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So I procrastinated drawing and decided to do a hunger games simulator with some OCs (couldn't remember much human OCs and I didn't wanna just include the entire family tree of Alec and Ray so some nonhuman ones are included). I decided to include myself in it too so I can give my OCs a chance to come at me for putting em through this.

Here in Day 1 and we immediately see THREE DEAD

Rozalynda btw is a human oc that's a parent figure to a nonhuman oc (that I didn't include here) She's very sweet actually, very mom coded, so seeing her team up with Alerik to drown Cas is insane. Mel being a boyfailure and steps on a landmine, you tried your best, Mel...

One, it's VERY FUNNY how a 13 year old kid snatched a mace from me. And two, Crystal finding a bag full of explosives is VERY IN CHARACTER.

Night 1

Alec just straight up killed the dude, didn't even gave him a chance to be in the situation longer, scary...

Now this is just... really sad. Marcie and Seph are BESTIES!!! WHY DID YOU DO THAT MARCIE???

Also btw Clarissa is Ray's younger sister.

Day 2

Seeing myself and Alerik teaming up for a short time to split up and search for resources is very on brand, I think. Considering Alerik's situation (his self-awareness) so I can see him arguing with the simulator Aria honestly. Also, you'll be seeing Rozalynda be VERY MURDEROUS throughout this whole thing.

And here's Ray questioning his sanity, very in character, I am so sorry Ray.

Night 2

There's so many things happening in this chunk. First, Crystal dying from a landmine she's trying to set up is REALLY POETIC in a way since Crystal is a Bomb Expert, her special interest are bombs, so the fact that she died from one she was trying to arm is poetic in its own way. Second, Aria girlfailure. Third, Felicity ambushing someone is in character for her but Man... Cedany is dead... (Cedany is Cressida's older sister). Fourth, seeing Alerik fighting Alec is honestly so insane to me cuz that's Alerik, my highly self-aware oc, and Alec, my baby, my favourite (Saying sorry to all my other ocs, excluding Ray cuz he became favourite by association).

So it's actually REALLY in character for Alerik to just have some Intense Beef with simulator Aria and Alec. Lastly, fifth, *Them, it's a lil sad that there's no nonbinary option for this but alas... Also Pharaoh is a nonhuman oc beefing with a human oc, like OFC YOU'D WIN! YOU'RE A DEMON! Honestly would be so funny though if Pharaoh lost that.

Day 3

RETRIBUTION! My sins towards my ocs has caught up to me via simulator Aria's own Stupidity cuz REALLY GIRL??? You got your mace snatched by a 13 YEAR OLD at the very beginning, why did you think fighting ANYONE is ever a good idea? Also very fitting that Alec's sister got to participate in the killing. She deserves it, as a treat, for all the torture I put her own brother through-- WAIT!!! I just realized the doomed yuri of that, Cressida is Ely's future partner... Cressida is... she's dead 😔 OH! I cannot believe! that even in her dying moments, simulator Aria decides to bring upon pain towards the ocs anyway (ngl it's kinda fitting for me).

Also yeah time to address the elephant in the room that is Odessa attacking Alerik cuz 1. Odessa is a human oc (she's Pharaoh's partner) 2. It's both SO INSANE and SO IN CHARACTER of her to just fight with a GOD. It would've been soooo funny had Alerik died by her hands.

Night 3

A peaceful moment during Night 3, well, kinda, mostly peaceful if not for Alerik ruining Gala's supplies (Gala is my nonhuman mhyk oc).

#aria rants #ariaoc #DAMMIT I REACHED IMAGE LIMIT MAAAAAAN #anyway continuing this on in a reblog instead then cuz theres a couple more days to go #the game ran until day 9 so halfway there and tbf with their numbers so few now theres not much to screenshot anymore #honestly enjoyed this one a lot its so funny how in character some of my ocs were #and how REALLY murderous rozalynda was in this. i dont know why shes assigned murderous but she is. love that for her rlly #tbf tho she IS a parent figure to a nonhuman oc so she does have the possibility of being so... deadly

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RPC by Lawliette-chan in Deviantart. 

#hungergames #finnick odair #haymitch abernathy #tianaoc #ariaoc #love #happiness

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I'm done, I'm done, I'm done, I'm finally done. Have at thee!

My OC, Mel!

Some info bout him:

Lives alone, in a big house, mostly for his cats.

He has 24 cats, yes, that's right, he is like an old cat lady.

30 years old but tiny at 5'4" I love teasing him for his short height.

He has long hair, it reaches the floor. Does he step on it from time to time? Yes. But will that stop him from having such long hair? No. He loves his long hair.

Daily routine consists of several minutes, to hours, of tending to his hair. He has a lotta hair products to care for it.

Before the neighborhood kids befriended him, he mostly has his hair down, but now the kids would always come to visit to both play with the cats and style his hair for fun.

Works from home cuz god forbid he has an office job, he'll be tired before even getting to work.

Doesn't care bout gender roles, he wears what he wants and if that's a dress, he'll wear it.

He sometimes makes clothes, a freelance fashion designer! He has a website where he opens up "commissions" sometimes to accept orders. He's anonymous in it.

Most of the clothes he makes are very much great in quality and design that his website became popular soon after.

Would love to work as a full-time fashion designer one day.

Friends with Alec and Ray.

Due to an incident in the past resulting in a head injury, he has flat affect. So his facial expression and tone of voice isn't as expressive.

Although Mel himself is a very expressive person, so he uses his actions to show that. He can however, show it easily through text.

#ariart #ariaoc #ariaoc: mel #uhhhh uhhhh thats it for now #im tired and sleepy and my phone at 5% #and i still need to do some proseka grinding #and and i needta sleep #but i had to show him first cuz YEEESSS FINNAALLLYYY IM DONE #i have more to say but but my phone and proseka and sleep and its like 3 30 am #shoot me an ask if yall wanna know more bout him ehehehehe

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Doodled Alec and Ray cuddling inspired by this post.

Alec looks like he's shorter than Ray but he purposely positions himself lower (he's taller by like, 3 inches. He's 6'3 and Ray is a solid 6 ft) when sleeping with Ray cuz he likes listening to his heartbeat.

#ariart #ariaoc #ariaoc: Ray #ariaoc: Alec #its soothing to him! his sleep quality increases by a lot whenever ray sleeps beside him #ya cant see his mouth but he has a lil smile like ray too. theyre happy eepy boys #i should doodle them some more actually cuz then i wouldnt have to worry making em look as pretty as i envision it #maybe then id start figuring out and getting used to their hairs cuz rays hair shouldnt have kicked me as hard as it did #the only fun part with drawing alec's hair is the wavy parts. the bangs? not so much. funny realization is that when i was #doodling that. alec's fringe was giving me trouble while ray's fringe wasnt. it was the other hair parts #theyre giving me trouble in opposite ways. they teaming up against me. the lil shits (affectionate)

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In this world, the storm will pass

Alec sat atop the railing of the balcony, looking up at the sky as it slowly dims to reveal the countless stars awaiting the night to be seen, to twinkle at the life below the vast sky. A cigarette placed between his lips, smoke rising up to the stars that he can only dream of reaching someday.

His eyes were vacant, what was once a vibrant blue, like the sky in a cloudless sunny day, is now merely as dull as the sky in the fog, in the stormy weather that never left. But it's getting better now. Slowly, slowly… Like clouds drifting in a windless day, moving an inch, yet moving still. Slowly… The storm will pass. But for now, he'll stay in the eye of it.

Standing beneath the stars surrounded by a quiet storm all kept inside. In this world, everything is the same, yet different. In this world, everyone is alive, safe from a greater danger than life itself. In this world, Alec is supposed to be dead, yet here he is… Someone else. In this world, his family lost Alec, yet in his world, he lost everything.

So what is he doing here then? Intruding in a world that didn't need someone like him. An Alec that was doomed to have nothing, living in a world that has moved on from Alec's death. He doesn't know, doesn't understand. He gave up understanding the world ever since that day, the day where it collapsed, leaving him with nothing but ruin. He always thought that, it would be better for him to have lost himself to the forest instead than be brought here by whatever force, whatever power, whatever God, who thought it entertaining to put him here, in this world. Is it fun? His life… to be toyed with by fate, by the world itself, is it fun? He gave up wondering about it, gave up on an answer he didn't need to hear.

Alec took a drag on his cigarette, frankly, he isn't one to smoke, he isn't one to drink, he isn't one to do any such things. But what does it matter anyway? His body… won't sustain any damage from it anymore. It's different. Everything is. Nothing was ever the same ever since his world started collapsing. Nothing was. So it didn't matter, whatever damage he does to his body didn't matter, it'll just heal it all anyway. Leaving not even scars on his skin, what a picture perfect body, devoid of scars. One would wonder if he ever went through such things, when there's nothing for him to show for it.

Alec glanced down, it was pretty high. This house, this balcony on the third floor. He gave up on that thought long ago though, it was the only constant he has left, his will to live, even after everything. Foolish, isn't it? To continue wanting to live even after all that, for what reason really? He doesn't know anymore, his memory isn't as good as it was before. So much so, that he's guilty of forgetting what his family looked like. Had he not been living in this world, he would've forgotten their names too.

Alec looked up again, to the pitch black sky, the stars brightly twinkling at him. Back in his world, he found solace in the night, in the stars above. He thought of them as his family watching over him, was it a myth he read back then? The souls of your loved ones becoming stars in the night sky. What of it now, however? In a world where everything is okay, is his family's souls still amongst the sea of stars, watching over him like they did before? What would they think of him now? Would they be happy? Glad? Relieved? Or would they be mad? Upset? Betrayed? To see Alec be happy with someone that's them yet aren't at the same time?

He doesn't want to think about it.

Just as Alec brought the cigarette to his lips to take another drag, the hand of another reached out to take it from his own, he didn't need to turn around to know who it belonged to. He knows it already, by heart.

“You okay?” Ray stood beside him, leaning on the railing as he threw the cigarette to the ground. Putting the fire out with his slippers.

“You're going to ruin that pair soon if you keep that up…”

“Well, that's fine. I forgot to grab the ashtray on the way.” Ray hummed, “You dodged my question again though.” His voice had a slight teasing tone, mouth formed into a small grin as he glanced at Alec.

“It's always the same answer, anyway.” I'm fine. That's the answer he always gives to that question, every single time. He knows it's a lie, they know it's a lie, but what else can he say when words aren't enough to convey whatever he's been feeling ever since then?

“I don't mind that. Maybe, once a lie is repeated enough times, it'd come true someday.” Ray chuckled, “Though that sounds a bit dangerous, now that I think about it.”

Silence fell between the both of them, it isn't heavy nor is it tense. It was comfortable, like the breeze of the night. Ray looked to the sky, and Alec… he looked to Ray's eyes. It was as dark as the night sky, reflecting the countless stars twinkling high above with a light all too familiar yet not at the same time. This is Ray, yet not his Ray. That is Ray, one who've turned into light, amongst the sea of many others, high above the sky, a bright twinkling star. In a way, he did become a ray of light, just not that of sunshine as he would always say.

Alec moved his eyes towards the sky once more, and the two stayed there, in the silence, below the night sky, underneath the stars, they bathed in the light of a hundred promises, a thousand wishes and a million hopes for a future gentler than their present.

#ariawrites #ariaoc #ariaoc: Alec #ariaoc: Ray #angst #uuuuhhhhhhh how do you tag this thing. nothing triggering in it??? i think? other than angst it aint that heavy #well theres smoking so ig i should tag that one then???? its been waaay too long since i did smth like this #tw smoking #also also to have a lil more context bout whats happening here. basically this is set in an au where the alec here #belonged in a world that ''collapsed'' like some doomsday thing. Stuff happened and everyone he loved is practically dead #hes one of the survivors. he gained some regeneration/self healing from the Event. a lot of things changed and hes desperate #to cling onto anything that Didnt change. a constant to find comfort in. and thats his will to live despite *gestures vaguely* everything #anyway when he reached his limit he was just thinkin of going into a forest to walk. to be lost. or just anything #but theeen he fell through a portal (i call em stray portals in my universe. they pop up randomly) that appeared below him #That portal led him to This world! where everything is alright. no world ending event happened. everyone is alive. except #for one thing... the alec in this world is dead. and his family were still in the process of moving on from it when suddenly #this Guy appeared that looked Very much so identical to alec so Things happened. and theyre all in the process of healing #alec is healing from the Event. the others are healing from their alec's death and all of em are relearning to love #alec is relearning to love these ppl that are his family yet not at the same time. his family is learning to love and give space to #this alec without seemingly replacing their own alec that had died. its a pretty delicate process of healing from grief

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Also I made an entirely new name for my OC Satan cuz I can't find the one I had chosen for him initially and I was like: Okay, there HAS to be a reason why his nickname is Zoe. So I backtracked a bit and found out it's cuz I took Alerik's name, and flipped it. (Which is counting backwards with the letters. So starting by Z and counting which letter is the same number as L which turned out to be O). And like honestly... She kinda smart (referring to myself from months ago).

Kinda, cuz I think I only did that for the Zo part of the name and tried to look for an already existing name with Zo which was like, gurl why? So now I decided to continue on with that theme and got Zovira (changed the last letter cuz if I kept going there it'll turn to Zovirp and like... it'd be a lil too silly of a name for him, I can't--)

#aria rants #gonna be referring to him as zoe startin now cuz he'll def prefer that name. its cuz of Reasons that he got named satan #by the majority of the ppl and like hes neutral to that name and still uses it publicly but privately he prefers zoe and so far #only the closest ppl knows bout that name of his so like-- also like lorewise theres a reason why it has to be alerik's name #its cuz he was originally made to be a being greater than alerik so his birthname is adalric (which is another form of aleric) #aleric with a c. cuz thats how its normally spelled. i changed c to k for my oc so it looks different to alec (it looks very identical) #so yea its like-- alerik and zoe are two sides of the same coin and beings that was supposedly the same yet turned opposite #which ngl thinkin bout it now reflects on the way i just made zoe's new name. also the fact that the last letter got changed #like how i changed the one on alerik's and like if i think bout it deeper its also like a beginning to the end thing (z and a) #but reversed so its like ending to beginning which if applied with his story FITS SO WELL WTF I COOKED???? #i accidentally just connected the dots in his lore i didnt think of that... didn't think that far when i did that... #ariaoc

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Thinking bout Alec and Ray again and the dynamic between the two like the way that Ray presents himself to others as someone who's energetic and cheerful, and he even jokingly introduces himself as "a Ray of sunshine" but he's actually more moon coded instead in a way that he was Alec's light in his darkest night.

And how Alec presents himself as someone who's calm and reserved to the point that others can't help but to rely on him, and when placed side by side with Ray, makes him seem more moon coded but he's actually sun coded in a way that he brightened up Ray's world.

Makes me think a lot bout em.

#aria rants #ariaoc #ariaoc: Alec #ariaoc: Ray #i keep forgetting that tag exists #also needta stop my brain from think bout em more cuz i sleep #ill hope to dream about em instead. these two are very near and dear #to my heart that i think about em nearly 24/7 #losin my mind lil bit actually cuz of the way that alec and rays dynamic #seemed to have swapped outwardly ina way where when they were younger #ray was the quiet one and alec was the hyper one but as adults its #ray being hyper and alec being calmer but actually thats only like in the surface #because as these two healed. they grew to be a lil more like their younger selves #as if by accepting their childhood into their future like having their inner #child heal and like ououughhgghh... i love em... ray and alec <3

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Whumptober day 4 prompt: Shock | "You in there?"

Characters: Satan, Alerik

Within the depths of a dark cave lay a man hunched over, clutching at the cave's rocky floor, grabbing fistful of dirt and stones. An excruciating pain envelops his entire body, one he is all too familiar with, though he could numb such a pain back then, he couldn't now. Not when all of his powers are sealed.

He took slow, deep breaths through his gritted teeth. Eyes shut and beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The pain grew bearable as time passed, just as it always had. With a huff, the man leaned on the wall behind him.

Satan, that was the name he was known for. He quite likes it, it was like a trophy, a medal of recognition he wears on his neck to show off, one that can easily open deep wounds etched on the Celestials' souls. Forever reminding them of a being that nearly destroyed their beloved Worlds, and the Universe itself.

A small grin formed across his face at the recollection. Although he didn't succeed, he was satisfied with the aftermath of it. He let out a quiet chuckle as he remembered the faces of the Celestials back at the Empyreal Court. It was all full of scorn, hatred, and rage.

Pathetic, all of them were. Even more so was that naive Goddess. Stupid, head full of nothing but cotton and rainbows, how ridiculous of her to think she can change him. Although, it was a pity he couldn't see everyone's reaction to his disappearance from that prison.

In fact, had it not been for his current condition, he would've went back to that Goddess to mock her, that everything she did was all in vain. Despite his escape though, it doesn't change much of his situation. They will find him again, more easily now that his powers are sealed.

Satan huffed as he forcefully stood, clutching at the wall he's been leaning on, powers sealed or not, that doesn't mean he'll go without a fight, no matter who his opponent may be.

Just as Satan took a step forward, he heard the sound of footsteps that drew closer to his location.

“You in there?” A man's voice echoed from the pathway near him, it was a voice he was unfamiliar with.

Satan gritted his teeth as he stood straighter with his guard up. He kept his gaze locked onto the pathway, despite the darkness of the cave, he can see well nonetheless. Though his powers were sealed, his senses remained sharp still.

The man soon reached Satan's line of sight, long silver hair tied in a ponytail and eyes glittering like gold, he looks like any other God one might encounter. But there was something strange about him either way.

He smiled softly, it made Satan's blood boil, “I was gonna start the conversation with a how are you but… It seems I already have my answer to that.”

Satan clicked his tongue, “Just shut it if you're here to capture me.” He smirked, gaze sharp and deadly, “But know it won't be easy.”

The man chuckled, “I don't mind a chase but I'd rather not attract the attention of the others. They're already stressed out as it is.”

“Haaah? What? Are you another one like that braindead Goddess? Gonna preach about goodness to me too? Give a lousy spiel how I didn't choose to be created like this? Fuck off with that bullshit.”

Despite the mockery Satan spat at him, the man merely nodded, “It seems that you're feeling better now, that's good.”

“What are you—” It was then that Satan noticed the pain subsiding, as if it wasn't there bothering him moments ago. But how?

No matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of it at all, he had to use magic to numb it. Not even the Celestials he controlled back then could do anything, so how?

Satan glared daggers at the man with his teeth bared as a new sense of alarm washed over him, “You… ”

The man's soft smile stayed, never once wavering, “Let's continue this elsewhere, hm?”

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #ariaoc #ariaoc: Satan #ariaoc: Alerik #whumptober day 4 prompt #yea the 2nd man is named alerik #just couldnt get it in the snippet cuz thatll require a scene change and more words #adding his name at the top either way #yes i have an oc named satan but wait theres more! (i have the seven deadly demons too cant have satan without the rest of em) #i tried my hardest to cut this snippet as much as possible #from nearly 800 words to 692... still a lil too over 500 but good enough #what made this lengthier is the fact that its set in a fantasy world and i needed some context for everyone (and myself) #not adding ages cuz these two mfs old #well satan isnt that old during this actually hes just around 111 years old #compared to everyone else hes practically a baby. imagine a baby nearly destroyed the world. god the skill issue on that smh #<- saying that as if i didnt create em all i can see alerik sighing at me

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Whumptober day 2 prompt: Thermometer | "They don't care about you."

Character: Patch Age: 13

The incessant beeping of Patch's alarm clock was deafening to his ears, making his already aching head hurt even more. He sluggishly reached for the alarm, hand barely tapping the button on top before his hand slid down the table as it now dangles off the bed. His body felt heavier than last night, his head throbbing with a pain that worsens whenever he moves. It seems that simply sleeping it off last night didn't quite work as he hoped it would.

Patch groaned as he forced himself up, vision somewhat blurred and movements unsteady. He sat by the side of the bed, gathering the strength to stand so that he can make his way to the kitchen, grab the thermometer somewhere, get something to eat, take a medicine too.

He sighed, he really didn't want to move at all, he just wanted to stay in bed and sleep the day away. But it's best to deal with his fever now than let it worsen some more, and as always, he didn't have anyone that can help him at all.

Not when his mom is still at work, she always is. She's barely around that the spacious house meant for two feels so suffocating and small, it was no different than a closet.

Another sigh escaped his lip as he finally pushed himself up, he walked slowly, putting a hand on the wall to support himself as the room seems to spin. His head felt so foggy while he makes his way around the house, blank, empty, with occasional thoughts coming by to merely fade again before he even processed what it was about. Though there are some that doesn't fade as fast as he'd like, thoughts he'd rather not dwell on.

Thoughts of how useless he is, thoughts of how his mom doesn't care about him, thoughts that he's better off gone—

Patch shook his head much too quick for it to be comfortable in his current state. He felt the ground give way from under him as he reached for anything that can keep him from falling further. He clutched the sofa beside him, he hadn't realized he'd reached the living room already.

He took a couple of deep breaths, taking the time to let his dizziness subside before continuing his walk. Slowly and carefully this time. He grabbed the thermometer in one of the drawers, sitting down on the floor as he brought it to his mouth. A minute passed, then another, and another, Patch sat there all alone, with his head on his knees waiting for the thermometer to beep.

And it finally did, 38°C. He groaned, sighing a third time. Patch slowly stood, putting the thermometer in the pocket of his pajamas. Now to make his way to the kitchen to grab the medicines and whatever is in the fridge and sleep everything away, in a house that may as well belong to a stranger.

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #ariaoc #ariaoc: Patch #omori oc #whumptober day 2 prompt #im always so lost in tagging my writing featuring my ocs #oh hey patch content finally! im sorry dear ive been... neglectful... #i just realized my dear patch got two neglectful mothers (his mom and me. his own creator) and i feel a lil bad #also he havent met the OMORI cast here at the time #he meets them at 15 years old #he'll be doing somewhat better then. his mom is still neglectful in a way but not toooo much??? i think #i... i uhh... i havent thought that far ahead yet so

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Whumptober day 1 prompt: Safety Net | Swooning

Characters: Alec, Ray Ages: 17, 15

Alec stood by the corner of the room, loud blaring music surrounded his every side combined with the endless chattering of several people, their voices turning to static in Alec's head. He leaned on the wall, a glass of water in his hand, trying his best to look casual despite his spinning vision, and his out of place position.

Ray, being as popular as always, got invited to a party and asked Alec if he wanted to come along, a question Alec agreed to. When was the last time he attended a party? He doesn't know, maybe he would come to know in the future, or maybe not at all. Although his memories returned 2 years ago, it was still incomplete. In fact, it still doesn't feel like his. He's been doing all that he can to find out the person he once was.

Going out to see more of the world he had once shut off. Slowly, bit by bit, all to understand the child in his memories. His young self that was so hyper and cheerful, after all, understanding one's past will help to understand one's present, right?

So here he is, in a party he doesn't belong to. It felt like his head was being squeezed. Was it the noise? The intermingling smells of perfume? The bright flashing lights? He doesn't know. Everything is a blur now, static tearing at his skull. He closed his eyes, breathed shallowly, gripped the glass in his hand ever so slightly, careful not to break it.

This was a bad idea.

But was it really? Didn't it help him? It should… it should've. His young self would've loved places like these, right? He was so bubbly and playful, he'd fit right in, just as easily as Ray does… Right? He doesn't know…

It felt like the ground was slipping from underneath him. He gritted his teeth, hoping for it to stop. Hoping that he'd get better soon once he pushes down his feelings. If he ignores it, it should go away soon enough, right? Right? He doesn't know anymore… he doesn't know… doesn't know…

"Alec?" A clear voice rang out from the sea of noise.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw Ray standing in front of him. What expression does he have? Alec doesn't know, it was too blurry to see. But his voice, sounded so gentle.

"Hey… How are you feeling?" He asked softly.

Alec tried to answer, yet no sound came out of his parted lips.

"It's alright, here, I got you." Ray pulled Alec close, wrapping his arms around him in a warm embrace.

Alec felt Ray take the glass in his hands, he heard him talking to someone else before speaking to Alec again.

"Let's head home once you feel a little better, so you can rest easy, yeah?"

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #ariaoc #ariaoc: Alec #ariaoc: Ray #whumptober day 1 prompt #eeerrrrr what else to tag #oh yeah like was thinkin of addin the lil pic at the top latee #cuz my phone croppin is so bad it wont let me crop as small as my pc does #but then at the same am thinkin of only addin that lil pic on prompts with non-oc snippets as like #a lil marker to know which belongs to ocs and which isnt and like i like that idea a lil more #like even without lookin at the character listed section ykyk?????? yeah #i got sleepy debuff if not for that id be on another ramble about these two like #alec and ray is the duo ever i love em way too much im no thoughts head empty bout em so often

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Whumptober day 18, alternative prompt used: Betrayal and Whumptober day 19 prompt: "I'm not as stupid as you think I am." and Whumptober day 20, alternative prompt used: Decoy

Character: Cindy Age: 19

A small cottage settled by a clearing in the forest, within that cottage was a young lady, sitting on the floor in the middle of a magic circle. Cindy, that was her name, the only thing her parents left her with before leaving the world. She didn't have a surname, a luxury that commoner's couldn't have. Cindy sat with her knees close to her chest, fiddling with her hair that draped over her shoulder. Her eyes were downcast, lips pursed, she kept looking around the room, staring and observing what she can in her position, trying her hardest to keep all the thoughts threatening to spill at bay. It wasn't working.

The more she tried not to think about it, the more it kept gnawing at her skull. A tear dropped to her knee, another followed it soon after, and then another, no matter her attempts to keep more from dropping, it was all in vain as her tears stained her knees and the floor below, staining even a magic circle that wouldn't be easily erased with mere tears of a useless girl.

When her parents passed, the only thing she had left was an empty house and herself. It hurt, but she kept her head held high, just as her parents would've wanted. She continued her studies in magic, a dream of hers to be a strong witch someday, so that she can help others, something she always loved to do. She did all that she could to fulfill that dream, overjoyed when one of the most recognized witches in the kingdom took her in as a student.

She felt special that time, felt as though all her efforts paid off, that fulfilling her dream wasn't so far anymore. But she should've known better. When all the people around her kept shutting her down, when all of them laughed at her whenever she mentioned her dream, she should've just accepted that as a fact. That no matter what happened, a mere commoner whose parents were nothing but nobodies, couldn't possibly be a strong witch.

She was fortunate enough to have magic, but simply having magic wasn't enough. It never was. Why did she even bother keeping her hopes up all these years when in the end, it'll just be like this? A decoy for the enemy. It was strange to feel betrayed, when no one believed her in the first place.

Why did she believe in the lies of her own mentor?

“You're good with understanding the fundamentals, keep it up.” You're only good at reading.

“You should wait until you understand the structure of the spell better before executing it.” You won't ever be able to use such a spell.

“You're my best student.” You're the best decoy.

…She always knew those were lies. She always did, but she never acknowledged it.

“…I'm not… as stupid as… you think I am…” Cindy spoke to the wind, in-between choked sobs that drowned out all thoughts of her mentor and the other students laughing as the stupid girl served her purpose.

Deep down, she wanted those lies to be the truth. But it never will.

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #ariaoc #ariaoc: Cindy #whumptober day 18 prompt: alt #whumptober day 19 #whumptober day 20 prompt: alt #3 for one gayum i did not know how to go about that thingy at the top #i had two stuff prepared for 20 cuz i first chose blanket and found family #but thinkin bout it more...... it doesnt seem that fitted for whump cuz it leans more on comfort than hurt #so i just kept going for this one including its decoy part #imma write out that found family and blanket snippet as bonus its mel and mari as per the usual #anyway another oc i have not talked bout at all joins the fray imma talk bout her in a separate post in a bit #shes fine shes fine dw yall she didnt die but shes living in hell anyway #in a way that found family prompt suits her too

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Whumptober day 16, alternative prompt used: Brass Knuckles and Whumptober day 22 prompt: Glass Shard

Characters: Mel, Marigold Ages: 15, 29

Mel hissed as Mari applied ointment on his injuries. A swollen cheek, cracked lips, several cuts and bruises all over, he even seemed to have sprained his ankle as well, though he wasn't certain of that, not when the only pain he can feel is from his other foot that had glass shards lodged into it earlier. It was quite an unfair fight, 5 people with some wielding weapons, a bat, brass knuckles, or whatever. Yet even with those advantages, they still lost, pathetically running with tails between their legs.

“Aight, ya got any excuse bout this?” Mari continued to tend to his wounds, one of her pals saw him and ran to get her. So here they are, in one of their hideouts closest to the area. There was a small frown on her face, he can't quite tell if she's mad at him or the people he fought.

He merely stayed silent, he didn't have to energy to explain anything to her nor does he have the energy to even talk at all. He just wanted to get to bed, to hell with his injuries, infection be damned, he didn't care about anything anymore, he just wanted to collapse somewhere and never wake up.

“Mm… Well, should've expected that silence.”

Mel groaned, rolling his eyes and looking away, anywhere to distract himself, the pain wasn't a problem to him, he had worse before, what was the problem however, was Mari herself. He can't understand her at all. A gang leader famously known to be scary and strong, caring and tending for a brat she found half-dead in an alleyway. He sometimes thinks it would've been better for him to have died then. What was the point?

Why would she even bother to look after a stranger's kid, completely unrelated to her? His parents didn't even bother to care for him the way she's doing. So what's the point?

“Hey.” Mari snapped her fingers in front of him.

Mel frowned, “What?”

Mari put a hand on her hip, looking him up and down, “Hmm… Anyone ever told ya yer easy to read?”

He huffed out a sigh, “Yeah, the people I just beat up.”

She whistled, her lips forming into a smirk, “Oooh, look at that. Ya plan on fightin' be next too, aye?”

Mel glared at her.

She merely chuckled at him, “Maybe wait when yer all healed up. Wouldn't mind a spar with a lil zombie.”

“Seriously, just say what you wanted to say. Stop with that shit.”

“Heeh… Already said all that I wanted.” She shrugged, “Ya know, that gloomy look don't suit ya. Want me to tell ya bout that time I found ya?”

Mel let out a loud groan, “Shut it then. I don't wanna hear it anymore.” He'd heard that story countless of times already, far too much to keep track of, he never understood why she liked talking about it so much.

Mari didn't seem to listen, “You were sitting all bloodied at that alley--”

“I told you to shut it.” Mel grabbed a shoe nearby, throwing it at Mari who caught it with ease and an annoyingly smug expression.

She laughed, annoying him even further. She can be so unbearable at times, yet Mel can't truly bring himself to hate it. If anything, he hated that it brought him a sense of comfort.

He clicked his tongue as he stood, though he stumbled forward, Mari was there to steady him by grabbing onto his arm.

“Here, here, I'll carry ya.” She turned, bending down to carry him on a piggyback.

“No--”

“Aish! I aint taking no as an answer from ya! Ya can't even stand well! If ya don't want a piggyback then I'll carry ya like those princesses.”

Mel grumbled as he climbed on her back, tugging at her hair in irritation when she laughed, though it didn't quite stop her from laughing even more.

“Anyway, bout time ya tell me bout those brats ya fought.”

“So what? You can get revenge for me?”

“I aint giving ya that luxury! Ya get revenge on yer own, but those idiots did step into my territory so someone oughtta teach em a lesson not to.”

Mel chuckled, “My information comes with a payment. And payment first.”

Mari grumbled, “Aight, aight! Whatever! Tell me what ya want then!”

Mel laughed, a genuine laughter for the first time in so long, yet he didn't realize it as such. All that he knew then was, it wasn't so bad living like this.

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #ariaoc #ariaoc: Mel #ariaoc: Marigold #whumptober day 16 prompt: alt #whumptobey day 22 prompt #this was supposedly a prompt featurin an AU ver of alec and ray #but when i wondered how loud the flatline sound can be and decided to take that out when i was unsure bout the answer #suddenly the draft i got fell apart and i just went to look at this set of merged prompts in a different way #which resulted in another mel and mari snippet which im actually happy for cuz finally mel pov #and also another long one that is somehow longer than the prev one i wrote #how many prompts have i made with em now its like quite a lot more than i expected ngl #cuz i have another prompt with em again and like: i love em #theyre so sweet in their own way and mari best parent of the year #shes trying her best really and it sure be working

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Whumptoday day 15 prompt: Suppressed Suffering | "I'm fine."

Characters: Mel, Marigold Ages: 15, 29

Mari cradled a puppy close to her chest as her other hand held the takeout food she bought on the way. She went inside her house, carelessly shaking the shoes off her feet and putting on the indoor slippers as best as she can with her hands full. The puppy kept moving about with his tail wagging just as much.

“Heeeyy, be still, will ya? We aint there yet.” She whispered to the puppy that tried to reach her face and lick it.

There wasn't any light in the house, anyone would think there wasn't anyone home at all. But that wasn't really the case, there was one person aside from Mari living in it. A kid she took in a year ago, the little zombie she had been taking care of so much.

If you had told Mari from even a year ago before that faithful encounter in that alley, that she would be spending her days caring for a kid she found at death's door, then she would merely laugh at an unbelievable story.

Because that's what it would've been for her back then. She has no experience about caring for another person, all her life she only ever know how to care for herself. Hardship was no stranger to her, gripping fate's string and tugging at it to climb out of whatever hole she was dropped in. Even if it meant fighting for a life she could only see from afar. That was all she had ever known. She couldn't have possibly be fit to care for a kid.

But here she is, a year later and the kid she had told herself over and over again to give to a different family that can provide for him better, still lived with her. She continued to keep him around, care for him, going as far as to get a puppy for him. Frankly, she was at her wit's end, even calling for an emergency meeting with her gang to ask for suggestions in what a kid would like.

Mel hadn't been feeling well lately at all, it's been like that ever since he got his memories back. But there are days were it's worse than usual, he would just stay in bed, he wouldn't even eat. Mari hated seeing him like that. She can't fully explain why, she can't even understand why she cares so much, she just does, and that's all that mattered to her at the moment.

When she finally reached his room, she put the bag through her wrist and knocked, “B! You awake?”

No response.

“Well, I'll be letting myself in then.” Mari opened the door and walked in, the room was as dark as the rest of the house, with no light and curtains drawn.

Mel lay in bed, a blanket over his head. The puppy's small barks made him shift a bit.

“You good?”

“…am fine…” He mumbled.

Mari sighed, Mel has always been a terrible liar, “Yep, looks fine to me.”

She brought the puppy down, putting it on top of Mel. He poked his head out to see the little pup jumping and walking around. “…why…?”

“Thought it'd be nice to have a puppy around. Pals at the gang said kids like pets.”

“…I'm not a kid.”

The puppy sniffed him, letting out small happy barks as he licked Mel's face. “Yeah, yeah. The lil fella seems to like ya.”

Mari took a deep breath, “Look… I may not know exactly what you're going through, but that doesn't mean I don't care.”

Mel patted the puppy on the head, a small chuckle escaping his lips, “Did your pals tell you that script too?”

“Hey now, the thought's still mine, they just helped put it together.” Mari groaned, “Told em it's too formal for me.”

“You sounded like a robot.”

“Don't wanna hear that from a lil zombie.” Mari bent down, ruffling up Mel's hair and lightly poking the puppy's nose, “Anyway, c'mon, I got dinner right here. 'Is bout time you eat, aye?”

Mel groaned as he fixed his hair, though it didn't quite work as the puppy messed it up again, “Yeah… I guess…”

A smile formed on Mari's lips, she wasn't lying when she said that, formal as it may be. She couldn't understand anything that Mel did, since it was far from what she knows of, but she cares. And more than glad enough to understand him, no matter how long it'll take.

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #ariaoc #ariaoc: Mel #ariaoc: Marigold #well this went longer than i wouldve hoped to be #i went like this way that way forward backward for this snippet #went from mels pov to mari's pals pov to mari pov #cuz i was struggling figuring out how to write this and am actually happy with the result #its leaning more on comfort with a bit of hurt tho thats a pity but if ya squint ya can see the hurt a lil more maybe #tried my best bro its... actually why is it so hard to write in mels pov i can never get his pov right #i ended up going for maris pov cuz shes a bit easier to write with than mel goddammit mel what is up with you #i think this is the longest one ive written yet

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Whumptober day 13, alternative prompt used: Body Modification

Character: Nightmare

Within a forest in the middle of the night, with skies dark and stars hidden, only the moon illuminating the surrounding, a man lay writhing on the floor, clutching at the ground with nails bloodied from dragging across it, small stones pricking his skin. He bit his lip hard that blood dripped down his chin, suppressing screams that longed to escape his throat ever since his body started to hurt.

His mind became increasingly foggy, memories blurring and turning to static. He was just on a simple camping trip, or perhaps he wasn't at all? He wanted to get away from the stress of the city, maybe not as well? Has he sent a message to his parents, final words to be said before he completely loses who he is, he can't remember either. What was it he encountered to be subjected to this torment, a monster? a demon? He can't even remember that too. His mind was blank, the more the minutes ticked by, the more the pain intensified. It was all that filled his head.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. His lips had long parted to let out a scream of a voice he couldn't recognize as his. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. His face soaked with tears, his body soaked with sweat, he can barely hear the sound of something being ripped open from all the screaming. Rip, rip, rip, drip, drip, drip. His face stung, voice broke, it was only then that the man found where the ripping was, yet it didn't stop there.

He felt it all over his body, his shoulder, his arm, his chest, his stomach, his legs, everywhere on his body, he can feel his skin being ripped open by an invisible force. The man then prayed, he prayed and prayed and prayed. Prayed for it to stop, prayed for whatever god to save him, yet no one listened, no one answered. The man merely continued to writhe on the ground, bathed in his own blood. There was the sound of stitching caused by an invisible needle that closed what was ripped open.

His eyes then burned with a pain as if a hand reached deep into his eye socket and squeezed his eyes. The man clutched his head, digging his nails deep into his scalp, tears of blood flowed down his cheeks. The man kept praying still, he doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die…

Please… I don't want to die…

… … …

Silence enveloped the entire forest, with only the sound of rustling leaves and chirping of birds as the sun peaked through the horizon. Prayers lost to the wind as the man lost who he is, a mere husk sat where he once lay, with stitches scattered around his body and eyes that can never belong to that of a human. With no memories but a single purpose in mind, it was time to satiate his growing hunger. The fear of others.

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #ariaoc #ariaoc: Nightmare #whumptober day 13 prompt: alt #is this considered gore? #tw gore #cw gore #just in case it is #didn't get to mention his name here cuz tbf it was like in the past waaay before he came to be referred to as nightmare #i thiiiink i mentioned nightmare waaay back in the past? through an ask chimera sent me #i dont remember what i said but yeah nightmare was mentioned then! but i will talk bout him a bit in a separate post anyway #cuz am like rewriting his story a liiiil bit. basically expanding more on it #this was the dudes transformation story pretty painful stuff #its my first time writin smth like this so am not sure how well i did but am happy with the result anyway! #no age but during his moment he was around 20+

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Whumptober day 12 prompt: Insomnia

Characters: Ray, Alec Ages: 18, 20

Ray yawned for what felt like the hundredth time that night, swarmed with schoolwork he had been putting off for days and now he only has a couple of hours left until all of it is due. He yawned again, leaning back into his chair and wiping away tears he wasn't even sure was from all his yawning or not.

He let out a long sigh, stared at the ceiling for awhile before lightly slapping himself to get back to work. He brought the chair closer to the desk, propping up his chin on his hand as he looked at what he has left to finish. There were still some essays to be written, a couple of worksheets to be answered. Ray looked at the time on his laptop, 4 am, he looked to the side of the desk, littered with cans of energy drinks and two empty cups of that once had coffee with several shots of espresso inside.

Ray groaned as he carelessly dropped his head on the desk with a thud. Why couldn't he have gradually worked on these things like most of his classmates had done? They were given weeks! And yet here he is, doing weeks' worth of work in just hours, like a failure. Can't he even go a single month without being a disappointment to the people around him?

Ah, but he has. Every month. Ray gritted his teeth, grabbing his hair tightly. He thanks his parents for insisting on that acting class, it was all he has going for him now. Acting. A skill he uses every single day. No one knows how bad of a failure he truly is, no one knows how much of a disappointment he can be. Ever day he puts on a mask that no one can see through, and every day he struggles to even do something as simple as waking up in the morning and sleeping at night.

He isn't as great as he presents himself to be.

Ray suddenly felt someone grab his hands, he flinched at the touch and quickly raised his head it made his vision spin a bit. Alec stood beside him with a small frown.

“You're gonna hurt yourself.” He spoke in a slightly monotone voice, something that had been the case for years now. Ray sometimes miss the voice Alec had before that incident, when it was so full of emotion.

“Ah, sorry.” Ray chuckled.

Alec looked at the papers cluttered all over the desk, he tilted his head, “Do you need help?”

“Ah… No, not really…” Ray was unsure how to answer that.

“You need rest.”

Ray let out a small laugh, “Not yet, I need to finish these today.”

There was a beat of silence, until a small voice broke it before it went on for long, “I'm worried about you.”

Ray looked at Alec, his childhood best friend, who had become empty and emotionless, yet there are times where he shows such rare genuine emotion, Ray couldn't possibly ignore it. In the end, he can't really win against those puppy eyes, can he?

Ray let out a sigh, with a mixture of emotion he couldn't recognize at that moment, “I guess… I do need help after all.”

There was always one person that sees through such an act.

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #ariaoc #ariaoc: Ray #ariaoc: Alec #whumptober day 12 prompt #ah yes the duo ever back at it again in another snippet #they are grgrmmmfgrdjfck head empty all keysmashes #i wrote this at like 2 am yesterday #is it even yesterday if it was alrdy 2 am of that next day and today is that next day??? is it 2 am earlier then? #was only supposed to stop at the line ''he isn't as great as he presents himself to be'' #but it was a lil too short and also i felt bad for ray so continued it and brought alec along for that bit of comfort #im weak to hurt/comfort

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Whumptober day 11 prompt: Captivity

Character: Xavier Age: 24

Xavier leaned his head on the bars keeping him caged within the small room that is now his own “home,” for however long his captors wished to keep him alive. He glanced around his cell, if not for the lone mattress by the corner, it would be completely empty. He surveyed the outside, what little he can see from his position.

Guards stationed beside each cell, prisoners young, old, and ones he knows. Some were crying, others were still unconscious, the rest were quiet, like him. Throat dry and body numb, with his hope destroyed defeat was the only thing left to accept. A needless war that spanned for years, no matter how hard he fought alongside his brothers in arms, it was useless. Completely useless. Scars and wounds sustained from such a battle meant nothing, it wasn't glory, it was an ugly reminder of the many lives he had taken.

He looked down at himself, clothes tattered and worn, several wounds littered across his body, stained with a mixture of his own blood and others', from his own allies to his enemies. Death is surely a mercy he didn't deserve.

Xavier heard footsteps coming near, saw a figure at the corner of his eye, yet he didn't turn his head to look.

“Not even a greeting? How cold.” The person on the other side of the bars spoke. “Even after I went through the trouble of getting you this?”

A tray with soup, bread, and a glass of water was pushed in through the small opening at the bottom. There was still steam coming off of the soup and water.

“What's your goal?” His voice was hoarse, it was hard to speak, but that didn't matter to him anymore. Nothing did.

“That's a surprise. Wouldn't want to ruin it now.”

Xavier let out a quiet sigh. What a predictable surprise then.

“Oh, and since I'm in such a good mood. I'd even let you send your last words to your loved ones. How nice of me, right?”

“No need.” No one will look for me anyway.

“Huh… Well, enjoy your first and last night in there then. Sleep well, soldier.”

For the first time in a while, Xavier chuckled bitterly.

#ariawrites #whumptober 2023 #ariaoc #ariaoc: Xavier #whumptober day 11 prompt #yeets this away from me #have at thee! #this kicked me in the head #cuz it sure be making my head hurt on how to write this thing #am not good with captivity scenes cuz like how do? #but i must try to write one anyway and boi was that a challenge #also am like reachin that point where im like: no dont say that you deserve better #<- the one that's writing everything #as you can see i cant keep up with many a pain but but i wanna complete all 31 prompts this month #and its fun anyway like ayyyyeeee practice but waaaaaaa pain