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residents-of-the-darkforest · 5 months

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Dark Forest Resident: Hollylion

Aliases / Nicknames: Bitch, Cheating Bitch, The Worst Mate Ever, Disloyal Foxheart, Heartbreaker, Dearheart, My love, Sweetie

Gender: female

Sexuality: heterosexual

Family: Goldsting (mother), Airnettle (father), Poolflake (aunt), Splinterwisp (uncle), Elderfleck (sister), Chasmmoon, Pricklestar (brothers), Torndrop, Boulderbloom, Sleekspike, Olivedapple, Mallowspots, Ratspeckle, Frigidshock, Stoneslash, Volcanonoise, Burdockpaw, Goosefluff, Ripplefrost, Cresspaw, Smokehare, Minnowspore (daughters), Shinefur, Echoheart, Scorchhaze, Pearpaw, Nettlefoot, Shatterram, Daffodilstripe, Nutpad, Fawnfleck, Fluffyheather, Birdfluff, Sootseeker, Flipjump, Jaypaw, Bluekit, Brightlily (sons), Laurelmurk, Archpatch, Summitdusk (granddaughters) Poolthrush, Shalequake (grandsons), Splashstar (grandmother) Jumpmask (grandfather), Pearfeather, Tabasco, Zelda, Chiquito, Alyconefleck (former mates)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Jaypaw, Boulderbloom (former apprentices)

Clan: Thunderclan

Rank: elder

Characteristics: cheats on mates, charismatic, connection to the Dark Forest

Number of Victims: 41

Number of Murders: 0

Method of Harm: cheating on mate, dragging her kits into her mess

Known Victims: Pearfeather, Tobasco, Fork, Zelda, Lazlo, Shadowkite Chiquito, Burrowfur, Lilacpatch, Burnetspot, Shinefur, Echoheart, Scorchhaze, Pearpaw, Nettlefoot, Shatterram, Daffodilstripe, Nutpad, Fawnfleck, Fluffyheather, Birdfluff, Sootseeker, Flipjump, Jaypaw, Bluekit, Brightlily, Torndrop, Boulderbloom, Sleekspike, Olivedapple, Mallowspots, Ratspeckle, Frigidshock, Stoneslash, Volcanonoise, Burdockpaw, Goosefluff, Ripplefrost, Cresspaw, Smokehare, Minnowspore

Victim Profile: mates, kits (indirectly)

Cause of Death: heart attack

Cautionary Tale: heartbreak has consequences

Story:

When she was a kit, she dreamed of having a loving mate. Pearfeather wasn’t that though. Always ‘too busy’ to spend time with her.

So who could blame her for seeking attention from others?

Tabasco was fun for a while.

When Pearfeather died, she turned to her new mate, Zelda, for a time, but he was so boring! Always so nervous around everyone.

So she may have messed around a bit.

And Zelda may have hated her by the end of their relationship, but it was fine, because she had a new mate!

But then Chiquito got mad because she had an affair, so she may have gotten a new mate, but then he died, so back to Zelda it was.

She ended up having a whopping 31 kits, and even loved some of them.

Sure Sootseeker murdered two of his siblings, but most of them turned out ok! So what was the big deal?

It wasn’t like a lifetime of breaking hearts could have consequences…

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor

--Ambitious: "I have discovered the ‘have affair’ button on Lifegen"

--Her kits are listed as victims bc their mom constantly having blatant affairs really messed them up.

--For a split second I thought that this was extreme of StarClan to condemn her for this but then I remembered all of Squirrelflight's Hope.

#“sure Sootseeker murdered” HUH?#“she even loved some of them” bro #submission #dark forest submission #dark forest profile #wc dark forest #warriors #warrior cats #dark forest oc #dark forest warrior #dark forest elder #place of no stars #place of no stars oc #hollylion #lifegen

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residences-of-the-darkforest · 5 days

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Dark Forest Resident: Bluecreek

Aliases / Nicknames: ??

Gender: male (demi)

Sexuality: demi-homosexual, demiromantic

Family: Sparrowsmoke (mother), unnamed ThunderClan father

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Frogpaw (apprentice)

Clan: RiverClan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: poor impulse control, cold, grumpy, loves his mom

Murder Motive: vengenace

Number of Victims:

Number of Murders:

Murder Method: leading into traps, feeding to foxes, suffocating, bashing skull, slitting throat

Known Victims: Frogpaw, Brownstar, Mudfoot, Lowstone, Tigerfin

Victim Profile: cats who causes his mother's exile, cats who spoke badly to his mother

Cause of Death: throat slit (executed)

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

Bluecreek's earliest memory was his mother's warm embrace, her purrs, and her voice as she told him how much she loved him.

His second earliest memory was when he had to watch, helpless, as his mother was exiled.

No one would listen to him. He protested, tried to cling on to her legs and wailed for her not to leave, for anyone to stop her and make her stay. But despite of his devastation, the Clan would not heed.

No one stood up for her. They merely stood by in silence, letting it happen without so much as twitching their whiskers. Anyone who did speak called Sparrowsmoke a traitor, a disloyal fleabag, and other such words that Bluekit's little mind was utterly distraught to hear.

She had had her son with an enemy warrior, and for that crime of love, she was to be ripped away from him, and Bluekit was to be raised in a Clan that saw his very existence as an insult to StarClan.

Not that most warriors said those thoughts out loud. That was mostly the words of the elders and senior warriors when they didn't think Bluekit was near enough to hear, but that didn't matter.

It wouldn't have mattered if they all treated him like StarClan's prophet.

They tore his mother away from him.

They were all complicit in her exile.

Bluecreek hated them all.

But he kept these thoughts to himself, shimmering anger that he kept under control as he played the role of the perfect little Clanmate.

Then word spread that Sparrowsmoke had died, crushed beneath the massive paws of a monster while wandering Twolegplace.

Anger burst into full out rage.

They took his mother away from him, ripping her from his side while he was still barely weaned. Then she died away from him, away from her home, in a horrible accident that she never would have been in if it weren't for all of them--then they had the audacity to act sad! As if it weren't their fault in the first place!

Bluecreek couldn't take it any longer. He couldn't stand to be Brownstar's perfect, obedient subordinate any longer.

He would hurt him.

He would kill him.

He wasn't sure how to do it at first. He didn't know how many lives Brownstar had left, but surely it would be more than one. Doing the deed was hard enough without getting caught on its own, but when his victim could come back from the dead to tell all what he's done?

He didn't have to think for long. The answer came to him in the form of two trespassing foxes. Bluecreek simply had to race back to camp for Brownstar when the camp was mostly empty--the presence of the canines caused an increase in patrol sizes. Bluecreek feigned panic as he explained that his apprentice, Frogpaw, was trapped and needed help.

Brownstar, as the fittest in camp, was the only one available to run after him.

There was a trap. Bluecreek didn't lie about that part.

Bluecreek only had to step subtly over it, and Brownstar, behind him, raced after-- and screeched in pain as the Foxtrap ensnared his leg in an agonizing grip. Bluecreek was going to finish him off himself, but Brownstar's cries of pain drew the attention of the foxes. Bluecreek simply had to hide in a nearby tree and watch as they ripped that mother-killer alive. No risking second lives, after all!

No one thought that Bluecreek was involved. It was just those horrible foxes that killed their dear leader and the poor apprentice that was so close to earning his warrior name.

Frogpaw hadn't been alive when Sparrowsmoke was exiled, but Bluecreek had no qualms killing him. He was a spoiled brat, and being Bluecreek's apprentice and having to follow his every step, he was also a liability.

Bluecreek had killed the leader. The hard part was over, but he was far from finished.

Next came Mudfoot, the elder who spat at Sparrowsmoke and called her a faithless fox-heart before he went on to call Bluepaw "the very embodiment of StarClan's disgrace." Bluepaw had silently promised then that the old bat would choke on his words, and he did, in a way, with the help of thorns tucked into his food. They stuck into the inside of his throat on one end and held onto the mass of half-eaten fish with the other, blocking his airway--not that anyone noticed. Mudfoot had simply scoffed down a morsel too big, that was all there was too it. There was simply no need to study his insides to confirm a story that everyone already believed to be true.

Then came Lowstone, the easiest. She was the oldest in the Clan, with frail bones and shaky steps. She left the camp for fresh air, but thanks to stones slippery from a recent rainfall, she 'lost her footing' and cracked open her head. At least, that's the conclusion everyone came to.

Funny. She left the camp and never made it back, almost like the same cat that Lowstone had called a frog-lover.

There was another elder that would have died by Bluecreek's claws as well, but he succumbed to last season's bout of greencough. At least Bluecreek could take solace in knowing that he suffered, if the endless coughing fits were any indication.

Bluecreek's final victim was Tigerfin, the one who caught Sparrowsmoke meeting with a ShadowClan tom. It was his fault all of this happened at all!

Bluecreek suggested they patrol together. Tigerfin was obviously put off, but he had no good reason to refuse. Alone and far away from help, Bluecreek confronted him. When Tigerfin snapped and called his mother a selfish betrayer, Bluecreek lost all self-control and tackled him. They moved together in a whirlwind of teeth and claws until finally the sound of tearing skin cut through their yowls.

Bluecreek broke away and watched, chin raised and eyes narrowed to slits, as Tigerfin wriggled on the ground, desperately trying in vain to stop the blood from pouring out of his throat.

Tigerfin begged Bluecreek to help him, pointing out that Bluecreek wouldn't want to be responsible for the death of a Clanmate. Bluecreek had laughed back at him and stated that he already was.

Bluecreek stood triumphantly over his body. He would have yowled out his victory if he wasn't shoved to the ground by Reedheart, Frogpaw's littermate.

The younger tom had disliked Bluecreek even before his brother's death, thanks to Bluecreek's inability to protect the apprentice that had been put under his care. But now that Bluecreek had all but confessed outright that he had killed Frogpaw deliberately, Reedheart now glared at him with a burning hatred.

Reedheart shouted at his face, calling him a traitor and a murderer.

Bluecreek had sneered in response, and sarcastically asked him what he would do. Kill him and become the same?

Reedheart responded that he wasn't like Bluecreek. Instead, he dragged him back to the camp. Already bloodied and exhausted, Bluecreek wasn't able to put up a strong enough fight.

In the centre of the camp with a hissing crowd around him, Bluecreek refused to show any signs that he was sorry. He looked them all in the eye and told them that if he could kill every last one of them, he would, and to not think for a second that any of them were safe just because he was exiled--just like they exiled his mother!

Needlestar responded that he didn't have to worry about meeting the same fate as Sparrowsmoke.

Additional Information:

--It's possible that Tigerfin wanted to be with Sparrowsmoke, and was furious when she had kits with someone else (someone dead, otherwise they would have spoken up during her exile), and lied about her having a mate from ShadowClan.

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musubiki · 1 month

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danmarch 🐉💎

#honkai star rail #dan heng #march 7th #danmarch #fanart #hsr #what else do i tag. i have no idea #anyway. im breaking my VERY LONG oc art streak to post my one(1) contribution to star rail #i care them very much #ive been playing this game so religiously and they have not left my team #tragic past(emo) vs tragic past(girly pop)#theres NO WAY with marchs very teenage girl mind that she does not have a crush on the hot cool mysterious yet caring dragon guy #who stays in the room right next to her #and the fact that he teases her so much........#the whole ass belabog quest he throws in little harmless march roasts every so often #he fucking CARE her #i bets shes like a filipino mom with that camera. every oppertunity (picture!!!!)#and dan heng gets dragged into it #he is honing his photography skills against his will #any nice place? shes like (lemme pose can you get a photo of me?)#dan heng just sighs #they bond over silently judging stelle rummaging through the garbage #cast each other that best friend glance as half her body is sticking out of a trash bin #i like to think you see them hanging out on the train together #with dan heng reading some obscure 8th century book on civilization pattern and development #and march is humming and putting stickers and aesthetic shit in her scrapbook #taping a piece of antimatter legion loot in the middle of a page #and with bubbly handwriting (we beat some bad guys today!!! <333 so fun!!)

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shapelytimber · 5 months

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Back with y2k star wars babyyyy

[COMMISSIONS]

Ok I could not resist drawing them again- so I suffered and drew the second pair of demonia in my life for y2k maul. What would I not do for her

Btw here is a link to the first illu that started this

Process below vvv

This is the direct to vhs sequel to the og drawing gllhkgkjkgkgkk

PS : one day I'll do a reference sheet for my specific maul tattoo designs- It will make my life so much more easier

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bugcouncil · 1 year

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commission for @literally-mei of the coolest Padawan on Coruscant, Anji!

#i want to go on record saying if anyone wants to say 'datho ladies don't have horns' that i WILL be eating you alive thank you #my blog is not the place for you to be weird about gender dimorphism #star wars #zabrak #dathomirian #padawan oc #sw #star wars oc #bugs art

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skullinacowboyhat · 27 days

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meetings in the library.

#guys you have to stop kissing in public places #swtor #oc: mai #oc: natila #otp: we scraped our bones together #my art #skullie's sketches #mirialan #theelin #lesbian #star wars #sw oc

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cchipollo · 4 months

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more of. this

#scribbles #star trek oc #SILLY CHIPPY OCS #was supposed to post this yesterday but the internet at my place suckkss #but its here now!

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clonehub · 1 month

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scars and tattoos (the tattoos came first)

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w1lmuttart · 2 days

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Found an old design I made of star boy back when everyone were rewriting the movie Wish lol

Went with both their true form, as well as a human form to blend in on earth. Anyway I like this guy so theyre mine now :)👍

#thought it’d be fun to use blues for the star colors rather than yellow #both to enhance the cosmic feel but to also create a contrast w the human appearance which is much warmer #blue stars are hotter than yellow stars right? so it feels fitting #I feel like this ver of star could very easily develop a wish on their own to be a fully actualized person on earth #rather than being a cosmic entity who can only passively interact w the wish makers #if we go w the idea that each person has an assigned wishing star then this could maybe be Aisha’s star #and she’s never made a wish til now and star boy has been growing restless #I thought it’d be cool if one of the villains was a star coming to earth as well. and the wish granting is to maintain their place on earth #then we could have parallels between our heroes and villains. the human wishing to keep their star w them #idk man. I’m trying to work w you movie #anyway rewrite lore is done for now lol #wish movie #……….although I’m stealing this design from it so uhhh #w1lmutt’s ocs

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lucydoodlessometimes · 1 month

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Lady of moonlight and dreams

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thistlefur · 1 month

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#warrior cat ocs #warrior cats #summerstorm #summerstar #warrior #senior warrior #deputy #leader #leveeclan #valleyclan #exiled #rogue #main #fav #cuz he fucking sucks so much #bound by devotion #summerstorm’s group #deceased cats #place of no stars

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 4 months

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Dark Forest Resident: Furzerose

Aliases / Nicknames: ??

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: bisexual, demiromantic

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Sweetkit (son)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, Frostpaw (apprentice)

Clan: ShadowClan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: tends to show dramatic facial expressions

Murder Motive: vengeance

Number of Victims: 2

Number of Murders: 1

Murder Method: leading into dangerous situations, dog

Known Victims: Frostpaw, Shrewfly

Victim Profile: the daughter of who she wanted to hurt, the warrior that took her kit from her

Cause of Death: blunt force trauma, head injury

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

While the prospect of becoming a mother came as quite the surprise, Furzerose came to love the kits that she would have. She spent days just thinking about them. What would they look like? How many would she have? Should she name them now or wait until she saw them?

For just a moon, they were her entire life. Feeling them in her belly became so normal. Much as she disliked the discomfort, she loved any reminder that her kits were right there! They would be coming so, so soon. She would be a mother!

She should have been a mother.

ThunderClan had invaded the camp. Most of the ShadowClan warriors were away on patrol. Furzerose had to help her Clanmates--she tried to be as careful as she could, but then a ThunderClan tom grabbed her, slammed her to the ground--

Her son was born dead. Her precious little one, her Sweetkit...There was no better name for him. He was her sweetheart, her baby, her little one...and he was stolen from her before they could ever even meet.

Furzerose was numb. She remained in the nursery for a couple moons longer while she processed her grief, before slowly being coaxed into the warriors' den.

Then one day, while picking a lizard from the fresh-kill pile, her jaw dropped and the reptile tumbled to the ground.

That warrior!

That warrior was being escorted in by a patrol. The warrior introduced himself as Shrewfly and pleaded to join the Clan, as one of the ShadowClan she-cats--one of Furzerose's supposed allies, mind you--was pregnant with his kits.

He was going to be a father.

Furzerose was going to have to see him every day, happy and carefree while he got to see his kit everday, while Furzerose's last memory of her son was a corpse.

She made her distaste known, making comments against Shrewfly's origins whenever she could, and refusing to help at all with his and that traitor's kit, Frostkit.

Truthfully, she didn't care all too much which Clan he came from. But he was the one that killed her Sweetkit. She wanted to make his life as uncomfortable and hard as she possibly could.

Then Frostpaw was apprenticed to her.

Furzerose could see later how it was clearly due to her strongly held opinions. Dawnstar likely wanted her to bond with Frostpaw so that maybe she would become softer towards her parents.

At the time, though, Furzerose saw it as a blessing from StarClan.

Her kit was stolen from that fox-heart, and now here she was, in complete control and power over his own kit.

She let her live for two moons. If she killed her right away, it would be suspicious. It was hard to contain herself. Every time she saw that vile little fox-kit, she was reminded of her son. When Frostpaw's tail flicked, Furzerose thought of Sweetkit's undeveloped nub. When Frostpaw bounced on her paws, Furzerose thought of how Sweetkit's were surrounded by worms. Away, in the dirt. Away from her.

But keeping her alive for two more moons meant two more moons of Shrewfly loving his daughter, spending time with her, growing his love of her...making it harder to get over her.

Frostpaw was nervous, but had complete confidence in her when Furzerose ordered her to fight the dog when it came charging towards them.

Frostpaw tried at first, then quickly turned-tail and climbed up the same tree that Furzerose was taking shelter in. Furzerose wasn't going to let her get away that easily!

She grabbed the apprentice and threw her down to that dog. But she lost her grip and Frostpaw pulled at her--they both tumbled to the ground.

Furzerose would land on her head. Everything would go black the moment she smacked against the uneven ground.

But the few seconds before, as she fell from the branch, she could hear the terrified and painful screeching of Frostpaw as the dog's jaws grabbed her from the air, and she fell smiling.

Additional Information:

--This takes place just before Cloudstar's Journey. The kits he had that he left with the Clans at the end would be older apprentices by the beginning of this story.

--Shrewfly didn't notice that she was pregnant because of the rush of battle. If he had, he never would have touched her.

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residences-of-the-darkforest · 3 months

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Dark Forest Resident: Shortberry

Aliases / Nicknames: Idiot, Coward, Sick-spreader

Gender: tom

Sexuality: bisexual (realized in afterlife)

Family: Sandyfreckle (mother), Fallowmark (father), Warmcreek (sister), Burntthroat (brother)

Other Relations: Gorseflower (mentor)

Clan: ThunderClan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: incredibly shy, hates bothering others, would rather suffer than risk embarrassment, doubts himself a lot, has severe anxiety

Murder Motive: N/A

Number of Victims: 4+ (unintentional)

Number of Murders: 4 (unintentional)

Murder Method: neglecting own sickness and spreading it to others

Known Victims: Cloudkit, Lakefeather, Stormpeak, his Clanmates

Victim Profile: elders, kits, warriors

Cause of Death: greencough

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

He was horrible at expressing his needs or wants, or anything that might bother someone else.

He wanted to confess his feelings to his long-time crush, but he was sure that she would say no and feel awkward and uncomfortable. Eventually she found a mate in someone else, and together they had kits.

It was the future Shortberry could have had....but it was fine. She was happier with the other tom than she would have been with him, surely.

He had wanted to become a medicine cat as a kit, but his parents were clearly hoping he would be a warrior, and he didn't want to let them down...

It is ironic, then, that he and his victims fell to sickness.

It was only a sniffle, he had told himself. The medicine cat had expressed displeasure at cats who visited for minor reasons, especially with it being leaf-bare and herbs being short on stock...

It was nothing.

He was just being dramatic, he always was.

So he continued to sleep in the warriors' den. He continued to go on patrol and catch food that the others would eat, and to share tongues with his Clanmates who, day-by-day, started to notice how tired he looked.

By the time they realized he was sick, it was too late. It had already spread. Many had gotten sick, and the medicine den was becoming increasingly full. There were so little herbs to help them all...

Lakefeather, the oldest elder, fell first.

Then came Cloudkit, merely two moons old.

Stormpeak came last, the only warrior that succumbed to the illness, other than Shortberry.

When he died, Shortberry was one of the few 'lucky' ones to be put on trial. However, he saw no reason to be accepted into a paradise like StarClan. He was an idiot, too cowardly to share his concerns with an irritable medicine cat, and because of that--because of him--three of his Clanmates died, one of them a kit.

He told the cats who faced him that he did not deserve a place among the Stars, and accepted his place in the Dark Forest.

Additional Information:

--One of the song residences! I can't remember the order exactly...I think this was 229 by @wills-woodland-warriors

The song is Sorry To Bother You by Unlike Pluto! Lyrics here

--His nicknames are to himself.

--Base: F2U | Free to use cat lineart // adopt base | PSD by MrsToxicc on DeviantArt

#cloudkit #lakefeather #stormpeak #shortberry #dark forest oc #dark forest resident #dark forest warrior #wc oc #warriors oc #warrior cats oc #place of no stars #place of no stars oc #dark forest profile #long post

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dustykneed · 4 months

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hewwo can i request some sweet mckirk smoochin? :') jim turning up that patented Kirk Charm and showering bones with affection, bones getting all flustered and absolutely melting 🥰 your style is so lovely!

hewwwo !!!!! thank you so much for the request and the kind words<33 sorry for making ya wait (i made a bunch of things tho >:33 hope ya like em! (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

(i swear ONE DAY ill finally have the kiss-drawing epiphany and draw lips actually touching. today is not that day but im getting closer !!!!! fingers crossed)

NOW FOR COMIC<33

(since i now have a squeaky clean inbox yall feel free to send in some reqs (hc word dump reqs also open tbh might be fun!) see ya on the other side of the inbox<33)

edit: FORGOT TO ADD MY FUNNIEST TAG IDEA YESTERDAY IT GOES HERE NOW IDGAF

#@the painting: it CAN be platonic mckirk if youre brave enough. itd be in character 100% just LOOK at the tos bloopers. tell me they wouldnt i dare you

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gallusrostromegalus · 1 year

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I need more of this force sensitive teenager 😭

(With reference tho this post)

Attachment is Forbidden. To hold on too long, against the current of reality, is to bind and strangle, to cause suffering and grief.

Attachment is Essential. To become disconnected from the world around you is to fall to cruelty and madness, to cause suffering and grief.

The Force is very complicated and only vaguely comprehensible to three pounds of electrified jello piloting a meat suit and specialized to sort different kinds of berries. It is a knife's edge to walk and the blade cuts and cuts at those with the force until they learn to wield it. When you seize the edge of attachment and the blade is in your hand, the decision is yours to decide what to preserve, and what to cut away from yourself. Can you really be the Judge of which relationships, which laws, which lives are worthy to keep and which to discard?

The Jedi and Sith agree on this one facet- Yes. Yes, you can, you should, and you Must, or what is the point? The dispute is whether to trust in your own judgment, or to attempt to divine and follow the will of The Force.

There is, of course, another option.

There is always another option with the force. The question is always, is that option worth the cost?

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The morality of choice is not on her mind when she discovers the other option. What's on her mind is grief, the final hell of the descent of fear into anger into suffering. But the fear wasn't hers, the anger wasn't hers, even the suffering wasn't entirely hers- Her parents and siblings alike bear the emotional and physical scars of her inability to control this- but the grief, the grief is overwhelming and far too personal to be anyone else's.

It's not like anyone else can mourn the life she should have had, dead on the cold ground in front of her like a carrion corpse. She can see it so clearly in the Force, it's her as she should have been, loved and respected and loved and encouraged and loved and free to grow into the shape she should and loved and loved and LOVED- but there her theoretical future self is, dead on the ground, strangled.

And despite breaking, her heart insists on beating.

If this is the final step of the descent into darkness, and she is not dead, what's the next one to take?

Well, immediately, big ones, very fast, and very far away from here.

She runs away, away from the institutions, away from the medication that never helped, away from the frightened eyes, away from the exasperated sighs and hands that dragged and the 'its for your own good's, and into the night.

Barefoot, over the rough ground, over the sharp stones and uphill into the mountains, into the desert away from the lights of town, into the night. She's probably bleeding, her lungs burn and the windy night is cold. At the crest of the Hill she stops, wheezing and sobbing, only able to scream and cry.

The lights of the town (or at least, the few not effected by the power outage) are still close. It wouldn't take long to run back home, especially not downhill, to crawl home and scrape and beg forgiveness, it won't happen again-

...except that it would. It always did.

And now she'd crossed the line from "Shattered furniture" to "possibly leveling part of a building". And there was no going back. Police would get involved for real this time. No more institutions would take something capable of destroying a building. Can't stay home, where she'd hurt another member of her family. Can't go somewhere private if I'm a living wrecking ball. Can't be in public, twitching and chattering, frightening people. There is, of course, another option.

She looked down the other side of the hill, deeper into the only-sort-of-explored so-called wasteland of thorny succulents, bare rocks and unforgiving temperatures.

The question is, as always, is it worth the cost?

Well, heading back to civilization cost what was left of her dignity, and quite possibly the lives of her family. And she was fuck all out of pride, and not willing to gamble with their accounts.

Into the wild it was.

Of course- she considered, starting her descent down the other side- the desert wilderness is no place for a barefoot twelve year old, especially not alone and possibly being hunted by law enforcement. It's a place for the toughest of beasts, of nocturnal horrors and all things red of tooth and claw.

"Can't be myself anywhere, can I?" She asks, hysterical. She winces at another sharp rock. "Be nice to have proper paws or something-"

She stops.

There is, of course, another option.

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The Jedi and Sith agree on another point too.

You can use the force to shape reality. Any part you want! Change minds with a wave of your hand! Defy gravity with extremely direct eye contact! Generate lighting by thinking about it really hard!

But they both hold a secret taboo.

As much as the Jedi profess detachment and humility and selflessness, and as much as the Sith proclaim self-determination and experimentation and manifestation of vision, they hold the same secret rule-

When you grasp the Blade of Attachment, and are deciding how to sculpt the future, don't turn the blade upon yourself.

Like how there is a line in the sand between shattered furniture and demolishing a building, or one between parental rights and child welfare, there is a line between using the force to alter your body as a means of preservation of the self, and using it to transform the self.

The line is so secret, it's rarely discussed and even then only in metaphor. It's called The Rubicon, after a mythical river a foolish emperor once crossed.

There are of course, those who have Crossed The Rubicon- Darth Nihilus and Darth Sion come to mind, though there are some suspiciously long-lived and more-hands-having-than-circumstances-would suggest Jedi as well- there's always someone who will decide the forbidden option is worth the cost. In this case, the currency is flesh, and to an extent, the self.

...But if you are twelve years old and already changing and grew up told your self as it is is repulsive and dangerous, so you grew alienated from that self to the point of being a stranger to the person everyone seemed to know and that self was useless in your present circumstances anyway...

The Force shines. It shines bright and beautiful and even the crude matter of life is luminous in the dark, and it is so, so easy to see how a hand is just an elongated paw.

She runs.

She runs down the hill, cries of pain now intermingled with those of discovery and the joy of creation. She runs toward the desert, towards the beautiful night-blooming flowers, towards the blissful silence, towards the personal space measured in hundreds of square miles, toward freedom, towards a new future self, and away from the carrion corpse of her youth.

There is a river at the bottom of the hill, and as her eyes open to new possibilities and spectra, she sees how it's nearly entirely underground, and how the ox-bow at the bottom of the hill is only where it briefly breaches the surface and she runs toward it, gait shifting awkwardly under her but everything was always awkward, but now it's awkward with Purpose-

-She leaps across the river, and when she lands palm-first on the other side, the things on the ends of her arms are no longer hands.

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The Apprentice awakens with a terrified shriek. Her bones ache with sympathetic sensations of shape-change, winded and shaking. A dream, a dream, it was all just a terrible dream-

Her Master stumbles into the room to check on her, legs not feeling quite right, and one look between them belies the awful truth.

It was not just a dream.

They embrace, too tight and fingers digging into clothing, tears hot, faces hidden in each other's shoulders, trying to find comfort in shared horror and grief. Something happened earlier, when they heard something break, and now they were bound to this stranger's destiny.

Attachment and Detachment are the choices you make the shape reality.

Attachment and Detachment are forced upon you no matter what choices you make.

The Force is very complicated and only sort of comprehensible.

#Star Wars #Long Post #Hello I have an angst Baby OC #No I didn't name any of these characters #or decide when this is taking place #Those are irrelevant #I'm just putting the force as a concept in a jar and shaking it vigorously #Body Horror #Abuse mention #:)

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I can draw whatever I want, forever.

#star trek #star trek tng #tng #star trek the next generation #the next generation #lore soong #star trek lore #rowan #oc rowan #lorwan #human au #there was a time that I did not draw oc art…#that time has passed #I just think Lore deserves someone who makes him happy and less murderous #the only problem with OCs is that they have an entire life but the only place it exists is in your head #and so…you must find a way to communicate everything about them yourself #tragic

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