#oc ellen

Food for y'all while i fight the horrors

OK so I'm working on a writing project called Psychoformication that will be posted on Ao3...whenever chapters are post-ready. This is the beetlegirls killing each other project. Sharing a brief pitch of the story and also picrews/bios for the characters today, so enjoy! :3

Seven women awaken with incredible powers, each of them deciding if they're going to use those powers to fight nascent monsters threatening the city or turn those powers against each other as their hearts' desires incite conflict. Heated drama between women ensues, and the future hangs in the balance of it all. Psychoformication is a surreal battle royale of lesbianism and the inherent violence of human connection.

Citing influences might hint at more things than I want to reveal right now, but I'll say there's a lot of Kamen Rider here (Please act surprised.)

The Characters:

Four — She/Her — 33yo Background: Four is a tall, broad-shouldered motorcycle mechanic who works at a small garage in the city. She recently moved in with her girlfriend, Ellen, and does her best to be the stable support in their relationship.

Ellen — She/Her — 31yo Background: Ellen recently moved in with her girlfriend, Four. When she's not putting on a customer service face as a receptionist for a psychology practice, she tends to be quiet, judgmental, and mood swingy. Doesn't have a lot of friends.

Jack — She/Her — 26yo Background: Jack is a muscular butch who believes her best qualities are her aggression and her toughness. They're traits that are equally useful on the roller derby track and in bar fights, her two favorite pasttimes.

Zara — She/Her — 29yo Background: The only thing Zara loves more than photography is entomology, and she's hoping to parlay her part-time work into a living as a nature photographer. Her ambition is undercut by doubt that her gentle nature makes her unfit to be an artist.

Cam — They/Them — 23yo Background: Camille is a nonbinary woman who says, "Fuck the status quo!" and, "Don't call me Camille!" They make a little money posting skateboarding videos online, but also perform less-than-legal gigs from time to time. Whatever you think Cam is, they aren't.

Maia — She/Her (He/Him at work) — 18yo Background: Maia is a closeted trans woman who has to work two retail jobs to help support her disabled father and three brothers. She's tired. So tired. Maia would love to have hobbies someday, but luxuries come after her family's safety.

Jillian — She/Her — 42yo Background: Jillian is a executive for a chain of pharmacies owned by her family. Being a corporate scion hasn't made the boardroom games any easier to endure, and she longs for identity outside of her family's business empire. There has to be more to life than profit reports.

And those are the women who live rent-free in my head and also in a bunch of documents on my computer! I'd love to hear comments or answer questions about them, so let me know what you think in comments, tags, or my ask box!

Like how could you not?!

PLOINK PLINK PLONK

Rush E

Ok who pissed off the big pink piano elf?

For reference, Ellen is a Melody Elf (a elf intuned/intertwined with a musical instrument) and her instrument is a piano! The tattoo are actully marks that appear on the elves when they find their instrument! And what's even cooler is that if she presses the keys on her body, they makes sounds like a real piano!

I'm on a craze for Ellen. I love her so much

Here is some head shots and a chibi of her too

They get called a couple a lot-

Remember the stop sign. Highway to hell on his radio, and he blew through it anyway, so we sped him on his way. Three strokes. From ambush, the gash — we wrote you into my name for that one.

Remember Mr. Dough at his own front door, wanting his toppings checked. They were correct. Jaw, eyes, pinky — your work. You chopped the coin roll; I left the halves.

Remember Jules, who hadn't eaten since breakfast. We hadn't in weeks. You did the butchering, I did the cooking, and he did his best.

Remember Greg. No tip. Didn't need Oscar for that one — it was just funnier.

In every world where a doorbell rings, we're the ones on the other side of it. I am bat Qayin, and in the wall-speech I am Bʼaat Kʼayin — the axe is inside my name, and names don't lie. And now it's time to kill again.

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