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AHHHHH OH MY GOD. this is like. genuinely the best portrayal of my oc of all time. the atmosphere is so perfect and the details UGH thank you so so much!!

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commission for @l0stmyfr0g thank you so much! <3
AHHHHH OH MY GOD. this is like. genuinely the best portrayal of my oc of all time. the atmosphere is so perfect and the details UGH thank you so so much!!
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the goat is agata. goats are associated the devil and the occult- in c!mim’s eyes, agata is responsible for the suffering of the village. she was intelligent, yes, but she was violent. if you looked into her eyes, really looked, you would see no light, no glimmer. they were dark and flat like ink on a page. as the head of the council, she rejected c!mim’s studies for years, always with snideness and a laugh. she revelled in the cruelty of it. towards the end, when everything began to truly unravel, she disappeared. the day before it all ended, she was found, cowering in a dark room and unrecognisable. she had contracted the plague and it was destroying her alive.
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the boar is cassie. boars represent ferocity. they are opportunistic feeders and take what they can. a hunter and a friend to c!mim, he was bold and dangerous with the crossbow, but her smile was contagious and her personality inescapably friendly. He and c!mim were friends, but not close enough for him to fully understand what c!mim was attempting. In the end, when the fire raged through the village and a corpse burned in the lab, she was filled with spite she had never felt. chasing c!mim to the edges of the village where the treeline started, he raised his crossbow and aimed. the flames in his eyes- was that a reflection? or was it hate? she made a decision there, and spun around to run back into the blaze. if he could save anybody, that would be worth more than revenge. either way, the injuries on mim’s body would probably kill them regardless. he hoped they would.
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the deer is emyr.
The Witch
The woods were peaceful on that day- fog, having no motivation to move or disappear, hung between the trees. In the middle of the woods, a Witch awaited a visitor.
This Witch was one of the last. He was older than the woods themselves- he had lived in this place long before the first tree had sprung. He nurtured the woods from birth, and the woods were kind to him in return. It was the trees who told him that day, through the rustles of their leaves and the creak of their boughs, that someone was coming to visit him. His name is Egbert Woolton, the trees whispered to the Witch, he seeks power.
The trees were never wrong. There were three knocks at the door, which the Witch opened to reveal a grim-looking man.
“Excuse my intrusion,” the man said stiffly, striding into the room without a response. Ah, thought the Witch, disappointed. He was familiar with men of this calibre. Still, company was company, and he gestured for the man to take a seat.
“What brings you here, Egbert?” The Witch settled into his own chair.
The man scowled. “I should’ve known you’d predict my arrival. So it’s true, then? You are a sorcerer?”
“If that’s what you would like to call it, yes. Why have you sought me out?”
Egbert shifted in his seat, pulling from his coat a canvas pouch. “I’d like you to cast a spell for me.” The Witch sighed at this, leaning towards Egbert to examine his face. The man flinched.
“What do you need?” The Witch asked, plucking the pouch from Egbert’s outstretched fingers and opening it, amused by the glint of coins from within. Egbert pulled his hands back sharply.
“Well, you see,” he said curtly, “I’ve been the subject of some distasteful hearsay as of the past month or so. My father passed recently, and I’ve been accused of patricide.” Egbert spat the last word, mouth twisting into a snarl. “Now the townspeople want my inheritance to be instead passed onto my younger brothers.”
“You want to ensure your inheritance? Even without your father’s money, I’m sure you understand your wealth is not lacking.”
“I’ve heard of spells that could do the trick. Things that could teach the fools a lesson for disrespecting me.” Egbert’s eyes burned with spite, “That would have them revere me.”
From outside, the trees were stirring. A murderer, they hissed, branches groaning, the boy killed his father for money, and now he lies.
“Perhaps I’ll do you one better. How would you like to cast the spell yourself?”
Egbert straightened in his seat, interested. The Witch continued: “Of course, the gift of Witchcraft is very dangerous to those with ill intent,” he said, “I’ll need you to agree-”
“Get on with it, old man! I assure you, my intentions are-”
“Do you swear on it?”
“I swear, I sw-”
The Witch tapped Egbert’s forehead, and cast unto him the power of Witchcraft. It was a painful process- the Witch knew from experience. Flooding a human brain with unmeasurable knowledge of the extraordinary seldom ended well.
Egbert collapsed. “What are you doing to me?” he shrieked.
“You are being judged.”
His bloodshot eyes bulged- full of fear, and realisation. “Please, I’m sorry, I lied, make it stop-” but it was too late: the judgement had been made. Light filled the room, and once it was gone all that was left of Egbert Woolton was a pile of dust on the carpet.
The trees outside rustled, pleased. The Witch sighed, and got to sweeping.
today I was struck by inspiration to write fantasy short stories but unfortunately I’m busy thinking about my minecraft oc ❤️
I have multiple people asking me to write my oc lore down and I really really do want to unfortunately I have worms in. my skull
another great day to think in depth about my ocs but not write any of it down
autistic feelings regarding an oc
when he makes it to the ancient city - years too late, postponed as long as he can - there's a recognition he cannot escape. [a consideration of wardens, the ancient city, and grief.]
[alternate title: @l0stmyfr0g's c!mim fuckikngf possessed me for an hour.]
being a fan of a friend's ocs is actually so humiliating....... like yes my favourite character rn is tragically doomed and a pillar of humanity who i think is relevant to the current world. you can find information about them on discord dot com and sometimes in late-night conversations with this guy i know. what the fuck
up late at night thinking about a guy who exists to three people. such a desire to talk about him until my lungs give out and read every scrap of fanfiction on the internet and yet there is NOTHING!!!! and i have to pretend to be NORMAL about this. "oh yes your character is cool. have you considered writing more" meanwhile the wolves in my brain are tearing and biting
HAHAHSHDHHD
hehe. mim @l0stmyfr0g .hehe. giggles
other versions in reblogs!! //
omg I’m the only one serving mad scientist cunt here this is soooo embarrassing
yeah thsi is my little oc haha yeah he’s super cute they have little horns and stuff ahahhhh look at the fluffy tail :333 he holds the balance of the world in his hands and crushes it between his fingers for the brief comfort of the warmth of its blood
:O tell me about mim
ffFUCK I JUST WROTE A MASSIVE THING AND IT WENT AND DELETED ITSELF FJKSGFDS
answer is coming, i promise!!
until then, you can find my art of mim here, and my writing here!
so! first things first -- mim is the pngtuber model/brain guy of @l0stmyfr0g! i'm definitely biased, but i'd absolutely recommend giving them a watch if you ever get the chance - his streams are super calming and they're always a lovely vibe c:
before i start going off the deep end, i will say that all of this is the result of my brain going absolutely bonkers. take this all as headcanons! as much as i love theorizing for c!mim, i definitely don't want to overwrite the incredible lore that the creator has done already c:
cw: fungus, corruption, death
IM AHSGSHHAHFGY
thinking about the moment c!Mim gets injured and The Invention migrates to close the wound and briefly reveals c!Mim’s real face hmmmm
c!mim did their own top surgery
i’ve developed a mild obsession with @kroatic’s oc that i stole for my lore. he’s such a little guy. i think they are so great. do i know anything about their lore? no not rlly. but i know that he is a little dude. they probably bake a bread and bring it to their neighbours. EVEN perhaps consider: he brings little a bread to c!mim’s lab. i just think they’re great
mim dreams of the end.
he dreams of the house he grew up in. he dreams of his family, his sister and his brother.
there is something hanging over them, a violent dread that clings onto their shoulders and tugs at their throat. she tries to tell them but her tongue can’t shape the warning. it sits sluggish and heavy in their mouth and spins their words into a muted gurgle.
he strains his lungs until they ache and he coughs up blood. their shriek emerges from their chest as nothing but a whistle, like wind working its way between a crack between stones, or the empty spaces between ribs long dried by the sand and bleached by the sun.
they dream of a fire. they see the melting of flesh and the charring of bone. she smells it in the air.
he wakes up wailing like a child. in the dark, he sees the flesh of his chest pulse and shift before falling still, invisible threads grasping their heart and forcing it to slow from its thudding.
they stare at the window until sunrise.