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babulekbabayaga · 7 months

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My girl, still thinking about her... I need to write her. Here's some lore about her.

The Dreaded Soul: Vuk Ókiv

LORE

Born in an unnamed, rural, village in Bohemia on April 30th 1921 to Mikhail Ókiv, a hunter, and his wife Morana Bashenska, who died in childbirth, Vuk’s life wasn’t one of many joys and peculiarities outside of the accompanying forests and fields of flowers that only come by in the springs and summers, exposed to the effects that the first Great War had on her nation and her father’s approach to life. Luxuries were often limited and if not, almost non-existent, despite that, the village girl had a hopeful outlook on life.

As a child, she was considered by many in the village as a quiet tomboy who was also assertive in her beliefs and didn't hesitate to call out the inadequacies of others, she was a confident individual, just too calm to have the ability to bark at others. She was a competitive girl in athletic sports and always around to lend a hand in physical chores. So outgoing she was, she joined a shooting club where she became an amateur sharpshooter and for her developing talent, was rewarded a sharpshooter badge and marksman certificate.

Raised in a village that still follows traditions and the old religion unlike the towns and cities, Vuk was brought up in a religious environment with the followers of Ziej'anad, the old god of hope and order, whom the people, and the nation used to back then, worship and plead to bring order back to a world that had seemed to be neglected ever since the absence. Vuk was particularly praised as the possible incarnation of the god since birth because the local priest mentioned how she was born the day all the planets were aligned perfectly, for them, it was a sign.

Throughout Vuk’s early upbringing, she was taught that she was the symbol of hope for this nation and she took the symbolism seriously—dedicating herself to every good charitable work that was available for volunteers, sabotaging her self-interests for the validation of others, especially the adults and elders. She tried to look up to the image of Ziej'anad, reading every scripture of his ways and bringing offerings to an altar of him she had in the corner of her cramped bedroom where she’d routinely pray. Her entire existence when she was a youth purely revolves around him and nothing else. She was not herself, she was him.

Vuk was simply the golden child of the village. The only sense of self she still had was her marksmanship.

When the Second Great War started, the village was one of the occupied areas by the Bremen militia and immediately they hid their weapons from the army in the forest and they warned the children to not dig them up. Vuk and the other children one day took a visit there to dig in a dirt-filled trench looking for the abandoned rifles in order to join the Eastern Union forces against the Bremen just like their parents in the first war.

Vuk wasn’t the one who suggested this but was influenced by the kids to join in for the cause or else they’ll call her a coward and a false. She was the first to find a rifle and her activity was noticed by a Bremen reconnaissance aircraft, flying overhead, whom she naively assumed they didn’t notice her and simply shrugged it off, because she was merely a child digging in the dirt. What suspicions are there in that?

The next day was continuing as normal, as normal as it tries to get with the constant piercing eyes of the Bremen soldiers watching every move of the civilians. Vuk went out hunting with her father to gather more meat and fur as winter was nearing. When they returned to the village, they found the place to be oddly deserted and full of flies. As they continued walking past the buildings, Mikhail took a glance behind his shoulder naturally and noticed a pile of executed bodies stacked behind the church, one corpse stacked on top of another, even newborn infants fell victim. Vuk stopped in her tracks when she heard his footsteps lessen and turned around to ask what was wrong until she saw it and it took her seconds to comprehend what caused this to happen. She began to let out a cry to the point she almost lost her voice, looking away from the scene in distress as she clung to her father’s arm instinctually for safety despite no Bremen in sight.

So much for the symbol of hope and order.

Mikhail knew that they both had to evacuate, thus they returned to their homes to pack up their belongings and go, never to come back. As Vuk was clearing her bedroom, her father asked for her to come in and when she did, she noticed that her father had found the very rifle that she dug up from the forest, one of the weapons that the adults told everyone, explicitly to the children, to not dig up.

She knew he knew what was the root cause of this mass execution.

She sees him clenching his fists in all sorts of repressed emotions; wrath, grief, betrayal, fear and possibly more.

‘’I didn’t mean to, I didn’t know this would happen, pa, please, I was only trying to help. I just wanted to help… don’t leave me, please.’’

‘’What did you think it would have happened?’’

His voice was nonchalant yet the movement of his twitching hands was not.

‘’I don’t know, I just… I didn’t know that this would come to happen, but… pa, please, please, I was only intending for the goodness, not… this. Please, don’t hurt me, please. I didn’t mean it. You’d understand, I’m your daughter, yes?’’

Vuk couldn’t help herself, looking anywhere but her father, she was already slowly tearing up like a child she was, now trying to comprehend whether the involuntary manslaughter made her a killer or just a misunderstood folklore tale.

Was she always a false? Was she truly a good individual, an incarnation of a long-forgotten deity whose name brings hope who supposedly abandoned humanity, or evil personified who disguised herself as a child, the pinnacle of innocence? She doesn’t know what she is anymore, what is true and not true. Is any of this reality at all or was it the misjudgments that were multiplied by all the guilt?

‘’Leave, just leave.’’

The girl shook her head no repeatedly, immediately clinging herself to her father, the only family she ever had, the rest were gone to the first war, not wanting to believe the words of abandonment. Begging for him to let her stay by his side but he was pushing her away from her desperate hands and despite not wanting this to happen, he landed a blow to her face to make her get away from him but it wasn’t enough, she was still attached to his arm like a lost pup.

‘’I said leave, Vuk, leave before I’ll do something I’ll regret!’’

He wanted to say ‘it’s for your own good’ at the end, but there’s nothing good that comes out of this situation; what her fate lies behind the door is uncertain but he could sense the dread that would come to hunt a lone girl during a war, he seen it happen before, he was there, he witnessed the depravities of humanities unravelling before his comprehension when the first Great War happened, the spilling of guts everywhere, children being forced in a tied haystack then burned to death with it as they were pushed around by the soldiers like a toy, an elderly woman being stabbed to death the same amount of times that aligns with her age. Anything could happen. That is simply humanity when given the chance.

He advised her to hide in the forests and flee to the west.

Mikhail couldn’t bear to listen to the wailings of his only child as he forcibly pushed her out of the house, pushing her roughly out of the doorstep and seeing her stumble on the dirt ground with her belongings beside her, especially that rifle, he quickly locked the door before she could run for it and laid against it—finally breaking out of the repression and his face fell to his hands as he wept and listened to the banging on the door and pleas.

It was heading into darkness by now and the trees of the forests only helped to intensify the opacity. All isolated with a dried bloody nose from the hit and the very rifle she was holding onto that was the mainspring of this downfall. What had she left of now? An identity crippled to fallen petals, the realisation she wasn’t as exceptional as she was raised to believe that she was. She was bad luck, a walking misfortune who caused more torment than hopeful progress. Exceptional in the way that she brought this to happen. Or was it just destiny? She was merely fifteen, how could she comprehend of such things?

It took two days to finally reach a nearby town and as she took a rest from all the walking, she realised there was a recruitment camp nearby and immediately she went there to be recruited into the Eastern Union army. She came prepared, with virtually every high-level civilian sharpshooter in Bohemia, accrued over years of shooting as a personal hobby and necessary skill for hunting. She easily lied about her age, being a very tall child for her age.

After a rushed training, she was sent to the front quickly. She was fine with shooting living creatures, she was introduced to the concept of death since she gained awareness as a child, hunting animals humanely and skinning them, she thought it would be the same with people. Yet it wasn’t, it was completely different and the screams of pain that followed from not only her shots but others around her. The first battle changed her. This was her first reality in war. It hardened her and took away bits of childhood she had in her.

She became extremely skilled at her job. Tying cloth strips to flutter in the wind distracting enemies, rugged up store mannequins as decoys, shooting in the rain to muffle her gunfire. Her sniping became crueller, not daring to bring a singular hint of hesitation or mercy, she dissociated herself from emotions and kept her focus.

Vuk would aim for the legs so her targets would cry for help to draw out rescuers who became new targets. No matter what, when the soldiers fired upon her, when the Bremens overran, when mortars were raining, she killed and kept killing. Sympathy was not in her dictionary when it came to the Bremens. They seek and take, she’ll hide and seek.

Over the years, she had developed a renowned reputation amongst the front, nicknamed ‘’Lady Dread’’, with her infamy bringing along deadlier opponents and she was becoming heavily targeted at. Battles and sniping were the only aspects of her life that she had grown, for lack of a better word, comfortable with, and where she could truly present her value of where she’s exceptional at, which is marksmanship, for others, they consider her only talent to be at taking people’s breaths away. Nothing else but just a mere killer in a soldier's uniform to cover her acts.

However, ultimately, Vuk had lost the battle, flesh covered with shrapnel and the army was hopelessly outnumbered by the Bremen, the woman who used to be a village girl was forced to evacuate. In the end, she had taken the lives of 325 people, 325 names on her hands, 325 families weeping.

After several months far away from the front and her comrades, her body ridden with fresh shrapnel scars, she was finally given a letter from the officials and was ordered to not return to combat after the news of the Kaiser conquering Prehevil and signing the peace treaty with the Eastern union.

She was devastated. Distressed. Exasperated. Confused. Scared.

All the sacrifices, the killings, the efforts, the deaths of young men and women. It all ultimately led to surrender. This was a betrayal for Vuk, and she will never forgive the Eastern Union for this.

She gave up, was not even acknowledged for her efforts in the war and was left as a stygian veteran with nothing to come back to, to believe in and to become, she was as hollow as a clam without its pearl. A living figment of the past.

Much like her old man.

With nothing to aspire to, never received a proper education herself, she got on the train and decided to return to the very village she came from and perhaps set up a shooting club, or something else… who knows? Only fate will choose what will happen.

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So that's Vuk, granted There's more to her that I would adore to add and there's a recurring character that's important to her but I left it out of the multiple paragraphs for the sake of keeping the main parts of her lore simplified and short.

So, with Vuk's inspiration for her lore and character, she's inspired by Lyudmila Pavilchenko the renowned Soviet sniper with credited 309 kills during WW2, Jinx from Arcane, Florya Gaishun from Come and See (self-explanatory) and probably others I had forgotten about or subconsciously added.

Need to finish her 'moonscorched' form at some point...

#fear and hunger #funger #funger oc #fear and hunger oc #fear and hunger art #funger art #funger original character #oc: vuk #she's heavily modelled after Jane Morris <333 #Im so sorry for how long her lore is #tw: pocketcat in the corner😨#i need to draw her interacting with Pav #yuh this is a repost from another website if anybody recognises this #next time i draw her i need to add scars on her face from the severe injury she had... got no clue why i didnt include them back then #fun fact she's 6'2 ft #i love women who tower others #she's very malice mizer sadness coded #oc

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friendlessghoul · 6 months

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Buster Keaton visiting the movie set of Cock of the Air with Billie Dove and Chester Morris that Howard Hughes produced. - 1932

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aleck-le-mec · 3 months

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ASD-coded characters that I love very deeply because I am them.

Notable mention to Mr.Bean’s nonverbal little ass, Ik he’s a real person but I’m talking about the cartoon he’s autistic as hell in the cartoon.

Also just Richard Ayoade In general is really relatable to me I love him in the travel man and the IT crowd. Him in the big fat quiz is always so good.

Ik Bella literally has the brain of a child but I found her relatable all the way through the movie even at the end. And she never changed her brutal honesty nor her explorative nature which was why I related so heavily to her.

#poor things #one punch man #doctor who #the doctor #david tennant #the it crowd #morris moss #parks and rec #inside job #mr. bean #fantastic beasts #autism #autism coded #asd coded characters #asd

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itsallaboutthebirds86 · 4 months

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“Ah, eye contact. Wonderful” ALLURA VYSOREN IS AUTISTIC—

#listen I know it’s because nana Morri makes her uncomfy #but also she’s a wizard and wizards are autistic coded anyway so #allura vysoren #critical role #bells hells

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forthedancingandthethriving · 7 months

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Tis ANOTHER collection of incorrect quotes

Tulip: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

Juliano, already removing every potential hazard in the vicinity: How about you don't?

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Lily: But when all hope seemed lost, I had an epiphany!

Lily, earlier: I'm going to throw myself into the sea.

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SMG3: What’s that off in the distance? Could it be? It is! My last damn, disappearing over the horizon. Be free, my old friend… be free…

SMG4: 3, hun, I literally JUST asked you to be nicer to Boopkins.

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Lil Coding: And that's when it hit me. The best idea I ever had!

*After everything goes to shit*

Lily, glaring at Lil Coding: That was the worst idea you've ever had!

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Morris: You played me like a damn fiddle!

Root: You're wrong. A fiddle is beautiful and difficult to play. I played you like the cheap kazoo you are.

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Cody: LC, I am questioning your sanity...

Sage: I never questioned it, I knew his sanity was missing from the start.

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Cody: I always wondered how a living person could kill another living person.

Cody: And then my siblings got threatened and I was like "oh okay!"

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Root: I'm friends with this family for the same reason people visit the zoo.

Root: Oh! Shh, look at that!

Root: *turns to watch a screaming Mario chase a screaming Luigi*

Root: Nature is amazing.

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Cory: I'm six, so I get six cookies!

Cody: Cory, bub, that's now how it works-

Lil Coding: *pocketing 12 cookies*

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Cody: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Lily: 'Prettiest smile'.

Root: 'Nicest personality'.

Lil Coding: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'.

Bowser Jr: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'.

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*The Crew right before Domain&Forum's wedding (potentially idk lol)*

SMG4: Well, we have to go, we have a wedding to attend.

Abyssal: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too!

Mario: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well.

Umbra: I THINK WE ALL HAVE A WEDDING TO ATTEND!

Vitality: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE!!

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Meggy: Where's the other kids?

Welony: They're playing hide and seek.

Meggy: Where?

Welony: I don't think you get how this game works.

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Luigi: How late were you up last night?

SMG34 & SMG3, in tandem: Me?

Luigi: No, not you two. You stay up late all the time.

Luigi, to Mario: You.

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Buffer: CPU was sitting next to me during the meeting today and offered me a sip of hisbdrink because I mentioned that I was thirsty...

Buffer: I was not fucking expecting to take a sip of vodka cranberry at 9am.

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Forum: God, you’re so clingy.

Domain: YOU came to MY USB?!

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Buffer: CPU, I need a gun, but you can't ask why I need it.

CPU: As long as you don't ask how I've gained all these.

Buffer: Deal.

CPU: *sets 20 different guns on the table*

Buffer: ..

CPU: ..

Buffer: *points at one* That one will do.

CPU: Good choice.

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Tari: Why are you still drinking? It’s 10 in the morning.

Bob: I know how bad this is gonna feel when I sober up, so I'm just gonna keep drinking a little bit.

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Lil Coding: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It's gonna be a long night.

Sage: You could have said anything else.

Lily: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, baja blast to fuel my trouble.

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Lil Coding: Lily suggested the idea of putting me on a child's leash, and I think everyone honestly considered it.

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Umbra: You didn't happen to bring any coffee, did you?

Abyssal, handing him a thermos: Milk and sugar.

Umbra: Oh, awesome. You're a lifesaver.

Umbra: *drinks it*

Umbra: Wait, is this just milk and sugar?

Abyssal: That's what I said.

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Root: How petty can you get?

SMG3: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

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sparkedblaze · 10 months

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Medda’s kids adopting her southern phrases. Just… very New York City kids saying “bless your heart”, “come hell or high water”, etc.

J;aokfoaiudfu

Charlie huffed as he made his way down the hall of the school. Jack walked with him, carrying both of their bags.

"Char, I can't believe you're takin' extra math," he shook his head in disbelief.

"Jack, I can't believe you're still talking about it," Charlie snickered, shaking his head. "I've been enrolled for this class since the end of last year. Hell, I was in it before you were."

"In math with my little brother," Jack whined out. "Who's gonna do better than me, and then mama's gonna be disappointed and tell me I gotta just apply myself more."

Charlie rolled his eyes, elbowing Jack. "You know she ain't gonna tell you that, drama queen."

He braced himself as a group of students jostled past them, Jack shielding him from most of it. "Besides, you know mama ain't like that. She just wants you to do what you like."

"And she wants me to graduate high school. Which I'm trying to do..." Jack sighed, setting their bags down beside the classroom door. "I just don't wanna disappoint her."

Charlie had the audacity to laugh at that, making Jack's eyes snap up to him, incredulous.

"Jack, you couldn't disappoint mama if you tried."

"Yeah, she's already got you under her roof, what could be more disappointin'?" Toni-who seemed to just appear at their side- laughed out as Jack swiped at him.

"Watch it, Tonio. I know where you sleep," Jack smacked his head. "I'll hide all your smokes."

Toni's eyes went wide. "Not again! It took me forever to find 'em last time!"

"Keep talkin' and you're gonna be busier than a cat on a hot tin roof lookin' for 'em."

Jack could see Charlie trying not to laugh beside him, and even Toni was cracking up.

"Careful, Jack, mama's showin'," Charlie said between bursts of laughter.

The eldest boy couldn't help but laugh along with them, shoving Toni away before snatching Charlie's hat.

"Hey!!" Charlie protested, trying to reach up for it. "C'mon cowboy, give it back!!!"

"Not until you apologize," Jack smirked, waving the hat above his head.

His eyes went wide as the hat was plucked from his hand, Finch coming around to deliver it back to Charlie.

"You know it's kind of messed up to bully your little brother, right, Jackie?" Finch asked with a smirk, ruffling Charlie's hair.

"Hey, I'm just trying to make sure he has the full high school experience," He snickered, reaching out to cup Charlie's cheeks, squishing them together. "Since no one else will."

Charlie swatted at his arms. "That's only because they know that my family'll raise seven kinds of hell before the teachers even hear about it."

"They'll raise what?" Finch burst out laughing, covering his mouth at the statement. "Char, what the hell does that mean?"

"It means they'll... like..." Charlie trailed off, trying to figure out how to explain what it meant. "Uh..."

"Oh, bless his heart," Jack patted his cheek a few times. "It means we'll fuck shit up before administration even knows something's wrong."

"Don't you 'bless your heart' me!" Charlie protested, looking at Toni. "Maneuver twenty-four, please."

"Maneuver twenty-four?" Jack asked, raising a brow, looking between them. If this was anything like some of the other maneuvers he'd seen, this would be a show.

Toni nodded, looking way too grim for Jack's liking, before he bolted off down the hallway. "I'm telling mom!"

Jack's brows furrowed, and he looked down at Charlie. "He knows mama is gonna get more mad at him for using his phone in school than she will at me for saying bless your heart... right?"

Charlie let out a quiet hum, grin matching Finch's next to him. "He knows."

Jack stared at them for a moment longer, trying to figure out what the hell was happening, before he caught sight of Toni behind them.

"Come to your senses, Higgins?"

"I think the real question here is: have you?" Toni grinned as he stepped to the side.

Jack's jaw dropped at the sight. "Tonio, you went and told on me to Davey?"

The boy in question had his hands on his hips, a brow raised, and pursed lips. All signs that pointed to Jack being in the danger zone.

"Sweetheart-"

"Don't 'sweetheart' me, Jack Kelly," Davey continued forward, meeting the group. "Are you really bullying your little brothers on the first day back?"

"Did he really tell you I was bullying them?" Jack looked up in disbelief at Toni. "That ain't what happened."

"Then tell me, Jack, what happened?"

"Char made fun of me 'cause I was sayin' things like mama says, and I took his hat and told him to apologize."

"Davey, he 'bless your heart'ed me."

"Jack! That's not nice!" Davey pressed his lips together, pursed even further than they'd been. His shoulders shook, and Jack could see the the humor in his eyes.

"You're joking." Jack's voice was deadpan as he came to the realization, and Davey just burst into laughter.

"Yeah, Jackie, I'm kidding," He wrapped Jack in a hug as Jack huffed again.

"You, as my boyfriend, are supposed to be on my side!"

"Jackie, darling, I'm on no one's side," Davey patted his cheek a few times. "I exist only to instill chaos."

"Oooookay, Davey's using big words, I'm out. Meetcha at lunch!" Toni ran off, dragging Finch along behind him.

#newsies-still new york kids-but southern coded #anon asks #thanks anon!#newsies #livesies #92sies #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #crutchie morris #medda adopts #davey jacobs #finch cortes #newsies modern au #cw cursing #cw swearing

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