I haven't posted in a while, but I'm working on this twst oc fic (working is a very loose term because it's all in my head and I'm struggling to write anything down), so I thought I'd post an little snippet of it here.
For context, my OC is named Eve Stirling. He reincarnated from a fantasy world that had it's own magic. Backstory wise, he was an orphan on the streets who was picked up by a noble and trained to be a bodyguard/ personal attendant. The noble turned out to be the 'villain' of the story (not that anybody knows that), but Eve was extremely devoted to him, called him Master, blah blah blah. Long story short, the 'villain' got defeated and killed by the worlds hero, and despite Eve's best efforts, the hero's part did not kill him out of misguided assumptions of innocence. Ultimately, Eve died after avenging his master, and reincarnated into TWST, where he becomes a painter (only so that he can make portraits of his Master), and is desperately trying to find a way to bring his Master back to life in this world, or travel back to his original world to revive him there. He get's placed into Pomefiore during the sorting (not rlly important here but it felt right that you know)
The snippet takes place during the Scarabia chapter. Eve is commissioned by Kalim to make him a painting that captures Scrabia's essence (kalim's words, not mine lmfao).
Lotta backstory, but I feel like it's necessary lol. The snippet is under the cut!
āAh, yes.ā Viper coughs lightly, āMy apologies, but I have a request.ā
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āCan I help you, Mr. Viper?ā he asks without turning around.
Eve finishes the stroke and gently wipes his paintbrush before setting it down. Truly, what Viper thinks important enough to interrupt him after being specifically asked not to, he doesnāt know.Ā
āWhat is it?ā he turns around and startles at how close Viper is standing. He didnāt even hear him approach.
What on earthā¦?
āThereās something in your eye. Let me get it out for you.ā Viper reaches up and gently brings Eveās face down level with his own. Their eyes lock.
The world turns black.
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āThe one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer me when I ask. Bow when I command. Snake Whisper.ā
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Stirling falls, which is an unusual reaction in and of itself.
Jamil glances down at the prone form on the ground and crouches to check his pulse. Heās not deadā¦ surelyā¦ it would be quite the hassle if Sterling did die right now, considering numerous people are interested in his well being.
No, the pulse is still strong. Not dead, thankfully. But still unconscious.
āOf all the troublesome reactionsā¦ā Jamil mutters as he drags the other man onto the bed. āYou just had to faint, didnāt you? What kind of weakā¦ā
Jamil cuts himself off as Sterling begins to shift. He prepares to knock the other man out at any sign of trouble. He canāt afford to have any unknown variables appear at this stage of his plan.
Sterling groans and sits up, clutching at his head.
Abnormal reaction. The spell didnāt work.
Why, exactly, the spell didnāt work is a mystery for another time, when Jamilās entire life goal is not about to be shattered into pieces. He moves to grab his magic pen, only to freeze when Sterling snaps his head over. He stares at Jamil. Jamil stares back. Sterlingās face begins to flush, and the look in his eyes as he gazes at Jamilā¦
Itās almost reverent. A gaze of love, devotion, loyalty, relief; everything the Asim family has ever expected of Jamil, packed hypnotically in eyes so deep, Jamil almost drowns in them.
He feels like a god under that gaze.
Sterling opens his mouth, face flushing. His voice comes out wispy and faint, barley making a noise. The words seem to come out almost involuntarily, the way they push so lightly past his lips, hanging in the air with all the weight of the world.
ā... Masterā¦?ā
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Eve wakes up dazed, head pounding, staring up at the ceiling of his temporary room in Scarabia. He sits up, groaning and clutches his head as his headache intensifies. He feels the same as he did back when he trained against Master, body battered and aching.Ā
He grips his head tighter, and then freezes as the presence next to him makes itself known.
That auraā¦
Eve whips his head around, disbelieving and nearly breaks down.
A man sits next to him, glorious as the day Eve saw him last. Black hair perfectly straight, falling like silk strands around a strong form; skin pale and scarred from battle, stretched perfectly across sharp features; eyes red like the rubies inlaid upon his crown. A man sits next to him, staring down at him with amusement.
Eve could cry.Ā
My God, My World, My Everything..!
My-
The image flashes briefly, pale skin turning tan, sharp features turning sly, before it settles back into place. Eveās eyes white out in pain.
ā...Masterā¦?ā
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I LOVE ARLECCHINO RAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
im not normal about her thank you for asking ā¤ļø im gonna summon her when she's here even if it kills me, i need her your honor šššš
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bro everytime i see a video im just like 'but what if this was shanks and buggy?' and now i have like 5 different animatic ideas and more comic ideas i cant keep up :(
i read a shanks x buggy fic for the first time 3 days ago and now its all i can think about. i wake up thinking about them and i cant sleep until they've had another happily ever after. how do i turn this function if my brain off
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For the last 3 days Ive been designing a completely OC pirate crew for One Piece. Not because I suddenly wanted to. Not because somebody asked me to. Only because I really want to draw myself as Whitebeard but I cant claim any of the actual One Piece characters as my kids since they all have their own crews already and I dont wanna take that away from them. OC pirate crew is my only option here.
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it's been a whole ass month and i 100% forgot to share this on tumblr BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER AMARIGHT FOLKS!
so here's my liushen animate! yay! enjoy! here's the twitter post!
list of who's who under the cut
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