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thetruedragonslayer · 1 year

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The True Dragon Slayer Chapter 1

Hwan, the true dragon slayer… or is he?

Today was a rainy day and I was working till 8 PM since Erin had to go to the hospital to see her grandma.

I sent a voice memo to my sister that she could order the food already.

We wanted to try these new chicken wings, from a BBQ shop that had recently opened.

And where my father wanted me to apply for a delivery job since it would’ve paid so much better.

I was still sitting in front of my locker, with my phone in my hand. I checked the time and went back to the aisle, we had so much stuff to put on the shelves.

The store owner had accidentally ordered more products than we could put out and now Doyoon and I had to be very careful and smart about it.

“Hey, do you know where this goes?” I showed a new noodle cup to my co-worker, “because it all looks the same to me.”

Doyoon, who had to keep an eye on the checkout as well, shrugged and took out his phone.

"Man, I don't know it either," he replied, "do you know when Erin will be back?"

"Nope, and you can ask that yourself," I pointed at his phone, "you're obsessed with her, you know. Erin this, Erin that."

Doyoon put his hand on his chest and gasped.

"I am not!"

"You kinda are."

"Excuse me, where can I find chicken wings?" a girl appeared next to us.

She was glued to her phone and didn't seem to care, at all.

"We don't sell them," Doyoon replied, "but-"

"But you can find them down the street, a new restaurant has just opened," I interrupted him and smiled.

"Ok," said the girl and left the store, still on her phone.

"Oh my god, she's just like you!" I sarcastically add and go back to sorting the products.

Suddenly, I felt something brush against my legs and looked down, just to see a brown cat run towards the boxes I'd gotten earlier.

He knocked them over then jumped on the candy shelf, knocking those over too.

"Hey, asshole!" I shouted and ran after the cat, "you can't be here!"

The cat grabbed a potato chip bag and winked at me. I shook my head.

I must've been really tired, there's no way he actually did that.

"Doyoon, help me!" I ran after the cat, who was zig-zagging across the store, knocking over everything which made it harder for me to catch him, "Doyoon!"

I jumped over the boxes and the cat had dropped the chip bag and was heading towards the entrance.

"You are dead, you hear me? Dead!" I yelled and nearly ran into a customer.

Fuck Doyoon, he really didn't care about anything besides Erin.

The cat was running down the street, towards a market and I picked up my speed, I wasn't gonna let him get away, I wasn't gonna give up.

Oh great, a festival!

There were many people celebrating on the street. They were dancing and laughing and singing.

It felt like the cat had picked the worst route on purpose, just for me to give up.

I bumped into a man as I was following the stupid animal. He dropped his boxes and started cursing at me.

I apologized and quickly helped him pick them up.

Then I looked around and realized I'd completely lost him.

He could've ran to the station or even up the hill.

I scanned the place and then sat on a bench, next to a hot dog booth.

I put my head in my hands and started laughing. This whole thing was just so ridiculous!

I was chasing a stray cat! And for what?

A bag of chips? It was just a cat, not a person.

I probably looked like a maniac laughing hysterically, but I didn't care.

At this point, I didn't care anymore.

I shook my head and started walking back to work, which was two blocks away.

I had run two blocks- what a workout.

Doyoon was probably still on his phone.

The things were probably still on the ground.

The store had maybe looked like someone had robbed us.

I was probably the one to clean it up.

I wanted to check the time but had forgotten my phone.

I checked my apron's pocket just in case but it wasn't there.

All of a sudden I was knocked out and everything turned black.

"Hwan, over here!" I heard my sister call me but it wasn't my sister, it was a small girl.

"Coming!" I shouted back and ran towards the girl and a woman, who looked like my mother.

When I reached them I had realized it was indeed my sister and my mother.

But my mother was dead. She died 10 years ago.

They were both smiling at me and the woman had her hand out.

"Let's go, dear," the woman said, "your father is waiting."

I was scared to move.

"Who are you?" I asked, nearly tearing up.

"C'mon, let's go," the woman wanted to take my hand but I pulled it back.

"I asked, who are you?"

"Hwan, dad's waiting in the car," the girl pulled me.

Why was I taller than her? And why did the woman look like she was sick?

"How was school?" she asked.

"School? I graduated last year!" I stopped, "where are you taking me?"

"Did you talk to your teacher about your idea?" she continued, "I really hope she likes it!"

Then I realized what was going on.

It wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare.

It was just the day before my mother was taken to the hospital.

The day before the doctors actually diagnosed her with lung cancer.

What was my mother doing, pushing herself to come and pick me up?

She could've stayed at home or had dad drive her to the hospital.

Only now I'd noticed how weak she looked.

"I'll help, c'mon," I felt someone lifting me and it was my dad.

My old dad threw me over his shoulder and was carrying me like I was nothing.

My mother, my sister were walking behind us.

I had no idea where we were going.

"He's light as a feather, for a tall fae," my dad spoke in English.

"He's not a faerie, you know," my sister replied, "he's a human!"

My parents started laughing.

"A human? And I'm the queen!" my mother, who was now wearing a tavern worker's dress, had replied.

"What's he really? Is he a wolf?" my dad asked.

"No, he's not a wolf either," my sister looked down. She seemed sad for some reason.

"He's a maple tree sprite!" she then put her hands on her hips and stuck out her tongue.

"Oh, really, a sprite?" my dad sarcastically replied, "I heard they can get drunk quite easily. Where did you find him?"

"He's a friend of my brother," my sister quickly replied.

"What… the…hell," I slowly opened my eyes, just to see a boy with cat ears staring at me.

I slowly blinked, still wondering if I was dreaming or not.

"You're awake!" the boy lit up with joy, "I'm sorry for knocking you out. I didn't mean it," he spoke in English.

I squinted and then noticed who was driving the carriage with two white horses.

It was a small woman with pointy ears and a tavern worker's dress.

Her blonde hair was in two braids and she had light blue eyes.

I scoffed. "What kind of fucked up dream is this?"

"Oh, I haven't noticed this language before! Are you far from here, lad?" the woman asked.

"Lad?" I switched to English as well, "who are you calling a lad?

"You, of course, silly!" the boy nudged me, "I wanted to take you home but accidentally hit your head while helping you out of the bar."

"Bar?" I still wasn't following.

"Oh, poor boy. You have to be careful next time, Alex," the woman said and made a left turn on the street.

The buildings looked like the ones next to our home but had a medieval touch to them.

I slapped myself, hoping I'd wake up from this weird dream.

"Hey, have an apple!" Alex gave me a green one, "these are really good."

"I'm good, thanks," I pushed his hand away, "where are you taking me?"

"Home," Alex smiled. But he also seemed to feel guilty about something.

Just like my sister before when she was walking behind me.

There was something so similar between these two, but I couldn't figure it out yet.

"We're almost there," said the woman, "make sure to make him soup for the headache."

"I will," Alex looked away, "thank you so much."

I pinched my arm and still nothing. I tried to think of other ways to wake up. Like maybe having someone else to knock me out just like before.

And was Alex the one who tackled me?

Or was it someone else?

The carriage stopped in front of a brown, mansion-like house made out of bricks.

There was no way I was going there.

"Let me help your friend," the woman hopped off and turned to me.

"I can help myself," I got off the carriage and wiped the dust off my pants.

"Again, thank you so much!" Alex said to the woman and waved.

"No problem, kiddo," she waved back and took off.

I was eyeing him and he took a step back.

"I-I can explain!" he hid his face behind his brown tail, "i-if you let me!"

"I'm waiting," I tried not to start yelling at him and crossed my arms instead.

"Well, you're in Aveldon," Alex mumbled.

"Ave what?" I frowned, "speak up, I can't hear you."

"Aveldon! It's… it's a kingdom in Richelworth," Alex was trying to keep eye contact, "and it's ruled by Queen Herbivia, she's a demon and-"

"You have got to be shitting me," I interrupted because I've had enough,"look, whatever prank you're playing, please stop. I'm tired and I wanna go home."

"Alex? Alex, is that you?" a woman came running towards us. She had the same cat ears and tail, brown hair and was wearing a blue dress with a white apron.

She hugged him tightly. "Oh, what trouble have you gotten into now?"

"Mom, I'm fine!" Alex tried to push himself away but she was squeezing him.

"I've brought the True Dragon slayer here, look!" he gestured to me, "I know it's him!"

"Oh, stop it already!" she spoke in a language I've never heard before, "you know it's a tall tale!"

It sounded like English but not quite.

The woman eyed me up and down.

"He does look a lot like Adam,but I'm sure he's just as confused as you are."

"I can understand you," I said to my surprise, "wait, how can I understand you?"

The woman gasped.

"Alexander!" she took off running towards the house, "Alexander!"

"You can understand it because it's your true language,"Alex's eyes lit up, again, "you are home! This is your true home!" he clapped.

My head started pounding and I looked around, not listening to his babbling.

I saw an old green car which looked like it was from the 1920s, but that wasn't enough.

I needed to find a taxi or a bus or even a train- anything that could've taken me home.

Then, a brown horse caught my eye.

It can't be that hard to ride a horse, right?

Right? Now's the only time to learn.

I ran to the horse as fast as I could, hoping I was much faster than some weird cat boy.

"Wait!" Alex shouted after me but I didn't look back.

"Please, wait!"

"Fuck you!" I shouted and almost reached the horse.

Suddenly, I heard a deafening screech above me and looked up in confusion.

It was a black dragon with blood red eyes.

Then, I felt blood dripping from my nose and before I knew it, everything went black.

Again.

I woke up in a strange room which looked like a hospital but I wasn't sure anymore.

But like a medieval type of hospital room, as I've seen in movies.

The drapes were white, the windows were tall, the walls were brown and the bedsheets were gray.

There was a water glass next to me and my apron was on the brown chair.

I was surprised I still had my own clothes.

When I reached for the glass, my ears started ringing and I covered them.

I tried to take deep breaths but the ringing got worse.

"Young master?" I heard someone say.

The ringing stopped.

"Are you feeling better?" I saw a girl in front of me, holding a wet towel, "I'll put this on your forehead now."

She had one of those old hospital worker's uniforms and a white headpiece to cover her orange hair, but still, I did notice her pointy ears.

Did everyone here have pointy ears?

I pushed her hand away and she flinched.

"Sorry," I threw the blanket off me, "I think I have to go now."

"A-are you sure?" her eyes widened, "you have to rest!"

I stood up and she took a step back.

"I'm feeling better," I replied and headed for the wooden door, "goodbye."

The door closed on its own.

There was a dark, long hallway in front of me.

There were torches and old paintings.

The first painting that caught my attention was a woman with long curly blue hair and a violet, crystal crown. And dark blue horns.

I was starting to think that maybe I traveled back to the 12th century. At this point, anything was possible.

But then again, the horns were so out of place.

I recalled all the fantasy games I've played and guessed she might have been a demon.

Or a goat.

Or a goat-demon? Satan?

No, that was too obvious.

Maybe I was in a coma?

But Alex said he knocked me out, so what was really happening?

I saw two guards, both dressed in red uniforms, walking towards me and I turned around to look at a painting of a man with long dark blue hair.

He had a crown as well but no horns. He didn't have anything unusual, at all.

I waited for the guards to pass and then ran for the door.

The first thing that I noticed was a tall brick building with a white car in front of it.

The car looked like it could've been from the 50s.

"Great," I said out loud. I still must be dreaming.

I looked around and saw several old English style buildings, most of these could've been straight out of a movie.

Where the hell was I? England?

I tried to read the signs but they were all in this weird language which for some reason I could understand.

The first English sign I saw was "Town Hall 1km".

Wasn't the brick building a town hall? It sure looked like it.

But where was the train station? Or bus station? Did they even have buses here?

My ears started ringing again and I covered them, trying to stay calm.

The next thing I saw was a half eagle half lion heading towards me, making the loudest noise I've heard in my life.

I was ready to shit my pants at this point, but I wasn't going to do that.

Then I noticed an open market and ran towards the selling booths, only to climb under an empty table and pray for my life.

I really hoped that the beast couldn't reach its claws at me.

And I really hoped that it belonged to someone like a pet and they would come after them.

The beast screeched and hissed, trying to reach me like I was its last meal.

Was I ready to become bird food? Is this how my life was going to end?

It hissed again and nearly caught me but I pushed myself up against the wall, holding back tears.

"Hey, buddy," I spoke softly, hoping it would understand me, "I'm not going to hurt you. You have to trust me, okay?"

The beast huffed and continued.

"Look, I'm your friend," I smiled.

He didn't like that and let out a loud shriek again.

"Listen, you dumb bird, I am literally not gonna do shit, because I am very scared of you, so please, leave me alone," I had lost my patience.

His brown eyes turned darker and he took a few steps back.

Then, he ran straight into the table and pushed it off me.

Yup, I was gonna die.

"Pippin!" I heard a woman shout.

"Pippin!"

The eagle-lion turned around and ran to a brunette woman, dressed in the same red uniform as the guards earlier.

"Pippin, leave him!" She was stern.

Pippin followed the woman and I closed my eyes, trying to pinch myself awake again.

I wondered if anyone had gone looking for me.

Probably my sister but then again, she didn't care enough.

And my dad, he couldn't walk very far because of his legs.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" a soft voice spoke.

I opened my eyes and saw a blonde girl with blueish scales on her neck. What the hell was she?

"Y-your eyes! They are yellow!" she gasped and wanted to say something but a boy similar to her, pulled her away.

"What?" I frowned and crawled out under the table.

I looked around and noticed a shop.

It seemed like a jewelry shop and headed straight for it.

"Hello, welcome to-" the man paused, "you-"

"Uh, yeah, hello. I'd like to see a mirror," I looked around.

There were many different crystals, jewelry. These people really loved their jewelry.

"A mirror? What kind? The all-seeing, past tales?" the man coughed, "fortune mirror?"

"Uh, a regular one? I just need to check something."

The man had crystal blue eyes and a few tattoos on his neck. His red hair was in a ponytail and he was wearing a black vest, a white shirt and black pants.

"I'm sorry, but are you Adam?" the man asked and handed me a mirror with a silver frame, "you just," he sniffled, "you look just like my old friend."

"I'm not. Sorry," I took the mirror and nearly dropped it after I saw my eyes.

They were yellow.

"Are you sure?" He was holding back tears.

"Yup," I gave him the mirror, "thank you."

I left the shop.

Why the hell were my eyes yellow?

There seemed to be a festival here too. Was everyone celebrating?

Colorful ribbons and confetti was everywhere. I saw many people drinking and dancing.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" a girl apologized as she bumped into me.

She had pointy ears and violet hair with a lily in it. And a long white dress.

"It's nothing," I tried to smile, not to freak out about my new eye color.

"Here, have this," she put the lily in my hair, "you're gonna need it more than me," and ran to her friends who were in the same dress as her.

I looked at the flower. It was much smaller than the lilies I've seen.

It had a blue glow and a greenish undertone.

Suddenly, three girls ran towards me and one of them put a blue flower crown on my head.

It was made of the same lilies.

They were singing a song in that weird language.

I clapped with them, playing along.

As they closed their eyes to sing their hearts out I threw the crown on the ground and ran away from them.

#story #dragon #adventure #quest #fantasy #author #writer #story on tumblr #original work #fiction #drama #hwan #alex #gwenith #sword #young adult #book #chapter 1 #thetruedragonslayer

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loosesodamarble · 8 months

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Made By Hand, Made With Love

Summary: Josele makes clothes as a gift for a very special little someone. Genre: general, humorous Word count: ~1100 A/N: Ida Faust is @marune2's oc.

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Josele held her breath as she finished the last of the stitches on her latest project. She wanted it to come out as the best thing it could possibly be.

Soft cotton fabric. Little, pink ruffles. A pure white petticoat. A charming, sailor collar. A giant bow around the stomach, perfect for the gift of a person who'd wear the dress. And a matching headband to top it all off.

“And done!” Josele exclaimed in delight. She stepped away from the mannequin wearing her finished work. Seeing it in full, Josele let out a squeal. “Yes!”

Gwenith walked up behind Josele and let out a giggle.

“How adorable,” Gwenith remarked as she poked and prodded at the dress. “But... This is the third baby's dress you've made.” She gave her daughter a side-eye. “You're a little young to be thinking of children, young lady.”

“M-mom!” Josele squawked and was beet red in seconds. “I'm not gonna have—!

“Well, so long as it's with those Faust boys, at least you'll be provided for,” Gwenith went on with a hand touching her cheek, ignoring Josele's frantic gesturing.

“Mooooom! I-I'm not dating Nacht or Morgen!” Josele yelped. “I like them but—! I don't even know if they—!” She covered her face and threw her head back. “It's for Ida, Mom!”

“Yes, yes.” Gwenith laughed and patted Josele on the head. “I'm just teasing, sweetie.” Gwenith pushed Josele's head to an upright position then waited for her daughter to look her in the eyes. Josele's bright blush combined with a pouting expression made her look like she was three instead of thirteen. “Sorry about that. I just... You're so obvious with those boys.”

“I can't help it! They're just so—!” Josele covered her face again and let out a sound between a screech and squeal. Then, she shook her head. “E-enough about Momo and Nachty though! I've gotta deliver this dress to Ida!” She hurriedly, but still carefully, removed the dress form the dummy before running to get a box to carry it in.

Gwenith watched her daughter with a smile. It warmed Gwenith's heart to see Josele wear her own on her sleeve, no fear or hesitation. She hoped her feelings, those sweet and sublime depths of love, would reach the Faust boys eventually. But for the time being, Gwenith would watch her daughter's friendship with the Faust children grow.

.....

“Ta-da!” Josele spun around with Ida, dolled up in her new dress, perched in her arms. “One adorable baby sister in an adorable dress!”

Morgen clasped his hands together and he let out a high-pitched “aaawww!” His smile, completely endeared by Ida, was blinding. Nacht, meanwhile, slapped a hand over his mouth to hold in his laughter.

“What's with that look?” Josele asked with a tilt of her head. “Does the dress not look good?” She lifted Ida higher and looked her over.

Ida smiled and flapped her arms a little, seeming to enjoy the feeling of being carried. Her piercing blue eyes stood out against the soft shades of pink she'd been wrapped in. It looked okay to Josele…

“No,” Nacht managed to say. “It's just… Pfffffftt! Pink is not Ida's color!”

“Nonsense! I think Ida looks wonderful! Like the camellias in the garden,” Morgen said, causing Nacht to burst out in hysterics.

“Oh please! A flower?” Nacht roared. His laughter seemed to infect Ida as she began to giggle and babble along with him. “See? Even Ida agrees!” He stepped forward and poked Ida’s face. “You’re not a delicate little flower, are you, Ida? Nuh-uh. You’re a fierce little gremlin!”

Ida squirmed and gurgled a bit before she managed to plop her hand over Nacht’s eye, making him yelp and pull back. Morgen and Josele, despite wincing at Nacht’s plight, still found themselves laughing.

“I think she’s actually disagreeing with you,” commented Morgen. He then stepped forward and let Ida grab his index finger. “She knows she’s our cute, angelic baby sister.” He pressed a kiss to Ida’s forehead before moving his gaze to Josele. “Thank you, Josie. You really didn’t have to do this though.” His eyes were soft, sympathetic to her.

“But I wanted to!”

“But doesn’t it cost you?” Nacht asked, stepping closer so the three teens were in a circle. “Couldn’t you be making money off something like this?”

Josele shrugged. “It’s a gift. I don’t care about the cost. Besides…” She passed along Ida so Morgen could carry her. “The sight of your sister looking as cute as she does now… Can you really put a price on that?”

Nacht and Morgen looked down at Ida who sat happily in her brother’s arms, cooing and babbling without a care in the world. The brothers let the sight sink in and they smiled.

“Priceless indeed,” whispered Morgen.

Nacht nodded and once again poked Ida’s cheek.

…..

Ida finished the last sip of her coffee while reading the morning paper. The news wasn’t all that enticing. Just the same, recycled stories.

“Ida~!” Josele sing-songed from the entrance to Ida’s room. The woman leaned her head into the open door frame. “I have something exciting to show you!”

“A dead body?” Ida asked with a cheeky grin.

“… Not as exciting as that…” Josele walked in and that’s when Ida noticed her holding something behind her back. “I found something while cleaning up around the house.”

That’s when Josele showed it.

The rosy pink dress with the ruffles and petticoat and giant bow around the stomach. It was unbearably cute. And so very different from who Ida was.

Quietly, Ida set down her newspaper and mug.

“Isn’t it amazing that it’s still intact?” Josele asked while admiring her old work. “I might need to touch it up a bit…”

“That won’t be necessary, Josy,” Ida uttered while rising from her seat. “We can get rid of it.”

“Are you crazy?” Josele yelped and hugged the dress to her body. “I made this myself! Not only that, but if I have a daughter, then she could wear it!” A giggle left Josele’s lips at the thought. “Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

“Mm, no. I’d rather forget that dress ever existed.” Ida walked over to Josele and reached for the dress. “C’mon, lemme toss it.”

“No way, Ida! We’re keeping it!”

“What the hell, Josy? Wasn’t it a gift to me? So don’t I decide what happens to it?” Ida asked, her ire beginning to grow.

“Then you can gift it back to me and my future daughters,” Josele argued as she held the dress behind her.

“That’s not how it fucking works!”

“Yes it is!”

Ida lunged for Josele and the older woman pivoted away then booked it out of the room.

“I won’t let you ruin it, Ida!”

“Josy! I don’t want that thing embarrassing me anymore!”

#black clover #black clover fanfic #nacht faust #morgen faust #black clover oc #josele canty #soda's ocs #ida faust #marune's oc #something sweet and a little silly between josele and ida #and just a little bit of mama gwenith teasing her daughter's crush on the twins #in the present day. for the first time josele fear that ida might kill her/j #ida doesn't want to remember the days before she could dress herself in her black goth style/lh

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sonlisasims7 · 12 days

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Generation 1 Week 6 Part 4

(A glimpse into the daily lives of Foxbrook residents...)

Yana adopted a little kitten named Eafs!

And little Amalie is now a toddler! (Which means she's old enough for her mom to bring her to the club)

Netta missed Porir so much she practically ambushed him when she saw him at the library. He wasn't as enthused to see her though.

Oydis and Kirke have remained close gal pals to this day.

Adoniram keeps trying to hang out with Filip but this is what happens every time he tries to visit.

Narcissus has gained a new fan in the form of Georg.

Gulnara and Aeneas were getting close with each other at the park. However, Ayaz spotted them and proceeded to collect some evidence...

As Ayaz was leaving the park he spotted Filip and proceeded to critique his appearance.

"What are those?"

Meanwhile, Aeneas and Gulnara continued making flirty jokes at each other until they were interrupted yet AGAIN by Georg who stopped by to invite his bro to the movies.

Gulnara was got tired of the constant interruptions and left to go to work.

Nazli found out she was pregnant! She was surprised to learn that she wasn't as nervous about it as she thought she'd be. She waited for her husband to come home to tell him the good news.

Meanwhile, her husband...

Looks like Oydis is having some trouble with cash.

Gwenith was dancing with a random NPC at the club when Hilding walked in.

*record scratch*

"Umm, do you want to, maybe, dance together?"

Aeneas caught sight of Nadia taking a picture of him and suddenly lashed out at her (for seemingly no reason).

Malati visited Tambudzai and brought little Amalie with her.

#simblr #sims #sims 3 #the sims gameplay

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sanguineverefae · 11 months

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Hey ^^ If you feel like answering, how about 3 and 14 for Gwen, 2 and 19 for Lily from the OC asks? No pressure, though <3

Oh you beat me to it!! I was going to ask you some but I ran out of time last night. @serenpedac Thank you for the ask, you're the best and here are my answers:

Gwenith Langford - 3 and 14

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

Kindness and compassion aren’t always the virtues they are toted to be.

Going out of your way to avoid causing pain can lead to greater suffering down the line, yet Gwen has never learned to confront, to be the one that delivers pain in the short term to avoid a festering wound.

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

She wants to be seen as calm and rational, someone who is level-headed and makes practical choices, but she is led by her emotions far more than she realises or is willing to admit, even to herself. She doesn’t react well if this is pointed out to her or made fun of.

Lily's answers under the cut

Lilith Green - 2 and 19

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

That she’s tough. Not so much physically, because you could knock her over with a feather.

But being neurodivergent has given her a mental fortitude that can process debilitating emotions a lot quicker than might be expected.

It’s both a strength and a weakness as she sometimes gets overwhelmed by sensations that would not phase others.

How does your OC behave when enraged?

This is something that she greatly fears, because she loses all control, all semblance of rationality completely gone.There’s no room for thought, only the primal urge to destroy, which usually results in damaging herself, more than others.

Thanks for these, it was really fun to think about!

Please tag me if you plan on answering some of these yourself.

#twc detective #oc asks #twc

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444names · 2 years

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american, german and french forenames + elf names suggested by fantasynamegenerators.com

Adona Agnèse Aimon Alarmalo Aleina Aliva Allajyr Altopeigh Alwis Alémen Amaroberna Amehael Amohnne Amona Andena Androber Anichrina Ankargeon Annieber Anniste Anory Antas Aphel Arete Aricia Arlorette Aulricata Aulris Aumar Aurettle Auroby Aurée Barloran Becey Benicher Berikt Bermine Bernda Bernorger Bethernd Bevin Bienzo Bilyn Blexave Boberola Bobilhedy Bodine Borebenzo Brance Bredralde Brick Brien Brius Bromard Brubete Brudy Bruth Calene Carrilesta Carris Celen Chanmis Chard Chellaulee Chollarlyd Chowayl Chria Chriano Chric Chryne Ciece Claerry Cléroleor Colgen Colia Corennely Corennie Corried Crine Céangoth Céathy Cédérise Célicola Célène Daggina Dalil Dalla Dalvio Danica Darand Darichrine Daronne Datristine Daviana Dawnan Dawnans Debkelin Delen Dematra Dence Dilen Dithrig Doristeris Dusta Dwarzel Eaneven Ebbitanna Elaudier Elenee Elick Elivinnin Elmundy Elmuthil Elsig Emaltrie Emarylvia Emicharie Emmin Erookernda Errelia Erriustin Ertia Ertrud Eryle Eughie Everosey Evethéra Fabelmut Faenzo Faeristie Faerry Farlei Felisabry Ferma Fermelin Filhernel Florius Floïc Frakim Frami Framitz Frarc Frard Fraud Frayto Freinhard Galougord Gancechia Garice Garlas Geinzabla Gence Geonie Gerreann Getxis Gillaukene Gillice Gilorarick Ginès Glauremmys Glentoy Gotterry Gottlis Gradar Greitz Grégina Guelina Guney Gunichri Gunorge Gwenith Gwené Gwess Gélikt Güntherne Güntin Halvie Harrino Hedie Heiley Heina Heita Helia Helich Helie Heliettya Heliston Hella Henne Henzanne Heral Herisya Hermary Hernez Hilvaine Holfres Howayle Huandy Hugotte Huguad Imona Inevelsen Irkonne Irèseryl Isaro Ithan Ithyleon Jamestis Jamin Jandiamut Jeania Jeanicela Jeann Jeathéo Jeatria Jefina Jefineven Jennitt Jimen Jimon Joand Joandrant Joandsade Joankard Joanth Johnn Johnne Jorry Josantz Joseanna Joshar Josido Joydi Judoreenra Judwalberc Julenjanie Jupegiolf Jusie Juttorette Jürgine Karce Kargay Katardama Katheanny Katheirk Kathen Katiene Katja Katrad Katrie Katte Keancat Keangrene Kehian Kenraven Kerthéliam Kiany Klaelval Krilorique Kriona Kriste Kurangrene Landavirk Latrana Leverto Lexanas Lietellew Listien Lodon Lonarl Londie Lonjannes Loradritas Loram Lorine Lorrene Loémi Lucelynel Luciethy Lucilber Ludored Lukerry Luper Luppeine Lydixim Lyneen Lyssan Léaty Maeria Magne Magnès Magnèse Mainesty Mainike Malivalois Manmamern Mardt Margar Margin Maricel Mariergel Marise Marlexavin Marlhene Marndy Marolf Marosill Marreddine Marreineva Marris Marstine Marvine Maxelyne Maxid Maxison Mellrona Micha Micis Milis Mille Minve Mircia Mordalk Morie Myron Narren Nathena Navalbeth Nessallie Nicolf Nievere Nifforid Nikathy Noryl Notte Ochel Océdéra Olarve Oleone Olfren Oloya Opharl Oramon Orgine Oristhel Osiell Ostel Ostéphirgo Ottfina Ottlielory Pamilyd Pathe Patjace Paudor Paulaud Peandes Phaer Phico Phillen Piete Quesl Racollaus Racynn Rafann Ralacila Ramenelia Ranny Raussar Regin Rekke Releenny Renro Rhanie Rickaymona Riechrindy Riettind Rinda Robilio Rogeright Rolivinne Ronise Rosey Rotharry Royce Royde Rubeanne Rucia Rudelvic Runor Ryolf Rélio Rélène Sabela Sabenan Salvaett Sammenne Saron Saverenck Seann Sevid Shedi Sheilleor Shelle Sonaty Sonnemaray Soped Sopharcie Sterephim Sterieve Sterrys Stina Sustin Svely Svendrese Syaruby Sylene Sébas Talie Telionice Terestere Terrebent Tevicey Therig Tifforis Tinaurenne Tonda Ulabrunoé Umeline Urédéra Venia Viettieves Visten Weryn Wessard Wilhenrana Wilher Wille Winalwinna Winethein Wysse Yllie Élivirel Érole Érollyne

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fkyumerica · 8 months

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watch me i'm a singer

how do I be a comedian? comedian? comedian? comedian?

are you. LOVE?

twice at kohls. by. gwenith?

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brandonwayneb · 1 year

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say theirs a new mylee cyruss in the division, lol, in the cell kitchin, mass murder usa

sarcasm map sights

grimlock

grim sights

gwenith pow trio

mightily lee psy russ

#allah #god #war #news #public #cern #psy #esp

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starsallalight · 1 year

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By the time Arianllyn was 20, times on the farm had gotten so hard that she and her father were talking about sending her to Commot Gwenith to live and work with her grandmother. However, Adaon, who was a dear friend to the father and daughter by then, came and offered her a home in Caer Dathyl. High King Math and Prince Gwydion had both given their permission, if it was what they wanted.

Arianllyn was hesitant, but in the end, they both agreed. And she returned to the north with Adaon.

#➳ 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠 & 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 ➳ ; 𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑙𝑙𝑦𝑛 ; ❨headcanons❩

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haanahaki · 5 months

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Astrid

She/He • 20 • 6’1” • Ursha

Species: Elf

Occupation: Daughter of the Captain of the Guards

Sexuality: Polyamorous Bisexual

Gender: Cisgender Female

Astrid was born to a family in Ursha, with her father being the Captain of the Ursha guards. Astrid was trained from a young age how to use weapons and defend herself, and this came with high expectations from her father to follow in her footsteps.

Astrid was more than happy to follow her fathers lead, and took pride when she was tasked with training the royal children as well as some of the other youth in Ursha.

Astrid became the older sister to Belrene after she was taken in. Astrid can at times struggle with showing affection, and this came out in her desire to make Belrene be knowledgeable in the same skills she had. It instead distanced the two, as Belrene found she was never meeting Astrid’s expectations.

Astrid actually can’t stand the royal children, despite her undying loyalty towards the Queen. She isn’t afraid to voice her disdain towards them and also openly criticize the Queen for certain choices she makes regarding them.

Astrid is in a relationship with Gwenith and Deirdre. Despite how unlikely it seemed to almost anyone that those three would get along and go as far as loving each other unconditionally. Astrid is extremely realistic towards every situation they encounter, while Gwenith is an optimist about almost everything and is always cheering her loves up. Deirdre is a pessimist about nearly everything, which she struggles with. The girls lighten each other up while also supporting one another and making sure they don’t get too wrapped up in a fantastical daydream.

Astrid’s elf mark, is a silver crescent just on top of her eye. Over time, this mark slowly grows more into a solid silver. As it solidifies, she loses more vision out of her eye

Astrid often feels inferior to Belrene’s blood sister as she talks about her constantly

Astrid is usually covered in paint and flowers due to her loves

#darkness rises #Astrid #character info #Kingdom of Ursha

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panwalescymru · 2 years

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“Bore da…how can I help you?” Gwenith Price o swyddfa Comisiynydd y Gymraeg sy’n atgoffa cyrff cyhoeddus bod yn rhaid i’r sawl sy’n ateb y ffôn gynnal sgwrs, nid ond cyfarch yn Gymraeg, er mwyn cynnal yr #iaith. Lip service to #Welsh in the #publicsector is not enough any more 👏 #ELEN2022 (at Mecure Hotel) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkTZ0F7I0zu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#iaith #welsh #publicsector #elen2022

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loosesodamarble · 2 years

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Legacy of a Witch

Summary: The story of Josele's original witch ancestor and how it came to affect Josele's life.

Gerne: general, angst

Word count: ~1200

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There are a great number of emotions in the world. Many of them overlap one another. And yet there are still so many things to feel, to experience, from the depths of the heart.

The Witch Queen created a daughter by the name of Cordelia. Her magic attribute was that of Emotion. The Witch Queen believed that there would be one feeling that would be strong enough to change fate. Unfortunately for the Witch Queen, Cordelia escaped the Forest of Witches to live amongst the humans before that spell could manifest in her grimoire.

Amongst humans, Cordelia became an oddity for her attribute that created many elements. Many were in awe of her and her magic. Some were curious enough to travel in order to see her magic in use. With her magic, Cordelia managed to help those she met, either connecting troubled hearts or commanding the elements to fight for the sake of others.

Not only was Cordelia known for her magic and gentle spirit but her beauty as well. She became sought after by nobles, each hoping to bring such a peculiar but powerful magic into their bloodlines. The finest of treasures were set before her by many a noble. Others lauded the strength of their magic in hopes to impress her. And still, some individuals boasted their family's grand lineage. However, Cordelia saw right through every man's attempt to have her without even knowing her.

In the end, it was a humble bard by the name of Orion whose music and humble kindness made Cordelia’s heart stir. It was a common man who earned her hand in marriage. From that day onward, Cordelia lived peacefully with Orion, even having a family of their own. Not once did she think of the fate initially meant for her by her mother.

However, she would eventually return to that fate.

One night, Orion was attacked on the streets by people seeking revenge against him. Some were Cordelia’s former suitors, others were angered when their lovers became enamored by Orion’s performances, and one was a rival whose jealousy over Orion’s melodies and verses had reached a breaking point. In the attack, Orion’s throat was crushed so he could no longer sing and one hand was broken so he could not play music either. Healers were brought to him but by the time they were found, it was too late.

Cordelia cried for her beloved Orion. Though he lived, the skills he had fostered and the passion he held had been stolen from him. Orion tried to move on, to live with the smile that charmed Cordelia so, but she could feel the sorrow he hid within his heart.

Cordelia wanted for Orion to be made whole again. To be able to pursue his dreams again. But what could she do? Nothing. Nothing except sorrow for his loss. Regret that she hadn't protected him before and can't help him now. The wish that she could do more.

As tears fell from her eyes, Cordelia’s grimoire came to life, a new spell appearing on a new page.

Written in her grimoire were the words: Emotion Magic: Desperate Wish.

Cordelia attempted to cast right then and there, wishing for Orion to be healed. As soon as it was cast, she ran to him only to see that his injuries remained. She was confused for a moment.

But then, she felt compelled to move outside. Her eyes were drawn to the night sky where she witnessed a shooting star descend from the heavens and down to the palms of her hands. This was the manifestation of her spell, her wish. Cordelia brought the shining mote to Orion and as soon as he touched it, it became one with him. His voice and his hand were restored, as if they'd never been damaged before.

All was made right.

That happiness did not last however.

In the coming days, Cordelia would find her throat feeling hoarse. She thought it simply to be allergies that would pass. But when she began to cough more frequently, she determined that it must be a cold. It bothered her a little that she'd been ailing for a while but she accepted that she would need rest. All the bedrest and herbal tea she took did nothing though.

Cordelia also noticed a growing pain in her hand. For seemingly no reason, it would cramp and ache at times. Perhaps she bumped her hand too hard against something and she'd forgotten? The pain came and went without ever going away.

More time passed. Cordelia’s cough grew worse and she struggled to speak. Her hand began to hurt more and she had trouble gripping with it at times. Orion and their children grew concerned for her. Cordelia went to healers to see what was wrong but they could not find anything that could be the source of her symptoms.

Then, one day, Cordelia lost her voice entirely. And when she looked at her pained hand, her fingers bent in an abnormal way.

That's when it struck her. Her wish to heal her husband had been granted but she had paid the price with her own health.

Desperation must come with sacrifice, she learned.

And from that day onward, she vowed that neither she nor any child who inherited her magic would grant another wish.

However, throughout the generations of Cordelia’s descendants, many would wield that same spell. The power to grant wishes at a price. Time and time again, even with the warning provided by Cordelia’s example, her descendants would determine that they were willing to pay the sacrifice. Tragedy followed each and every casting of Desperate Wish.

It continued, even until Gwenith Canty. What was it that made her fall ill in the first place? Even the most practiced doctors could not name the source of her ailment. They could only say that her body was failing her.

Here is the truth.

One day, Gwenith’s daughter Josele and her two friends, Nacht and Morgen, went out on an expedition. They had heard rumors of a dungeon not too far from their town that intrigued them. And the rumors turned out to be true. So, before any Magic Knights could come to investigate it, the three entered on their own.

"A peek," Nacht said as he dragged his friend and brother behind him.

"We'll run at the first sign of danger," Josele added.

"Just don't touch anything," Morgen insisted.

They didn't go looking for danger, they only wanted to settle their curiosity. But when the three emerged from the dungeon, Nacht was coughing blood, Josele was half-conscious and barely able to carry her own weight, and Morgen was burned by ancient magic. Each had been cursed by protective measures in the dungeon.

Vincent and Adela Faust, even with their wealth and connections, could not find a cure for their sons. Thomas and Gwenith could do less for their daughter. Death was the fate of the three children if nothing could be done. But something had to be done.

Gwenith looked upon Josele. Her only child who was so strong, in body and heart. She could not lose this child. And she thought of the boys who brought joy to her daughter's life. They too had to live. All three had so much ahead of them.

And so, on a cloudless night, Gwenith ventured out and desperately prayed to the heavens. Spare the children of the pain and their memories of the incident.

Three stars fell from the sky that night.

#black clover #black clover fanfic #black clover oc #josele canty #soda's ocs #nacht faust #morgen faust #i finally give some detail about josele's witch ancestry #and explain gwenith's death #yay fun times today #i had actually been sitting on the 'desperate wish' idea for about a month now #and completed it spur of the moment when i stumbled on the draft i left

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