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sciencelings-writes · 4 years

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The Golden Birdcage

A quick fic of my ocs in my fantasy au type of thing - This one features Rose and Adisa mainly but if there is any interest at all, I’ll write in more of my ocs

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Rose dreaded the coming day, more than she dreaded any normal day. Today she cemented her place in the monarchy of the high fae. Before she was just a princess, an heiress, a disappointment. But today she was forced to step up to start taking power over the people she was destined to rule.

She was sure that she wasn’t the only one to dread it, she’d never really been popular among her people. She wasn’t born with a power that was seen as honorable or anything. While her mother could create massive crystalline spherical shields that protect the thousands of miles of their kingdom and her father could harness the power of their sun with powerful blasts of energy that could decimate armies, Rose could only heal. Sure, healing was an important and necessary power, but for a royal sunborn fairy? It was incredibly weak for the royal line, which was known to be the most powerful of the fae. There were rumors of her not being a true heir, being adopted, or a product of infidelity, but they were false, and there was no conceivable reason that she was born the way that she was.

For years she held her head up high and ignored those who looked at her like she was less than anyone else. She could not retaliate or express how she felt about it to anyone, not even her family. But it got so tiring. The only time she could rest was after she was dismissed for the day and could be herself alone in her room without any serving fae. She would take off her corset and release the tightest parts of her elaborate braids. She would let out the pent up emotions that she had been keeping inside all day, usually by writing which would be promptly burned with a candle or she would release her frustrations by sparring with a dummy. She always felt better with a sword in her hands.

But today would be worse than any of the days before. Not only would she not be alone for a single second, but it was one of the biggest days of her life and there was a lot of pressure on her. She had spent weeks preparing herself. Writing and memorizing a speech that she would have to recite in front of thousands of very important people, rehearsing the ceremony a dozen times with her mother pointing out a flaw every time. Sometimes it was something small like a hair out of place or a break in her facial expression, or a wrinkle in her dress, and sometimes it was detrimental like when she forgot a word or she stuttered causing her mother to yell at her. A stutter meant weakness and a mistake in words meant a lack of preparation, both of which were not a good sign in a new leader. Rose had always been sick of the perfection demanded of her.

Since the moment she woke up, she had been attended to with a handful of her servants focused on different parts of her appearance. Three doing her hair, two doing her makeup, and two more working with her clothes. She didn’t love being crowded at the best of times but this was definitely not comfortable for her in the slightest. She could barely breathe, her skin was covered in golden paints and powders, and the heeled shoes she had to wear everywhere was just the tip of the iceberg. She already deeply anticipated the end of the day when it would all be over and she would be free.

What made the day more bearable was that she was friendly with her servants. She wouldn’t call them friends but they respected each other and gossiped about anything that was going on in the palace. They were some of the only people who talked to her like she was a person and not a princess under the protection of the most powerful fae in the lands. They learned not to be afraid to joke around with her and be upfront with her as they were fully aware that she had no plans to punish them for not agreeing with her at every point. She knew that not all of them were on board with her becoming the queen but they still encouraged her and let her be at least slightly open about her feelings about things like food and music. She wouldn’t dare let their conversations stray close to topics she was more passionate about where she might let something more unsavory slip.

They arrived early in the morning when the shields were still dark. They were much more excited about the day than she was. Their excited chatter echoed throughout the pale stone halls enough to wake her several minutes before they even arrived. She relished her few moments alone before she was to be swarmed with familiar faces.

The handful of assorted fae scrambled in, a man adorned in indigo who was in charge of her dress and was the best at tying up her corset all nice and tight with barely enough room to breathe, a few older women in orange and violet respectively who would weave her hair like it was a decadent tapestry to place in the throne room to be showed off to prestigious guests, a young woman and a young man tasked with turning her face from pale and freckly to a work of art.

Rose was embarrassed to say that she didn’t know their names, not because she didn’t care to know but because she was just horrible at that kind of thing and had forgotten. Now after years of service, she was too afraid to ask. She remembered that the older women had grandchildren that worked in the kitchens and at the market and that one of them used to sing as the castle bard but pairing them with names was harder for Rose to remember. She was pretty sure that one of them was named Hesta but she could never remember which one it was.

“Good morning!” One of the elder fae sing-songed, “Today is the day!”

“It sure is isn’t it…” Rose said less than enthusiastically.

“Well now, don’t be nervous!” The serving fae collectively dragged her to get to work. She did her best to follow along and work with them but with all the chaos, she had a bit of trouble. Within seconds there were brushes passing through her orange and white hair and powder already being applied to her face. She rested her hands on the poles on both of her sides in anticipation for when the corset was to start its asphyxiating process.

“I’m not nervous…” She gained a few trivial stares when she said it, “Okay, yeah, I’m a little anxious this isn’t exactly a small thing.” She sighed.

“Of course, but you’ll do fine. You’ve prepared so much, I’d frankly be surprised if you managed to breathe at an imperfect moment.” The older fairy chuckled.

“Yeah, I know…” Rose took a couple of deep breaths, it didn’t help but it made her look more in control. She gripped the posts tightly and planted her feet on the ground as the white corset started to squeeze her organs. “It won’t all be bad, I guess I’m going to have to start to get used to being stared at.” She grunted at a particularly violent pull of the threads.

“You’ll do fine princess. You’re much stronger than they say that you are. Believe me.”

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After several painstaking hours, Rose emerged for the pre-coordination ball in the ceremonial flowy iridescent white and gold gown. Her pearlescent pale segmented wings emerged from the openings in the white drapery that trailed behind her. She wore her small gold winged crown that would be replaced with a bigger more elaborate one during the ceremony. Her hair was braided tightly in a beautiful if a little painful bun style with ribbons coming from a flowery hairpiece made of pink and gold lilies and full white roses. Her makeup was filled with warm pinks with gold details framing a golden sun painted on her forehead. Her pointed ears were adorned with gold earrings linked with chains and dangling white opals.

She had to admit, the look was impressive. She looked like a celestial sun goddess and it made her feel better from how painful it was to achieve. She fluttered through the air to the dark chamber for the hour of meditation before the first ball. She was only left alone to wait for a few seconds before a voice broke through along with the sudden sounds of muffled crowds from the nearby rooms as the door opened and closed.

“You’re slouching.” Roses mother announced from behind her.

“I don’t think it’s possible to do so your highness. This corset feels like it’s made of steel and melded to my body.” She said bluntly.

“Your posture includes your neck darling.” The red-haired queen of the sun fae walked around her daughter as if she was inspecting her for a single piece of lint.

“If I had my neck any more vertical I wouldn’t be able to see the floor.” She sighed. When her mother looked satisfied she placed herself in front of her.

“You look…” Rose waited for her mother to nitpick something, saying that she looked like a golden pig or a crane in a dress. “Like a queen.” Rose raised her eyebrows in shock. That was probably the most positive thing she had said in weeks.

“Don’t mess up your makeup!” Her mother demanded, back to her old attitude again, nothing good could last for very long apparently.

“I could sit through a hurricane and my makeup wouldn’t even smear.”

“It’s almost time. I have guests to attend to, do not be caught off-guard.” Her mother demanded, “We have practiced this a hundred times, you would have to be an idiot to get something wrong.” Rose tried not to feel hurt from the comment.

“Thanks.” She grumbled.

“Do not miss your cue!”

“How would I miss it, Someone literally yells my name.”

“I’m sure you’d find a way.” And with that, her mother traded places with a guard in golden armor.

Rose closed her eyes to start the hour of meditation. Others in her place have claimed to see visions or deceased members of the royal family or even the sun herself. For the first half-hour, she just saw the back of her eyelids. Pure darkness. She had to let her mind wander or she would fall asleep or worse, get bored. She focused on the warmth of her magic through her veins, it was the warmest at her palms, like she was holding hands with someone. The comforting warmth combated the unnatural darkness around her.

After an eternity of all-encompassing silence, she heard a voice. It was quiet but in the impossibly silent room, it was as clear as day.

“You’re being wasted here.” the voice was deep and female. Blunt, like she was stating a fact. “They can’t help you. This place is killing you.”

Rose wanted to answer out loud but she knew the voice was in her head and she was acutely aware that she wasn’t alone in the room. She didn’t expect the things she would hear in there to be so… real.

“She’s suffocating you. You were meant to be free.”

‘I want to be free.’ Rose tried to manifest the pure yearning through her thoughts to whoever was speaking to her.

“You will be freed. Are you willing to pay the price?”

‘I’m going to be free if I have to do it myself. I’m sick of not having any control over my own life! I don’t care about your price.’ Anger started to bubble in her chest, the normal heat generated from her powers was amplified by the years and years of rage that had built up.

“I like you, princess,” The voice chuckled, “I feel like you’re going to be a great ally.”

Rose heard something beyond the voice, like in the world outside of her mind. She opened her eyes and the dark room was no longer dark in the slightest. Glowing gold and pink clouds swirled around her and she emitted a golden light from her skin and eyes. The guard was huddled in the corner with his eyes wide. He looked afraid. For some reason, this gave Rose a powerful sense of euphoria.

Unfortunately, as soon as she had realized her power around her, it started to regress. The swirling clouds started to slow and her skin started to fade. Not before the door opened though. The chamber’s main door opened to the ballroom, filled with every important fae in the Dawn and Dusk kingdoms. They all saw the thick clouds exit the room as she did and even more bazaar, she was smiling. Not like the polite smile she had practiced all her life but one of true genuine delight. Even her mother was staring.

Rose walked out of the dark room and to the balcony for all to see. The room was quiet. The music had stopped playing. Not out of respect but out of shock. After a long enough moment, someone very familiar spoke. The voice front the dark chamber.

“Now that was quite the entrance, Princess.” A fairy approached from the crowd dressed in black and green wearing a white mask that featured a long beak.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Rose's mother announced as she stood up from her golden throne.

“Don’t interrupt your majesty.” The strange fae spat. “I’m sure you’ll want to hear me out.” The queen managed to control herself and she sat back down. The dark room fairy waved her hand which caused a green intricate witches circle to appear at her feet and dark black clouds to swirl around it. Gasps erupted from the room. This wasn’t a fairy at all. A witch had snuck into one of the most important fae places. The natural enemies of the fairies were the magic folk and one had managed to slip into a major fae event.

The witch’s dark thunder clouds expanded throughout the massive room and her glamour faded. Her green butterfly wings turned into huge black feathered wings. Her curly brown hair cascaded off of her shoulders from their hiding spot and a black cloak waterfalled from her shoulders. A black staff topped in a birdlike skull appeared in her hands. Rose thought that she was so incredibly beautiful in the most unorthodox way.

“Relax relax,” The witch bellowed. “I’ve come bearing a gift for the princess. Better than any gift the fae could hope to offer her.” She disappeared in black smoke and appeared right next to Rose. But she wasn’t afraid in the slightest. Both the king and the queen stood abruptly at this action.

“I have a purpose for you. The lost Fae Princess needs to be found, and who better to find her than her sister! The caged bird will be trapped no longer.” The witch grinned. “Oh, and if you refuse-” she pointed her staff at the king and queen and they were covered in smoke. Once the smoke lifted it looked like nothing had changed but by the look on the monarch’s faces, something certainly had. “Your kingdom will remain unguarded and unprotected by the most powerful among you.” Surely enough, when Rose looked out the glass windows, the crystalline shielding around the palace was gone, without the shields, there was no night and day. Only the eternal light of the sun blazing onto the lands. “I’m sure my kind would be enthused to know of your newfound vulnerability.”

Rose stayed silent. She wasn’t afraid of the witch, she had been taught that the magic folk were wicked and scheming. But though the appearance of this witch was sinister and destructive, she was giving Rose exactly what she wanted under the guise of it being to lift a curse. She wasn’t just giving Rose a way out, but also a purpose, a quest, an adventure, a sister? Rose had only heard rumors of a lost princess but she thought they were just that, rumors. Like she was not her father's daughter despite having his white hair woven through the red she had inherited from her mother.

“You won’t even be alone on your journey. For a price, I will give you an object that summons me whenever you need me. I am nothing if not giving.”

“What kind of price?” Rose raised her eyebrow, speaking for the first time since the witch appeared.

“A small price for my help. All I ask for is a kiss.” The witch smirked, as if she didn’t expect Rose to take up the offer. The crowd had gasped, a kiss from a witch was said to be cursed. It was like signing a contract with the devil. But Rose didn’t need the promise of help from the woman, she would’ve kissed her anyway for freeing her.

“Deal.” The witch looked a little surprised but she laughed as all the onlookers looked horrified. Rose however was not remorseful in the slightest. The sooner she could leave her mother's presence, the better. Rose knew the corrupt nature of the fae more than anyone and she was sure that they wouldn’t even miss her.

“Wonderful. Now, you can’t go on a quest looking like that!” The witch spoke directly to her instead of projecting to fill the whole room. She gently lifted Rose’s chin with a dark claw-like finger and their lips met.

Around her, the decadent white gown started to get covered in smoke and changing dramatically. Rose felt the corset loosen and the skirt tighten and wrap around her legs to form pants. The smoke rose to her hair where the tight braids fell around her shoulders and unwove into freshly curled locks. She felt weight on her back of her small assortment of weapons that were forged by the fire giants for sunborn royalty. A sword with a golden hilt adorned with a triple set of feathered wings, a matching bow and a quiver full of arrows and a golden dagger to finish the set. Her heels were replaced with practical laced up boots that were a hundred times more comfortable. Even her makeup was affected. The layers and layers of powders and paints lifting in an instant leaving only the flaked remains of the sun imagery on her forehead and her golden lips.

Throughout her transformation, her lips were still firmly planted on the witches. She probably lingered for too long as the kiss made her heart flutter and she tried her best to preserve the feeling.

They parted, and the witch held out a dark metal object. A razor sharp knife with the imagery of a white bird skull carved to it’s hilt.

“Point it to the sky and say my name and I will come to you.” The witch assured.

“What is your name?” Rose took the knife and examined it before looking upwards at the witch.

“Adisa. Adisa Crow.”

#This is basically a first draft of a few scenes in my original series that im working on #at least the fantasy one #Rosalia Scarlett Dawn #Adisa Crow #Doctor Plague #my ocs #my writing #original writing #original content #original character #original characters #oc #ocs

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sciencelings-arts · 5 years

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Day 11 of OCtober: In Action. First time drawing Roses nemesis Doctor Plague. Sexual tension pose is mandatory.

#this is the first time i've drawn Doctor Plague so this isn't her final design #emkayoctober #ocs #Rosalia Scarlett Dawn #Adisa Crow #marvelsona #spidersona #villiansona #again i am inconsistent in roses suit #someday i'll get it right

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stressbuilds · 3 years

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the apocalypse by Devyn Springer

the apocalypse was rhodesia was israel was the united east india company was new zealand and australia was jim crow and jim jones was human chattel and slave patrols was the bureau of indian affairs, millionaires and billionaires. it was the six hundred and thirty five thousand tons of bomb and napalm dropped on korea was the flavor-aid nine hundred and nine people drank in the guyanese jungle was the stripes on my ancestors backs was the stripes on your ancestors back the cherrytree george washington never cut down was protests turned photo ops was marches turned magazine covers was burning precincts turned representation was the gap in madonna’s teef was the bullets in robert olsen’s gun was the smoke and rubble left at 6221 Osage Avenue was the wounds in Assata’s back was enemy of the sun found sitting in George Jackson’s cell after his murder. the apocalypse was Marsha P. Johnson’s body found floating in the hudson river was canada and was germany was the dutch was the portugese was amerika’s grip on cuba and venezuela and hawaii and puerto rico and guam and iraq and haiti and indian residential schools was the miami gusanos cheering for fidel’s death was Tony McDade’s last breath was Kalief Browder’s last breath was Sandra Bland’s last breath was Nat Turner’s last breath was Muhlaysia Booker’s last breath was Sankara and Lumumba’s last breaths was Winnie and Mumia’s prison cells was the taste of blood filling Fred Hampton’s mouth before they dragged him into the hallways and left him laying in a pool of blood the apocalypse was trump was obama and biden and hillary and bernie was eisenhower and carter and hoover and cleveland and washington and taft and lincoln was diamond, lithium, oil, cobalt, coltan, gold, tungsten, and copper in the Congo, was june 13 1980 when gregory smith gave Walter Rodney the walkie talkie, was enslaved poems illegal to be written was Harriet Powers’ quilts was Dave the Potter’s encrypted messages was the failure of the maji maji rebellion was hijabs snatched and weddings bombed was fourteen-year-old James Doxtator’s remains never found and you reading this poem not knowing his name was fourteen-year-old Giovanni Melton snatched from life and the world not caring because no body ever cares when you’re young black gay and dead was Human was internment camps was blackwater mercenaries was mao’s last poem was Fanon’s leukemia was Bob Marley’s melanoma was Gamba Adisa’s breast cancer was Eleanor Bumpurs shotgunned against her kitchen wall by rent marshalls was the barracoon. the apocalypse was already here, it has been here, striking in plain sight, it is not a thief in the night we must watch for nor an impending catastrophe we must manage but an infestation so large, so vast in sheer numbers, so incalculable in the lives its collected and audacious in the histories its stolen, that we think it has yet to arrive.

#the apocalypse #Devyn Springer #poem #revolution #communism #CULTURAL WORK

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emweaver · 6 years

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Character First Dialogue Tag

This looks fun! Thanks for the tag, @kbcypher!

Rules: Post the first line of dialogue that your character speaks.

Hunter: "Fucking bastard." Cade: "The assassin. Hitman. Hired gun. Contract killer. Hatchet man. Cut-throat." Duchamp: "You're not giving me much of a choice, are you, Captain?" Rook: "Well? Speak up, sweetheart. I haven't got all night." Rafe: "Weather sux. Come stay over at my place. Got the day off. xo, Rafe." (technically a text message)

Chen: "Uh, I don't, ma'am. I drink tea." Captain Lowry: "It's been over a year, Val," Detective Adisa: "Listen, Val, I'd love to help you out, trust me. I really would. But you know I can't let you through. I'm really sorry. Pope'll have my ass if I do." CSI Emma Crowe: "No, no, no." There are a few more minor characters with dialogue, but as they’re not likely to be repeats, I’m going to ignore them for this game. Also, there’s a major character who doesn’t have any dialogue as of yet.

#writeblr #writing tag #wildfire #first dialogue

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sekerenews · 5 years

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Noah’s Ark Communications Wins Maltina and Malta Gold Accounts

Noah’s Ark Communications, the creative marketing communications agency recently announced that it would be handling two of Nigerian Breweries creative accounts. The creative agency will handle Nigerian Breweries Maltina and Gold creative accounts. Noah’s Ark Communications won the account after a very competitive review. According to reports, the creative agency beat out multiple leading creative agencies in Nigeria with their pitch.

Noah’s Ark Communications Speaks on Winning Maltina and Malta Gold Accounts

The creative agency’s Managing Director/ Chief Creative Officer Lanre Adisa spoke on the big win. He attributed the success of the agency at the very competitive pitch to their unparalleled creative solutions. He explained that the creative solutions offered by his team were also backed by deep consumer insights. According to the agency, they were most likely considered as the preferred creative agency based on their understanding and creative interpretation of brand expectations. Adisa spoke about how excited Noah’s Ark Communications is to have won the two accounts. He stated that they feel honoured to have the opportunity to work on two great iconic brands like Maltina and Malta Gold. He talked about how the agency plans to bring the same magic they have brought to other brands to the two Nigerian Breweries accounts. Adisa also stated that his agency is looking forward to working with the brand’s very intelligent marketing teams. According to Adisa, winning the two Nigerian Breweries account was a great way to start the year.

About Noah’s Ark Communications

Noah’s Ark communications is a full-service marketing communication firm. It was founded by Lanre Adisa in 2008. The creative agency is considered to be one of the most creative new generation creative agencies in Nigeria and Africa. They have won numerous awards which can testify to the brand's creativity. They were recently named the Agency of the Year for West and Central Africa by Pitcher awards. The creative agency is currently ranking No 21 on the top Ad agency’s worldwide and No 1 Ad agency in Sub-Saharan Africa on the Luerzers Archive global agency ranking. Their client portfolio includes Airtel, Hypo, Three Crow Milk and Nokia. Read the full article

#AdvertisingNews #AgencyNews #BrandNews #MaltaGold #Maltina #NigeriaBreweries #Noah'sArk #Noah'sArkCommunicationsl

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frankwallace · 5 years

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In Sickness and in Health | a fool’s tale

Nancy, Frank and Fred | a love triangle or In Sickness and in Health | a fool’s tale

My heart is full of love. It embraces Fred, my angry liver.

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[Please listen to Mercy, from Six Prayers on Six Strings]

Intro

We didn’t say typical vows at our wedding in 1977. We were hippies! Anti-establishment – remember? So we didn’t actually say “in sickness and in health, ’til death do we part.” But boy, my wife certainly had it in her heart. I have not really been tested the way she has the past two years. I hope I would do the same for her: drive ten thousand miles to hospitals in Boston, sacrifice a one-woman show she worked on for ten years only to be overshadowed at the moment of fruition by illness; constantly researching strange ailments and how to cure them. She has been precious, loving, generous, kind, forgiving – nothing but, and I love her for all that and more.

So here’s a little story, but a touch of background first. When we lived in Arlington MA in the late 70’s, we found an old porcelain clown in the garbage. Took it home and named him Fred. He came to represent my alter-ego, my nasty angry insides. And so when we moved in 1980, the last thing I did leaving the house was decide to leave Fred in the closet – a gift to the next tenants – ha! Little would they know! It was supposed to be a gesture of letting him go, letting my past fall away. It didn’t work – ugh!

Meet Fred

My wife is sick of Fred. She’s sick of me – being sick! Fred came back two days ago after promising never to return. Surprise. Surprise!

Here’s a song about life he wrote a long time ago:

Hey ho the Hie dee oH. I’ll tickle a dream and say it Ho Blither me Blimey and slay it oH The bloke is crammed with air to blow. Hey ho the Hie dee oH.

I’ll join her there in the thicket Ho To get one a dance with a cricket Bo The dream blows wild, the flesh grows mold. The block is jammed with beaus to crow. Hey ho the Hie dee oH.

It’s a silly a description of life. There’s always someone coming along, ready to grab your spot. Life seems sort of pointless to Fred. Short and nothing but a dance and a dream.

Fred’s a bum

He’s a hobo. He digs through the garbage to find rotten food and worn out clothes.

Fred likes lists, dirty laundry lists. Bad shit!

Fred gripes. He hangs his head. He likes to fight. It makes him feel alive.

Fred mostly talks about himself, except to point out what you are doing wrong! Watch out if he sees you messing up!

Here’s Fred

He’s hungry all the time. Hardly smiles. What a bum.

Fred’s me! He takes over my shitty days. He’s kind of in my bones, or maybe my gut, my liver, impossible to dig out. Until now. I hope! I pray!

Cancer treatments are squeezing him out. It’s just too intense for him: radiation, low carb diet, yoga, meditation and all…Maybe he is the cancer? It’s a theory, right? Does it matter who, what, why my cancer is? Is Fred the anger that ate at my soul for 50 years and started to grow into tumors.

I said my wife is sick of Fred. We talked about him this morning and came up with a theory. We’re getting on in age. We’re dealing with two years of various cancer diagnoses, one eye is nearly blind. I have adopted a very limited and strict diet and I have a morning routine that sometimes takes three hours. It has replaced our sacred morning tea and coffee chat. In some ways we are getting ready to – well, let’s be blunt – permanently separate. I mean the real permanent. Death! The ultimate giving up of all things material, all those precious things we cling to: guitars, music, art, family, home, dreams, and yes, each other.

We spent nearly 40 years doing everything together, in good health. No doctors, period! We toured and gave concerts together. We recorded LPs and CDs and even a few cassettes! I did the engineering, Nancy did the design. Everything together. We raised two beautiful boys together. We bought an old farm in the New Hampshire forest and chop wood to heat the house, live with deer, bear, moose squirrels, weasels and lots of dirt and bugs.

But now, it’s just me. Me and my cancer. It’s my body. Not ours. The needles poke me, not her. She drives me, she holds my hand, she steadies me when I’m dizzy from radiation. She loves me. But she’s not me. I had to do this. On my own. And I love that. But I miss her. She misses me. It’s tough being separated by illness.

So Fred rears his ugly head and tells her to leave me alone and stop telling me what to do, how any more calories I need to eat, how much more water I’m supposed to drink. Go rest, don’t worry about practicing right now.

A fellow friend in cancer, John Holmquist, one of America’s great guitarists who loves life to the fullest, summed it all up in a very elegant manner in the following poem. I am honored he shared it with me. Nancy edited it down to song size, which I hope to write this fall.

Will I Be Given Time in Full Measure?

John E Holmquist Edited by Nancy Knowles

Will I be given time in full measure to kindle light? If I have helped you throw me no bone of thanks. Thank, instead, the unseen hand which carves some good, even with so poor an instrument. If I have harmed you, forgive me, let not anger eat away your soul.

In the end, let there be nothing left: no feelings, no thoughts, no “other.” Let there only be light. Let the broken tool be made perfect for the task, so that only Love remains.

University Heights, Ohio, March, 2003

This Fred (my name for him, and not the original clown mentioned above) was created by Mona Adisa Brooks of Peterborough NH. Please visit her website, or better yet, go to Trumpet Gallery in Peterborough to see her, and other artists’, work.

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science-lings · 3 years

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You have made me curious. Please tell me about your oc's! What are their names? Why? Are they from a specific fandom or from a world of your own making? What do they look like? What is thier favorite fruit/color/food/drink? You made a spidersona a while back, right? Have you developed them more or have you moved on? (Sorry theese are a lot of questions at once you don't have to awnser all of them if u don't want to lol)

Okay so I have a great many main ocs so I’ll make little intros for them that answer each question lol

also here’s a link to the masterlist that might be more helpful and less rambly lol, it also links to art of the characters if you’re interested:

OC MASTERLIST

First of all, we have Rosalia (Rose) Scarlett Dawn who has healing powers, she (or at least her main design) started out as the spidersona you mentioned, but she evolved beyond even marvel oc territory lol. I draw her the most, she’s the one with red fading into white hair and sectoral heterochromia/ gold eyes, you can probably find her very easily on my art account @sciencelings-arts. Her image is also what I use as the icon for my writing account @sciencelings-writes which was a commission I got done for her last Halloween. She has become a very different character, although I still really vibe with her spidersona origins. She exists in the marvel universe as a SHIELD agent that does her best to use her powers for good but once SHIELD falls she works for Tony Stark and the Avengers as their on-call medical professional as she is kind of the expert in weird shit like injuries and sickness that originate from magic or alien stuff. Her sister Artemis also works for SHIELD as a field agent and does not have powers. Their relationship is kinda complex and depends on the universe that they’re in, like my original series is set in a bunch of different universes as I don’t want to constrict myself with just writing fantasy or sci-fi or whatever. Anyway Rose is a lesbian with underestimated powers and all that kind of shit. She’s fruity, they say an apple a day keeps the doctor away but she is the doctor and she will consume any apple within her eyesight.

Second of all, this one will be shorter, Andromeda Starling, Basically her parents were scientists for hydra and she found out and ran away, resulting in her getting lost in space and gaining shapeshifting powers that evolve from partial shifts like gills and wings to full transformations like turning into a dragon because she wants to. She’s a sapphic asexual and is endgame with Rose, Her image is on my art blog (linked above) and my rarely used OC blog @sciencelings-ocs, After her transformation, her blood turned purple and her eyes turned purple and all her hair turned a cold white. She actively avoids going to earth and is the basic lone wolf type that comes across as mean but it’s mostly due to trauma and mental illnesses. She kicks ass and has no idea how to talk to people. She likes space fruit and actually knows how to cook space food.

Next, we have Adisa Crow AKA Doctor Plague who is Rose’s nemesis, She got her powers from trying to recreate Rose’s powers within her and it going very wrong. Her powers can reverse other character's powers and skills, whether that’s a direct opposite like making a fire-themed character control ice or whether it’s just twisting the power against them, like making Andromeda’s shapeshifting uncontrollable as her power normally relies on her focus and complete control. But her powers come with a price as they are constantly affecting her, giving her hallucinations and manipulating her thoughts and emotions drastically. She wears a plague doctor mask when in full supervillain mode. She and Rose have a full friends to lovers to enemies to friends kind of arc as when she is released of her powers she might be forgivable with a whole lot of therapy. She only drinks Redbull and coffee.

speaking of therapy, next we have Alexandria Iriklitis. She’s a superhuman therapist with a magic voice. She mostly uses her voice to manipulate emotions but it’s powerful enough to levitate objects and break glass, and even bring down buildings and stuff. She has very colorful hair and very solid black geometric tattoos all over her body. She’s not normally a fighter type of character but she does appear as a peacock siren bard in the fantasy au and that comes with having wing arms and a big dramatic peacock tail. She is the only emotionally stable one usually but she’s not perfect and although it takes a lot to rile her up, she can lose her shit and no one should be within fifty miles of her when that happens.

Next, we have Ma’at Ramses who is a necromancer goth mom who adopts death kids that are ostracised from the normal magic organizations. She has a magic sword hilt that shifts into different weapons at will and a magic helmet that resembles an Egyptian pharaoh's crown that gives her extra abilities. She’s constantly in contact with the dead and her mission is to give them peace but more and more keep coming to her for help and no matter how much she works, she is never finished. She constantly feels the rage from the dead that need to be avenged and it takes tremendous control to not take it out on the people around her. Eventually, she figures out that those feelings are not her own and she can control how much they affect her and she becomes a much less angry person. She’s kinda morally gray as she has no qualms about things like murder of she decides that the person really deserves it. She really hates injustice and doesn’t just sit around for people change and you know, heavily bigoted politicians just disappear sometimes, that’s just how life is.

Next is Diana Schmitt, a mutant who can control the heat of objects (mostly metal and glass) and the molten outcome. She’s heavily scarred on half of her body including her face and she’s missing an arm and a leg that she replaced with layered metal and glass prosthetics. She’s trans and sapphic because I can’t make cishet characters to save my life. She uses her powers to make weapons and tools as she has big blacksmith energy. also, she's six feet tall and super buff. She's the whole gentle giant type and is super friendly. Her scars and limb loss are from a malicious attack with ice which causes her to hate any kind of cold and even makes ice a trauma trigger for her. She hates the winter and tries her best to avoid cold places. She is immune to incredibly high heat and has literally slept inside of a volcano with a magma blanket. cozy.

Lastly (I think) we have Guinevere (Gwen) Kaimana. She’s an actual mermaid. and a Pirate. She can control the sea and temporarily turn her tail into a skirt over fishnet tights covering human legs. When out of the water she has to take special care to be very hydrated. She can faint if lacking enough water in her body. She has Polynesian tattoos on her arm and torso that glow white in the dark but only when it’s very dark like when she’s very deep in the ocean. She wields dual scimitars (those curved pirate swords) and is bisexual. She has a very unearthly energy and is basically a myth to the people on land, but on the seas, she’s known as the Queen of the Seas and is feared by the people who don’t know her. She has big found family energy with her crew and mostly just focuses on saving sea life and causing trouble for the us military because she thinks it's funny. They tend to overreact and try to find her and “bring her to justice” but they can never find her, no matter how much they search. Before becoming a pirate she had spent several unaging decades in isolation in the ocean before she was willing to associate with people again. Sometimes she gets confused by current events and technology when she visits the land but she hates showing it.

#this ended up being a little long whoops #i kinda worked all morning on this. I woke up like an hour ago tho so not that long #ask gay #my ocs #ocs #marvelsonas #marvel ocs #marvel oc #Rosalia Scarlett Dawn #Andromeda Starling #Adisa Crow #Doctor Plague #Alexandria Iriklitis #Ma'at Ramses #My OC Phoenix #Diana Schmitt #Guinevere Kaimana #OCs #Anonymous

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doctor plague!!

Full Name: Adisa Crow

Gender and Sexuality: Cis Female and WLW non-specified (I haven’t decided)

Pronouns: She/her

Ethnicity/Species: Middle Eastern

Birthplace and Birthdate: New York City, Oct. 13th, 1996

Guilty Pleasures: Sleeping for very long periods of time and skipping out on anything she doesn’t deem incredibly important

Phobias: Loneliness, death, clowns, but also small dogs

What They Would Be Famous For: Groundbreaking science stuff with unethical implications.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Murder, Unethical human experimentation, Treason, stuff like that.

OC You Ship Them With: Rosalia, sometimes. They have a kind of homoerotic nemesis kind of relationship that sometimes works and is sometimes fucked up.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Rose again, even though she’s the most against killing, Adisa kind of makes her reconsider her morals every once in a while.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Mystery, romance, dystopias

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: boring flat villains without redeeming qualities or interesting motivations

Talents and/or Powers: Genius IQ, Can poison the powers/ abilities of both super-humans and normal humans, whether that’s completely reversing their powers on themselves or taking them away or replacing them with an opposing power. In any case, bad news to those on the other side.

Why Someone Might Love Them: hot, smart, capable, can hold you in one arm and look like she’s not even trying, secretly not as horrible of a person as she seems

Why Someone Might Hate Them: disregard for human life, mentally unstable, horny for destruction, does things for dramatic flair and not because she genuinely cares for the wellbeing of people. Most good things that she does are for praise or for the drama, not because she actually gives a shit.

How They Change: Goes from a slightly dubious medical student to an obsessive unethical scientist to a supervillain whose powers make her literally go crazy to someone who’s damaged and just poisoning herself because that’s all she can do to a confused genius who needs therapy and positive role models.

Why You Love Them: We all love a villain with the capacity to reform while also having sexual/ romantic tension with their same-sex heroic counterpart. She’s just fun and edgy and crazy and angry and broken but hiding it and one of the best kinds of characters to make.

Send me an OC name to fill out this thing for!

#Doctor Plague #Adisa Crow #my other ocs: Rosalia Andromeda Diana Phoenix Gwen and Alex #but I have more minor ones #ask gay #oc ask game #Anonymous

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doctor plague for the meme character thing

#if you know #you know #doctor plague #adisa crow #my oc #my ocs #ask gay #Anonymous

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sciencelings-arts · 3 years

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okay i know this is late but this is the last pride month art, welcome Atlante Dawn-Crow, the genetically grown clone child of My OC Rose and her nemesis Adisa. She’s a very new oc so I haven’t fully developed her yet. Her powers are like a combination of both of her mothers, being able to take away, transfer and give life-force/ health to people. She was raised by her supervillain mother and trained from a young age to be a very deadly vigilante type. She’s kind of edgy but she really wants to be loved and cared for she just doesn’t know how to be anything besides what she was raised to be.

#she grumpy #Atlante Dawn-Crow #OC #ocs #my art #my artwork #MY OCs #my OC #My OC art #pride month #lgbtpride #aro pride #aromantic #aro positivity #aromantic pride #pride art #pride month art

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science-lings · 4 years

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OC Masterlist

Quick intros for my OCs as I’m going to write about them and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Rosalia Scarlett Dawn AKA Rose-

My main girl, healing powers, the MCU version of her was recruited by SHIELD right after she got her first PHD after she was caught studying alien biology, takes her a while to become an actual superhero as her healing powers were hard to convert into anything that she could put on the field, with help from her anti-hero/ villain nemesis who she has had sexual tension with ever since they shared a dorm in medical school but then she became unethical and ignorant of the people around her ergo turning into a bad guy. Rose is usually good and wholesome but she has a dark destructive side that was awoken after her nemesis used her powers on her. Rose is selfless to the point of not taking care of herself because any time spent not helping people with her powers is time wasted in her eyes and she tends to take medical cases that no one else can, usually pertaining to other powered people, aliens, magic illnesses, etc.

Roses Intro Sheet - SHIELD & Hydra

Andromeda Starling-

Roses endgame girlfriend, shapeshifter, in the MCU she accidentally used a Hydra spaceship to escape the planet as her parents were both scientists involved with that kind of thing. She didn’t really think it through and she ended up on a skrull refugee planet where she crash landed and had to be enhanced to save her life. She’s not good at teamwork and tends to be a loner as she’s afraid to get close to people. She hates being bossed around and work with other people. She can do most on her own just fine. She hates having to admit she needs help with something. She’s a pretty decent pilot and prefers swords over guns. If she likes someone enough to become attached, she get’s very protective and even a bit clingy but that rarely happens.

Andromeda’s Intro Sheet - Andromeda Portrait - Simple Lesbians - B&W Portrait

Adisa Crow AKA Doctor Plague-

Roses nemesis, she was subtly jealous of Roses powers so she secretly tried to recreate them, instead the outcome gave her powers that could reverse other’s powers against them and make normal people ill. She became a virus in every sense of the word and even tech malfunctions around her. But her powers affect herself a little, making her go a little crazy over time and more willing to do fucked up things in the name of science. Yes she wears a plague doctor mask that helps her powers not affect herself. Her powers also heighten her negative feelings and only give her relief when she uses her powers on other people as it hates being restricted. She’s given up on being free of it and has embraced her role as a super-plague. It’s actually kind of sad really...

Adisa Crow Portrait - Nemesis Tension

Phoenix AKA Maat (Matt) Ramses-

Necromancer goth mom, grew up an orphan with the sorcerers of Kamar Taj as her parents were wakandan sorcerers who died protecting the reality and the ancient one sensed her magic potential, however she wasn’t great at the normal magic that they tried to teach her. She had to steal forbidden books about necromancy to really get a hold of her powers. She left the sorcerers and found others like her, connected to death, and she made a family. but eventually she would have to investigate her roots in wakanda and it may not be pretty. She inherited her parents relics, a gold sword with a hilt of wings and a gold helmet based on the helms of the egyptian pharaohs. Maat didn’t quite work as a vigilante, she just was drawn to people that needed her help and she literally can’t stop herself from intervening when humanity can be so terrible. Anyway she hates cops and abusers and rapists and all that and she does her best to help the people that they hurt.

Phoenix Portrait - Open Helmet Idea - The magic relics

Diana Schmitt-

Trans girl mutant who can control and melt metal and glass, making her own weapons on the fly and using debris to her advantage. Her left arm and her right leg were frozen off by anti-mutant extremists and she makes herself prosthetics with her powers made of glass shards that she can use and layers of different kinds of metal with the outside being gold because she likes the aesthetic. She’s covered in scars from the torture and from her own forging projects. She loves making things and does her best to be positive and kind to other people but trauma is still trauma and superheroes aren’t known for going to therapy. She has PTSD and gets triggered by excessive cold and dark places. She has to learn to confront her pain and move beyond it, while also going to therapy and stuff.

Diana Portrait - Pride Month Portrait - Early Intro Sheet

Guinevere Kaimana-

literally a mermaid who spent several decades under the water as a hermit and has water powers and electric eel levels of electric powers. (until she’s at her most powerful but still not more than like some thunder in a tropical storm, she can’t like summon lighting to strike people or anything.) In the MCU she’s a mutant who left after her mutation out of fear of rejection and in my fantasy version of my OC universe she’s a pirate mermaid princess. She figured out how to temporarily turn her tail into a tail shaped skirt and tattoos on her legs similar to fishnet tights. She can’t stay human for very long and when she’s human she has to be fully hydrated or she could die. She has an enemies to competitors to friends to lovers with Diana and it’s a very slow burn.

Gwen Pride Portrait - mermay

Alexandria Iriklitis-

Superhero therapist with a magic voice. Her singing can manipulate the emotions of anyone that can hear it, even through recordings and microphones and stuff, and eventually she can use it to control objects around her through levitation and even destroying the area around her if she’s emotionally charged and loud enough (which happens when she goes temporarily deaf and thinks that she can’t responsibly use her powers anymore.) She has to be very careful with her powers as music is already made to affect peoples emotions but with her powers, any miscalculation can be destructive. Someone may have bad memories of a happy song and elevate those bad feelings. So she usually depends on non-lyrical songs and her own improvisation skills. In my fantasy OC universe she’s a magic bard that’s drawn to chaos and flirts with everyone because she’s a bard. She tries not to use her magic voice to make people do things they don’t want to do, she tries to not rely on it to get whatever she wants.

Alex Portrait

Artemis Dawn-

Roses non-powered sister who is a SHEILD agent that struggles with living in her sisters shadow. They go through an arc of repairing their relationship and get to the point of being very close and killing for each other. Artemis specializes in sharpshooting, martial arts, and disguises. She uses makeup and clothing and wigs to completely change her appearance to a point where even the people that know her best won’t recognize her. In the fantasy AU universe she dresses up as a man to become a knight after being shamed out of her princess status. She’s a badass and deals with a major inferiority complex and has to prove that she’s just as good as her superpowered sister. When hydra takes over shield, she has to save her sister from their clutches and causes Roses first power burst that kills the hydra agents by forcing their bones to grow together to turn them into grotesque body horror statues. Fun. Artemis has a cold hard exterior but softens up around her sister and it confuses her colleagues to no end. Not many people knew she could smile outside of a role.

Artemis Portrait

Unreleased art under the cut!

Gwen without face paint and weird colors, yes her lips are blue all the time

pride drawing for Rose

Phoenix and Diana as part of a mass drawing of my ocs that I gave up on but I liked the way they both looked in it so here it is now.

old headshot when i wanted to experiment with Roses mask

angry freckles

minor oc, i do actually think i posted it but I haven’t made enough about them to know what I want them to be besides absolutely bangin with their character design

COMMISSIONS I’VE HAD DONE OF THEM

Andromeda by tinymintywolf

Anthro Rose by scriiblesbymarti on insta i couldn’t find them on here oof

Spider-rose that I won by emkayoh

rose icon by tinymintywolf

#OC masterlist #send me asks about them #i wanna talk about them #im going to write about them whether you guys like it or not so here's your chance of having a choice in what it ends up being

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