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tildeathiwillwrite · 5 months

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Merry Whumpmas 2023 Day 1: Hospital

(featuring OC's Rowan and Victoria)

TW: Broken ribs, hospital, ghost, bruises, sprained wrist, IV drip, needle mention, heart monitor painkiller mention

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Rowan regained consciousness slowly. At first, the only thing he was aware of was how he was somehow unable to fully draw breath. It was as if his chest was constricted somehow.

The second thing he became aware of was the stabbing pain and the sensation of bone grinding together whenever he tried to inhale too forcibly.

He groaned softly, which led to the discovery of a third thing: the plastic oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose. He then noticed the softness of a bed beneath him, a blanket overtop him, the bandages bound tightly across his chest and around his left wrist. The fingers of his left hand twitched automatically with this newest discovery, and cold flames licked up his arm as a result.

Rowan’s eyes fluttered open. The harsh lights overhead threatened to blind him, and he squinted at his surroundings. He lay on his back in one of those hospital beds at an angle that wasn’t completely flat but not straight upright either, somewhere in between. The ceiling was made of foam squares with tiny black dots—or were those holes? He couldn’t tell—and the walls were a dull white.

As Rowan studied the walls, trying to determine if they were textured, a… figure… of some sort detached itself from the exact spot on the wall he was staring at. He barely made out the outline as it moved from one side of the room to the other before vanishing through the opposite wall. He blinked in shock, expecting to have felt some boiling unease at the sight of the specter. So the ghost was harmless…?

He continued his sweep of the room. A complex machine rested to the left of his bed, one of the screens displaying what he assumed was a heart monitor, beeping softly for every second that passed. An IV drip next to it almost drew his attention to the needle embedded in his arm, but he forced himself to look to the other side of the room.

On his right side was the door leading out to the rest of the hospital. Next to the door were two chairs, with the space for a third chair left empty. As his eyes finished moving to the right, he realized why. The chair had been moved closer to his bed, and sitting in it, with eyes closed and head resting at an uncomfortable angle against the wall, was Victoria.

Rowan stared at her, listening to the constant beeping of his heart and the distant whirring of some other machine nearby. Two cuts on her face had been cleaned and bandaged, and several bruises in various shades decorated what skin was visible underneath her loose band shirt and jeans. More time passed until he sheepishly realized he should probably let her know he was awake.

“Hey,” he said, wincing. Speaking hurt a lot more than he thought it would. It didn’t help that his throat felt like sandpaper. The oxygen mask fogged up when he talked and muffled the sound slightly. “I think this place is haunted.”

Victoria started awake, blinking rapidly as her eyes readjusted to the bright lights. “Oh—uh—you’re awake!” She gasped out when she noticed him staring at her.

“Uh… yeah.” He slowly inhaled, trying not to disturb his injuries. “...Did what’s-her-name break my ribs?”

“Yeah. Pretty badly, from what the doctors told us. They’ve had you on some pretty strong painkillers for hours now.”

“...ah… that would explain the ghost I saw.”

She squinted at him. “You saw a ghost?”

“Uhuh. Came right through that wall over there.” He lifted his right hand to point at the spot where it had emerged. “And passed through the wall behind me.”

Victoria stared at the wall he indicated. “Well…” she said softly, “I was about to tell you it was the painkillers, ghosts aren’t real, but I honestly don’t know what’s supposed to be real and what isn’t any more.” She turned back to him. “You weren’t really in a coherent state when we managed to get you here. All the blunt force trauma messed you up pretty badly. What do you remember of the fight?”

Rowan grimaced. “I remember Granite or whatever-her-name-was got pretty pissed off when I kept dodging the big rocks she was throwing, so she focused her efforts solely on me… and I saw Sam… and then…” he shrugged and immediately regretted it. “Ugh… think those painkillers are wearing off… where is Sam anyway? And Ollie?”

“Waiting room,” Victoria said casually. Standing, she stretched, making a face as her sore muscles and bruises protested. “They wouldn’t let us in at all, at first, but we insisted. They only relented on the condition it was one at a time and we wouldn’t try to wake you up. Ollie’s gonna be so mad when they find out you woke up and they weren’t there.” She glanced at the door. “Speaking of… I should let the nurses know you’re awake.”

She crossed the room to the door before pausing with one hand on the knob. “Don’t… do anything stupid.”

Rowan rolled his eyes. “Since when have I done anything stupid?”

Victoria smirked and left the room, the door silently shutting behind her. Rowan settled back and focused on breathing with as little pain as he could manage. An impossible task, perhaps, but doable. Once he got another dose of pain meds.

(Rowan and Victoria are from a project I'm currently referring to as my teen superhero story. They appear in another story that I haven't posted here yet but will eventually.)

#merry whumpmas #my writing #oc writing #rowan ftdc #victoria ftdc #tw broken ribs #tw needle #tw pain #tw broken bones #tw painkillers #tw hospital #superhero story #whump #whump broken ribs #whump hospital #painkiller #ghost #forsaken: the doomed city #ftdc

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tildeathiwillwrite · 24 days

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My OC's in the Knights Radiant Quiz

@illarian-rambling did this thing recently where she took the Knights Radiant Quiz for her ocs. Thought it was cool so I'm doing it too lol.

The Legend of Orian Goldeneye:

Jas: Willshaper (81%). Considering what her motives are in the story, this tracks nicely. Killian: Skybreaker (78%). I feel he'd be more of an ancient order Skybreaker, operating within his own moral code with an understanding of how rules are imperfect. Orian: Edgedancer (77%). It kind of fits his personality, and he would love to slide around. Henrik: Skybreaker (74%) and Stoneward (74%). Man was born to be a Skybreaker, he's a garrison captain after all. Stoneward also fits him, as a soldier. Diana: Lightweaver (74%). She is a musician, her morals can be questionable, and she disagrees with Henrik about many things. Azura: Lightweaver (57%) and Elsecaller (57%). She is very much into the subterfuge aspect of the Lightweavers. She's also decent at tactics, a theme of the Elsecallers, and dreamshaping is somewhat similar to moving through Shadesmar. Morpheus: Elsecaller (63%). Very similar to Azura, but he's much more on the cautious side.

Tales from Valaria:

Octavian: Windrunner (77%). Like me! And it also fits his role in The Watcher and the Thief, though by the time The Hunter the Myth and the Cure comes around it's changed drastically. Draven: Willshaper (73%). He does what he wants, doesn't really care for rules but he does have his own moral code. Reese: Lightweaver (62%). I'm not too sure about this one, mostly because her morals align closer to a Willshaper or Edgedancer in my opinion. But she does tend to hide her true self from others. Luc: Windrunner (78%). Fits his morals and his job, he's quite protective. Hector: Windrunner (79%). Same as Luc, makes sense since he's Luc's mentor, but I'd say Luc has a little bit more Skybreaker in him than Hector. Damian: Edgedancer (70%). Bodes well for Caenum to have a heir that cares for his people. He was also willing to give up his freedom if it meant his captor didn't get what she wants, so he's fairly selfless. Kaira: Lightweaver (57%) (Also -20% for Bondsmith apparantly???). She's very good at deception, but that's the only thing that would be Lightweaver about her. Personally I think she'd be a better Elsecaller, due to her search for power. Rift: Elsecaller (54%). I don't know how he got this one, he has average wisdom and intelligence is his dump stat. But he would definitely make good use of Shadesmar (for "borrowing" purposes).

(Superhero Story):

Rowan: Elsecaller (74%). Makes sense, he's fairly cautious, he's the leader of the group (not very good at it), and he's willing to do anything to get what he wants. Victoria: Windrunner (63%). She definitely likes working in a team, and is really attached to and protective of those she cares about, to the point where she'd do anything to save them. Ollie: Truthwatcher (81%). Considering their powers make them a great spy, fueled by their natural curiosity, this fits. Sam: Stoneward (61%). She's the group's tank, the most reliable out of all of them, and fairly optimistic. Whisper: Elsecaller (70%). What is with my villains and getting Elsecaller? Is it because they all seem to be selfish bastards who do anything for what they want? (Nevertheless this does fit him).

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tildeathiwillwrite · 21 days

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Sam: I wasn't hurt that badly. Ollie said all my bleeding was internal, that's where the blood's supposed to be! Victoria: ...

#considering she's the squad's tank #and often downplays her injuries #she would totally say this #and poor ollie has to patch her up every time #source: brooklyn 99 #sam ftdc #ollie ftdc #victoria ftdc #incorrect quotes #my ocs #forsaken: the doomed city #ftdc

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tildeathiwillwrite · 4 months

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Betrayal and a Failed Attempt at Repentance

Context: Rowan, Victoria, and Ollie have finally completed the device. Now all they have left to do is find a weak spot in the shield and finally escape the city. But a traitor is in their midst, and she makes her move.

Originally posted on Pinterest here!

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TW: acid, betrayal, paranoia, anger

Rowan snapped awake in the dead of night. Unease rolled through him like a wave of water. It was strong tonight, much stronger than it had been for the past week. Something was wrong.

He opened his eyes, searching the darkness of his room for the threat. Nothing. Not that he could see, anyway. Perhaps the threat was invisible, hidden, or in a different room. Either way, something malicious occupied the hideout.

Rowan sat up and reached for his handgun on the shelf next to his bed. His fingers brushed against something wet and sticky. He jerked his hand away, cursing as the substance hissed on his skin. Bubbling slime? How…

The unease spiked as an unpleasant thought occurred. Rowan leaned over the side of the bed, gritted his teeth, and brushed his pinky against the floor. The bubbling slime coating the wood sizzled at the contact with his finger. Rowan pulled his hand back and hurriedly wiped it away on his trousers, the only article of clothing he had bothered to leave on before turning in.

We’re under attack.

That was his first thought, brought on by the massive wave of unease that threatened to drown him. The wave was stamped down by Rowan’s second thought, that an attacker wouldn’t have snuck in and covered his room in bubbling slime just to leave again. They would have tried to slit his throat.

Unless….

Unless they knew how his talent worked. Unless they knew that the intention of harming him would kickstart his talent and give them away. Not impossible, he’d been messing around long enough to get the attention of some big-name villains.

Which meant he was still in danger, even once he managed to get out of his room. Who knows what the rest of the hideout looked like? Victoria and Ollie, you’d better be where you should.

Rowan couldn’t walk over the bubbling slime. To do so would leave his bare feet with painful chemical burns at best. He couldn’t risk that, he might need to fight his way out. At worst? Well…there would be nothing left to get killed by Whisper on the next full moon.

Kneeling on his mattress, Rowan pulled the blankets and sheets off his bed and did his best to fold them in such a way that the bubbling slime wouldn’t seep through. The darkness did not help, and he didn’t dare risk a light. When exposed to a light source, bubbling slime has been known to spontaneously burst into flames. He had no idea the extent of how much covered his room, and the risk wasn’t one he was willing to take.

Rowan carefully laid the first of his blankets on the ground and stood upon it, taking care to step lightly in case he needed to retreat back to his bed. He tiptoed across the length and set down the second. He didn’t even need to use the third one to get to the door.

Not taking any chances, Rowan used the remaining blanket to turn the knob. The door swung open silently, and he peeked through, searching for attackers. The hallway was dead silent. Reaching through the doorway, Rowan brushed his hand across the tile floor, braced for the burn of bubbling slime. It didn’t come.

Stepping out into the hallway, Rowan held the remaining blanket like a coil of rope, although he wasn’t entirely certain how he was going to use it as an effective weapon against multiple assailants.

Moving swiftly but in silence, Rowan tapped on Victoria’s door. No answer. He tried the knob. Unlocked. Pushing the door open, Rowan checked for bubbling slime before moving inside. It appeared that only his room had been covered with the chemical.

“Victoria?”

No answer. Rowan squinted in the darkness. Her bed was empty, the blankets arranged neatly as always. No sign of a struggle, but her own guns were gone. She must have gotten up on her own. But why…?

“Rowan? What are you doing?”

Rowan whirled around, blanket held up menacingly at the unexpected noise, but lowered it when he saw Ollie standing in the doorway in their pajamas, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. They yawned. “I thought I heard something, but it’s just you I guess.”

“Victoria’s gone.”

Ollie froze. “She’s what?” They reached over and flicked the light on. Rowan grunted and covered his eyes, allowing them to adjust. When he pulled his hands away, it only reaffirmed what he’d already discovered: his best friend’s absence.

“My room’s also covered in bubbling slime,” Rowan continued, exchanging the blanket for the bo staff hanging on the wall above Victoria’s neatly made bed. “Did you notice anything out of the ordinary in your room?”

Ollie shook their head. “I don’t think so. Not that I would notice if there was, short of freaking bubbling slime.”

Rowan shrugged, moving past them back out into the hallway. “Your room’s one of the nine pits of hell the day after I force you to clean it. I doubt an intruder could find anything even if they wanted to.”

“Do you think Victoria went after whoever put bubbling slime in your room?”

“She isn’t that stupid,” Rowan snapped, no longer bothering with stealth. The main room of the hideout was empty unless the intruder was hiding behind the kitchen counter. Which was a spot only an idiot would choose. “Besides,” he said, checking back there anyway, “Victoria’s not one to go rushing in without backup. That was Sam’s job, remember?”

Ollie didn’t say anything to that. Sam got herself captured a couple of months back, in the job that eventually led them to the device that would solve Rowan’s problems. Ollie still blamed themself for her getting caught, even though they weren’t as skilled as they were now. Sam’s talent had been increased speed, agility and reflexes, but when one faced multiple assailants, there was only so much a talent could do.

Rowan swallowed. “Look, Ollie, what happened to Sam wasn’t your fault, okay? None of us saw…saw…the ambush coming. And in my position, she would tell you the same thing, okay?”

Ollie nodded, staring at the ground. “...if you don’t think Victoria went after the intruder, where do you think she went?”

Rowan tightened his grip on the bo staff. He had just been thinking that himself. There was no sign of a struggle, and whoever had left the bubbling slime had obviously done it to slow him down, not to outright kill him. Neither Ollie’s nor Victoria’s rooms had been touched. Rowan instinctively reached for his necklace, only to stop short and belt out a string of curses.

“What’s wrong?” Ollie asked, wincing at the volume. They were sensitive to noise, a side effect of their talent, an odd variety of selective hearing which made spying a perfect occupation for them.

Rowan felt around at his neck for a few seconds, cementing the knowledge that his necklace really wasn’t there. “The key,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “the key to the safe is gone.”

The look on Ollie’s face was a priceless combination of confusion, anger, and shock. “B…but how? Wouldn’t you have noticed them stealing it off your neck?”

Rowan’s expression darkened. “No. Whoever did this is good at their job. Bubbling slime to slow me down but wouldn’t threaten me directly. Probably entered the building without the intention of harming me, that’s how you get around my talent.”

He spun and stalked towards the painting that hung in the living space of the main room. As far as he could tell, it had not been touched. But that was, most certainly, not true. Rowan lifted the painting off the wall and eyed the safe that lay behind it with a critical eye. It was closed, but the keyhole was sideways. It had been unlocked.

The wood on the bo staff creaked, and Rowan loosened his grip before it snapped in half. He opened the safe. “...no…” The word came out as a plea, as if asking would make what lay before him an illusion.

It was not. Rowan reached inside the safe and picked up his necklace with the simple bead, small vial of poison, and the key to the safe. The actual contents of the safe were nowhere in sight. The device, their only chance of outsmarting Whisper, was gone. Stolen.

“It’s really gone, isn’t it?” Ollie murmured, like saying it softly would make their words untrue. “Who would do such a thing?”

“Victoria,” her name left Rowan’s lips before he could stop himself, stop and consider the implications of what he was saying. “She’s gone. And she took the device with her.”

Ollie gasped softly. “She…she wouldn’t.”

“Think about it, Ollie!” Rowan snapped. “She’s been acting off all week, ever since she got back from the solo mission. Whisper must’ve, I don’t know, brainwashed her or something so that he could get ahold of the device before we could use it. And Victoria knows how to get around my talent.”

“Can Whisper even do that? Brainwash someone?”

Rowan slipped the cord back over his head, allowing the familiar weight to ground him. “It’s the only plausible explanation. Victoria would never betray us of her own accord.”

Because if she had…Victoria was Rowan’s closest friend, the person he could trust to watch his back. And if Rowan couldn’t trust Victoria…he couldn’t trust anyone.

Victoria knocked on the door two days later. Rowan had been sitting in the main room flipping a thin piece of metal between his fingers. Every so often he’d run his fingers over the symbol etched into it. Whisper’s mark. He’d seen enough of them on Whisper’s lackeys. But to find one in Victoria’s room?

Rowan had gone through and searched her room once he’d cleaned up the bubbling slime. At first he had only been looking for possible evidence left behind by the thief who’d taken the device and must’ve kidnapped her too. His other theory.

But in light of the mark, and several hours of thinking, Rowan had come to a conclusion that filled him with fury because of how obvious it was.

Ollie answered the door, froze, and immediately slammed it shut. “Rowan! Victoria’s back!”

Rowan jumped to his feet and sprinted across the room to the door, throwing it open. Victoria flinched back a step, hands gripping the strap of her bag. “Where have you been?” he shouted.

Victoria looked at the floor, at the ancient worn carpet that had been there longer than any of them had been alive. “Hi, Rowan. Ollie.”

“Bubbling slime in my room? Device gone? And you just show back up as if nothing happened?” Rowan yelled, shaking slightly. He held up Whisper’s mark. “Don’t lie to me, I figured it out.”

Victoria’s eyes darted from the floor to see what he was referring to. When she saw the thin piece of metal she swallowed. “Rowan, I…”

“What did he offer you? Money? Power? Safety? Why are you back?” he demanded, hands squeezing the doorframe in his anger.

She returned her gaze to the carpet. “Your life, Rowan. I traded the device for your life.” She slowly pulled open her back and reached inside. When she withdrew her hand, it held the device. Broken into pieces.

Rowan clenched his jaw and threw Whisper’s mark at her feet. It bounced once with a ringing sound from the impact. “You’re insane,” he hissed, “if you ever thought Whisper would let me survive the next full moon. He wants nothing more than for my blood to be spilled on that night. We all know this!”

“I realized that…after he destroyed it…” Victoria said softly, “and I thought…if I brought the pieces back…”

“What?” Rowan demanded, “ That I would forgive you and we would fix it? It doesn’t work like that, Victoria! That device was our only chance at possibly getting out of here alive, and you destroyed it!”

Victoria pursed her lips, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I have more than the device, if that isn’t enough. I have information, the—”

“No!” Rowan cut her off before she could finish. “How do I know I can trust you? I trusted you before, and now look where that got me! Leave, Victoria. Leave and don’t come back.”

Victoria inhaled sharply, almost as if to say something in response, but no sound came out of her open mouth. The pieces of the device slipped out of her hand and thudded to the carpet. She turned on her heel and left.

Rowan waited until he could no longer hear her receding footsteps before stooping and gathering up the broken pieces of the device. Whisper’s mark remained where he had thrown it.

“Is that…” Ollie asked, peering over Rowan’s shoulder at the device. They whistled softly. “He really did a number on it, didn’t he?”

“Don’t talk to me,” Rowan growled, unceremoniously depositing the pieces on the kitchen counter, “until I’ve come up with a new plan.” With that, Rowan left the main room, practically sprinted down the hallway, and shut himself in his room.

Alone, Rowan allowed himself to sink to the floor, overwhelmed by his helplessness. That device was his only chance, slim though it was. And he’d allowed himself to believe that with it in hand, he might just make it to the next full moon alive. He should’ve known not to place his trust in a hope so slim it was two-dimensional.

Now that hope was gone, smashed to bits. Perhaps Victoria hadn’t broken it herself, but she’d had a hand in its destruction. Rowan slammed his fist against the wall in frustration. How could she have been so naive as to hand over the device to Whisper, a chronic liar and manipulator, who would do anything to get what he wanted?

If Sam was here…

No. Rowan wouldn’t allow himself to delve into if’s. Sam was gone, the device was shattered. Now he had to make a new plan. One that wouldn’t get completely screwed over by any variable, no matter how small.

Rowan rose to his feet and crossed the room to his desk. He had a week until the day of reckoning. And he couldn’t afford to lose any more time.

#my writing #superhero story #rowan ftdc #victoria ftdc #ollie ftdc #betrayal #cutting ties #broken friendship #attempted repentance #anger #forsaken: the doomed city #ftdc

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