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[superkixparty]

36th Installment Of #WrestleTeeWednesday … Forgot To Post Yesterday Cause I Was Clowning Around … #WrestleTeeWednesday #WTW #Kix #SuperKixParty #OnlyCrewRecords #OCR #TooSweetMeBruh #KixPoppaPump #KixBadBootyDaddy #HollaIfYaHearMe #IWasThere #WWE #WWF #TheOddities #ICP #HipHop #Rap #Kentucky #Dub1Club #Win3rgy (at Kentucky) https://www.instagram.com/superkixparty/p/CXQ2bOJLHR5/?utm_medium=tumblr

[allthingsankara]

Dance: Dancing into a new week like... @the_odditty’s Iconic West African Music Edition Tik Tok Video Challenge. Post by @nikkibilliejean. More on allthingsankara.com (#taplinkinbio) • Songs 1. Do Like That” by @koredebello 2. “Johnny” by @yemialade 3. “On The Low” @burnaboygram 4. “Kukere” @iyanya 5. “Azonto” @fuseodg 6. “1er Gaou” by @magicsystemofficiel • #allthingsankara #theoddity #tiktok https://www.instagram.com/p/CEzh9GqD9jy/?igshid=1gl2ve5wf5hv3

[nickmaniwa]

Since all of my Christmas orders have been filled, I can finally start posting some of the figures I’ve completed in the last couple months. The Christmas orders will be posted after they’ve been given. WWE Jakks Pacific Ruthless Aggression / Classic Superstars style Tripp Cassidy from his rookie year in professional wrestling. It is a Sabu body w/ different boots. The head is a mashup of a Chris Jericho & Ultimate Warrior that has been casted & painted. #customfigures #customwrestlingfigure #customwrestlingfigures #jakksfigures #jakks #jakkscustom #wwejakks #wwecustom #customwwe #customizing #customwwefigure #maniwafigs #indiewrestling #actionfigure #PapaManiwaApproved #PapaManiwaFigs #iwams #iwamidsouth #thecarnies #horrorshow #blueeyeddevil #theoddity #thecircusneversleeps #trippcassidy #sinnersnvrsleep

[alexminhtran4]

Minecraft Fnaf Is Music Man a Funtime (Minecraft Roleplay) Remember to Subscribe And Hit All Noti... #blogema #baby #ballora #bonbon #childfriendly #circusbaby #fivenightsatfreddys #fivenightsatfreddyssisterlocation #fnaf #fnaf4 #fnaf5 #fnafar #fnafhelpwanted #fnafminecraft #fnafsisterlocation #fnafspecialdelivery #fnafvr #forkids #foxy #freddy #funtime #funtimefoxy #funtimefreddy #minecraft #minecraftfivenightsatfreddys #minecraftfnaf #minecraftroleplay #musicman #roleplay #roleplay #rp #sisterlocation #theoddities #theodditiesroleplay

[alexminhtran2]

Minecraft Fnaf Music Man The Voodoo Doll (Minecraft Roleplay) Remember to Subscribe And Hit All Noti... #cyrrion #baby #ballora #bonbon #childfriendly #circusbaby #fivenightsatfreddys #fivenightsatfreddyssisterlocation #fnaf #fnaf4 #fnaf5 #fnafar #fnafdoll #fnafminecraft #fnafsisterlocation #fnafspecialdelivery #fnaftoys #fnafvr #forkids #foxy #freddy #funtimefoxy #funtimefreddy #minecraft #minecraftfivenightsatfreddysroleplay #minecraftfnaf #minecraftroleplay #roleplay #roleplay #rp #sisterlocation #theoddities #theodditiesroleplay #voodoodoll https://cyrrion.com/minecraft-fnaf-music-man-the-voodoo-doll-minecraft-roleplay/?feed_id=3267&_unique_id=5f24b26557afe

[theoddities-story-and-ask]

So first character design I do and it’s not even for one of the main characters *wince*. Well, technically, this one was a random sketch during ACT Prep, and then I remembered I had a project to do, and then it became Lilly/Lucy. I don’t think I ever described her so I hope it doesn’t contradict anything asides from maybe style in clothes??? Idk man.

[nickmaniwa]

WWE JAKKS Pacific Bone Crunching Action Tripp Cassidy. Made this to help raise money for Tripp’s medical bills. The auction will end on Tuesday night to the highest bidder. To enter a bid, leave a comment with your dollar amount on this post on the @maniwafigs instagram. Every dime earned will go right to Tripp. The attire is a mix of eras with the old 6 shirt (a custom version of it due to the black shirt) & new clown paint. Figure is a Stone Cold Steve Austin Body with an Edge head repainted. Thought about doing Tripp Cassidy charms or keychains with a painted head. If anyone is interested in those, let me know! #customfigures #customwrestlingfigure #customwrestlingfigures #jakkscustom #jakks #wwejakks #jakkswwe #wwecustom #customwwe #customizing #wrestlingcustom #maniwafigs #customwwefigure #indiewrestling #actionfigure #newsouth #iwams #trippcassidy #iwamidsouth #deathmatchwrestling #theoddity #theblueeyeddevil #yourimaginaryfriend #thecarnies #schoolofroc #bonecrushingaction #jakksbca #AWE #atlantawrestlingentertainment #thecircusneversleeps #beyondwrestling #sceniccityinvitational

[theoddities-story-and-ask]

Okay so not exactly the kickass concept art I promised but I had to drop art class for Principles of Economics… so… this became a free-time project. First part is done, which is most of our powers in action! (I still think I need to figure out Ash's more—has Joseph ever actually used shadows like that? Idk anymore man—and I couldn't figure out how exactly I should *illustrate* telekinesis for Julie, so those are issues but I'm really proud of Kris's lightning and Talia's ice! BE PROUD OF ME ALL THOSE SNOWFLAKES TOOK ME TWO HOURS!)

[theoddities-story-and-ask]

“That was when I realized that I couldn’t do anything. It was too late, too far gone. I couldn’t stop… …things falling apart.”

[theoddities-story-and-ask]

"No..."

[theoddities-story-and-ask]

Chapter 2 ~ Emerson

Juliet flashed me a small smile before turning down the hall. Emma Black, let me explain to you, was terrible with a capital T. She was what I had learned long ago to call Queen Bees- girls (and, occasionally, boys) who thought they were practically God’s gift to the world. They thought all who they looked at would grovel at their feet with the slightest hint of a wink. They thought they were made only to be worshipped. They thought everyone who denied their reign was an outcast, a freak. I flinched at my own poor word choice. I was a freak. I knew that already. I didn’t need any Queen Bee to call me that to know it was true. To know there was something very wrong with me. I shut the locker door quickly, resulting in a loud bang. I hated Queen Bees. Why do they have to think they’re so perfect? Who do they think they are? Why belittle and mock and tease and trash and ruin anyone and everyone they touch when they could just suck it up and think like a human being, just find their friends and leave everyone else alone? Why couldn’t they just act like the humans they are and leave alone the people who— My breath caught. The people who aren’t human. Though, of course… that was only me. Damn it, Emerson, why do you have to be so damn stupid; why do you have to always turn it back to that stupid curse; why do you always have to relate it to your— Something boiled inside me, but I fought to keep it down. I couldn’t afford an outburst, not here. If I lost control, that would mean going off the grid, forging a new life, pretending to be someone else again. And, even if this town was filled with Queen Bees and no friends… at least there was a semblance of normalcy here. I couldn’t take that away from her. Not again. I tugged at a chunk of my dyed-black hair. It was one of the most natural-looking fakes I had ever pulled off, but I still vaguely saw the curly chocolate hair of last time… and the sandy, spiked blonde… Each colour sent a new memory through my mind. Chocolate; the flickering form of a burning school building. Sand; black vans, the scared face of a girl, and a fire burning, encompassed by ever-frozen ice. Platinum; a dark lab, test tubes, silver tables, blood samples, and— I was aware that the room felt hotter. “Shit,” I muttered. “No, no, no…” My heart beat echoed through my ears. Air flow suddenly stopped seeming possible. I stumbled forward quickly, trying to get through the crowds of students, get somewhere hidden, anywhere. I could feel it. Losing control. FYI: it sucked. I found my way into the bathroom, clinging my hot hands to the edge of the sink, trying to ignore the porcelain melting against my hands. I closed my eyes, trying to even my breathing, turning on the cold water quickly. Think of something else, Emerson. Anything else. A different shade of platinum blonde ran through my head, followed by icy eyes, stark in its contrast between my own honey brown. A white glove. A bowl of blue ice cream. A candle flame flickering, contained and beautiful. A snowy Christmas Day, four people sitting by the fire. As I ran my hands under it, I was well aware of the pain that came with the event. Coldness never responded well to me. Fire and ice didn’t work well together, after all. But they were opposites… they did balance. I opened my eyes slowly, watching the edges of flame lick around my palms. It was beautiful, in a way. But it brought too much death for me to believe it long. I cranked the water over it, killing the flames off, the only indication they had existed being a small burn that would fade in a few minutes. I sighed. I wouldn’t have to run away, not today. Not today. For her sake… I heard the class bell ring, but instead of going to biology, I headed towards the office. Miss Mallard at the front desk was quick to take one look at my burned hands– “Just a science experiment gone wrong; it’s okay; it doesn’t even hurt; Mister Gausmann just wanted me to head home, anyway–” and I had a free pass for the day. I headed back down the hallway again, passing a vaguely familiar brown-haired boy before I got to the locker, but once that was done and I had collected my books, I was quick to get away from the building. The flames inside of my body flickered angrily, frustrated to have not been released, sending hot energy up through me in an attempt to escape. They burned me, too, the hot energy hurting me from the inside out in a further attempt to be free, to ravage the world as they saw fit. But it didn’t matter what the flames did. I was used to it. I wouldn’t let them get out. Not today. Not ever. Not ever again.

[theoddities-story-and-ask]

Chapter 1 ~ Juliet

Mr. Ren did not stop talking. He was like the thing that wouldn’t shut up. And the worst part was, he didn’t seem to feel anything ever. His voice was monotoned and his face was that of very few expressions. 

I decided to zone out of his robotic speaking for a while and started to make a paper airplane. I only looked up when someone sneezed, and the boy beside her said bless you before I could.

Talia Deen, the girl who sneezed, was sitting in front of me and a few seats to the left. She seemed to be doing the same thing I was, a pencil was in her hand and she was absorbed in her math book. Only when she turned the page I saw that she wasn’t doing math at all, and doodles covered every white space on the page.

Emerson McAvoy, the boy who said bless you, had his head in his hands and looked as if he was trying very hard to stay awake. I didn’t blame him.

I made the final fold on my paper plane, then casually positioned it in my hand. I aimed for Mr. Ren’s overly large nose and threw it, trying to stay as unnoticed as possible. Not that it mattered, everyone was too bored to notice, and the people that did didn’t care, so I was pretty much safe. My creation was soaring perfectly on course, and for a joyful (or terrifying, I couldn’t tell) moment, it looked like I was actually going to hit my target.

Then the nose of the plane took a sudden dive into dark brown hair. A boy that I had yet to discover the name of turned around looking confused and angry and I gave him a guilty look.

“Sorry,” I mouthed.

Finally the bell rang and half the class was out of the room already, dying to escape from Mr. Ren’s lectures. “Don’t forget,” he called, “tomorrow we are having a new student so I need you all to make her feel welcome!”

I grabbed my stuff and followed the crowd out of the room, sighing. The last thing I needed was yet another person in this hell hole of a school. 

Emma Black approached me at my locker.

“Excited for the new kid, Ju-Ju?” She asked, leaning against the locker beside mine and crossing her arms. “Think you’re going to be the best of friends?”

I rolled my eyes. “Move out of my way, Emma, before your friends have a cow.” Emma’s two best friends were down the hall squealing for her to hurry up. She looked at me for a second before walking away.

I packed my stuff into my locker, with an odd feeling someone was watching me. I looked up and saw Emerson staring at me with a look that was almost sad. I gave him a sad smile in return. He looked away and shut his locker quickly with a glance at his hands before hurrying down the hallway. I sighed and headed home, alone.

[theoddities-story-and-ask]

So you’ve already met the others, have you? Okay! Here I go…

Hi there! My name’s Talia, I’m 14 and oh gosh, there’s so much to tell you I’m not even sure where to begin! A lot has gone down before we all agreed to do this you know-and I mean a whole lot. Let’s see… I suppose I should start off by telling you what my power is, since it’s the very thing that makes me a part of the “Oddities”.

Well, I’m the cyrokinetic of this group. That means that I wield the ability to manipulate the cold. I can control and create ice, frost, snow-anything to do with frozen water, really. But hold on! That doesn't mean I can just go creating all this stuff out of nowhere. Im not too sure how my powers work right now, but what I do know is that it requires a whopping ton of focus, composure, visualization (it really helps!) and moisture. Gotta have moisture in the area.

As for how I got my powers, I have no clue. None whatsoever. Learning how to deal with them is a crazy adventure in itself. I was a fairly normal person before it all happened. It was always just me, my parents and my adorable little brother, Trey, until everything got switched around and my world changed entirely. I’m not complaining though. After all, it was discovering I had these powers inside of myself that led me to meet the most amazing and wonderful people I’ve ever met. People that I really have no clue what I’d do without- I practically consider them part of my family!

I could go on…but you’d much rather figure it all out the fun way, right? So please, have a seat. Its a long, crazy story… 
(Drawing done by me)

[theoddities-story-and-ask]

I give more than I take. And maybe that’s because I once took more than anyone could ever give, and that will forever destroy me.

I’m known as Allison, or at least I was. I’m now known as dead. Exciting, right? Slowly being forgotten by everyone you’ve ever loved; your existence meaning nothing anymore. Maybe it’s for the best, considering I was the one who brought the government to them. Them being Emerson, the boy who lit a fire in my heart; Juliet and Talia, the two girls who were my only friends; and Joseph, the one who killed me. This is my fight to find them.

I’m an energy user. Sounds simple enough, electricity, life source, what could go wrong? But it’s not that easy. There’s so much more to the power I control than I will ever know. There’s so much more to me than anyone will ever know. The government have been tracking me since I was a little girl. I’m a fugitive, escaping “prison” three times and destroying over three towns. I’ve killed dozens of people, and not even on purpose either. I’m a monster.. This is my fight against myself and the government.

Isn’t it terrifying? Destroying everything you touch, and not knowing what you’re capable of? Not knowing who you really are? It all lies in the past that I can’t remember. My name is Allison, I’m fifteen years old, and this is my fight.

-Kris (credits to whoever the pictures belongs too.)

[theoddities-story-and-ask]

Why thank you, Emerson, yes I am brilliant aren’t I? My name’s Juliet. I can’t tell you TOO much about me, or else it’ll ruin the story for you, but here’s what you should know. 
My one friend that I’ve had since the very beginning, through thick and thin, is my twin sister Cassidy. Everyone else I met later in life, but I love them all the same, so much words can’t describe it. If I had to pick one out of all of them to be my best friend, it would be hard, but I would pick Talia because I mean she’s just too much of a gumdrop. 
I’m the smallest of the group, but don’t get that confused with being the weakest. My power is telekinesis, ya know like moving things with my mind. At first it was hard (it still can be) and I mostly could only use them when Allison was around or I was feeling a strong emotion. Now, I’ve gotten a lot better. Joseph has it too, but he has so much stuff going on over there it doesn’t really count… You should’ve seen the look he just gave me, it was priceless. 
When I found out about my powers is when this story starts, so sit back, relax, and brace yourself, for this is about to get pretty intense. (Drawing by the amazing one and only shawarma7)

[theoddities-story-and-ask]

Well, after mister ‘dark and mysterious’ over there gets done… 

I’m Emerson. Of all of us, I’ve probably known about my power the longest--I can hardly remember a time when I didn’t. It wasn’t really a surprise for me, I guess; my parents were scientists, and with all the chemicals they messed around with, I don’t think anyone was really that surprised when Elswin and I came out a bit… different. 

I’m the pyro here. Fire. A lot of fire. And I guess I don’t really have a right to poke fun at Joseph--I have a lot about me I hide, too. I used to be an open-ish person. Ish. But not recently. It’s a pretty big stretch for me to be willing to even tell you guys about everything that happened, and this blog was pretty much my idea to begin with. (Okay, telling our stories wasn’t--that was the brilliant Juliet’s--but the blog was mine.) I have a long list of things I need to work on and get through, but with this team of world-class dorks--no, no, sorry, sorry, sorry, stop hitting me, Tals!--I mean, wonderfully brilliant people… I think we can do a whole lot more than any of us ever thought before. 

You wanna know what that is, now, huh? You wanna know what we do? Well, then. You’re just gonna have to stick around. Stay tuned, and see you guys soon.

(Above character art by KC!Mod- background courtesy of google images, as KC is currently sick and didn’t feel like messing with it, so a huge thank you to the original artist.) (Edit 7/23/19--fixed some grammar and notation; will be eventually editing character art because,,, well a mix of “I don’t like it anymore” and “I didn’t credit my background to anyone which was dumb,” so be on the lookout for that!)