a lil bit to a high noble lady ,

#sam.txt #oc: ocean #lore drop: ocean #oc talk: ocean #by then he’d already been a pirate & he wasn’t actually looking to b a bodyguard #but he was kinda wooing the lady already & she wanted him around for protection #so he agreed to b her bodyguard for some time #rly it was jst an excuse for the two of them to fuck around more & they both knew it 🫣#neway lmao this is rly random #but also i’m having drabble ideas…..

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bgsartcavern · 9 months

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Last Art Fight piece of 2023! Attack of Parasite/Egui for @woahtriangle! Everyone go check out his ask blog for this guy (and others!!) over at @the-balance-and-the-interference :)

(Reblog don't repost!)

#art fight #jsab #jsab oc #others ocs #eyestrain #my art #art #bgs art cavern #digital art #art fight 2023 #team vampires #everyone go look at my bud's art and lore rn #WOO got everything posted!! :D now i can post all the non art fight stuff thats accumulated lol

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minutestildawn · 4 months

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SHAME SHAME SHAME

#tw blood #tw gore #personal art #WOO boy finally drawing my ocs #lore lore lore #digital art #art #digital painting #blood #tw eye pulling

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10itemsorwes · 13 days

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No one is gonna see this BUT

I wanna talk about my OCs. Just OCs, not fandom specific. My own world, my own characters, ye. And what better place to do it than Tumblr!!

Ok so. This is absolutely going to have inaccurate assumptions about Christianity (bc I haven't been Christian since I was like 12-) and also my own idea of Angels and Demons and God. Especially God.

So this is like. A really fast entire telling of my OCs Judas Rosé, Terrisian (Tarrish) and Fermisiel (Fern). Let's go!

So, let's talk about Judas.

Judas is the only human. He has undiagnosed Autism and his special interest is the bible. He grew up in a really really small town in Kansas called Amadan (not a real place-) which is a Christian-centric town. He doesn't know it, but when God first started humanity, she decided that humans were interesting and wanted to talk to people without their eyes burning out of their faces and their heads exploding, so she made a few humans with the ability to hear/talk to her without death. She planned out every human since the first one and called them high priests (so creative, I know). Unfortunately, a few thousand years later, she decided she wanted to be left alone for a while, so she took her top angels and disappeared into her own little pocket dimension where she could watch from afar and stopped talking to humans. And she forgot to undo the fact that every high priest gets assigned a guardian angel at 20-30. More on that later.

Judas studied to become a priest and applied to Amadan Baptist Church. He, of course, got the job. He had been volunteering there since he was 14 and attending since he was born, basically. Unfortunately, because he was 25 and every other priest or reverend was mid 60s to 80s, they didn't really take him seriously. They gave him the title of priest, but he was basically a glorified altar boy. He didn't mind, though. When he was about 32, he was being treated the same way. One day, while he was doing his usual job, someone he didn't recognize asked to speak with him privately. Judas walked with them to his a back hall and they revealed themself as an Angel. Fermisiel, a guardian angel.

Let's talk about Fermisiel.

(This is a bad photo but it works)

Fern has always been a little awkward. He was supposed to be a guardian angel, but he wasn't a very good one. His first assignment, he only lasted a week. Why? Well, because he killed the one he was supposed to protect. Woopsies. When he got back to heaven afterwards, the Powers (higher ranked angels who took control after God disappeared) lined up a very harsh punishment. To take out his eyes on his vessel. Not super bad, he could still see. But now he has zero depth perception and grace (basically his lifeforce. Yes I stole that from supernatural) just constantly fell down his face like he was crying. He wasn't given another assignment after that until Judas, who wasn't that important anymore but still required a guardian angel. Judas freaked the fuck out and was in heavy denial for a moment. He was fine after the first few days. But on the first day of Fern being just... in his house, he decided he hated that Fern was trying to watch him sleep, so he told him to wait on the couch or go on a walk or something. And Fern decided to go on a walk. It had been a while since he had seen the earth, after all. On his walk, though, he ran into a demon. An Incubus.

Let's talk about Terrisian.

(Ignore that I can't draw hands)

Terrisian is an incubus. He was sent to Amadan to sleep around, fill a quota, the works! When he ran into Fern, he didn't realize he was an angel at first because Fern was in a more human looking form. He tried to flirt and stuff, but Fern was like "um absolutely fucking not" and threatened his life and fully almost killed him.

Until he realized that Tarrish was just. Not scared. At all.

In fact, Tarrish was flirting with him even more. Fern, being confused, just kind of paused and questioned him. Tarrish had a conversation with him about it. They ended up talking until the morning. And Tarrish promised to find and talk to him again.

Fern made a friend.

Let's talk about sexuality.

Judas was heavily in denial that he was Bisexual. He didn't have anything against the LGBTQ, he was just. Not about that for himself.

Tarrish was pansexual. Emphasis on the sexual. He had a body count that included James Madison and George Bush. And he was very proud. Very.

Fern had never had romantic or sexual feelings. That wasn't part of his job, he didn't care.

When Tarrish met Fern, he wanted to have sex with him. He was very up front about it. That's what he wanted. After all, what demon had ever slept with an angel before? So he was willing to play the long game. Get the angel nice and comfy and slowly coax him into having sex. Easy enough! In the meantime, he had other people to fuck, too.

Why not start at the local church?

He found interest in Judas pretty quickly. So Tarrish approached him after church one day and managed to convince Judas to let him suck him off. Easy enough!

Unfortunately, Fern found out.

Fern was, of course, pissed the fuck off. So he berated Tarrish and told him to never do it again. Tarrish saw an opportunity and, in the midst of Fern's anger, talked him out of his clothes and they... did a lot more than talking.

Fern got back to Judas' house late that morning, avoiding eye contact.

And, of course, Tarrish did not stop visiting Judas at work. Or having midnight "discussions" with Fern.

And then, at some point, Fern asked Tarrish why he kept coming back to him. After the first time, he just assumed he would disappear and not care about Fern anymore.

Tarrish realized, in fact, that he felt a lot closer to Fern than others he had slept with. All those late night conversations, the sneaking around, the stupid jokes. Oh, god, they added up. Tarrish realized he kept coming back because he loved Fern. And when he said it, Fern said it back.

Tarrish stopped visiting Judas at work. Instead, he started showing up to his house. Like, out of nowhere. He'd just pop up, chatting or heavily making out with Fern. So Judas asked what the fuck that was about. They told him they loved eachother and bla bla bla. Judas didn't really mind, but he asked if they knew that love was more than just... sex. Because they were having a lot of sex.

Let's talk about romance.

Tarrish didn't, in fact, know that. Fern did, but he couldn't name any more detail than that. Judas decided to help them out. He didn't mind. He helped them introduce love language, healthy discussion, and much more into their relationship. Tarrish didn't get it much, but he liked the fun little activities. Fern thought it was nice to do something more personal than sex now.

Judas watched them grow and love each other more and more.

And he was slowly more and more aware of how single he himself was.

He watched Tarrish snuggle up to Fern and playfully insult him. He watched Fern kiss Tarrish's cheek and tell him to shut his mouth. He watched Fern bring Tarrish bird feathers as gifts. He watched Tarrish bring Fern cool pebbles.

I made that, he would think to himself. And he felt so good about it, that he was able to help their relationship progress. And he felt bad that he wasn't apart of it. He hated that he felt like it, but he did. And he felt awful. Awful, awful, awful.

Tarrish and Fern, meanwhile, had talked a bit a few months into the relationship. They talked about how nice Judas was to help them. They talked about how much they loved his advice and help.

They talked about how they loved him.

They realized that's what they were talking about.

Oh.

Interesting.

The next day, Fern asked Judas why he was so willing to help them with that. Judas said he didn't want to say. It was embarrassing, it was stupid, every excuse in the book. Fern pried it out of him. Judas said he didn't realize it at first, but he liked Fern. He made him feel safe and warm. Then when he saw Terrisian again, when he watched him become capable of connection more emotional than sex, he started liking him, too.

Let's talk about God.

God doesn't have a plan. She has entertainment. She doesn't intervene unless she wants to make it more interesting. At this point, Fern was supposed to get upset. Act like he was alright, but go and accidentally exaggerate to Tarrish that Judas was trying to break them up because he liked both of them. Tarrish was supposed to get upset at this and kill Judas for it. Fern, then, was supposed to do his job and kill Tarrish for killing Judas.

This didn't happen.

That's when God took notice and started paying closer attention.

Fern, instead, went to Tarrish and told him how it was. He said Judas was feeling bad because he liked the both of them. Tarrish thought about it and they decided together to bring Judas into the relationship. To make a polycule together. They loved eachother, all three of them. Why not just welcome Judas in, too? They did love him, after all.

Let's talk about miscommunication.

Tarrish and Fern decided to form a polycule between the three of them. Judas noticed Fern and Tarrish suddenly talking to him a lot more. Fern started leaving feathers on his bedside table. Tarrish started to offer to sleep with him again.

Fern and Tarrish didn't tell Judas they were both dating him now.

Judas was very confused at the sudden affection.

Judas let it go on for about a week, very confused but not questioning it. He assumed it was a very abstract thank you. Whatever, he could tell them to stop later.

It wasn't until Judas woke up between Fern and Tarrish snuggling him that he questioned it. He asked them later that day, very confused. They were just as confused. They asked him why they couldn't show him affection? They showed each other affection. That's how you treat someone you love.

Judas was very confused.

"Let's talk about this." Judas offered, leading them both to his living room. They all sat together, just a moment of silence.

"Why are you both being so... different? You're acting as if you're both suddenly dating me, too."

"Well, we are dating." Tarrish piped up, grinning at him. Fern nodded in agreement.

"What? Since when?" Judas asked, straightening up a bit.

"Last monday. About 11:48 pm." Fern responded calmly, tilting his head. "Why are you confused?"

"Wha- you didn't tell me! Also, who says I would agree to be in a relationship with both of you?!" Judas asks, looking between them. Tarrish's tail flicked impatiently.

"Why wouldn't you? You love both of us, don't you? That's what you told Fern." Tarrish points out. Judas turns red and averts his eyss.

"Well, I didn't know he would tell you." Judas murmurs, squirming uncomfortably in his seat.

"Judas, I'm sorry we didn't tell you. We forgot to. If you really aren't comfortable with it, we completely understand." Fern states, leaning forward slightly. Judas shakes his head.

"I don't know how that would work. What, we change who's in the relationship every week? Besides, I don't know how my church would react to that..."

"What? That makes no sense. Haven't you heard of polyamory? We don't need to switch out. And you don't have to tell people," Tarrish grins, crossing his legs, "if Fern told heaven? He would be cast out forever or be killed. If I told hell? I'd get my ass kicked for having emotional attachments. We can keep a secret if you want us to."

There was a silence after that.

After a bit more discussion, they came to an agreement and an understanding. They started slow again, but they made it official. This was their relationship. They were going to make it work, all three of them.

They were going to make it work.

...

God wasn't very happy about that, though.

(To be continued!! Yayy!!!)

#my ocs #oc lore #miscommunication #gay #polyamory #woo I love polyamorous representation!! :D #Judas Rosé #Terrisian #Fermisiel #angels and demons and priests oh my #yes I did write this all in one sitting on a school night until 11pm.#no I don't regret it.#This is probably sacrilegious.#is this sacreligious #oh well god is now my OC #/hj but also not

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chorastar · 18 days

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state test art dump yippe

ombr

also did i tell you guys that he can morph the shadow part

yea more of that

some other possessed forms bc why not

i honestly have no idea what this was about

ref to something i wanna make dont mind this

all basil variations bc the brainrot (omor)

my other persona that is a badly translated self portrait but even more shrunk (i didnt even know that was possible) (i call this thing tiny and they have my hair and thats it)

LORE VIDEO WHAR OMG CHORA ACTUALLY POSTS LORE AND NOT SHITPOSTS WOWOWO

#surprise lore vid warning #WEE WOO #art dump yipe #dont ask i have no idea #i have been on the oc brainrot recently can u tell #and just the brainrot in general #oc dumb stuff yeaaaa #MY PHONE KEEPS TURNING OF MY MUSIC #LET ME LISTEN TO TURN THE LIGHTS OF GOD DAMMIT

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calamity-calliope · 2 months

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While I'm working on the Pawnbroker's backstory thing some more, I thought I would take some time to talk about him and what exactly he does for the New Sequence, because, frankly, he's very busy in that regard. So.

-Spy/informant: First and foremost, but that can really be said for any Sequencer out in the field. Certsey has connections all over the place, so that means he takes his role as a spy seriously. After all, important information can come from anywhere (or anyone). His general rule is not to talk about the Machine in public. It's extremely suspicious. Talk of the Dawn is limited to certain special interactions. That being said, he has a natural talents for getting people to talk about themselves, which they often do. (Who doesn't enjoy talking about themselves, really?) Sometimes they let slip something important. He pretends not to care, but, oh, he does. A lot. He has regular ways of passing along information. One of his most common ways of doing so is tying a message to the leg of his white mynah bird, Beattie. Beattie can have information told to her, but she's prone to snitch when given a cracker. Which is why she simply carries messages instead. Certsey has also taught his fellow Sequencers a specific whistle command to call her, that she always answers to.

As an informant, he has ways of getting info to his target is a (relatively) inconspicuous manner. Most of the time it's a "follow the calliope music and you'll find your guy sort of thing. The calliope being an instrument incapable of quiet makes him easy to track. Of course, this is both a good and bad thing, but he has ways of dealing with snoops (more on that shortly). The other was to find him is the more casual and extremely subtle (wink wink) way that Dawnburnt folk wear darkened glasses. No missing him there. Messages are usually written on paper, because a paper message is easy to destroy after its been read. However, if the info is very important, it's communicated verbally. Most of the time no one suspects a thing. Just the sunglasses enthusiasts having a chat, no big deal. ;)

-Special items supplier: Being a pawnbroker, Certsey naturally comes into possession of some... interesting things. Being a pawnbroker in the Neath, however, is another beast entirely. Every so often, some unsuspecting fellow comes along and sells an object of great importance, or there may be a special little trinket hidden within a box of junk. Whenever this happens, he sends the whatever-it-is down to Grand Geode with another Sequencer or else takes it himself.

His ship, the Calamity!, is recognized on sight by personnel at the geode, due to her paint scheme and general design. (Two-masted schooner). But the Pawnbroker usually runs an orange flag up the mast to signal his loyalties to whoever may be unfamiliar with his vessel. He usually leaves his finds with the Geode's engineers or with the Commodore. It depends.

-Assassin/special jobs: This is a rare one, because Certsey just doesn't going around randomly killing people. He could do that, but he doesn't. It's against the Sequencer's doctrine, you know. But sometimes murder is necessary. And sometimes, he's the one to do it.

He weapon of choice is a bow. He has several, and his chosen one is a shortbow commissioned from a bowyer within the Khanate, mainly because it's light, quiet, and easy to use. When undertaking special tasks, Certsey prefers a more concealed location, specifically a rooftop, where he can watch his target and snipe them from there. If there's a poison available to him (i.e., cantigaster venom, more than potent enough to make sure someone stays dead), he'll apply it to the arrowhead.

Another weapon at his disposal is the shillelagh, which he carries around as a walking stick. He's skilled in the martial art known as bataireacht, which is the ancient Irish art of beating someone with a stick. It's mainly a self-defense sort of thing, but if someone pokes around in his business too much, well, let's just say they ain't walking home ever again. But that's only on rare occasions. Also serves him well if ever a kidnapping needs to be done, and the Sequence prefers the target, well, alive. A good bonk on the head tends to do the trick.

At Grand Geode he has the reputation of "that guy" (affectionate). Is known to be fun to talk to, especially when it comes to recounting zee-stories, of which he has many. He enjoys entertaining and particularly with the calliope. He's familiar with keyboard instruments and he'll sometimes play the organ in the church at base when the regular guy is out. (I'm like, assuming there's a church at Grand Geode... it'd be a little weird if there wasn't?) But he's a regular around base and is always happy to lend a helping hand while he's there. He enjoys a break from the open zee to come home and sing hymns every once in a while.

#fallen london #the amicable pawnbroker #fallen london oc #the new sequence #oc #oc lore #woo hoo pawnbroker lore!!#i gotta get used to calling him Certsey again 💀#but yes there will be more about him later #lore dump #the dawn machine

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I feel like I should talk more about the mysterious Pokémorpher that's been a part of my account since the very beginning: Shiftry Mask

Hello Idolstart followers, this is Professor Parasol. My current study is in the Pokémorpher phenomenon, and I'm currently helping oversee the Pokémorph Tag Team Tournament here in Morpho Island.

I'm currently here to share the current info about Shiftry Mask and hopefully answer some questions you might have about this thorn in our side.

It's worth noting that the way that Shiftry Mask acts is very odd, and I want to tell you why. I have also provided a picture for reference.

First off, they like to get into fights with Pokémorphers on Morpho Island by ambushing the target. It has worked every time. When Wally asked why they do this some time ago, they simply put "To become stronger." There also appears to be a pattern in who they target, but we can't exactly what the pattern is, other than youngish. We'll let you know if we figure out this pattern

Next is that they don't speak, we don't know if this muteness is by choice or not, but every time they'd get asked a question, they'd answer by ether using gestures or writing their response down with pencil and paper. Wally has noted that they left a note after their battle with the aforementioned answer.

Then there's the fact that they don't have a fan weapon. That may have sounded silly, at least to me. But every other Shiftry Morpher has had a fan weapon, and according to my assistant, this means something important, but I'm not inclined to believe him just yet, especially if we can't explain why this is of note.

And finally, Shiftry Masks' fighting style appears to be a mix of different eastern and western fighting styles. Although it mainly appears to have influences from fighting styles from the United West Regions (that's where the US regions are) and the Yamato Province. (Where all the JP regions are) We couldn't figure out which fighting styles specifically, but at least we know that the fighting styles they took inspiration from appear to come from these particular region collections.

Now, I want to end this post with results from our q&a attempt for Shiftry Mask. They allowed us 1 question each. It was me and 3 others, so we had 4 questions in total.

My Question: Who gave you your Pokémorph Watch? SMs' answer: I don't want to say

My Assistants' question: When did you get your Watch? SMs' answer: About 7 months after they first appeared in galar

Research partner 1s' question: Where do you live? SMs' answer: In the ocean (We don't know what they mean by this)

Research partner 2s' question: umm... Shoot, I forgot, umm... What's your favorite food? SMs answer: I don't know anymore, Peach mochi, I guess.

After that, they wrote down, "That's all you get. I need to get back to training." and then took off before we could get another word in.

And I guess that's it for now. Once again, this has been Professor Parasol, and if you need clarifications or still have questions, you may ask, and my team and I will answer to the best of my ability.

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