Angel. Poor darling has the worst luck. Sometimes she wonders if she's been cursed. She doesn't realise she's incredibly gullible and clumsy.

Which character is the most accident-prone?

So basically... Sara. 

She doesn’t have to light herself on fire, but she catches on fire when she shapeshifts. It startles people.

You are a shapeshifter. However, you have a very unique restriction on your ability: it can only be activated through fire. You literally have to light yourself on fire to change form.

OCtober Day 8: Storm

OCtober prompts by @oc-growth-and-development !

Rumbly rumbly there’s a storm a comin

“Henry!” 

He ignored the frantic shouts of his parents, bolting out the door. I gotta save the animals. We need them. I gotta save them. 

The wind was lashing against him harder than he’d ever felt before. He could barely see what with his hair being blown directly into his eyes, but he ran nonetheless.

The barn door was banging wildly against its frame. It took him a few moments to catch it, to force it open against the strengthening wind. The moment he slipped inside, the door slammed shut behind him, leaving him in near darkness.

The animals looked terrified. Dusty was whinnying, kicking at his pen walls. He ran for him first- the other animals were slow, but he could get Dusty out of there faster than the others. The moment he opened the gate, Dusty shot out, dashing around the barn. Henry had to be careful to avoid the horse, rushing to the barn door. Free and lost is better than trapped and left to die, he thought as Dusty raced out into the storm.

As he ran back to the other animals, he heard a small squeal. “Misty-” he blurted. The calico cat looked up at him, eyes wide with terror. He rushed to scoop her up, holding her close to his chest. As quick as he could, he tucked her into the folds of his jacket, so he could at least use one hand while holding her. She was clawing him. He didn’t care.

The goats weren’t moving. They were petrified, refusing to come out of their corner. He tried his best to coax them, even drag them out, but to no avail. They wouldn’t move. 

He heard a crack above his head. His gaze shot up- a beam above his head was starting to bend and crack. The entire barn was creaking, threatening to fall like a house of cards. 

For a final time, he ran for the barn door, forcing it open just long enough to let Misty drop to the ground. She streaked across the field, disappearing into the woods in seconds. 

He didn’t have another chance. 

As he ran back to the goats’ enclosure, he heard a deafening snap from above his head. He didn’t even get a chance to look up.

He felt his body bend and snap, and then everything was cold and dark. 

OCtober Day 7: Tender

OCtober prompts by @oc-growth-and-development ! 

I really need to catch uuuppppppp

“Why did you run away?”

Dean looked up at Fae, meeting her curious gaze.

“You talk about your home so... kindly. What would make you want to run away?”

Dean sighed, glancing away at the passing trees. The train was moving slowly. He wanted it to move a little faster.

Finally, he spoke. “I... lost someone. I didn’t want to... I couldn’t stay after that.”

“Oh,” Fae mumbled, looking down. “I... um, I’m sorry. I didn’t think about...” She trailed off, biting her lip.

“It’s fine. I... uh, I just... I still tend to talk about her like she’s still around. That... might have made things a little confusing.” 

Fae was silent for a long moment. “What... was her name?” 

“Jamie. Jamie Catch.” 

“Was... was she nice?”

“Nicest person I’d ever met.” He rubbed his wrist a little, pulling down his sleeve to reveal a small bracelet. “This was hers. I... I’d like to think she’d have wanted me to have it.” 

It a small metal band on a piece of black twine, a simple thing. The metal band had a single word on it- “Dream,” Fae mumbled. 

Dean nodded. “You know, you remind me of her. A little more tired, but... you seem like just as much of a dreamer.” 

“I used to be...” It was only after the words slipped out that she realised she didn’t actually want to say that out loud. But Dean heard anyway, looking up at her.

“What do you mean by that?” Part of him sounded worried. She didn’t like that.

“We all have tragic backstories," she said, forcing a small smile. 

“I’ve been told I’m a good listener. We’ve got the whole night to reminisce.” 

“So we do.”

OCtober Day 6: Bitter

Of course, OCtober prompts by @oc-growth-and-development ! 

Mmm, I love my sad babies. I can’t wait until I can write them together again. 

This one’s a whole day late but I’m refusing to skip prompts. Better late than never!

Bitter flowers, sweet honey...

Raven stirred her tea, staring out the window.

Dark sky, ever sunny...

She still had the key. She’d tied it to a string and hung it around her neck. 

Oh, my darling, I love you so...

It had been so long. So long she couldn’t even count.

Even through rain or hail or snow...

She tried her best to keep the gardens well until she came back. It wasn’t easy, though, what with her being the embodiment of autumn. 

Bitter flower, sweet, sweet fruit...

She was patient. She was every time. But this time felt different. So sickeningly different.

Through thick and thin, I’ll always love you.

“Through thick and thin,” she whispered quietly. “Through thick and thin...

She sipped her tea. It was more bitter than ever.

OCtober Day 5: Lost

Prompts from @oc-growth-and-development !! I really hope these tags aren’t going to get annoying lol

I figure some of the days I’m not entirely following the prompt but... I mean, as long as it inspires writing, I think it works out just fine. Also I hope I can stop being so late on the prompts. Anyways less thought rambling more writing.

Silence in the library. Keep everything orderly, that was their job. Everything was as it should be. The book... was in its place. 

The librarian watched over the book, a silver, smoky silhouette. They took no note of the books strewn across the floor, pages torn to shreds. No note of the shelves collapsing in on themselves. No note of the tables and chairs on their sides, cracked, broken, as if a storm had broken loose within the building. The book was in its place.

Nobody had been in the library for years, the light outside hardly illuminating the dilapidated room. Everyone was gone, everything was silent. But the librarian didn’t care about anyone coming or going. The book was in its place.

Everything rotted around them, collapsing, the rest of the house being overtaken by the wild. Ivy crept through the door, across the pages strewn across the floor. But it didn’t matter if everything else was destroyed. The book was in its place. 

Distant steps echoed through the halls, the sound reverberating through the empty rooms. A voice called out as the person made their way through the abandoned building. But the librarian paid no mind to the little voice. The book was in its place. 

Shoes pattered across leaves and ancient pages. They tripped across the ivy as they explored the strange place. The librarian didn’t see them, didn’t care that they were there. They let the person wander the room. The book was in its place. 

Suddenly, the librarian looked up, silver turning to an abyssal black. They watched as a pair of feet pattered across the floor, out of the room. They rose, took a step forward- breaking a seal that had held for almost five hundred years. 

The book was no longer in its place.

OCtober Day 4: Nature

Prompts from @oc-growth-and-development !! today’s my favourite so far just cause I really like nature lol

I’m late on this one too but I have an excuse this time I’m taking care of a small child (who is not mine) and she requires much attention BUT she’s in bed now so I can write. Hooray!

Five things you see. There was a bird, a few feet away. She was plucking up twigs and grasses for a nest. There were flowers. They were all around. Mostly small, white ones, but some stuck out with vibrant blues and yellows and pinks. There... was the sun, in the sky. She was bright that day. Very bright. There was, of course, the giant tree. Looming and great, providing shade and shelter. And... there was a small woodlouse climbing onto a leaf beside her. No... there were three. One of them was bigger than the other two. The big one moved slowly. The small ones did not. Four things you hear. There were two squirrels chattering away in the upper branches of the trees. She wondered what they were talking about. There was a woodpecker burrowing for food in the old ash tree. The ash tree was always a sad sight, but the woodpeckers feasted on its insect residents like there was no tomorrow. There was a small brook nearby, the water burbling along cheerfully. And there was the wind, rustling the leaves gently. It seemed as if he was calm that day. She liked it when he was calm.  Three things you feel.

She felt... warm. The sun was very warm. Bright, and warm, and enveloping. She felt the wind brushing her cheeks, pushing her hair into her face. She felt small. She didn’t want to feel small anymore.  Two things you smell. Flowers. She always smelled like flowers. The type depended on the day. It was lavender at the moment. Lavender was good. And... she could smell spices. Autumn spices. Cinnamon, nutmeg, a hint of cayenne. Raven always smelled like that. She pulled Raven’s scarf closer to her face, breathing it in for a long moment.  One thing you taste. She couldn’t taste anything at the moment, but she could think of something she wanted to taste... Blueberries. Sweet blueberries. The tart ones were alright, but she preferred the sweeter ones. She wished she could find blueberries. Deep breaths. Look at the world around you.  She inhaled slowly, filling her lungs up as much as she could, then let it out just as slow. The world was big. It was big and bright. She breathed in again, and let it out, and she felt her chest relax. You’re okay. Look around. You’re here, right here in the world. You’re here, and you’re okay. She was here. Here was somewhere, even though she wasn’t sure where that somewhere was. But she was somewhere, and that thought was at least a little comforting.  I promise, you’ll be okay. She stood, slowly, letting those few words echo in her mind. She wanted to be okay. She wanted Raven to be there, telling her those words. But Raven wasn’t there. Nobody was. It was a mistake going alone, her mind said. No. I’m going to find Raven. I’m going to find her and Tyran and Eira and everything is going to be okay. She watched as a small green sprout emerged from the soil in front of her, twisting and curling and blooming into a pale orange flower. The tiniest flower in the field. She brushed her fingers along the petals as it reached above her head.  Everything will be okay.

Alex.

Stubborn fucker. He'll wear a leather jacket even if it's 110 degrees out. It's a good thing he has an immunity to heat.

Which OC refuses to take off or put on a jacket when it’s too hot/cold because it would ruin their Look™️

OCtober Day 3: Feast

Prompts by @oc-growth-and-development !!

Oof I’m a little late on this one;;;; For some reason, this one was more difficult to write. But I’m not skipping any, so here we have it.

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Hungry.

Oh, so terribly hungry.

It could smell flesh. Oh, delicious flesh, filled with blood, filled with life. It needed to find that flesh. It needed to eat. 

It needed to feast.  She could hear it. 

She could hear it, and she was terrified. It was huge, hulking, shambling. A monster. Nothing less than a monster. 

The ground shook as its feet hit the ground. The air trembled as it sniffed the air. It could smell her. It could smell her, and she knew it. And she was terrified of that fact. 

For a second, a bare second, she took a deep breath, trying her hardest to swallow back her fear. It was a mystery. She hated mysteries. She needed to know what it was.  The steps stopped.  She closed her eyes, letting out the air caught in her lungs. All she had to do was look around the corner. 

Slowly, she turned.  The last thing she saw was the wolf’s teeth.

OCtober Day 2: Dance

Prompts by the wonderful @oc-growth-and-development !

This is a pretty short one, but I feel like it was worth it. I’ve missed writing these characters. 

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From his hands, tendrils of ice swirled and flowered out onto a glittering tiara. Jack smiled and placed it gently onto her head- "Perfect fit," he said softly. His eyes sparkled as much as the diadem.

Sara smiled back, pulling him into an exhilarated kiss. "I love you so much," she whispered when they broke apart.

"I love you, too, Firefly." He took her hands gently, bowing slightly. "Now, may I have this dance?"

OCtober Day 1: Beginnings

This is from @oc-growth-and-development ‘s OCtober prompt list. I sure hope I can keep up with this, it looks really fun!!!

I wanted to write something completely new today, but I’ve never been good with introductions. Instead, I’m using the prologue of a story I’ve been in the process of writing for three years. Hopefully this is the last time I’ll have to revise it to my liking, lol

What if you blinked, and suddenly everything was different?

Imagine for a moment: instead of your current surroundings, you are in a forest. But it’s not a nice forest -- oh, no, this is an awful place. The trees are bare of leaves, the bark on them dead and cracked. There is no brush poking through the mud at your feet, not even weeds or fungi. Where you had once stood on solid ground, your feet now sink ankle-deep into the cold, slimy mire. The muck is all that the earth seems to consist of, perhaps because there is nothing to drink up the water that permeates everything around you.

There is no evidence of animal life; no sound, not even a cricket’s chirp, breaks the heavy silence. There is nothing, which, despite the warm air around you, chills you to the bone. The ground is undisturbed by tracks, the sky empty of any airborne inhabitants. Even the wind seems dead, the air still as if time has stopped.

The world is devoid of colour. After all, it is life which gives light to the earth. The sky is a murky grey akin to old, cracked pavement. The clouds hang low, brushing the ground and creating a haunting atmosphere. When you breathe in, you taste the ozone that signals an oncoming storm; the air itself is thick with moisture, almost choking you. 

Imagine this wasteland, and how horrible it is.

Now imagine a plain young girl, aged seventeen. Her skin is vaguely tanned and lightly blemished, and almost always cold to the touch. She has dull sandy hair that hangs just past her shoulders. Her face is round and hasn’t quite lost the bright optimism of childhood, dimples adorning her cheeks every time she smiles. She smiles often, but not at others. She smiles at the thoughts in her head, at the little, insignificant things she sees. She smiles at the books she always carries, and at the things she finds on her phone. She smiles, but silently, and unnoticed.

She’s approximately five feet and four inches tall, though oddly it doesn’t seem that way. From the way she dresses, she would seem much smaller; most of her clothes are a bit too large on her, hand-me-downs from an older cousin who just slightly outsizes her. The weight of the books she carries makes her seem shorter and more hunched than she should be. She’s always seemed smaller. She’s never wanted to stand out. 

Do you see her? A regular, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed teenager who fades into the crowd like a ghost. Take her, pull her out of that crowd, and place her in that wasteland. Watch her start, scream in surprise -- there’s a tree where before, there was a classmate. She begins to panic. What is going on? Is she hallucinating? She can’t tell. She’s terrified. She looks around for a long while before trying to walk. Her foot catches on an unseen root, causing her to fall face-first into the mire. As she struggles to her feet, now soaked and muddied, she can’t help but begin to cry out, call for help. Soon those shouts die into quiet sobs as she struggles through the thick terrain. 

She finally realises it’s growing dark and she has no shelter nor warmth, nothing at all. But she doesn’t seem to care. She finds a high, dry area -- or as dry as it can get in a place such as that. She is exhausted, so she collapses there against a tree, which scratches against her skin uncomfortably. It takes her mere seconds to fall asleep, despite her surroundings. 

She doesn’t see as the sky is painted a wonderful lavender, a soft peach, a deep red. She sleeps through the newfound breeze which sweeps away the clouds to show stars and constellations that take unfamiliar shapes and a Cheshire-cat smile of a moon. The night dances by, unseen by her eyes, and the dismal clouds saunter back into the air come morning.

And it is in this morning when the girl, Rachel Allison Ford, is found.

Isobel.

When she heard she was a chosen one, she accepted it entirely. She went with her fate. Her brother, Daelen, had different ideas.

Rachel. 

When she heard about the prophecy she just wondered why the powers that be would have chosen such a mess of a kid to save the world. Turns out, they didn’t.

Sara. 

She spent as much time as she could training to be stronger. She also spent as much time as she could trying to figure out why she was chosen. She didn’t like the answer.

Skip.

“Fuck.”

Describe your OC’s reaction to being told that they are the “Chosen One”

Bright. He was born as a creature of data, essentially a fancy AI, and is always afraid he’ll short-circuit if he so much as touches it. He’s got a human body, though, so he’d be entirely fine. He knows this. He’s still afraid. He’ll figure out how to work past it someday.

Do any of your OCs have fears associated with water? If so, what are they, and what incited their fear?

Hi!

Hi! My name is Ruby Rose, a fantasy fiction writer and current student! I'm a writer who loves writing diverse characters, be it neurodiverse, ethnically diverse, or anything else you can think of! The thing is, growing up in a highly White(TM) area, I'm not given much interaction with the kinds of people I'd like to write. So, I'm taking to Tumblr to get some advice, from real people who are part of the communities I'd like to involve!

I want to learn more about the world around me! At the same time, while learning how to write these people, I'll also learn how to act and interact with the people around me! Don't hesitate to tell me of something I've said that may be offensive or unkind; I'm still learning! But, please, don't be rude or insensitive to me in return. I'm still a person, and I never mean to be, well, mean.

I'd love to get to know people, and to learn more about different cultures and types of people! I hope to hear from a lot of you! Love you all!