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altairtalisman · 3 years

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Dorothy Seymour's Bio

Did I just create a second Sixtended Verse OC that I will barely create any content for? Absolutely yes, but I really had to get this damn idea out of my head. It's been living in my head for months now...

Name: Dorothy Seymour, prefers to go by Roth. She was previously known as Dorothea Sailsmoore, but legally got her name changed to her current name.

Personality: Impatient and short-tempered, it's a miracle that she hasn't gotten herself fired from the theatre just yet. Constantly yells at the queens for not staying still enough when doing their makeup and hair.

When it comes to conflicts, she will stand up for her opinions though she is willing to consider others. Expect her to give a passionate defence in response though, because she won't go down easily.

She's willing to commit most crimes, with anything fatal (for all parties involved) being out of the question. She does have a set of personal ethics, and won't harm people in need or children (unless said children are just pure assholes).

Dorothy's cynical when it comes to love, and doesn't believe in the concept of soulmates. Her recent breakup with her ex-girlfriend was pretty bad too, with her ex cheating on her as well as attempting to manipulate her into thinking that Dorothy was actually abusive. While she doesn't show it, she is left insecure that she's not really enough for others to stay.

Despite her general personality, she can be considerate of others and tries not to bother those in her social circle with serious matters. One example is her previously crushing on @inquisitive-mess's Ann Parr, Dorothy would never let her know that she once crushed on Ann in university, partially because she knows that Ann's straight and that knowledge would just burden her.

Likes/Dislikes on food: She really hates vegetables, but tolerates spinach after her doctor told her to eat some as she had symptoms of hypothyroidism. Dorothy loves seafood, and is trying to cut down on unhealthy cooking methods due to the Sailsmoore family's history of heart problems. She always gets an espresso when ordering coffee, and she prefers Pepsi over Coca-Cola. Don't tell her that Pepsi is inferior, she will physically fight anyone who tells her that.

Type of drunk: She's more honest and sentimental when drunk, but she can hold her liquor well plus she doesn't drink in public often...

Hobbies: Stargazing (she's well-versed in constellations), camping, taking long rides on her motorcycle, and boxing.

Clothes: Dorothy prefers clothes that she can easily breathe and move in, as being a makeup artist requires concentration. She prefers plain clothes that is black, grey, or have a cold colour scheme. She owns a few mandarin-collared shirts for smart casual events, and evening gowns for parties the Sailsmoores host or go to.

How she died: Not stated online, but based on Dorothy's last memory of her previous life, it was a natural death.

People she get along with: She gets along with Ann, mainly because the latter was on emergency call back when they were in university. Ann's introverted personality as well as her not asking why Dorothy's laptop is always broken helped to foster a genuine friendship between them. She also likes @redlover411's Hans Holbein as he doesn't say much and doesn't give her problems in general.

Dorothy tolerates Jane Parker, @djts-arts's Arthur Tudor and @pandora-dusk's Amalia of Cleves, with Parker because she doesn't try to purposely push her buttons and they have a common hobby, Arthur because he serves her coffee at the theatre cafe and hates Henry VIII, and Amalia because she's really likeable.

She does interact with @spooner7308's Elizabeth Barton and @ellielovesdrawing's George Boleyn, though it's more out of necessity as she needs to know how much light is shining on the queens so that she can adjust the amount of makeup appropriately.

She has seen @weirdbutdecentart's William Parr twice, once at Ann's graduation, and once at the hotel he worked at. She hasn't spoken to him at all, and given that he mirrored her usual expression, Dorothy assumes that he's not interested in interacting.

Dorothy knows that @vanessaseymour's Elizabeth Seymour exists, but hasn't really interacted with her sister. She does know that her sister is awkward at flirting, and really loves @lexartsstuff's Isabella Trastámara.

People she dislikes: Definitely Henry VIII, for everything he had done in his lifetime. She also dislikes @blackdiamondwrites127's Siblylle of Cleves, @thenicestnonbinary's Anya Askew and @the-fox-arts's Christina of Denmark not because of their personalities, but simply because as managers, they tend to throw her own schedule out of the window at the last minute. She does try to understand that they're dealing with whatever crisis is popping up without warning, nonetheless she still doesn't like them.

People she's afraid of: She dreads the idea of both her previous husbands reincarnating, not because she hated them in her past life, but because she doesn't want to deal with the fact that she would have to explain that she doesn't love either of them anymore and she currently views them as strangers.

Ship: She's currently not dating anyone, and is still hurt that she was cheated on. She doesn't have a label on her orientation, and when asked, she will always reply "I've dated guys, girls, and people who aren't either, and so far, I like girls the best. What does that make me, you ask? I don't know and I don't want to think so hard about that."

Reincarnated life: Dorothy was actually born as Dorothea Sailsmoore, but on 4 January, 10 year old Dorothea was involved in what was supposed to be fatal accident. As a result of this accident, she gained Dorothy's memories of her past life. Upon waking up in the hospital she was sent to, she learnt that the wounds she suffered were supposed to be fatal and as such, it was a miracle that she survived.

Dorothy was actually confused towards everything at first, for she didn't grasp any modern concepts and initially told the doctor as well as the Sailsmoores that she wasn't Dorothea. The doctor then hypothesised that she had amnesia as she didn't remember the identity of Dorothea, with her formally getting diagnosed with it after it was discovered that she doesn't remember anything about Dorothea's life.

This made Dorothy realise that instead of Dorothea surviving the accident, it was more likely that Dorothy and Dorothea swapped bodies despite the time gap. While she didn't place much belief in the supernatural even in her previous life, it was the likeliest explanation given that Dorothy Seymour's last memory was on 4 January, the same day the accident occurred.

Dorothy felt bad that she didn't remember anything about Dorothea and instead, had the memories of who she soon found out to be some barely known sister of the famous Jane Seymour. She did her best to play the role of a daughter to the Sailsmoores, who was rich and nearly spoilt her rotten. Dorothy was actually uncomfortable assuming the identity of Dorothea, but she wanted to be loved by a stable family, thus she put up with it.

Six years later, as a result of the Sailsmoores expanding their business, Dorothy's parents and her brother, Johnathan, were absent in her life. As she was afraid she would be forgotten like how she was in her previous life, she started skipping school and eventually turned to fighting street gangs at night. Dorothy realised that she actually liked fighting and continued to start fights with street gangs simply because she didn't like the way they looked or because they accidentally bumped into her when crossing paths.

She was soon addicted to fighting, and eventually landed herself in trouble when a few street gangs banded together and launched an ambush the moment she arrived at one of her usual haunts. Initially, Dorothy didn't view the ambush as a problem as she was confident in her street fighting skills, until she discovered that everyone brought weapons.

While Dorothy was about to escape from the gang members with wounds that weren't life-threatening, one of them had managed to stab her abdomen which left her bleeding in an alley. Assuming that she was dying, the gang members decided to leave out of fear of being caught. Johnathan, who had just left a party hosted by one of the companies the Sailsmoores were working with, noticed a figure bleeding out in the alley and approached her. When he realised that it was Dorothy who was dying, he immediately called for an ambulance which saved her life.

Warded at the hospital, the Sailsmoores came down to visit Dorothy as well as to give her a dressing down after finding out from the school that she hadn't been attending her lessons for a while. She decided to admit that she wanted the Sailsmoores to pay attention to her, and acted out in hopes of getting them to do so. Dorothy also admitted that fighting was much more addictive than she expected, which made her unable to stop.

Her family informed her that while her actions were wrong, they understood that their lack of presence resulted in her taking the wrong path. They then vowed to spend more time with her, with the latter confessing that they vowed to spend more time with Dorothea, not Dorothy.

"All of you have been nothing but good to me... which is why I'm sorry, but I'm not Dorothea Sailsmoore. I haven't been for six years now, and I know that I sound crazy, but your family member died in that accident. This is Dorothea Sailsmoore's body, but the one inhabiting it goes by Dorothy Seymour, Queen Jane Seymour's youngest sister. I'm sorry for pretending, and I understand if you wish to turn off my... whatever that machine is."

With these words, Dorothy expected the Sailsmoores to react badly, but instead, they told her that they needed time to process the information Dorothy had tried telling them after the accident. She nodded, resolving to stop participating in street fights as even though she was doing so as Dorothy, her body was still Dorothea's after all.

After getting discharged from the hospital, the Sailsmoores informed Dorothy that they still view her as part of the family. Her father added that she was free to change her name given that she was already of age, and that they won't love her any less. This touched Dorothy, and she immediately went to change her name.

A few months after changing her name, she decided to experiment with makeup to cover up her scars. While searching up how to do so, she realised that makeup was much deeper than it seemed and wanted to pursue a higher education in cosmetology. Her mother noticed her attempting to cover her scars with makeup, and commented that Dorothea wanted to be a makeup artist herself when she was nine.

"Is that so? Well then, all the more reason to study cosmetology. For her interests, as well as mine."

Dorothy's comment became her goal, and after graduating from university, she applied for a job at the theatre. She was accepted without an interview as Anya was desperate for a makeup artist back when the queens first went on stage. Dorothy was shocked to meet Jane Seymour, and was even more shocked to find out that there were many more figures from her era that were reincarnated.

Dorothy can be easily found at the theatre cafe, and on the theatre's rooftop at night.

#sixtended verse #six oc #Dorothy Seymour (Sixtended)#Anne Parr (Sixtended)#Hans Holbein (Sixtended)#Jane Parker (Sixtended)#Arthur Tudor (Sixtended)#Elizabeth Barton (Sixtended)#George Boleyn (Sixtended)#William Parr (Sixtended)#Elizabeth Seymour (Sixtended)#Isabella Trastámara (Sixtended)#Sibylle of Cleves (Sixtended)#Anya Askew (Sixtended)#Christina of Denmark (Sixtended)#Amalia of Cleves (Sixtended)#Altair draws

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redladydeath · 3 years

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So, here’s my long procrastinated-on contribution to the Sixtended universe: Margaret Beaufort, grandmother of Henry VIII and arguably the most important person to the founding of the Tudor dynasty.

Historically, Margaret’s life was absolutely wild. She was married four times, the first happening when she was seven, and gave birth to Henry VII at age 13. She lived through the Wars of the Roses, carefully navigating the ever-changing political scene, trying to ensure a safe and prosperous life for herself and her precious son and, when the opportunity presented itself, she became his most dedicated supporter in his bid to become king. After Henry VII’s ascension, she essentially became the most powerful woman in England, advising her son on political matters and, more often than not, overshadowing the actual queen. She loved her grandchildren, playing an active role in their lives, and lived to see Henry VIII be crowned king and wed Catherine of Aragon before she died at the age of 66.

In the modern era, Margaret is a high-powered investor and businesswoman who, in her spare time, takes a particular interest in funding media about the Tudor era. She’s very invested in having the story of her family told and making sure their accomplishments do not fade from the public memory. She was the first person to provide financial backing to Six and is currently serving as the band/show’s executive producer. She enjoys life in the 21st century as she is free to act on her own and her ambitious, driven, and involved personality is not seen as inherently unbecoming of a woman. She spends most of her time away from work with her grandchildren and can always be counted on to show up to events that are important to her extended family.

#she's not really a performer #but her queenspiration is carole king #redlady speaks #my art #six the musical #sixtended au #was gonna color her with my new watercolor markers #but while i was working on it something fell in my room and caused me to basically blot out her eye #so yeah #peyton's six posts #six oc hell

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yourdeepestfathoms · 3 years

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The Suicide Queen (part two)

[Ice Skater AU]

Part 1

The Sixtended characters that cameo in this chapter belong to: Mary Boleyn- @marygrey, Meg Tudor- @me-tizi, Jane Parker- @altairtalisman, Christina of Denmark- @the-queen-of-the-castle, Anya Askew- @thenicestnonbinary, Anne Parr- @inquisitive-mess

TW: Referenced self harm

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Bessie’s eyes were stinging when she woke up that morning. She groaned, draping an arm over her face, and knew it was going to be one of those days.

She hauled herself out of bed and gazed around her small dorm room. She always thought it was rather dull compared to some of the others she had seen, simply having a bunk bed with a black couch underneath it, a desk, a single shelf for her belongings, and a venus fly trap that she took care of better than she took care of herself. Thick grey blackout curtains were drawn tightly over the single window; she preferred to use light from the lamp sitting nearby or the fairy lights strung across her ceiling. She never turned on the overhead fluorescents if she didn’t have to.

On her way down from her bunk bed, Bessie stumbled on the last rung of the ladder and nearly hit her head against the wall directly behind her. She wished she had. She longed for her skull to shatter and for her brains to ooze out, signaling that she was no more in this horrible world.

Her bare feet sunk into the fluffy white carpet in front of her couch. The softness brought on an odd sense of comfort and she sighed softly.

“Another day,” She said to the taxidermy crow sitting on her desk.

She wondered if the reason why nobody liked coming into her room was because of all the vulture culture stuff she had. Her shelf was full of various animal skulls and bones, she had a bottle full of fangs, a jar with peacock feathers sticking out of it, and even a real kangaroo fur she bought from an antique store hanging up on the wall. A lot of people found it creepy and ‘cruel’, but she found it all fascinating.

After watering her venus fly trap, which she had named Jackie, she grabbed some fresh clothes and her shower supplies and stepped out into the hallway.

Her dorm building was notorious for its decorations during the holidays. It was always set up, regardless of what season it was. Right now, black and orange fairy lights were suspended across the ceiling, with little rubber bats and spiders hanging freely, signaling Halloween. There were even a few skeletons and zombies standing around in the corners, which never failed to scare the absolute shit out of Bessie when she got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Several girls were already awake and mulling around, getting ready for the day. Mary Boleyn and Meg Tudor were chatting loudly outside Mary’s dorm room, talking about something some idiot said in their political science class. Margaret Dymoke was waiting impatiently outside of Christina of Denmark’s room, yelling at her to ‘hurry her ass up.’ Jane Popincourt was whisking out of the bathroom, shamelessly swathed in a pure white robe. Bessie shuffled past her with her head down and entered the bathroom.

Along with Jane Parker and Anne Parr, The Beast was there to greet her inside.

“Good morning, darling,” It said from the reflection of the mirror.

Bessie used to have a mirror in her room. She had to get rid of it after she punched it while having a mental breakdown and shattered the entire thing. She remembered all the heads peeking out of the other rooms as she walked the broken thing to the dumpster outside.

Bessie felt Jane and Anne’s eyes on her as she trudged into one of the open showers. Their conversation resumed after she turned on the faucet, thinking the sputtering of the showerhead would drown out their words, but Bessie could still faintly hear them.

“…She’s so weird.”

“…Yeah. I’m surprised the counselor hasn’t called her in yet.”

“…They haven’t already? Damn. I thought literally everyone telling them about how she cries herself to sleep at night would be enough.”

“…Clearly it’s not. I kinda feel bad for her.”

“…Yeah, me too.”

Their gossiping whispers disappeared as they seemed to exit the bathroom, and Bessie was left in silence once again.

But only for a moment.

“You wanted attention, didn’t you?” Said The Beast. Even with the spraying water, Bessie could still hear it so clearly. Probably because its voice came from inside her head, and it wouldn’t quiet down no matter how hard she covered her ears.

“Not like this,” Bessie muttered. She stared down at her naked body, at the slimness of her sides, at the sunkenness of her stomach, at the cuts marring her stomach and thighs. She splayed her hands open in front of her and looked at the scoring on her wrists, the point system of her constant losing battles. She clenched her fists.

“Be grateful,” Said The Beast. “They could ignore you. And don’t say you would want that because I know how you react to being shunned.” Even though she couldn’t see it behind the curtain, Bessie knew it was smirking. “You would be alone with me.”

Bessie grit her teeth. “Shut up.”

She roughly grabbed a bottle of vanilla milk and papaya shampoo and squirted way too much into her hand. She began scrubbing it violently into her hair, making sure to rake her nails down her scalp so she could feel the pain.

Hey, at least she was bathing. Her hair had been a greasy mess for about two weeks now.

“They can ignore you, but you can’t ignore me,” The Beast said. “I’ll always be here, darling. I’m your best friend. I’m your only friend.”

“Shut up!” Bessie yelled, yanking back the shower curtain and flinging the shampoo bottle at the mirror The Beast was reflected in. At the same time, Anya Askew entered the bathroom with her showering supplies and gave Bessie an extremely confused and concerned look.

Bessie jerked the curtain back so only her head and shoulders could be seen. “Umm-- S-sorry, I was--” She glanced at the mirror, and Anya’s eyes followed, but she knew she couldn’t see The Beast smirking in the glass. “Thought I saw a spider! G-guess I was wrong! S-sorry!” She wrenched the curtain shut completely and backed up against the wall, covering her face with her hands.

“I don’t even need to ruin your life,” The Beast said, sounding like it was right behind her. “You do it for me. You make my job so easy.”

Bessie squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a few tears stream free. She sniffled and swiped them away quickly. She couldn’t cry this early in the day. She needed to retain some shred of dignity.

Turning her attention back to the shower, Bessie began scrubbing her body with apple-scented soap, wincing when any open cuts on her skin stung in reaction to the chemicals. The scars, those that hadn’t scabbed over yet, were still gooey and red, the flesh around their edges white and puckered from the water. The faint paint they caused brought a dull sense of clarity within Bessie.

God. How much more of a freak could she be? Was she some kind of masochist or something?

No… No, she only liked pain when it was self-inflicted. She didn’t like when it was put upon her by someone else. He proved that.

She shook her head, sending a scatter of water droplets flying throughout the small space. She twisted underneath the hot water, washing off all the soaps and suds still clinging to her frame.

She was clean once again.

“Or as clean as a teenage whore could be…”

Bessie just barely managed to bite back a yell, remembering that Anya was still in there with her. So, instead, she just closed her eyes and breathed out heavily.

After drying herself off and wriggling into her clothes for the day- grey sweatpants and a plain black sweater- Bessie stepped out into the rest of the bathroom. Even with the mirror completely fogged up, she could still see The Beast’s red eyes glinting at her hungrily as she walked to one of the sinks.

“You’re beautiful,” The Beast cooed, materializing in the mirror over the sink she was using.

“Shut up.” Bessie growled, thinking that Anya couldn’t hear her because of the running water.

“I’m just complimenting you,” The Beast said innocently. “You should thank me.”

Bessie glared down at the sink as she began brushing her teeth with so much force her gums began to bleed. She spit bloody toothpaste foam into the drain before washing it out, gathering her things, and storming out of the bathroom. She faintly heard The Beast chuckling deeply before the door shut.

Once back in her door room, Bessie put her showering supplies back in their place and set her pajamas on the couch for later. She brushed out her long black hair, not caring if it was dripping wet, and then gathered her school supplies, put on her glasses, and left the dorm building.

Upon stepping outside, Bessie’s glasses instantly fogged up. She took them off while walking forward, wiping away the cloudiness until they were clear again. She put them back on and saw a black truck sitting by the curb.

Bessie froze.

All the dorm buildings on Princeton University were further away from the main campus, fenced in by brick walls and a gothic-looking gate. That meant that, unless Bessie wanted to try and scale the walls, she only had one way out. And she would have to pass the truck to do that.

Gathering up all her courage, Bessie began striding towards the gate. There were kids already outside in the courtyard, surely He wouldn’t try anything…

Her confidence disappeared completely when she crossed the threshold, and Bessie fought the urge to turn and run back to the safety of her dorm. She bit her lip, willing herself not to cry as she walked by the truck. The windows were so tinted that she couldn’t see inside, but she knew He was looking back at her.

The truck rumbled to life upon her crossing the street. Bessie didn’t run, knowing that running would only make Him chase her. Maybe He would just go away if she moved slowly and acted like she didn’t care…

A tear ran down her cheek as the truck began rolling along behind her. She turned sharply and walked up a short flight of stairs that led up the curve of a small hill. Princeton University’s sprawling, plant-filled campus was then stretched out to her, but not even its thriving beauty could calm her nerves.

Bessie walked faster, keeping her head down. She knew she should be monitoring the truck, but she didn’t want to look at it. She didn’t want to risk seeing Him.

She tried to distract herself by looking around. The lush, healthy emerald green grass was sprinkled with early morning snow, glinting softly in the pale light slipping down from the blanket of grey clouds in the sky. It was too dull for shadows to be cast, and yet a dark shade grew from her feet and smiled at her wickedly.

“Come to me, darling,” The Beast said.

Bessie jerked sideways and ran right into someone without even realizing it. She heard a grunt and instantly tottered backwards, apologies spilling from her lips.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry! I-I wasn’t watching where I was going!” Please don’t hurt me…

The person she had rudely bummed into stepped back, blinking brown eyes that were so dark they looked like pieces of ebony infused in their skull. Bessie realized it was a woman a year or two older than her, and she was the most beautiful person she had ever laid eyes on.

Internalized homophobia had always been one of the many problems Bessie had, but not even THAT could disagree that this was the most gorgeous human being to ever grace the earth.

She was a dark-skinned woman, tall and muscular, looking like she was capable of crushing Bessie’s skull between her thighs like it was a watermelon, and Bessie found herself longing for that to happen, and not just because she was suicidal. Her short dark brown hair was cut into a style that screamed ‘I AM NOT STRAIGHT!!’, tucked gently into a vermillion beanie, which only fueled Bessie’s hope that her gaydar wasn’t messing up. She was dressed in black jeans and a red-and-black flannel, which had its ends tied together over her stomach. When she spoke up, her voice was husky and warm, tinged with a German accent.

“You’re good,” The woman said. “No worries!” She smiled down at Bessie, but it disappeared in almost an instant. “Hey, are you alright?”

Bessie sniffled, and she realized there were a lot more tears than she had thought. She opened her mouth, lips quivering, and pointed to the truck nearby without even thinking her decision through.

“Th-that truck,” She whimpered out. “I-it’s following me.”

Bessie expected the woman to dismiss her panic, saying something like, ‘there’s trucks everywhere!’ or ‘how do you know for sure that it’s following you?’, but instead she glared at the truck and flipped the driver off as it sped away.

“Fucking creep,” The woman muttered. She turned back to Bessie, looking concerned, and set a hand on her shoulder. When Bessie flinched at the contact, she respectfully pulled her arm away, and Bessie cursed her instinct to recoil at any touch because she really wanted this woman to touch her (just not like that, not like that--). “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” Bessie said, quickly wiping away the tears that were still on her cheeks. “Th-thank you.”

The woman smiled that beautiful smile again. “No problem!” She seemed to sense that Bessie was still on edge because she then said, “Would you like me to walk you to class?”

Bessie looked surprised, but nodded fervently. “Y-yes. Please.”

The woman nodded and began walking with Bessie, scanning around the area as if she were a guard dog. “I’m Anna, by the way.”

“Bessie,” Bessie said.

“Bessie?” Anna echoed.

Bessie blushed faintly. “It’s silly, isn’t it? It’s the 21st-century, who names a kid ‘Bessie’ if they aren’t a cow?” She gave a small laugh, shifting her belongings in her arms. “Umm-- My real name is Elizabeth.”

“I think Bessie is cute.” Anna commented.

The blush turned from a light pink to a deep, dark red in an instant. Bessie’s pale skin definitely didn’t help make it any less noticeable.

“R-really?” Bessie stammered, wide-eyed.

“Yeah!” Anna nodded, grinning. “It’s impossible to create a nickname for my name unless it’s the dumb ‘Anna Banana’ one.”

Bessie giggled. “What about ‘Annie’?”

Anna thought it over, then tipped her head at Bessie with a smile. “I like Annie, actually. Good thinking, Bessie.”

Bessie’s ears felt like they were on fire, but, for once, it was in a good way. She couldn’t help but smile back shyly.

“Okay, so I actually have no idea where we’re going,” Anna admitted. “I’ve just been following you. I’m new here.”

“Oh,” Bessie said, nodding. “That explains why I’ve never seen you before. Where’d you come from?”

“Düsseldorf, Germany,” Anna said, which explained the really attractive accent. Bessie’s face burned even hotter. “I’m living in an apartment down the road. I prefer to have my own personal bathroom.”

Bessie giggled. “I get that. Living in a dorm has its perks, though.”

“Really? Like what?”

Bessie was silent. “Hang on, I’ll think of something…”

Anna laughed loudly, and Bessie couldn’t help but join in.

“You’re funny, Bessie,” Anna said as they got near the math building. “I like you.”

Bessie faltered. “R-really?”

“Really!” Anna said, then tilted her head. “You seem surprised.”

“Oh, no, I-I just--” Bessie trailed off awkwardly, not wanting to spill stupid stuff and ruin her friendship with this woman. She shook her head. “Nothing. Nevermind.” She looked at the large building looming over her. “Well. This is my stop. Thank you again for helping me. I had a really good time talking to you.”

“I did too,” Anna smiled. “See you around, Bessie.” She gave a saluting goodbye before turning and walking down the sidewalk with her hands in her pockets.

Bessie watched her go, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. Not even the frigid wind could cool down the heat on her face.

“Bye,” She whispered long after Anna had walked away.

#ice skater au #six the musical #six the musical au #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six the musical fic #bessie on the bass #anna of cleves #banna #bessie x cleves #cleves x bessie #mary boleyn #meg tudor #jane parker #christina of denmark #anya askew #anne parr #sixtended verse #tw: self harm

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blackdiamondwrites127 · 3 years

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Sibylle von Kleve, Electress Consort of Saxony

Sibylle von Kleve is the oldest of the four von Kleve siblings. She had a somewhat relatively normal past life, with a healthy marriage that resulted in four children. She died only months later after her husband did possibly due to heart break. She was reincarnated as teenager in an orphanage with all her memories of her past life intact. She had a really hard time adjusting to modern times and was passed around from foster family to foster family until she was of legal age and attended uni.

University life was hard and she struggled to make ends meet here and there by working multiple part time jobs. Finally, after four gruelling years, Sibylle found a job as the events manager for the cast and crew of Six the Musical. She found herself fitting right in and feeling right at home with the gaggle of reincarnated historical people. It's also there where she finally found and reunited with her sisters, Anna and @pandora-dusk 's Amalia von Kleve.

Her work consists of planning and scheduling all the necessary events for the cast and crew in the theatre. She's a very professional worker and very religiously sticks to a schedule she had made for herself. Anyone who dares disturb this schedule or mess with her beloved planner is advised to run for your life before you start hearing boss music and face the wrath of a six foot five german woman that can easily pick anyone shorter than her.

She owns a motorcycle due to her long legs that makes it hard for her to get in and drive a car. She stops by @ilenalovesdrawing 's Katherine Tudor's bakery to buy some pastries and coffee for her breakfast and chat(flirt) before heading to the theatre for work. She almost always takes a box of freshly baked pastries for free from Katherine and she happily hands them out at the theatre with the cast and crew.

Shes a hard working woman with a heart of gold and a heart full of love for her family. She's also very sassy and will fight just about anyone who messes with her little sisters and friends.

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Here's another sixtended oc that was just a one off idea but my gf @ilenalovesdrawing insisted that I go on ahead and make her into an official oc. So I did! Hope you guys like it!

#six #six the musical #sixtended verse #sibylle von cleves (sixtended)#sibylle of cleves (sixtended)#my art

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inmydrcams · 3 years

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“sixtended universe oc“

a CURSE!!! a C U R S E I tell you!!

#anti six for ts #tbd

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vanessaquigley · 3 years

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Ayy look at me posting yet again

I just wanted an excuse to draw Liz with a sword and fire

This was supposed to be Liz in a maid dress but turned out as this. Oh, the joys of being an artist.

However, I also made this because I was taking a break from creating my new Sixtended oc :D

Hopefully I'll get it done in a week or two (don't hold me onto that because knowing me...)

Anyway hope you like it and yes I am gay for women with swords

x Vanessa

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Of Monsters and Martyrs, Part One

Here's part one of a collab I've done with @blackdiamondwrites127 as a sequel to 'Gargoyles call of sorrow'

Here's Part Two

Enjoy!

Late in the day as the sun was just beginning to creep towards the horizon, colouring the sky pink and orange, Hal made his way up to the attic. It had been two days since Hal had reconciled with his newly transformed mother. And although Lina still preferred the solitude of the roof and attic she was more than happy to see her son on the regular again.

Hal opened the attic door and raced into the attic, the warm evening light shining through the window making orange squares on the wooden floor. Hanging from one of the wooden ceiling beams was Lina, cocooned in her wings as she slept through the day. Hal ran up to the cocoon and gave it a gentle prod.

“Mamá?” he asked before giving a second prod.

A second passed, then suddenly the cocoon opened with a flash and Lina encased Hal in her wings. Hal shrieked and laughed as his mother began applying a dog's idea of ‘kisses’ all over his face.

“MA! Stop it!” Hal laughed as Lina lapped at his cheek, making ‘chuffing’ noises like a tiger, reminiscent of purring.

Finally, Lina relented and opened her wings letting Hal free. As the young boy giggled and stumbled around wiping the saliva off his face Lina slowly got down from the beam. Hal, now finally free from gargoyle slobber and no longer giggling, looked at his mother and smiled. “Mamá, was that so necessary?” he asked, walking towards Lina. Lina gave a big smile

“Sorry Hal, I’m still your mother and I still love you, but I am still a gargoyle and I’m inclined to express said love in a gargoyle way.”

Hal found it funny how perspective can change so much about how he saw things, his mother and her gargoyle form especially. It was dark when Hal saw his mother newly transformed and having a fit of rage and despair. He could only see her blackened silhouette occasionally lit by the flickering of smashed lights.

For days afterwards the vision of his mother in his nightmares was an exaggeration of this image, shrouded in darkness with the more frightening features highlighted. Clearly outlined, pointing horns, talons that shone like sharpened knives, pale dripping fangs that stood out against a dark stoney skin. And her eyes, those amber eyes that glowed like smouldering embers.

But when he saw her again on the rooftop, she wasn’t the dark visage of horror that haunted his nightmares. Not only was she sullen and subdued unlike the raging beast he had seen before, but she didn’t look the same. She was still a gargoyle, but her gargoyle features were more ‘animal’ than demonic.

A soft feline reminiscent nose, ears that moved and twitched expressively, even her taloned hands and feet had rounded pads like a cat or dog.

Hal realised that his mind could make things much worse than they really were. Making a monster out of his Mother. Now he could clearly see the way she gently wagged her tail when content, or would even purr and would lick his hair like a mother housecat attending to her kittens.

His mother was definitely a beast, but not a monster, and certainly not a demon.

And it didn’t stop her from loving him or being his mother, in fact, it felt like she was being more motherly than ever.

“Ma are you going to go out on the roof again tonight?” Hal asked,

“Yes...I find it’s just something I have to do, a gargoyle thing” Lina answered.

“Can I go too? I’m wearing my winter jacket so I won’t get cold” Hal buzzed, eager to spend as much time as possible with his mother to make up for the time they’d lost over the past few days.

Lina nodded, she didn’t normally like the idea of Hal going up onto the roof, but knowing she’d be there to keep him safe made her accept Hal’s request.

She strolled over the window and pushed it open with little to no effort despite the window being prone to jamming.

One thing that Lina had grown to enjoy about her new body was her considerable strength. She demonstrated this new strength by picking Hal up under one arm and using her other arm alongside her legs and wings to climb out of the window and up onto the roof.

The sun was just beginning to set, the orange of the sky was fading in dark blues and purples, the stars were just starting to show. Lina sat on the rooftop and held Hal close to her, in both arm and wing. It was much like the first time they had found each other again after Lina had become a gargoyle. Hal snuggled into his mother’s side, looking up at the twilight sky as more stars appeared. He looked at his mothers face, to his surprise she was no longer smiling. She looked very serious all of a sudden, staring with a focused glare out onto the horizon, scanning the landscape. Hal already had a good idea as to why this was, but he didn’t feel like voicing it just yet.

“Ma...is it different to be a gargoyle? I mean I know it must feel different with wings and a tail but...is it like...different? Hal asked.

Lina looked at Hal for a few seconds then she nodded contemplatively, “Yes mi Hijo, yes it is” she said gently “As much as my body has changed my mind has changed too...it’s important to remember Hal, that as a different species our brains are wired differently. We have instincts, hormones and other things that drive us towards behaviour more in line with our species.”

Hal nodded, still curious he asked “How is it different Ma?”

Lina thought for a moment “I am more inclined to eat meat now, I’m active mostly at night and I feel more protective, or at least I feel the need to protect my family and territory, that’s why I come up here to keep watch...It’s vitally important for me to keep my home safe now.”

“Do you think Mary feels that way?” Hal asked.

Lina didn’t respond, she just looked back out at the horizon and gave a deep sigh.

“I wish I knew Hal, I’d hope so…”

Hal hugged his Mother a little closer feeling a pang of sadness

“I miss Mary,” he said sullenly.

Lina could only stroke his hair gently with the underside of her talons.

“I miss her too mijo...that’s why I’ve been searching so hard but...I can’t find any sign of her.”

The night Lina had first transformed, Mary had transformed as well. But unlike his mother, Hal didn’t get front row seats to watch his sister gruesomely transform and go completely berserk. No one had seen Mary at all. All that was heard was a bloodcurdling fusion of a scream and roar that came from Mary’s room, and upon investigation, her window had shattered and she was gone. After Lina had gotten over her post-transformation despair she had committed herself to searching the entire area for her daughter, but to no avail. It was assumed that Mary had become a gargoyle just like her mother, as Lizzie and Edward had become the same species as their respective mothers. If this was the case then Mary had accomplished the seemingly impossible feat of taking her transformation worse than Lina.

Mary's absence upset Hal, knowing what he now knew about his mother, he was certain that Mary could be another affectionate, protective and noble gargoyle. But Mary was not the type to take something like this so easy.

Just as Hal was about to say something else, a distant call sang through the evening air. Both Hal and Lina perked up at the sound, as it was very familiar to them. It sounded just like the Erie call that Lina would howl into the night when she and Hal were still separate to vocalise her despair. They now knew it as a gargoyles long-distance call. Only this call had a different sound to it, making it distinct from Lina’s call.

Lina was especially caught by this call, her large bat-like ears twitching and swivelling to pick up the sound.

“Ma! Is that?...” Hal asked his mother who was rising to her feet, still keeping a wing by her son. “Yes...I think it’s her”

After all these nights, Mary might finally be found.

“Can you find her?” Hal asked, getting up on his feet alongside his mother.

“Shhh, Hal!” Lina said getting frustrated before quickly calming down “I need to call back first”

Lina took a deep breath and let out a call of her own. The sound was all too familiar to Hal, having heard it countless times when they were still avoiding each other. It was a very mournful and beautiful sound like a whale call mixed with the howl of a wolf. The call echoed throughout the surrounding area before dissipating into silence, a few minutes passed where nothing was heard but the sound of the whispering wind.

Then the distant call was heard again.

Lina’s ears swivelled and then her eyes widened “I think I can follow the call! I think I know where she is!” Lina exclaimed.

Hal grabbed his mother’s hand “I wanna come too! “I wanna help Mary! I can help her just like I helped you!”

“No,” Lina said in a firm voice.

Hal backed away, confused and a little upset.

“But...why?” he asked in a tiny voice. Lina knelt back down to his level

“Hal I know you always want to help, and that’s one of the things I like most about you, but I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“But...I helped you?” Hal said meekly,

“I know Hal, but you still put yourself in danger, you almost fell off the roof! And the truth is...you shouldn’t have had to do that in the first place. It shouldn’t have been the responsibility of a young boy to help his mother in a crisis like this! I was wrong to not be there for you, and to not help you because I was so lost in my pity party! But this time I won’t let that happen, I’m not letting another one of my children suffer alone and I’m not going to put you in danger again, okay?”

Hal was still confused “But… it’s just Mary?”

“ I know Hal, but remember what I said about our minds and how they are different now? We still don’t know for certain how Mary will react to us! And wherever she is she’s probably scared and alone and stressed and that makes her even more unpredictable! If I go alone I can handle whatever she throws at me! But I don’t want to run the risk of you getting hurt again!”

Lina sighed and stood up once more, “I’ll help you back into the attic...then you’re going to go to bed, and I’ll go look for Mary, understand?”

“But Ma…”

“No more but's Hal,” Lina commanded, before scooping Hal up in her arm and clambering back into the attic.

After placing Hal back in the attic Lina looked at him and placed her hands on his shoulders, “I must leave now, if I don’t find Mary I’ll be back before sunset, stay safe Hal” then Lina planted a kiss on Hal’s forehead and quick as a flash she leapt out of the open window and took off into the night sky.

Hal groaned but accepted defeat, making his way downstairs. Hal knew what his mother meant but he still wanted to help. He was technically Mary’s older brother, and he always felt some responsibility when it came to making his sister happy and picking her up when she was down. Now he had a chance to be there for Mary when she needed him most, and he couldn’t be there. Hal didn’t even know what the danger was, his fears of his mother wanting to kill him in her monstrous form were nothing but nightmares that held no truth. So surely Mary couldn’t be that different?

Then Hal had a realisation, he may not have had his mothers pinpoint accurate hearing but he did know the direction Mary’s call came from. And it just so happened to be in the same direction as a location he and Mary were very familiar with.

Without a moment to waste, Hal raced down the stairs, grabbed his bike helmet off the hatstand and ran out the front door. He ran to the garage and found his bike, after unlocking the chain and putting on his helmet he peddled off into the night.

The ride through the woods was not a relaxing one, unlike similar rides he’d take during the day. The trees surrounded him in dark shadows and the icy wind of the late evening nipped and stung at his face and hands as he rode down the rural road. If it weren’t for the light on his bike he’d be in complete darkness.

Nevertheless, Hal peddled as fast as his little legs could muster through the night until finally, his destination came into view.

Near the edge of the woods, just over a kilometre from the house, was an old churchyard. The church had been abandoned for some time but was still intact and stood tall and dark amongst the jagged tombstones that cast eerie silhouettes of crucifixes and stone angels. Hal didn’t know why the church had been abandoned, left to slowly decay in the lonely woods. But he and Mary would often come to this place for walks, it felt secret and peaceful during the day.

The same could not be said at night.

Hal parked his bike against the stone wall surrounding the churchyard and pulled out his phone, using the light as a torch to guide the way. Hal made his way across a thin concrete path overgrown with weeds and grass that lead straight towards the church.

Hal hurried to get to the church’s front door. The door was usually held shut with a chain and padlock, that very same padlock was lying on the grass a meter away in two pieces.

Upon closer inspection, Hal could see claw marks etched into the wooden door.

At this point, Hal was tempted to take his mothers advice and go home, go to bed and pretend this never happened. But he had already come so far, and he couldn’t let Mary down now.

So gathering all the courage he could muster, Hal pushed open the church doors.

Hal had never been inside the church, as it had been locked for years. Scanning the empty church with the light of his phone he saw that there were still pews and an altar. But the pews were littered with rubble and stray fallen beams from the ceiling.

The decrepit, decaying interior of the church was not doing anything to help Hal’s nerves. The scattered and dark building could be hiding anything, anyone could be lurking in the shadows.

Then just as Hal was reaching the altar, a loud thump echoed through the empty church. Hal spun around searching for the source of the sound. Hal’s heart was beating out of his chest as his eyes scanned the dimly lit church for any signs of movement.

Then Hal saw it.

Two shining red eyes, looking straight at him from within the shadows of one of the pews.

Hal felt his heart lodge itself in his throat, the eyes had caught him off guard and he didn’t know what to do.

Should he run? Should he stand his ground?

He wasn’t even sure he could move his muscles as his whole body had gone stiff with fear.

Hal regained control of his right hand, managing to lift the light of his phone towards the red eyes and the light unveiled what was staring at him from the darkness.

It was his sister…

Mary slowly crept towards the young prince, never once taking her eyes off him. What everyone had guessed was right, Mary had become a gargoyle like her mother.

But Mary didn’t look like Lina.

Lina’s gargoyle form was refined and sleek. She had her horns, fangs and talons and to a lesser extent her bladed tail. But that’s all she needed, Mary was no such gargoyle.

Almost every part of Mary’s body was covered in bony spikes, reminiscent of thorns.

Her elbows had spikes jutting out of them. And alongside two curved horns, her brow had rows of small spikes, even her tail was lined with a row of curved spikes running along the top. Hal winced at the imagery the spikes conjured, of them working their way through Mary’s skin and flesh and the incredible pain that followed.

It was no wonder Mary was still as furious as his mother had been.

But what frightened Hal the most was her eyes, they were blood red, glowing hellishly.

Mary prowled on all fours, tail swishing like a cat about to pounce, wings flashing in agitation. Her lips were curled back exposing her sharp white fangs, saliva dripping from them. A sinister growl was rumbling in her throat.

Hal had found comfort that the terrifying image of his mother had mostly been a construct of his imagination. His fear warping an intimidating but still grounded creature into a demon. But Mary felt like a real-life version of that warped image. And the worst part was that she was in the clear light of his phone. There was nothing hidden or left up to his imagination, this was real.

Hal tried to be brave, he didn’t run away despite every survival instinct screaming at him to flee for his life. But it was like his nightmare had come true, instead of his mother, his sister looked like she was about to kill him.

Hal trembled like a leaf, sweat and tears dripping onto his shirt.

If his greatest fears were true and his beloved older sister had been replaced with a feral, vicious monster on the hunt.

He was in a world of trouble.

“M-Mary?” he managed to sputter out, his phone barely staying in his hand with how much it was shaking.

Mary didn’t respond, she instead got up off her hands and stood up straight, splaying her wings. She did this so fast Hal found himself stumbling backwards and tripping on a piece of rubble. He fell onto his backside dropping his phone in the process. Now unable to see clearly Hal began to panic, hyperventilating as the tears really began to fall.

No longer illuminated by Hal’s phone, Mary stood as a dark silhouette with her shining red eyes still staring daggers at Hal.

If this really was one of his nightmares Hal knew he stood no chance against the gargoyle.

“M-Mary…no…it’s me…Hal…” he pleaded, his voice quiet and trembling.

Mary stood for a few minutes, her tail swishing, light shimmering off her tail spines. She continued growling, flexing her fingers as if she were preparing them to sink into Hal’s flesh.

Then she let out a sudden loud snarl and lunged at him.

Hal blocked his eyes with his arms, not wanting to look into his sister’s blood-red eyes as she mauled him. Wishing for nothing more than to say sorry to his mother for not listening to her and going off on his own. Like an idiot, he had walked into a situation he was not in any way prepared to deal with. And now he would pay the ultimate price.

But instead of feeling the unfathomable pain of his flesh being torn into by serrated talons, he felt a rush of air blow into him as he heard wings flap, followed by another thud behind him. Looking up he saw that Mary had jumped over him instead of at him, and she had landed on the elevated stage of the altar. Before he knew it she had scampered up the wall and with a flap of her wings she leapt up into the belfry.

Hal just sat there, processing what had just happened. Mary looked like she was about to kill him, and she definitely could have, he was at her mercy.

But she just...didn’t?

It made no sense.

Suddenly another thump came from behind him, Hal scrambled to his feet in fear that sister had returned. But It was just his mother standing amongst the pews.

Uh oh…

“Henry…” Lina said sternly, her brow ridge furrowed.

All Hal could do was sit there and stare at her, there was nothing he could say to get out of this. He really was in trouble now.

“Ma...I…” Hal started to say, but any excuses or reasons died on his tongue before it could even leave his mouth.

“Hal I told you to stay home, and you came out here all alone in the dark of night!?” Lina scolded, it was a harsh tone Hal was very familiar with, and couldn’t say he didn’t deserve it right at this moment.

“What on Earth were you thinking!? What were you expecting to do? You could’ve gotten hurt or...worse…”

Lina choked up at the last part, not wanting to vocalize her deepest fear. That she might lose her son again.

Hal got choked up as well, knowing full well what his mother meant. And the worst part was that she was right, he really did have no idea what he was doing and he could have died for it.

“I-I just...I thought...I thought I could talk to her...like I did with you…” Hal sniffed. “I just want my sister back”

“ I know you do Hal, but like I said this shouldn’t be your burden to bear. You aren’t doing Mary any favours by putting yourself in danger”

Lina said, still stern but more understanding this time.

“Do you understand me?” Lina asked.

Hal just nodded, slowly getting to his feet.

“Good...now please, go home Hal” Lina instructed.

“Yes Mamá,” Hal said dejectedly and walked in shame out of the church.

Part 2.

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