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abandonedquishe · 19 days

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Who is Shannon and Keisha?!? What are the dynamics?!? What happen to them?!?/!/?

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Shannon and Keisha are casual friends. Shannon is a part-time detective and forensic doctor, while Keisha is a bit of a house wife (Although she is committed, she doesn't live in the same house as her fiancé due to some legal problems. She lives at another friend's house in exchange of being her housekeeper). Keisha is blind of one eye due to chemical burns and has bad vision in the other due to the same, so she has to use some accomodations such as a white cane (I'll explain how'd she end up like that later). Shannon doesn't have any known disabilities, but she's in rehab due to smoking and drinking habits and [[nose candy]].

(Now that I think of it these guys may be paras lol)

Anyway, let's get to Keisha.

• How did she end up almost completely blind?

• How did she meet Shannon?

• What are her dynamics with Shannon?

1. Her mother was an absent parent, and her father had died during service. That year, a new project called "Project Genesis" was launched by the government, and it searched to make more suitable and sustainable medicine for the army of the US (yes, Keisha is from the US). Due to the high demand the project showed during planification, they needed a lot of volunteers to get results faster on humans and launch the meds as soon as possible. The family of the volunteer or the volunteer would receive $600 at the end of the month as compensation for the work, and as soon as Keisha's mother heard of it she enlisted her daughter just in time for her to get accepted. Seven months pass by, and in one of the experimentations Keisha was asked to try some eye drops. As soon as the droplets touched her eyes she started screaming and went to wash her eyes immediately, but sadly, she wasn't fast enough to salvage both.

2. Keisha met Shannon during physical therapy. Keisha was there for her incident with the acid and other experimentations which ended up affecting her mobility. I'll tell why was Shannon there for later. (She was 14 years old, Shannon was 18)

3. Shannon grew to be really good friends with Keisha. She is actually the godmother of Shannon's two (living) children along with her husband (he's the godfather).

And now Shannon:

• How did Shannon end up in physical therapy and with such intense as worrisome addictions?

• Why did I made clear there were two living children?

• How did she end up pregnant?

1. Shannon was homeless since age 8. He escaped from an abusive household and had to become a pr0st1tvt3 by age 15 / 16 for her to gain some money. Due to the conditions in which she lived, she turned to drugs to not feel so bad. She overdosed at 18, so she had to be rushed to the hospital. Some dudes did some things while she was unconscious so she had to do physical therapy too.

2. Shannon had a miscarriage in her last pregnancy due to stress

3. She has a husband (spoiler alert, he's a really bad person).

#rant post #personal rant #rant #mini rant #oc lore #ocs lore #answering asks #my ocs #my oc stuff #my ocs <3 #my oc character #keisha #shannon

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nemyzilla · 6 months

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LORE TIIIIMEE 👀

So basically, in my universe, humanized rides are called “Manifestations” to distinguish them from the actual, you know, mechanical stuff at the park

They are not just workers or operators, they’re the rides *themselves* - they’re basically just like human beings, except they have two “bodies” at the same time (the humanized form and the ride)

They’re usually stronger, taller and more resistant than regular human beings and some, such as TH13TEEN and Oblivion, even possess supernatural powers

Rides can work independently from them, which means they don’t necessarily need to stay at the park. However, rides stop when their manifestations are asleep or unconscious (or well, dead)

When a ride is dismantled, its manifestation keeps living but only within the park’s borders. If, instead, the manifestation dies first, the ride will be dismantled (like in corkscrew’s case)

#theme park ocs #oc lore #ocs #original characters #alton towers #rollercoaster oc #ocs lore #oc stuff

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pickled-flowers · 6 months

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Alright here’s some writing, although I’m not sure it’ll help understand 😅 anyways enjoy these more or less 3 000 words

And so it started in the Garden, with a sad little girl. Her name, if it matters, is Blanche.

The girl lived alone, in a house in the forest. There was no one around even if she walked for two days in any direction, only the girl and the house and the caring forest, ever so close and impenetrable. In the nicest, coziest way possible.

There was the house, and the garden, of course. It hugged the stone walls, encircled by carefully picked rocks, as if to say “You may not go further, this is my garden, my home. You are not welcome in”. Nothing grew there.

Not that the girl didn’t try; every day she begged and begged the earth to allow flowers to blossom and fruits to ripen on branches. Every day the earth turned and never listened.

And something quite rational happens in situations such as these. You get angry.

You don’t understand. It is not fair, it should not be this way. You did nothing wrong.

At all! And it’s ridiculous. Laughable, really. How come?

How come this little patch of dirt refused to grow even the most simple of grass? The most common of clovers, not even some useless weed. It remained barren and black, and each passing day made the little girl angrier. With ferocious conviction, she kept on digging holes in her garden, leaving seeds she’d found in the forest, watering them with rain water she collected, and yet. Despite the love and care, nothing grew. Except for her rage.

Blanche was tired. She was exhausted and alone. She’d been doing this forever. She was done.

The night was just like every other, dark and silent, draping over the house and the garden, keeping her sobs inside the stone circle. The forest had no idea.

Knee deep in the soil, she cried every tear she had. She cried because it was unjust. She cried because no one had ever held her hand, because she couldn’t even light a proper fire in the fireplace. She cried because she was angry and that was all she could feel.

And once her body was dry and shaking, she fell asleep there, in her empty garden, as if in a small grave, made just for her. There was only emptiness around, and the sky above.

When morning came, reassuringly on time, rising over the house and coloring the girl’s small world of gold and warmth, Blanche stirred in her hollow tomb.

She had felt the night escape from under her, and was awake. But opening her eyes at that moment would have been too much. It would mean one more day. One more day spent by herself, throwing everything she had into an impossible project, a project much too big for her child-sized hands. And so for one moment, she kept her eyes closed. Just one more moment where she didn’t have to face the infinite loneliness that held her. And if the small rustling sound that was all around could stop, she could maybe even go back to sleep, and escape some more.

Really, that sound… and were those songbirds?

The garden had never been less silent. She opened her eyes at once.

What was once empty and bare was now full to the brim with life; trees and bushes, green and blue and pink and bright orange, branches and tall leaves. Flowers everywhere she looked. Grass and moss on every patch of dirt, on every rock. Lichen covered everything else. There was no order to it, just fierce and wild beauty singing its own chorus. Butterflies and bees lazily curled around petals, ants established their camps under the willow. Worms digged their way around, ladybugs coloured their plants. Somewhere above Blanche’s head, a flock of birds discussed with enthusiasm.

The garden was blossoming as far as she could see, past the stone circle and into the forest, spilling outside its delimitation.

Blanche’s mouth hung open, her eyes struggling to take it all in, hungrily going from one thing to the other. She didn’t dare blink, scared it would all disappear the moment she wasn’t looking. Not knowing if this all was simply a trick of the light was equally distressing. She blinked. Once, twice. She rubbed her eyes vigorously. It was all still there.

A burst of… of something erupted in her stomach and she cried out, scrambling on her feet. Even the dirt on her skin felt like brand new flesh.

This was all hers.

She turned around, taking it all in, letting the sun on her skin welcome her into this oh so bright new day. She laughed.

Someone laughed with her, echoed her voice.

Blanche spun on her heels faster than she thought possible. There stood another child, busy examining the nearest flower. This was the first time Blanche had seen anyone beside her own reflection in the water.

Without looking at Blanche, the child spoke.

“I’m hungry.” Faer voice had the same buzzing quality of a swarm of bumblebees.

“Me too!” Blanche stumbled on her words. She hadn’t had much practice with small talk. Or any kind of talk.

She smiled brightly. “Would you like to eat lunch with me? I have some bread inside, and we can eat some of these berries” she pointed at a bush where heavy red round fruits hung from its branches. “Stay here, I’ll be right back!”

Blanche rushed inside the house, leaving bits of grass and petals on the floor. She’d clean it up later. Across the sink, she could see the garden behind the window. It was all still there, tainting the light that shone inside of green and yellow.

It pooled on the countertops, dripped to the floor, settled blindly on a ceramic plate. Blanche smiled again. She put the round breads on the plate, pushing the door to the garden open with her free hand. The child was still there, sitting down now, looking expectantly at her.

This was the first ever shared meal either of them had ever experienced; to be fair to the other child, fae had just come to life. Everything was new and fascinating. The kid’s name was Fare. Blanche’s brand new sister.

Life for the two sisters was very sweet for a time, a whole summer worth, in fact.

It was all sunny mornings drinking tea amongst the flowers, games, lunches and naps, making notes of every flora they could find in a neat little red book.

Every evening Blanche cooked for the two of them as the sun settled on the house, setting the roof ablaze with its light, breaking through the leaves and pressing against the kitchen window, coming out the other side softer. It shone on Blanche’s skin, hitting the sharpness of her knife as she prepared the onions and tomato for the night’s stew. Fare would usually come to sit on the counter top across the sink, swinging faer legs in rhythm with the chopping. They’d talk about flowers and roaches. When their plates were long empty, and the night well settled on the forest, they went upstairs, where Blanche would always tuck Fare in before slipping under the same blanket, curling in the bed next to her sister, close enough to hear the sound of faer breathe. They were safe. They were happy. Blanche was no longer alone.

And then came the end of the summer.

A sigh, a pout. The whisper of an end that curled on the roof and seeped into the ground.

The string of stones so carefully chosen and placed were long forgotten now, overgrown garden jumping over the fence and running for the wood.

It started creeping into the everyday, leaving petals on plates, bouquet of plush green weed in Fare's hair, stone and dirt in the entryway, in the small space between the wood panels of the floor. Soon, the door was left open at all hours of the day, and the house smelled of flowers and sap. Garden and home were one.

And then one blue skyed morning, Blanche woke up alone in the small room she shared with Fare.

It seemed like the end of the world for a moment. It seemed like lungs being ripped down to her stomach, it seemed like glass shards and cold rage.

But by the window she could still see the garden, very much still standing, ever so growing. The peach tree reached past the roof now.

And yet, despite the familiar sight of the garden, Blanche felt uneasy. Fare couldn't be far, but what if fae was?

And that feeling she thought was behind her came to bury in her shoulder, wrapped around her throat.

No that wouldn't do. After so many nights and days of complete solitude, she wouldn't just let it disappear between the roots.

Blanche instinctively went to the drawer next to the sink, in the empty and sickenly silent kitchen. There, conveniently laid, a butcher knife. It might not have been there before that morning, but she gripped it hard enough to leave marks in the handles, so it would remember to stay.

Her body held immovable forces. She stepped in the garden.

The sky breached from the trees, struggling to let lights through, leaving spots of sun that were far too scarce. On her left, the pond was turned fully green, all of its surfaces covered by nenuphars and water lilies drifting endlessly, no ripples to be seen. Sharp grass rose from the black earth. Branches intertwined unnaturally, becoming one arm, one hand, beautiful and tragic but Blanche did not stop to wonder.

She did not care for the flowers she had never seen before. She did not collect their tears to prepare for breakfast, she did not pick up the fallen fruits.

Furor overcame her body, frustration pooling deep inside; this empire was growing too confident, overstepping its bounds. The garden had forgotten its place.

She slalomed between the tortured roots, innocent traps on her path. The smell of her sister was too faint to trace.

After an hour - or so she could only guess, the sun was hidden and she could not read the sky for the time of the day, she had looked everywhere within the stone circle. Fare was nowhere to be found.

Calmness washed over her as the solution cleared in her mind, as obvious as the soil beneath her. She bent down in one strict movement, her hand - the hand of a child still - scooped a small portion of earth. It was dark and rich, almost oily with life. She removed a centipede from her handful. She had no use for this life.

She walked back to the house, each step filled with anger and ill intent toward the ground. A single tear found its way in the dirt.

She placed the dirt in the harth, in the middle of the house. It had never been used before, its walls were spotless and dark. Blanche unceremoniously splattered the dirt and dust on the stone ground, her movements harsh and crude. She might as well have invented curse words right there and then.

The pile caught fire, igniting bright white light for a brief moment before dimming back to nothing, into a child.

He had a round face, and his hair was fully black, so abysmally dark they seemed to stain of coal the tip of his shoulders like, where it fell in curls. He looked up at Blanche, sparkles in his amber eyes, and smiled widely, with his three mouths, all teeth and glee. She offered her hand, bringing him up to his feet, and promptly embraced him. He was warm.

“Autumn” she exhaled, “Let’s go find Fare, ok?”

The little boy jumped into the garden like he’d bitten an apple, juice dripping from his mouth, laughter erupting from every pores. As soon as his foot had touched the grass, something changed in the air; a chill fell on the garden, a shiver passed through the branches and the leaves, whispering closely that time had changed, and Autumn had arrived.

A first leaf fell to the ground. Then another, then a pear, rotten, decomposed, already black and going back to the earth. As he advanced, trees turned orange and gold, some flowers closed and said goodbye, for now. Blanche followed closely, tension in her shoulders releasing with each dying plant.

The little boy skipped through the space, nature retreating as he did, curling on itself, burned by his touch, like a child going to sleep after a kiss on the cheek. And in the middle of the invisible fire, hidden in the carcass of a bush, Fare woke up; faer eyes opened, puffy and small in the chilly air of the morning. Something had changed.

A boy reached for faer hands, smiling and inviting.

“Brother” Fare exhaled simply, like a bee passing too close to your ear.

The garden stood tall still, full and bruised with life, but the stone circle was visible again, shining with a new motivation. Never again would the empire forget its borders.

New flowers had bloomed, replacing old ones; fruits didn’t stay ripe too long, and the family of three ate with appetite anything that wasn’t rotten. Blanche made jams and conserves, Fare and Autumn watched her with sticky faces and full cheeks. The fire roared in the harth like a satisfied old dog whose job was done.

Autumn was a joyful child; he liked to wake up early and bring his sister with him to play in the garden; he loved cooked apples, and his fingers left traces of coal everywhere he touched. Fare smiled whenever he was around. Blanche felt at peace.

Fall passed like an afternoon, warm, cozy and uncomplicated.

#about the garden and the house and the family living in it #apologies if this is bad lmao #anyways #ocs lore

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idioticsnow · 9 months

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WOAH!!! FIERFAL ART AFTER LIKE A MONTH OR TWO.??????????????

new

the eyeeyepatch was for scare/shock value since he is the point of fear

he's still a pure point

he's basically welcome home (the batim song) but pointifyed and not about bending your ink machine

the swirl thing and, cape looking thing were for cool value not power or lore

Im so proud of it!!!! (especially the hand)

#adventure forward #adventure forward 2 #af2 #oc art #ocs #ocs art #oc lore #ocs lore

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lord-goth · 8 hours

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Lucy and his... rival-best friend-boyfriend-soulmate... They have a very difficult relationship bс they were born to hate each other but instead they,,, um Q_Q...kinda..........i dunno.....

(actually lucy is 5,12 or idk sorry i know only metric system... 😭)

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rossthren · 20 days

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It's cannon that Miraak makes many escape plans and attempts over the millennias, he never gives up and is only stopped by the LDB.

While Gilvarla is like "well my plans went to shit, guess I'm stuck here forever" they just resign themselves to their situation and change course to work with it. Mortals have a town established in Apocrypha and they work with that, trading guide services for things they want or need, eventually doing well enough to establish residency of a sort in Cipher's Midden and paying for a place to live.

Gilvarla visit Miraak often as they feel connected the other person that been stuck there as long as they have, sometimes offering jobs for Miraak or to stay with Gilvarla. But that just gets Gilvarla muttered atmoran curses.

#ocs lore #gilvarla #snow elf #ocs #character text post #skyrim miraak #tes #eso #tesblr

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kopathefox · 2 months

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Characters are:

The legend (the fox-spirit like thing, he’s both that black fox spirit trapped inside an orb and the blue spirit)

The chaos (the giant red dragon who trapped the legend in first place)

Altera (the red fox, she’s the Final hope’s protagonist)

Explain time:

SVD (Sabichim VeDrakonim) has multiple stories, the first one introduced is SVD 1, with Fexen, this one is the Final hope, with Altera as protagonist, right now im starting to learn how to be a game developer (in a steam app named “001”, its more easier and less professional but still good, im trying to make it be a platform) and the first games im gonna make are the SVD games (but its gonna have different title, and some changes), so for now lets reveal some SVD lores, this one is the Final hope (as i said), this is based off a dream i had in a random night, i changed a lot of stuff, but here we are, the story is about a female fox named Altera, she is 6 yesrs old and a orphan, why? Cuz she killed her own parents, but not cuz she’s evil, cuz she was possessed, she was possessed by The legend (who was first referred as “Blue” due to her knowing nothing about him), who was also possessed by The chaos (the main villain), who used the Legend as the key to control Altera (there was a prophecy that said Altera is gonna defeat him, so he wanted to prevent it), one day, Altera was sent to a school, kinda like hogwarts from harry poter but they learn how to self defend, some basic knowledge, and all that, there she met Ryker and his group, Ryker was the school’s bully, he mocked Altera for being too quiet, then Umbreon (theres pokemon in this continent) came and defended her, the legends (possessed) told her “i know you want to, go on, do a crime” and made her beat Ryker up, Umbreon then let her join his group (which was all the eeveelutions, non-shinies, only Sylveon was shiny and she’s the only nicknamed one, Sylve), Flareon comes back with an eevee egg which hatches into the tiny but brave eevee, Maltero, then one day. Ryker and his group gets possessed too (but directly by the Chaos) and they attack people there mainly targeting the group, Ms.Bite (the teacher) throws the, a map and tell them to go to the mountain of death (where the Chaos lies) and go to defeat him, then the journey begins!

Now lets meme every protagonist in SVD:

Why not use SVD protagonists? We got:

Fexen - a motherless armored baby with the serial killer father

Kyren - the orphan autistic Animagash (he had a human form and a wolf form) with a overprotective sister

Altera - a orphan teenager with self-control issues who never felt what friendship is until her journey began

(General) Hound - wait, aren’t you like the commander?! Why are you here?! (He’s gonna be the protagonist of “the rebellion” which is the era where they rebelled against the evil president of terrakia)

Erdemos & Sol - besties and a powerful leaders who wants to save their countries from an evil dictator

Chertemo, Urzema & Jeckol - 3 brave people who suffers from racism

Tera - the king of revultions who was outcast

#dragon #furry #ocs #animation #fantasy #my writing #furry oc #fox #fox oc #spirit oc #ocs lore

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aoiaoimm · 6 months

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My OCs lore if anyone is interested :3!!

#oc #original characters #ocs lore #oc lore #ocs story #nymphoria #original art #original character art #original character story #original character design #original character lore #oc story #oc design #anime art

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artistdove · 11 months

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I’m curious about a few things.

1. Do your Sky OCs know about Prince Alef and King Resh?

2. What seasons/days were they born in?

3. What inspires you?

OOoo, alrighty. Get ready for a ramble (i apologize)

Do your Sky OCs know about Prince Alef and King Resh?

So I myself do not know much about Prince Alef and King Resh, heck I am confused on whether or not they were the same person. Therefore, this does affect my ocs in regards to the Prince and King. Regardless, most either know very little or nothing. Even though most of my ocs are reincarnations of an ancestor or past light creature.

Most information on the topic is only rumors or what little the murals and archive give. The spirits and elders do not give much input either as it is either vague answers or no response. It seems whatever they did made most not want to remember or think about it much. Zara and Altair have the highest chance of knowing more about the Prince and King than any of the others as one was a scholar in vault and the other a powerful light creature with connection to the megabird in their past life.

Opinions on the Prince and King from the boils down to 3 main answers: empathy for one and loath for the other, tragic/unfortunate souls, or nothing.

2. What seasons/days were they born in?

I can only give seasons or rough time frames on when they came as sky kids as I don't have dates yet.

Mana, Naos, and Iasma existed way before any season and later during the Sky kid era did they all gain a Sky kid form through some strange phenomenon. The rest are either natural born Sky kids or reincarnations. Now, season wise:

Mana = Gratitude, Zara = Lightseeker, Lance = Prophecy, Naos = Prophecy, Shiro = Dreams, Altair = Little Prince, Vera = Flight, Koro = Performance, Spector = Performance, Iasma = Shattering, and Rui = Aurora.

3. What inspires you?

I assume you mean my inspiration for the ocs aside from general inspiration. Most of my inspiration comes from fan theories of the Sky kingdom or concepts that were either offical or fan made. For example, the idea that sky kids are reincarnated ancestor children eventaully was added to my ocs lore. Uh...maybe a bit too much as only Vera and Spector are natural sky kids. I can't link or pinpoint specific sources so I suggest just looking up Sky lore speculation yourself as there is quite a bit for how rarely the game gives it or explains it.

One main inspiration is player diversity. Most of my ocs are either inspired by friends or kinds of players/experience one could have in the game. A few examples: Mana is a moth even though she is a vetern player; Naos is a crab lover and stacker; Iasma is one that loves to being near dark creatures and the darker areas of the realm; Shiro is a reference to bullied moths; Lance refers to those that are busy with irl life so are barely on; Zara being a fan on lore and wanting to help any; Altair being guide even when most of his friends are no longer around; Vera finding new glitches or creating new ways to have fun in the world; and so on.

Design wise, offical art work from current and old concepts. A few fan ideas from myself or others are sprinkled in, but most is offical inspiration. Tweaking in-game cosmetics or making new ones aids in separating my ocs from canon and gives more wiggle room to branch out.

#dove ask #ocs lore #sky children of the light #i will ramble about any ocs i make no joke

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