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The Veiled Price (Prompt #51: Drink)

Prologue (you’re here)  |  Chapter 1

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Thank you for waiting guys! This was by far the most difficult story to write so far, hence why it took so long (i also procrastinated but shh)

This time it’s a prologue of one of my older g/t universes (5 years ago, to be exact gasps) This story tells the origins of one of my characters. I wouldn’t reveal his backstory until the main chapters but, eh I can’t resist ahushs Fair warning tho that this entire collection of stories will be rated PG-13 for graphic descriptions of pain and death.

Buckle up cause this is my longest story so far! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: It was common knowledge to the people of Immers: never trust the circes. But when lord Audwin Imore falls in desperation to prove himself to his father, he recklessly resorts to drastic measures.“Stop. That is not nearly enough.”

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Audwin laid on his knees on the floor, gasping for breath as if he had drowned, the sword he was previously holding fell a good distance away from him. He had barely processed what his father had said when the baron lowered his sword and started walking away from the exhausted child.

  “Had you been stronger or fiercer, I might have given you another chance. But this already proves your incompetence. I am not going to waste my time testing you any longer.”

  “Father, wait!”

  Audwin scrambled back up and lunged towards Hartmann, who had turned his back against his son. The child gripped the fabric of his father’s shirt and buried his head deep in it, as if the man would turn invisible, never to be seen again.

  “Please! I will get better! I can try again! I’ll do another strike and-”

  Hartmann wasted no time with the desperate pleas and yanked Audwin’s hands from his shirt. His grip around his son’s wrists tightened, cold and distant eyes scrutinizing his tearful ones. He shoved Audwin away and walked to the door as his child stumbled in recoil.

  “It would be wise to keep your mouth shut.”

  With that, he slammed the door closed, the sound ringing inside Audwin’s ears as the sharp words cut through his chest. He hiccupped and rubbed his face in his hands in a desperate attempt to stop his tears. Yet, an ember of resolve, remnants of a dream still not buried, burned within him.

  He was only eight. He could still become strong.

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  “Is that all you can do, Audwin?”

  His older brother teased between thrusts and parries of their swords. The teenager’s lungs begged for air, but his eyes remained steady.

  “You haven’t gotten me yet.”

  Audwin feigned an overhead strike in order to kick his brother in the middle and gain advantage, but Benedictus had a bright intellect and saw through his strategy. Going along Audwin’s plan at first, he pretended to raise his sword only to aim it towards his younger brother’s raised foot, colliding his blade with it in a swift motion. In a matter of seconds, Benedictus charged and knocked Audwin’s sword from his hand. It fell with a large clank to the ground. Not enough. I am still not strong enough, He thought as his expression fell.

  He glanced at his father, who had briefly stopped by to watch the sparring match between the brothers. Audwin held his breath as he looked at the stern and disappointed face across the room. 7 years after that last testing day, baron Hartmann barely regarded Audwin and his sister’s presence. The eldest son, Benedictus, occupied all that was left of the aged lord’s energy. The distant memory left a bitter taste in his mouth.

  Audwin knew what his father wanted. Stability for the kingdom the land of Immers is part of. Acknowledgement of his merits by the king, the expansion of the state, or simply to make it strong and powerful. All those reasons spat out of the tenacious man’s mouth one time or another. He valued military strength for that exact reason, since providing armies to the king was the best way to get recognition as a baron. In the end, despite everything, the young lord admired his father’s goal. He longed to realize that dream alongside him and his brother, leading armies side by side with them, the sweet and rewarding feeling of honor overflowing his senses. And yet…

He cut his train of thought when Hartmann rose from his seat and left the sparring room without a word.

  His chances slipped away by each second. So many years went by, but he never won one match, never disarmed that swift, dexterous blade from his brother’s grasp. Audwin looked down in dejection, but Benedictus’s firm hands on his shoulder awoke him from his stupor.

  “Don’t worry. I am sure you will surpass me in no time. Just keep practicing.” He said with considerate eyes.

  “I’m not so sure that is possible anymore, Benet.” Audwin said with a sigh.

  “Nonsense! You still have time ahead of you. Regardless, I will be here to massage our father’s ego, and in the meantime, you can focus on bettering yourself.” He said in futile reassurance, despite Audwin appreciating his consideration. “While I am doing that, you can be present for Otilia.”

  Benedictus was right, he could not lose his focus from her. At least he had his mother back then when his father rejected him, but his little sister never had the chance to meet her, and was ignored by the baron since her birth. Audwin huffed as the memory ignited anger in his chest. Ever since Otilia was born, he promised he would give her company.

  “Why do you care so much about impressing him, anyway? It is me who must reach his expectations, after all. You know how the old man’s thoughts are ridiculous.”

  “Because…” Audwin paused. He recalled that day back at his first trainings. Laying on the ground out of breath, his father looming over him with a disapproving look. A flame of resentment rising within him, burning deep inside his chest, conviction brimming in his eyes. They remain burning until this day, the fire threatening to consume him whole.

  “He will only recognize the mistake he’s made when I show it to his face.”

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   “Have you heard? Master Audwin has been secretly sneaking out at night to train inside the forest”

  “Ah, you shall not worry about that. It has been so for the past four years.” The governess responded the curious maid with a dismissing motion of her hand.

  “Four years? In the middle of the woods? Does lord Hartmann not know about this? And it is not a place for a nobleman to go into, especially with the circes roaming in it.”

  “Do you still believe in those fairytales?”

  “You do not believe it, mistress?”

  The governess paused with a hesitant look.

  “Well, I admit. No sane soul goes to the circes’ territory.” She approached the maid with a firm look on her face.

  “But listen. Lord Audwin is not a sane soul. Not since he started training in secret. Something deep and… Obsessive, moves him. And it is not our business to meddle with our lord’s affairs.”

  The governess stayed inches close to the chambermaid’s face, and whispered in a hushed, alarmed tone.

  “May this be kept between us, and we shall not inform lord Hartmann about his son’s endeavors, or there shall be great consequences.”

  The servant, who is used to following orders without question, nodded earnestly, and they moved on from the conversation.

  She did not know that the governess has been told by the young noble himself to conceal his secret.

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  Audwin struck his sword against the tree trunk as hard as he could, hoping to form a bigger dent on it than the ones from four years ago. He remembered the marks his father left with his sword on the wood back at his childhood, when he gave a demonstration of brute strength at the corner of the forest. A cut deep and precise. Those were the standards the sons of baron Hartmann Imore had to strive for.

  And he would achieve that.

  With a powerful grunt, Audwin striked the final blow on the trunk.

  It barely went deeper than last time.

  Audwin stared at the thin mark gasping for breath, distraught. He trained so hard, for all those years, and yet his strength still barely surpassed his fifteen-year-old self.

  Why. Why am I so pathetic?

“You wish to be stronger, young gentleman? That is your final ambition?”

  Audwin was startled by a melodic and feminine voice coming from the woods. He turned around in shock, and the sight haunted him:

  From the dense trees and into the clearing emerged a short and slender figure, covered in a black dress with black robes, and long, ebony hair that came down below the waist. Her blue eyes radiated color in an unnatural fashion, entrancing him in a deep, compassionate gaze. The figure let a small smile.

  “Who are you?” – Audwin tried to contain the tremble within his voice.

  “Just a commoner picking fruits inside these woods. You are one of the baron Hartmann’s sons, I presume?” – she answered in an innocent manner.

  “Do not fool me, witch. I know precisely what you are. It is wise if you leave me alone if you wish to live.” Audwin pointed his sword in the direction of the creature.

  And she giggled wholeheartedly.

  “My my, I might have underestimated your intelligence.” The witch’s piercing eyes peered at him with glee. “And yet, you retort me with such vile words just because of some foul rumors about me. Where are your manners?” she mocked sadness.

  “Leave.”

  “Shouldn’t I be saying this to you? This is my territory, after all.”

  Without a proper counterargument, Audwin went silent, and the circe smirked. She hit the jackpot.

  The witch slowly trudged her bare feet towards the hesitant man.

  “I suppose the reason you invaded my territory to train in the middle of the night is because of a deep desire within your soul.” She closed the distance between them, and Audwin felt sweat dripping for his forehead. Somehow, her presence paralyzed him in fear.

  How much more pathetic could he get?

  “I know the baron’s fame around the land.” She continued. “His methods are rigorous, and his standards are high towards his heirs. He saw your below average strength, and deemed you unworthy of military and governmental affairs.”

  Audwin remained silent, sword unsheathed. His expression threatened to betray the fear within him, yet he remained steady and firm.

  “What a shame, I must say. If only your efforts to better yourself had paid off.” She glanced at the scratch on the tree.

  Audwin should not be immobile. He knew the danger he was under. His mind told him to run and never come back to the woods, but his feet remained planted in place. It was as if the circe had put a spell on him that prevented him from running. Were those creatures even capable of such magic? Or was his fear the spell that made him frozen in place?

  The circe inched closer and closer, until they were inches apart. Those vibrant blue eyes stared deep into his brown ones, her small smile never changing. If she came even closer, she would be able to ruffle his ash brown, wavy hair with a single exhale.

  “I know a way to make you stronger. No matter what others have told you about me, I have the solution you are looking for. However, it comes at a price.”

  Audwin took a shallow breath, and mustered up the courage to reply, in a faint voice.

  “All of this monologue in order to convince me to fall for your tricks? I’m afraid your efforts have proved unsuccessful.”

  Despite that, she grinned.

  “Oh, foolish nobleman, I do not wish to convince you of anything. On the contrary, I am quite happy with my living conditions now. I have no use in tricking unfortunate souls like you.”

  Audwin scoffed in disbelief, and the circe’s never-changing smile remained. She turned around and started strolling around him.

  “I am just telling you a fact. The other humans know the rumors of my power, yet few know I mostly work in favor of them. As long as they have the proper rewards to give me, I am capable of realizing any wish they so desire, all within a single concoction.”

  The witch looked at Audwin’s unmoving eyes with peace and joy. He could not fall for her foolish talk. Yet, the words echoed in his mind.

  If they have the right reward, any wish they so desire within a single concoction…

  No. He would not falter. He is capable of being strong on his own.

  Upon reading the young lord’s expression, the witch stopped her joyful stride around him.

  “Oh well. If you wish to remain in your methods, I shall waste no further time talking to you.” She turned around and started walking away from him, and Audwin finally felt relieved enough to lower his sword slightly.

  “Just remember, nobleman. I reside deep within the forest, across this clearing we stand.”

  Without any further word, she entered the dense part of the woods, and her silhouette disappeared.

  Audwin wasted no time and swiftly left the place the instant she was gone.

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  While Audwin was in his office studying, he easily drifted to the words the circe had said to him.

  Could she really be capable of making him stronger?

  If he really would not be able to acquire more strength than his physique was capable of, maybe…

  No. What was he thinking? He knew they were trickster creatures, she wants him to drink the potions she provides. Yet here he was falling for her tricks!

  Audwin was abruptly cut off from his thoughts when his brother entered the door in a hurry.

  “I came from a reunion with father. We’re going in a war against the province from northeast.”

  Audwin raised his head and his heart started beating faster. Could it be? Would he finally be able to fight? To prove himself?

  “In that case, I must prepare the convocations right away.” Audwin said.

  “About that, the reason I came in such a hurry is because… Father does not want to put you responsible for the other half of the army.”

  “… What?”

  “Just the usual foolishness of that old man. He believes putting you as their leader will cause failure to the king’s nation.”

  Audwin felt rage bubbling up inside his chest. “You cannot be serious.”

  “Sadly, this is precisely why I came to talk to you with such urgency.” His brother frowned in an apologetic tone. “I do not want to accept this either, Audwin. But as much as I want to go against father’s orders, he will still go to war with us. He would not let us go through such a plan, and it would lead us both to grave consequences and even chaos amongst our troops.”

  “Yes, I understand.” Audwin muttered under his breath with clenched teeth. “I have no other option then.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I will have a talk with father.”

  “Will it work, I wonder?”

  An idea sparked in Audwin’s mind.

  “If I fail to convince father, how about a sparring match between we two? It’s my last chance to prove it to him, if I win.”

  Benedictus put a hand on his chin in thought. This could work.

  “Alright, leave the matching arrangements and convincing our father to me.”

  Audwin’s eyes were piercing and determined. He would lead that war. And he would prove his father once and for all.

  “Just, if we do have to cross blades at the end, do not go easy on me.”

  His brother laughed proudly. “Leave it to me.”

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  The evening came and Audwin hastily strode in the halls. His father could not be serious. The young nobleman knew that the great lord Hartmann would prefer if his middle son matched his ideals of warrior, but he could still fight! What nonsense to not let him lead as per tradition? He knew he was not as fast, or not as strong, or not as intelligent, but he still had capabilities of his own. He did well at his studies, and did average at his training, but he could still lead an army. Then, why? Why would he be regarded as a mere foot soldier? Audwin huffed with the boiling frustration he felt, but he took yet another round of deep breaths to calm his mind. He needed to be as levelheaded as possible if he were to convince his father to give him a leading position at war.

  He felt someone tugging the back of his coat and looked behind him.

  Otilia clung to the fabric as her bright, round eyes stared pleadingly at her brother. The sight made all the previous anger he felt disappear.

  “Brother, can we play?” – she hugged her porcelain doll. Otilia loved to play house, and Audwin was often one of her most esteemed guests to her tea parties. Playing like that felt embarrassing, but he liked to indulge his sister in her plays, and very soon she would be all grown up and not interested in dolls anymore.

  He knelt and glanced at the young girl with sweet eyes.

  “Not now Otily, brother’s busy. But I promise that as soon as I’m free, we’ll play together. Alright?”

  The docile child nodded, despite her face falling. She was considerate and had a peaceful nature, so reasoning with her was quite easy.

  “Ah, ok. But I’ll wait for you!”

  He knocked on the door gently. Audwin chose that precise time because he knew his father had finished most of his tasks and was fairly on his best mood. The best mood being a less intolerant one.

  “Sir, may I come in?”

  The room went silent for a bit upon hearing Audwin’s voice, but Hartmann mumbled a deep “yes” without any objections. Great. That meant he had some sort of chance of reasoning with him. The door groaned as he opened it and the room echoed with Audwin’s steps. He stopped to face his father, who sat on his armchair, chin resting on the top of his hands.

  “What urgent matters bring you here?” he narrowed his eyes. Audwin breathed in.

  “I have heard about the news of war against the east province. I thought about a few strategies, and I was wondering if I could-“

  “Everything has already been accounted for and discussed with your brother and the rest of the nobility. The war plans are not to be changed.”

  “Then, if that is the case, maybe I-“

  “You are not going to lead this war, Audwin. Stay at the position I assign you to. Now leave.”

  Audwin’s composure started to fall.

  “Then, tell me, why should I not? I could help.”

  Hartmann stood up.

  “Why? You present me with your pitiful abilities, and you are asking why? I have slave soldiers who perform better than you, and most presumably will not die at this war, unlike yourself.”

  “But I know how to analyze! I may not have as much strength or speed, but I can elaborate a worthy strategy or, or something! Please, I-“

  Audwin was interrupted by a backhand slap, the force almost knocking him to the ground. He widened his eyes as pain throbbed at his left cheek.

  “You recoiled from this? Insolent. Can you not see how pathetic of a son you are? Weak, pleading, coward. You have no authority to question me. Your ‘strategies’ are of no value to me.”

  He looked down with furious eyes, strands of hair covering part of his face.

  “Now leave, if you know better. I will not hesitate to demonstrate what I do to those who disobey me.”

  Audwin stormed out of the room, looking at the patterns of the corridor floors, ignoring his sister’s room as he passed by it. Rage bubbling deep inside his chest.

  He left the manor, heading straight towards the stable. He picked his horse.

  And rode off towards the forest.

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  The horse galloped deep inside the forest, tall trees covered the moonlight, obscured by their dense foliage, casting the place in shadow. Looking straight in front of him, Audwin pressed on, dodging branches and twigs until he reached that same clearing from days before. Crossing it to the other side of the woods, the horse ran until they reached the base of a mountain, where caves were abundant. One single boulder covered in vines was planted in front of the rocky mountain, as big as a house, with a chimney and a wooden door. It must be the place of that circe.

  Audwin dismounted from his horse and approached the cave, knocking at the door. He sent a glance towards the satchel attached on his hip, it had to be enough. The door immediately opened, revealing the same entrancing woman from before.

  “Young nobleman! What a pleasure to see you here! Come inside!”

  “Not yet.” He opened his satchel, revealing a generous amount of money and a family heirloom inside. “First, I need to make sure this qualifies for that ‘reward’ you previously mentioned me.”

  The witch gave a brief glance at the goods before sending him a knowing smile.

  “It is more than enough. Now come.”

  The last thing Audwin heard before closing the door was the disgruntled neighs from his beloved horse companion.

   “I figured your wish. You want to be stronger, the greatest warrior of the kingdom. Maybe even the fiercest warrior on earth?”

  “The strongest, the fiercest, such words could describe what I wish. You already know that much. If I do not acquire this strength for a match tomorrow, I will not be able to lead the army alongside my brother.”

  The circe smirked.

  “I see, so that is why you came to me with such urgency” She grabbed the satchel of gold he previously gave her. “Yes… A price worth paying to achieve what you never managed to by your strength alone.”

  Audwin gulped the frustration that bubbled inside his throat.

  “Yes, a concoction for such a wish is easy to make.” The circe got up.

  She went to the caldron in front of her in the small room, which already had an unknown liquid inside. Whatever that substance was, it seemed to be the main part of the potion, because she only added a few unknown herbs and spices to the boiling liquid, mixing them with a huge spoon, which turning it into an unnatural blue hue. The substance condensed until it barely occupied the bottom of the caldron, and she easily tilted the heavy stone pot into a small rectangular glass bottle in her hands, not missing a single drop.

  As simple as that, the potion was finished. The witch tied the lid with a cork and a blue lace in to decorate it. It looked almost lovely. She handed it to Audwin who watched everything with his eyes widened in shock. Never had he seen something so out of the natural. He second-guessed his reasons to be there.

  “If your sparring match is at night, drink it in the afternoon. Your strength will come shortly after and you will be able to win the fight. Oh, and do wear some bigger clothes before you drink it, maybe borrow ones from your older brother.”

  Audwin held the bottle with the blue liquid in his trembling hands, not believing what he had just done.

  “Good luck in the war. It’s going to happen in a few days, right?”

  “Yes.”

  The witch’s calm smile widened slightly.

  “Lovely! Have a nice success.”

  “I hope I never see you again.” Audwin murmured, and left the strange house through the wooden door, closing it. He hid the bottle inside another pouch he carried, and trotted with his horse away from the dense forest.

  It was only after the horse’s sounds could not be heard anymore that the witch leaned against the doorframe.

  “How rude. I help him this much and this is how he says goodbye?” She said to herself in a mocking tone, not able to contain the giggles that came right after. Her smile stretched across her face, chest filling with pride upon another successful purchase of a desperate soul.

  “And I hope you soon know that this is not the last time you’ll hear of me.”

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  The day of the match had arrived. Audwin sat alone in his bedroom, door locked, the sparkling blue liquid of the bottle swirling in his hands. His heartbeat slammed against his ribcage. Every part of his mind advised him to not take the potion. To not drink it. This has been a mistake.

  Yet, he had no choice. He either drank it or he would lose the spar, not ever being able to win the respect of his father again.

  He had come this far, he would not back down now.

  Audwin removed the cork from the glass and smelled the contents inside it. The scent was sweet to an almost sickening point. His breath stopped for a moment, his heart slamming harder against his chest.

  And in a single, swift motion, he chugged the potion’s contents down.

  The taste was sweet like honey yet felt refreshing, but a bitter aftertaste made him cough violently. Audwin put the bottle on the nightstand and held his face in his hands, gasping for air. Whatever he had done, it was settled.

  The effects were almost instantaneous, for his head started throbbing so strongly against his skull he grabbed it between his hands. Not only did his throat burn, but the entirety of his body, like he had been set on fire.

  Suddenly, Audwin clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth as his bones crackled and his muscles stretched. His veins popped as he bit his arm to muffle his screams.

  In a matter of minutes, the disturbing shifting sounds stopped, and his pain subdued to a light ache.

  Audwin took deep breaths to calm himself before slowly getting up, not used to how his joints snapped after the sudden change. He looked to his arms and torso, noticing how more muscled they seemed. Not only that, his brother’s clothes which were so loose in him now fit him perfectly. He looked at the ground, noticing how much farther it seemed. It seems he had gotten taller as well.

  The potion had worked.

  Audwin breathed in, surprised at how instant everything was. Suddenly he felt stronger, fiercer, more than capable. And all it took was a family heirloom and a few amount of money. He took careful, stumbling steps towards the mirror, not yet used to his new body. He glanced at himself, and almost fell down in absolute shock.

  The person in front of him was unrecognizable. The thin, fragile frame was completely replaced by an athletic and trained body, to the point even his jaw seemed more angular. Audwin stared wide eyed at his reflection, and felt such an enormous amount of joy in his chest he felt like he would cry. This is it. That was the day he would win his father’s respect. He was sure of it now.

  When Audwin left the room, he was wearing armor from head to toe, with only his face at view. If he were using only his brother’s clothes, the changes would seem too abrupt and suspicious to everyone.

  He arrived at the sparring room with his brother already there, who looked at him in surprise.

  “I guessed this was supposed to be simple sword sparring, Why the sudden armored-warrior-stance now?” He said jokingly.

  “I thought we might take this more seriously, to convince him.” Audwin said, trying to contain the shock upon hearing himself speak. Even his voice sounded a bit deeper.

  “Well, in take case, I should put mine on as well. I said I’ll not go easy on you, after all.”

  After Benedictus got ready, Baron Hartmann arrived not long after, his confident attitude the same as ever. His footsteps echoed across the room as the lords and servants went silent, sitting across a cushioned seat that was placed to the side, at the right amount of distance from where the fight would happen. He raised his hand in a dismissive motion and the servants left in a hurry.

  Audwin took deep breaths. In and out, in and out. He could practically feel his new body shifting under his command, the grip of his hands tightening on the handle of the sword. He felt good, reinvigorated.

  He would win that match.

  Audwin and Benedictus positioned on opposites sides at the center, waiting for the command to start the sparring. In an instant, the world disappeared, leaving only Audwin and his father. Audwin stared deep in those condescending eyes, determination burning bright.

  “Begin.”

  Benedictus lunged forward in amazing speed, but Audwin stayed in place. He waited for his brother to get inches close to him until he evaded that sword’s thrust and lashed his blade against it. Benedictus recoiled in surprise, not expecting to lose his balance from the sheer strength of Audwin’s moves. They exchanged jabs and swings back and forth, each blow from his blade surpassing his brother’s and baron Hartmann’s expectations, who, for the first time in years, widened his eyes. The moves got more and more aggressive, fiercer as time passed, and Audwin thrived at his newfound strength.

  The match ended quickly with Audwin’s final blow knocking Benedictus’s sword so hard it flew across the room and pierced the wall with a crack. His brother fell on his knees, panting, gasping out of tiredness but also out of astonishment. He had done it. His little brother had won a match. He raised his head to see Audwin extending his hand towards him, a cheerful glee across his face. He could not help but smile in return, proud of his brother for finally proving their jerk of a father wrong, and taking his hand to get up. He knew he would do it.

  Both brothers stared at their father in expectation, who tried to return to his usual composure, despite the clear shock in his eyes. He got up and cleared his throat.

  “Ahem, the terms of this match that your brother had told me were, if you won it, you would lead the other half of the army, according to old rules.”

  He closed hies eyes and mustered the courage to look at his forsaken son.

  “Therefore, I shall hold my end of the promise. Meet me in a few hours for further discussions.”

  He got up from his chair much slower than usual, although his walk out was at a faster pace. Without any additional words, the man left.

  Audwin looked at his brother contently, a confident complexion on his face.

  “Well, you did it, little brother.” Benedictus said with a proud smile. He touched Audwin’s shoulder in reassurance.

  “See you tomorrow, then.”

  “Yeah.” Audwin let out a constrained smile, attempting to ignore the searing pain burning underneath his skin.

  Was it the fight? His muscles ached and tensed with each step towards his bedroom. He needed to prepare himself and dress appropriately for the meeting later, yet his clothes were probably unfitting for him now and he barely could sit straight. Audwin entered his room and removed his armor with hurry, gasping for breath. He stared at his hands as they sweated and trembled uncontrollably.

   Something was not right.

  It was not long before the pain increased to the point Audwin kneeled by the bedside, clutching the sheets. Desperate for a quick solution, he decided it was best he searched for that witch before he could not react anymore. He left his room in a hurry, passed through all concerned servants, until he reached the stable, where he took his horse and ran outside with as much force as he could, barely holding onto the horse’s reins as the burning sensation teared through his bones.

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  He entered the dense forest, passed through the thick bushes, and ended up at the same clearing. Startled by a mysterious force, the horse stopped abruptly, throwing Audwin out of it and onto the grass. He gasped and raised his head to find the animal galloping away from him. No. But he could not go after it now, he had to get up and reach that witch and demand her, plead her if he needed, to know what was going on and how to fix the unbearable pain.

  He barely had time to think when the flaring pain raised in intensity and he doubled over in agony. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he grunted and dug his fingers in the dirt. Quicker than he could process, a stinging sensation ruled over his body as his skin felt cramped and tight. He looked at his shaky hand, immediately regretting it when he saw what was happening, heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. His fingers elongated and bent with loud cracks, the shifting of bones making him choke as the sensation slowly crept up his arms until it completely stabbed all his body. He screamed and looked to the ground in agony, not wanting to see what was happening to him. His breathing became labored and short, desperation clenching at his chest. He groaned and curled inside himself in a failed attempt to stop the deafening crack of his bones reforming and increasing in density, his muscles stretching and spasming. His spine felt like it was snaping inside his body and piercing through his sore skin. Audwin contained the tears welling up in his eyes as he clenched his teeth so hard, he thought he would break them.

  He never should have taken the potion. He knew the dangers from the beginning. He knew and he took it without a second thought. He did not know if his chest burned from the extending ribcage or from his anger at himself.

  By the time the searing pain subsided to a sore throb, Audwin was panting and covered in sweat, his hands holding a large, heavy portion of earth from the ground he was on.

  Kneeling, he attempted to stand up, but his weakened state made him stumble backwards in a loud thud. He thought an earthquake had happened at the exact same time. Why was everything so loud? Where was he? He could not see the familiar trees surrounding the clearing anymore. He hunched over and took shallow breaths, holding his forehead in his hands and searching for a familiar sight. There, knee level with him, were bushes. He looked closer. They were attached to small but thick trunks.

  His heart stopped for a second.

  He must be having a nightmare, supposing things.

  He kneeled by the bushes and touched one of them. Same texture as leaves. He snatched one from the ground and heard loud, cracking noises. Attached to it were roots.

  Those were trees.

  Audwin widened his eyes and shot up, dropping the tree with a deafening thud, resisting the vertigo that came over him when he realized just how high up he was, yet his feet were planted firmly on the ground.

  No. He must be having a hallucination.

  He took slow, shaky steps. They shook the earth like earthquakes.

  He must be in his room at that moment, having a lucid nightmare.

  He saw birds flying away with loud squawks. As small as fleas.

  This is not real. It’s not real. It is not real.

  The moonlight barely illuminated his path. He trudged aimlessly towards the forest until he reached the bottom of a mountain. There was a cave, and he went inside. He laid down with his bare body on the cold dirt.

  Maybe if he closed his eyes, he would wake up in his bedroom, and he would forget. Pretend that nightmare never happened.

  That night, the circe appeared to Audwin in a dream. The unmoving smile, icy blue eyes staring lovingly in his direction. Hatred burned inside his chest, yet he found himself paralyzed. The witch laughed.

  “Foolish human. Have you not done your homework? Circes thrive in mischief and trickery.”

  He tried to scream, to launch at her and demand to change back, but he found himself unable to move.

  “Yet I have not lied to you. Indeed, I gave you what you most wished for. You became the strongest individual in this earth. However, in return, you gave me your humanity.”

  The circe’s smile grew wider, and Audwin remained speechless, not making a single sound.

  “I appreciate the riches and jewels you gave me, though. I consider it a bonus gift to myself.” She said in irony.

  And without a word, she vanished, and the dream evaporated with her.

  When he opened his eyes, he still found his bare body laid down on the harsh rocky soil, inside the same dark, humid cave.

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  No one knows what happened to the second son of baron Hartmann. As far as witnesses know, he disappeared without a trace.

  Many theorize that the beast from deep within the woods ate him while he trained in one of his secret midnight sessions, as was told by that governess who had once promised secrecy.

  Maybe the monster of the forest, who was rumored to have terrorized countless villages and stolen their crops would one day disappear, never to be heard again or to install fear in others.

  But five years after the obscure legend of Immers, their feigned peace would come to a close, after the arrival of an eccentric foreigner at a village across the state.

  The echoes of a feminine laughter could still be heard deep inside those woods.

#coffeh writes #coffeh's writing #g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #g/t writing #g/t story #g/t angst #no comfort only pain in this one :) #coffeh oc: audwin #coffeh oc: berk #coffeh oc: the circe #coffeh oc: benedictus #coffeh oc: otilia #coffeh oc: hartmann #yeah they will all be back #no the main character hasnt appeared yet #cant wait to show him to yall he's one of my favorites #coffeh oc: kylon #cause he's mentioned at the end #oc: audwin #oc: kylon #oc: the circe #oc: otilia #oc: benedictus #oc: hartmann #oc: berk

[aroaceleovaldez]

do you have anymore rogue demigod headcanons? recently i've been thinking of my own rogue demigod ocs and trying to come up with ideas for them

BOY DO I

Okay i have a lot of very niche thoughts about how rogue demigods work and the sort of loose culture they have as a collective group. I'll go over the main thoughts I have and throw some bonus loose rogue concepts at the bottom of the post just for fun if anyone wants oc ideas. Below a cut cause i've thought about this a lot so there's. a lot:

Most rogues take the "names have power" thing a lot more seriously than campers do, since they don't have the protection of the camps to help them. As a result, many rogues go by "rogue names" or pseudonyms. Some chose their names on the spot, others slowly gained a name over time or were nicknamed by other rogues. Some may choose to not go by a rogue name, but many at least have one even if they don't always use it. Some rogue name hcs I have for specific canon characters include: "Hound" or "Hound of Hades" for Nico (cause hellhounds, also rogues making jokes about him being "the camps'/Olympians' dog"), "Rue" for Chris (named himself after Clarisse cause he missed her, though he's too bashful about it to admit it), Luke's was "Titan," and Hylla's being "Twice-Kill" is just canon. It's also fun to play around with how common some rogue names might be ("Wolf" and other animal names are definitely popular), how silly some might be (Just the first thing that popped into their head, their old street/town name, a famous actor or character, a youtuber's name/handle, cryptids, etc etc. "Ender" is also definitely popular. yknow. from Minecraft), and what stereotypes might be associated with rogue names/common rogue names. You can get real funky with it really easily. I'm personally a big fan of there being a rogue joke about people with animal-themed rogue names, just because of how common they probably are. It's probably rare that somebody earns an animal-themed rogue name from the collective community rather than just picking it themself. Also easy jokes about rogues sliding by with youtuber names or similar just cause most rogues can't access the internet, so they don't get the reference.

Almost all rogues knew about other mythologies/pantheons way before the camps did. It's a very open-secret type of thing. It's pretty impossible for them to not run into demigods from other pantheons living like they do. They just generally don't tell camper demigods about it, partially because it's sort of an unspoken rogue agreement to keep it secret from them for general demigod safety and also because most rogues don't like campers, so it's kind of a joke to keep them in the dark. Titan Army demigods were very well aware of both camps in particular.

The Amazons, Hunters, Circe's Sorceresses, and other rogue groups are also fully aware of this but don't ever mention it, even if they're camp-affiliated. The sorceresses just generally didn't run into campers enough for it to be relevant (and the campers they did run into probably never went back). For Amazons they're probably just too focused in profits to bother stirring up trouble by telling the camps about it. The Hunters probably don't mention it for the safety of the camps.

Camp Jupiter is very anti-rogue and hostile towards rogues in general. It's very rare that rogues are able to join the legion, and anyone who leaves to become a rogue is formally exiled and can't ever return. Most people who join the legion have to either be sponsored by a retired legionnaire family living outside of camp or just wholly directed to camp by a god (or representative of a god - see: Nico for Hazel). Rogues particularly hate CJ because of that. CHB on the other hand is perfectly willing to take in former rogues and there are plenty of ex-rogues in CHB who are fully aware of other pantheons. They just. Don't feel like ever mentioning it. Rogues are generally a bit kinder towards CHB because of their more open friendliness towards rogues, and will help direct new demigods towards CHB fairly often. They're still not fans of it most of the time, but they understand rogue life isn't for everyone and that it's safer, at least.

A lot of rogues take mercenary work, or other hired jobs. Technically this one is just kind of canon. See: Lots of TOA rogues, even some rogues from PJO and HoO are implied to have been hired by the Titan Army or Giant Army (or Octavian). This line of work is seen as totally legitimate to rogues, though there's a lot of different opinions within rogue circles about how it should be gone about. The most common opinion is that it's taboo to take or hire hits on those who run safehouses. Rogue safehouses are usually considered off-limits for any kind of targeting, and trying to target them is sure to ruin your reputation. Stealing or inter-rogue violence is generally considered on the table though. It's largely a lawless space. If you're particularly cruel or try to throw your weight around a lot though, you're sure to be ostracized by other rogues. Because of this, groups like the Titan Army who vocally advertised a lot of trying to make life better for rogues were popular, but other groups like the Giant Army or Tri are significantly less popular because they're seen as just power-grabs trying to hire extra muscle because they can't handle their petty squabbles on their own. Most rogues who joined the Giant Army or Tri were either indebted to them somehow or really desperate and willing to take more dubious jobs.

Norse rogues are actually significantly more common than Greek or Roman rogues, as they don't have any options for a camp to train at instead of living as a rogue, and get hunted down by monsters once they become old enough often regardless of specific parentage. Norse rogues are often more willing to take more dangerous work, as they hope it will either attract the attention of their godly parents to help them or if they build up reputation and die valiantly it will be enough to get them into Valhalla.

Safehouses are rare, but not unheard of. They're mostly just rare because their success rates vary wildly, and many try to build one but fail. The successful ones are often widely known in rogue circles, and there are some that are trade/gathering hubs to find work or restock supplies (and catch up on news). Most are considered peaceful zones, though there are some where combat is allowed, or may even have spectator sports like gladiator battles or etc where rogues can try to build up their reputations and notoriety.

Not every demigod benefited from Percy's deal that the Olympians had to claim all their kids - for some, they could have otherwise slid under the radar, but being claimed caught the attention of monsters and forced them on the run. Some got claimed in the middle of doing something in their mundane lives (with the gods doing some mass-claimings after the war) and had to run away on the spot, and resent Percy/CHB/The Olympians for it.

Free to use rogue demigod concepts:

Amazons and Hunters count as rogues! Anything with them is always fun. Ex-Circe sorceresses are also very fun.

Titan Army, Giant Army, and Tri rogues are also always very fun to play with.

Rogue satyrs, fauns, and nymphs! Or monsters/part-monsters, even!

Cursed rogues! Maybe they're part-monster, and/or the curse is part of them being banished/exiled somehow.

Rogues who run safehouses, or rogues who don't run safehouses but live there. What's their community like? How does it function? What are the rules there, and what's life like there? What's their role?

Think of a rogue name and then make a character themed around that. It's VERY fun I highly recommend it, especially if the names are leaning silly. Rogues stealing youtuber names, or their favorite anime characters, or some other pop-culture reference and hoping nobody notices. Rogue named Vriska or Sans or something. Rogues named after Pokemon. Get funky with it.

Rogues who work with monsters, or have alliances with them! How did their alliance come to be? Is it reliable? Why do they work together - what do either of them get out of it? etc etc.

Mercenary rogues, or other rogues who do hired work. Who are their clients, and what does their work entail? How does that impact their reputations?

Rogues who were revived with the Doors of Death. what were their lives like before they died? How did they die? How did they come back? Were they ever part of the Giant Army? What's their second life like?

Multiple generation rogues! Second-gen or third-gen rogues who were born into rogue life outside the camps but have always known about demigod communities.

Demigod who got claimed unexpectedly from the post-Titan War mass-claiming stuff and was forced on the run.

Norse rogues! Rogues from different pantheons! Or even rogue magicians! How do their lives differ from Greek/Roman demigods? What do they get up to?

#pjo #riordanverse #headcanon #headcanons #rogue demigods #Anonymous #ask #I LOVE ROGUE OCS!!!!! also love to see other people making them! #theyre so fun and versatile love those funky guys

[rosietrace]

Errand Boy

Divider by @cafekitsune !

[ This short story is important to the main story of the central character ]

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Central Character ; 『 Sumeragi Yuuta, “The Golden Rule” 』

Mentioned (Central) ; 『 “Rei-Rei”, ‘The Secret Silly Symphony’ 』

【 This is both a short story important to the central character's story; All Ocs belong to their respective owners and will be credited at the end. 】

Synopsis: Crowley's favorite errand boy just can't catch a break, can he? Well, at least it isn't most of his errands Yuuta has to run.

Warning(s): Angst, comfort at the end(?), backstory spoilers, nobody knows it's his birthday :(, not proofread because grammarly sucks now and we die like men

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Whatever they were talking about, Yuuta wasn't putting in any effort in listening. It was just how he operated most of the time.

Disassociation; a brief hum and nod as though he were paying attention; a snarky comment thrown in when he gets asked the age-old “are you even listening?”— all culminating into one of the most mundane ways for Yuuta to start his day.

Well, maybe that was a little cruel to say; Ellis and Circe seemed to be enjoying themselves just fine. Something about the former trying on a new shade of pink she, quote on quote, invented.

Yuuta sat on the couch he'd recently helped implement into Ellis' eyesore of a room, his eyes focused on the ceiling to refrain from rolling his eyes so far back they'd get stuck.

Are they done yet? Yuuta asked himself, completely disassociating from whatever conversation Ellis and Circe were currently having. He felt a little bad for being so inattentive; fashion was one of the few things he had in common with the duo.

Yet there he was, barely even paying a sliver of attention to whatever nonsense they were talking about. Something about ‘inventing new colors’, but he was too busy thinking to actually listen.

“Yuuta?”

He blinked, his gaze flitting between the pink ceiling — that he painted for Ellis — to Ellis herself. Seemed like while he was occupied with… anything other than what they were talking about.

“Hm?” He quirked up an eyebrow. “What?”

“We were just asking what you thought of this new design Ellis came up with,” Circe took hold of Ellis’ sketchbook and went over to Yuuta, handing it to him.

Yuuta got a good look at the sketch. It was good, he believed. Then again, Ellis always did have a knack for design.

“Well?” Ellis strode over to them, tilting her head to the side with a smile Yuuta couldn't dare break.

“What do you think?”

Why do you always ask me that? Yuuta thought. The praise Ellis received for her talent in fashion and all things related to it weren't unwarranted. She didn’t need to ask him, or Circe, or anyone about if a design looked good or not— there was no need to.

It was Circe's turn to raise an eyebrow. “Yuuta?” It was as though Yuuta couldn't hear them, hear anything.

Circe snapped his fingers twice, that hint of concern plastered on his face barely even comparable to Ellis’, who seemed to take that wave of concern and multiplied it by tenfold.

Yuuta couldn't stop thinking. About the day it was, about how nobody will know about the significance of it; about the errands he'll have to deal with today to keep Ramshackle afloat, about…

The buzzing noise of Yuuta's phone gave him that opening to leave as soon as possible. Better for him to complete his everyday tasks than to deal with the concern his friends had over him.

Yuuta stood, towering over Ellis but not quite doing the same for Circe. “I have to go,” he said in such a way that implied that whatever conversation they were going to have, it wasn't going to happen anytime soon, if at all.

“Huh?” Circe scrunched their nose. “What are you- No, where are you-”

“Errands,” Yuuta dismissed far too quickly than necessary, already making a break for the door before Ellis could intercept.

At least, he would have. Not until a thought popped into his head. So much so that he stood with his body halfway out of the door, frozen in place.

Circe's face contorted from silent concern, to surprise, to just straight up befuddlement. Ellis wasn't doing much better, tucking her arms behind her back with a similar expression on her face.

“What's he doing…-?” Circe whispered to Ellis, his nose wrinkling.

“I’m…” Ellis took a slight step forward, “... Not too sure.” Hence, from there, she walked up to Yuuta, tapping his shoulder with a featherlight touch to bring him back to his senses.

She could only hope that he wouldn't be like this for the rest of the day. The mere thought just made her even more worried than she already was.

“Erm… Yuuta?” Ellis called out to him, shaking him gently; body halfway out of her room, with his head hanging low. “Yuuta, are- Are you okay? Do you need a break, or something? I'm sure if we asked Crowley, he could let you take a bre-”

“Ribbon.”

Ellis blinked. “... Pardon?”

Ellis watched Yuuta turn his head to look her directly in the eye, his expression devoid of emotion.

“I'm gonna have to ask for some ribbons. Black, purple, and blue.”

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Crowley had been kind in the number of errands Yuuta had to run for today. Try as he may to hate the pathetic birdbrain, he could — at the very least — feel thankful.

Though…. If he continues to go on and on about his ‘kindness’, I might just punch my way through this goddamn maze.

Yuuta had already been in a questionable mood ever since the incident with Ellis and Circe earlier in the day, it just seemed like his mood worsened when he had to perform the tasks bestowed upon him by his “enigmatic” headmaster.

“Something on your mind?” Juvia asked, noting the grumbling Yuuta's been doing for the past few minutes while they assisted in painting the roses in Heartslabyul.

Juvia, bless her heart, knew that Yuuta wasn't going to be able to do everything himself, and out of the kindness of her blot-covered heart, had convinced Yuuta to allow her to help him out; well aware of his stubborn nature and his utmost refusal to receive help most of the time.

“I'm fine,” like everyone else, Juvia played victim to the dismissiveness of Sumeragi Yuuta. May the Great Seven bless her with more patience than anyone in NRC could muster.

Yuuta picked up another bucket of paint, heading for the next bush of unpainted roses with a look so nonchalant it almost disturbed Juvia to see him in such a state.

“You're clearly thinking of something.” Juvia climbed up a ladder to reach the upper parts of the rose bush she was painting; which just so happened to be next to Yuuta's. He wondered if that'd been intentional on her part.

But that thought faded very quickly. “Well, whatever I'm thinking of, it isn't any of your business.”

“I feel like as your roommate—”

“I'm basically your landlord.”

“No you're not! Crowley's the landlord!”

“Yeah, and he's a shitty one, too.”

He let out a tsk, proceeding with the tedious task of painting the roses red without staining his uniform.

Juvia’s frown deepened. “You're clearly thinking of something, y'know.”

Yuuta's eyes rolled. “And why’re you assuming that, of all things?”

“Because,”— Juvia pursed her lips in hesitation —“you have that look.”

He blinked. “What look-?”

“Y'know! The look!” To try and prove — as well as emphasize — her point, Juvia mimicked the expression currently worn on Yuuta's face.

Yuuta merely deadpanned, unimpressed by her feeble efforts at trying to get his thoughts out of him. She's too much like her.

He shook that thought away faster than the last one. No. She isn't her, and it isn't good to try and pretend that she is.

Bad, Yuuta. Bad.

Ignoring whatever Juvia had to say next, Yuuta finished his last batch of painted roses before he could leave to fulfill the rest of his errands of the day— not without taking two deliberately unpainted white roses from the bush, of course.

That was when Noriko ‘You must not bring dishonor to Lady Victoria's name!’ Dolion intercepted him on his way out.

“Where do you think you're going?” Noriko challenged, crossing their arms in disapproval. “Housewarden Rosehearts won't exactly be pleased if he saw you with those… it violates the conduct of the Queen of Hearts.”

Yuuta chortled, brushing past Noriko and retorting back, “As if you didn't plan on doing the same thing for your favorite Fae in Pomefiore.”

And so, Yuuta left Heartslabyul with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes; with Juvia falling from her ladder, caught into the arms of a blue-haired Spade, and Noriko red in the face in shame.

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“You didn't have to do this, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I insist,” despite all of the errands he had to deal with earlier in the day, Yuuta had graciously offered to help Miren with two of his latest concoctions.

Some pastries, mostly cupcakes; as well as a creation so spicy it could potentially challenge Miren’s spice tolerance if he wasn't careful.

What confused Miren was Yuuta's insistence on making cupcakes while he was making that spiced up monstrosity.

“Didn't take you as much of a cupcake person,” Miren narrowed his eyes. Skeptical, and almost intrigued. At least until Yuuta got some frosting on his cheek.

Yuuta clicked his tongue. “What made you think that?”

“You don't eat sweets that much, clearly.”

“Well you clearly haven't seen me during a Heartslabyul unbirthday party.”

“That's only because your schedule's so jam-packed, you barely have time to attend them anymore,” Miren groaned out a sigh.

“Seriously, I'm starting to think you're only running so many errands for a better paycheck.”

That's one of the reasons, an unsaid reply from Yuuta. At least for today.

“Come to think of it…” Miren hummed. “You've been…. Busier, today.”

Yuuta arched up an eyebrow. “Hah?”

“You know what I mean. It's like you're overexerting yourself on purpose,” it had, very clearly, occurred to Yuuta that Miren Lockhart wasn't going to back down from this topic; possibly more so than stubborn Ellis, sassy Circe, and worrisome Juvia.

Miren leaned against the kitchen counter. It was hard to take him seriously with that smudge of frosting on his cheek, Yuuta thought.

Wanting nothing more than to just leave, Yuuta did just that. Taking the two of the dozen cupcakes he'd made, one with purple icing and the other with light blue icing, he held them with one hand to focus his free hand on lifting Miren's chin.

Once he'd done so, Yuuta had teasingly licked the frosting off of Miren's cheek. Which… just happened to be the same time Carol came in, with Mayuu and Chizuko in tow.

Carol wasn't even the least bit surprised. “I'm not even going to ask,” she said with a disapproving huff of breath as Yuuta brushed past her, Mayuu, and Chizuko.

Chizuko squinted her eyes, thinking it relevant that the look on Yuuta's was most uncharacteristic for him, indeed, but not putting in the effort to say anything about it. Simply crossing her arms and shaking her head.

Mayuu went over to Miren, slightly disgusted at Yuuta's embarrassing display. “What's going on with him?”

Miren looked off at the kitchen's doorway, his hand covering his right cheek, his face reddened with blush.

Miren just sighed, letting go of his cheek and shrugging his shoulders. Whatever bothered Yuuta about today, it was clear he wouldn't tell any of them about it.

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Finally, it was night. Yuuta liked late night walks; he'd indulged in them every so often with Ellis, often encountering ‘Tsunotarou’ on their walk around campus.

But tonight was a special night. A night where he wasn't burdened by a constant demand to help those around him, where it was just him. Alone. No Tsunatarou, no Ellis, no anyone.

He sighed to himself, his eyes fixated on the glimmering lights in the dark midnight sky. Gods….

He cursed to himself, far below his breath. Why had it come to this? Why was his persistence in pretending today wasn't special getting him to such a sad, pathetic, point?

He didn't know the answer to that. Yuuta didn't know if he'd ever know the answer to that. And maybe he'll know one day, and maybe he won't.

Clearly, it wouldn't be tonight.

“Maybe in some alternate timeline where I'm not… me,” Yuuta murmured, taking out a ring of keys from his pocket.

He unlocked the doors to the botanical gardens, making sure to not make the doors creak too much; Crowley had been surprisingly easy to bribe to get the keys, the old coot was even ‘generous’ enough to give Yuuta full ownership of the keys.

He made sure not to wake any of the others when he snuck out. And any opportunities to run into Malleus were quickly evaded with, in his words, “some impressive maneuvering skills”.

But that wasn't as important as what he was to do next. Other than the keys to botanical garden, Yuuta had brought a small bag containing… stuff.

He'd gone to the most secluded part of the garden, one where the glass walls couldn't see him, and a spot not even Leona knew about. A spot personal only to Yuuta.

He sat down, setting everything up with a forlorn, almost sorrowful smile on his face.

Two cupcakes with purple and blue icing respectively, with candles of the opposite color stuck on the top; two unpainted white roses with purple, blue, and black ribbons crudely tying them together.

And finally, a black rabbit stuffed animal with a blue ribbon bowtie, and bracelet.

The stuffed animal, in particular, had the added consequence of getting Yuuta relentlessly teased by his friends when they found it in his room. He never elaborated on why he got it, or where he got it, because it simply wasn't their business.

They didn't need to know any more about him than they already did.

Besides, Yuuta sucked in a breath, his throat tightening. it was her favorite animal…

Lighting the two candles of the two cupcakes together, Yuuta held in a breath, singing a soft, melancholic version of the birthday song. He sang it in such a short, hiccupped manner, that he knew — he just knew — he was on the brink of tears.

And he didn't fight them. He never fought those tears. Not when they were for her. His only true friend, his truest, kindest, friend.

A friend — a girl he saw as a sister — he'll forever miss.

“Happy birthday,” he breathed out, tears barely wiped, “to… me.”

Yuuta looked up at the glass ceiling, crying his little, broken heart out. Things couldn't be changed. He couldn't change the past for what it was, and he knew he couldn't change the way he treated her.

He wondered where she was, often. He cried himself to sleep, sometimes, at the idea she could be hurt. She didn't deserve that, she never deserved that.

Yuuta sniffled, closing his eyes after making his birthday wish. A wish he'd been making ever since her departure from his life, all those years ago.

I want to see you again, Rei-Rei. And just like all the times I've said it before, I'm sorry.

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【 Taglist / Credits 】

↳ In order of OC appearances/mentions

Ellis Clawthorne — @starry-night-rose 💖

Circe Erfinderin — @geminiiviolets 👾

Juvia Yuyi Espejo — @jasdiary 🧡

Noriko Dolion — @terrovaniadorm / @hallowed-delights ‼️

Victoria Shard — Me! 😈

Miren Lockhart — @authoruio 💙

Carol Ann — @fumikomiyasaki 💚

Chizuko Minato — @sakuramidnight15 ⛓️

Mayuu — @nem0-nee ⏰

“Rei-Rei” (UNRELEASED) — @jasdiary

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[phlurrii]

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Queer Platonic Relationship! QPR! Basically they are Aroace companions till the end of their days! Link to explanation here.

“Why did Meau’s eyes change?”

The comic starts off with Meau in a much weaker state then where she was after she took a long rest. Her phenotype related genome had corroded and she was forced to relay on different genes to make her up visual appearance. They were repaired during that nap.

Character References

Meau: They/She/It

Missingno. : They/He/It

Mewtwo: They/He/It

Circe: She/They/It

Decamark: They/Them/It

Mew: They/She/It

Qari: He/They/It

Periodically available for asks, currently travelling through dimensional portals.

#ref sheet #Meau #the ancient mew #mew #mewtwo #pokemon #ancient mew #mew pokemon #pokemon mewtwo #pokémon mew #ask comic #ask mew #mew fanart

[possiblylisle]

OC in 15 tag

thank you @leahnardo-da-veggie!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

For this, I'll use the Protag of my main WIP, and I'll tag @cwritesfiction @kaylinalexanderbooks @shabriri @mary-is-writing along with anyone else that wants to participate!

My Lines:

“Self-preserving!” Jodie shouted in reply as he lunged forward and bit down on the large man’s fingers.

“Why? Is she scav? Is she gonna rip out my chrome and sell it to some shady street-doc?”

“I want clothes. I don’t care what kind, I just want something other than this to cover me.” Jodie slightly flapped the tarp’s edges, taking extra care to not accidentally expose himself.

“You all done probing back there?”

“I know that already. I need to know what it means and I don’t mean the definition of the word. I’ve already had a few people tell me. What I want to know is if this is a place somewhere in the city.”

“Circe, I can’t even remember what I did yesterday, let alone if I’ve ever wanted that kind of company from another human being!”

“I got shit-faced and danced with a woman I’d only know for about an hour,”

“To be fair I was literally born yesterday.”

“And why should I? What is so important that you deem it necessary for me to take the biggest risk of my life? What is so worthy of your attention that I need to potentially endanger all of humanity?”

“Shit.”

“I knew I should’ve shot you during that stupid genocide sales pitch!”

“Out of all the different voices in my brain, you are by far the bitchiest.”

“If you’re going to insist that you’re not evil then maybe don’t dress like a cartoon villain.”

“I’d rather get hit by a car again.”

“Do you regularly take your guests to the club’s dressing room, or did Banri lie about you not stealing my organs?”

These are all I could find that best fit Jodie, but, to be fair, my Main WIP is still in its early stages.

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #author #creative writing #my writing #writers of tumblr #writerscommunity #writing #tag games

[nerdo-art]

Here are some of the OCs from my fanfiction "The Other Side of the Drachma".

In order from left to right, we have: Saturn, Ananke, Pike, Hyperion, and Circe!

Saturn - This is Cronus' new chosen name. The heroes defeated him in this AU by making him a friend, no longer their foe. Now, he is Jay's main mentor, and the god that runs Elysium under Hades' watchful eye.

Ananke - She's the wily Mother of the Fates, Necessity Herself! She and Saturn reconnected after he was out on parole. One thing led to another, and they're now happily married.

Pike - Also known as the young King Picus from Ancient Roman lore, he's an Etruscan demi-god and son of Saturn. When he refused Circe's romantic advances back in the day, she turned him to stone. The heroes in this AU were able to revive him, but he'd already lost his arm. Now, he is a love interest for this AU's Herry.

Hyperion - With Cronus defeated, the heroes still have a major threat to face: Hyperion, the OG Sun God! He's the eldest son of Uranus & Gaia, has a terribly short temper, and he's constantly on the warpath to reclaim the throne of the gods. (He's just not very good at it.)

Circe - She's that Circe, from the Odyssey. Granddaughter of Hyperion, she is a powerful sorceress and commander of Hyperion's forces. She holds a soft spot in her icy heart for Pike, as well as Odie, who reminds her of Odysseus.

#cott #cott alternate cronus #cott oc #class of the titans #classofthetitans #cott cronus #cott circe #cott oc circe #cott oc hyperion #cott oc ananke #cott oc pike #cott oc picus #cott oc saturn

[sarcasticbeanie]

odysseus! for the send me a character thingy :3

First Impression I read about odysseus first in my Chinese textbook as a wee child of like. 10? Or something? It was the "Nobody" story, and I thought nothing of it because it was. You know. For a class. I did think it was a funny story though, and I suppose my first impression would be "classic main character from mythology", and nothing else.

Impression now He's a war criminal. He's my babygirl. He's cruel and wily. He's my poor little meow meow. He would kill with no hesitation and excels at war. He's a draft dodger and longs for home. He's the Sacker of Cities. He's the Father of Telemachus. He's filled with hubris and had a solid hand in his own downfall. He's paid his price and he just wants to go back home. I don't know man I'm squeezing him and throwing him off a cliff but I'm also tucking him into bed in Ithaca. u get me?

Favorite moment Many... but I love the part where he shot an arrow through the axe heads and did the dramatic reveal. it is I, odysseus. you've taken my home, prepare to die. etc etc. There's a visceral tonal shift when war and bloodshed suddenly seep through the pages after dozens of pages with no active warfare and not much death ... it's good stuff. I liked it.

Idea for a story Concocting a sci-fi fantasy AU for the Iliad and Odyssey in my brain, in which there are spaceships and magic and godly-AI-run companies and cyborgs and impenetrable planets made of metal and firewalls. Demigods are cyborgs whose cybernetic enhancements come from one or more godly-AI-ran companies. Ody's skills now include hacking and programming, and the Greeks finally won by attaching a "trojan horse" to their peace treaty. Calypso is a deathly intelligent and powerful space mob boss whose henchmen are all androids, and she wishes to meet someone who matches her own intellect. Circe runs an exotic space casino with replicas of long-since extinct creatures, with only magic-users as employees. Polyphemus is a heavily guarded surveillance station with hidden company secrets from Poseidon(TM) which Ody and co. stole, leading to tragedy. has this been done? this has probably been done. but I'm basing it off my own OC sci-fi universe so this is. so so niche. and only for me.

Unpopular opinion I don't know why there's a sudden uptick in the need for characters to be morally pure and good, and I think the debate surrounding "whether Ody cheated" is. odd? especially since there's so much vitriol against the guy for cheating? It may just be me but I don't really get it,, I wouldn't have cared even if he cheated. Listen. Listen. There's no moral high ground in Greek myths. They're all war criminals and that's fun for me.

Favourite relationship 10 fics on ao3 and it's odydiopen. i love poly relationships. even if they have no basis in canon at all. but neither did telegony and it's still considered to be part of the epic cycle, now is it? but also: ody & telemachus. your son is grown, and you have never even seen him as a child. your son is grown, and he does not even know your face. are you still a father? is he still your son? you've missed every part of his life and then some, and now he is a man grown, with his mouth twisted in his mother's wry smile - though he has your hair and eyes, you cannot see yourself in the tilt of his head, or the gentle crinkle in his brows. but now there's time to learn of him, now there's time to hold him in your arms - there is time, you are home, and that is what's important.

Favourite headcanon He would've loved the GPS. RIP my guy. All jokes aside I don't think I have one? Feel free to tell me any of yours though. Please.

#asks #odysseus #the odyssey

[baerryjj]

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Tagged by @circeancity and @the-unkindled-queen ! Ty guys!

Little Sunseeker: Main fic atm, basically just an origin story for my albinauric OC Circe. Obligatorily Finlenia as well. It'll follow her growing up with the empyrean twins and the silly little adventures they go on.

HORNY RAAAA: Finlenia smut. LOL. I work on it when I'm sad. So far it is 2k words and counting.

After the moon: Roderika/Nepheli oneshot. It is def not near done but basically it's "what if we ruled Limgrave together 😳😳and we were both girls 😳" it is also smut but with a long windup Nejelwm I've not worked on it in a hot minute tho and idk if I'll ever finish it

Tags; I DON'T HAVE THE BRAIN TO THINK ABT ANYONE RN SO IM TAGGING ANYONE WHO WRITES

#elden ring #malenia blade of miquella #cleanrot knight finlay #nepheli loux #roderika #ocs #WIPS #tag game #we get silly

[ourolite]

𝔏ite 𝔏ore! the links below should apprise you of the intricate references, research, and definitions of ourolite's original characters. any queries or urgent messages may be directed to our ask box; we might inadvertently miss comment notifications or get to them a lil' late, so try this instead!

prelude: mentions all characters. may include homes, occupations, family, a few notable non-main characters, potential backstories or general history and possibly relationship notes, notable hobby info, race + ethnicity information (culture, languages, etc), relevant locales, pets, neighbors, ourolite original mythical creations, and canon events. many/most links are via Google docs, so please download the Google docs app for the best possible display and remain with a dark mode setting as you explore. if you're unable to do so at this time, no worries, but we do apologize for the iffy presentation! thanks for clicking, enjoy.

♡ INDIGO ( maneki-neko! oc ) spider-kitty: spider-man au. abodes: various au’s. antecedents.

♥︎ ILLŪNIS ( rusalka! oc ) antisocial personality disorder research. deaf research. anomaly: spider-man au. cornus lamya: selenic shrine. abodes: various au’s. antecedents.

♥︎ FRANKINCENSE ( churel mother! oc ) schizophrenia research. dominican culture research. ___: modern occupation. abodes: various au’s antecedents.

♡ YASHMI-NOIR ( angel daughter! oc ) relationship with cookies. tree house. antecedents.

♥︎ XĪN’YUÈ ÀN ZHŌNG ( billionaire ceo! oc ) ànzhōng: universal business. maju + blumei: puppy daughters. abodes: various au’s. antecedents.

♥︎ CIRCE YUÈ'LI ( vampire! oc ) yìzé and babydoll: pet dogs. chinese and senegalese culture research. abodes: various au’s. antecedents.

♡ JIHANE MEILĖ ( metaphysician djinn! oc ) ___: universal shop. abodes: various au’s. antecedents.

♥︎ J'ŪLILI ANÉO LĀPAKI ( plutonian bunny! oc ) sao glace: selenic shrine. modern occupation(s). maxixe: pet polar bear cub. abodes: various au’s. antecedents.

♡ YÚYĪN ÀN ZHŌNG ( emhalo xipe’va! oc ) anomaly: spider-man au. xipe’va: mythical race (leman originated). abodes: various au’s. antecedents.

♡ MÉLIOR VILLOSA ( amoisa xipe’va! oc ) kpop idol career: modern. tea: multiple personalities. xipe’va: mythical race (leman originated). abodes: various au’s. antecedents.

♡ MAKA GALILHAI ( autistic swordsman! oc ) anomaly star-spider: spider-man au. japanese culture research. autism research. abodes: various au’s. antecedents.

♥︎ EUN BYEOL ( mute neptunian! oc ) selective mutism research. selenians: mythical race (neso originated). abodes: various au’s. antecedents.

♥︎ ZOLENE IRENE ( demi-god! oc ) attention deficient hyperactivity disorder research. sun-spider: spider-man au. ___: food truck. ___: family restaurant. abodes: various au’s. antecedents.

♥︎ TIDA-BITUIN MIYAGI ( blind prodigy! oc ) okinawan japanese research. blindness research + prodigy citations. abodes: various au’s. antecedents.

⑅ leman productions. all rights fucking reserved, do not plagiarize.

#oc #oc masterlist #oc maker #oc prompt #oc posting #ocs #oc lore #my ocs #oc original character #oc masterpost #oc lineup #original character #original character oc #male oc #female oc #monster x reader #monster x human #monster oc #mythical creatures #mythical oc #oc stuff #oc x oc #oc x reader #original character x reader #original character x canon character #oc x character #oc x canon #black owned #black oc #black original character

[insomniac-jay]

Children of Heroes*

*Excluding my main OCs

Benjamin Lovett-Flynn: Son of Tectonic and Mattershift, age 18

Gwendolyn Lovett-Flynn: Daughter of Tectonic & Mattershift, age 18

Jukaki Hoheino: Daughter of Ordnance & Wargear, age 16

Sabrina Harkness-Nightwalker: Daughter of Circe & Astronus, age 15

Denfuku Kakuchi: Daughter of Miss Mystery & Electrostream, age 13

Kamen Kakuchi: Son of Miss Mystery & Electrostream, age 13

Itesuke Taira: Age 12, son of Queen Hood & Mistress Marian

Derya Kinko: Daughter of Titaniknight & Aegis, age 11

Maverick Amarai: Son of Breeze & Fighter Force, age 11

Kureko Yonaga: Son of Nox & Suki Yonaga, age 11

Teagan "Tag" Kaguoki: Daughter of Stop Motion & Signal

Ryoshi Taira: Son of Queen Hood & Mistress Marian, age 10

Whitney "Winnie" Sween: Daughter of Dynamo & Bolster, age 9

Asahi Tenshichiri: Son of Fae & Dr. Kaori Tenshichiri, age 9

Akushi Kurakimichi: Son of Hellcat & Hollow Eve, age 8

Tomin Toshiba: Son of Frostbite & Sleeper, age 7

Delilah Alexander-Defoe: Daughter of Queen Amazonia & Spectre, age 7

Senki Akirakami: Son of Phoenix Knight & Kiran Akirakami, age 7

Katerina "Kitty" Kurakimichi: Daughter of Hellcat & Hollow Eve, age 6

Akari & Keiko Akirakami: Daughters of Phoenix Knight & Kiran Akirakami, age 5

Filippa Hirano-Starr: Daughter of Starlight Ranger & Zodwa Hirano-Starr, age 5

Mani Miyano: Daughter of Stonedge & Phantasm, age 5

Rosa Luna Cortez: Daughter of Chagrin & Diablo, age 5

Hinata Amarai: Son of Gaius & SolFlare, age 5

Hokuto Sorakami-Kumosuku: Son of Stellara & Skybolt, age 5

Kurohana Ankokugai: Daughter of Hades & Persephone, age 4

Yoippari & Tsuhito Mochihara: Sons of Moonlight Harmony & Gozu, age 4

Koshi Maikaru: Son of Superstar, Sirenia, & Valentina Reyes, age 4

Asuka Itazura: Daughter of Trickster & Phantomage, age 4

Chihana Amarai: Daughter of Gaius & SolFlare, age 4

Hoshiyo Sorakami-Kumosuku: Daughter of Stellara & Skybolt, age 4

Momomi Amarai: Daughter of Gaius & SolFlare, age 4

Fuyuhito Hitsugaya: Son of Inkstain & Splendor, age 3

Yumeko Osorege: Daughter of Fright Night & Sweet Dream, age 3

Shunta Toyomitsu: Son of Fatgum & Force, age 3

Kahari Kurakimichi: Daughter of Agnibeast & Lady Quartz, age 3

Miracle Jimenez: Daughter of Iron Phoenix & Euryphaessa, age 3

Kyler Porter: Son of Gate Guardian & Heliade, age 3

Nakidori Mochihara: Daughter of Gozu & Moonlight Harmony, age 2

Yasuko Kurakimichi: Daughter of Hypnos & Pasithea, age 2

Hiroko Hitsugaya: Daughter of Inkstain & Splendor, age 1

Skylar "Sky" Shifukukan: Son of Cloud Nine & Marie Lee, age 1

Mariel Shingenchi: Daughter of Remoti & Hypercharge, age 1

Tenki Inoue: Daughter of Chargeman & Stormchaser, infant

Fuko Chosoku: Son of BeatSonic & ShockRock, infant

Axel Ellington-Mason: Son of Urania & Endymion, infant

@floof-ghostie @calciumcryptid @s0ursop @opalofoctober @elflynns-horde-of-stuff @pizzolisnacks @peachyblkdemonslayer @spoilercreati @crqelsummer

#jay's bnha ocs #giftedverse #characters: children

[harmonyckrs]

More Curious Brothers (+ Nervous) in Miitopia + info on the Neutral Ending, Beaker Family Edition

Enjoy this video of Pascal and Nervous having a movie outing before we start, and also feel free to ignore the ramblings if you just want to look at the Miis. I'm mainly writing this to get it out of my head lol

For some context, the plot of the "Neutral Ending" revolves around sims discovering their fates ahead of time (most of which are bad) and rebelling against it, which results in some of them ending in an alternate world. The fates are all PSP events btw

Here are the bios for the Beaker family:

Learning of his fate finally gave Nervous the courage to escape from the Beakers. Where will he go now? Will he move in with his mom or his best friend, or leave Strangetown entirely?

Circe believes that she made the right choice in ending the life of the man who was planning on taking advantage of her via mind control. Now, she and Loki can sit back and watch as the rest of the town breaks down over their fates.

Loki is glad that his sister Erin was able to expose their fates in time so that Circe could protect herself from Newlow while getting rid of one of their enemies, but he's now in need of a new test subject. And he has his eye on the newest member of the Curious family, Tycho.

Some other notes on the Neutral Ending

The main POVs are my sim OCs and one premade in disguise who's currently holding grudges against several other sims

The premade in disguise is mad at Loki, Circe, Erin, Pascal, and Lazlo. I'll elaborate more on why later

A bunch of sims have the ability to create portals that allow them to travel to other worlds. The portal ability takes form in different ways, and I'll elaborate more on this later too

At least five premades from the original Strangetown end up traveling to other worlds (seven if you count townies as well). Some are more reliant on others to get around to other worlds, as not everyone has a portal ability

That's all for now lol. I'll introduce the OCs in a separate post

Also Nervous finding out the dynamic between his mom and foster dad, circa 2023

#miis #the curious miis #ckrs neutral ending

[syntheticdaemon]

My main OC's apartment. (Circe and Artemis)

#oc artist #oc #oc art #architecture #building #anime and manga #anime art #digital art #my ocs #ocs

[s3a0tterart]

Fallout ocs pt.5

🔮Esmeray Sullen

Age: 412

D.O.B: 1876, 14th of October

Sexuality: Queer and Demisexual

Gender: Demigirl, She/They

Height: 5,1ft and 8,1ft (in bloodlust)

Weight: 115lbs, 328lbs (bloodlust)

Species/Race: Abhartach, Irish

Eyes: Grey

Hair: Brown

Faction (main): The Children of Atom

Alliances: The Children of the Unseen, The Strip, The Railroad, Goodneighbor, Bunker Hill and The Combat Zone

Karma/Alignment: Evil Karma, Neutral Evil

S.P.E.C.I.A.L-

Strength: 7 (N/A - Abhartach)

Perception: 7 (+3 - Abhartach)

Endurance: 9 (+2 - Abhartach)

Charisma: 5 (1 - Abhartach)

Intelligence: 9

Agility: 10 (N/A - Abhartach)

Luck: 3 (1 - Abhartach)

SKILLS/PERKS-

Skills: Unarmed, Melee, Guns, Energy Weapons, Rad Weapons, Plasma Guns, Hacking, Repair, Sneak and Alchemy

Perks:

Iron Fist(5), Big Leagues(2), Armourer(2), Blacksmith(2), Heavy Gunner(4), Strong Back(2), Steady Aim(1), Pickpocket(2), Rifleman(4), Awareness, Locksmith(2), Demolition(2), Night Person(2), Toughness(4), Life Giver(3), Chem Resistant(2), Rad Resistance(2), Adamantium Skeleton (3), Cannibal(3), Ghoulish(2), Cap Collector(2); Black Widow(3), Lone Wanderer(3), Attack Dog(2), Animal Friend(2), V.A.N.S, Medic(4), Gun Nut(4), Hacker(2), Scrapper(1), Science(4), Chemist(2), Nuclear Physicist (3), Gunslinger(4), Commando(3), Sneak(4), Mister Sandman(2), Moving Target(2), Ninja(2), Quick Hands(2), Blitz(1), Gun-Fu(3), Fortune Finder(2), Scrounger(3), Bloody Mess(2)

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Circe

Family: Xania Sullen(Adoptive Father), Siobhan Sullen (Adoptive Mother) and Salus Sullen (Adoptive Brother)

Enemies: Salus

Lovers: Cordeila & Circe

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Lived in Ireland

Moved around prewar due to fear from others.

Outcasted from villages and towns once known about her species

When outcasted she massacred a town and decided to run rampant into a forest killing those who enter it

People heard of missing people and took pitchforks and Rifles to thr forest to kill her

Burned down the hut and she escaped with bad injury

Wandered the streets at 18 and struggled to survive

The police found her after she assulted a man and arrested her until she was 22

She became feral due to lack of blood and escaped

Taken by animal control and the workers sold her off to a circus

The Circus abused her behind the scenes and she was much like the lion act - poking her with a hot metal rod and dodging her

A woman named Victoria hated the act and entered back stage

Once she did she fed Esmeray blood and took her home which helped her from being feral

She was then raised with Salus

She grew well with salus but Victoria often had terrible husbands

One of husbands sexually abused esmeray and salus until the two killed him and Esmeray ate him

The two stayed close even after the man's death until Salus's mental condition got worse and he killed Esmerays cat, causing them to hate one another.

Then Victoria had a new husband that Salus scared away by saying esmeray was a monster

The husband left due to this

Later Victoria developed cancer and in her late years Esmeray looked after Victoria until her death

At the time of the bombs Esmeray lost salus when he was put into a vault

When wandering the wasteland she was attacked by raiders until she found the institute

There she learned medicine and about synths and met Salus again

Salus left to become part of the children of atom and esmeray followed

He often used esmeray for his experiments and personal gain, abusing and manipulating her

She did have a relationship with a girl named Alex who was dating her previous lab partner Michael

Alex used esmeray for sex while with Michael until esmeray met Circe who killed Alex

Experiments done by Salus-

Open Spine

Missing wing Pieces

Rad Experiments

Barbed wire crown for her disobedience to him

#art #digital art #speedpaint #monster #monster oc #abhartach #fallout character #fallout oc #fallout 76 #fallout 4 #fallout 3 #fallout 2 #fallout #fallout new vegas #fallout fan creation #fallout fanart

[potted-cilantro]

haha hello i'm sorry ive drafted this so many times you'll have to forgive me if it's still a ramble i assure you the other versions were far worse 😅

but i just wanted to say you know thank you so much??? i had NOT been expecting my lil quiz to get quite as much traction as it has and people being so willing to share their stories with me kind of just blindsided me with this love for humanity

and i have. many. dnd ocs. i know how deeply personal some of them can get and how engrossed in your stories you can become and how wonderful it is!

i haven't been able to stop thinking about circe all day it's a terrifyingly amazing story you've given me and i just cannot express in words how much it means that you were willing to share this- and them- with me

a lot of illtellyouhowthisstoryends was me figuring out my own fears of baring my soul to an audience and how. terrifying. that can be sometimes and for it to be received so well and to have you share something like this with me in turn is just !! so i really can't thank you enough

i hope i can always be an audience for your stories in the same way- if you ever want to ramble about your ocs to anyone, i am always here and always willing to listen!!

but in the meantime i hope this finds you well i hope you keep creating and keep enjoying things because someone out here really loves reading it all <3

-- illtellyouhowthisstoryends

p.s.: due to an inabilty to spell cilantro, i might have sent this to the wrong person. whoops. if this message seems unrelated to you, please disregard everything said here beyond the section about keeping creating and keeping enjoying things, and i hope you have a very nice day!

Aa holy shit hi!! This got to the right person haha :)

DLSFJDSKL TY?? FOR ALL THE COMPLIMENTS??? GOSH,,, Believe it or not that's?? Not the final version of Drifting Apart (the name of the story, I honestly want to change it to something better), I still have a few edits to do in order to make it completely canon-compliant. I went back through the quiz twice to get the entire thing in, if I wasn't on mobile at the time there would've been a bit more context so apologies ^^;

Aa so much to say, where to start-

I really enjoyed i'lltellyouhowthisstoryends!! When I got to the "you promise?" question I just yelled and made everyone in my group take the quiz (I was taking it during dnd if you can believe it) I totally understand the baring your soul to an audience thing and I think illtellyouhowthisstoryends is a great great way to start!! Again I really enjoyed the story of it!

Someday I hope to have enough time to consolidate all of my writings/lore bits into posts for people to look through! For now they remain in unfinished docs or my writing server tho. This is my main so if you want to hear more about my characters you can check out @cilartbloggo which is the OC sideblog! I'm honestly debating making it my main instead so people can find me easier haha

Bottom line is I'm overjoyed you want to hear more about my characters and I'd be happy to share!! And I hope you can find an audience for your writing too, from the sound of it you've already started to gather one :)

#asks #for a rainy day #this is so sweet aaaagh #made my god damn day!! im in a writing mood all over again fkjgdhj #apologies if i missed anything!! if youd rather this is answered privately i think i can change it!

[miraculouslion]

Mythos of Wind and Thunder (#tales of wind and thunder): Current Project. A webcomic about an anthro cat named Dusty trying to find her place in the world while having to deal with supernatural shenanigans and the antics of her friends.

"Pirate Story" (#pirate story gang): The story Plumeria is from. We follow Captain Glory and her crew going on miscellaneous adventures that range from finding the secret treasure of a haunted island to avoiding or attacking navy ships of two warring countries to learning the difficulties of being a werewolf on a ship in the middle of the ocean.

World's Heart (#world's heart gang): Takes place in the same universe as pirate story. We follow Circe, a young witch apprentice, on her journey to lift the curse placed on her brother with her familiar, a demon named Cat. Along the way they meet others who join them on their quest—Riley, a strange foxboy who claims he is cursed as well, and Dahlie, a shapeshifter who does not like shapeshifting.

"Dragon story" (#dragon gang story): Dragons are supposedly the most feared and dangerous monster to ever exist, and because of this, they are hunted down by the most experienced of monster hunters to prevent them from wrecking havoc. Firn Mistri is a dragon who is trying to blend in as a normal human, living in a small unsuspecting coastal town with a few odd roommates who are unaware of Firn's true nature.

Silver Lightning (#silver lightning gang): A cyberpunk story about Neos, a thief working under a corrupt gang leader to get by. In a strange turn of events, she befriends an alien who crashed landed on Earth. Where exactly did they come from, and what to they have to do with the research Neos has been ordered to steal from a government building? Also some friends to enemies to lovers shenanigans going on ;)

Monster Hunter (#chaos doc alpha): the original characters/fan characters made in the universe of Monster Hunter Stories with occasional canon characters. Flair is the "protagonist" of Stories 1, with Nethuns acting as a companion character and the other main character. Vesper is the "protagonist" of Stories 2 with Sirius as a companion character and a main character.

Other (#other): Miscellaneous characters that I don't have a dedicated tag to or things that are not related to any kind of story. The OCs that are under this tag currently include the space detectives Juparian and Felid, and Pokemon OCs.

#not art #pinned post

[doll-in-the-walls]

Strangely Charming - Chapter 1

Summary: In the fall of 1984, Maeve and Calcifer move to Hawkins, Indiana into Forest Hills Trailer Park across from the one and only Eddie “the freak” Munson. (Takes place from Season 2 onward)

Maeve (Emerson) and Calcifer (named after the flame in Howl’s Moving Castle, yes) are my two OCs that first appear in my fic Charming Eternity for The Lost Boys (1987) both of whom have magic.

(If this goes the way I’ve got it planned in my head this’ll probably end in a Poly ship with Steddie and Billy in some way... with the OC of course.)

(There’s a lot of opening notes which honestly you could just skip as they’re not SUPER important but still worth mentioning.)

In that fic it’s Maeve as the main character and it was mostly her POV, but I wanted to have more of Calcifer in this one because I really like writing him.

I didn’t write this in a way where you need to know anything at all from Charming Eternity so it doesn’t matter if you’ve read that one.

The only things you need to know going into this is that this is a self-indulgent, fix-it. There will be spoilers for Seasons 2-4. We will be turning canon Billy into fanon Billy. Saving all those who need saving. Maeve is a witch and therefore has magic (which is a mashup of Charmed, Merlin, etc.). Black cat. A raven named Circe. That about covers it.

NOTE: Technically Charming Eternity takes place in 1987 and Strangely Charming takes place/starts in 1984 (and there are certain references relating to Charming Eternity even though those events didn’t happen yet.) Maeve and Calcifer are in their mid-twenties in that fic, but in this one they’re 18-19. This is basically an AU for my OCs and for the show since this is gonna be a fix-it thing.

Also, since this takes place in season 2, Maeve and Calcifer move into the house that Max would move into after season 3.

Warnings: None for this chapter

Words: 1328

Face claim for Maeve is Madison Iseman (photo included in this post) - she was Mary Ellen in Annabelle Comes Home and Bethany in the new Jumanji movies (the actress not IN the game obviously lol). Blonde and she has blue eyes but OC has grey. Calcifer’s face claim is Colin Morgan (Merlin in Merlin. But more specificaly Jethro from that one episode of Doctor Who.)

-Posting this at 4:30 am so I might have to go back and fix mistakes-

Maeve had just about finished bringing in the last of the boxes into the trailer home, closing the back of her Jeep with one arm holding the last box on her hip. Before she could turn towards the small porch, across the road a man stepped out of his trailer with a pack of cigarettes. She gave a small wave when he looked up from lighting one and noticed her. He gave a nod and a small wave in return as he sat on the steps. 

After putting the box in one of the bedrooms, and petting the black cat that was laying on the bed, she stepped back outside of the trailer and made her way across the street. 

“Hi,” she said, giving the man another wave. “I’m Maeve.” She held out her hand as she came to stand in front of him.

“Wayne,” the man said with a nod as he shook her hand.

“Just wanted to introduce myself. Normally I’d make my brother come out and say hi too, but he’s tired from the move and isn’t really a people person anyway; closed himself up in his room.” She gestured back towards her trailer.

“That’s alright.”

“I also just wanted to let you know we have a cat we let roam outside, in case you see a black cat wandering about. Brother named him ‘Cal’ after himself. He’s usually pretty chill; won’t scratch or anything.”

“Thank you for letting me know.” He gave her a small smile.

“Oh also Cal, my brother, not the cat,” Maeve said with a chuckle, “Cal is adopted so if you’re wondering why I sound like this and he sounds like he just moved from Ireland that’s why,” she explained with a chuckle. “Just never lost the accent; though it’s not as thick as it used to be.”

“It’s just the two of you?” he asked, glancing across the street, eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Yeah, been just us for a while. I mean it’s not like we don’t have any other family just… ya know, none here,” she said with a shrug. “Hey, uh, do you know if any other high schoolers live around here? We start tomorrow and…” She shrugged again. “We’re gonna be seniors.”

“Actually my nephew is a senior. He’s not here right now, but uh, you hear a van blasting music that’s him,” he said with a fond chuckle.

“Oh, awesome. Hey, think you could maybe ask if the weird new kids can sit with him at lunch tomorrow? I mean I know I probably look normal now,” she said as she gestured to herself. Her pale blonde hair was up on a messy bun, no makeup, a black jacket over a worn Black Sabbath t-shirt and faded blue jeans with holes in the knees, over a beat up pair of off-white vans. “but this is my at home look. I’m much different when I know people can see me.”

“I’ll ask,” he said with another small chuckle. “He likes them too,” he said as he pointed to her shirt. “So you’ll have that in common.” His smile grew but Maeve didn’t question it.

“Oh awesome. You can tell him he can come over and say hi when he gets home.”

“Not sure when he’ll be back, stays out late when his band has a show. I work nights; he always comes home before I get back, just don’t know when.”

“Oh damn, if I didn’t have to unpack I’d go check them out. I’ll have to ask when he’s playing again.” Wayne smiled. “Well, it was very nice meeting you. Got a lot of boxes to deal with so I’ll stop bothering you now.”

“Not a bother,” he said, shaking his head. “Was nice meeting you.”

“Sounds like band-boy is home,” Calcifer called from his room upon hearing music coming from outside, growing closer.

“And?” Maeve called back from where she sat at a table in the kitchenette. “It’s late, we can say hi tomorrow,” 

“Never said I wanted to go talk to him,” he clarified. A meow brought Maeve’s attention to the door where Cal sat, pawing at it.

“Really? It’s late Cal,” she said. The cat meowed again. “Alright, fine.” She got up and moved to the door. “Don’t stay out too late, kay? And don’t be a weirdo.” If ever a meow could sound offended it was then. She opened the door and he took off. 

The black cat sprinted across the street as the van parked, the music inside cutting off as the engine stopped. The door opened with a loud creak and the driver hopped out only to look down as Cal meowed up at him. 

“Hey… lil guy,” Eddie said, blinking down at the cat. “Where’d you come from?” He closed the door to the van with a jarring slam then moved around to the back to retrieve his guitar case before heading for the door of the trailer. “Careful, neighbor has a dog,” he said with a chuckle, glancing back at the cat which he was surprised to see was following him up the steps. He stopped and looked down as Cal sat and looked up at him, gently pawing at his shoe. “You uh… hungry or something?” he asked slowly before he looked around. 

The unfamiliar car across the way caught his attention and drew his gaze to the window where he saw a light was on inside. He knew the place had been for sale the past few months, but he hadn’t cared enough to pay attention as to whether or not it had been bought.

“Ah, guess you just moved in,” Eddie said as he looked down at the cat, that continued to look up at him. “Well then, welcome to the neighborhood, little buddy. I’d pet you but I can't risk you eating my hand.” He drummed the fingers of his left hand on his guitar case. The black cat rubbed against his leg and started purring. “Is that your way of telling me you won’t eat me?” Eddie chuckled to himself as he put the key in the lock. “Alright fine, but your owners come looking for you, you’re not the one who’s gonna get in trouble for cat-napping.” 

He opened the door, jumping slightly as the cat ran in before he could even take a step. With the guitar case in the way, and the fact that the door opened outward, Eddie almost tripped a few times as he hurried to get inside after the animal. He set his guitar case down with a sigh as he saw the cat standing in the middle of the living area and simply sniffing at the floor. 

“Shit, please don’t eat anything you find on the floor,” Eddie muttered, suddenly aware that he may end up having to take this cat to the vet if it got into the wrong thing. The cat stopped and turned to him, making him raise an eyebrow, before it suddenly sped down the hall and into his room. “Hey, whoa, wait wait wait-! Please tell me you’re a cat that doesn’t like to knock shit over,” he pleaded as he ran after him. 

Thankfully Cal wasn’t knocking anything over. Instead, the cat was stretching up the panel next to Eddie’s closet, with one paw on the wall and the other pawing at a long chain that hung there along with two sets of handcuffs the cat couldn’t reach. The cat looked from the cuffs to him and Eddie had never felt as judged by an animal as he did in that moment. 

“You… are a very weird kitty,” he muttered as he took off his vest and jacket. Cal sniffed around as Eddie moved to turn on his cassette player, doing his best to keep an eye on the cat. As Metallica started to play, the cat jumped up onto his bed and curled up. “Uh, alright, sure.” 

A/N: I’m giving myself the self-set goal of trying to make each chapter at least 1k words since I’m posting this on both AO3 and tumblr and I tend to like shorter chapters on tumblr.

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