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Since my scanner no longer works, I'll be mostly writing up fic and stories. And I'll be writing a lot, and I give myself writing projects.
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Cherilyn Ohlau
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United States
Because this muthaflocker needed to be updated. Like I said before, I'm into a variety of things, and I love story and character development. Until I get a new, better scanner since mine is currently out of commission...I'm doing fics and stories instead.
Which vary,
but I'm a GMD fan (look at those fic folders, holy shit)
I promise no love tumors.
I like well developed relationships instead and ship teasing. I also like subtext. And making readers laugh and cry. I'm mainly doing GMD oriented stuff right now, but I do have plans regarding reviving old stories from my high school years.
I like a nice refreshing take instead of the usual pile, so I consider my works to be a nice variety pill, and none of the works are alike. I also took some artistic license of a few things...but nothing too offensive. Oh, and I do side research regarding the subject of my fics whether it involves music, history, sometimes science. So, you might learn something.
And i'm up for requests, and if you wanna borrow my ocs or even my GMD fcs or something.
Feel free to ask.
I take one-shot requests and such. :dummy:

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Look at this fucking stamp tree. Now, I'm ready for Christmas. Stick a star on it! Oh well, just one more:

Works in progress:…

Also: I'm sometimes won't reply to all my thank you's.
Sorry, I'm mostly busy. :<
Oh GAWD, my sides are hurting when I sleep. :dead: Since I can't sleep, and I've been sick again (screw you, stomach virus!) I'm giving a preview so you can be entertained. I promise after this prologue is finished from my IPAD notes and I'm in better decent health I will work on those fun prompts. :la: Also I've been busy with Red Feather Mine with co-writing. But I've been mostly sicky again...! 
Bastian Lowen Rathbark is a new oc of mine, and counterpart of Bastial. He's named after his same VA as Bastial's, since they're both voiced by Yuri Lowenthal. 
I was drunk off Lovecraft when I came up with the plot, alien horror is very foriegn territory for me to write on. I watched The Thing, Aliens, was uncomfortable sitting through Evangalion for reasons. But I was like "Okay, I'll give it a whirl" and then I gave birth to Black Box Diaries. :dummy: Oh and :icongraciecouture: sorry for borrowing Lyn, I hope you don't mind she's in a horror fic! ^^; 

Bastian's Black Box Diaries

By Cherilyn Ohlau 

The Great Mouse Detective is owned by Eve Titus/Disney

Thomas Grayson is owned by ALS123

John Mikkelson is owned by NightMagican

Birdie Moore is owned by YaraAffinity 

Lyn Webb is owned by GracieCouture 

"I felt myself on the edge of the world; peering over the rim into fathomless chaos of eternal night"- HP Lovecraft

"You've become a virus
Just killing off his host
We've been watching you with all of our eyes
And what you seem to value most
So much potential
Or so we used to say
Your greed, self-importance and your arrogance
You piss it all away
We heard her cry
We've come to intervene
You will change your ways and you will make amends
Or we will wipe this place clean"-Nine Inch Nails, Year 0 "The Warning"

Black Box Diary prologue

-Time Relic-


Perhaps, it is best if I start from the beginning. I couldn't imagine what had happened to me and my sister during a disaster that wiped our little isolated town from the map all together and threw us into a new century. Your century: 2016 but as for my sister and I we are just but relics from 1910. It Is hard to explain just how we were brought here, or why rather...I wonder if things would have been better if we perished along with our homes. If you are to find any of my modified black boxes that I have tinkered off of abandoned old planes, I keep them as diaries; to tell you that I am Bastian Lowen Rathbark, and these are the horrors that I have witnessed, that no blind eye can turn from such darkness. It breathes, it writhes, it is a serpent from a never ending deep of cold heartless waters. I must sound mad, to the normal person, I must be, but to those teetering on the edge of hopelessness this is my reality. My godforsaken reality that I cannot withstand. I can only hope there is a future for you that you can still work on, but as for me and my sister...we are either dead or gone. Treasure these diaries, and remember and record spite of things, I am still mortal. And I have loved my friends, and my family dearly even it dwindled to just the two of us. 

We moved from our home in London to America, in the sleepy mining town of Greg Town, Massachusetts. Greg Town, it was isolated and away from the bustling cities, and yet it had a train route to a neighboring town that was bigger than ours named Murphy. Greg Town was dull, in a way, but it had the cheapest housing my father could afford at the time and he made a business involving the dead, owning a funeral home, during his spare time he was a writer. The curvy and jagged mountain sides housed many coal to mine, and from there my father made business from the funeral home we made. But my mother tried to stray away from it, possibly to isolate herself from such negativity, and eventually became a school teacher; we had a nanny look after us while our parents worked. As for my sister, Fern, she was taught how to make coffins and was intrigued by engineering, and I looked to writing for solitude. 

My father wrote for himself during his pass times but he never made a career out of it, and his writings were shall I put this, morbid and bleak, are proper terms to such. He'd lost one of friends to a mining accident in 1908, and seeing the heaviness of death around him embedded such sorrow in his heart it was even harder to find an outlet. He threw his booklets aside after he filled them, he was often prolific in his poems. I never considered my father as such, but for what he endured, it was expected. And I grew to realize, my father was slowly hating Greg Town. He felt isolated in this sea of dirt and sand, how the mountains caged his existence than he was back in London, and yet still...he refused to move. There was something about Greg Town keeping him in. He didn't say what it was other than he had to look into it himself, from there, he was isolated and considered a madman. And his questions regarding lights in the sky did not help matters.

I couldn't stop the process of my father becoming a shell of his former self. Even though I tried, it was a waste, and he eventually drowned himself in liquor. He's no longer the man I once called father. And my mother tried her best to stay by him until she too was isolated his sheet of despair. I tried talking to him one night, to talk some sense into him, even if it was left in vain. I just had to let my father know that maybe if he detached himself from such wild claims he wouldn't dwell. 

"You've never seen them in the wheat fields, have you?" My father wheezed, gently holding a beer bottle close to his chest wearing such thick clothing that it made his weak body seem bigger than it was, "Wrapped in bandages, bloodshot eyes, the scent of rot in ships of light that make the stars twinkle."

"Father, please, you were drunk one night and were seeing things. You can't rely on saying such things to the people of Greg Town, even your friends wonder if you're doing all right," I pleaded, grasping his hand. How cold and rough it felt, like sandpaper that was left in the winter wind.

"You make it sound like I'm lying. But it is the truth even if you cannot take it," he coughed, making me grasp tighter, "I talked to one of these the bar. They have warned of me of the coming day when Greg Town shall no longer stand, it will no longer be. It will cease existence."

I try to say something to counter, but my lips coils in fear, "It''s merely delusion." 

"See the bandages on my left hand? Will you unwrap it? Then you shall see what they have done unto me."

"I-I thought you said you cut your hand during an accident?" I ask.

"I wouldn't want to worry you."

I was hesitant to unwrap the bandages, my fingers wouldn't stop shaking anxiously as I gently unraveled them, seeing a black scar all around his arm. I couldn't help but think his flesh felt gone, even though it was trying to heal the scars would never leave; and how they gave off a foreign stench. It smelled like a mix of burnt flesh and vapors from the pus and dried blood. I covered my mouth as my stomach could no longer handle the stench or sight, and I ran to the bathroom quickly, passing Fern in the hallway looking confused by my outburst. I couldn't blame her for looking at me as she did, she wouldn't believe me even if I explained herself. Fern always managed to keep herself bright even if situations looked bleak or glum, she was the only one in this household making sure we had some form of happiness, no matter how small it was. "Oh, father, do you need anything?" She called watching him wrap his hand, "Perhaps a change of bandages?"

"Nonsense, dear. Just get tea ready."

"But, father, it'll be infected-"

"I have a very good reason to keep it wrapped up, Fern. I just don't want to explain it to you. You wouldn't understand." 

Fern became taken aback, but silently obeyed and left to the kitchen. I coughed softly and wiped off my mouth with the towel and went back to see my father. "Must you speak to her in such a way?" I say, "She's only concerned about you," he only shook his head making me feel a pent up frustration simmer and build from my feet to my head.

"Regardless; if I were to pass due to this wound I need you both to carry on the family line," he added, leaning back and slowly drank his beer, "It's the only way our family can live now."

"You're...asking me to be with Fern? But she's in her early twenties compared to I. I'm going to be thirty when she becomes twenty one, and she's my sis-"

"I want no arguments, Bastian. The horrors of this world have not died since the plague-!" 

I sighed. 

It was different back then for those in this century, marriages had a different meaning at times too. It was not uncommon for family lines to arrange weddings between siblings or cousins. It was mostly for heirs and namesake if there were no other options; Fern was being made for me. Even though this salts the tongue of many, this was our norm.
I didn't like the thought of marrying my sister, but I couldn't raise my hand against it. I only felt myself fall into even more silence with the overlapping thoughts of Fern before I remembered the horrible wound on his hand, "Father, why must you go about this alone?" He didn't answer, and the ever heaviness enveloped us both as the smell of tea lingered.

I wanted answers.

But I knew I wasn't getting them. Fern sat outside the house, hammering nails into each of the coffins of new corpses that were recently brought in from another mining accident that had happened. A landslide had collided with working miners near the road that left three dead, five wounded, and a horse with a broken leg. We were all left clueless except for my father who made a queer proclamation, "They are watching us. The Keepers of Gu'da. They are not happy with us-!" My father chuckled, hiding his face beneath his hat, "The Keepers, the Keepers...!" We all did our best to ignore my father in such a state, but it only encouraged him, leaving our mother distraught.

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JamesBobbyDReed20 Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2015  Student General Artist
Cool, I see youre a writer
CherlnIDA Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
I mostly do GMD related fanfiction sometimes with a horror spin in it. Or even horror. But I like to experiment and don't stick with one genre or sub-genre. I consider myself a mad scientist in writing in a way. ^^
JamesBobbyDReed20 Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2015  Student General Artist
I have to

Fortunately Im almost done
with some books. I also know
how to save paper and read
text (from the computer)

Do you listen to creepypasta
by chance?
CherlnIDA Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah, when I'm in the mood for it, but unfortunately I end up listening to creepy pastas mostly at night or reading them at night like an idiot and have the hardest time sleeping. :laughing: I mostly read Stephen King or even watch playthroughs of horror games that would help get my spook on. Every day is Halloween for a horror writer. :XD:
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Red-Eileen Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015
Hey there  :) (Smile)

Wanna join the coolest Girlslove's group on DA  ? Hi!

CherlnIDA Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Joined. Thanks for the invite. :la: 
Red-Eileen Featured By Owner Mar 14, 2015
LeoDanielPreda Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for FAVE - Two Graces by LeoDanielPreda
CherlnIDA Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome. ^^
saber360 Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2015
Hey, Cherilyn, tell me something: have you ever watched this anime called Kill la Kill?
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