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contreparry · 3 months

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Happy Friday Ann! From the DA lore prompts: "Grim Anatomy. A book on animal dissection and demonic possession, by an unknown author. It’s not wearing the creature’s skin. It has become the creature: its mind, its senses… its blood."

Absolutely! Here's some more fun times (ha) in Ostwick Circle, with a young Trevelyan for @dadrunkwriting!

The library in Ostwick Circle was as grand as any university. The Mages prided themselves on their collection of magical tomes and knowledge. The research conducted in the Circle was second to none, and whatever they did not produce could be collected and preserved within the shelves of Ostwick Circle's library. There were books on every subject the mind could conceive, from brick-laying to botany, from casting metals to culinary arts, from medicine to magic. If there was anything one wanted to know, one could find a book about it in Ostwick Circle.

But there were some books in the library that were restricted to all but the most respected of Enchanters and the most trusted of Templars. And those books were the ones that apprentices whispered about in the dark of night, when their guardian Enchanters and Templars finally went to bed.

"I saw it, I really did!" Ceri insisted in a whisper. "Bound in black leather, and all shiny like oil. Enchanter Lydia was thumbing through it while that one Templar- the one with the long brown hair-"

"Serena?" one voice asked sleepily. Evelyn thought it might have been Rhea, though she couldn't say for certain. Without any mage light or even the moon, the apprentice dormitory (Dormitory B) felt a bit like a cave: vast, made of stone, and so dark that Evelyn couldn't really tell the difference between when her eyes were open or shut.

"Aye, that one! She pointed at a page. Said "that's the one," or something like that," Ceri insisted, refusing to end the conversation. "But then they went off to the Restricted Section to put the book away! What were they doing with a book like that?"

What were they doing indeed? Normally Evelyn would roll her eyes, for Ceri had a tendency to catastrophize- but she was very young, not even ten. But Lydia hadn't mentioned anything about reading a book from the restricted section of the library today when they had tea, and she always told Evelyn whenever she found something interesting. A forbidden book was definitely interesting.

"Thrilling," Issak yawned. "They read a book. Good to know that Ser Serena is literate." It was an unkind jab, to be sure, for Ser Serena hadn't been an objectionable guardian when it was her turn to guard Dormitory B. But she was rather strict. No reading after bedtime, she insisted. Issak hadn't forgiven her for ending his late-night studies just yet.

"From the Restricted Section!" Ceri exclaimed. "No one is supposed to go there! Ever!"

"Lydia is an Enchanter, and Ser Serena has proven herself to be capable in combat," Issak replied. "It's hardly unusual for Mages or Templars of their ranks and with their responsibilities to conduct research, you know. Go to bed." As if to punctuate this final order, Issak flopped down loudly on his narrow mattress, and the small bedframe creaked under his weight. He'd be getting his own private room soon, as soon as he underwent his Harrowing. Evelyn had a few years left before she had to worry about that.

"But-" the anxiety, the pure distress, in Ceri's voice was so evident that Evelyn crumbled before it.

"Ceri," Evelyn whispered. "Come over here. You can tell me about the book, alright?" She lifted her blanket up and gestured for Ceri to join her in the narrow bed, even though she couldn't see a thing. But Ceri could, and within moments she had darted under the covers and tucked her tiny freezing feet between Evelyn's calves before burrowing her face into her neck. She was shaking, but if it was from fear or cold Evelyn couldn't say.

"It was an awful book, Evie," Ceri mumbled. "It looked mean. Like it held things inside of it!" And she sounded so frightened and so sincere that it made Evelyn's own heart tremble a little. Ceri was rather perceptive, even if she tended to see doom in everything- but what child wouldn't be frightened by mysterious things? And some books did contain a little bit of power in their pages, magic woven into their bindings and ink and paper. Those sorts of books stayed in the restricted section, naturally, for none but the most experienced of Mages should deal with tricksome volumes like that.

Very interesting. She would have to ask Lydia about it tomorrow. But for now Evelyn wrapped her arm around Ceri and rubbed soothing little circles into her back.

"Books like that can be scary," Evelyn murmured. "But Enchanter Lydia and Ser Serena know what they're about. Did you happen to see the title?" She asked. Ceri shook like a leaf in the wind.

"Y-yes. It was... it was all in silver. Grim Anatomy," Ceri whispered, and Evelyn froze. Oh. She knew that one. It was an infamous part of the library's collection, one that was often whispered about by the older apprentices. But only whispered. The contents were suited to dark nights and whispers. If Lydia needed to bring it out, that meant that Ser Serena saw something truly terrible. Ceri was correct to call the book awful.

"A frightening volume indeed," she murmured. "But a valuable one. It's part bestiary, part anatomy text. It documents rare demons."

"Demons?" Ceri squeaked out.

"Yes. The author collected all of their knowledge of strange demons into the book in the hopes that it would help us future Mages protect ourselves. It was meant as a kindness," Evelyn explained, as she remembered Lydia explaining the books of the restricted section to her all those years ago. "We Mages must look out for each other as best we can, and knowledge-"

"Is our weapon," Ceri recited.

"Exactly. It is good to be wary. It is a book you are a little too young to read," Evelyn said. "But not all of our books are so frightening. Would you like me to find you some nicer ones tomorrow?"

"Yes please," Ceri mumbled, and she burrowed closer to Evelyn, her little fists clinging to the flannel of her nightshirt. Soon enough the girl was fast asleep, and Evelyn stared out into the darkness. Grim Anatomy. She shuddered herself, thinking of the terrible passages the book contained, and squeezed her eyes firmly shut.

#my writing #da drunk writing circle

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tsarisfanfiction · 6 months

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Braids: Chapter 2

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Michael Yew, Apollo Cabin I know it's a fluff fic but we do have some grumpy Michael in this one, which brings in the Michael Yew Swears A Lot tag from AO3! I have a discord server for all my fics, including this one! If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi! Character ages this chapter: Michael - 11 Laura - 17 <<Chapter 1

2) Laura

Michael was bored. Most of the cabin were in the woods for Capture the Flag, which was a game Michael was determined to take part in one day, but so far had been banned for being “too small”, which was bullshit, in his opinion. He could still fight!

Emily had been firm, though. “It’s for your own safety,” she’d told him. “I’m sure you’ll be able to join in next summer.”

She’d said the same fucking thing last year. If she said it again next year, Michael was going to shoot her. Sometimes Emily was fine, but then sometimes she could be a real bitch. He’d tried to sneak in anyway, but his bow had disappeared and Emily had caught him and directed him away.

Chiron had offered to let him watch with him, but if Michael couldn’t join then he wasn’t going to fucking watch everyone else having a good time without him, so he had stormed into the cabin to sulk.

Sulking didn’t stop boredom, though. Michael had clambered up to his bunk, because that was his space and no-one ever came up there, but there was nothing to do. His fingers itched to at least fletch an arrow if he couldn’t shoot, but that was yet another fucking thing he wasn’t allowed to do without godsdamned supervision.

They ended up in his hair instead, tugging it out of its ponytail. It was finally long enough to tie up without looking stupid and even when he was mad at his cabin mates, the feel of his hair on the back of his neck and brushing his shoulders made him relax, a little. This felt right.

He’d braided Ceri’s hair a few times, now, but they still looked awful and Michael didn’t like that. Ceri had made it very clear that she didn’t mind – she never took the braids out until bedtime, no matter how much it unravelled – but Michael did because braids weren’t supposed to be difficult but he hadn’t really got the hang of them yet.

His fingers ran through his hair again, and he realised that with everyone else not there, he could practice without anyone judging him.

He knew his attempts at Ceri’s hair were judged, even though no-one ever said anything bad about them.

Immediately, Michael realised one problem: braiding his own hair was completely different to braiding someone else’s. He had to hold his wrists in weird positions to reach the back of his head, and he couldn’t keep the three sections apart. Whichever strands he had hanging loose kept getting tangled up with other sections, and he’d start picking up the wrong hair and turning his hair into a total knot rather than a braid.

“Fucking piece of shit,” he snarled at it as his fingers got caught up and his first attempt to retrieve them ended with his fingers completely snarled up in hair. “Fuck.”

He was so busy swearing at the wannabe braid that he missed the cabin door opening.

“Michael? Are you in here?”

“Fuck off!” he retorted instantly, not even registering who it was. “Go play your stupid game.”

His half-sister – he wasn’t sure which one without looking, but it was one of the summer campers, because he knew the year-rounders’ voices immediately now – didn’t do as she was told. Without anyone else in the cabin, her footsteps were loud against the floor and Michael tensed as the sound came to a stop by his bunk.

“What if I’d rather keep you company?” she asked, and he reluctantly looked over the edge of his bunk to see who was bothering him. Dark brown hair and pointy cheek bones belonged to Laura, one of the older girls in the cabin.

“I don’t want company,” he snapped back, which was only a lie because he wanted to be with the rest of the cabin in the forest. He didn’t want a babysitter.

The top of her head ducked down, and Michael lost track of her. “Okay,” she said from below him – fuck, was she on the empty bunk underneath his? “I’ll be here if you change your mind.” There was the sound of a page turning and Michael realised she had picked up a book from who-fucking-know-where.

Whatever.

Michael tugged at his hands again, extracting his fingers from the snare he’d made of his own hair, and he swore again because now his hair was a fucking mess and his brush was on top of his dresser, which meant he had to leave his bunk to get at it.

Fucking damn it.

Grumpily, he threw himself down the ladder far enough to lean across to grab the brush, sticking the handle in his mouth as he clambered back up again.

“You might find it easier to do a smaller braid,” Laura said suddenly and he jumped, almost losing his grip on the latter. “Ceri has a lot of hair and it’s quite a handful, but you don’t have to do it all at once.”

Michael glared through the rungs of his ladder at where she was laying on the bottom bunk, not even looking away from her book.

“So fucking what?” he demanded, and then she moved, putting a bookmark between the pages and sitting up.

“Let me show you what I mean?” she asked, but her hand was headed for his hair and fuck no, Michael hadn’t let anyone touch his fucking hair in a year and that wasn’t changing now. He scurried out of reach.

“Fuck off.”

She backed off straight away, her hand changing target and going for her own hair instead. “Okay,” she said, “how about I show you using my hair?”

As she spoke, she took a small part of her hair near her face and started twisting it into a skinny braid. Michael couldn’t follow what her fingers were doing, or why they she wasn’t dropping one of the sections constantly. She finished the whole braid without saying anything else, and it was fucking neat.

“How the fuck did you do that?” he demanded. She patted the bunk next to her.

“I’ll show you,” she said. “We’ll use my hair, don’t worry.”

Wary, but curious, Michael slunk back down his ladder and swung himself onto the bunk. She unravelled the braid she’d just done, then held out the same section of hair to him. He took it silently.

“Split it into three, the same way you do with Ceri’s hair,” Laura told him. Michael did, finding how thin each section was weird. Laura’s hair was a lot sleeker than Ceri’s, too. He held them the same way, with one section in each hand and the middle one hanging loose.

He flinched when Laura’s hands came up and hovered near his, not quite touching but fucking close. “Let me show you how to hold it?” she asked. “You might struggle with how much hair Ceri has, but for braids like these, there’s a way to do it that means you don’t keep dropping any hair.”

Michael hesitated, but he wanted to know. “Fine,” he said shortly, and watched Laura’s hands closely as they came in contact with his. Gently, she shifted his fingers until one of the sections of hair was held between his pointer and middle finger, while another was held between his thumb and finger on the same hand.

It felt fucking weird.

She made his other hand also hold the third section between his fingers. “This way, you have your thumb and finger free to grab the hair,” she explained, placing her hands over his and demonstrating. He copied her, and found himself taking one of the strands from his other hand. “Now you can cross them over like this.”

It was an awkward twist, but Michael was stubborn and determined. Laura guided him into shifting his grip on the one section left in that hand, and then they did the same thing in the reverse.

Slowly, they made their way down the braid. It still didn’t look that neat, bulky and messy at the top where he’d started, but by the time they reached the end of her hair, it was starting to look a bit like an actual braid.

Laura let him look at it for a moment, before running her fingers through it and getting rid of it. Michael’s chest ached a little, but then he blinked when she handed the section back to him again.

“Practice makes perfect,” she told him. “Do you want me to guide you through this one again, or try by yourself?”

Michael split it back into sections and tried to remember how to hold them all at once. It took him a couple of attempts, but he managed to get them awkwardly positioned between his fingers again. He didn’t answer Laura, instead launching straight into his second attempt at the braid.

Within a couple of twists, it was a mass of knots. “Fuck.”

Laura swooped in and rescued her hair, undoing Michael’s awful braiding attempt. She gave it back to him again, though. “I’ll guide you again,” she suggested, and he grumbled but agreed.

She stopped guiding him halfway through their third attempt, and Michael focused hard on making sure he got it right.

It went a bit messier, but it was some of the best braiding he’d ever done.

Laura didn’t destroy that one. Instead, she grabbed another section of hair, a bit further back on her head, and offered that to him again. “Try this one by yourself,” she suggested.

Michael fumbled the first few twists, but found the rhythm after that. He was slow, but the braid was looking like an actual fucking braid, and he was proud of that.

By the time Capture the Flag was over and their siblings came back, Laura’s hair was full of small, occasionally wonky, braids, and Michael had almost forgotten that he was upset at being forced to sit the game out.

Chapter 3>

#percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson fanfiction #michael yew #cabin seven #apollo cabin #laura piper #original character #tsari writes fanfiction #braids

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tillinghastcorporatemedia · 9 months

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A Squimpp is bigger than you think, but not that big.

"Hey, Stop!” someone yells out, however Cerys, having begun her descent, does not stop. Instead she quickens her pace, dropping her feet on the top of each bar before grabbing with her hands and landing her feet on the edge of the floor. She lands on the ground and takes off before trespassing patrol can be called. After a few minutes of running she rounds the corner into the northern district center, blending in with a large crowd of people. Walking through the crowd as it morphs to the curves and degrees of the buildings amongst the factories and mercantile shops littered throughout the main center. A slight breeze of metal and crisp xanthean air comes blowing in, ruffling Cerys's hair across her face. She walks into a local family owned restaurant with an overhang that sticks out crooked in an angle of complete disregard for the gravity of the planet.

She sits at the front bar, adjacent to the wall with the large sprawling electronic menu. Her usual spot when she can get over to the north district, whenever security isn't crawling all over due large amounts of activity. Technically she knew she was supposed to wait before going back to the spots after Hugo had gotten kicked out last time with a small fine for “damage.” Honestly it was complete bullshit as the handrail had been bent for months before they went out to the spot. The bent handrail had just the right angle to vault over to the ledge just below it, as it was too high for at least Cerys to comfortably clear and land with enough precision. Her order was brought out from the kitchen pretty quickly as Cerys had the exact same order every time. SquƢeper bread with a light coating of oil and tall glass of the mineral laden liquid, which had similar consistency to water, but more of a yellowish green hue.

As Cerys begins to eat, she notices a stranger take a seat in close proximity at the bar to her right. The new figure slowly begins to order as Cerys notices the locked brown hair that slowly melds into black at the edges. The light glinting off of crystal blue earrings catching her attention, her eyes resting into the eyes of the figure. “Hi, i'm Lydia. Nice to meet you.” Lydia extends her palm out Cerys, who hesitates nervously before shaking the strangers hand.”I'm Cerys. Pleasure to meet you.” Cerys is taken aback almost immediately as Lydia kisses her hand. “The pleasure is all mine.” Cerys laughs nervously, unsure of what to do. “I don't mean to be rude, but could not touch me like that please.” says Cerys almost sternly, as if she was chastising Maya. Taken aback, Lydia withdraws her hand and and immediately apologizes.

Cerys laughs nervously again, just wishing she could go back to eating. “Let me make it up to, here's my number, let me take you out to dinner to apologize. No expectations or pressure.” Lydia says, sliding her card over the bar to Cerys. Cerys takes the card and slides it in her bag, planning on throwing it out as soon as Lydia is out of sight. Lydia departs quickly, as if sensing that Cerys wants her to leave. Cerys finally finishes her food, grumbling about the whole ordeal. She makes her way to the station center from the restaurant to head to the Pelagia district over to Hugo's. After a quiet and uneventful ride she makes her way up to the 36th floor subdivision that Hugo had somehow managed to get in the residence lotto. She knocks on the door four times raptly, then makes 2 quiet taps. Hugo opens the door and the smell of protohash and squimpp wafts out. “I'm guessing Peter's home from work?” “Yeah, how'd you guess?” Replies Hugo, huge grin forming across his face. “Fair warning, he won't shut up about the date he went out on a few days ago.” Hugo nudges Peter a bit as they walk into the apartment. “Okay, but first you would not believe the day I have had..”

#tillinghastcorporatemedia #science fiction #scifi #scifiart #aliendancemusic #writers #romance #short story #parkour #freerunning

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wosocharleeeeess · 8 months

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emma hayes: we’re signing 4 players this transfer window

also emma hayes:

#hannah hampton #sjoeke nüsken #nicky evrard #catarina macario #mia fishel #lexi potter #cerys brown #ashley lawrence #wieke kaptein #chelsea women #chelsea wfc

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tomorowisjustamystery · 4 months

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Last game of the year

#woso #chelsea fcw #chelsea women #sam kerr #cerys brown #aggie beever jones #mia fishel #ashley lawrence #ann katrin berger #jess carter #sophie ingle

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lessirussolvr · 4 months

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#chelsea fcw #chelsea women #jessie fleming #sophie ingle #cerys brown #johanna rytting kaneryd #catarina macario #ashanti akpan #kadeisha buchanan

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vodka-and-ocs · 2 months

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WELCOME TO MY PERSONAL OC HELL

Abby Idris

Ada Amakiir (later Galanodel)

Adel Weiss

Alexana

Amber

Andromeda

Andy

Antares

Arbus Lawrence

Ari

Ariane Serta

Aster Nordström

Audrey

Bajern

Basil

Clarabell "Bell"

Barnard "Bernie"

Bleuet

Nathaniel "Brownie" Brown

Calliope

Camille James

Canopus

Cantique

Cassandra

Cecil

Cepheus

Cerys

Charlie

Cirrus

Claudia

Cobalt Nightingale (formerly Song)

Corbin

Dante

Daryl Galanodel

David Ceese

Deneb

Dust

Elaine

Eris Winberg

Etna

Eugenia

Eve

Fireweed

Narangerel "Gan" Purev

Gary Khan

George

Grace

Halley

Hazel Brown

Hedd

Helen C.C. Kobena (the C.C. stands for Craterellus Cornucopioides)

Hemlock

(The) Hero

Herophilus

Hillen Eke

Himari Fujimori

Hortense

Hyacinth

Hyo

Irina

Isabelle de la Tour

Jak'raadun'zaerazylym "Silver Jack"

Jackie Lantern

Jessica

Jupiter

Kal Idris

Kamon

Keion Galanis

Kohaku

Kris "Krill"

Lakar

Laurel Walters

(Idris) Lavellan

Leco

Levi Eke

Lewis Glory

Lian

Linus

Liz (short for Lizard, allegedly)

Loveshot

Lyr Galanodel

Malachite

Marcus

Marine

Mars

Mashael

Maul

Mavra

Megrim

Mercury ? (later Lawrence)

Mercy

Merryweather

Messier

Miel

Miracle

Mirage

Mournblade

Mushi ? (later Skoll)

Nadeem

Narcissus

Neptune

Nero

Nora Eke

Nur

Octave

Opal

Ophélie

Orpheus

Ortica

Ouroboros

Owen

Pea

Pendula

Persimmon "Percy"

Philomena

Phoebe Hobbes

Pickle

Pluto Cedeño

Poe K. Amon

Poem

Polaris

Prisme

Proxima

Rat

Ravi

Rena Idris

Rigel

Robjorn "Rob"

Sanctity

Saturn

Scylla

Sedna Ramanantsoa

Sepsha

Shrimp

Silas

Sinistre

Sirius

Sol Nordström

Swift J1818.0

Sylvia

Teeth

Temperance

Thej Mahariel

Tobias

Turmoil

Ulysses

Valerie (Valentine, Raphael, ...) Heart

Vega

Vell

Vincenza "Vinny" Fontanelli

Violet

Viridian

Will Frey

Willow

Wisteria

Yori Kamiya

Zelda

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#oc list #i have a few more like adelheid eleonor trystan mattheus johann father nightingale lians parents etc but theyre background characters tbh #like yes goerge the gnome who never showed up is also here but HE has a design so he can stay.#anyway this is why my oc list is a big blurb on names instead of a neat list with last names. because its FUCKING LONG #i need a version i can reblog without mobile users vowing to kill me on sight #lewis' unnamed mother also exists but isn't present. due to the aforementionned lack of name #ive got 160+ guys some are just a little too abstract for this list #long post

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