It's been a while since I posted on here, but some OCs have been changed!
The main change is that Rye canonically doesn't die anymore. Well, he does, obviously, everyone dies, but after changing himself for the better he then becomes a derby racer! He obviously isn't the best since right off the bat that's impossible and inaccurate, but he does well and gets only about a few wins under his belt. He named his stallion Scar Face, because ya know
I've been reworking Colt and Delilah's timeline as well, mostly their ages when they met etc etc. So far Colt is a sheriff 21-26, and then gets stabbed and blah blah hospital meets Delilah there, who's 23. INSANE AGE GAP, I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!😨😨😨
Achak is no longer suffering from schizophrenia. It's not needed for his character anymore, I feel like he's some emo middle school oc. Finly still dies however, his hallucinations are simply brought on by his paranoia and anxiety now- just like me! Hell yeah brother who loves that good ol' tactile hallucinations
i know i usually talk about Achak's trauma the most but i do love how domestic he can be. before all the trauma
like who's to say he isn't out here eating in the parking lot of McDonald's? who's to say he's not pushing through it all and going to a Walgreens? who's to say?
thinking about Achak and Ozzy today. their relationship is so difficult to me in a way that i enjoy. they're friendly to one another when Finly is alive, but after her death Ozzy completely shuts down and leaves 4TL- practically isolating themselves. Achak wants to help them so much that it hurts- Ozzy is all of what's left of Finly and Achak wishes they could grieve together and hopefully heal but Ozzy's grief is centered around anger and hate towards the people who hurt her. they meet up after a few years of distance and Achak begs Ozzy to open up and properly heal but Ozzy just can't let go of it. and as much as Achak hates it, he knows he can't force Ozzy to get help or to change so their relationship is ruined. uhhgggghhhh.... if ocs get a fandom i hope people start arguments over these two
✏️ How often do you draw/write about the OC? - Colt or Finly
🥊 What do they love to do? What do they hate to do? - Ozzy
🍀 What originally inspired the OC? - Archie
🎓 How long have you had the OC? - King
HOORAAYY
🧠:favorite thing about Achak is that he's just miserable. he's constantly stressed, always losing sleep, and his relationship with Finly is so sweet to me. i love to dump whump onto him into my head
✏️: between Colt and Finly, i write Colt more but draw Finly more. though, between the two, neither of them compete against Rye/Jesse or Cecil. those three are always being doodled
🥊: Ozzy loves preforming in the band and shopping with Finly, but hate cleaning. due to their size it makes cleaning a bit difficult- but they make it work
🍀: what inspired Archie..? ummm.... Archimedes from TF2. yup i said it guys sorry he's based off the bird from TF2 sorry im sorry
🎓: ive had King since January 8th, 2022 :) Vi sent this video, and i instantly made King! he's been one of my favorite assholes since
warnings; mentions of death/murder, beating, blood, very tiny abrupt breakdown cry session, and swearing. nothing too extreme i think for the first story
prompt: pistol whipping (aka using a pistol to beat someone)
continuation of this story. this story takes place before this one.
Recovering from an episode was never easy- especially one so strong.
Achak blinked away the lingering images in his eyes, the taste of blood being registered on his tongue. His whole body left groggy and almost lost as he tried to sit up, coughing a bit.
“Fuck me…” The investigator groaned as the soreness was felt more when he moved. The ringing in his ears started to sizzle away along with the sound of the ghost box- completely silent.
As much as Achak would've loved to just relax and get his bearings- he couldn't. He heard the backyard door being opened, which meant the house owner would find him. He would know about Finly and her body. He huffed with effort as he dragged himself out from the small crack behind the shed, abandoning the tarp covered body to be collected later.
The owner watched as Achak stumbled with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he knew he had been caught. “The hell are you doing back there?”
Achak spat out some of the blood before turning to see the man reach over for something near the door he couldn't quite make out. Whatever it was, it definitely wasn't a thank you gift.
“I saw it all,” Achak started, trying to talk the man out of whatever stupid lash back he'd try. Taking, standing, and trying to focus was so much harder than what it should be. He felt like he was stumbling over himself like an idiot- like his mental engine was sputtering. “If you try anything else, your sentence will be worse. You don't want this.”
“There won't be a sentence if no one finds out.” The detective blinked a few more times, trying to refocus his eyes like a camera lense as the man held up a long brown…thing.
A baseball bat.
The owner charged at Achak with an animalistic roar, holding up the bat. Achak’s vision immediately blurred over again when the man came towards him too fast for him to register- but he wasn't completely blind. Gritting his already sore teeth, Achak held up his arms for self defense.
The hit was right where Achak hoped it would land- somewhere on either of his arms. When the bat slammed into his right arm his left one moved and grabbed the bat before the owner could pull back.
The man tugged the bat, but Achak already had a firm death grip on it. With his right arm still thrumming from pain, the detective reached down underneath his coat towards his belt for his gun.
When his hand found the holster, it was as easy as grabbing the grip of the pistol and bringing it up towards the assailant with as much force as he could muster. A hardy metallic thud filled Achak’s ears as the pistol made direct contact with the man. He wasn't too sure where he hit him, but it sounded painful.
The owner staggered back with a pain filled groan, dropping his bat in favor of clutching his wounded area. After Achak focused again, he realized it was the man’s head- there was a red mark already forming on the man’s face. Time was of the essence now.
Achak tossed his gun aside and grabbed the bat with both hands, and with more focused aim he quickly slammed the bat into the owner’s leg. He toppled over, the pain being too much for one person to handle.
The detective would've loved to give it a few more whacks as a payback for Finly, but he quickly reminded himself that he couldn't let his emotions get the better of him. So instead he scrambled to find some discarded rope nearby as the man withered in the grass.
With rope in hand Achak grabbed one of the man’s arms, and then the other. The visions of Finly simmered again as he came in contact with the murderer, but he forced himself through it.
The man wiggled in his bindings, his face even redded with anger. “Let me fucking go! I'll kill you!”
Achak didn't even pay him mind, he simply walked to where he tossed his gun and slipped it back into the holster. Still ignoring the owner yelling out obscenities, Achak made his way through the house until he was exiting through the front door again. He unlocked his car and grabbed the small little walkie talkie. He pressed the button on the side and spoke.
“Dispatch, this is Achak. I need backup at 125 Carty Street. Suspect in custody, but I need assistance securing the scene and transporting the suspect. Over."
A familiar voice responded. "Copy that, Achak. Backup is en route. Hold tight, buddy.”
Achak sighed with relief he hadn't felt for the entire time he's been here. He pressed the button again to give a quick reply back. “Thank you, Averyll.”
He didn't get a response back this time, but it was okay. Backup was coming and he'd be able to get this mess wrapped up and the case could start going underway. The detective leaned against his car as the stress of the situation started to settle in- his breathing getting slightly ragged and tears prickled in his eyes. Achak let out a shaky sigh as he wiped the tears away, the smell of lavender filling his nose with every sniffle.
🫣: Tell me about a time when your OC has been truly terrified/horrified by something.
Arak:
📒: If they keep a journal, what is the saddest thing they've ever written in it?
Colt:
🧪: What is the most sick they have ever been?
Finly:
💣: Has your OC ever hurt someone precious to them by losing their temper?
(And of course whoever you want to answer for ~)
rubs my evil little angst loving hands together
🫣: she's usually a very hard cookie, but that night when the Stirling house was almost robbed was definitely an eye opener for her. she always lived behind closed doors so she never saw how rough the real world was- that was of course until Colt sacrificed himself to keep the family safe. he was fine, but a bullet to the leg is still a pain!
📒: Achak keeps a pretty hefty journal where he documents his episodes and etc, but the saddest thing he's ever written was probably during Finly's case and her funeral or when he lost his arm during the train accident
🧪: i don't really think Colt is the type of guy to get sick a lot- and when he does he walks it off and he's magically fine the next day. though, he definitely got sick a lot as a kid due to eating dirt and shit like a dumbass. now his immune system is jacked💪
💣: she definitely has. during the early stages of her and Ozzy's relationship they were very clingy in a way. always wanting to know if she was okay or if she needed anything. Finly understood Ozzy was simply worried bc Finly had been in a toxic relationship, but the feeling of being babied made her snap. of course they made up and Ozzy understood she needed space and if she needed help or support she'd ask for it
