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achillesuwu · 4 months

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Well, after many research on ao3 for very specific kind of fic I guess I will have to make my own food.

Hopefully I won’t forget and write the fic but : post canon AU where Arthur, Gwen (*insert awkwardness of Arthur finding out he was in love with Merlin in the last ep and Gwen trying to break the new that she and Leon got married + Lancelot in the background *) and the knights come back but like… 300ish years after their time and like. They get caught with a group of strangers by *insert guys who were ‘just’ doing ‘mildly’ illegal magic things but Arthur &Co walked into it so they caught them*

Anyway, Arthur Gwen and the knights are like stressed + trying to find out what is happening (while being in a cave and chained. What a way to come back to life—)

Meanwhile the others people who got cough a bit after and are now with them are like

Bad dude 1 : *feed up monologue about their mess up work*

Dude 1 : lol

Bad dude 1 : do you wish to die ?!?

Dude 2 : lmao you are such a moron

Arthur, internally : why am I stuck with suicidal people—

Bad dude 2 : how dare you—

Young boy with squire looking clothes but also not really looking like it’s a squire’s clothes : dude, just look *point at a boy* at who it’s

Bad dude 1 & 2 & the rest of the bad dude : ????

Older lady in the background : for goddess’ sake ! The prince, you moron !!!

Arthur & co : ???

Gwen & Leon : *confuse face*

Bad dude 1 :

Bad dude 2 :

Bad dude 3 : when you say the prince you mean —

Another boy : THE prince

The prince in question, last descendant of Gwen & Leon:

Bad dudes :

Dude 1 & 2 : you are so freaking death lol Lord Merlin is going to kick your ass

Gwaine : *mouthing confusingly ‘Merlin’ right behind Arthur*

*door flying open and getting smashed on the wall*

*Insert badass (unwilling) King Regent with eyes glowing who pull out a sword from his heart, blood everywhere, looking totally unbothered as he let the sword fall on the ground and says ‘I will ask one more time. Do you surrender ?’ *

I just think it would be very neat.

Also Merlin had been king regent for like… 130 years. My man want to retire but the 2 first heir just… fucked off to live their lives add the fact that after 60 years people are like ‘another king ??? Wtf that one is very good’ + very few actual heir + magical being not giving a fuck about mortal king and only listening to Ermys and you get an unwilling warlock doing State paperwork for a century

(Arthur new found queerness is making hard to fonction in these conditions)

*this was written at 4 am by a non-native speaker in the middle of his pre-exams session*

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vaporvipermedia · 9 months

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Welcome to My Character Hell

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Heya, my name is Viper but I also go by Jesting. I’m very slow at posting so if you haven’t seen anything in a hot minute, I’m probably just chilling or finding the motivation to create more stuff.

In a nutshell I draw, I write, I create projects at random and I’m just here for a good time.

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༻❝ Fandoms I’m in ❞༺

[Twisted Wonderland, Project Sekai, Jujutsu Kaisen, Madoka Magica, Mob Psycho 100, The Magnus Archives and Dorohedoro]

But this is mostly a Twisted Wonderland Blog.

༻❝ My Original Characters❞༺

Twisted Wonderland:

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[Yuu] Kei Yoshihiko: The “Detective” of Ramshackle

[Twstsona] Blaze: The Wildcard Weapon of Ignihyde

The Sirens: The Singing Muses of Octavinelle

Raizel Petal: The Lovesick “Prince” of Heartslabyul [Soon to be reworked]

Orval Blackwell: The Silver-Tongued Waiter of Octavinelle [Soon to be reworked]

Sullivan Laguna: The Sly Captain of the “Phantom” [Soon to be reworked]

Kai Ramsey: The Loyal Right Hand Man of the “Phantom” [Soon to be reworked]

[RSA OC] Malachi Fotea: The Thrill Seeking Prince of Pelamari [Soon to be reworked]

[RSA OC] Photios Diamandis: The Loyal Heir of the Saphmond Kingdom [Soon to be Reworked]

[Ex-NRC Student] Ermis: The Expelled Demi-God [Soon to be reworked]

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Project Sekai:

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Quarren Scott: “Anomaly Immure’s” Main Singer

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Tags I use most:

#viper update- for updates whether it’s art or personal

#viper is rambling again- so i can go insane and talk about stuff i like and dislike

#viper asks- I ask people stuff and they so kindly answer

#viper answers- People ask me stuff and I so kindly answer

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Mutuals:

@hebidanshi @the-trinket-witch @ice-cweam-sod4 @bunnwich @comingyourlugubriousness @oseathepebble @bloodiegawz@oreoskys @twst-vampire @tunabesimpin @honey-milk-depresso @ellovett

#finally made a masterlist!!!!#if i missed anyone in my mutual tag please let me know!#twisted wonderland #project sekai #prosekai sona #twisted wonderland ocs

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venusandsaturnsrings · 2 months

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ermies… unexpected bills hit and i’m still responsible for driving 5 whole hours on thursday for myself and my friend so… im dropping the link to my kofi here if anyone wants to help out!! regardless of what you send, you can drop a character (genshin, honkai, trigun, or jjk) plus whatever other information you do or don’t want and i’ll write something up for them!! kisses hugs i love you all!! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

#turning into GOO #why does everything cost money??#counting up all the cash i can scrape together and whimpering #this wouldn’t be so stressful if i wasn’t responsible for a whole other human being #like cancelling on myself?? very upsetting but i can cope (through tears)#but i just… can’t do this to them #not fair #not to sound like i’m begging but #iiii don’t wanna get stranded #me me me!

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huntinglove · 2 months

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Hiya!! ❤️? And 💌 for any applicable ship!

Hi hi!! Thank you so much for the ask!!

❤️: How popular is you x your F/O? Are you a rarepair?

Sir Pentious and Eris is mildly popular, mostly because both of them are technically side characters, so they don't have a lot of screentime, but the fans love making fanfics and art of the two!!

Simon and Ocean Princess is very popular, because she's the comfort that he deserves after all the things he's been put through! Most of the stories and art people make of them is very angsty

Napstablook and Ermy are a bit unpopular, mostly because they're both very small parts of the game! But fans love drawing and writing the two being shy around each other

Zebruh and [redacted] is insanely popular, their dynamic is interesting and funny, plus it gives him some hope of becoming a better person! Bonus points for the tension between her and Marvus too

💌: How would your dynamic be portrayed? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?

Sir Pentious and Eris would mostly be portrayed as always wholesome and gentle, but in reality they both have very conflicting emotions about morality. Eris is far more vindictive and protective while Pentious is firm but kind on the inside.

Plus the dynamic between Eris and her father makes it so she's always torn between pleasing her father or bettering herself

People like to have them help each other become stronger in different ways, plus they both gain more confidence the more they spend time with one another!

Simon and Ocean Princess would be considered slightly toxic, which isn't the case at all!

Even if Simon struggles with how he expressed himself and with all the things from his past that haunt him, he still loves Ocean Princess as much as he possibly can.

She is willing to leave absolutely everything behind to take care of him and he's eternally grateful to her because of it!

Zebruh and [redacted] is considered abusive by a lot of fans but in reality she genuinely loves and adores everything about him! She's spoiled rotten by him, even if his personality isn't always stable or sweet

#✯ lovely asks

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cvbullshit · 6 months

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Heaven, Inc.

As a brilliant light shines within a cloudy area, a man holds the light within his hands before sending it off. Past the golden bridges, past a shining lake, as the light moves, the area around it becomes less bright despite nothing changing. The light then slowly forms as a angelic being is created, spreading it's wings before letting them fold in. It takes a deep breath and lands, opening it's eyes. It looks around in awe... Before that awe becomes confusion. It's... An office building? The angel blinks and rubs it's eyes, "Wait..." It says out loud before looking confused at the ground, "What's an office?" It asks, dumbfounded.

"Ah! The new worker!" Another angel says, going close to the new seedling. The angel looked as if it was too uptight and smart for it's own good, it's bronze framed glasses were too dull to shine yet it had a very outgoing way of speaking. It quickly moves to the new angel and begins pulling it along with it, "Now, dear, my name is Dana and I'd like to wholeheartedly welcome you to Heaven! To your way of living- AND! Your new job!" It said with a smile on it's face, it's eyes not having opened once despite them moving around and facing directions just fine. "Dana...? Isn't that?" The new angel begins to speak, before being interrupted by Dana, "A more humanish name? Yes, I know! Our lord sort of started running out of ideas!" It responded, laughing a bit while dragging the new angel with it, "Now what's your name dear?" It asked, tilting it's head in an impatient manner. "I'm... Erm... I-" It began to say, before being interrupted once more, "Ermi? Perfect! Now, I'm going to need you to sign here, here, and here- Oh! Don't forget there!" Dana said, pulling out a golden colored piece of paper and practically shoving it into Ermi's face, "Once you sign, you'll be ready to go!" Dana finished before dragging Ermi past a opening that led to some worker cubicals and desks. "Wait! Wait!" Ermi spoke up quickly, sputtering and not getting any of it's questions out for a moment, "How do I know what an office is?!" It's voice could be heard asking.

An angel peaked out from the opening that the two angels passed by, sitting in a chair and looking slightly confused, "What's with the new guy??" It asked. Soon, another one across from it spoke up, "Oh uh, the guy in the basement got sent to Hell, I think." It responded. The first angel groaned, "Ughhhhh! What did they even do?! Let me guess- Messed up the flow by questioning why things are the way they are??" It said, saying so in a mocking voice that sounded a bit like Dana's. "Ebel." The second angel said in a warning tone, giving Ebel a look. Ebel sighs, "Tch, not sorry, you know how I feel about that sort of thing." Ebel grumbled, looking away and crossing it's arms, "Mm- No." The second angel said, checking their notepad before writing something down, "I was going to say, at least wait a bit before you mock Dana. Dana literally just past our door." It said, pointing to the opening with it's pen and looking up at Ebel. Ebel glances to the opening and shrugged, leaning back in it's chair and setting it's feet on the desk, "Oh well, Dana can kiss my sorry ass." It retorts in a uncaring manner. Another angel passed by Ebel and it's companion, smirking childishly while holding a stack of papers, "Ooooo!~ Ebel said a bad word again!~" The angel teased before going to it's desk that was behind Ebel's companion, setting the papers down with a hefty huff. "Oh, can it, Tili, I hear you cuss like a sailor under your breath!" Ebel spat back, quickly shifting it's feet off the desk with a stomp as it leans forward and places it's arm onto the desk instead, it's posture a bit aggressive. "Asher, control our bestie, will you?" Tili commanded in a snarky yet playful manner. Asher sighs, "Tili, stop messing with Ebel, you know they're in a bad mood today." Asher said in a slightly drained tone before looking at Ebel, "And Ebel, you need to relax, okay? I'm saying that for your own good so you don't end up pissing off the wrong angelic beings!" It said in a stern tone.

Ebel groans in annoyance, "I do that on the daily by simply existing!" It complains. "No. You do that on the daily because you won't shut up about your thoughts and ideas- OR your constantly snarky remarks about other angels or the system!" Asher retorted in an even more stern way. "Tch, so what? Angels are only so pissy about that sort of thing because-" Ebel began another mock voice for Dana, "Mr. The lord, the great, our creator forbids this and that, your thoughts and questions, because he's sooo much better than THAT!" It said, putting it's hands on it's hips.

"Indeed he IS much better than that sort of display, Ebel!" Dana said, slightly offendedly, but still with a smile, now behind Ebel. Ebel gains a drained and annoyed look on it's face as it slowly turns it's head towards Dana, looking at it silently before giving Dana a forced and fake grin, "Dana. I missed you. So glad you could check up on me right when I longed for your existence." Ebel said sarcastically. "Not doing your work AND goofing off on the job, Ebel? Tsk, tsk! Always the same with you!" Dana said, writing down something on it's clipboard. "I think that's because all we do is work but fuck my idea, right?" Ebel comments, looking away and mumbling. "Indeed! You all do nothing but work, just like you're told! Well.. Most of you." Dana said, looking at the others before glancing to Ebel, "Which is why- Hoorah! Our lord has finally gotten to the office wide request of giving you all breaks! Even though, none of us really need any of that, do we? But your little minds just don't care about our.. Infinite energy that keeps us going forever!" It says in a passive aggressive tone, giggling a bit, "Oh, just to hold up schedule! Mhmhmhm!" Dana hummed as it wrote more down on it's clipboard, though more aggressively.

"To celebrate this, you all get to have your break... Now!" Dana continued before leaning towards Ebel and pointing it's pen at it, "Apart from you! Due to your lackluster performance today and your little impression of myself, you will be going down to the basement to do some of your undone work from the past week! Doesn't that sound fun?" It asked. Ebel blinks and goes wide eyed, "Wh- That's not fair!" Ebel spat, now angry. Dana leans back and walks out of the room, "Nothing is fair for the rude, you know this, Ebel!" It said before completely leaving. Ebel watched Dana leave before heavily leaning back in it's chair and groaning loudly.

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chelzone · 1 year

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okay im done sleepin in, plans for today

• draw and design a couple more school faculty characters. this time it'll be a woolly mammoth and art teacher named Ermis, and a moonrat and music teacher named Jonna. they are also married to each otherrr

• finish writing my next short story, Scarlet Wires. gotta do scenes 7 and 8 before its over

no video recording tonight, im enjoying my break from it still

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ermine-writer · 2 years

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dont forget when luisa is crying after the dinner and augustin goes after her to comfort her :(

This was technically in response to me calling Luisa a Daddy's Girl. But since a few people pointed out that scene, I totally took it as a prompt.

So, here's what happened after Luisa ran off after dinner and Agustín followed her. NOT romantic, familial. I tried to context clues all the Spanish so you don't need it to get it if that makes sense.

Luisa was maybe, only maybe, a bit of a Papí’s girl. She loved her entire family, that was one of her main characteristics, but her papá had a special place in her heart. One of her first memories was sitting on his lap and banging on the piano keys while he told her it was beautiful. And him dancing with her in his arms or being carried on his shoulders.

Maybe she was a total Papí’s girl.

Strained wasn’t the right word for their current relationship because she knew she could just walk up to him and start talking and her Papá would make time for her. Except she was busy and he was probably also busy. Even if that sounded like a really weak excuse given everything she knew about her family and her papá, it was the only excuse she had so she was sticking to it!

So when her gift started flickering, fading, failing she didn’t stop to think about talking to any of her family members. She just pretended it wasn’t and worked “twice as hard” like Abuela had instructed, because Luisa was the strong one and she could do this. Then her hermanita found her, made her actually talk about her feelings for the first time in a long time, and she’d felt better but also not. Because she knew on a fundamental level that breaks were good, music had pauses for a reason but also the donkeys needed to be corralled and the river needed to be rerouted and the church needed to be moved and and and-

The donkeys were heavy.

Heavy like nothing she could imagine. Heavy like 14 years of constant improvement for nothing. Heavy like her entire sense of purpose was gone in a blink with no fanfare or extravagance just gone.

The river and tilted houses and all the bricks or such were forgotten in an instant because if donkeys were heavy there was no use trying to do anything else. She couldn’t do anything else. She wasn’t anything else. Being The Strong One was all she had. It was all she was, had ever been or would ever be. That was it. And without it?

Without it she was running to Casita sobbing and overwhelmed. Too many feelings battling for dominance and leaving Luisa the loser. She vaguely noted running past her mamá in the kitchen and Abuela y Mirabel in the hall on her way to faceplant on her bed and sob until she had to drag herself out of bed for Isabela’s dinner. Luisa knew how important it was so she could wrangle her feelings and stop crying long enough for her hermana to have what should be one of the best days of her life.

Except that Abuela Guzmán asked Luisa to bring the piano and she’d never really refused a request so she got up, crying into her hands, having to drag it all the way to the dining room and was this how “normal” people felt? Was this what Mirabel felt like? Because this was awful and horrible and she couldn’t even move a piano so she was basically worthless and the entire night was ruined and awful and she’s a total loser and going back to her room because it was finally over.

“Luisa? Can I come in?” The door creaked open, moments after she’d slammed it and flopped onto her bed. No. He could not come in. No one should come in because everything was awful and she wanted to be alone and cry and sob in peace. But her bed was dipping and a hand was rubbing her shoulder. “Ay, Luisa, háblame. Quiero ayudar.” She shook her head, trying to suffocate herself with the pillow. Helping was the problem, she couldn’t help without her gift. And if she couldn’t help she was useless. The End. That’s the full story.

But apparently her papá was in a helping mood because she could feel him shifting on the bed, getting more comfortable and kicking his feet up, his hand kept rubbing her back.

“Take all the time you need,” he said. Which really only made her cry more and that was proof he should just leave her here to cry and suffer alone.

“What if I take forever?” She muttered into the pillow, halfway sobbing and feeling nothing like the 19-year-old mujer she was supposed to be and every bit the niña her papí used to rock to sleep. He hummed somewhere above her.

“Then I suppose forever I shall wait,” he said. She choked on a watery laugh, shifting so one eye could peek out at him. “Not so bad, waiting forever. Just sitting here con mi hija, drying her tears porque she is not a loser.” He smirked down at her and Luisa chuckled again, shifting her pillow to his lap so she could be comfortable while she suffocated. He took that as an opportunity to rub her back and neck and they sat in silence for a while. It was… nice. Even if they could hear Tía Pepa thundering outside and Isabela was probably off somewhere wishing Mirabel was never born and Abuela was definitely very stressed out- Luisa didn’t think about any of it. Her family could handle their own burdens for a few minutes while she came to grips with the fact that her life as she knew it was over and she was as helpful as a spoon with a hole in it.

“Papí… I’m losing my gift,” she whispered. So different from shouting it at Abuela and Mirabel earlier, as she was just realizing the implications. Now, she knew it. It was coming true. Her gift was fading, she was losing her strength.

“Well gift or no gift you’re still a part of this familia and you’re still special,” he said. Which, of course he did. Luisa had heard them say it to Mirabel enough times growing up but this was different. Mirabel never had one. She and Papí couldn’t understand what it was like to lose something they’d never had. It probably sucked to not have one, but it was different! “Even without a gift, you’d be the strongest Madrigal. You’d still be my daughter. One of the best musicians in the Encanto. Blue Crayon Scribble Number 7 is still an amazing piece.” Luisa had to sit up to laugh, choking back tears and coughing while she did.

“We both know Red Crayon Scribble 5 was best,” she retorted, sniffling and rolling her eyes at Papí. He paused to think before kissing her cheek.

“You know what? I think you’re right.” She flopped her head on his shoulder, still sniffling but smiling. He continued rubbing her back till the sniffles died down and then he kissed her forehead.

“Luisa, en serio, even if you lose your gift we’ll still love you. You’ll still be you. You’ll still be my amazing daughter who helps everyone and is so hard-working.” That brought fresh tears to Luisa’s eyes. She didn’t want to lose her gift, but it was nice to know at the very least nothing would change with Papí. Even if she never really expected it to, it was nice to hear aloud.

“Gracias Papí,” she said, not bothering to pick her head up but wrapping him in a hug, then slowly sliding down back to her pillow in his lap. “Pero… ¿Quédate conmigo… por favor?” She whispered into the pillow because all her feelings weren’t fighting anymore but she was tired and the idea still hurt and she didn’t want to be alone.

“Ay, I said forever, didn’t I?” he said. She smiled.

#Encanto #encanto spoilers #luisa madrigal #agustin madrigal #agustín madrigal #encanto fanfic #Ermi writes

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nebulaleaf · 3 years

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i wish chat noir / adrien was from literally any other series

#i enjoy his character immensely but #idk what the but is actually #i guess ml's writing just isnt for me #i watched a video essay on the new york special and that at least sounds good but Ermie #not watching the show #just for hime

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buttersome · 4 years

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girl oh my god? pages has a dark mode??? girl oh my GOD??? OH MY GOD GIRL??? EVERYTHING IS GOING GREAT FOR ME TONIGHT HATERS DONT INTERACT

#WOOOOOOWWWWWWWW #ermis talks #found out im doing my 3 week training from HOME!!!!!#can i get a HECK YEEAAHHH #listening to my jams #kitty cat cozy by my feet #writing nonsense i havent had the energy to write in yeaRS #WOW!!!!#its gonna suck when real life kicks in lol

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perhelion-blog · 4 years

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Tag Dump; ignore.

☽. aphelios (ic) ☽. perhelios (ooc) ☽. asteria (headcanon) ☽. komitis (aesthetics) ☽. fengari (writing) ☽. kronos (art) ☽. ermis (answered) ✰. parthenos (prompt) ✰. Ichthis (anonymous)

#tag dump

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scriptflorist · 6 years

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(Character Two!)

Name; Merlih Lightseeker

Nickname; Mer

Birthplace; Silvermoon, a grand and magical city

Dwelling Place; A cabin in the woods outside of Silvermoon

How do they Live; With her ‘mate’ Ermis, they spar and cause good natured trouble in the city, collecting interesting items, baubles and trinkets, or fighting on the war front when able

Appearance; Mer is a tiny little thing, very small and petite. She has her fair share of scars but is very animated and is often compared to a doll. Her facial features are a bit gaunt, but very expressive. Pouts a lot. Her hair is wild and red and tangled and curly and floats about, just past her shoulders, catching light in a manner that makes it glow almost. She has an eye patch for her right eye, a scar digging from her brow down to the middle of her cheek. Five scars tear through her neck. Fingers are dainty and slender, moving quickly. She seems to dance when she moves. Good eye is big and glows an icy blue.

What’s in their bag/pockets; A book on common hand signs, a few maps, ink and quill, lots of paper and a journal, some pretty rocks, a knife, some pretty necklaces, a small tiki doll, a small ship carved from wood, a few claws with engravings.

Species; Blood Elf (Risen from the dead as a death knight)

Species features; Long pointy ears, glowing blue icy eyes, unnatural strength, unholy magic, pale skin

Name of Siblings; Illinoria (Younger Sister, doesn’t really remember, but has accepted that they are family)

Bond Family; Celenil (Took care of her, inseparable until he suddenly abandoned her, she’s still reeling) Faltora (best friend, climbs him because he is big and tall and she likes to see things from way up there) Kortin (pseudo father figure, they dance together, teaches her manners) Eren (pseudo brother figure, is very nice) Valifearun (Leader, like a grandfather, encourages her to embrace unholy powers and spread destruction) Echelon (friend before and after death, but she doesn’t know this, views him as a protector and superior)

Family History; Mer knows none of her own personal history before death- She was a holy paladin and when she returned from the war her family demanded that she do more and more and more, and that her duties to her people were unfinished. She fled home and set out traveling, making maps and exploring the world. She was killed in Northrend after a ship wreck and raised as an unholy soldier with no memory and no voice, her throat having been ripped out. She was taught the bare basics, how to take orders and how to kill. She was very good at these things, muscle memory of fresh war experience leading to ease in combat. She quickly became very skilled, picking up a few other things along the side such as a broken way of writing and map making once more. She and Celenil spent years and years isolated from the world before he took her to Silvermoon and instructed for her to wait for him there. This was her first real interaction with polite society. Celenil returned a few times before ultimately abandoning her. In Silvermoon she met the Frostbound, a collection of other Death Knights and a few living people; among their ranks were Kortin, Faltora and Eren. They were led by Valifearun. Kortin noticed her seeming lost in the city and took her under his wing, teaching her sign language and how to greet others.

Favourite colour; pink

Favourite Food; any dessert

Favourite place to be; The battle field, Northrend with the Snow or anywhere with Ermis

Personality; Mer is often taken to be innocent and naive, many people consider her a child and a terrible tragedy. While she is a bit of all those things, and genuinely doesn’t quite understand social interaction, she often uses their more rose coloured views of her to manipulate others into getting what she wants. She’s got a penchant for trouble and is constantly taking things, pouting them into her possession when one initially objects. Merlih is straight forward, curious and blunt, she doesn’t beat around any bushes when it comes to asking questions and wanting information. She’s obedient and follows orders to a tee, as long as whoever is giving them is commanding enough in tone and appearance.

Misc; She’s mute and has no memory of her previous life. Childishly selfish unless Ermis’s feelings are involved.

Hello again Fia!

Let's just jump right into it shall we?

Birthplace: Silvermoon, a grand and magical city

geranium (silver-leaf) – recall

moonwort – forgetfulness

silver-weed – simplicity

Dwelling Place: A cabin in the woods outside of Silvermoon

magnolia – love of nature, dignity, nobility, perseverance

persimon – bury me amid nature's beauties

Based on how they live

achillea millefolia – war

bay tree – glory

bay (wreath) – reward of merit

bladder nut tree – frivolity, amusement

celandine – joys to come, future joy

chrysanthemum (chinese) – cheerfulness under adversity

cineraria – always delightful

copihue – there is no unalloyed good

freesia – lasting friendship, innocence, trust

glycine – your friendship is pleasing and agreeable to me

grass (quaking) – frivolity

indian cress – warlike trophy, resignation

There are no flowers directly meaning small so I opted for tiny flowers and small versions of flowers, some of these come in big and in small

baby's breath – everlasting love, innocence, pure of heart

bell flower – gratitude, indiscretion, acknowledgement,

bell flower (small white) – gratitude

bindweed (small) – humility, captivation

blue bell – constancy, sorrowful, regret, humility, gratitude

cape marigold (small) – omen

carnation – disdain, pride, alas! for my poor heart

carnation (purple) – capriciousness

carnation (red) – my heart breaks, my heart aches for you, admiration

carnation (solid colour) – yes

carnation (striped) – refusal, I cannot be with you, no, sorry I can't be with you, wish I could be with you

carnation (white) – sweet and lovely, innocence, pure love, woman's good luck gift

carnation (yellow) – disdain, rejection, disappointment

clover (purple) – providence

clover (red) – industry

clover (white) – think of me

euphorbia – persistence

forget-me-not – forget me not, true love, memories

hortensia – you are cold, carelessness

hydrangea – (a) boaster, heartlessness, you are cold, dispassion, thank you for understanding, frigidity

meanings of jasmine

verbena – sensibility

verbena (scarlet) – unite against evil, church unity

verbena (white) – pray for me

Based on appearance

acacia (rose) – elegance, friendship

amaryllis – timidity, splendid beauty, pride, haughtiness

camellia (red) – unpretending excellence

camellia (white) – perfected loveliness, adoration

cherry tree (white) – deception

diosma – your simple elegance charms me

fleur-de-lis – flame, I burn

fraxinella – fire

hibiscus – delicate beauty, consumed by love, beauty is vain

jasmine (yellow) – grace and elegance

justicia – the perfection of female loveliness

lily (eucharis) – maiden charms

mistletoe – I climb to greatness, I surmount (all) difficulties, I will rise above all, parasite, kiss me, affection, difficulties

orchid – a belle, refined beauty

peach – your qualities like your charms are unequalled

pink (indian double) – always lovely

pyrus japonica – (the) faerie’s fire

rose (acacia) – elegance

rose (daily) – thy smile I aspire to

rose (multiflora) – many charms, grace

rose (musk, cluster) – charming

sweet flag – grace, fitness

some pretty rocks

rock rose – safety

unholy magic

angelica – magic, inspiration

bittersweet nightshade – truth

black bryony – support, be my support

blackberry – envy

catchfly (night-flowering) – night

cereus (night-blooming) – transient beauty

convolvulus (blue, minor) – repose, night

convolvulus (night) – night

ebony – blackness

enchanter's nightshade – spell, fascination, witchcraft, sorcery

fern – magic, sincerity, fascination, confidence, shelter

geranium (night-smelling) – melancholy spirit

laburnum – blackness, pensive beauty, forsaken

mulberry (black) – I shall not survive you, devotedness

nightshade – scepticism, truth, dark thoughts, falsehood

nightshade (deadly) – falsehood

poplar (black) – courage

Favourite colour: pink

camellia (pink) – longing

carnation (pink) – I'll/I will never forget you, woman's love

convolvulus (pink) – worth sustained by judicious and tender affection

hyacinth (pink) – playful joy

larkspur (pink) – larkspur

rose (dark pink) – thankfulness

rose (pale pink) – grace, joy

rose (pink) – grace, perfect happiness, secret love, sweetness, indecision

verbena (pink) – family union

Favourite Food: any dessert

balm (gentle) – sweets of social intercourse, joke, joking, pleasantry

basil (sweet) – good wishes

carnation (white) – sweet and lovely, innocence, pure love, woman's good luck gift

coltsfoot (sweet-scented) – maternal care, justice, justice shall be done, we will do you justice

gentian (closed) – sweet be thy dreams

honeyflower – love sweet and secret, sweet, secret love, generous affection, sweetness of disposition, speak low if you speak love

lily of the valley – sweetness, tears of the virgin mary, happiness, humility, return of happiness, the heart withering in secret, modesty

lily (white) – sweetness, purity, virginity, majesty, it's heavenly to be with you, youth

mallow – sweetness, sweet disposition, beneficence, mildness, delicate beauty

meadowsweet – uselessness

narcissus – stay as sweet as you are, egotism, self-love, selfishness

periwinkle – sweet remembrance, sweet memories, tender recollections, pleasing remembrances, early recollections, pleasure of memories

periwinkle (blue) – sweet remembrance, early friendship, pleasures of memory

scabiosa (sweet) – widowhood

sultan (white) – sweetness

sweet bay – treachery

sweet sultan – happiness, felicity

sweet william – finesse, childhood, gallantry, scorn, grant me one smile

sweetbrier (american) – simplicity

sweetbrier (european) – imagination, poetry, I wound to heal

sweetbrier (yellow) – decrease of love

sweet pea – departure, delicate pleasures, goodbye, blissful pleasure, thank you for a lovely time

tussilage (sweet-scented) – justice shall be done, you shall have justice

violet (sweet-scented) – modesty

Based on personality

baby's breath – innocence, pure of heart, everlasting love

borage – bluntness, rudeness

buttercup – childishness, ingratitude, cheerfulness, I wish I was rich, riches, desire for riches

coronilla – success crown your wishes

daisy – innocence, beauty, loyal love, I'll never tell, purity

daisy (white) – innocence

gerbera – innocence

ivy (tendril around bouquet) – may I, I desire

lilac (white) – youthful innocence, youth

orange blossom – innocence, eternal love, marriage, fruitfulness, your purity equals your loveliness, chastity

osier – frankness

pink (musk) – childishness

rose (coral) – desire

rose (white) – innocence, purity, humility, I am worthy of you, secrecy, silence, a heart unacquainted with love, I would be single, too young to love

withy – frankness

Misc

syringa – memory, fraternal love/regard

- Mod Jana

Disclaimer

This blog is intended as writing advice only. This blog and its mods are not responsible for accidents, injuries or other consequences of using this advice for real world situations or in any way that said advice was not intended.

#victorian flower language #flowers for characters #merlih #ask answered #mod jana #submission

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canadiangold · 6 years

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Tagged by @ermeline-grillbean, thanks Ermie!

1ST RULE: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

i feel like i know most of you pretty much well enough... if you wanna do this though go for it and pretend i tagged you

2ND RULE: Bold the statements that are true!

APPEARANCE: I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo - I have at least one piercing - I have blonde (-ish) hair - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY: I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY: I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least two people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES: I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of Martial arts.

EXPERIENCES: I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport (if non-competitive-level esports count, yeah) - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands’ concerts

MY LIFE: I have one person that I consider to be my best friend - I live relatively close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smartphone- I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RANDOM: I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

#about me #tag game #thanks for the tag Ermie!!

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ermine-writer · 2 years

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Triplets!

@pippanther you asked for triplets so let's go. Triplets meeting Agustín as Julieta's 'not-quite' boyfriend for the first time!!

This was supposed to be short but I got into it, so uh, hope you enjoy.

Pepa loved her sister. And her brother and her Mamá, obviously. But she definitely loved her sister, not more than the other two, obviously. But Julieta never handled Pepa, she asked how she was doing and always tried to make her feel better. Mamá just said "you have a cloud" or "Pepa the wind!" and never really asked how she was, unless she was all out crying or hurt but Pepa had big feelings so normally she just needed someone to listen. That someone normally being Julieta. Even Bruno could get a little freaked out, the wind would blow his rats around and his sand would get everywhere.

But Julieta was never like that. Julieta would offer her an arepa and then Pepa would sit on the kitchen counter kneading beating dough into submission and Julieta would listen to whatever she said. Nodding and humming when she was supposed to, calling other people the crazy one and agreeing that Félix was definitely hitting on her and not just "being friendly". Eventually the storm would calm and Julieta would have dinner ready and Mamá would be ecstatic to eat in a dry dining room and Bruno with his rats hidden under his ruana would slip into his chair.

That's how things worked. Pepa knew it. She liked it. She liked familiar things. She liked knowing what to expect. She even liked Bruno's gift because it let her prepare for things to come. And that's why she was in Bruno's room. Because Julieta was acting weird all morning and when Pepa visited her stall in town, she'd been rushed away with a call of "Talk later!" so Julieta could fish a man out of the fountain and it was all very strange. Pepa didn't really like strange.

Bruno's vision showed them all having dinner, but there was an extra seat at the table? Okay, they have visitors all the time, and there wasn't anyone sitting in the chair or even standing by the chair?? They all looked the same age as they do now so it had to be soon. But the thing with Bruno's visions is that they don't come with a date or any context. He had that look he always had when he wished he had more to tell someone, or something different to say so Pepa thanked him and they went downstairs where Mamá was making dinner because Julieta was still in town.

She put them to work immediately, fixing dinner and setting the table. Casita's door slammed open and Julieta, 'calm-and-collected-healer-of-the-town' Julieta was skidding across the floor so hard she bounced off one of the pillars. She popped up, righting herself as hair slipped from her braided bun all around her face, her dress was wet and dirty along the bottom, she was missing a shoe. Chest heaving and trying to smooth the stray hairs around her face, she straightened her dress.

"Mamá," her voice cracked, her siblings looked at each other in confusion. Julieta cleared her throat. "Can, um, can a guest come to dinner? Tonight? As in, in the next few minutes, tonight tonight?" Mamá looked at the healer as she stirred a pot. A slow glance up and down then back to the pot.

"Get cleaned up, mija," Julieta deflated, starting for the stairs and while her back was turned Mamá smiled at the other two. "Y mijo, set an extra place at the table," she said. Julieta full on squealed, pumping her fists in the air and nothing short of flying up the stairs and into her room. Even Mamá chuckled and went back to cooking.

Just as the food was ready, Julieta was screaming from the balcony for Pepa to come upstairs. She finished pouring water into the glasses on the table, and went up, slightly concerned to see her even keeled sister so erratic. Julieta had changed into what Pepa knew to be her favorite dress, it was navy blue and was a little big so it hung off one shoulder and dragged a little but hugged her waist really nicely and had pretty purple waves embroidered on it. It had been a birthday gift from Pepa and Bruno. But the dress was beside the point because her sister dragged her into the room with all the strength of a hurricane.

"Pepa, my hair." Julieta sobbed. Pepa put her hands to her mouth in concern, Julieta had a comb in one hand, and very poofy hair practically floating around her head.

"Juli," she couldn't even think of the right question as she pried the comb from her sister's hand and forced her to sit in front of the mirror. She'd combed out all her curls and what remained was a little too frizzy for salvation or a bun. Pepa hesitantly started to part it, maybe she could put it into two asymmetrical braids and put a bow on the end? Julieta had tears in her eyes as she watched her sister begin to braid the right side.

"So who's this special dinner guest?" Bruno appeared in the doorway, closing it behind him and locking eyes with Pepa when he saw how fluffy Julieta's hair looked. She bugged her eyes back and went back to carefully braiding one side. Julieta's face immediately flushed and she went to tug at one of the curls near her face before Pepa shooed her hand away.

"Be helpful," Pepa hissed, handing the end of the braid to Bruno to hold as she started on the lower left third of Julieta's hair.

"N-no one im-important. Just-just a friend from town. He- his, uh, Mamá is making his favorite food for dinner so I invited him." She was avoiding their eyes in the mirror but her siblings locked eyes over her head.

"So there's a 'him' now?" Bruno drawled. If possible, Julieta's face flushed even more, she opened her mouth but no sound came out. Pepa passed Bruno the finished braid and went over to Julieta's dresser for a ribbon to match her dress.

"You're one to talk about 'him now'?" Julieta snarked, lightly hitting her brother as Pepa came back to tie the bow. Julieta immediately jumped up, dusting off her dress and scrutinizing the braids before hugging Pepa and starting for the door. She stopped with her hand on it.

"Okay okay, because I know you two. Yes, there's a him. Yes, he's coming to dinner," she said narrowing her eyes at the other two and setting her hands on her hips. "But no, you can't do anything! Or-or I won't feed your for a week! No! A whole month! A-A-" her siblings just hugged her, smirking behind her back. "I'm not kidding!"

"Alright, alright. We get it." Pepa said.

"No shenanigans." Bruno agreed.

Julieta had her eyes narrowed but nonetheless nodded and led the way downstairs. Mamá was already sitting at the head of the table and there was a knock on the door. Julieta glared, shoving her siblings towards the dining room so she could open the door. Her siblings sat, intentionally on opposite sides of the table, as Julieta walked back in with Agustín, beaming at him, and glaring at her siblings. She let Agustín sit next to Bruno as she sat next to Pepa. "You're not clever," Julieta hissed but Pepa was smiling her nicest smile and Mamá was already making polite conversation.

Dinner was peaceful. Pretty soon Pepa forgot this was supposed to be strange and that she wasn't supposed to like it. Agustín was kinda funny and he made Julieta and Mamá laugh which was no easy feat so Pepa liked him a little more. She'd known him, of course. He was always at Julieta's stall because he was always broken in one way or another, usually bee stings, but it seemed like he'd been around every day since forever so having him for dinner wasn't new. But the way Julieta was acting was definitely new. And if his nervous chuckles and refusal to look at Julieta when she was looking at him was anything to go by then, something had changed.

"Pepa, the fog. You're foggy," Mamá said and Pepa chuckled nervously, waving an empty plate around to clear the fog. Bruno kicked her under the table, they locked eyes. His eyes shifted to Agustín, then back to her then over her head then to Julieta then her then finally Mamá. Ohhhh! A perfect plan. She nodded once. "Excuse me a moment," Mamá said, looking at Bruno and Pepa with a raised brow and oh, she was definitely in on it. A rat scurried under the table, across Pepa's foot and she yelped, a bolt of lightning striking Agustín's hand. He yelped and Julieta was immediately on her feet. Something about "her room" and "be right back" and then she was gone, out of the dining room in a blink.

The remaining Madrigal's grinned.

"So?" "You and Julieta?" "Best healer in town." "Clumsiest kid in town." "Sounds perfect?" "A little too perfect."

They leaned into his face and Agustín's eyes bugged as he raised his hands in surrender.

"It's not like that. She's just funny and really sweet and-"

"Would you run into a burning building for her?"

"Sí."

"Fight a jaguar?"

"I could try?"

"Flee your hometown with your entire life on your back and ultimately sacrifice yourself for her and your baby to live with no hesitation?"

"Sí."

"Be a Madrigal and take care of this community?"

"Absolutely."

"Never make her cry because if you do you'll have to answer to me and my brother y nuestro Mamá?

"And Mamá can make you disappear so-"

"Sí." He put his hands down, looking the siblings in the eye. "Mira, I've known Julieta for pretty much my entire life. She's an amazing healer yes. That's undeniable, her gift is amazing. But she's amazing. When she's talking to the kids in town or dealing with an angry client or anything she does it with this smile on her face. And she's so careful and gentle and kind and loving. Mira, she may not love me and who knows exactly what our future is? Aside, from Bruno, of course. But, the point it, I promise, I want to keep that smile on her face for as long as I can. If that's till the end of dinner or the end of our lives, I'll take it."

Pepa huffed into her seat, Bruno slowly nodded and sat, patting Agustín on his shoulder. "Ay, so mushy. ¡Tan dulce!" Pepa pretended to gag but she was smiling.

"Alright, if Pepa approves there's not much I can do," Bruno said. Then he tightened his grip on Agustín's shoulder and his eyes glowed. "But I can see the future and if I ever see my sister crying over you, I'll let Pepa go full Old Testament God on you, okay?" Agustín nodded, eyes wide just in time for Bruno's eyes to stop glowing and the missing Madrigals to return. Julieta handed him an empanada.

"I know they're your favorite," she whispered as she adjusted her chair and tucked an imaginary hair behind her ear. Mamá smiled as the burn healed itself.

"So, what did we miss?"

#encanto #madrigal family #madrigal triplets #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #abuela madrigal #encanto fanfic #Ermi writes

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