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blossom-and-others · 2 years
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OCtober 2021 Prompts
Tis the season for OCtober 2021! As always, these prompts are open for interpretation and you can do pretty much anything you want with them - write, roleplay, draw, daydream some scenarios, anything goes. For those who are new here or need a refresher, here’s an overview of the event. Tag me @oc-growth-and-development and use #oc-tober so I can reblog your creations!
October 1st, 2021 - October 31, 2021
Day 1: Journey
Day 2: Glass
Day 3: Duel
Day 4: Medicine
Day 5: Throne
Day 6: Mask
Day 7: Power
Day 8: Sugar
Day 9: Spice
Day 10: Wish
Day 11: Truce
Day 12: Garden
Day 13: Burn
Day 14: Cage
Day 15: Stitch
Day 16: Lie
Day 17: Embrace
Day 18: Watch
Day 19: Shadow
Day 20: Tear
Day 21: Impact
Day 22: Discovery
Day 23: Crumble
Day 24: Smile
Day 25: Spirit
Day 26: Carve
Day 27: Anniversary
Day 28: Rest
Day 29: Climb
Day 30: Soothe
Day 31: Home
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Update: Here’s a cute graphic from @a-random-fandom-friend!
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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"Uriel.”
Involuntarily, Uriel’s body stiffened at the sound of his name. Michael stood in the doorway, staring in at Uriel where he lounged in his favorite armchair. 
“Michael.”
Apparently Michael took this as an invitation to enter the room. He was coming from outside; he’s probably just finished doing something despicable, Uriel thought bitterly. Michael flopped unceremoniously into the chair across from him.
“I’ve had quite the day,” Michael chuckled, evidently trying to make conversation. For some reason.
Uriel thought of spitting at him about how he didn’t care, but thought better of it. Instead, he rolled his eyes and stayed silent.
“Do you remember the Ze family that was such a mystery?”
Uriel’s head snapped up. “Of course.”
“All four kids and two parents presumed dead in a fire. Well, later investigation, if you didn’t hear, revealed a few years ago that the father’s brother had been somehow maliciously involved.”
“I think I heard that somewhere,” Uriel said, fighting to keep his voice neutral. “Why do you care?”
“Well, that’s the thing.” Michael leaned his chair, a dining chair someone had pulled from the dining hall, back on two legs and stared at the ceiling. “We all had that meeting a few years ago.”
“Sure.”
“’Oh the Ze kids are back! Three of the four of them!’” he continued, raising his voice slightly. “’How did they survive? What will they do now?’”
“Nothing really, it seems,” Uriel provided.
“Exactly! The whole thing, all that we got in such a tizzy about, it was nothing. They just kept to themselves.”
“Right. So what’s the problem now?”
“Only that someone’s gone and done it again!” Michael finished, throwing his arms dramatically into the air.
“Wh-”
“I found out today that the whole mansion they lived in has been burned to the ground. As it looks now, they’ve all died except the youngest one, Zelenka or something.”
“Zeleikha,” Uriel responded tersely. It was all he could say. He was in shock. How could this have happened? It shouldn’t have been able to happen. And why did it have to be Michael delivering the news with an air of irritation?
“So anyway now we’re dragged into it because apparently we have some sort of obligation to protect lightsomes or something. It’s all a lot of rubbish and more trouble than it’s worth, but the Council’s been on my back all day.”
Senses slowly returning, Uriel rose from his chair. “This happened today?”
“Last night, yeah. I guess it was Satan Fairfax’s troops, but whether we have any ability to press charges is tbd, it seems.”
“I’m gonna go check it out,” Uriel said, aware, even as he said it, that it was a bad idea. Michael nodded eagerly.
“Yes, yes go. Maybe then Lin and Helios and Vee and whoever else on that stupid Council will start badgering you instead. The whole mansion’s been crawling with those pencil pushers all day.”
Uriel was out the door before Michael had even finished his sentence. In a burst of adrelaline, he sprinted across the sprawling lawn and lept off the edge.
For a moment, he allowed himself to fall. Then he opened his wings, caught an updraft, and began to soar.
#oc tober 2020#day thirty: flight#boa snippet#boa uriel#also like he's literally the same person but#boa laoghaire#only tagging laoghaire because like in this one uriel is like haha tbt to when i had a family ahahaha#like obviously the archs are a family but they're just  lil fucked up#boa michael#so like#probably much needed explanation is that the archangels aren't biologically related#they're just powerful angels that were drafted into the program when they were really little kids because they were orphans and#if they weren't in the program they'd probably die and their potential would be wasted#uriel was the last and oldest to join at age 11#and he was a lightsome not an angel but that's a secret#also a secret is that he was laoghaire ze and he joined after getting zellie ro to safety and then going to the two people who were in#charge of the archangels (both of whom are now missing)#jeremial and azrael#and convinced them to let him join because he's powerful and they needed another person but the program had stopped#in exchange for archangel protection for his family (ie the other ze siblings)#there's an animatic immediately after this ends#like when he gets to the burned down mansion#it's big sad#also s/out to zellie for burning down her own house the first time but actually NOT being responsible for the fire the second time#that's character growth#honestly she probably would've been involved but she deadass wasn't there#she and ailine took asuna and said ''yeah fuck that shit''#and went to the dark kingdom#absolute legs
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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Asuna closed her eyes and concentrated all her power on the air just beyond her skin. This was a psychic method and, as a clarivoyant, it was pretty well suited to her abilities. All the same, her power wasn’t very adaptable and, in her limited experimentation, she hadn’t really been able to control it properly, let alone manipulate it to manifest around her. But, as she saw it, this was pretty much the only way to ensure the safety of her friends at the Village.
Still, trying to summon a demon onto a café rooftop on a Tuesday evening wasn’t exactly top of Asuna’s bucketlist.
More quickly than she expected, the slight tingling of her magic settling into the air and onto her skin faded into the cool weight described in the book she’d stolen from her mothers’ room. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
Her power saturated the air around her in about a six inch radius from her skin, coloring the area with a shimmering deep red color. In a moment of terrifying panic, it dawned on Asuna that she’d absolutely forgotten the rest of the directions that she thought she’d had memorized.
Resigned to mark today down as practice and try again tomorrow, Asuna was just about to pull her magic from the air when suddenly a rather severe looking young woman materialised in front of her.
All gelled-back hair and brown tweed, the woman really looked the part as she snapped.
“I am Her Honor Newark of the Western Grove, a representative sent on behalf of the Council to encroach on recent unsafe and inconsiderate actions and crimes committed by yourself, Princess Asuna of the Light Kingdom and Dark Kingdom. What do you have to say for yourself?”
Stunned into silence, it took Asuna a full five seconds to make a sounds after Newark had completed her speech. Eventually, she spoke, feeling meek but determined to give this rando god prick a hard time.
“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
To Asuna’s surprise, Newark’s tightly drawn brows softened and, all at once, she deflated and sat on the ground, shiny dress shoes scuffing as she settled.
“Whatever, you’re off the hook.”
“Um.” Asuna had been gearing herself up to fight and whine and bicker and then, if necessary, suck up and plead. She had not, however, prepared herself for the role of comforter. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah no I’m great,” Newark said, gesturing grandly. Had she still been standing, Asuna might’ve believed her - she seemed like the time to earnestly wave her arms with the grandeousity of a flag in the wind. Sitting criss-cross-applesauce and clearly sulking, the act appeared a tad less genuine.
Unprompted, Newark continued, “It’s just, you give up on the easy thing because you want to do something worthwhile that’ll benefit everyone, and then you get stuck at a dead end job and you spend every day believing and hoping and convincing yourself that you’re moving because if you don’t you’ll go crazy. But the truth is you’re not and you’re just gonna be here, doing nothing forever and ever for the rest of time, and you might as well have not bothered opting out of becoming a plantery god because at least planetary gods have control of something, but nooooo you thought you could do better. And guess what? All those planetary gods are out there living their best lives and complaining about other people’s problems and you’re stuck here with a life so unbelievably boring that you think you’ll just die of boredom and at this rate it’d be better if you did because at least then maybe you wouldn’t be bored anymore. Y’know?”
“Whoa.” Asuna’s head was starting to hurt a little. This girl was seriously intense. After hesitating for a moment, she sat down next to Newark. “Never a dull moment with you, huh?”
“What? No. Didn’t you hear what I just said? Every moment’s dull for me.”
Asuna rolled her eyes. “So. You don’t want to be a magical enforcer or whatever in hell you are.”
Newark looked a little scandalised by her decision to swear in the name of hell, but nevertheless she shook her head emphatically. “What gave it away?”
“Then what I’m hearing is that you don’t actually care if I summon a demon,” Asuna ventured.
“Well... ” Newark’s face twisted for a moment into one of intense conflict. Almost as quickly as the expression came, it vanished. “Officially speaking, of course, it is of utmost importance that you don’t summon a demon, because they’re dangerous and will probably kill you and anyone in the vicinity. Not to mention once they’re locked into a contract, it’s impossible for anyone, including the Council, to forcibly remove them. Personally speaking, however, I have no investment in your choice one way or another.”
Asuna chuckled and got to her feet. “Perfect! I’ll get back to work then, Your Honor Newark of the Northern Grove.”
“Western Grove. There’s no such thing as the Northern Grove. It’s called the Northern Stretch,” Newark said as she stood, back in her scathing tone. Asuna rolled her eyes. “I, too, will return to my work.”
With that, the young god vanished and Asuna was left alone on the roof once again.
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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bringing out the big guns
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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Tag the OC that's rich
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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(hits characters with my beam that makes them my exact sexuality and gender)
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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Tag the OC that can and will fistfight god
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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What is your OC’s go to social media username?
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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cutting scenes from your story like you're a director and that's just showbiz, baby
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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Tag the OC that doesn't know who their parents are
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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Im cute and im sexy and thats why im allowed to build my wizard tower within city limits. Zoning laws dont apply to me because the whole city council is so charmed by my voluminous robes and funny hat.
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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the way your oc speaks and what they choose to say can say a lot about them - what is at least 1 quote of theirs?
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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Which OC is the most artistic?
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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Which OC can and will take down any other OC in a fight? Which OC is too nice to fight? Which OC can take down any other OC but doesn’t?
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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Why is your OC feared?
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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do you have any ocs who faked their own death/are thought to be dead, when they’re not? 
why did they do this, or how did it happen?
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blossom-and-others · 3 years
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Which OCs are:
- Shaped Like a Friend
- Shaped Like a Fiend
- Shaped Like a Fool?
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