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maccreadysbaby · 6 months

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: anxiety attacks

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

i’ve only had one (1) anxiety attack in my life a couple years ago so that is what i based this off of

part twenty-two

❝ EMOTIONAL SUPPORT TIM ❞

MONDAY — 5:12PM — DAY 93

BENTLEY HAD NO IDEA ALFRED BEING GONE MEANT JASON WAS GOING TO BE THE WAYNE FAMILY’S PERSONAL CHEF. He ended up staying at the Manor for the back half of Alfred’s sabbatical, just to cook. Bentley had quickly learned that Bruce destroyed every food he touched — like the toast he tried to make Damian the second day he was sick that ended up being solid black — and Jason had banned him from the kitchen. Actually, everyone was banned from the kitchen except Cass and Bentley.

The latter had actually been so non-destructive that Jason allowed him to help on a couple occasions. It was mostly retrieving things from the fridge and pantry, but he had mixed and measured a few things, too.

Today, he was helping Jason by accompanying Tim to the grocery store.

“Do not forget the lentils,” Jason called from the breezeway that led to the kitchen as Tim and Bentley put their coats on at the door. Bentley couldn’t see him from where he was standing, but he could imagine his expression. It always got a bit more serious when he was ordering people around for the sake of food.

“Just text me the list!” Tim replied back, in a duh tone.

Bentley heard Jason scoff. “You can’t remember it? I thought you were the smartest one of us!”

“Just send it to me!” Tim called back with a huff. Bentley snickered from his spot where he was struggling to zip his black coat. He hadn’t grabbed it on purpose, but he did notice that the tag had a messily sprawled Tim Drake on it. (He’d also noticed that things kept appearing in his wardrobe, new things, but he still preferred the hand-me-downs.)

“Alright, Dory!” Jason called.

Tim turned back to Bentley and rolled his eyes dramatically, glancing down at the coat he was struggling with.

“This one was always terrible to zip,” He stated, crouching down in front of him and completely ignoring Jason’s name-calling. “Wanna see my trick for it?”

“Sure,” Bentley replied, removing his hands from the zipper.

Tim hooked the zipper at the bottom and jerked it upward so violently he almost whacked Bentley right in the face.

“See? Works every time,” He stated, standing back up and patting Bentley’s head. He snickered.

“Thank you,”

“No problem. Anytime you need a zipper yanked, I’m your man,”

Bentley chuckled again as Tim opened the door. “We’re leaving!”

“If I cry it’s not for you!” Jason called back. Tim rolled his eyes again (Bentley was surprised they hadn’t rolled right out of his head yet.) and went out the front door.

The biting cold nipped at Bentley’s skin, and it didn’t take long for the breeze to freeze him to the bone. The overcast sky that was hiding the sun only made the cold worse. Tim made a half-grumble about it being so cold while he fished around in his jacket pocket and unlocked his car.

Tim’s car was Bentley’s favorite. It wasn’t as expensive as Bruce’s, it wasn’t as perfectly taken care of as Jason’s, and it had seat heaters where Dick’s did not. (Maybe my butt is prone to getting hot, Dick had said when Jason had grumbled about it once. I wish my butt was prone to getting hot in fifteen degree weather, Jason had replied.) Bentley had never ridden in Duke or Steph’s cars to make a comparison. (He’d never been in Jason’s, either, but he didn’t really want to. It was like his child.)

They both climbed in quickly to escape the cold, and Tim cranked the heat up and turned the seats on immediately. “I hate winter in Gotham.”

Bentley didn’t say anything, mainly because he spent so much time cooped up somewhere in his father’s house that being outside at all, even when it was freezing, was kind of nice.

They pulled out of the Manor and drove through the massive gate out into Gotham beyond.

The drive consisted of them listening to various songs that played over the radio and changing them when they didn’t like them. Tim only listened to podcasts in the car (which Bentley had learned last time he rode with him to the library, because he’d talked about them all the way there.) so the radio stations were basically experimental. They ended up not liking most of them.

After about twenty minutes and a lot of bad songs, they pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store. It looked more crowded than the library, but it was also bigger, so Bentley assumed it would even out. The whole thing was glowing on the cloudy day, and he was kind of excited to see what the inside looked like.

They booked it through the freezing-cold parking lot and through the automatic doors, into arguably the most colorful place Bentley had ever seen. The whole warehouse-sized building was full of shelves, which were covered in colorful boxes and packages. There were fruit and vegetable stands over to one side, and he could see a neon deli sign peeking out from behind some shelving. There were posters and signs everywhere, and bunches of lights hanging on the ceiling to tell them which checkouts were open. The whole place was buzzing with low chatter, and people scattered here and there with shopping carts full of stuff.

“I like this place even more than the library,” Bentley stated as Tim pulled a cart out of a big metal cart holder thingy Bentley hadn’t seen before.

“Then I’ll bring you with me every time. Grocery shopping usually stresses me out,” Tim stated, pulling the cart around and heading forward, toward the aisles. “But not when I have a cool friend like you with me.”

Bentley smiled as he walked along next to him. His deep brown eyes kept darting every which way, trying their best to take in all the colors.

“Plus, you won’t knock over the cart if you try to ride on it, like Dick does,” Tim explained, fishing out his phone. Bentley assumed he was looking at the list.

“Ride on it?”

“Yeah. He always stands on the rack at the bottom and holds onto the basket like he’s a little kid,” Tim explained, shaking his head. “He’s knocked it over a couple of times. Once when it had a bunch of stuff in it.”

Bentley snickered as they walked toward the vegetable displays. “This list looks like he’s trying to turn us into vegetarians.”

Tim held the phone over to Bentley, and he was right. The message was full of various vegetables and the like. Then, in one extra message at the bottom, it said oh, and beef.

Bentley shrugged. “Everything he’s made has been good.”

“He’s probably conditioning us,”

Bentley chuckled at that, and they continued to the tables. Tim grabbed a little plastic bag off the wall and started squeezing and inspecting various vegetables, bagging up the amounts Jason specified. Bentley took to looking around the store.

After they spent an exorbitant amount of time with the vegetables, they started heading toward the fridge aisles, where the beef was.

Bentley was distracted by watching the candy shelves and stuffed animals and balloons that sat near the checkout pass. He had a hand on the handle of the cart so he wouldn’t get lost.

He and Tim turned into the fridge aisle. But before they disappeared behind the shelves, Bentley saw something that made his heart nearly stop.

At the end of the store, standing in front of the dairy, staring at them…

Was his father. His red hair, his brown eyes, everything. He was wearing a button up and the jacket he only got out for cold days and he was standing right there, staring at them.

Bentley let go of the cart and let Tim drift ahead, counting his fingers once, twice, three times.

His dad was there. And Tim was there. And he was there. And he was awake. He looked back at his father, and then at his hands, and his father was really there.

The only reasonable explanation was that his father knew. His father knew that Bentley liked the Wayne’s and he knew that he didn’t want to complete the plan and he knew that it was day ninety three and Bentley still hadn’t done anything and he was going to kill them. Bentley was going to die.

He pushed himself along behind Tim and they went between the shelves, his heartbeat accelerating until it felt like it was going to break his ribs. Tim stopped to grab something and he spoke, and Bentley nodded wordlessly, because he couldn’t really hear, and the colors in the store were getting duller.

His father was going to kill them while they weren’t home. They were going to die.

Bentley walked along as Tim pushed the cart ahead of him, suddenly feeling really cold and clammy but hot and stuffy at the same time. He could feel his hands shaking, and he tried to tell them to stop and stay still but they wouldn’t listen to him. Actually, nothing was listening to him. His whole body was wracked with nervous tremors and his lungs were taking in air at a rapid rate but it wasn’t doing anything. He couldn’t breathe. His chest felt like it was constricting and his stomach was flopping like a fish and his eyes were burning like he was about to start crying and he couldn’t make it stop. He couldn’t make any of it stop. Why couldn’t he make it stop?

Dumbly, he reached for Tim’s sleeve and pulled on it. He watched him turn around and look at him and say something but he couldn’t hear him. He tried to talk but all that came out was a weird little noise to accompany the hot tears that fell down his face.

His father was about to kill them.

Tim put a hand on his shoulder, his big blue eyes bouncing all over Bentley’s face. The child finally made his hand move just enough to sign the word outside.

Tim abandoned the cart and grabbed Bentley’s shoulders, guiding him toward the doors. He couldn’t see his father in the aisle anymore. The walk felt like a year, and he was glad Tim was holding onto him because everything was spinning a little bit. His arms and legs felt really heavy.

He was going to kill them.

Everything hurt. Bentley’s chest hurt like he’d sucked in some water and his head hurt and his stomach hurt and he thought he might’ve been dying. Could his father kill with a glare? When they made it outside the cold hit him like a truck and he shook with a sudden wave of violent tremors. He was crying and he couldn’t make it stop.

Tim led him to a bench on the outside of the store and sat him down on it, crouching in front of him.

Bentley numbly grasped at the front of his own jacket, like maybe he could get his lungs to work right, but it didn’t help. His head felt like it was pumped full of helium and he couldn’t think. He couldn’t think. He hiccuped from his crying but it turned into coughs. He thought he was going to throw up.

“Bentley, can you talk to me?”

He raised his shaking hands. All of the signs he knew left his brain, and he had to work to bring them back to his memory. He moved his hands quickly and sloppily, royally screwing up a few times, but he hoped Tim would get at least a few of them.

Pain.

Sick.

Faint.

Vomit.

Breathe.

Dying.

Tim took a breath and felt Bentley’s forehead with the back of his hand.

“I think I know what’s going on. You’re not dying. You might feel like it, but you’re not, I promise. Try and take some slow, deep breaths.”

Bentley tried, but it didn’t actually work. All he could think about was his father coming out the front door to kill them. Another wave of violent trembles came over him, and Tim put his hands on Bentley’s knees. The contact made a difference, even if it was only microscopic.

Bentley tried again to suck in a deep breath, but it hurt, and he only ended up crying harder.

Tim unzipped his own jacket, grabbed Bentley’s hand, and put it against his shirt. “Try to breathe at the same time as me, and just as deep.”

He took a long, deep breath, exaggerating the rise and fall of his chest, and Bentley tried his best to follow along. He balled up the material of Tim’s shirt in his hands.

“That’s it, keep going. Your chest won’t hurt so bad once you breathe a bit slower,”

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there and tried to mimic Tim’s breathing, but after a while, the world was starting to come back into focus, and his head felt a little less like a balloon. It was getting dim outside.

“Are you with me, bud?”

Bentley nodded slightly, even though he was still crying some and his stomach still felt rocky. His breathing was mostly under control now, and just like Tim said, his chest barely hurt anymore.

“Can you tell me how you feel?”

He sniffled, and his anxious trembling had meshed together with shivering.

“Cold,” He whispered. “And… my stomach is still funny. And tired. Am I… sick?”

Tim rubbed one of his knees lightly. “No, you’re not sick. I think you just… got a little overstimulated and had something called an anxiety attack.”

Bentley exhaled a shaky breath and looked down at his lap. That didn’t sound good. Was Tim sure he wasn’t sick?

“Have you ever heard of them?” Tim questioned. Bentley sniffled and shook his head no.

“It’s where your body thinks there’s danger when there isn’t. It can make you feel sick, or like you’re dying, but your body’s really just trying to protect you,” The teenager explained lowly.

“Doesn’ feel like protecting,” Bentley murmured. Tim huffed out a little trace of a laugh.

“Never does,” He replied, and he rubbed Bentley’s knee again. “I used to have them a lot, too.”

The child glanced up at him, and sniffed. “You did?”

“Uh-huh. Still do, sometimes,” He admitted. “Is there anything I can do for you, or get you?”

The thought of going back into the store made Bentley’s head swirl a little, because his father was in there. “…I wanna go home.”

Tim nodded once. “Okay. We can go home.”

He didn’t expect Tim to say that. He sat there for a minute until his brain caught up enough to realize that if they actually went home, Jason wouldn’t have what he needed.

“But Jason’s stuff…”

Tim looked at him sadly. “If you’re nervous he’ll be mad, he won’t. You’re more important all of that, Bentley.”

I have more important things to tend to, Bentley, his father had said on numerous occasions. It had never once, in his ten years of living, been you’re more important than all of that, Bentley.

“I’ll just text Dick and tell him to pick up the list on his way home. For now I’m going to take care of you and what you need, okay?”

Bentley nodded emptily.

“If you’re ready to go, I can carry you to the car. Or we can sit here for a bit,”

Staying at the store any longer felt like a deathtrap. “I want to leave.”

Tim smiled lightly and extended his arms. “Okay. Then let’s get out of here, huh?”

Bentley stood up from the cold bench and wrapped his arms around Tim’s neck like he had when he had that terrible nightmare, and Tim picked him up and started retreating to the car.

Tim put him in the passenger’s seat and moved over to the driver’s side, climbing in next to him. “One more thing, and then I’ll be quiet so you can rest.”

Bentley looked over at him.

“If you ever feel like that’s going to happen again, you can come get me. Or anyone, if I’m not home. Everyone in the manor is pretty good at handling those, thanks to yours truly. Even Damian.”

Bentley tried to imagine Damian doing what Tim just did, and it didn’t line up, but he believed him. “Okay.”

Tim started up the car, and they pulled out of the parking lot. Bentley hadn’t realized how tired he actually was until the vehicle started moving, but he turned out to be drop dead exhausted. He wasn’t even sure they made it onto the main road before he fell asleep against the passenger’s side window.

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He woke up slightly when Tim picked him up out of the car. Just enough to grab onto him so he wasn’t a ragdoll.

He heard the front door open and close, and after a few seconds, there was a voice.

“How is he?” Bentley thought it was Bruce.

He heard Tim sigh. “Sleeping now,” He whispered.

“You can put him in the den,”

Tim shook his head a little. “I want him with me. I have work to finish anyhow. I’ll ask him if he wants dinner in a bit.”

“Alright,”

Bentley felt Tim go up, up, up the stairs and take a left instead of a right. He laid him down in a bed and covered him up, and then there was silence, and then the mattress dipped beside him. Bentley heard laptop keys.

He opened his eyes just enough to see that he was in Tim’s room. The Tim in question had posted up beside him with his laptop and a file folder sitting on the comforter. Bentley shifted closer to him, grabbed onto a little bit of his hoodie, and went back to sleep.

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dedicated to @sassenashsworld

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thatringboy · 3 years

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Me to me: Nooo don’t make an Inazuman oc you already have two OCs from Liyue and Natlan who you said you’d revamp and besides, you’re probably going to lose interest in this one soon Also Me, getting way to invested in Inazuma lore: HEY EVERYONE COME MEET MY NEW OC HIIRAGI YORICHI, A HYDRO SWORD USER WHO’S AUTISTIC LIKE ME

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Buried Beauty

“My duty is first to the people of my homeland, then the Kanjou Commission. Make no mistake, Baal must be stopped, but not at the expense of the people.”

The firstborn son of the Hiiragi Clan who’s name means “first gift”. He grew up in Sumeru Academy, but has returned to Ritou to take up his father’s yoke over the Kanjou Commission

General Information

Name: Hiiragi Yorichi

Age: 28

Affiliation: Hiiragi Clan

Birthdate: January 17

Starsign: Capricorn

Constellation: Thesauros Sepultus

Weapon: Sword

Vision: Hydro

Voice Claims

CVA: Zhang Jie

JVA: Tasuku Hatanaka

EVA: Kyle Phillips

Voice Lines

Good Morning: Hmm? Oh, yes, greetings Traveler and Paimon. Sorry, I didn’t see you there… I’m not much of a morning person

Good Afternoon: Did I miss lunch again? Eh, oh well. Traveler, wanna run by Miss Ryouko’s to get some food?

Good Evening: If I don’t get back soon, Chisato will certainly send someone out to find me

Good Night: Can you get back on your own? I’m afraid that I must return to Ritou for the evening

When It Rains: Quickly! The rain will cover our tracks!

When It Snows: Huh? Wow it got cold fast! Better go find some shelter before I accidentally freeze us

When It’s Sunny: Be careful, our enemies can see clearly in broad daylight

Favorite Food: Mmm, I could go for some Mondstat Grilled Fish right about now… I had it once during their Ludi Harpastum Festival that my Senpai took me to one year and I’ve just fallen in love with the flavour!

Least Favorite Food: Is… is that cabbage? No no, there’s nothing wrong, just don’t expect me to eat any. Why? Well… I don’t like the texture at all! Eating it feels like slime going down my throat which closes up my airways and then that sensation makes my brain feel like someone shoved a wet blanket between my ears and wrapped it around my brain! Please… never make me eat cabbage…

About: Vision: My Vision? How did I get mine? Well, since you asked so nicely, it appeared to me in a dream during the end of the first year of the Sakoku Decree. I had cried myself to sleep because of the anguish I felt coming from those who had their Visions stolen - those who I had sworn to protect as a Clan Heir - and I cursed out Celestia for allowing this to happen. In my dream, I appeared before seven giant thrones all glowing with elemental magic. In the blue throne sat a woman who gave off so much power that I could not gaze upon her. Yet, her words always resonate in my heart: “Your loyalties may change, but never change your principles. Do no harm to others, but do not let harm fall upon you and those you love.” When I woke up, the Vision was tucked under my pillow!

About: Kanjou Commission: One day, it will be my duty to oversee the Kanjou Commission. Am I ready? Probably not. Do I have a choice? Also no. I just want to make everyone proud… but how can I do that when father has already deemed me an embarrassment to the Hiiragi Clan simply because of who I am?

About: Sumeru Academy: The Academy? I grew up there! Fourteen years I spent roaming the halls absorbing all of the knowledge I could! *Sigh*… maybe if the Travel Ban gets lifted, I’ll show you around my old stomping grounds!

About: Ritou: I’m friends with some of the guys at the Outlander’s Trade Association. What do you wish to see? Want to head by a jewelry shop? Get some food?

About: Interests: Wanna know a secret? Deep down, I’m an alchemist at heart! Anything alchemy related, I’m sure I can be of use! It’s my special interest! Did you know that the luminescent spines of a firefly can—wait wait no I’m sorry. Father says that people get bored of my ramblings, my apologies for wasting your time…

About: Swords: You may have noticed that my sword technique is different from the samurai of Inazuma. That is because I learned how to use my blade at the Academy. I forged this blade myself when I turned twenty. Would you like to hold it?

About Ayaka: Miss Kamisato? I’ve met her once and she seems nice, but I still feel uneasy around her. But maybe that’s just me

About Raiden Shogun: You want to know why I refer to the Shogun as “Baal”? Well, that’s because I didn’t grow up in a place that calls her the “Raiden Shogun”. I’m used to my peers referring to her as “Baal” and I’ve yet to drop the habit. Also, I don’t have much respect for her, but don’t tell anyone that

About Ayato: Never met him, but his description gives me the creeps! Never appears in public, leaving his little sister to do all the work? The nerve of that guy! O-oh… that sounds like me? Ehe-he… oops

About Yoimiya: Oh Miss Naganohara! She makes the best fireworks! She and I are actually a lot alike. What, you don’t see it? I guess that comes from me spending a lifetime hiding my inner enthusiasm while she never quite grew up. We should go to the next firework festival to see her, I’m sure she’d love that! But… from a distance please. The popping noises from the fireworks hurt my ears

About Kaeya: The Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, huh? I’m curious to see how the pieces fall into place… what was that? Oh, it’s nothing… just gossip from some old colleagues

About Diluc: Diluc? Who’s that? Owner of the Dawn Winery? The Ragnvindr Clan? Nope, doesn’t ring a bell. The Darknight Hero? Of course! Why didn’t you just say that?! Yeah I know who you’re talking about now! What? He’s got a Vision too? I guess that guy’s just full of surprises

About Childe: So, that weasel is actually a Fatui Harbinger? Why am I not surprised... O-oh when did I meet him? After I graduated from the Academy. Did I sound too surprised about his identity? Sorry, when I knew him, he used a different name

About Albedo: Ah… the son of Rhinedottir. His master actually attended one of my lectures when I was younger in secret. I think they were using an alias during that time but I spoke to them in private. It was interesting to learn different things about ancient alchemy techniques from another land. I think Albedo is currently an alchemist in Mondstat, right? I’ll visit him when the Travel Ban is lifted to exchange notes

About Klee: Klee, daughter of Alice? Eh, I haven’t heard good things. I’m not a big fan of explosions... but that doesn’t mean that she’s a bad kid! I’m sure if I met her, we’d be friends

About Lisa: Minci-Senpai! We worked together a lot at the Acadmia! Why did I call her senpai when I’m older than her? Well, because she’s the Grandmage!!! Everyone knows how smart and powerful Minci-Senpai is! Once, she tasked me with finding ways to preserve pure Electro organisms. So, I coated the inside of a jar with Hydro Slime condensate so that her Electro roses can continuously be charged by the Hydro energy… Sorry, I’m getting carried away

About Mona: What, do you think that all Hydro users who practice magic know each other? Well, I do know Miss Megistus, but you can’t assume that! I met her and her master once during a lecture on fortune telling with the use of elemental abilities. Now that I have a Vision of my own, I will see if I can implement their techniques into my own practice

About Sara: To be perfectly honest, I’ve never met her. We may be the heirs to our Clans and our respective Commissions, but I’ve never had a conversation with her. Naturally, as a Vision holder and she as the spearhead of the Tenryou Commission, I am her enemy. However, as the heir to the Hiiragi Clan, I must keep up formalities. Besides, my dear sister Chisato is being courted by another member of the Kujou clan, Kujou Kamaji, and I don’t want to do anything to ruin that. You won’t turn me and my Vision in to her, right?

About Cyno: Ah, Master Cyno, one of the smartest members of the Academy. I owe a lot of my development to him. I don’t think I would have finished my Thesis paper on the eighth nation without his guidance

About: Names: You know, my name means “first treasure”, but despite such an endearing name, my father has yet to reveal my face to the public and claim me as his heir. He was also the one to send me away when I was a boy to Sumeru because I was not like other children. Was I meant to be gift to my family? To the other nations? Was I an unwanted gift? … Oh, sorry about that. I don’t usually get dark like that! Tell me, Traveller, what does your name mean?

About: Politics: Ugh… Sakoku Decree this, honor the Commissions that, I don’t understand any of it. If I’m ever left in charge, I’m sure that I could handle the bureaucratic side, but the people side? I get overwhelmed when talking to people I’m not comfortable with. I shut down mentally, fumble over my words and eventually I end up having a panic attack and Chisato has to pull me from the room. My father thought that I would have grown out of those outbursts when I got older, but I’ve only found a way to mask my behaviors. But you’re different, you haven’t looked at me like a child nor spoken less of me simply because I’m different, why is that?

About: Family: My mother passed away while I was gone, my father Shinsuke is the head of the Kanjou Commission and my younger sister Chisato is his main assistant. When my father gets upset, Chisato is always the one who has my back and in turn, I’ve begun escorting her secretly to Kondo Village to meet with her secret lover, Kujou Kamaji. I guess that’s what siblings do for each other, we protect each other from everything because no matter what we go through, no matter what arguments we have, we always will have each other. Ah, Traveler! I didn’t say anything to make you upset, did I?

About: Khaenri’ah: … You ask a lot of questions, don’t you? What do you think I know about that cursed place? Yeah, I wrote my Thesis paper on Khaenri’ah, but that was a while ago and I’ve learned my lesson. Now, the only connections I have to that place are hearsay from lecturers, rumors at the Academy and the plucked plume of a proud peacock.

About: Time Gap: Huh? Oh yeah, I went to Sumeru when I was seven and studied there for fourteen years. Uh… what did I do for the missing five years of my life before returning to Ritou? Ehe-he… I don’t think I’m allowed to say everything, but I can tell you this: that’s the time that I met a disgraced Knight, a bloodthirsty child and learned how to wield a sword. I was able to travel with them while writing my Thesis paper. Ah… how time flies when working with like minded people

This is the most thought I’ve ever put into an OC, I hope you like him!

#Just casually throws in that Yorichi is part of the same information gathering organization as Diluc #I really like Yorichi and I hope the rest of you do too #genshin impact #genshin impact oc #hiiragi yorichi #hydro character

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mystic-scripture · 5 years

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12/12/12 Tag Game!

I was tagged by the @little-miss-emmalie Thank you so much for tagging me!

Rules: Answer 12 questions from the point of view of one of your OCs, ask 12 questions, tag 12 people

Since I’ve been working with this fic most recently (as well as thinking about one or the other a lot) I’m gonna go with my Teen Wolf OC Danny McGrath (With Interruptions from Steph)!

My questions:

1. Biggest guilty pleasure?

“I may or may not be known to…” Danny sighs looking at the smug look on his little sister’s face “Not leave the room when Steph is watching her stupid CW Melodramas.” He shrugs nonchalantly, “But only because of all the absolutely HOT girls.”

Steph snorts a little before raising an eyebrow at him. “How do you justify Supernatural then?”

“Uh, seeing humans come up with stupid ideas on how to kill us, Duh.”

2. How does one prove that they love you?

“They have to understand that my family comes first, be it pack or my blood-”

Steph covers his mouth and looks deadpan. “Be a female that pays attention to him. And give him regular snuggles and head scratches.”

Swatting his sister’s hand away, Danny Scoffs. “Contrary to our supernatural lineage I am not a dog, Stephanie.”

“You’re also not fooling anyone with your supposedly deep and sensitive answer, Daniel.”

3. What is your greatest weakness?

“Oh, she’s a 5’9” ginger that gets herself into trouble.” Danny wraps an arm around Steph in a protective squeeze. “Is a pain in my ass, and I can just never say no to her.” Steph opens her mouth to say something, but he covers her mouth. “And she doesn’t get input on this one. Next?”

4. What is your greatest strength?

“He’s loyal to a fault.” Steph says after being freed from her brother’s grasp after she licked his hand. “If you have Danny on your side you have someone who will always always be in your corner. All joking aside it’s great to have someone like that on your team.”

“That was almost touching, sis.” Danny wiped his hand on his shirt. “But why do I have a feeling that-”

“It’s what makes him such a Good Boy.” Steph pats his head, a Cheshire grin stretching across her face. Danny just drops his head in defeat, having anticipated this already.

5. How would you describe yourself?

“Physically? Well-”

“He thinks he’s some kind of Adonis or something, so I’ll save you from having to hear about that part.” Steph said, looking at her brother, “Unless you want more Dog jokes?”

“You’re lucky you’re my favorite-”

“Only!”

“Sister…” Danny sighed, scratching at the back of his head. “I’m a self-aware Jock who likes to joke around, but when it comes to my family, I am super serious. Not much to me other than that.”

6. What is your fondest memory?

Danny smiles to himself turning to his sister. “Do you remember the day that we went to the Lahey’s and camped in the front yard?”

Steph smiled, “You mean when all the boys did, and since I had to come over too, Mrs. Lahey and I pitched our own? Isaac had come to hang out with us, and then you two idiots came over and scared the crap out of us?”

“We didn’t know that she had been telling them ghost stories- me and Cam that is- and so right as she got to a jump scare part-” Danny started to elaborate only for Steph to take over again.

“Danny decided to shine the flashlight under his face and ask why Isaac left them behind.”

“Isaac screamed, Steph punched me through the tent, and Cam tripped laughing causing the tent to collapse. We all ended up making a giant blanket fort inside and watching cartoons until Isaac could fall asleep.” Danny finished, I’m pretty sure that I was banned from any story telling nights from then on out.”

7. What is your darkest memory?

All the previous laughter and teasing suddenly stopped, Daniel looking over to his sister. “I know for Steph it’s probably the day that Dad left… and I have to agree, it was pretty dark. But I don’t think I can talk about my Darkest day with her still here.”

Steph looked at him worriedly, “Danny no… You know you can say any-”

“That’s the end of that question, Steph.” He cut her off his once open and teasing expression closing off into a much more serious one. “What else have you got for me…or us I should say.”

An easy smile came across is have, all signs of darkness gone in the blink of an eye.

8. Are you proud of the person you are now?

“The person I am now isn’t the same person who started this…so I don’t know. I just know that I want to be. There are days that I am, and days that I’m not. It’s all a matter of circumstance.”

9. What are you most afraid of?

Danny gave his distracted sister a worried look. “The fact that she who always has a comment was silent for that. Or to generalize, when she doesn’t have something to say, it terrifies me.”

“It’s your interview dude, I’m just waiting to go home.”

Danny shrugs her comment off, but there is a deep concern hidden in the depths of his eyes as Steph quiets down again, picking at her nail beds.

10. Who do you trust the most?

“That tall little munchkin over there. I can always rely on her for a partner in crime, a shoulder to lean on, or just a pair of ears to hear me vent.”

“Gag me now.” She groaned, “You are such a freaking sap.”

“You know you love it.”

11. Do you consider yourself a good person?

“That depends on the day, the person, the situation…” Danny trailed off, wagging his eyebrows suggestively, “The setting I’m in.”

“Eww, stop being so gross with your innuendos!”

“What about what you said about it being my interview?”

“That didn’t mean to start flirting who whoever is gonna be reading or watching this.”

“Eh, whatever.”

12. If you could have any talent what would it be?

“The ability to make my sister shut up whenever I wanted.”

“Asshole.”

“And there is a prime example of why.”

Not sure if I really did that right, but I think this shows their relationship perfectly! It also helped me cheat and do two people instead of one, haha.

The New Questions are as Follows:

1. What is your Favorite Book?

2. Are you more of a talker or a listener?

3. What five movies best describe your personality?

4. What do you look for in a Significant Other?

5. Who in your life (outside of family) inspires you?

6. What is your Biggest Pet Peeve?

7. Do you agree with your JK Rowling sorting, or do you feel like you belong in a different one?

8. Marvel or DC and why?

9. What is your go to take out order when you’re home alone?

10. Do you like the transitional Seasons (Spring/ Fall) or the Full-Blown Seasons (Summer/ Winter)?

11. What is one thing you try to hide about yourself in a first impression?

12. Where do you feel the most at home/safest to be yourself?

I tag: @yourpalmoony @captdnvrs @whindsor @missecharlotte @ceruleanmusings @ofbadchoices @purple-and-red-ribbons @charlieoswin @susiesamurai @perfectlystiles @nixdragon and @chuck-hansens

#I was tagged #fun tag things #thanks for tagging me!

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chaotic-good-hawke · 5 years

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Scavenger Hunt, 2486 words

This is a (belated) birthday gift for the lovely and talented, @mocha-writes! Featuring her OC, Solomon Trevelyan, and my own two OCs, Hela Lavellan and Ronan Trevelyan. I wasn’t planning for it to be so long, but I got a little carried away...anyways, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOCHA!!!!

Hela and Sera had gotten up very early that morning, before the sun rose. The air was crisp and brisk, the autumn winds cold off the snowy mountains.

Together they had managed to sneak into the Solomon’s quarters, planting a letter beside his bed, before hurrying away.

They couldn’t wait for him to open it.

The first clue to their scavenger hunt.

It took much longer than they had hoped, waiting for the sun to rise, meeting up with Ronan and checking that everything was in place, running here and there putting the finishing touches on things. It had to be perfect.

Hela and Sera currently hid behind Varric’s table in the great hall, mostly whispering as they waited for the Inquisitor to descend. It was hard to keep quiet, since boredom was instigating tickles and jabs. Their elf ears twitched when they heard the tell-tale creak of the door at the end of the hall. Peeking over the table, they saw the inquisitor approach the throne, twining a multi-colored scarf around his neck.

He had found the first surprise, obviously. Cole had not really hidden it so much as draped it across the door into the great hall, with the second clue tucked underneath it. It was made from scraps, a thing made from cast-offs, but lovely sewn together by the spirit boy. Cole had a matching one himself. He had said it was to keep the inquisitor warm.

They watched as Solomon found the basket behind the judgement seat, inside, Hela knew, was a book of romantic poetry, scandalous for its positive portrayal of elves and elven/human relationships. Ronan had looked hard for a copy, Cass finally pointing him to a dealer in rare books, that she blushed when asked teasingly why she knew the person sold near-banned romantic texts.

Solomon paused against the chair, adjusting his glasses, reading the third clue left with the book. His face held an air of concentration, but also surprise, perhaps bewilderment even.

“Y’think he needs a hint?” Sera whispered.

“Shh!” Hela replied, “Give him a minute.” Her tone was teasing, ears flicking in her excitement.

They didn’t have to wait long for the inquisitor to nod to himself and head for the door to the undercroft. So far so good.

The Inquisitor was gone long enough for Sera and Hela to relocate to behind the door to Josephine’s office. They were lucky it was still early and the hall wasn’t full up with dignitaries and ambassadors, so peering out into the hall they were able to see Solomon enter again, this time with a large purple silken handkerchief tied around the handle of the basket. Sera had embroidered it with little yellow bees, naturally exploding from a bee bomb. She had sworn a lot when she sewed it, pricking her fingers more often than not, but Hela had encouraged her and she was determined to finish it for Solomon.

Solomon next wandered over to Varric’s hearth, easily finding a tome on archaic magic that Solas had found hidden away in the old library downstairs. It was leather-bound and pages were illuminated with diagrams and illustrations. It was a bit dense for Hela’s taste, but it was just the kind of thing the Hahren would like. The two tricksters watched him set it in the basket and pick up the next note. He read quickly and thoughtfully, sure steps leading him through another door down to the kitchens.

“See, he’s got this.” Hela said, standing up and stepping into the hall.

“Hope he likes the cookies.” Sera said. They had baked cookies last night, which he would find waiting for him in the kitchen. The ones they had made should be edible, which hey, it was only the third batch they had made together. And well, if they weren’t, they could work as impromptu projectiles, so win-win.

“Come on, let’s go let Ronan know it’s his turn.”

“Race you!” Sera said, speeding off towards the library, Hela laughing to catch up to her. It was going perfectly.

Ronan heard them before he saw them, spying the two rambunctious elves at the bottom of the rotunda, cackling and pushing each other. Hela gave him a salute and whistle, before pulling Sera out again, stumbling back in a rush.

Taking his cue, he exited to the balcony on the third floor, getting a view of the lower courtyard and stables. If everything went as planned, Solomon would be emerging there in a few minutes.

As the wind ruffles his hair, he used a spell to warm his hands and considered what brought them here. It had been chance that had them all back at Skyhold. When Hela and Ronan had realized what day it would be, they had plotted together, recruiting other around Skyhold to their shenanigans.

And it was working, as he saw Solomon below. His cousin, however distant. Besides his grandmother, Solomon was about the only Trevelyan that Ronan would claim as kin. He was a good man.

Solomon made it to the stables, hidden from view, but Ronan had little doubt that he would find the carved owl paperweight that Warden Blackwall had carved. He had painted it white, with delicate plumage outlined and bright violet eyes. The burly man was surprisingly talented, a deft hand at crafts.

Ronan tapped his fingers against the stone, a smile on his face. He had found much here with the Inquisition. Freedom, friends, something to believe in.

His thoughts must have wandered farther and longer than he realized, for Solomon had slipped past his notice and was in the library, finding the gift wrapped in the seat he usually sat in when reading there.

Hela had sneaked a peak at what Leliana had gotten him. She was surprised, for they were a set of small elven ear cuffs, pointed and delicate, simple, yet elegant in design. Small enough to hide under long hair, as the inquisitor was wont to do with his ears, if he chose to. Hela wouldn’t tell him what the personal note said, uncharacteristically tightlipped about it, simply saying it was what the hahren needed to hear.

As soon as Solomon left the library, Ronan booked it down the stairs, entering the great hall, but sliding along the wall so that the inquisitor couldn’t see him. He was in Vivienne’s alcove, surely finding the new traveling alchemical set that she had imported specially for him. Practical, a shared interest. It was expensive, but Vivienne had waved away the cost, saying a favor was owed her.

Ronan barely managed to reach the large doors when Solomon descended, crossing to Josephine’s office.

In the War Room, set on the map, he would find a book of artistic landscape etchings from across Thedas. Ronan knew how much his cousin loved the scenery of Thedas, loved travelling and exploring. He hoped that he would enjoy have a stand-in for when he was stuck at Skyhold or at noble functions.

Ronan moved to shadow Solomon when he left, albeit with only a little success. The mage was not known for being stealthy. However, he was able to witness the inquisitor find the mug of hot chocolate from The Iron Bull, left at the bar with Cabot and kept warm with a minor spell from Hela. It also included a note that the man could raid Bull’s stash whenever he needed, a generous offer from the qunari, given his love of the stuff.

He couldn’t quite see Solomon uncover the bundle left by Hela in the place Cole usually frequented, but since he headed out the door towards the mage tower, he must have found it. Hela had it made special, had her cousin Fenrir send it from her clan in the Free Marches. From her stories, Ronan wasn’t sure what to really expect from the clan. They were either the friendliest and smartest Dalish in all the world or the strongest and most likely to roast a lone human over a spit…most terrifying was the possibility that it was both. It was difficult at times to shift truth from fiction and exaggeration around the elf.

But anyways, she had requested and received a Dalish hair comb, carved with a Halla and an Elvhen blessing. And, because she felt that was not enough, she also scaled the apple tree in the garden this morning to pick a half dozen of the best ones she could find. More like used it as an excuse to climb the tree, but the sentiment was there.

The final gift, left in the mage tower, was a set of vanilla scented candles and bath salts from the Lady Josephine. She had noticed that the inquisitor enjoyed the scent, as the gifted woman noticed many things. But most importantly, the final gift included a map drawn by Hela and Sera that showed a path from the tower to the garden.

With Solomon now headed for the final gift and clue, it was time for Ronan to meet up with Hela and Sera. They wanted to see his reaction to the final surprise.

Ronan smiled broadly to himself. He hoped his cousin enjoyed it.

Dorian sat in the garden, in the shade of the gazebo, the chess board moved there, out from the sun. He had been there for most of the morning, Ronan escorting him to the place and showing him what they had set up. About ten minutes ago, Hela and Sera had arrived with food and drink, setting it up…artfully before running off, Hela blowing a kiss towards him as they ran.

The garden was still warm, even in the Autumn morning. There was some ancient enchantment that would likely keep it so year round, a subject that Solomon, Solas, and he had discussed in depth several months ago.

Dorian fidgeted, the waiting agitating him. He hoped that Solomon appreciated what they did. When he was first approached about this whole convoluted endeavor, he was hesitant, not sure if it was something Solomon would truly enjoy, but Hela, and to some extent, Ronan, had convinced him. And he had to say, the gifts were well chosen.

He hoped Solomon didn’t notice how crowded the great hall was going to be, when he passed through. They had arranged to empty the gardens for the morning and afternoon, giving them privacy, so many more would be lingering inside.

Dorian straightened his outfit again, checking that his hair was still in order, that a stray wind hadn’t upset it. He wanted to provide the best picture for his Amatus.

And he was his amatus. That tall, gangly man. Learned, intelligent, a secret sense of humor, an understanding that he loved. And it was no easy thing to think of it as love. It wasn’t something Dorian had thought to have, truly have. And it was still a new thing, really…

Dorian’s thoughts were interrupted by the door opening, loud in the peaceful courtyard, which heralded the arrival of his love. Solomon stepped into the garden, squinting through his glasses slightly in the sunlight, as he was wont to do. His long white hair was pulled back, but it shone in the sun. Dorian thought it beautiful, as he found many things about the inquisitor.

Finally adjusted to the light, Solomon saw him and walked over, a brimming basket of things held in his arm. He had found them all, of course.

“Amatus! What a surprise to see you!” Dorian exclaimed, a wide smile forming freely on his face. Solomon raised an eyebrow at him.

“Really? I was given a map with a very explicit path marked to this location, with hearts drawn around the destination.” Solomon had a small grin at least.

“Ah, that would be Sera’s work, or Hela’s, perhaps both.” Dorian amended. “But, you have found me, just in time for lunch.” Dorian swept his arm out to the array of foods, a carefully selected offering of several of their favorite foods. “And you have found all the clues, well done, Amatus. Please, have a seat.”

Solomon looked hesitant then. “This was really too much.” He lifted the basket. “I hardly deserve this effort. The time alone and the cost of some of these gifts…”

“Nonsense! This is entirely what you deserve!” Dorian exclaimed. Apparently loud enough that the until then hidden trio of Ronan, Hela, and Sera, from their place on the balcony above, could hear.

“You deserve it all, Hahren!” Hela yelled, before Ronan could clap his hand over her mouth. Solomon turned quickly to look up at them, while Dorian rolled his eyes.

“Oy, you do!” Sera added, causing Ronan to elbow her as he was wrangling Hela. The display above was a comedy of sorts, before Ronan managed to shove them towards the door, the pair of elves cackling all the way. They all waved, before slipping from sight.

Dorian sighed. “We should actually be alone now.”

“I deduce that they were the primary parties responsible for this?”

“Yes. When they heard it was going to be your birthday, they wanted to do something about it. They did manage to throw it together rather quickly.” Dorian said.

“Yes, they must have. I would assume they found out the information from the ambassador?”

“The spymaster, actually.” Dorian said. “I believe she let it slip to Ronan. And then once Hela found out, the plan was in motion.”

“I cannot believe you all went to this trouble over me.” Solomon said, he opened his mouth to continue, to likely say how he didn’t deserve it, to put himself down again. Well, Dorian wouldn’t give him the chance.

“We were all eager to do so, Solomon. We care about you. No one was pressured to do anything. And really, it is what you deserve, and I won’t hear another word about how much you don’t deserve the things or the effort or the care. We would be frightfully offended if you refused any of the gifts.”

“I…thank you.” He was blushing, breaking eye contact, showing that he really was embarrassed, but taking a seat across from Dorian. “I should thank the others.”

“There is time for that later, Solomon.” Dorian set his hand lightly on Solomon’s. “Their will be a gathering later at the tavern, if you wish to join it. Hela described it as either a chance to toast the success of our endeavor or drown our collective sorrows if it failed. But, we have the garden to ourselves for now. Leliana and Josephine have cleared your schedule, we have food, a chess board, and all the time in the world.” Dorian ran his thumb over his love’s knuckles. “Happy Birthday, Amatus.”

Solomon met his eyes again, a hint of tears forming, a humble smile on his face. Dorian smiled at him, before leaning back. “Now, I believe it is your move.”

#dragon age #wishing a very happy birthday to Mocha #dragon age fanfiction #Solomon Trevelyan #Hela Lavellan #Ronan Trevelyan #Sera #dragon age inquisition #fluff #Dorian Pavus #dorian x inquisitor #My writing #i wasn't brave enough to write from Solomon's perspective - i didn't feel like i could capture him well enough #but i hope this is okay!

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discord-of-laughter · 6 years

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The OC challenge! - Phase 1

The sideblog isn’t ready, I [melody-of-scream] am not ready and the challange isn’t finished, but I just can’t hold back any longer, so I’ll just start by posting phase 1 only until I got phase 2 finished. Which takes forever with that many OCs.

The wonderful @cantankerousintrovertedpumpkin 💋 made this challenge up and tagge me. And how could I have resisted! 💛

Phase 1 – Introduction

How many are there?

21 – 5 male & 16 female – that are currently in use or in any way still present in my mind and used in my thoughts. There are more… trust me… Some are kind of @steverogershield’s fault because she keeps encouraging me instead of stopping me… fine Jason and Lou are just two but that’s 9.5% that could have been avoided! Just kidding dude ~

What are their names? [+ in my case which fandom are they from]

Allete “Alouette” Toupine [Man from U.N.C.L.E.], Belial “Bel” [Lucifer], Cardia Rose [Disney Descendants], Johanna “Jo” Jayne aka “Counter” [X-Men], Damian ? [Marvel’s Defenders], Deicida [Young Justice], Gabriele Hoffmann aka “Blueprint” [X-Men], Guinevere aka “Jennifer Elisabeth Kross” [Kingsman], Ophelia [...] Shilazar aka “Gust” [DCEU/Legends of Tomorrow], Aquila Pace [The Librarians], Kayleigh Fortuna Porter aka “Lady Luck” [Dr. Strange], Loreley [American Gods], Lucius “Lou” Kadin Perez Bowman aka “Voiceover” [DCEU/Flash], Phionee Esteria Usmin [Guardians of the Galaxy], Rachel Woods aka “Roads” & Daniel Weston aka “Danton” [Supernatural], Skandra Thorn aka “Skadi” [Thor/Avengers], Mariana Josefa Moraes Cardoso aka “Somnia” [X-Men], Jason Tiberius Green [Suicide Squad], Vanessa Lind [Harry Potter] and last but not least Cain Goldfin [Shadowhunters].

What’s one word you’d use to describe them?

Allete: determined

Bel: demonic

Cardia: burdened

Jo: restless

Damian: lying

Deicida: emotional

Gabriele: torn

Jennifer: loyal

Ophelia: fiercely

Aquila: sly

Kayleigh: cordial

Loreley: wary

Lou: controlled/sweet

Phionee: lost [formerly reasonable]

Rachel: unyielding

Daniel: bossy [formerly protective]

Skadi: sore/persistent

Mariana: disappointed

Jason: stubborn

Vanessa: kind

Cain: angry/proud

What do they look like?

Allete: A lot like Eva Green, light skin colour, dark hair, blue-green eyes, tall, slender, full lips, from France.

Bel: A lot like Mariette Valsan, middle dark brown/Indian skin tone, brown eyes, under the right circumstances insanely beautiful… but her appearance changes based on the attitude of people towards her or humanity in general, she’s missing the little finger of her left hand though. Originally from heaven, then hell.

Cardia: Pale, red and black dyed hair, very dark eyes, short, stocky, curvy (on her belly too!), small hands, scars on her arms. From the Isle of the Lost.

Jo: Slightly tanned, light brown eyes that seem to glow slightly, very long brown hair, small nose, chubby cheeks, short, with a bad posture, from the US.

Damian: Slightly ashen skin tone with a hint of olive hidden beneath it and a hint of yellow over it since he smokes quite a bit, black, short hair, blue eyes, not exactly tall for a guy, rather thin due to a certain lack of physical activity, leads a pretty unhealthy lifestyle in general, dark rings under the eyes, thin lips… despite everything he’s still kind of attractive though, from the US of unknown heritage.

Deicida: Grey skin… like really silvery-grey skin, looking like metal, dark grey lips, white hair and golden eyes, much heavier than she looks. Middle tall for a teenage girl, slender… the back of her legs is pointed like a blade and as sharp – yes blade legs and grey skin, she is weapon forged by Hephaestus and given a soul and can turn back into her original sword from if needed. From… well Hephaestus’s forge.

Gabriele: A lot like Sonja Gerhard. Short, blond, slightly curly hair, grey-blue eyes, like a perfect little white skinned angel. From East Germany (DDR) when the country was still divided into DDR and BRD.

Jennifer: Naturally red, curly hair, deep green eyes, rather tall for a woman, comparably skinny, small chest, prominent cheekbones, slightly bigger nose, in her late forties, early fifties, still considerably pretty. Of Irish descent.

Ophelia: Dark, Arabic skin tone. Long dark brown hair, with three green dyed strands of hair, eyes so green they seemed to glow and strange green marks running down from the middle of her lower lid to half of her cheek. Naturally rather red lips, but even brighter lipstick, hourglass figure, slender fingers, unfortunately creepy laughter but sweet smile, freckles on her chest, 6’7, in her end twenties. Of Iranian descent.

Aquila: Think of Kat Dennings dressed fancy. Brown wavy hair, blue eyes, large chest, 5’3… the whole package. Usually dressed unassuming but tidy. Wears glasses to read. From… that would be too much of a spoiler, so let’s say the UK. Also her names a made-up fake as well.

Kayleigh: Assumed the form of black girl, rather dark skin tone, attentive eyes so dark brown they appear black, long, really long bright orange hair – says it’s natural, no one believes her, sly smirk, surprisingly pinkish lips, not very tall with little curves but not petit. Looks nothing like either of her sisters. From a place that is too much of a spoiler.

Loreley: Like Diane Kruger, straight, thin light blond hair, light blue eyes, pale lips, would be considered petit if she wasn’t a bit too tall for it. So pale and thin it’s close to making people worry. Often either dark rings under her eyes or red, slightly swollen eyes. She has lost quite some of the beauty (and weight) songs sing about. From Germany but that was a long, long time ago.

Lou: Very mixed heritage reflected in his skin colour – Latin-Arabic and a bit of white. Black hair but buzz cut, grey eyes, unassuming, sweetest and brightest, toothy smile and perfectly straight teeth, slightly crooked toes, moderate height and weight. Tries to stay fit… but music and Aunt Isabella’s food are not helping. Long, slender fingers. Born in the US.

Phionee: White skin, not like a human white skin tone but white-white. Humanoid Alien. Dark pink, sharp eyes, slightly pointy ears and a long, slender tail that ends in a sharp point [kind of similar to Nightcrawler’s], feet that are a bit more claw like, white, straight hair usually worn in a pinned updo. Eyebrows that give her a snarky expression, light pink lipstick and pink eyeshadow, very cold skin and since she’s from an ice planet it’s usually to warm everywhere for her, so she wears short shorts and cropped tank tops when others are about to freeze off some parts. Still manages to make a point by wearing Ravenger red. Thin but athletic build. From the Usmin planet Sikon.

Rachel: A lot like Natalina Maggio. Caucasian but likely with a southern European heritage. Green eyes with golden speckles. Thin, straight, dark brown hair. Unassuming figure but well-trained and a bit muscular for a woman. Thin face, thin lips, piercing gaze. Always seems to show a slight frown. Huge ban tattoo on her left side since she was a baby. Not very tall. Often dark fingertips from old ink and such. Found on the doorstep of a hunter family – Westons – when she was still a baby.

Daniel: Light skinned but with a bit of a tan, short, curly, brown hair. Light blue eyes. Full lips, stubbles all the time. Tall, obviously well-toned and thoroughly fit body but a bunch of scares hidden beneath his clothes. Always seems to have an amused expression and sparkling eyes. Rachel sometimes calls him “Disney Prince” because he’s the pretty of the two of them. Youthful looks even though he is in his late thirties. From an hunter family which has been doing their job in the US for generations.

Skadi: A Jotun goddess and born frost giant. Very tall with a swirling intricate pattern on her skin. Pure white eyes and hair and whitish lips. Strong and sturdy but athletic build. Full lips… and with a human form magic and living among the gods of Asgard allowed her to take on. Still kind of tall, very pale with a bluish touch with slightly bluish lips, pale blue eyes and a lot of long, full-bodied, wavy hair that she dyes black to not stand out so much. There is something rough and wild about here that tends to draw people in and push them away at the same time. From Thrymheimr and/or Asgard.

Mariana: A lot like a slightly younger Morena Baccarin with half-short hair. Black hair, warm brown eyes, rather light skin tone but still noticeably a Latina. Thin lips, a bit bigger ears, 32 years old, with surprisingly long legs. Has a nice smile but a tendency to frown due to bad decision-making. From Brazil currently living in the US with a work visa.

Jason: Like Seth Green – just google him, like that. 5’3 short, green eyes, ginger hair and beard, mole under his left eye, the best and worst smirk, more buff than Seth Green though. Small/Short power package. From the US and of Scottish and Polish heritage.

Vanessa: Kind of shortish, with a pale skin with a golden undertone, slightly prominent nose and chin, small ears, bilious green eyes and ash brown hair. Kind eyes. Hints of being a bit stout but working against it constantly. Very small feet and rather small hands. An unsuitable mean smirk. Inside and outside of the school day she can usually been found barefooted. From Wales.

Cain: Soft facial features – a bit of a baby face – broad nose, narrow eyes the lightest blue imaginable. Round face, slightly tanned skin, short dark hair, full lips. Well-built but not very tall… in the form he got from one half of his parents. The other one granted him golden and black scales and rough golden and black skin, gills on the side of his cheeks, the same broad nose and narrow eyes of the lightest blue imaginable, but his features seem less soft like this. Oh and of course a golden fish tail. Lavish and to show off, he’s considered too flashy to be pretty by his mother’s people where he grew up.

Any illnesses/disorders/disabilities…?

Cain has BPD. Vanessa has a well-hidden but not specified anxiety disorder. Mariana is rather emotionally instable without an explanation so far… don’t know if that counts. Damian has a heart condition. Skadi is dyslexic but you can bet the goddess won’t tell anyone. Rachel has ADD and so has Lou. Bel is missing the little finger of her left hand. Cardia has gotten past self-harming tendencies and Mariana was thought to have narcolepsy for the longest time… until they found out it has to do with her mutation and an inability to control her power. And do Deicida’s blade legs count and the fact that human emotions confuse her? Not like on the autistic spectrum though just because she hasn’t had to do much with them before and is still learning.

Who’s your favourite?

That’s not fair *whines*, they are all my kids!! Skadi and Ophelia are always high on the list but always rivalled by the OC or one of the OCs from the fandom I’m just in the most.

Who is most like you?

??? There is a bit of me in every OC I make… but I try it to never be too much. However… Vanessa maybe? She’s probably the oldest of them and the most like I’m when it comes to looks. But personality vice… I’d like to think Jo maybe or Cardia.

Do you ship any of the characters you’re talking about here?

Yes. Some but very few with canon characters mostly it’s just a thought though nothing I would insist or necessarily talk about. And I ship Rachel and Daniel with each other ~ it’s difficult though.

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myrkvidrs · 7 years

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It’s been awhile since I dove into my Elf Problem with fic, but I’m not gone from the fandom and I’ve recently picked up some absolutely stellar fic that I have to encourage everyone to read with me! These stories are so good and do incredible jobs with the characterizations and also I will never, ever be over how much I love the Elves. Thranduil and Legolas especially, but if you spend more than five minutes around me, you’ll hear me cry about my feelings on pretty much every Sinda ever, and here’s some fic that will really help with that. :D TOLKIEN FIC RECS: ✦ In a Field of Blood and Stone by ScribeofArda, thranduil & legolas & bard & gandalf & bilbo & cast, 112k The Battle of the Five Armies, according to the book, from the point of view of the Elves. ✦ Oak and Willow by Potboy, celeborn/galadriel & thingol & luthien & melian & finrod & cast, 49k The story of Celeborn and Galadriel - with the difference that this time it’s told from the Sindar POV ;) ✦ A Good Year by ScribeofArda, thranduil & legolas & elladan & elrohir & gandalf & elrond, 5.2k Midwinter in Mirkwood: Elladan and Elrohir come to visit, Elrond and Gandalf argue over books, there’s ice skating and ice hockey and snow, and the beginning of a new year. ✦ The Bitterness of Mortality by Karri, aragorn & legolas & elladan & elrohir & elrond & thranduil, 39.6k While visiting Rivendell, Legolas stumbled across a misplaced gift. Will he survive it? ✦ In the Service of the Elven King by artaxastra, thranduil & aragorn & gandalf, 2.1k A short gen story with Aragorn, Thranduil, and Gandalf. This takes place in the decades immediately after The Hobbit. ✦ Learning to Live by Bodkin, oropher, valinor, 2.9k Oropher is finding it hard to adjust to life in the Blessed Realm. Some solitary brooding. ✦ Adar & Ion by Sivan325, thranduil & legolas, 20.1k Series of stories between King Thranduil and his son - Legolas, and Legolas is Greenleaf. Fluffy stories.rnrnFrom time to time guests joined the party. ✦ The Prince and the Pea by Karri, elladan & elrohir & aragorn & legolas & glorfindel & celeborn, 3.5k Young Estel is led astray by elflords. TOLKIEN ESSAY RECS: ✦ The many faces of Thranduil ✦ What Tolkien Officially Said About Elf Sex full details + recs under the cut!

✦ In a Field of Blood and Stone by ScribeofArda, thranduil & legolas & bard & gandalf & bilbo & cast, 112k The Battle of the Five Armies, according to the book, from the point of view of the Elves. You can also read the fic on FFNET, if you prefer! I fell back into Tolkien fandom again recently and happened to stumble over this fic again and started reading it, whereupon I promptly got sucked into this gorgeous fic and now I’m going to write a terrible rec for it. In a sense, it’s a fairly simple thing, that it’s exactly what it says on the tin, a retelling of the Battle of the Five Armies, but from the point of view of the Elves, as well as being canon to the book, rather than the massacre the movie made of the Elves’ characterization. But it’s a deceptively simple thing in theory and terribly complicated to pull off well in reality, but, oh, this fic did it. You absolutely don’t need to be familiar with book canon, this fic isn’t about rewriting those scenes, but instead filling in what was happening with the Elves in between the pages of canon–while some scenes are pulled from the pages of the book, most of them are glossed over a bit (in a way that really, really works, I don’t feel cheated by any of it!), and instead it’s a really satisfying, complete, whole story about the point of view of thesecharacters. And, yes, this is what the Elves are! They’re not perfect, they carry grudges, Gandalf is often right in his gentle suggestions that kind of irritate Thranduil, that their relationship is not that of easy friends, but they are true friends nonetheless and they value each others’ council and respect the sheer weight of history that each has been through. It’s a fic worth reading just for getting some great Elven culture worldbuilding, as they struggle with this constant war against the Enemy (aka Sauron and his evil), what it has done to them and how it’s worn them down, what cost they pay, but also how they still have faith. The fic does a gorgeous job of showing Bilbo’s role as being so important and so inspiring in exactly the way it should be–not preachy, but instead kind and caring and such a good reminder of hope. The fic does a gorgeous job of showing that Gandalf cares deeply and has such a bigger view than many characters, that he’s seen so much more than any one other person, but that he also gets to leave when the battle is done, he’s not the one rebuilding. The fic does a gorgeous job of showing the Elves carry long grudges against the Dwarves that are not necessarily right, but that they’re never less than Good People who sometimes have too much on their shoulders. And, oh, if you’re interested in Thranduil’s relationship with his son, this fic is so incredibly satisfying for that as well, that he is absolutely a King and has Seen Some Shit and isn’t always nice (but is always Good), but he would destroy everything for his son, just as an Elf would. The moments of him worrying over Legolas, the stern king softening into a father’s fussing at times, before the mask must be put back on, are incredibly done and worth reading the fic for alone, I can’t tell you how satisfied I was by them. This is a fic that is incredibly solid in its telling, it’s so very well-written and paced and structured, all the things a story like this should be, that it adds so much, that it stays true to canon while exploring a different view, giving more depth to it. It’s a fic that gives multiple points of view characters, that this is a story worth reading for the Bard chapters, if you’re a fan of his, because of the beautifully written struggle he goes through to decide whether or not to lead his people, the anger that he feels at what’s happened to all of them, and how he can be so very human and so very good at the same time, that it’s all part of his character. It’s worth reading for Gandalf and Bilbo’s roles in the story as well, they’re such valuable and important and fun to read about! It’s worth reading for Legolas’ characterization, who is such an Elf, that there’s so much kindness in him, that he is such a warm and caring character. It’s worth reading for his friendships with other Elves and for how he interacts with humans and hobbits as well. It’s worth reading for all these things! If you’re a movies-only fan, you can absolutely read this fic just fine, and I think it’s one of the top ones I would suggest for showing why I got so frustrated with the movie, because this is the Thranduil I recognize. Every inch of his characterization is exquisite, it’s so perfectly understanding of who he is, what his role is, and what history’s weight on his shoulders means. The references to the First Age, to Doriath and Thingol’s kingdom, to the long length of his life and the long fight against the Enemy, the weight the story of the Silmarils still carries, all of it is perfectly used to give further depth and understanding to his approach to things. This is a story with soliditly and weight, it’s a gorgeous look at the Elves during the Battle of the Five Armies, it uses its handful of OCs incredibly well (I was absolutely invested in them by the end, that’s how well written they were!), and one of those fics that’s dragging me back into this fandom because it reminds me of everything that I love here. ✦ Oak and Willow by Potboy, celeborn/galadriel & thingol & luthien & melian & finrod & cast, 49k The story of Celeborn and Galadriel - with the difference that this time it’s told from the Sindar POV ;) This can also be read on FFNET. After reading “In a Field of Blood and Stone”, I was in the mood for another fic that told events of the Tolkien canon from the point of view of another set of characters, so I decided to pick this one up and I’m so very glad I did–I think it’s a lot more accessible to fans who don’t necessarily know a ton about The Silmarillion, because it really is a well-told story just on its own! But even more than that it does an incredibly gorgeous job of showing exactly what it set out to do–that the Noldor point of view used in the canon could easily be very different from what the Sindar themselves experienced, that they weren’t so much awe-inspired by the Noldor as being polite in front of company. That they weren’t savage so much as simply valued other things, had other history. That they weren’t hot-heads so much as the Noldor really did some bad things and came into their lands and started acting superior. This doesn’t take away from that there are many Noldor to love, the fic is obviously deeply fond of Galadriel and Finrod especially, both of whom really do try to understand the Sindar. And the fic is gorgeous for giving such depth and care and fascinating detail to the Sindar, to the point that I can’t help but see it as a natural extention of canon! It feels so true to canon, just from another angle! Of course, the other thing you’re here for is the points of view and characterizations of Celeborn and Galadriel and, oh, the fic is so good with both of them, they’re such incredible presences, that this Celeborn is brilliant and wise, that this Galadriel is the titan of presence she is in canon, and you see why they’re drawn to each other, how they interact, her steely spirit and his strategic warrior’s mind, is spot on. Even their issues, that Celeborn has never seen the light of the Two Trees or that their cultures are so different, that her kin killed his kin, that the Noldor do not make it easy for the Sindar, all of that is gorgeous. Seeing Thingol’s ban on the Quenya language is amazing here because you understand why and how it’s a smart move–they’ve known there was Doom laid on the Noldor, they could see it (and I love love love how Tolkien’s Elves are so well written here that these things are woven so naturally into the story!), but they never expected this, nothing so horrible as this. The Quenya ban is such a fantastic stroke because it’s not just a random thing, it establishes that this is Sindarin land while also not turning away the Noldor completely, and it’s little things like that, told from the point of view of the Sindarin Elves, that makes this a breathtaking fic for me. It’s one of those that I’d put at the top of any list of fic to read if you want to understand a bit more of the history of the Elves of Middle-Earth, I think it reads well, so long as you understand the context of it (that this is the other half of the coin that is canon, that each side would tell things differently) or if you just want a really incredible look at how Celeborn and Galadriel might have come together, in a way that does justice to the epic scope of these events. It’s beautifully written and beautifully characterized, I loved every single moment of it. ✦ A Good Year by ScribeofArda, thranduil & legolas & elladan & elrohir & gandalf & elrond, 5.2k Midwinter in Mirkwood: Elladan and Elrohir come to visit, Elrond and Gandalf argue over books, there’s ice skating and ice hockey and snow, and the beginning of a new year. This can also be read on FFNET. Oh, this was a wonderful story about winter in Mirkwood, how the Elves find joy in everyday life and it absolutely sparkled for everything the author put into it–Thranduil, Elrond, and Gandalf being the Old People who watch over the younger ones, their arguments hilarious and beautifully in character with each other over an old book of Thingol’s from Thranduil’s library, to the way the younger elves interact with each other and have such joy even as the Shadow is never far away. It’s one of those that seems simple on the surface, but has such charisma and talent in the telling of it that it’s an incredibly strong, good story! I’m having a terrible time writing a rec for this fic, but it is so very worth a read! ✦ The Bitterness of Mortality by Karri, aragorn & legolas & elladan & elrohir & elrond & thranduil, 39.6k While visiting Rivendell, Legolas stumbled across a misplaced gift. Will he survive it? I have two caveats about this fic–one, there are too many epithets that distract from the story and, two, the events of Legolas’ mortality are never fully explained why and you have to just roll with that. Those things said, however, you can definitely make some educated guesses and the heart of the story is on the relationship between Elves and Men and Half-Elves, which the story delivers on in a totally engrossing way. I ate this fic up, the balance of hurt/comfort and what mortality means in this world. The concern everyone has for Legolas, the way the twins and Aragorn fuss over him, the way Thranduil is distraught over the loss of his son, the way this stirs up such deep feelings for Elrond, all of that is done in such an emotionally satisfying way. It’s longish and just the right length for reveling in all the care being taken with dying!Legolas that I ate it up like delicious candy. ✦ In the Service of the Elven King by artaxastra, thranduil & aragorn & gandalf, 2.1k A short gen story with Aragorn, Thranduil, and Gandalf. This takes place in the decades immediately after The Hobbit. There are some timeline issues in this fic (largely that the Watchful Peace ended three hundred years before Aragorn was born, so Sauron had long been back by this point/had left for good after the events of The Hobbit) but they stick out more because the fic is otherwise so lovely. I greatly enjoy the reasoning here, that Gandalf brings Aragorn to the Woodland Realm, because Elrond is wise and can fight, but he is not a natural leader of an army, nor was he even a king. And a king is what Aragorn needs to learn to be, to have the bearing and presence of one, which is exactly what Thranduil has. A lovely fic on such great characters. ✦ Learning to Live by Bodkin, oropher, valinor, 2.9k Oropher is finding it hard to adjust to life in the Blessed Realm. Some solitary brooding. I’m not sure if I’ve ever come across a fic of a rebodied Oropher in Aman before, so I was intensely curious and wary at the same time. This fic does a beautiful job of balancing what it’s like for Oropher himself to deal with everything, what he does and doesn’t want from life, with the struggles of any Elf released from Namo’s halls and the choices an Elf must make. It’s not a long piece, but it was wonderfully written and made me instantly smitten with the author’s universe and wanting more! ✦ Adar & Ion by Sivan325, thranduil & legolas, 20.1k Series of stories between King Thranduil and his son - Legolas, and Legolas is Greenleaf. Fluffy stories.rnrnFrom time to time guests joined the party. I’m recommending this as a series because they’re short fics and all generally have the same tone to them and I read them in bunches. They’re super fluffy fics from Legolas’ childhood, the kind that are almost sugary sweet, but I am fucking here for that in fandom, so I eat these up like candy when I’m in the mood for that! :D ✦ The Prince and the Pea by Karri, elladan & elrohir & aragorn & legolas & glorfindel & celeborn, 3.5k Young Estel is led astray by elflords. This was a super cute piece with the twins and Glorfindel adorably teasing bb!Estel with how Legolas is a prince, as you don’t quite know how to feel for him being used to tease the cute kid. Except for that it’s pure joy and packed with love between all the characters and utterly sparkled. So, I loved it. TOLKIEN ESSAY RECS: (I generally reblog whatever essays I can about the Greenwood elves, there are some really lovely and well-researched posts that help give context to Tolkien’s world and what can be pieced together with it! But sometimes there are links outside of tumblr that I think are well worth reading, so consider this a sort of… set of essay recs, rather than fic recs!) ✦ The many faces of Thranduil My favorite thing about this essay (which is a good overall look at the character) is that it makes clear the point that The Battle of the Last Alliance is the single most important thing to understand Thranduil’s character, because it shapes so much of everything he does and why he does it. The movies briefly touch on it, referencing that he’s seen dragon fire before and the spiritual wound (which word of god says isn’t actually physical anymore, but still lingers on his soul), but they don’t explain just how horrifying that war was, how much he lost in that battle. It’s more than just that his father died there, but also they came home with barely one third of the elves they started out with, all for a battle where Sauron was not defeated and Isildur never did destroy that fucking ring. So, every time he looks south to Dol Guldur (where Sauron was situated, which was the source of the Shadow and the twisting of the woods and the spiders and the orcs), he was reminded every day of that battle and what it cost, not even for an actual end to the battle. So, yeah, he’s really not going to jump into any unecessary battles. ✦ What Tolkien Officially Said About Elf Sex An incredibly well-referenced post about Elven marriage, romance, and sex, which I found super informative! The interesting things to take away are that Elves mate for life, they just don’t get remarried after they bond/get married (except for one time with Finwe which, well.), that they enjoy sex just fine for awhile and then sort of taper off once they’ve had their kids, and that you can’t really force yourself on an elf because they’ll die. Oh, yeah, and they’re hard-wired to find long hair attractive, which is why they all have it, and that is both great and hilarious.

#thranduil #legolas #galadriel #celeborn #elrohiri #elladan #aragorn #gandalf #elrond #fic recs #tolkien fic recs

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encounter21 · 7 years

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When the Bodies hit the Floor: PvP and You

Everyone defines PvP differently, but at its core it is players working against other players. I find it one of the most enjoyable aspects of larp, but it is a deeply divisive topic. To a lot of people, PvP is a dirty word, evoking pointless deaths ('toilet muggings', as the UK larp lingo goes), however it can (and does) add alot to certain types of games. It is also important to understand that it encompasses a much wider range of behaviors that stabbing someone up in a dark corner. Having said that, there are some things to think about before including PvP as part of your game, both as a player and a game runner.

What PvP is: I (and thus this blog) define PvP as players working directly against other players. I always split it into two categories dependent on the methods being used: violent and social. Violent PvP involves stabbing people up, and is by far the most straightforward. It’s worth noting that this violence is almost always intended to be lethal. Social PvP is the act of using non-violent means to work against other players. It encompasses rumors, political cartoons, shouting down, political maneuvering, lying, manipulation, etc. It is by far the most common form, but it easily be just as lethal as direct violence in the right setting (Think Cersei in Game of Thrones. She is never the one holding the knife).

What PvP is not: I am not talking about people who simply go around killing other characters for no reason. Personally I think this is a bit of a strawman anyway; though character motivations are not always obvious, the majority of people still have them. FOIP can often make it hard to find out people's motives, and it’s very easy for hurt feelings to cloud judgment, but it always worth taking a step back from the situation. I personally recommend talking over things at debrief if you still have some negative feelings about it. You might not get closure depending on the game, but it is a good step in reinforcing your IC/OC boundaries. The other thing to remember is that PvP is rarely civil, which is where it differs from conflict. Conflict is when two players disagree, PvP is when they *do* something about it. A discussion is rarely going to be PvP, A shouting match will almost always be.

Why I dislike systems with blanket PvP bans: I agree that violent PvP doesn’t belong in every system, however I think it must be remembered that UK larp is not a collaborative story telling exercise. It is at its core competitive (in much the way real life is). Everyone has goals. Conflict is 100% necessary for a decent game. Making this kind of conflict unacceptable on an OC level causes problems. For one thing, people all define PvP differently. While it is a term that is used everywhere, I have never found a consensus on its meaning, which means certain actions will be considered as cheating by some people and not others. So let’s say you solve this with a no Violent PvP rule. For some games this is a good approach (so long as it is clearly stated. Never expect your players to read your mind), but not all. I am not advocating for completely lawless systems; consequences are a large part of Larp. However, I larp to escape feeling helpless. I can always be proactive in larp. Sometimes knowing PvP is an option (even if it’s a very dangerous, bad one) is that little extra detail that stops you feeling trapped. Having had a lot of problems with sexism at games, knowing that if things got truly unbearable *I could* address it IC (with horrific consequences of course) was the only thing keeping me sane. Think about what works for your games, but before instituting a blanket ban think about why you are doing so, and what you gain.

Harsh IC consequences are often enough to stop motiveless pvp,but leave options open for people willing to take the risk.

Bullying, Boundaries and PvP: Unfortunately, PvP can occasionally be used as an excuse to bully people, both in and out of character. By all means, play a dick, but there is an art in knowing just where that line is. Larp is meant to be fun. And while conflict and losing are part of that fun, there are times you need to take a step back and think about both the IC and OC implications of what you are doing. For example, picking on someone who has never larped before is not the same as going after a very experienced roleplayer. Of course, it can be difficult to tell the difference, and I’m not saying you should let new players get away with everything regardless of IC motivation, characterisation etc. But you should be considerate of OC factors. Similarly if you know someone has just had lots of upset with a real-life partner cheating, perhaps don’t rub similar experiences in their face in game. Its legitimate roleplay, but also makes you kind of a dick. PvP can be done in more than one way, and some is much more interesting to interact with (as the victim, or even as a bystander) than others. For example, what to do if there is someone you don’t like in your tent. You could kick them out. This is an acceptable form of social pvp, but it is a short action that has no further interaction. The person you have kicked out is gone. You could alternately let them stay but make lots of snide comments, and make it clear they aren’t welcome. This interaction will last longer thus providing more roleplay for everyone involved and also allows for much more reaction (and retaliation) on their part. While PvP is inherently healthy for most systems, there is more than one way to skin a cat. And the method that involves the most roleplay for the most people is generally the best one. If you are really unsure about boundaries, talk to people OC about them. But be warned, although people often get very upset about PvP, this doesn’t inherently mean you did something wrong; character death is often a very emotional subject. Debriefing with people afterwards is generally a good plan if your game allows for it.

There are no hard and fast rules, but I do suggest thinking about things before you do them. Good questions to ask are: Will this create game? How would I react if this was done to my character? Are there any OC factors I should take into account? Do I have a good IC reason to do this? Am I willing to deal with the (inevitable) retaliation?

Unilateral PvP: If you involve yourself in any form of PvP, you need to be ready for PvP to be aimed back at you. This is not a general statement, it is a fundamental truth. I have run several games where people have indicated they love pvp but also asked never to be targeted. This is an impossible state of affairs for a couple of reasons.

1) Anyone being immune robs all other players involved of their player agency. There must always be a way to fight back.

2) You really should not be dishing things out that you are unwilling to deal with yourself. If you think being on the receiving end of PvP is a terrible thing that will ruin your game, then perhaps you should not be inflicting it on others.

Personally, my best character deaths have all been at the hands of other players, and losing at such conflicts is as much of my definition of PvP as being the one with the dagger (or blackmail information). It is not everyone’s jam. And that’s fine. There is nothing inherently good or bad about liking different sorts of games, but part of player agency is there being consequences to actions. After all, actions are meaningless if they do not have any sort of impact. And in the case of PvP those consequences will almost certainly come in the form of more PvP. You can not play a violent, aggressive character who shouts at everyone and expect no one to take issue.

Knives-out, Knives-in: Group design and PvP: Some people don’t like PvP, and that is perfectly fair. And if people want to avoid PvP in their games that is perfectly legit. When you are designing a group for a game, I recommend having one of two policies: Knives-in (intergroup PvP is legit) or Knives-out (The group are a unit, unless something really dramatic changes in uptime all conflict should be pointed outwards). If you agree your group is Knives-out, you should do what you can to keep it that way. Sometimes characters evolve and change in a way that this becomes impossible (if your IC sister steals your IC girlfriend you don’t need to sit there and take it without comment), but you should never go out of your way to break a knives-out rule. Betrayal is absolutely some people's jam, but other people hate it. If they are in a knives-out group, chances are they hate it. OC communication is really really important for this. My first group concept one of my friends was secretly playing a nightmare cultist the whole time and betrayed me horribly leading to my character’s death. I was 100% cool with this. And it worked because she knew I was down for a knives-in group. However I have friends where something like that would have ruined their entire game. And that’s fair. The important thing is making sure everyone is on the same page. I would state however, having a knives-out group doesn’t mean the rest of your group are obliged to go along with whatever you do. Conflict can still exist. People will still play their characters, you might not all agree on every point. It just means PvP and betrayal will be the nuclear option (Think of it in terms of real world friendships. I don’t agree with everything my friends do. I am happy to tell this to them, but I don’t undermine them, pick fights or put them in bad situations on purpose).

Roundup: As always, the most important things are IC/OC boundaries and Communication. When you are involving yourself in PvP just take a second to think about motives (were you just stabbed in the dark? Ask yourself why someone might want to do that) and make sure conflict stays inside the game. If you get a chance to debrief with people you have pvp (or really any sort of intense RP with) then do so, even if it’s just a chat over messenger.

TL:DR

No one really agrees on what PvP actually is

So it’s best to use a broad definition of: Anytime you are working directly against other PCs

Never dish out anything you aren’t willing to take

Think about what is fun for both parties and how to make PvP inclusive rather than exclusive

OC communication is key, make sure you debreif.

PvP is not a dirty word

#larp #pvp #game design #live action roleplay #lrp #conflict #player versus player

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zeetheus · 6 years

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So, here’s a recap of the entire situation

From start to finish.

Because, believe me, I had no idea my ban would lead to 2 other completely innocent people getting banned for, essentially, asking staff what happened, and then expressing the desire to talk to them about it.

Not exaggerating.

On May 5th 2017, my Extremely Straight mom was being pushy, asking me about my OCs. For those unaware, the OCs in question are:

A nonwhite nonbinary aromantic bisexual with ASPD

A nonwhite asexual whose romantic orientation is a hashtag Mess, who has depression, anxiety, OCD, and is autistic

The above OCs are in a queerplatonic relationship

(This is important, I promise)

So after escaping to my laptop, I go on Quixol to try and decompress, and start off by expressing my general exhaustion and discomfort. A reasonable person who is part of the staff of a LGBT+ & ND safe server would, hopefully, take that as a disclaimer that I had been through Garbage, and had no energy.

So after having to literally physically escape an uncomfortable discussion with my mom, and after literally telling chat about the situation, I’m directly concern-trolled for calling my queerplatonic OCs, ‘queer’?

Once?

When there’s a perfectly serviceable blacklist on this very server?

(Minor note: I’m aware that Blake’s pronouns are it/its, however, I had typoed ‘pals’ into ‘pal’ & I apologize for that small misunderstanding)

So anyways, that sucked, and dealing with everything that happened that afternoon had destroyed my energy for a week. Clearly staff had made their stance clear, even if I didn’t agree with it.

I decided not to use ‘queer’ on that server, or at the very least not towards anyone who 1) wasn’t queer, and 2) might give me shit for even saying that word, even if I’m not mislabeling anyone. Such as, the staff.

So, I don’t use it.

Flash forward to late November of 2017.

I’m on my twitter, tweeting tweets, which are mostly meant for me, because it’s my gotdamn twitter account. I tweet a lot of junk, RT a lot of fandom garbage, and sometimes, when something triggers me, I try to unpack my abuse.

I’d like to make it clear right now that I never listed my twitter under my Bio (or at the very least, had never intended to. I don’t remember whether or not I put it there, and if I did, my mistake) and have only given my twitter url out once. The only connection my twitter had to Quixol was by following the Quixol twitter.

Over the course of a few weeks I tweeted out some ~*spicy*~ Opinions, which, you’re free to disagree with me about, especially since it’s fucking twitter, which has a character limit, so a lot of my word choice had to be downsized to fit in a fuckin 280 character text box.

On top of that I’m not even a Public LGBTQ+ Wank Persona, so I had no incentive to hash things out step-by-step to my... 10 followers. By all accounts, my tweets are, by their very nature, inconsequential to anyone except my followers.

(My account was not locked at the time, but I understandably later did so)

Anyways, in order:

This one was pretty clearly about Quixol, but I should probably state for the record that I had no idea ‘queer’ in MANY DIFFERENT ITERATIONS had been exhaustively banned from signs, so I had no idea it wasn’t physically possible to properly spell out ‘genderqueer’ without censoring it in some fashion.

Anyways, continuing with my ~*spicy opinions*~

I mentioned before how I was essentially abused by people I trusted for not being acceptably gay. I don’t know how ‘I’m not gay and I don’t need to be, I’m happy with being aro ace’ is a statement so vile that gay people everywhere take immense offense to it, to the point where staff finds it a bannable offense...

By the way, yes, I did get banned for these.

Because days after I was banned, staff approached Vin about my banning, of their own volition.

At the end of the day, Vin had planned to write out an essay, so that they could have a reasonable discussion with staff.

I wasn’t too Thrilled at the prospect of trying to have a discussion with people who intentionally villainized me, took my words out of context, and made the worst possible interpretations out of them, but I supported Vin’s idea.

However, she was in the middle of college finals, and preparing for chanukkah, so she couldn’t get right back around to it for another week.

Note that at this point Vin had not been contacted by staff due to her own behavior, past actions, without even a mention of her tumblr or its content.

THIS IS EXTREMELY CRUCIAL INFORMATION.

IF THEY HAD REASON TO BAN VIN FOR ANYTHING, WHY DID THEY CONTACT VIN ABOUT MY BAN FIRST?

But anyways, let’s cut to 8 days later, because I certainly couldn’t log into Quixol and subsequently do anything.

And in that time, neither could Vin.

I wasn’t surprised at this point. Staff had made it plain and clear to me that if they had a mild enough reason to ban you, they’ll find whatever evidence they need in order to finalize it.

FOUR POSTS, YALL. FOUR POSTS AND SHE GOES FROM ‘ONE OF THE MOST ACTIVE AND BELOVED COMMUNITY MEMBERS’ TO ‘A BONA FIDE THREAT TO PEOPLE ON QUIXOL, WORTH BANNING.’

The four posts in question will be linked later, for now, continuing:

So... it’s not actually about protecting people on the server, it’s about... finding people that agree with your particular flavor of “LGBT+” politics?

R...really?

Where is the actual harm that Vin has done on the server to warrant being banned?

Shit, what about me? What tangible, material harm did my tweets, squirreled away on my own separate twitter, that no one follows me on, do to anyone on the server?

Anyways it doesn’t end here, because in this chain of bullshit, someone else went down trying to ask staff “why for the love of god did you ban Vin?”

Screenshots (Warning, it’s 65 pages long)

All four posts that Vin was banned over are included as well.

But if you’re interested in my personal highlight reel:

ah yes, a non-ace trans woman trying to silence anyone who casts doubt on her decisions to silence queer ace people for having experienced abuse similar to hers, because that’s not some top-tier oppression olympics ‘my pain outweighs yours’ b.s.

remember that time staff literally approached vin of their own volition with screenshots of my tweets at the ready, trying to grill vin about my tweets and whether or not she agreed with them?

where’d that go?

did they suddenly get tired of it after being confronted with other, perfectly average Quixol users, suddenly also questioning their decisions against their will?

funny how vin got to have a discussion about her posts. wonder why they didn’t ever contact me except to ban me

so one of the posts was barely incriminating, but the staff decided to use it against her AS A PSYCHOLOGICAL TEST, and then decided to use it decisively against her after she didn’t give the reaction they wanted from her (again, they mention it as one of the 4 posts she was banned over)

THIS WOULD BE PERFECTLY REASONABLE IF THEY HADN’T BEEN LITERALLY SEARCHING THROUGH HER TUMBLR, DIGGING UP POSTS FROM UP TO TWO YEARS AGO

IT WOULD ALSO BE REASONABLE IF:

I HAD ACTUALLY PUT MY TWITTER URL IN MY BIO, WHICH I’M PRETTY SURE I DID NOT

I HADN’T BEEN BANNED NOT TWO WEEKS AGO FOR EXISTING ADJACENT TO QUIXOL, BARELY IF EVER MENTIONING IT ON TWITTER, NEVER LINKING IT FROM THE SERVER, WHO THE HELL WAS SEARCHING THROUGH MY TWITTER, AND WHY DIDN’T BEAN EVEN MENTION DEFENDING MY RIGHT TO HAVE A SEPARATE TWITTER THAT WAS NOT PUBLICLY LINKED TO QUIXOL!? WHAT!?!

glad to know the rest of the staff also goes full tilt on oppression olympics

still waiting on the part where vin actually said something transmisogynistic or otherwise materially harmful to someone on the server

oh no!! vivian just called a lesbian trans woman transmisogynistic!! clearly if this is the game staff wants to play that means they all needs to either agree to disagree, or realize that peoples’ experiences differ from theirs, and are not something to be weaponized in order to silence people that you disagree with!! what a world!!

tfw staff tokenize themselves before they even make the slightest movement towards ‘people have different experiences besides the ones i have/know about, but we are all here and we should work together and support each other’

are they even really a real LGBT+ server

very clear, very clear distinction here... somewhere? weren’t they just saying that they’re not the same things? so they overlap but are different? uh... and...???

i don’t have a word for ‘white trans women that try to weaponize the transmisogyny that overwhelmingly nonwhite twoc experience in order to silence anyone who questions her ~*authority*~ despite the fact that there is no universal ‘trans woman experience’ that anyone can hold her as an authority AS’...

this is literally the kind of weaponized-suffering authoritarianism people talk about when they deconstruct neoliberalism and ‘oppression olympics’ and the staff all seem to be very involved in it

gee whiz, im no longer wondering why i, a queer aro ace, was banned

bean weaponizing his aceness as the staff’s ‘authority’ on ace matters, instead of, yanno, understanding that vin has had her own experiences, that are different, which leads her to take different stances

especially since bean himself admits he hasn’t faced any problems due to his aceness

lucky him, i guess

“this is the first time we’ve had to really make a ban based on evidence that was off quixol”

fuck you in particular

my tweets weren’t for you or anyone else on Quixol

you and the rest of the staff decided to ban me anyways

and now that you snatched vin in your chain-ban and you have a lot of people who are QUESTIONING YOUR DECISIONS you try and act sympathetic?

if people are reacting like this, and the evidence wasn’t even on the server, why even ban someone?

if you intend to heavily police Quixol users you should maybe fucking say so

that way no one’s suprised

i have intense paranoia issues and the entire fact that YALL WERE STALKING MY TWITTER hasn’t helped in the least

literally here are tweets i made in the same timeframe as my ~*banned tweets*~

like you claim to be protecting users, despite the fact that no one on the server was harmed

and you claim to be inclusive, despite the fact that you silence queer people at every turn

and you claim to be safe for ND people, while causing them anxiety and paranoia

literally what do you even stand for at this point

"we are all trans? we are all gay?”

yeah? and?

you still closet the hell out of queer people?

especially queer people with identities you don’t like?

queer people who literally use the word to describe their OCs in plural since they are neither gay nor trans?

you literally wouldn’t let me use the word ‘queer’ to describe my OCs?

hhhhhhhhhhhhh

oh no!!! queer people exist online

seriously is this an LGBT+ server or some kind of fundie christian camp

also, get a load of all of the 0 times vin and i have called anyone queer without their consent, seeing as the first and only time I used it, i got scolded by staff for it

funny story. as soon as I read this screen i knew why I was actually, really banned

way back up at the top of this post, when i had confronted Blake about the fact that I had just called my OCs ‘queer’

and was told ‘be careful, don’t use that word on people who don’t want it applied to them’

i had already been mislabeled as ‘gay’ numerous times on the server itself, which was triggering for me

after bringing up that particular grievance with staff, using almost the exact same wording as Fritjof, i decided to blacklist ‘gay’ so that i wouldn’t guilt gay people into hiding it from others, while protecting myself

very interesting that the staff doesn’t have the same attitude towards people being able to protect themselves from ‘queer’

it’s almost like the censoring of queer is not for the sake of protecting users... but instead...

Just so we make this clear, ‘queer’ which staff defines as being ‘gay and trans’ (but not queer itself for some reason?) is equivalent to:

triggering thing that must be blacklisted (that’s why the blacklist exists)

nsfw chats in global

literally how do yall say ‘queer means gay and trans’ and equate its use with ‘nsfw’

again... is this an LGBT+ server... or a conservative christian summer camp...

it feels almost... indistinguishable...

yes, that is the admin of an ND & LGBT+ server using the same ‘real world’ rhetoric that anti sj bigots and conservatives make

interestingly enough, it’s also common among bigots in the LGBT community, such as truscum, aphobes, and queerphobes, towards anyone with a ‘special snowflake’ identity that they don’t particularly like or are interested in including

but an ace man can never be acephobic right? he’s an authority on ace issues after all, and so all aces must have his same experiences

pedophilia?? gee whiz i wonder what that post Vin reblogged about ‘people accusing others of pedophilia that weren’t actually pedophilia’ was about. surely it wasn’t about staff, right?

so, recap of bannable offenses here on Quixol Dot Corn:

Have a public twitter, where you tweet opinions that staff disagrees with

Be friends with the above person who was banned, and when you don’t say anything banworthy when they confront you, have a tumblr account with enough questionable posts for them to construct a banworthy offense

Once both of the above have been banned, ask staff about their decisions, and then try to reasonably discuss their ongoing queerphobia

So anyways, if you’re wondering where Zeetheus, Vin_Venture, and Fritjof42 went... that’s pretty much what happened!

Staff has zero intent on protecting their userbase, just policing the hell out of their opinions, to the point where off-Quixol content is considered a bannable offense, and if staff hasn’t made that clear to anyone, I hope this post does.

Queer people are not safe on Quixol

Unacceptably ace people are not safe on Quixol

The vast majority of people under the LGBT+ umbrella that don’t fit under ‘gay and trans’ are not safe on Quixol

People with anxiety, who have experienced stalking paranoia are not safe on Quixol

#quixol #quixolmc

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