Messmer 𓆟

I’m Messmer or you might know me as Dikke. Genderfluid, girl boy, lesbian, she/he/thou, filly at heart I’m a horse dreamer girl. This is my website or something, I’m gonna host a few things here: OCs, writing, art, interests, maybe a blog, basically my corner of the web. I’m 21, soon to be 22 (wow), writing and rhetoric major, and award winning poet #peakedinhighschool. I work at a haunted house + a grocery store which sounds much less cool and niche. I have autism which is pretty obvious, schizophrenia, and a secret third thing that I don’t feel like listing to strangers. I have too many interests I literally could not list them all if I tried, but my special interests are as follows: Uma Musume Pretty Derby, Skylanders, Japanese Horse Racing (Keiba), Meisho clan horses, and Salmon Migration Patters. I love anything horror related, really REALLY fixated on Outlast, No I'm Not a Human, Steel Ball Run, Dexter, and Silksong rn. 🏆︎

💰🏇 I said I wasn’t going to try, but lowkey I am going to try to list a lot of my interests erm: Uma Musume Pretty Derby, Horses, JJBA, Moral Orel, Family Guy, Invincible, Skylanders, Horror, Jordan Peele, Horse Racing, Meisho clan, FNAF, Soulsborne games, Junji Ito, Deltarune, One Piece, LoL, IDV, Blue Archive, Dinosaurs, Splatoon, Persona 3, entire Avatar franchise, Love and Deepspace, Hades, Hollowknight, Chainsaw Man, Fear and Hunger, Atarashii Gakko, Zenless Zone Zero, Persona 5, Space Station 14/13, The Boys, Attack on Titan, Dandy’s World, League of Legends, Elden Ring, Subnautica, Watership Down, Lord of the Flies, DnD, Tails of Iron, Mouthwashing- idek bro theres probably more

Characters I really really really love I LOVE THEM 🐮 Johnny Joestar, Ant Tenna, Meisho Doto, Gentildonna, Oliver Grayson, Mark Grayson, Ken Amada, Akihiko Sanada, Wireface, Hyun-ju, Narancia Ghirga, Giorno Giovanna, Shakra, Hina Sorasaki, Hange Zoe, Stewie Griffin, Homelander, Aegon Targaryen ii, Chishiya Shuntaro, Xavier (Love and Deepspace), Mother Gooseberry, Leyland Coyle, Franco Barbi (sorry), Arora Kress, Lucy R1999 🍼🐁

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕀 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣?

Nicks Buckingham was a nobody by all definitions. She was born into a poor family, was unable to attend any form of education, and had nothing more going for her in life besides the urging from her grandfather to try and marry rich. She lived on a farm with him, being the only family she had left after both her parents died in a house fire, and her brother went missing. The one dream she always had was to make it big as a jockey; she’d register under her brother’s name, race, ride it out on the track, but was wildly unsuccessful. She won very little money, nothing close enough to be able to support herself, nonetheless her grandfather, animals, and the farm, forcing them to slowly start to liquidate everything. No more horses, no more animals, just a sad quiet house that seemed to suck the life out of her. She never imagined herself to be a criminal, couldn’t predict that there would ever be a time where she’d resort to such measures- but for that dream, that win, she’d do anything. Under the cover of night she jumped the fence of a large estate, they had fine horses, great horses, she just needed one chance to prove that she was worth something, that she could be on top. Being an unpracticed thief, things didn’t go well, the horse she grabbed was loud, abrasive, and utterly bad tempered- she was caught riding him out of the front gate. Surprisingly, instead of being met with cuffs and jail time, she was instead viewed as heaven sent. Distant Winner, the prized three year old she was trying to escape with, had injured several and killed two jockeys due to his unpredictable and aggressive temperament, yet here she was, handling him. She was hired on the spot, becoming his only jockey, and for the first time ever, she won. She joined the Steel Ball Run on request from her employers, the money would go to them, but the fame? The view from the lead would be hers.

She first met Johnny before the race due to Distant Winner’s infatuation with Slow Dancer, which would only continue throughout the event as they routinely ended up close together. They became closer during the late half of the first stage into the second: Slow Dancer threw a shoe, she had extras and fitted them. Despite being registered to run under her brother’s name, she didn’t exactly pretend to be a man, always introduced herself with her name, her benefactors would bail her out should trouble come from it. For her, it was love at first sight, he instantly stood out: handsome, strong, passionate, she’d never describe herself as any form of perverted until after she met him. A fun fact about her is she has incredibly weak blood vessels in her nose causing her to get frequent nosebleeds, usually they’re triggered by straining or breathing too roughly, due to this she often get’s them when excited.

Stand - Tunnel of Love

Stand ability: When it's user is threatened, Tunnel of Love stretches its body to form a protective barrier around its user or the aggressor. This 'tunnel' is impenitrable to anyone other than the user or those the stand allows in. The interior of the barrier projects bright illusions and can completely control the appearance of its insides: it can look like you are in an endless field, a carnival ride, an old memory. It seeks to comforts it's user, however when covering an aggressor it projects nightmarish scenery or dream-like imagery in an attempt to lure them into a sense of security. Tunnel of Love is a self aware stand that activates and deactivates on it's own accord, it does not always listen to its user.

Horse: Distant Winner (Long Distance Winner, Buckingham Nicks) Distant Winner is a moody, aggresive, and overall ill tempered stallion. He is a grey thoroughbred with a pure white face, and two white socks. He wears a figure eight noseband bridle, as well as splint boots

𝕙𝕒𝕙𝕒𝕙𝕒! ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣! 𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕒𝕕.

Last To Finish, usually referred to with her nickname Lastoff, is a student at Tracen Academy. She is an end closer/late surger who likes to wait until the last moment to try and spur herself to the front. Prior to her enrollment, she lived out in the country and was homeschooled by her parents. Despite her name, she’s performed pretty well, winning her debut race again Gentildonna. She isn’t driven by a want to win, but a need to run with her peers. She wants to be surrounded by her friends, feeling the wind in their hair, it doesn’t matter whether or not she’s in the lead as long as she isn’t alone. That isn’t to say she doesn’t want to win, but that it isn’t what drives her to succeed. Her first friend she made at Tracen, Goldship, also happens to be her roommate. They get along incredibly well even though their personalities are different.

The first time she met Meisho Doto was in homeroom, where they both were tasked with cleaning up the classroom afterwards. There was an instant connection, like some hand of fate drew them together. They trained together, had sleepovers, and eventually things became spoken into truth. Gentildonna, whom she’s races against often, doesn’t see her as a rival due to her lack of drive to win- yet because Gentil has lost to her before, there is a large amount of tension that brings them together.

Yes they’re both dating her I don’t care, I love them both dearly and they provide for me in different ways, though my heart belonged to my dearest Doto first.

She has an A in turf, a C in dirt, A long, C medium, A mile, F sprint (F frontrunner, E pace chaser, A late surger, A end closer.) Her ability is called RunxRunxRun: When in the back of the pack on the final corner, greatly increase speed and acceleration to catch up to another runner moving up in the final spurt. If in the midpack or further, fluster runners making their move to the front of the pack.

𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕.

Mehri is an immigrant from Kazakhstan, she moved to Russia as a part of a work study program in college. She wants to further her education in order to support her mother, who dropped out of high school. While abroad, she started work at a grocery store. It wasn’t much, but it paid enough to support herself while in school. Prior to the world going to shit, her life was good- not ideal, she still struggled with some of the language, didn’t have many friends, but she was hopeful for the future.

When everything started, she was at work. They hunkered down for a week or so, the store was the perfect place to be. That was, until supplies started going missing. Accusations were thrown every which way, and Mehri was caught in the crossfire. People started hurting each other, someone held her arm out an open window until the sun had thoroughly cooked it. She was barely able to stay awake in order to flee that night. Returning to her apartment, she her heart dropped, it was ruined; fire, death, every aspect of human evil ran rampant. She stayed in the rubble as long as she could, developing an addiction to heroin in order to calm the pain of her arm. When she ran out, she decided to try and find a new place to stay, leading her to the home owner.

Aleksandre (wireface,) and her get along very well. Both being horribly injured by people that otherwise would have been sane. They find solace in each other despite the grim circumstances. They can’t communicate fully, but when he leaves to try and go home by train, she goes with him.

𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝.

Imogen was fated to fail, she was born into it. Both her parents were addicts, her father was incarcerated before she had ever met him for drug use and domestic violence, and her mother took out each ounce of that trauma onto her. The only solace she found was through the Mother Gooseberry Show. She’d press her face so close to the tv that it would burn just to feel a second of warmth, what she imaged a mother was supposed to be like. She began using at age five, was addicted by six, and her life was already over. Her mother was arrested for abuse when she was 12, and she was thrown around the foster system for a year before she was pretty much given up on- she was broken, couldn’t quit, and only wanted to watch tv. When the show was taken down, and Phyllis was arrested, her world shattered, the television was cold. She ran away from where she was being housed and lived on the streets until adulthood.

She couldn’t hold a job, slept in back alleys and women’s homes when she was able, went to rehab after rehab on the governments dime, life was monotonous. She volunteered for the trials for the money and housing. Being cut cold turkey affected her horribly, and her addiction shifted to the antipsychotics and stimulants she was able to find during the trials. When she came into contact with Mother Gooseberry for the first time, it was like she was a child again, but this time it was real. Their relationship was wrong, unhealthy, yet she sought comfort in the only thing she had ever known as kindness- the end of that familiar drill.

She finds herself content in her position as a reagent currently, she doesn’t exactly want to stay, but neither is she desperate to escape, she’s stuck in a state of static. She can’t move on from her past, her addiction, her childhood, and she sees no future ahead of her to run towards. She’d rather lay on the cold concrete of her rooms floor in a daze until something urges her to stand.

𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕜, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥..

Marnie utterly devoted herself to the concept of justice since before she could even understand what it truly meant. She had wanted to be a police officer, a bringer of justice, though due to her sex she couldn’t instead, she became a private investigator, using a male pseudonym. She had solved homocides, murders, crime scenes were an intricate abode that she felt in control over. If given enough time, she would get an answer: why? Why had such evil consumed a person? Why could they not resist such impulses? Why did they do it? It is an answer she sought, and received time and time again, each reasoning a measure of closure.

When she began to investigate the Buffalo Minotaur, everything changed. She became obsessed, it was the one case she couldn’t crack. No matter how much time passed, no matter the victims, it felt like she was constantly at stage one. She felt stupid, she didn’t know why, she wanted answers- all of them, yet was able to claw her way to none. She poured months, maybe even years into it, everything became about the Minotaur, no other cases mattered, no other criminals matter- why couldn’t she solve it? Why couldn’t she get an answer?

She did, and she had done so several times. Each time the evidence would lead back to the Kress twins, each time she would confront them. They’d give her no answer, dose her with a high amount of the Kress Precursor; clouding her mind with memory loss and confusion, only for her to find her way back to them again and again. To them it was entertainment, a bird whose wings had been clipped by an abusive master, yet did everything in its power to return to the cage to find out why it had been hurt in the first place. It drove her mad, she had discovered them 4 times before they were officially arrested- but she still didn’t have her answer, and so, she followed. It took months for her to get enough information about Sinyala and Murkoff, but when she did, she joined the trials- giving up her lives work in an instant, in here there was nothing but un-answered questions.

One of the reasons Otto and Arora took an interest in her is due to the fact that she was partially conjoined at birth, and had the arm and leg growth from her twin removed shortly after she was born. It wasn’t something her family spoke about, so it wasn’t something she was very aware of herself. Their relationship is that of a cat and mouse, yet neither party can step away.

𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜, 𝕨𝕖'𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕕. 𝟠 𝕡𝕞. 𝕀 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟, 𝕀 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟. 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝

Afoni is an anomaly, born out of love that was wholly pure yet would alienate her for the rest of her life. Her mother, a monster and lightner, and her father, a darkner formed from a gargoyle statue that resided in their guest bedroom. Her parents loved each other, though as her mother grew sicker they spent less and less time together, before she passed away. Afoni’s childhood was full of magical adventures, others called her crazy, but she knew they were real. As she got older, that joy turned into loneliness, she wanted to be normal, she wished she was. There were constant rumors about who her actual father was, both from her peers t school, and adults who judged her mother. When she finally graduated high school she left for college with Asriel, her friend, only to be forced to drop out when she realized if she didn’t consistently return to her darkworld, that she would become a statue. She returned home, crushed, tended to her mother, and when she died she was devastated.

She gave up on a further education, instead getting multiple jobs to make ends meet. The house hadn’t been payed off, bills were high, and losing it meant not only losing what her mother had left her, but losing her life- it wasn’t like she could just break into someone’s house when she needed to go to the dark world.

After the events of chapter 3, Toriel suggested they give the tv to her after she mentions she had to sell hers to cover her mother’s car payment. She, much like her mother, fell for a darkner, the world that she had rejected and tried to shut out once again called to her.

𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤, 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥.

An eccentric scarred woman with a knack for horrible jokes and a deluded sense of humor. She made an effort to kill herself in the sun, however ended her attempt for an unknown reason- though the impression is given that it was some sort of spiritual awakening. If the player chooses to shoot a human or visitor, she will tell them, “They weren’t the visitor, because I am.” This is her attitude towards the events of the game, making many similar comments or ‘jokes’ in this regard. She also claims that the strange pale man outside is her “cousin” since they “both crawled out of the ground together.” Alternatively, she will tell the player other new signs to identify a visitor, followed by a “kidding.” She finds enjoyment in others accusing her to be a visitor.

Overall, she doesn’t care if she lives or dies, seeing the events as the end of times and a natural progression of the world. She thinks people are finally being punished for the horrid nature they’ve created and does not care about being caught in the cross fire. This however progresses to her somewhat seeing herself as a prophet, someone to make sure everyone knows that this has been brought upon themselves- in her eyes heat will purify everything. She does not initially care about the thought of visitors invading the house, in her reasoning “human or not, everyone is just trying to escape the sun.” She is incredibly sardonic, often responding to her lack of visitor traits with dismay or annoyance, “You wish I had white teeth don’t you? Then you’d have a real reason to pull that trigger.”

If the player for whatever reason does two of the same checks in a row she will comment something like, “Another picture? What, you didn’t get my good side the first time?” Or “My nails again? Sure, but if you’re looking to hold my hand just ask.”