Ro3
(Ramblings of organic origin)
Hello to the only person that reads this! (me, it's me!!) It's been a while, but that's ok. This website gets out of date every few months and it's just a lot to work on all the time. It can be overwhelming. I graduated high school and went to college in the time that I've abandoned this place, which is a little sad! Organics has not taken a break in my mind, its all still rattlin around up in this empty brain of mine, but I just haven't updated this place at all. But I'd like to. Perhaps I can keep some rants going on.
I actually don't really know why I called this place ROOG. Rambling Of Organic Origin.... it's better off being ROOO. Which is a little silly... I may change it to ROOO. Just for fun. OR or or, hear me out. RO3. I think that's it, now. RO3. Incredible. Anyway, I've been in a kick with the comforts of Orgono in their dwellings. As it comes with a society and world that never had (and never will have) an industrial revolution, the houses are sturdy and well made, relying heavily on the local climate and materials around. They're colorful and warm, little trinkets and photos are all over the walls. Most of them have one or two common rooms, with rooms and hallways branching from it. In the common room is usually what we would consider a kitchen, however for them it's simply where the food is kept and prepared, and is usually apart of a living room (or something that is living room adjacent). I think they're fond of those 1970's conversation pits, but the pits are filled with blankets and pillows and comfortable items. After meal times, they'll pile into the pit and nap. All on top of each other, snoring the afternoon away. Food is a tricky subject for Orgono, and it depends heavily on the system that one lives with. Being as animal as they are, they are fond of snatching up their food and eating alone. And being as full as love as they are, they are also fond of the boding that comes with eating together. It's either a time of distrust and fear, or one of deep connection. Usually the latter, as most systems are very close. Just thinking about them on the bank of a river in the sun, those deep throat rumbles and the chuffs they make. The gentle lapping of the water. Someone emerges with a jackaray and a maw full of fresh eggs and they eat their fill on the animals (seeing that they're invasive, jackaray and their spawn make a wonderful treat). High tide nights with pyian and binheirt and pups running around, getting into trouble. Gambling, pouring creoup into a sack and playing as many games as they can before all the coin falls out. The neighbors showing up, the pups joining into a swarm. It's great, I think about them a lot. It's a peace that I can't really articulate. A Kzakan town in the early morning, and a system bursts into a tom home, pup in arms. Master embroiderers flood over to the guests, the apprentices staring from their stations in anticipation. A new pup! A new pup with plenty of fat and sharp teeth, held by the scruff of it's neck with pride. New gyrofillium still soft and pale, fins and feet flapping around and big, black eyes staring. It wants to eat and bite and explore, only but a few hours old. It has not yet known society or understood the idea of restraint, every animalistic desire is alive in those eyes. It will learn, one day, what it means to control themselves. But today is not that day, it is a monster for a few tides more. And the masters and the apprentices envied it, the pure raw power and energy in those new jaws. What a beast, what a foreign creature! It sinks its teeth deep into the arm of the master who had taken it. The taste of blood is new and fresh and wonderful. And the master lets it hold on for a while, letting the beast learn what violence brings to the gizzard. And when it releases, they restrain it in an old scrap of fabric. The system had brought their own tom cloaks, and the masters begin their work on the item for the new pup. It's wonderful. I love them. I have a thing for what I like to call The Animal Man. I don't know. Something about how we're mammals, still. It's great, that's all I really want Organics to be. That is all for now. Here is to hoping that I am able to keep this up to date with at least a few proper ramblings here and there.
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I've been over this a bit before, on the characters page, mostly, but I'd really love to get into how all of this started. I don't think I'm gonna be able to remember nearly enough to explain how much they've taken control of me. I had a dream that I was at school and an alien came out of the brick (it is very important that it's brick) wall and hugged me every so often. It was comforting in a very very strange way. He had the head of a human, but the neck below was just an octopus. And that weirded me out a lot more that it probably should have. I decided to turn him into a weird kid. I named him Atlas. And Meg (who was originally known as Alex) developed later. Attached photo is the first art of him I think I ever made. Very bad. I was like 13 though so it's okay. Right? Right? 13 year-olds today have better art than me these days so I'm starting to doubt my abilities. Anyway- that was him. It was sad. The earliest dated thing I have of them is an email I sent to my friends trying to RP with them. Very in character for me. It was sent on January 23rd, 2017, meaning they must have been created late 2016 or early 2017. I'm not too sure, I'm still trying to track down art of them (that I know exists). Even then, I doubt we'll ever get an exact date. So for now, January 23rd is their birthday. Here is uh- what the image says. this is kinda long so, ye know. Also if you don't wanna rp then don't say anything and just mute this mk ppl were taking to long to reply to my question and I was impatient so heyhey rp. Join if you want, if you don't, well too bad you can just mute it and/or ignore it. And if no one wants to do it then you're all missing out bc I dunno anymore ;-; on with the Rules: •Dont be a drama queen. Bc, we all know it might happen, and I can make a new email with you discluded in it if you cause too much trouble. •Dont be OP, as in you're not the best one here. Or the smartest. Or the strongest. So chill. •If you don't like someone's bio, either tell them politely or if you really want to duel it out, then make an email with just them in it and figure it out there. •As for romance/dating/love interest, I could care less. I have a small love interest, you can have a major love interest. You can run away and have monkey butler children for all I care as long as it doesn't get to where the whole rp revolves around you. •For the theme song, don't just use a song that you like. Use a song that describes them/ EX: "It Took Me By Surprize" if the character pushed someone into doing something bad. •And finally, for the species. It's rather new, so if there is something you find I could add to them, feel free to tell me. Now, I know we're all extremely lazy and probably don't want to read about the alien species and just wing it, but the good Lord help me you better at least skim over it. 'Ere we go ;-; Organo (Or-gah-no) or Organi (Or-gah-nie: plural) are an extremely intelligent species that dwells in their home country they call Koradon (Core-uh-don).It's one land mass in the shape of a rough three-pointed-star. They don't know of any other land beyond their own, but they don't wonder, for they don't need to. They have everything they need in Koradon. As you can probably see from the pictures at the bottom of this email, Organus look like humans, except for the full colored eyes, frills on the side of their face and back, antenna things, and crazy tentacle arms. The frills on their back lay down when they are calm, content, or happy, and both by their face and back flair up when the feel threatened. They usually tuck neatly beneath their clothes, and will they rarely rip the cloth when they are extremely mad/frightened. The back frills start at the top of their head and Their eyes are rather odd, for when they are angered, their body temperature rises so sharply and they become so hot they the water in them literally becomes steam and escapes through their eyes. Along with the water-to-steam-eye deal, they need water to live. As in, be drenched in it every other day or so. Lucky for them, Koradon has heavy rains almost all the time. Now for their tentacles. Guys have three on each arm, while girls only have two. They cannot control them very well, and they usually wrap around whatever the Organo has their hand near. The spot where they split out on the shoulder isn't that pleasant to look at, and most are rather uncomfortable with the tentacles haveing wide range, so they usually wear long sleeved things to cover the majority of them. Another odd thing about them is that if they make contact with a living thing, the Organo can read what the other creature is feeling. This ability grows when they are on Earth (I'll talk about that later). Next on my ramble about what they look like is their antennas. Know one really know what they're for, but it's assumed that they control their body temp. (Ex: Like what I said about the steam coming from their eyes.) Lastly for the appearance part, is the coloring of Organi. There is really nothing genetic about it, and the color may become bolder or may fade as they grow, but It always stays one color. And everything un-human about them and their hair revolves around that one color. This is the last bit about them, I swear. One major thing about the difference in between Koradon (their home country in on their home planet, if you forgot) is the amount of gravity. It is about 50% weaker here on Earth than it is in Koradon, so when an Organo steps through the portal, their average strength, speed, and feeling-reading abilities are increased by 50% due to the lack of gravity on Earth. Their speed and strength seem like a super hero's, and their feeling-reading tentacles reading minds instead of emotions, along with one extra Earth-only ability. that is either Telekinesis (moving things with their mind) or Teleporting objects (Send a vase (example) from here to there). Tired are you now? Well, that's ok because were at the point where you learn about the plot. Wich is legit like three sentences. Plot: Of you chose to be an Organo- You have been given the ability to travel to a newly discovered planet called Earth through a teleportation/portal like science. The portal obeys your command, and it is your personal portal in between Earth and Koradon. If you chose to be a human-You find an Organo somewhere and you become friends/acquaintances/enemies. You're rather scared of them at first, and they feel the exact same way towards you/ ps- You can be just a human, just an Organo, or both. mkmk Im done now ;0; Ik that was a lot but heyhey rp-ing.... .D. I was 13 I was 13 I was 13 I was in 7th grade. It was middle school. God I just want to gag looking at that but that's- that's how they started out. And no one did it (clearly), but that how it went. Originally Atlas said goodbye to Meg forever and they split ways, always knowing of the other but totally unable to contact each other. And, in all honesty, I think that's the best possible ending for this story. I think it should have stopped there and it should have followed Meg knowing that there are others out there and that humanity is not alone. But I had a lot of trouble accepting that ending, and decided on a little AU where they didn't have to say goodbye and Meg came to Korad. It was... interesting. Back then it was normal, of course, but looking back it feels so foreign. Definitely nostalgic. Meg went to school with Atl'as and there wasn't a problem. Atl'as's mother was a biologist, his father was a scientist. There was nothing wrong with Meg being there at all. Pyron, who was, at the time, named Peyton, still existed. He was the third character to come into form. He had his own story surrounding admitting to his crush Scarlett (who would later evolve into Rexxah) and trying to avoid her older brother, Zach (AKA Zaj'ora). Turns out, though, Peyton and Zach had a lot more chemistry, and I decided to make them gay for each other (This early in the story, it was still pretty gendered). His mommy issues spawned from being gay. Unoriginal. And then I scrapped it and changed it into "I don't like him because you can't have kids" which still felt uber yuck. So I just made her into a bad person overall. And then I realized that I had no use or need for their father, so I made it that he got arrested pretty early on. Again because their mother sucks. I don't remember what order these next few things came in, but I changed their names from Atlas, Peyton, Zachary, Scarlett, and Gilligan into Atl'as, Pyron, Zaj'ora, Rexxah, and Gallian. They're still verry similar, but I decided that it didn't make sense for aliens to speak human languages. And if they didn't speak human languages, then it didn't make much sense for them to have human names. So I changed them. Atl'as and Pyron became royalty somehow. And I created Gallian and remade Rexxah. Everything was a blur. I know Gallian was made in late 2017-early 2018. I wanted to go into what would happen if the roles were reversed. She ended up in a sea world-esk park and was forced to preform. It was a fun story to play around with, but it never went anywhere. Dwellers happened before Deepies, and Deepies are a good year older than Freezers. Freezers came about because I saw Gal a certain way in my head and needed an explanation. They developed slowly, but I can't really pinpoint where so many of the developments started. Rhenomah started as a bedtime story Atl'as told Meg, with the soul image of Rhenomah leaning down to give someone a kiss on the top of a head. Like a blessing of sorts. I will say, though, that most of the development happened to a singular song. There are a few more songs that I would just. Listen on repeat while I thought about them. They all bring me mad nostalgia.
It got to the point where I'd feel like I knew their world better than my own. I know how to navigate Korad and I know the history and everything about it. It's familiar. And after spending all these years writing and drawing and living in it, I feel like I belong there more than I do here. Their world makes sense to me, and I turn to it as a comfort. It's gotten to the point where I have to force myself to think of characters as humans when I read a book because Organics just. Dominates my mind. Usually I can separate myself and my characters, I can live my day to day life without them, but this has permeated into everything I do. I feel like its apart of my identity now. I would not be who I am today without my fish. They're not everyone's cup of tea, and that okay. I don't expect too many people to like them. Never as much as I do, anyway. But I hope they can bring a little joy to someone's life. There's gotta be at least someone out there who'll love 'em. Ok that's kind of a lie. It's not really an AMV. Which is unusual because I usually do AMVs. But I just think the lyrics fit really well. It's "The Graduate" by The Arcadian Wild. It fits Meg and Atl'as more that it probably should. I just want to do a little breakdown of the lyrics and why it fits them so well. When you were younger You dreamed of being tall The whole song is from At'as's point of view as Meg transitions to life on Korad. He looks back on her when she was young, back before the collapse. She was ambitious and smart and wanted to do everything in the world at once. But you discovered Growing up just leaves you feeling small Meg after waking up on Korad is a different person. She's scared and weak and, compared to everything around her, very very small. While you were sleeping Everything changed at once After the collapse, Meg was in a coma for about a year and a half. In that time, Atl'as sprouted up a good three and a half feet, and matured greatly. Pyron has changed as well. She also went through a change of worlds, if that wasn't obvious enough. You woke in the morning And stepped into the stinging light of dawn It took her about another year to regain enough strength to walk and roam out of her bed. Her recovery was very slow, but worth it. Her first steps outside of the dwelling was a big moment. The first time she had felt the sun in three years. You are wandering through the wild You are wondering if and when you’ll reach the other side Atl'as watches her fall in love with Korad, but she's homesick. He doesn't know if he's going to be able to get her home. He wants to, but doing so will probably mean saying goodbye for real, and he doesn't know if he can handle that. She wants to go home so badly, but Atl'as lacks both the technology and emotional maturity to do so. Weighed down by a heart of stone Bound to a body of broken bones Fragile and feeling alone But the whole story hasn’t been told He knows Meg is hurting. She's so fragile and sickly, constantly fatigued. Although those in the dwelling (Atl'as, Pyron, Zaj, Rexxah, and Gallian) love Meg, she is isolated in a culture and society with no one who really understands her. Atl'as is determined to make her feel at home. When you were younger You saw all the world was yours Mirrors the first verse and how idealistic Meg was as a young girl. Atl'as is in the same boat as her in this one. Neither of them knew how big things were, how widespread life could be. But you don’t have the same eyes And you cannot believe that any more Neither of them can look at the universe the same now that they know the others world exists. Atl'as acknowledges how, even after all these years of knowing each other, it can still cause some strange emotions. You study the pieces Scattered around the room Meg loves Korad, and she loves the Orgonus she's met. Dearly. She understands that it may take a while for her to get to Earth, and she dives into studies about Korad and those who live here. It engulfs her, and she finds a deep appreciationfor it all. Failing is fruitful So long as we do not forget to move Atl'as decides to start trying to get Meg home. For real, this time. Nothing he is trying works, and he can't get the old notes that his father used. He has to start from scratch. Taking what he knows and simply experimenting. They always fail, but he tries to see them as learning opportunities and move forward. We are wandering through the wild home. We are wondering if and when we’ll reach the other side Weighed down by our hearts of stone Bound to these bodies of broken bones Atl'as and Meg are closer than they ever have been, and he cares for her more than he does for himself. Her pain is his pain, and he's decided that he'll die before he gives up on Meg. He does his best to give her the opportunity to explore Korad and keep his promise to Meg. She will get home. We carry such similar loads Turns out we are not alone As the two struggle, they are supported and surrounded by those in their dwelling. This chosen family provides comfort, and Meg and Atl'as are able to confide in each other without fear. We could cling to comfort, content to run in place Frozen, cause we fear the cost But how can we expect to find out where we ought to go, unless we get a little lost? As time goes on, Atl'as becomes less strict and Meg becomes stronger. Meg still misses Earth, but after all these years, she's come to love Korad as her home. She would be okay living here the rest of her life. Atl'as is hesitant to stop trying. They have switched positions on the issues, it seems. Despite this, Atl'as isn't going to hold Meg back. We are wandering through the wild We are wondering when, not if, we’ll reach the other side The two of them are exploring Korad, now. Meg knows her time is short, and wants to spend as much of it with her family (specifically Atl'as) as she can. "The other side" is not Earth like it was in previous verses. This time it's death. Both Meg and Atl'as know she will die soon. She is happy, but weak. We share a heart of gold We are a body of broken bones When were we ever alone? Together we’ll make our way home Atl''as finds it difficult to accept the inevitability of Meg's death and wears himself out trying to repair her broken body. She knows it wont work, and is okay with it. All she wants is to be at home with him Ok, it's a little sad but I love it. It fits them so well. And Meg's story is bittersweet. She's very happy and dies happy. Atl'as has a very hard time with it. More than he probably should. It's a shame, really. Meg told him it was happening months before hand. She knew. And she wanted Atl'as to know and to accept it and to spend time with him (and everyone else). She wants to explore the world and learn as much as she can. In a way, she's the exact same girl she was way back when. Idk, I love them. A lot.
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