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blackberry-bloody · 2 years
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'I just want to have friends' With Nom? :3c
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I'm so sorry for the long wait!!
This one gave me some serious writer's block, but I'm mostly happy with how this turned out!
It's moreso emotional whump than anything. But it kinda explains the start of Nom's adventure, and touches a little on his fucked up mindset going into future sessions >:3c
CONTAINS: severe self esteem issues, minor character death (mentioned, not described), lack of self worth leading into not caring if you live or die/being reckless (mention, not described)
@icyheart-and-friends (the lovely dm, and Kavius and Mantra belong to them) @emmettnet (Dirk, who is mentioned at the end, belongs to him)
Nom would never admit it, but he had never quite figured out how to live for himself. Even from a fairly young age. True he always had some reason or another… But never for himself.
    First his purpose was to make his parents proud. Failing that… He lived for the days his closest friends invited him out to do things. Mantra, Kavius, and Alithea kept him afloat in his loneliness. Kept him from drowning or going adrift. But then Mantra and Kavius left home to become adventurers… And Alithea’s visits from the sea became fewer and further between…
    So he threw himself into his writing. Book after book stealing him away from soul crushing reality word by word. In his books he could write about all the adventures he could never have. All the friends he could never meet. The heroes he could never be… Until he suddenly could. Thanks to the will of the deity of stories himself offering Nom an adventure of his very own.
    He left home the very next day to join Mantra and Kavius’ party. At last! He could stay with his friends and protect them! He could be useful!
    So it came as quite a shock to him when Mantra took a mortal wound meant for him instead… He watched his friend slip away in his arms as he could do nothing. He would be the first of many.
    And somehow along the line this purpose… This clinging need became twisted.
    He now kept people at a distance. Knowing one way, one day he’d fail them. It was best for him to stay alone. Despite his aching need to be wanted… To have friends. Despite this… Nom had grown fond of the sassy fire genasi named Dirk that had stuck by him. Had grown fond of the back and forth. The comfort of a friend that he didn’t have to wait for.
    And he’d do anything to protect him. Even if that meant dredging up parts of himself best left dead. Even if that meant he ended up dead… It wouldn't be the first time.
    Because, after all… He lived for his friends. And he was so, so tired of his story stealing his purpose away.
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OC angst cuz a song got me in the mood to draw them crying and screaming
if you're wondering what song it was here you go :]
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vhenad4hl · 2 years
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1, 3 and 4 for alethea/alistair 💝
ohoho let's see.
Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?
alistair and alethea rarely get into heated arguments, but when they do it can get intense at times. they've seen so much shit together, and they just want what's best for the other. alistair is the one who really hates fighting though, and would probably end it by saying 'because I love you!'
Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)
yes!! alethea has a bad habit of always stealing alistair's clothes. it's mostly little things, like socks and the like, but she occasionally steals his sleepshirts to sleep in. the habit continues even after they become ferelden's monarchs.
Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?
i think it's a pretty equal balance- neither one of them need protected. but i think that, they've both lost so much that they're scared to lose each other
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lunoceros · 5 months
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My oc Alithea who lives in Dark Sun world. Winged, cheerful and without drama background. Even short slavery for her was more like adventure. I’m missing her lightness.
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alitheakorogane · 3 years
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My main Assassination Classroom OC, Alithea Korogane, cosplaying as the Twelfth Doctor of Doctor Who.
I love Twelve, so I decided to make a fanart of Alithea cosplaying one of my favorite incarnations of the last Time Lord.
(Drawing Twelve's second sonic screwdriver was totally hard.)
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murialiis · 5 years
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The cold doesn’t seem to bother him
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OOC Facts
8 people you’d like to know better
Tagged by @the-wardens-torch <3
Favorite colors: Black and red... Also purple!
Last Song Listened To: A whole lot of muse songs, I couldn’t tell you which one was last!
Favorite Musician/Singer: I mean, my favorite band is muse... For an individual musician/singer? I couldn’t tell you. 
Last Film Watched: *scrolls through netflix to see if I can find the last film I watched* I’ve been watching a bunch of the studio ghibli films that just came to netflix, but I think the last film I watched was The Little Prince?
Favorite TV Show watched: That’s hard actually. I really love danmachi, carole and tuesday, and violet evergarden. Outside of anime... I love the good place. 
Favorite OC: Honestly? That’s very very rough of a question for me. I have so many OCs, including ones I never talk about. I’m extremely fond of Alithea but I find it hard to get into things with her sometimes as she’s not the most social person in the world! I have a fondness for a new OC for DnD called Amara who has a very interesting backstory and I can’t wait to play her... I also have a yet-to-be-named dragon who, oh man, he’s got a whole storyline I hope to play out some day (probably also in DnD, it’s a flexible storyline but I have a few defining moments I’m 80% sure would happen)... I have way too many adorable characters who I love to pieces. Don’t make me choooooose
Sweet, spicy or savory: I have an extreme sweet tooth! Give me all your candy, your energy drinks, your sodas, but not your chocolates! Give me sour candies and I will be your best friend.
Sparkling water, coffee or tea: Of those three? Tea! I hate coffee since it’s too bitter (even the sweet ones) and sparkling water makes my mouth dry :(
Pets:  Two cats and a dog! Celeste and Amber are the cats. Celeste is a sealpoint ragdoll and Amber is a tortoiseshell. Our dog is called Magyk, and he’s a border collie. 
Tagging: Honestly I dunno who has and hasn’t done this so I’ll just tag people I genuinely want to know more about! (Which I would do anyway ngl)
@hearts-and-hammers, @vylette-elakha, @rinsole, @unabashedrebel, @koszmar-zycie, @placesyoucallhome, @ainarosewood and there are so many more but my brain is a puddle of mush. If you’re reading this then I want to know more about you! (AND ESPECIALLY YOUR PETS)
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appleblonde · 6 years
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RWBY OC Sheet: Name: Kiara Alithea Weapon: Fighting fan/ throwing knifes Semblance: Can tell if someone is lying or not when she touches them Species: Human Gender: Female Color: Black and White Personality: Can read other people’s emotions easily and is extremely empathetic, She also can’t stand bullies or losing as she is very competitive. Outfit: Black, White and Grey Height: 5'8 Hair Color: Black and White Hair Style: Ponytail Eye Color: Purple Skin Tone: Light Faunus Features: N/A
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hamkeepsnotes · 7 years
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In The After - pt 6
Fic Summary: Recovery is perhaps the hardest part of war. (A series of one shots about the aftermath of the Second Wizarding War and what it means to get better.)
Chapter Summary: Oliver happens upon someone who needs him as much as he needs her.
Characters: Oliver Wood, Ivy Wood (oc), Alithea McKnare (oc)
also on ao3
Oliver Wood (November 2001)
Oliver leaned against the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies, below a Puddlemere United poster that, annoyingly, had his face plastered across it. His teammates were inside, acting like a bunch of teenagers with too much pocket money and making the small shop feel tight and crowded. Not something he was overly fond of.
Diagon Alley was delightfully empty this time of year, or as empty as it ever was. Though it was still filled with witches and wizards buying and selling wares, it wasn’t anywhere near as busy as the summer or winter tended to be.
A breeze whipped down the street, mussing up his hair. Oliver shivered and turned to go back inside – his sweater wasn’t nearly warm enough to tolerate this weather. A small voice from the doorway of the shop across the street stopped him.
“Are you Oliver Wood?”
Oliver plastered on his Quidditch Star smile and turned back around, searching for the source of the small voice. Standing on the front step of Avalon’s Toy Menagerie was a small girl with dark brown hair. She clutched a doll to her chest with one hand, and the robe of a young blonde woman with the other. The fakeness of Oliver’s smile melted. He loved children.
He stepped forward and knelt in front of the little girl, nodding his head. “I sure am,” he replied with a grin. “What’s your name?”
The girl shrugged and hid in the fold of the witch’s robes, staring out at him with large dark eyes. The woman let out a small laugh and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“This is Ivy,” she said fondly. “She’s a big fan.”
“Oh, you are, huh?” Oliver asked. The little girl nodded quickly, her brown hair falling into her eyes.
“Listening to your matches really cheers her up when the other kids mess with her,” the witch continued. “We’ve been trying to get tickets to one of the matches, but the Department won’t give us extra money to take her to do things. They say she’s too vulnerable.”
Oliver frowned, standing up to look at the woman. “The Department?”
The woman nodded gravely, holding up a finger to tell him to wait and ushering Ivy inside the store. “The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Child Services division,” she explained. “I’m Alithea McKnare, I work at the London Home for Magical Children. Ivy is an orphan. Her parents were killed by Death Eaters when she was just a baby.”
That was a story he knew too well. After the battle, there were plenty of children without homes or families, and plenty of families without children. His own father had been killed after Voldemort came back. And of course, who could forget Harry Potter and his tragic childhood? His heart bled for the small girl. He wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.
“How old is she?” he asked, finding Ivy through the window. She was staring with wide eyes at training brooms, clutching her doll by the hair. One of her tiny hands was patting her own chubby cheek, as if she couldn’t believe what she was looking at. Oliver was overcome with the strangest urge to scoop her up and protect her from the world.
“She’s three and a half,” Alithea said, following his gaze. “She’d really appreciate an autograph you know.”
Oliver hummed in agreement, patting his pockets for a pen and a piece of paper. “Can I take a picture with her? I’ve got a camera in my pocket somewhere… ah, here it is.” He held the camera out to the woman, a hopeful smile on his face. “And maybe you could write down where your children’s home is?”
The woman smiled, taking the paper and jotting down an address and directions from the nearest Floo Station. Then she called for Ivy. The small girl came running on tiny, chubby legs, and Oliver felt his heart melting. He wanted to help this little girl. He had to help her.
Two weeks later, he found himself on the doorstep of the children’s home, clutching the piece of paper he’d been given that day at Diagon Alley. He took a deep breath and rang the bell. There was yelling, and then the sound of footsteps hurrying towards the door. The woman from that day, Alithea, stood on the other side, her face lighting up when she saw him.
“Mr. Wood!” she exclaimed, opening the door wider to usher him in. “Are you here to see Ivy? Oh, she’ll be thrilled. She keeps telling the others about meeting you, but she’s got such an active imagination, they don’t believe her, the poor thing.”
“Hello, ma’am,” he nodded, following her deeper into the house. “I’d like to look into adopting her, actually.”
Alithea whipped around, narrowing her eyes at him carefully. “You’re aware what that would mean, adopting a toddler?” Oliver nodded, but she seemed unconvinced.  “You’re sure? You’re still young. Most people wouldn’t want a child at your age.”
Oliver chuckled. “I understand,” he agreed. “But I don’t plan on getting married at any point in the future. You’ll find that the most dangerous thing I do is quidditch, and even that is significantly less dangerous than it used to be. I want to adopt her. She needs a family, and I want to be that.”
“You’re absolutely sure?” Alithea pressed. Oliver nodded. “Alright then.”
He couldn’t explain why he wanted to adopt the little girl. Maybe it was something sad in her big brown eyes. Maybe it was just the fact that he was lonely after the war that seemed to steal so many people from him. Or maybe something about her reminded him of Harry Potter’s wide eyes when Oliver was a fifth year, and he wanted to prevent her from the pain that he knew the boy had to have felt as an orphan.
They’d both lost so much in the war. He was determined to not let this little girl lose anything else.
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blackberry-bloody · 2 years
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[HELP] with nom and alithea :3c
This is pretty vague, but brain goes brr with Alithea going feral to protect Nom, whose so used to being the protector!
More comfort that whump, but implied murder attempt, minor off screen character death (implied and not described), implied past torture.
Nom was used to bullies. He was used to standing up for those who needed it. He was used to being the shield against the flurry of blows meant to break people down.
So as he knelt on the ground, battered, bloody, and trembling... He found himself feeling a little lost.
Alithea stood above him, fending off his would-be-killers, with a vicious ferocity that he'd never quite seen from her before. A look of determination and wrath swirling together in her eyes and twisting her lips into a grin. Sometimes he found it easy to forget his girlfriend was very good at being a killer pirate... To anyone else it would probably have been terrifying. Which, to be fair, was the point. But Nom couldn't help feeling like he was the safest place in the world. Fear nowhere in his expression.
He closed his eyes and waited for the sounds to stop. Trusting Alithea entirely. He flinched, but just barely, as he felt her familiar hand find it's way to his shoulder. Felt the vibration in the ground next to him as she too knelt beside him and engulfed him in her arms. Hugging him so tightly.
He let out a silent sob, still unable to fully use his voice. His small and shaky hands slowly reaching out to grasp her now blood stained shirt and pull her even closer. Finally allowing his tears to fall and soak her shirt. He'd apologize later... But for now he was safe, hidden from the cruelty of the world by his best friend. Her hand stroking the back of his head and running her fingers through his tangled and knotted hair, as she softly soothed him.
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blackberry-bloody · 2 years
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29: Which OC's can talk their way out of any situation?
34: Which OC's are the clumsiest? Which OC's are the most grateful?
30: Which OC's can play a musical instrument? How many can they play and what are they?
15: Which OC's are too self-sacrifical?
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29: Which OC's can talk their way out of any situation?:
Ian, Octavian, Berkley, Past, Present, and Dayzel! At least, more often than not!
34: Which OC's are the clumsiest? Which OC's are the most graceful?:
Jane, Marley, and Nom are probably considered the most clumsy! And on the flipside, Berkley, Octavian, and Phoenix are definitely the most graceful!
30: Which OC's can play a musical instrument? How many can they play and what are they?
Dayzel (piano and some violin), Mibium (guitar), Berkley (lots of different string instruments. Pretty much anything with strings he's played at least once. Also pipe organs.), Ian (piano but much prefers playing drums), Present (flute), Jane (harp), Dare (guitar), Mindy (Bass, fiddle), Nox (violin).
15: Which OC's are too self-sacrifical?:
Oooooooh boy. Well, since self sacfifice is one of my all time favorite tropes, it's a long list-
Dayzel, Jane, Mibium, Phoenix, Dare, Nom, Alithea, Mindy, Berkley, Past, and Marley
Asks from here!
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alitheakorogane · 3 years
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"I wonder if Koro-sensei meets Danny Phantom... Well, I will bet 500 yen that Koro-sensei would definitely die early when he will find out ghosts actually existed."
-Alithea Korogane, Assassination Classroom OC
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My Assassination Classroom OC, Alithea Korogane, in Danny Phantom Artstyle.
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alitheakorogane · 3 years
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Based on the draw the squad base by @croxovergoddess.
Link of the reference: https://croxovergoddess.tumblr.com/image/148227277530
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alitheakorogane · 4 years
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(A fake screenshot of my AC OC, Alithea Korogane, taken from the extra Assassination Classroom episode:Cheer Up Time!)
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[From Extra Episode: Cheer Up Time!]
Koro-sensei: Alithea-san! Help me cheer up Takebayashi-kun!
Alithea: *nervous* Um...I guess you did well in your entrance exams, Takebayashi-kun... Besides the high school you want to go in is pretty high, many have FAILED the exam...
Koro-sensei: *blank face, raised a comb*
*minutes later*
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alitheakorogane · 4 years
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"I know how the story starts, and how the story ends."
My Assassination Classroom OC, Alithea Korogane.
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alitheakorogane · 4 years
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"Let the magic begins!"
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Here is my Assassination Classroom/Koro-sensei Quest Original Character, Alithea Korogane!
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