#oc: blacklung

[averagemorrowindenjoyer]

I AM THE FACE OF LOVE'S RAGE

the text in the background is barely visible:')

This is Blacklung, the only one in my ocs lore that is actually super important lol.

She was born with an illness that's kind of similar to tuberculosis but it's not contagious and you're born with it, and because of this, she was made a medicine cat. She's disrespected as a medicine cat and taunted by her clanmates. Nobody but her sisters really care about her illness.

She fell in love with another cat from a different clan and had four kits, Hawkkit, Oleanderkit, Dunekit, and Thornkit (I don't think that was his original name, but I renamed him). She asked someone else she trusted to raise them, but they didn't do a good job and showed obvious favorites. She regrets giving her kits away because of this.

Fast forward a couple of years because literally nothing interesting happens other than Thornkit's death(he was killed by badgers.). She finds out her sister killed a kit, and confronts her. Her sister denies it, so she kills her. She hides any evidence and says her sister drowned in the lake.

She dies not long after because of her illness, and watches over the clan for a while. While in StarClan, she witnesses her grandson try to take over the clan, her little sister (not the one she killed) train in the dark forest and almost betray the clan, her daughter die, her son become evil, her other daughter get abused, her granddaughter be a piece of shit, her other granddaughters trying to convince their sister to be a good cat, and her great-great-great-great granddaughter almost get assassinated. She is enraged by all of this, and decides to destroy ViperClan for all of the suffering it has put her kin through. This is when she transitions from StarClan to the dark forest.

She visits her great-great-great-great granddaughter in her dreams, and convinces her to help her destroy the clan.

In the process, she loses an eye, but I don't remember why because her lore is a bit old and I'm still rewriting a few parts.

[sillimancer]

I figured out that I hate steampunk because it feels too much like a gross theme park-ification of like, the rust belt

which it's not it's like very obviously victorian england and the american west but I almost feel like that drives my point home because the gross effect on the environment that the industrial revolution had on this area so often goes completely ignored

and (at least my particular sliver of the rust belt but probably all of us broadly) feel like we're living in the natural conclusion of steampunk which is shit like everyone having every disease and tap water you can light on fire

and idk maybe I'm sensitive but when your entire 6th grade science curriculum is the history of your local watershed and you learn all about how a huge portion of the rivers and lakes in your community are dangerous to drink/swim/fish/interact with in any capacity because of decades of environmental war crimes committed by you and your classmates' grandparents on orders of the rich out-of-towners (who would later fire all of them when those goddamned liberals came in and said "you can't pour acid and nuclear waste into the drinking water anymore" the commie bastards anyway enjoy the trauma of being in a patriarchal capitalist society that's led you to believe your whole entire worth as a person is dependent exclusively on your ability to generate capital for your family and then suddenly and unexpectedly losing the one method of capital generation accessible to you, hope you were union so you at least get severance pay) it just kinda makes that whole aesthetic

hit different

(really kills the appeal of seafood too)

[marianne-dash-wood]

LARP OCS YOU SAY

you are the best i love u

SO

i'm gonna put this under a readmore because a) it will be LONG and b) it will have photos which, while I have cropped/redacted for privacy reasons, still are of me/the backs of other people's heads. For the same privacy reasons I am not linking back to the photographers but some of their watermarks are still there, if cropped a bit.

So first up i wanna talk about my faviroute unethical scientist This is Duck! They live in a post-cordyceps world and have been passing themselves off as a doctor for the last twenty years in order to get shelter/accomadation at whatever survivors base they end up at. They have a best friend, Pigeon, but have lost track of him since their last job, uh. exploded. They have a bit of a skewed moral compass and definetely won't try and take your kidneys. you know. for science.

They are currently aligned with a group called the Ghost Moths (definetely not the fireflies, please don't sue us) and are working on a cure. there are a couple of immune people in the group and duck is currently planning an "organ donation" program in the event of anyone in the community's deaths, in order to further research the effects of cordyceps on the human body. Each of their patches represents people they've known that have died, and want to remember them. Their last job had a group known as the Nightengales (or alleged Nightengales) delibretely infecting people with forms of cordyceps to test strains of the virus. While Duck was soley on "retrieval duty" (aka, picking up new test subjects) and ultimately helped to destroy the place, they are still incredibly guilty, and terrified their new friends will find out. They are also really struggling, going into the next event, with the loss of a friend who they were not able to prevent from getting infected, and another friend who was literally torn to pieces by a supercharged clicker. (his name is boy george. he's a clicker that can see. it's the scariest shit ever) also they might be on the run from the secret elite group that still controls all the food supply in the country called the consortium for their cure research. (100% duck would have cut into ellie's brain, for SURE. they have a pact with another "we-have-no-ethics-and-have-odd-moral-lines" scientist that if one of the gets infected, the other will vivisect them)

I have written so much of this characters stupid in-character diary, it's ridiulous. I've started leaving it around the game's medbay, hoping someone will pick it up and read all of duck's juicy secrets (like their old job, the fact they have no medical training, and that they've been secretly working on the cure anyway despite being told not to for security reasons)

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Second, my hunger games champion, Ashe! From Province 12, they are the youngest of four brothers. Their eldest brother, Smoke, is dying of blacklung, Cinder is disabled after a mine "accident" and Hemlock is working himself to the bone. Five years before the games, their youngest brother, Cinesra, won a bet and moved to the province's merchant district, not speaking to his family since. What a wild coincidence that it is that they both got drawn to represent Province 12!

Ashe went into that arena with one goal - save their brother. With the support that a Champion gets, their brother will be rich enough to save their family from death or poverty. Due to the technology of the ruling classes, you don't get to die just once during your games - And Ashe died three times. The last time, they were woken up, their brother beside them, and told to try and persuade the scientists why the other should die and they should live. When Ashe woke again in the arena, they were convinced that they had been brough back and their brother was dead, with only an hour to go until the end of the games. They found each other, miraculously alive, and then found out: the rules had been changed. If two tributes from the same province were alive, then they would both win. They could both go home. The two of them waited until the last possible moment, as the forcefields were closing in, to rush into the cornocpia. Standing above their only kill of the game, the career, Ashe realised they had won. They both had won.

but that was only the start of the horror. Their victory tour was exhausting; at their interview, they had sung with their brother, and now they were forced to perform as the newest stars. Just when they thought the tour was over, that they could finally go back home... they woke up in a dark cell, with other champions of previous games, and supposedly, trapped in a lab experiment, with the resurrected tributes of former years to haunt them. The scientists were gone, and all their experiments were loose.

And there, in the middle of the second night of this new and terrible hell, the doors were opened and as their brother was going, they got up from their brief sleep and went with him, to make sure everything was okay.

and that's where Ashe Bastion took their final breath. bleeding out, they were dropped by a monster in the dark as the rest of the group ran for cover. they managed to crawl to their feet, and staggered towards where they had made their base.... but bled out of the stairs. their body was picked up and paraded to their brother through the glass wall of an observation booth, before being unceremoniously dumped. and that's how their story would have ended.

But.... perhaps.......... it is not the end............

(fun facts - their kit is obviously quite bare cus of the fact we were wearing the t-shirts provided by the game. to differentiate ashe, i used the space buns, and even slept in them! i also, in the second picture, had Ashe's in-character diary in my pocket, which contains songs of rebellion and the admission that they looked the other way when Cinder stole their explosives (they are the explosives expert in the mines) to try and revolt against the metropole. they have tremendous guilt as that attempt led to dozens of deaths of their fellow miners and the permenent disfiguration and disability of Cinder. They only ever got one kill in the entire arena, and even then never killed any monster while at the labs. they are haunted by the single death they brought about.)

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Next is Kestrel! They are a human fighter from a game set post-ragnarok, where humans, alfar (elves) and gods fled midgard when ragnarok occured, and settled instead in some of the other nine realms. Kestrel is from Vanahiem, a place that values nature, equality, and the cycle of the world above all else. All are equal, even gods, and everyone has a voice. They are fiery, passionate, and always ready to defend their fellow Vana. For this reason, they have been named the Champion of the Reaping (Autumn), to represent change, action and passion. They are also a member of the Hunters, who are focused on balance in nature, exterminating threats that might work against that balance, and follow the will of the ancestors. Kestrel is working a little on learning how to bend to that authority, which they have always struggled with, having been a mercenary for many years. They are an impulsive fighter, but they are now also second in command of Vanahiem's forces, learning the trade alongside their fellow Hunter and master of war, Halvdan, who they now count as close as a brother.

Critically, before they joined their fellows on the newly opened Midgard, they only cared about one person - Jackdaw, a Hearthkeeper (storyteller held in high regard), with whom they've travelled. the Birds, as others call them, are also Fatesworn - their souls tied together, for good or ill. If one feels pain, the other does too. (Luna can u tell double life came out just before i played this characteR CAN YOU TELL). When on midgard, mortals are blessed with an extension of life. They can die twice, before it is permenent again. Unfortunetely, Kestrel was very stupid, and a jaunt to the woods to gether resources left them down a life. (CAN YOU SEE WHY I WAS THINKING ABOUT DOUBLE LIFE CAN YOU sEE)

However, Jackdaw has been wandering midgard (i.e. their player has not been able to attend events) and they haven't seen each other since before Kestrel's first death. Kestrel has no doubt he would have felt it, but they have no idea what this has done to their bond.

Kestrel's past is also rearing its head - before they found jackdaw, they may have..... been a minor terrorist troublemaker with a cult that worshipped Hel and promised ruin. Having now seen the truth about Hel (she's nice we promise), in seach for more knowledge, kestrel has reached out to the leader of the cult that they very dramatically left for information. oh, and it's also their ex.

I am SO looking forward to playing kestrel again. they have so much going on - they have been given responsibility as a Champion of the Seasons (meant to advise the council) and as a future war leader (meant to plan the battles and strategies against our enemies). They are also, critically, dealing with the fact that a) they died, and they have no idea if jackdaw is okay and b) they are actually caring about other people that are not jackdaw, which has not been the case since they met.

also they beat up a ghost once and it was AWESOME

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A quick shout out to Aleyn, a character who is now retired, but was a bit of a rebel - worhsipping outlawed gods, straddling the line between two nations at all times and their individual and sometimes contridicting laws. After the loss of yet another member of their family (at this point, this was the fifth person they had lost in a year), they have left the Warhost of the allied nations, to try and hunt down and kill an enemy of their clan. I'm just showing off this fit because it fucking slapped and that embroidery on the front took forever

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And finally.... MY NEWEST CHARACTER

I don't have any good photos of them yet, but they live in a swamp with their family and are very excited to see the world outside of the forests of their homeland. Their name is Cragan, they like fighting and i think these photos sum them up pretty well

before and after the monster called strength lmao.

They're technically a healer too, but mostly just so they can slap a bandage on their family and get them out of the way of monsters, not fully getting them up lol.

[una-artwork]

Yeehaw. I made a drawing of Ann, OC of @micah-bell-in-jail it is an illustration of Micah's fanfiction.

Here is an excerpt of the scene hehe:

Alarmed, she immediately spun around and looked into the face of a man Arthur had talked about yesterday evening and whom she had seen on a wanted poster in Blackwater: Micah Bell, the probably most striking member of this gang.

Well, since Ann knew herself best and therefore also knew that it really didn’t take much to provoke her and drive her up the walls she preferred to turn away and continue without a word for now. That – so she thought at least – would be sign enough for him to just go on and leave her alone. But apparently this guy didn’t care at her gesture at all; instead of just passing by he was still standing there, eying her in an awkward way.

Tolerating this creep playing his game for a short while, it finally became too much for her. “So you’re just standing there staring, or what’s it you want?”

“You’re Morgan’s little slut, ain’t you?” Bell finally brought up, waiting for her reaction then.

Ann tried so hard but couldn’t stop herself from looking daggers at him in the end. What a goddamn disrespectful and condescending son of a bitch! Now she exactly understood why Arthur didn’t think highly of that guy. Men like Bell were scum, to say at least.

So she never let him out of her sight for a second, especially not when he eventually began to move and – passing her – stopped not far from her next to her pile of wet clothes. “See, you’ve got that nasty scar on your face our boy Lenny told us ‘bout when he saw you hangin’ out with Morgan.” While Bell was talking his shit he picked up one of her drawers and had a look at them. Whistling, he then commented: “Nice. Slimly built, huh?”

Gritting her teeth, Ann turned away in silence and wrung out the shirt at her hands. If that moron continued only a little bit, huge harm would be done to him. Then again it probably wouldn’t have benefited her, if she celebrated her possible debut with a murder. That, plus she had left all her weapons at Arthur’s tent.

“Ain’t you talkin’ to me, girl?” he continued to press her, now squatting right beside her. “Because I’m not him?” Grinning disgustingly, he let the still damp drawers fall into the sand to make sure they got dirty again.

Pure intention and Ann wasn’t willing to put up with his shit any longer. Thus in response she glowered at him, raising her voice soft but firm. “You know, I used to know a lot of men like you.”

“Really?” Bell sounded amused.

Putting on a smile, the bounty huntress nodded. “Yeah. You wanna know what I did to them?”

“Tell me,” he spoke under his breath, still with that grin on his lips.

“I cut off their fucking balls,” she whispered back. “And you’re next if you don’t fuck off and leave me alone already. I am none of your servants here, so watch out what you say to me, got it?”

Bell’s facial expression only changed for a split second before that disgusting grin took over again. Standing up, he eventually admitted: “Wow. You really are on fire, I’ll give you that.”

Now in the belief that he had finally understood, she found the time to wring out Arthur’s shirt at last. Micah was apparently leaving – she could tell from the footsteps that were moving away and didn’t expect anything bad when he suddenly grabbed her by her braid. Roughly tearing her head back, he brought his face close to hers, sneering.

“Now let me tell you somethin’, little one. I know whoyou are and what you are. A fucking bounty hunter that stabbed Morgan. In fact that makes you our enemy, although I must admit I’m a little bit sad that you failed in killin’ him.” Jerking her hair, he nearly brought tears to her eyes. “If you wanna stay here with your precious cowpoke, I suggest that you better back off a bit. See, daddy Dutch no longer ain’t listenin’ to what little Arthur says. Understood?”

Ann reached for his wrist, squeezing it as hard as she could, but his grip on her was viselike. “Fuck you,” she then just growled.

“Watch out, little slut!” Another jerk before Bell finally let go of her braid, tossing her to the ground. “I’m warnin’ you,” he advised and mercifully moved away from her towards the campfire.

Bewildered, Ann gazed after him. The hell was that?! And why on earth did he know so well about her when Arthur said that he hadn’t told anyone anything? One had to treat Bell with caution – that much was certain. It took her a while to calm down enough to pick up her now dirty drawers to wash them again.

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without shading because I think it looks better:

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blacklung cuz I love her

fuckin. cat

[averagemorrowindenjoyer]

decided to redesign (kinda) my most important warrior cat oc. she's some kind of Maine coon mix and she's huge. she has a made up disease that I made for her story and it's basically just cat tuberculosis