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indaysinaya · 1 year

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Chapter 9- Maria Isabella Salvacion de Silva

ALREN

Having successfully delivered our pick-up to her new home, Gab and I make our way out of the residential area, walking toward the common are about a few kilometers out.

Then I remember something. I stop dead in my tracks, facing Gab, who looks at me quizzically.

“What?” she asks.

“We forgot to tell Amilyn about her roommate,” I reveal.

Gab thinks about it for a few seconds, then sighs.

“Ah bon, une petite erreur. I’m sure she can sort herself out,” she says.

“Hmm, you’re right. Oh well, I guess that part couldn’t be helped. I hope she got a nice roomie though. Things are better with a nice roomie.”

“She will have a good roommate, kalangitan allow. No need to worry about her. Now, we should hurry.”

“Yeah, let’s get going.”

We continue to walk.

Goodluck, Amilyn. I hope you have fun here, I silently say. The kid could use some well wishes after all.

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AMILYN

“Uhh…hi?” I tentatively say to the surprise guest.

Well, seeing as she got here first, I think I’m the guest in this situation. She must have been surprised to have someone barge in on her while she is sleeping. I know I would if I were in her shoes.

The girl looks at me as if calculating her options. With my luck, she could decide to dice me up before I am even allowed to explain why I’m here, not that I’d do a good job explaining anyway.

I look at her expectantly, deciding that I’m better off not talking, hoping that I’m skilled enough in ocular communication to convey that I am in no way a threat to her existence.

I carefully inspect her. The girl looks about my age, a bit taller than me, and also much skinnier. She has a pair of large, round, brown eyes, a small, rather flat nose, and a pair of thin lips. Her skin is on the darker side of brown. Her hair is…a light shade of black? Maybe a little orange?

Oh, it’s brown!

Wait, brown? I thought she would have blue hair like me. I thought everyone would have blue hair.

Anyway, I don’t think it’s a good time to ask, seeing as she’s still appraising me.

Finally, she nods, as if arriving at a decision. I hope it’s one that is favorable to me.

She stands, popping her neck as she goes like a trained gangsta about to wallop me whole. I instinctively inch back.

“English?” she finally asks.

Her accent sounds neutral, almost absent. She could be from anywhere and lost her native language’s inflection.

“Uhh…yes, English,” I reply, glad that the first topic we come to is not which part of my body I’m willing to part with.

The girl nods. She extends a hand.

“Welcome to Pinag-adlawan. My name is Maria Isabella Salvacion de Silva. You can call me Mary. I guess we can both safely guess that we’re roommates,” she says.

I take her hand, shaking it vigorously.

“Amilyn Verity, pleasure to meet you,” I reply.

“Well Amilyn, feel free to settle down. I already took the left side, I hope you don’t mind. Sorry for my reaction, I wasn’t expecting anyone to arrive in the middle of the night,” she says, stifling a yawn.

“No it’s fine. I also wasn’t expecting anyone to be here. Sorry for surprising you,” I reply.

“Ayos lang. I mean…it’s okay. Sit down, I’m sure you had a rough day. You get picked up today?”

I take her advise and plop down on the spare bed, which I assume is now my bed. To my surprise, it’s made out of foam. It’s soft and comfortable. I assumed that like everything here, they would go traditional on the bed and make us sleep on some kind of mat.

“Uh yeah, I guess I was…picked up today. You? How long you been here?” I reply, still marveling at the softness of the mattress.

“Three months. Been here since my sixteenth birthday, like everyone else.”

“Three months? That’s a long time. So everyone who turns sixteen gets picked up?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“Some have been here longer. As long as you turn sixteen before the second full moon of April, which is when the harvest festival is celebrated, then you get picked up. Any later that year and you get picked up next year on January. So some spend their sixteenth at home, although their anitos are already gone. But for you and me, we spend it here. I guess you turn sixteen today?” she asks.

“Uh, I guess so,” I only reply.

Truth is, all my life I assumed that my birthday is on May 20, since that’s when we celebrate it. But nana did mention something about me being a month old when she got me, so I guess today IS my birthday. Wow, that’s just now sinking in. I’m sixteen today. What a way to spend your birthday.

She must have heard the doubt in my voice, but Mary doesn’t push the topic of my unsure birth date.

She lets out a yawn, and I turn to see her scrolling through a phone.

Wait…a phone?

“Uhm…” I start, not sure how to continue.

She side eyes me. I pick up my courage.

“Is that a phone?” I manage to ask.

“What, you don’t recognize what a phone is?” she asks, waving her phone.

“I do!” I defend. “Just…I didn’t know we could use phones here. We’re underground and we’re…not human, right? Can we use phones?”

She looks at me in disbelief.

Then…she laughs.

Now I find myself stupid. I mean, I just assumed we couldn’t use phone!

“You read Percy Jackson?” she says in between laughs.

“Uh, yeah? Why?”

“That’s where you picked up that particular nugget of knowledge. I don’t blame you, it’s a good series. Lots of fun to read.”

“Right? And it’s so helpful! I mean, my teachers think I’m a Greek mythology connoisseur and all I did was recite the order in which Kronus barfed out his children. I got an A+ in our lit class.”

Mary laughs again, clutching her stomach, gasping for air.

“What? You agreed it’s good!” I defend.

“No, it’s not that…just…oh well, how do I say this. It IS good, for a read I mean. But you can’t use it as reference material for yourself. I mean, we can definitely use phones, that’s one. And we’re not children of the gods, that’s a bit out of there, even for us. Besides, if we start getting messages on rainbows, our lives would be so much easier,” she explains.

“So…we’re allowed to use phones?” I ask again.

“Sure we can. Not much reception down here though. But it’s good for keeping us preoccupied. Plus it’s a better alarm clock than a rooster,” Mary replies.

“But…how do you charge it? I didn’t see any power lines on my way here,” I continue asking, mystified.

“Oh, we use solar and hydro power. Very handy when we have our own sun and several kilometers of flowing water. There’s no shortage of power here.”

I sigh. My imagination really got the best of me. I just assumed phones would spontaneously combust in our hands, so I left mine at the apartment. Now what do I do?

“What’s the matter, no phone?” Mary inquires.

I nod, slumping back on the bed.

“Don’t worry. It’s not that difficult to get one here. I’ll get you one tomorrow. Think of it as a late birthday gift. I’m sure today was a roller coaster ride for you, you probably didn’t have that much time to think about gifts. You’re new to this whole thing right? All the pinili stuff I mean.”

I nod in reply.

“How did you know?”

“Wild guess.”

She stands up, heading for the corner in front of us. She approaches a large earthen jar, opens it, and takes something from inside. Then she walks towards me and hands me something. I accept her offer.

The ‘something’ is a tubular piece of stick wrapped in banana leaves. It is about six inches long and an inch across. I watch as Mary peels off the banana wrapping, and I follow suit. Beneath the wrapping is a yellow, sweet-smelling thing. It’s kinda sticky, but looks appetizing.

“Eat. It’s called suman na kamote. Steamed grated sweet potato with macapuno in the middle. It’s a traditional kakanin from my tribe,” says Mary as she takes a bite off the tube.

I dutifully obey, taking a tentative chunk off the piece. The food is sweet and savory, soft and juicy, and the center is a creamy sweet jelly. Delighted, I take a second bite, and a third, and a fourth, until I demolish the entire thing. My hands are sticky, but I’m happy enough to ignore it.

“Want another one?”

I eagerly nod. Mary smiles and gets up to get me another.

“So, ready for tomorrow?” she asks as she walks.

“What? What day is tomorrow?” I ask in return, not fully paying attention.

“Harvest festival. Biggest gathering of pinili and bagani. Happens only once a year.”

“Uhh… is it something I have to prepare for?”

“Hmm, not really. Might just take you by surprise, seeing all shades of hair colors and stuff like that. I heard it’s quite the sight.”

“Hair colors? As in, multiple colors?”

Then I remember that I was wondering why her hair is brown.

“Yeah. You didn’t know? There are six possible colors all in all that a pinili can get when he turns of age. They are a reflection of the person’s overall demeanor.”

“Kinda like houses? In Hogwarts?” I ask, curious.

“Well, yes, and no. You see, we’re not divided according to our color. As you might have noticed, your hair is blue, mine is brown, but we’re roommates. But yes, our hair color does tell of our main characteristics,” Mary replies, returning to sit beside me and handing me another treat.

“So your hair is blue, that means you’re mind is deep and unfathomable, like the ocean. Mine is brown, which makes me resilient and determined, like the earth. Some have white hair, meaning they’re free and unbound, like the wind. Some are green, which makes them kind and giving, like the tree. Some have red hair, which makes them fiery and brave, like the sun. And then there’s the minority, gold, the catalonan-in-the-making. Our hair color describes our main trait, but we’re not supposed to let ourselves be confined within them. In the six years we will train here, we will be taught to adapt the characteristics of other hair colors, thus making us the ideal warrior,” she explains.

“Wow, you know a lot. That was kinda hard to memorize,” I reply, dumbstruck.

She lets out a hearty laugh.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll get used to it.”

I stifle a yawn. Mary notices. She gets up, heading to her corner.

“Time to sleep. You must have had a long day. We’re supposed to get up early tomorrow,” she says.

“Uh, right. Thanks for the food and the brief explanation,” I respond, taking off my shoes and lifting my feet into the bed.

“Sa way sapayan.”

Okay, did not understand that, but I’ll wing it.

“Yeah. And uhm…I hope we get along,” I add.

“You like Harry Potter and Percy Jackson, that’s a good start. Tomorrow after the festival, I’m sure we’ll have a lot to talk about. Well then, goodnight.”

“Yeah, goodnight.”

Mary pulls the covers on her corner, and with that she’s out of view. I lay in my bed, tired and sleepy.

Tomorrow is another day. If I wake up and find this was all a dream, then what a dream it was.

#bagani #mythology #story #novelseries #adventure #comedy #gods #hero #teenhero #journey #warrior #philippines #fiction #mystery #superpowers #fantasy

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moonbro-dnd · 4 years

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#dont mind the dude with horns he's had some bad polymorphs #dungeons and dragons #dnd #d&d #5e #my art #master wizards #ailerys berevan #alren holixador #marius verithur

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momoscircle · 6 years

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Idk why I thought the lady on the intercom was beat boxing 💀💀

#also im me not having a damn clue what ally said #and ignoring what Dinah said #or nala trying to mind her business but her mom has a whole onsie on #I'm Lauren hoeing #also alren sitting next to each other #I just realized (as if it wasn't obvious) this was during their Asia tour aka dwts #what a time #5h

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ren-c-leyn · 2 years

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The Shackles of Time Chapter Five - The Mentors part 1

Hello, hello and happy new years! I hope you all are having, or have had, a good new years day. This chapter ended up being just shy of 4,000 words long.

As for trigger warnings, there’s a little bit of swearing and some implied quests going horribly wrong, but there are no details, gore, violence, or anything of the sort in this chapter.

And with that, happy reading ^^

Merle felt consciousness coming to her. Slowly sinking it’s fangs in, pulling at her sleeping mind. She didn’t want it to be, didn’t want to be anywhere near awake, yet it persisted. Stubbornly, she burrowed deeper into the blankets, savoring the darkness and warmth, but it did not relent. No, nothing could change the fact that she was now awake. A low groan escaped her lips as her mind prodded her urgently.

Something... wasn’t quite right. There was a weight that was not supposed to be there. Sharp objects pressed lightly into her chest. She stopped breathing for a moment as the information sunk in.

Icy blue eyes shot open and she came up swinging. Her fist hit nothing but the empty morning air. A small, dense mass rolled down her stomach, grumbling as it landed with a dull thud in her lap. Her eyes darted around to find Night watching with muted interest. On the opposite end of the room, she found Arlen doubled over, shoulders shuddering as he struggled to regulate his breathing with a clasped hand to his mouth.

Merle’s scowl slipped into a confused stare. Something moved in her lap and her gaze drifted down. Staring indignantly back at her was Cherrenth. The small dragon-like beast snorted at her, little wisps of pale blue smoke drifting out of his nostrils. He leaped off the bed like a cat. Sticking his tail straight up in the air, he strutted back to his master, jumping up onto Arlen’s cot before climbing up onto his shoulders. After settling into his usual perch, Cherrenth glared at Merle, intense golden eyes maintaining eye contact until she looked around the room again.

“What... is going on?”

Arlen finally broke down into a muffled chuckle that quickly devolved into full fledged laughter.

“I... I’m so sorry, Miss Merle. Truly, I apologize. I tried to tell him it was a bad idea, but he insisted on waking you. He worried about it making a bad impression for us to sleep in on our first day as guild members.”

“... Oh.”

She rubbed her eyes as tension bled out of her muscles, content that there was no threat. Still, the adrenaline was pumping too thickly in her veins for her to possibly go back to sleep now.

“At least you won’t miss breakfast,” Night commented, her box clicking as she resumed sliding the pieces around it.

“Or training,” Merle replied with a yawn. “The half-elf said we’d be starting today, right?”

“Zephyr? I believe that’s what he said,” Alren replied before flashing a crooked grin. “I’m surprised you remember that, as exhausted as you were. Barely made it here to the new room and you were out cold for the entire day, and only just woke! Stirred for nothing, not even the lunch and dinner bells. I have no idea how you humans can sleep so soundly.”

“I suspect this is unique to her,” Night answered dryly. “Or, in the very least, a select few among the humans. She’s the first one I’ve met to sleep so long at once.”

“Are there many humans in The Fel, then?”

Night didn’t answer Arlen immediately. It seemed to Merle that her fingers slowed for a moment on the box. Before she could decide if it actually happened or was just a trick of her sleepy mind, Night’s fingers resumed flying over the box.

“No so many, but some.”

Alren nodded, as though the cryptic statement answered the meaning of life itself, and then the breakfast bell rang. Merle didn’t get it, but chalked it up to her rude awakening at the hands, or claws rather, of Cherrenth. She crawled out of bed, barely taking the time to put on fresh clothes before following her teammates out.

She didn’t remember this part of the guildhall well, though to be fair she remembered very little of the hall at all. They were on the second floor now, somewhere in the western wing. It was, thankfully, more straightforward than the winding maze of halls in the first floor. They wandered down the stairs and to the dining hall, Cherrenth scowling at Merle the entire way.

The sound of familiar laughter caught her attention and she glanced over to the side of the room. Sure enough, it was Cassandra. She was sitting across a table from Wyndulin and the pair were trading playful banter back and forth over their breakfast. She realized, looking over the room, that there were many pairs, and even groups, clustered together and sharing similar banter as well. Not insults or boasts, but genuine conversations among friends, family. A broad grin stretched across her face. This, she decided firmly, this was what a guild was supposed to look like.

“Hey, new team, over here!”

Merle’s attention shifted to the distantly familiar voice shouting at them. Zephyr, the tall half-elf she vaguely remembered from yesterday, was standing at a round table on the far side of the room, waving at them with a bright smile.

“Get your breakfast and come join us!”

“We have plenty of open seats for you!” Glenn chimed in from his seat, raising a mug in the air with a sharp smile.

“We’ll be right over!” Arlen called back, flashing them a grin of his own.

The pair cheered and clanked their mugs together before settling back into their breakfast. They leaned close to each other, whispering and laughing in each other’s ears as they shared matching smiles. Merle grinned. This place really wasn’t anything like the Howling Ice Guild. She loved it already.

The line for breakfast moved quickly, though Arlen took his sweet time deciding what he wanted. Before long, though, they were joining their mentors at the round table. Merle found herself taking the seat closest to Glenn. Arlen took the seat closest to Zephyr. While Night opted to squeeze herself in between her companions. Now that Merle was awake enough to actually pay attention, she realized that these two stood out among the rest of the Dawn Isle Guild, though it was in completely different ways.

There weren’t many humans around, so Glenn already stood out as much as she did. Even more so because he was roughly the same, towering height as her, though it was hard to see now with him casually slouching in his seat. He was broad shouldered and while there was certainly muscle to him, he was not nearly as bulky as most of the warriors in the Auroral Mountains. His skin was tanned and had the look of someone who had worked out in the sun for most of their life. Dark stubble clung to the edges of his jaw and chin. Something about his eyes really caught her attention, though she couldn’t explain why. There was a distinctive keenness to his dark brown eyes. They reminded Merle of the dire-wolves that used to stare down at her from the high slopes of the mountains.

Zephyr, on the other hand, looked almost too high class for the place. He was sitting upright with impeccable posture and held his mug with grace. Jewelry and fine clothing, though not nearly as flashy or expensive as the attire of nobles or the high ranking members of the Howling Ice Guild, adorned him. It seemed fairly practical, for what it was, though Merle couldn’t imagine it holding up in a fight. He was slender, like most elves, though thicker boned than either Wyndulin or Arlen. His long, golden hair was neatly combed into a long braid down his back, and his bright silver eyes had a sparkle to them that stood out against his pale skin.

“You seem much more lively today,” Zephyr teased Merle with a sly grin.

“I feel livelier,” she replied with a chuckle. “As does this place....”

Glenn laughed.

“Only because you’re awake enough to actually notice. It’s quieter than usual today.”

Merle paused before looking around the clusters of people. It did seem like there was a lot of open seats, but still, there was a decent amount of people.

“Really?”

He hummed and nodded.

“We have to wait a mandatory five days after returning from a job before we’re allowed to take on another quest, longer if a party member was injured or our actions are put under investigation. A lot of the teams are on similar time frames at the moment, though that’ll change over time. Always does.”

Merle’s expression soured as she processed the words.

“How did they end up on the same schedule to begin with?” Arlen asked.

“And why do we have to wait to take new jobs?” Merle added.

“It’s just one of those things that happens,” Glenn answered Arlen with a wave of his calloused hand. “A bunch of jobs ended up over lapping and there were some that required multiple teams awhile back.” His attention shifted to Merle. “As for the downtime, it’s been guild policy since before I joined. I think it might have been one of the original rules laid down at the founding, but you’d have to ask Cassandra, Riya, or Wyndulin to be sure.”

“But why is it a rule?” Merle pressed.

“Adventuring is a stressful, dangerous job, even at the best of times,” Zephyr cut smoothly in. “As such, there’s several practical reasons for having a mandatory time off. It gives us time to process things that happened and reach out to people if we need to. Gives time for our bodies to recover from the long miles on the road and equipment to be repaired. It also gives time for curses, illnesses, and the like to manifest where they can be treated instead of out in the middle of no where. Though, admittedly, it is not a long enough period of time to catch all of them. There may be other reasons The Time Keeper set the rule into motion but regardless of their reasoning, you cannot deny the practicality of it, even if some of us,” he shot Glenn a pointed stare, “find it dull.”

Glenn shrugged and took another bite of his food, choosing not to comment.

“Makes sense,” Arlen replied with a nod. “Now you said something about investigations earlier?”

“A pity they’re needed, truly,” Zephyr answered with a long sigh. “but not all adventurers are honorable, and some even commit crimes or otherwise cause harm while out on jobs. If we receive a complaint to that affect, the team in question is immediately recalled and higher ranking members of the guild, such as Wyndulin, are sent on The Time Keeper’s behalf to investigate the claims while the team in question is thorough interviewed. Typically this includes magical means such as truth potions or spells with similar effects. At the end of the investigation, the evidence is weighed. If The Time Keeper and a council of trusted members finds that they are guilty, then they are stripped of their memberships and brought back to the place of their offense to pay in full for their crimes, as per the laws of that region.”

“And if they’re found innocent?” Night asked, showing the first signs of interest in this conversation since it began.

“Then evidence is brought back to that region and the guild assists in capturing the true culprits, if a crime was truly committed, to clear their names. If new evidence calls into doubt their innocence appears during this process, it basically starts over again from the beginning until there is no shadow of a doubt as to what truly happened.”

“And how many times has this process occurred?” Night asked.

“It’s not that uncommon,” Glenn replied blandly. “We’ve been through it, what, three times now, Zeph?”

“That’s right, darling,” Zephyr replied with a nod. “Clever criminals like to blame the wandering adventurers, particularly since the less scrupulous guilds have started giving us something of a reputation for it. There’s also bandits and cults and the like who’ll use our system to get rid of adventurers who are getting too close for comfort. Though, there are also just some clients who are shady little backstabbers too.”

Merle popped a biscuit into her mouth, blood silently boiling as she considered this. If it wasn’t for guilds like the Howling Ice Guild, and people like him....

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” Glenn said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Just keep your noses clean. Don’t start trouble for people, don’t walk off with things that aren’t yours, don’t keep flirting with people who tell you to fuck off, don’t kick kids or animals, and do your jobs with minimal property damage and you’ll be just fine. Bored out of your minds and sick to death of the taste of truth potions, but you’ll be fine.”

Merle bit into another biscuit as Night stared blankly at Glenn. Arlen pushed around the food on his plate before finally breaking the silence.

“How long do these trials usual last?”

“Depends,” Zephyr answered. “Sometimes only a few days, sometimes several months.”

Merle choked on the biscuit. She coughed and sputtered. Night wordlessly handed her a mug of cider, which Merle drained before slamming the empty mug down on the heavy wooden table.

“Months?!” she gasped.

“Indeed,” Zephyr replied with a nod. “Some cases can get particularly complex, as such they take quite a bit of investigation to get to the bottom of. That’s not even speaking of the travel times back and forth between the guild, particularly if the accusations come from a far region.”

“You won’t have to worry about that for awhile, though,” Glenn causally cut in. “Most of your starting quests will be around the local area under the supervision of a more experienced team...”

“That would be us, hello,” Zephyr added with a smile and a small wave.

“Yes, us,” Glenn confirmed with a nod, “before you’ll be allowed to start traveling out and about for jobs. The local villages and towns know the guild pretty well, so we tend to run into less trouble with them, and those who cause trouble for them get their punishments very quickly.”

“There’s villages around here?” Merle asked. “I don’t remember seeing any while I was on the road.”

“You came from the western road?”

“That’s right.”

“That explains it,” Zephyr replied with a small smile. “Most of them are on the north or eastern roads, closer to either the trade routes or the lake.” He lightly clapped his hands together, “That’s not what you’ll be acquainting yourselves with today, though.”

“Nope,” Glenn replied as he and Zephyr shared conspiratorial grins, “today, you’ll be getting to know the guild. Can’t have you getting lost or accidentally breaking rules, now can we? So eat up, we’ll give you three the grand tour.”

“And sparring?” Merle asked, hope cracking into her throaty voice.

“If we get through the tour in a decent amount of time, it should be possible, right, darling?” Zephyr purred.

“I’m sure we can make time for it,” Glenn replied with a grin.

Merle grinned back.

“I look forward to it.”

Zephyr laughed.

“I think I see why we were picked to mentor them.”

“Because we’re great minds and seasoned adventurers?” Glenn replied, chest puffing out with pride.

“No, revenge. You're two of a kind.”

That got a laugh from several adventurers at nearby tables. Glenn took the teasing with an easy smile.

“Is that really so bad?”

More laughter and teasing answered him and the banter continued to flow from there. Merle felt herself getting swept up in the moment, joining into the laughter and conversation. It was an easy thing to do. Almost too easy. It felt like she belonged here, like she had always meant to be here, like this chair had been left out just for her. Breakfast was over all too quickly, however, and the group began their tour of the guild hall.

“This,” Glenn said stopping in one of the ground floor common rooms, “is the most important room of the guild.” He gestured to a wall that was completely covered in parchments pinned to it. “That’s the quest board. Every time you want to take a job, you’ll come here. They’re sorted according to guild rank, and you can tell which job is which rank based on the boarder of the parchment. Each one has the basic information of the quest, like what kind of job it is, what it pays, recommended skill sets, and known potential risks. You’ll be starting on the north end, since you’re all copper rank.”

“So, what, you just take a paper and go?” Merle asked.

Zephyr laughed.

“Oh, Spirits, no, Bramble and Wyndulin would have your hide within the hour if you tried that. You have to go register for the job you want with Bramble. She’ll double check the specifics to make sure you’re cleared for it before formally registering you for the job and giving you the location and client’s contact information.”

“Is there a reason why this process is necessary?” Night asked.

Glenn and Zephyr looked at each other, as though silently debating who would have to answer. Eventually, Glenn sighed.

“There were... accidents, tragedies, in the early days. Even some when Zeph and I joined. To hear Cassandra tell it, there were multiple teams competing for the same jobs, newer adventurers taking on things well above their abilities, clients claiming teams never showed up and teams arguing that they had, among other things. The Quest Keeper was the founders’ solution to the problem. It’s been tweaked as the guild has grown to account for more problems over the years.”

“Remember when Avilina took that job after Bramble refused to sign her up for it?”

“Yes, the incident that made it where you had to get the quest locations from The Quest Keeper and work with at least one other team member at all times. I don’t think anyone could forget. What was that, three days after I joined?”

“Seven.”

“Was it seven? Well, either way, it wasn’t long after that we became partners.”

“And then partners,” Zephyr joked with a wink.

Glenn chuckled.

“But, yeah, that’s pretty much all you need to know about the board. Take the job to Bramble, if she says no go grab another one until she says yes and gives you the information for the client and records it.”

The group moved on, Zephyr and Glenn explaining the rules and expectations as they went. Among the many rooms they visited, the group stopped by the massive library, which Merle had to physically guide Arlen back out of. The alchemy room, where again Arlen had to be pulled out. They stopped by various common rooms, where guild members were socializing or discussing strategies. Out behind the guildhall was a large greenhouse and some gardens, full of herbs and goods. Beyond it, Merle spotted a thick orchard, lush and thriving.

“Who takes care of it all?” Arlen asked, looking on the gardens in aw.

“We do,” Zephyr replied. “Many of the members are good with plants.”

“Cassandra especially.”

The group them came back around to the front. Merle eyed the training grounds, excitement welling up inside her as she watched the warriors sparring. Pole arms, swords, daggers, and more flashed and danced through her vision. She started, unconsciously, drifting towards the action, but was stopped by a delicate hand lightly grabbing her wrist. Instinctively, she twisted out of the grasp and faced the person who grabbed her, only to find herself face to face with an amused Arlen and an exasperated looking Cherrenth.

“They’re leaving us behind,” he said, nodding to the others, whom were walking in the opposite direction.

Her shoulders sunk.

“Oh, there’s more?”

He laughed lightly.

“Just this last building, I think. Don’t worry, we’ll get the chance to see our mentors in action soon, I’m sure.”

She glanced back at the training grounds. The unfamiliar styles, the playful grins and looks of absolute concentration, it reminded her of why she wanted to be a warrior to begin with. Why she wanted to follow in those footsteps so badly. It brought the memories back so strongly, she could almost feel the snowflake melting on the tip of her nose.

“Miss Merle,” Arlen’s voice patiently called her back into the present, “we need to go if we want to catch up.”

She nodded absently and followed him to the stone building.The ringing of hammers and thick scent of smoke and hot metal caught her attention as they got close. Glenn and Zephyr were leaning against the wall together, talking and chuckling while Night hovered in the shadows on the opposite side of the doorway from them. She gave Arlen and Merle a nod as they approached.

“I think you’ll appreciate this last stop on the tour, Merle,” Glenn said with a grin before stepping inside.

Zephyr gestured them to followed with an elegant wave of his hand. Merle took the lead, following Glenn inside. The glow of firelight danced across the walls and the sounds of hammers echoed louder within the room.

“Emlyn! Have three new faces to introduce you to.”

“The pups Wundulin put through the sieve yesterday?”

“The same. I think you’ll like them, they maintain their gear.”

“Stones weep! A true miracle,” she replied in a tone that made it hard for Merle to tell if she was serious or being sarcastic.

She stepped around the corner and was faced with a dwarven woman. Her tawny skin was speckled with soot. Metallic silver hair was slowly escaping the bun that had once contained it. Her black eyes were taking stock of Merle as she rubbed her thick jaw.

“Westerner? Icelander by the look of you. Weapon of choice?”

“Spear and shield.”

“A good choice.” She nodded and looked past Merle to Arlen. “Mage, eh? Doubt I’ll be seeing much of you.”

He chuckled but didn’t deny it. Emlyn then honed in on Night and let out a low whistle.

“Don’t think we’ve had a shade-kin in the guild before. What’s your favored weapon?”

Night pulled her dagger a few inches out of the sheath in answer. Emlyn snorted.

“Stones weep, a knife? I hope you’ve got the skill to make up for the disadvantages that come with it.”

Night pushed the dagger back into its sheath.

“If I didn’t, I’d be dead.”

“Then who am I to argue?” Emlyn replied with a shrug. “Now, I want you three to listen and listen good, your equipment is your life in this business. I’ll fix it up, upgrade it, even forge you new gear, for the price of materials and time, but all of my work is useless if you don’t treat it right. Maintain your equipment, maintain it well, and for the love of the mountains don’t use your weapons as levers!”

A horrified look crossed Merle’s face.

“Who in the snows’ light would be dumb enough to do that to their weapon?”

Emlyn let out a long suffering sigh.

“More idiots than I care to name. Even if I did, I don’t have the time. Speaking of, I need to get back to work. I’m up to my eyes in repairs that need done, and don’t even get me started on how the damages happened!”

“We won’t,” Glenn and Zephyr replied immediately before herding the trio out.

“Well, that was the grand tour,” Zephyr said once they stepped outside.

“Any questions, comments, or concerns?” Glenn asked.

“Just one,” Merle replied, looking back and forth between the two. “Can we spar now?”

They laughed together.

“Sure,” Glenn replied, “we’ve got a little time left before lunch. I hope you’re ready.”

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ash-rigby · 3 years

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Cockpit (Male Alien) [M/NB]

Featured Characters: Nonbinary human and a male alien. Both are adults.

Description: Lieutenant Reese Gallagher helps their Captain let off some steam after a handful of cadets get on his nerves due to performing sloppily in training. Captain Alren gets a little wild as usual, but Reese enthusiastically handles it.

Contains: Rough Sex, Biting, Clawing, Face-fucking, Dirty Talk, Torn Clothes, Multiple Orgasms.

Nonbinary Character Anatomy: The nonbinary character in this piece has a vagina.

Content Warning: These two play a little rough and Drav ends up drawing blood from Reese (in a completely welcomed way as Reese enjoys this) during the scene, so if that would upset you in any way, stay clear.

Completion Date: April 10th, 2020

Word Count: 2053

Lieutenant Reese Gallagher invited themself into Captain Drav Alren’s fighter and made their way to the cockpit. The Captain had not emerged yet, so he was likely still fuming. They couldn’t blame him in all honesty.

Training had been a disaster that morning. The cadets they were both in charge of had snuck out the night before for drinks and were subsequently sloppy—embarrassingly so. After chewing them out and sending them off (to clean the barracks until they sparkled; not nurse their hangovers), Reese decided to see to the captain in their own special way.

Drav was slumped down in his seat, the large, clawed fingers of one of his hands pressed to his face. He looked up at Reese as they laid a hand on his broad shoulder, his dark eyes still a little stormy.

Even with a face set stony in anger, he was a very handsome Ancir. His skin was a light cerulean, bearing darker blue markings on the limbs and back. The thick, tentacle-like features on his head which resembled hair fell to his shoulders and waved slightly with his movements. A scar ran along the right side of his face, leading to the stump of a severed tentacle—an old wound that he had been sore about for months.

“Are you alright, Captain?” Reese asked.

Drav sighed. “Is it too much to fucking ask for our recruits to take things seriously?”

“Apparently.”

“They’d better smarten up if they don’t want to blow up. I wouldn’t put it past this lot to showboat their way right into enemy fire,” Drav said, shaking his head. “Anyway; what did you want, Lieutenant Gallagher?”

Reese walked around to the front of his seat, putting their hands on either armrest and leaning into his space.

“Well, I thought you might like at least one good thing out of today,” they said. “Or at least to blow off a little steam.”

Drav’s irritation melted into a toothy smirk, his sharp teeth gleaming in the light. “What did you have in mind?”

Reese hummed. “I could suck your cock and then we’ll see where that takes us?”

They stepped back and to the side as Drav stood. Like all Ancir, he was tall; Reese’s head reached the center of his chest. They palmed him through his flight suit, feeling his big cock underneath the fabric twitching in interest. A low growl rumbled from his throat.

“As long as where it takes us is to me buried deep in your hot, dripping pussy,” he said, sending a shiver down Reese’s back as they began unzipping his suit.

“Of course. As always, Captain,” they said.

Within moments, Drav’s flight suit and the friction guard underneath were pooled around his ankles, leaving him standing in just his tight underwear. His growing bulge throbbed enticingly in its thin confines.

Reese crouched and pulled his underwear down over his thighs and calves. His cock was freed, still needing a little inspiration. The scent of his musk permeated the air, potent after the training they had done. It drove Reese wild and they brought their mouth to him.

They licked down his shaft to his balls which they sucked and mouthed at as their fingers stroked him. The flesh under their hand swiftly grew hot and hard, thrumming with Drav’s increasing pulse. The Captain groaned as they licked a stripe up the underside of his cock and swirled their tongue around his head.

Reese wrapped their lips around him, slowly taking him in until their nose was flush against his groin. They loved the feeling of his cock in their mouth. He was thick and the shaft was lined with soft ridges that felt fantastic on their tongue. Moaning, they began slowly bobbing their head. Drav’s hands found their way into their hair, gripping the short, red strands as he hissed his praise.

The Lieutenant continued at their languid pace until Drav seemed to snap. He clasped either side of their head as he began thrusting into their mouth himself. Reese let it happen, wanting him to just go wild. They were pulled into him as his hips slammed hard and fast, driving his cock right into their throat. It was hard to breathe, but Reese hardly cared as evidenced by the intense wetness forming between their legs.

Drav groaned. “You love me just using you like this, don’t you? I bet you could cum untouched just from my cock fucking your throat.” He started thrusting faster. “Shit…but not today. The only time you’re cumming today is when I’m inside to feel you pulse around me…then I’ll fill you up the way you like.”

Reese’s cunt was on fire, throbbing and drooling slick into their flight suit. But they didn’t try to touch themselves, wanting to cum only when they were stuffed with Drav’s stiff rod. They stayed still, their hands clamped onto Drav’s muscular thighs as they let him use their mouth as his personal fuck-hole to his heart’s content.

It was some time before Drav suddenly pulled out of Reese’s mouth, his breathing heavy and his cock twitching wildly in front of their face. He was dripping with saliva and his precum.

“Fuck…fuck,” he panted, a desperate, rough edge to his voice. “I wanna get inside you so bad…shit. Get up. Hurry.” He gripped Reese’s shoulders roughly and stood them up, all but shoving them towards the console. “Hands up there.”

Reese complied, quivering in excitement. They stuck out their ass and immediately felt Drav’s hands on them, squeezing them through the tight flight suit. His claws dug into the fabric and tore it apart in one swift motion, drawing an aroused gasp from Reese’s lips. Their soaked pussy was exposed to the air after Drav gave their underwear the same treatment.

“Like I thought; you’re dripping just from sucking me off,” he marveled, spreading their folds with his fingers. “Look at that wet fucking hole twitching for me.”

A whimper built in Reese’s throat as the head of Drav’s cock was pressed against their cunt. They rocked themself back as their desire to be filled mounted.

“P-put it in!” they begged—even though he was. “Put it in! Please! Fuck me, Captain Alren!”

The two of them moaned as Reese was stretched around Drav’s big, thick cock. He immediately began roughly pounding into them, his hands latched onto their waist as he pulled them into his quick thrusts. He hit deep within Reese’s gripping walls at a relentless speed.

A wet slapping noise punctuated each plunge of Drav’s dick. Reese’s pussy clenched in ecstasy every time Drav was shoved fully inside, leaking profusely onto the floor.

The Lieutenant felt heat and sweat building up in their flight suit. Drav’s sharp claws had pierced the fabric and were digging shallowly into their skin, definitely drawing blood. The sting of it was intoxicating.

“C-cumming!” they yelped, their speech wobbling from the force of Drav’s thrusts.

“Yeah, cum all over my cock,” the Ancir said, a prideful grin in his voice.

Reese came hard, their legs shaking and growing weak. They would have collapsed had it not been for the support of the console and Drav’s hold on them. The Captain fucked them through it, not letting up even a little.

He growled. “You always get so fucking tight! So good. So good for me!”

Drav continued to frantically thrust into them, drawing two more loud, intense orgasms from Reese before he pulled out and gripped their shoulders. He flipped them around to face him. They wrapped their arms around his neck as he picked them up effortlessly, hooking his arms under their knees.

He grinned wide and sharp, and his pupils—shark-like—had blown out to fully darken his eyes. To anyone else, he would look like a predator sizing up a meal, but it just made Reese impossibly hornier. He bucked his hips upwards and continued his brutal pounding, holding them in his strong arms as he fucked them.

Drav’s panting breaths were hot where his face was pressed to the side of Reese’s neck. His primal, growling moans vibrated over their skin.

“You’re dripping down my balls,” he groaned. “And just listen to how sloppy you’re getting. So wet for your Captain’s cock.”

“O-only…only yours,” Reese whimpered.

“Mm, yeah. This dick is just for you…and this hole is all mine.”

“Yours…yours…yours, yours yours, you—ah—fuck!”

Reese heard a full-on snarl leave Drav as they came around him once more. In a flash, his teeth were on them, biting hard through the flight suit and into the juncture between their neck and shoulder. Their eyes rolled back as the pain ramped up their pulsating pleasure. Drav kept his fangs in their flesh, continuing to feverishly drive himself up into them.

The Lieutenant cried out and clawed at Drav’s back, their pussy now a near-constant vice around his burning, thrusting cock. It was like it was trying to lock him there, ready for him to cum deep inside. Reese wanted to be flooded. They wanted to still be leaking with his cum in the shower that night. They wanted to feel Drav inside them all…fucking…day.

The Ancir lowered them both to the floor, laying Reese down on their side upon the cool metal. He lifted one of their legs over his shoulder, staring into their eyes as he licked the remnants of their blood from his lips. His skin glistened with sweat which dripped over his heaving chest. He tightly gripped Reese’s thigh and pushed his cock back into their gaping hole, his breakneck pace unaltered.

“I’m close…fuck! Gonna shoot so far inside you,” he rasped.

Reese was drooling across their chin and cheek. Their bitten shoulder was being pressed against the floor with each thrust, sending sparks of pain through them; an arousing pain that made their walls quiver.

“Y-yes…yes! Captain Alren…cum inside…C-Cap—!”

“What’s my name, Reese?”

“D-Drav! Ah-a-ahh…Drav!”

“There you go,” Drav said, pushing erratically but not any slower. “You’re gonna cum with me, okay? Right when I do. I wanna feel you clench when I—ah, fuck! Here it comes. I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna—!”

His hips stuttered before he shoved himself as deep as possible and came, moaning deep and loud as he released. At the first intense throb of his stilled cock, Reese was set off as well, their mouth open on a silent scream. Both of their bodies trembled together as Drav unleashed load after thick load. Hot cum filled Reese’s twitching insides in rapid pulses. It kept spilling until it began leaking out of their hole around Drav’s dick, spurting out across both of their sweaty forms.

Almost reluctantly, Drav pulled his cock out of Reese’s pussy, a stream of cum leaving in his wake. The Lieutenant lay shaking on the floor, whimpering lightly. He crawled to hover over them, bringing their parted lips to his in a deep kiss and cheekily rolling their tongues together as Reese groaned into his mouth. A strand of saliva connected them as he backed up.

“Fuck,” Drav breathed. “That was good.”

Reese smiled weakly. “Always my pleasure, Captain.”

“So…what are we gonna tell Medical about that?” Drav asked, gesturing at the obvious but not alarming amount of blood seeping into Reese’s flight suit from the bite in their shoulder. If the suit hadn’t been in the way, the damage probably would have been worse.

Drav had put his fangs on Reese during sex just to get their blood going faster before. But he had never broken the skin like that. He looked apologetic, but Reese was going to request it more often. Way more often.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something, oh infallible leader,” Reese said, lightly tapping the side of his face.

“Well, I don’t see you dying, so I think it can wait,” Drav said, grinning devilishly. “How about I clean you up a bit first?”

He moved down and dipped his head between Reese’s legs, lapping his tongue against their still-quivering folds. If he kept that up, then the trip down to the infirmary would have to wait for about the time of a second round.

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#ash originals #spicy #exophilia #exophilia writing #terato #monster love #monster lover #monster boyfriend #alien #oc:drav #oc:reese

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tag-that-oc · 3 years

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Hey, I just came up with a whole ass adventuring party (by definition. They are a party and going on a adventure.) And I really wanna talk about them and I figured you'd be good to infodump to! If you don't wanna post this that's fine, I just wanna talk :)!

I apologize this was supposed to be shorter I got carried away.

O ka y! So. A human girl named Arlen and her friend Kelly/Kell who is an asshole but in a "I'm So Tired Take Me Home I Wanna Go Home Can You Shut Up So I Can Nap" way. So these two are at some old place, and find a magic artifact, idk where and how they got it just yet but whatever. Kell goes "What the fuck is that?" And then a portal opens and they go "Oh. No, absolutely not. Do not make me. I'm not doing it." And then Arlen goes :D and pushes them in, following quickly.

So Arlen shows up at a little cottage deep in the woods, a short pretty witch lives there, named Adore, whos the sweetest thing, and immediately goes "Omg! You're awake! Tell me all about yourself while I make you a three course meal!! :D" and Alren goes ":D!!!!!! Okay!!!!" and spills her whole story.

Meanwhile Kell shows up at a small house carved into the side of a mountain, inhabited by an immortal scholar/writer named Duncan, and a punk vampire named Amira. (Period appropriate clothing is an illusion when you never specify what period you're in ;]) Duncan is basically this high strung, stressed out of his mind, tall lanky guy, while Amira is a short lady with the physique you'd expect of a vampire, slim but still obviously strong. So basically Kell goes "Oh Shit." And Duncan goes "Oh For Fucks Sake-!" And Amira goes ":0! New Person! You Look Tasty."

And then finally after Kell and Arlen telling their alternative companions about each other and needing to get home and find one another, they each spend awhile looking around the woods for each other, eventually Arlen and Adore stumble upon a little pathetic campsite, and out of a tent climbs the head of the royal guard Ross *incoherent mumble of a last name*

Immediately Adore is head over heels as Ross exclaims that she was banished from the castle grounds and the kingdom as a whole for murdering one of her higher ups, when they tried to murder her first. So yknow unjust. Basically Ross is a butch lesbian with serious guilt over killing a man and is trying to grip with the fact that her entire life is ruined because she was legit born into the knight force or whatever, and is grappling with all this baggage as Adore goes "Hehe Buff Lady Prettyyy ♡♡♡♡"

And so eventually they all find each other and they go on this long quest to figure out how to get these two humans home. Oh yeah uh Ross is an elf btw, and Adore is physically embedded with her magic so literally none of them are human except the two newcomers.

I haven't decided if I want them all to be the same age, or if I want Arlen and Kell to be like 17 or 18 while the others are like 23 or 24 and have them be like older sibling or parental figures to these two kids that just happened to stumble here.

Uh anyway that's it thank u for listening ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ I apologize for it getting so long

no need to apologize I enjoyed reading this! they all sound really cool and interesting, plus the idea is fun! :)

#anonymous #not oc tag #oc show and tell

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shade-romeo · 3 years

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Heard you wanted to talk about your new ocs?

-What are their hobbies/interests?

-Do they have any regrets?

(wow huge jump there-)

YES OKAY- I should probably explain stuff about the story first so this makes sense but whatever.

This got long

Arlen (a human girl, she/her, living with Adore in a fantasy world, having been teleported here from the real world) - Arlen loves reading and learning things, a classic dnd nerd, so you can imagine that when she was dumped here she immediately was all over asking questions about the land and the history, and just so fuckin excited. Her regret would be that she ended up dragging her best friend Kell here with her. She knows Kell isn't good with new environments and new people, she was just so excited and figured they'd end up together. She can't find them anywhere, she's just so worried about them getting into serious trouble.

Kell/Kelly (a human kid, they/them, who got pushed in the portal by Arlen, landing with Duncan and Amira.) - Kell listens to music and generally follows Arlen around mostly, she's their only friend and they're always just going with the flow. They play dnd with Alren in their little group, and they play other rpg games as well, but definitely isn't into them as much as Arlen is. Their regret would probably be that they were always too cold to other people. Here they are, dumped into a whole new world with no way to defend themselves, no way to get home, and no way to know what the fuck is out there. They could die here, they could die here and they'd die alone. They never made any friends aside from Arlen, and they were always so distant with their family. If they died here, they would be dying comepletely and utterly alone, and for once they're really truly scared of that fact.

Adore (a witch infused with magic, she/her, she lives in a cute little cottage in the woods, doing her magic and staying away from the neighboring towns. A cottagecore lesbian) - She loves to garden! She has a huge flower patch behind her house, with planted fruit trees, vegetables, and a whole slew of other things. She does use magic to help the dying plants, but mostly she does all her gardening by hand. She also likes to make potions, mostly stuff for plants or protection, but occasionally she'll experiment a bit. Her regret would be never leaving her cottage. She knows she's strong, she knows she could handle herself out in the woods, but she's too frightened to even step past the front porch. She knows she's missed so much, and she could've helped so many people if she just got some guts. Which is why she's so determined to help Arlen find her friend and get her home. She's dead set on finally doing something worthwhile.

Duncan (a half elf scholar, they/him, stressed out of their mind and suffering a great deal from overworking himself so hard, they're quite snippy. He's Amira's best friend, and plans to be for a long time coming.) - Duncan obviously likes to write. But that hasn't been working out too well for them. They also like to draw and dance, but he's so dead set on getting this writing done for himself that they're working themself to the ground and ruining their love of writing in the process. His biggest regret would be delving himself so deep into his work. They've lived so long with Amira, they figured she'd always be by his side, but recently she's been pulling away from him. They know logically that's they're own fault, and they can't bear the thought of losing Amira and being comepletely on his own, so he's using Kell's quest to get home as an opportunity to finally take a break and get themself back to reality.

Amira (a turned vampire, she/it, Duncan's best friend, always trying to get Duncan back to themself and failing miserably. It's not a very happy camper ever since Duncan started ignoring her.) - Amira fucking loves to hunt. Not just for food, and not huge endangered animals, beasts that terrorize towns and kill innocent people, deranged terrifying monsters. Not only is it a thrill, the chase, the fight, the adrenaline, the triumph, it also brings a good meal along with it. It also likes to dance, it used to dance with Duncan all the time, before they started ignoring her. Its regret would be letting Duncan drive himself so far into the ground without intervening. Duncan had distanced themself and started being a little rude with her, at first her walls had gone up and she'd stormed out the house, pissed out of its mind. But after a month or so it came back to reconcile, and realized it was so much worse than it thought before. Now she's trying to make up for what it let happen, pulling Duncan along with her and Kell to go on this quest, hopefully they can reconcile then.

Ross (a former elven knight, she/him, kicked out of the guard for the murder of a higher officer. Lives in a pathetic little tent deep in the woods, having nowhere else to go. 100% a butch lesbian.) Ross likes to fight. Mostly recreationally of course. Using trees as dummies to slash and kill. She never actually hurts the trees, just clang clangs her sword against it. He also likes to run. He doesn't now, since he's too afraid he might run and get lost away from his tent, but sometimes he'll pace around his campsite for hours at a time to get the energy out. Her regret would absolutely be that she never questioned authority. She was born into the guard, having been a squire at age 5 and a fledgling knight at age 11. By 24 she was the head of two fleets, following every order given to him, no matter how gruesome or grave. But one day after being called to his higher ups office, she's attacked and almost killed, and in order to save himself she kills the man instead. The head of the whole guard banished her, going so far as to strip him of his armor and sword. But he slipped a second *cough* better *cough* sword into his clothes as he was thrown out. He sees now that he was simply a pawn. Perhaps she could've used her power to do more good while she still had it, had it not been for the brainwashing she had gone through from birth. Eventually Adore and Arlen stumble upon his campsite, and he promises his duty to both of them, ensuring that he'd never ever let anyone do any unnecessary harm ever again.

#my ocs #:)c btw Ross and Adore r gay for each other haha

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elecman108 · 3 years

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“We’re all mad here, Alice.”

Drawtober Day 30 brings Cheshire-cat looking Alren, lmao. I maybe made infinite checkers as the background though, so, uh, don’t mind that.

Fun fact! I always associate the Cheshire Cat with the colours pink and purple. I have only ever read Alice in Wonderland, and seen gameplay of Alice: Madness Returns. Neither of those sources have a purple and pink Cheshire Cat. So what am I thinking of?

Dis//ney. Their Cheshire cat is fuckin’ pink and purple. I had never seen it before until I googled it and found a pink and purple Cheshire cat. What the fuck. Osmosis Jones over here gaining media knowledge through some method that I’m still lost on.

One more day of Drawtober, and then... Who knows? I certainly don’t!

#the disappointment speaks #drawings by me #OCs #Drawtober #I like the idea of pink and purple stripe pants #like something about that with heeled boots makes this whole look yknow?

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ahomeboylives · 3 years

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hiii kaitlynn. don't mind me if this is annoying but i would like to hear more about irma? 🥺💗👉🏾👈🏾

KAUSAR HELLO i was so excited to see this! i have made a long post so it’s going under a read more but omg💗💜💗

and if anyone wants to know more beyond what i put here PLEASEEEE lmk what you wanna know i’d love to talk more abt irma 🥺

irma morlen!

very basics: half elf -- human dad (iaven), elf mom (kenia), second-born, w/ 4 brothers (eldest to youngest; alren, fuluin, and the twins, ayllisar and delsaran). her parents own a music shop in lushpool (d&d maps i love u… i think this city, from how i understood, would be equivalent to like maybe somewhere in italy on the sea thereabouts? looks about how you expect: lush gardens and greenery walls, breezy, bright, etc.) which they own the area above and live there as well.

her affinity toward music was realized when she was young, because guests always seemed to be relaxed and reported feeling incredibly rested after the times that irma joined in on her instruments. her parents were very inclined toward nurturing her magical ability, and therefore had her train with a bard that lived nearby (thus far, this bard is unknown to me! i have no idea who this bard is but idk im inclined to claim a jack black-like figure… fundamentally clashing with her reserved nature, but meshing VERY well with her weirdness).

she met lyanna when they were somewhat young, and clicked immediately. lyanna was more outgoing, but not outspoken (family involved in local politics, meaning she’s been in diplomatic settings forever and understands what is expected of her). i like to think one day their lessons with the bard were overlapped and they just got on really nicely. HOWEVER…………… lyanna did die under mysterious circumstances. like.. nobody really knows wtf went down. (at first w/ this i was like, ‘oh this should be a the bridge to terabithia/my girl situation’ where like, the one who dies went to do something that the pair were supposed to do together but then for whatever reason they don’t? but then i was like ‘:o what if we go for a mysterious disappearance?’ but she’s 10 years older and still doesn’t know where lyanna is, in the case of disappearance, but talks to her ghost/spirit/afterimage? idk. I’ll figure it out someday! maybe it’ll change per story i tell or smth)

yeah so basically the death of her best friend (and maybe love of her life) is like, the biggest upheaval of her life. she doesn’t know how to navigate it and neither does any of her family, because they have never had someone incredibly dear to them die suddenly with no chance of closure. they all understand loss. her mother’s loss of connection to her elven family, her father understands the loss of elders and neighbors, but none of them know the depth of this loss. this causes a rift, where irma finds it hard to connect with her family despite the love she holds for them. as a result, a few months pass and irma decides that she needs to sail, and thus begins her sailor background. she meets saren mostana (the cousin of another one of my characters!!! :O ) and sails for a few years. eventually she finds that she’s enjoying her time in neverwinter (our good ol’ generic starting point for adventuring) where she finds a group that she quite appreciates, and begins furthering her musical magic.

she’s not a stereotypical bard, partially out of me not wanting to play up the stereotype with the group i was playing with but mostly because that stereotypical behavior just didn’t mesh with my view of her. this means she doesn’t really use vocals above humming, and also she’s charismatic in the fact that she’s just really kind with resting sad face so people just trust her and she can engage in conversations smoothly (not easily!!! but smoothly).

for ppl who are into d&d, her age in adventures that I have her in is ~27, and she’s 6th level, but i really want to try and figure her out in an urban fantasy setting! and i have recently changed her from a college of lore to a college of creation bard! :)

oddly fitting ‘irma’ name meanings found on google (learnt today because i name characters mostly willy-nilly lol): Germanic ‘world, whole, universal’; Georgian ‘deer’, and Arabic ‘universal, constant movement’

motifs: yellow, water, antlers (which was before i knew the georgian meaning of ‘irma’!), music obv, lost love, ghosts

big songs from her playlist:

the bug collector by haley heynderickx

career day by keaton henson

liability by lorde

good grief by hayley williams

all i want by kodaline

(if you’re interested in more songs lmk i’ll share the playlist!!! just dont want a direct link here bc it has my name attached)

random note i found: “irma stuff: you are but a shadow of a memory. in my head you are always here but you are not a ghost protecting me. you are simply a shadow. an afterimage.” which I KNOOWOWWWWWWW is some will graham in dolce influenced bullshit but YEOWCH :(

and here are two picrews of her :~) i just think these ones are fun but i have more too aldjjdj this is the link to this one tho!!!!

#irma tag #kausar i litchrally am so excited to share #kausar #gothbi-wenkexing

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cheesegraterblogsblog · 3 years

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cheese grater

Etched graters on the opposite hand are made by a chemical change , creating razorblade-like indents on the surface. Etched graters tend to be sharper, and better at creating fine shreds than cheese graters.

Keep in mind whether you would like coarse shredding holes, fine shredding holes, or both. While some sorts of graters only accompany one shredding hole size (often handheld and zesters), others allow you to urge multiple shreds from one tool (box graters and electric graters). Some box graters even accompany wide blades for slicing. Cheese Grater is one among the foremost important component of our kitchens because it makes shredding of vegetables and fruits easy. As we all know that grating is preferred by the users rather than cutting. Because it's less time consuming and compatible tool for creating yummy food, in no time.It helps to offer interesting shapes to the food elements like bits and strips etc. This machine is extremely easy to use and are easily available in very reasonable and budget friendly price.

In this article you'll come to understand about the simplest cheese graters that are budget friendly and useful. Here comes another best cheese grater to be used . it's organized along side three differing types of blades for various purposes. the primary one is, coarse blade for shredding, the second may be a slicer blade and therefore the third may be a smooth shredding blade.

This product is recommendable for fruits, cheese for creating tasty salads, pizza, soup, and other food recipes. additionally to the present , Alrens cheese grater is best for shredding vegetables to form delicious soup, etc.

Blades of this cheese grater are designed of chrome steel that's of top quality . Veggie slicer is additionally made from food-grade plastic that's safe and doesn't damage your health.

Most importantly, you don’t got to take stress about sharp blades and fear of cutting your fingers because the blades that are present during this product aren't too sharp and protect your hand from painful cuts during grating.

It is a compatible tool, easy to use and it covers just alittle space on a bench or in your kitchen cupboard. you'll easily clean this machine just by holding it under the running water.

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Chapter 8- Is That The Sun?

AMILYN

Somewhere in my mind, for the first time today (despite all the weirdness I have been through), I silently ask myself if I AM dreaming. Maybe I am, after all.

Am I? Do I have it in my capabilities to dream stuff like this up? Am I creative enough to conjure it in my messy little head? Because you know, I know myself, and I most certainly DO NOT know myself to be the most creative of the bunch.

Still, the question does merit being asked. Because…well, because this place is too out of this world to be real.

I feel someone touch the top of my head, and suddenly the chill I didn’t know I was feeling dissipates. Now I find myself dry despite just having finished a really impressive diving stint. I turn to see Gabrielle smiling reassuringly at me.

“How are you feeling? Okay?” she asks.

“Uhh…” I manage to reply.

Not very coherent, I know. But bear with me. If seeing my nana topless, losing her a few minutes later, having two strangers fetch me to confirm her ramblings, said strangers having me ride an ultra-sonic Angelie, then diving eighty feet to meet a thirty-foot-long red snake does not boggle my mind, then this place certainly takes the cake.

I take one sweeping look around, not sure where to start. The space is a domed area, equipped with crystallized rock formations in the ceiling, hanging precariously overhead. But that’s not the weirdest part. The sound of flowing water can be heard all around, accompanied by crickets chirping, the wind softly blowing, and something that sounds like a gentle humming from the distance, which somehow calms me down. Still not the weirdest part. The space spans farther than the eyes can see, like an entire city under that river, which, to be fair, is entirely plausible. The air smells…sweet? It’s like it’s blooming season for some sort of good-scented flower and we’re right on time for the wind’s special perfume delivery. Still, I guess underground caves have a warrant to smell nice. Not too out-of-the-ordinary.

Oh, there. That, I decide, must be worth asking first.

I turn to face both Gabrielle and Arnel, both looking at me as if expecting me to turn tail and run off back to the surface.

“Uhm…is that,” I say, pointing at the big floating ball of fire in the middle of the cavern, “the sun?”

The two of them blink a few times, looking alternately at me and the object I’m pointing at.

What? I mean, it’s a valid question. How many people have a big, round, fiery…thing floating in their backyard cave? Even batman doesn’t have one. The ball of fire is yellow in color, giving off a warm, bright glow. Stalactites of all sizes and impressive formations all reflect light in its wake like bizarre disco balls. It floats in the middle of the very, and I mean VERY, spacious cavern, seemingly serving as the center point for…well, everything.

Finally, the two look at each other and nod knowingly.

“Hmm, you certainly are a blue-head. Your inner workings are a wonder,” Alren quotes, nodding.

“Well, that depends on what your question means. To the dwellers of Pinag-adlawan, yes, that is the sun. Araw, suga, as they call it here. But in your subjective view, which I’m assuming you are asking from, no, that is not THE sun. Not the one you see outside anyway. That is A sun, given to Pinag-adlawan by Apolaki when he lost a bet to the third Datu. Apparently, he took some sunlight from his eyes and imbued it to his breath, et voici, here it is,” explains Gabrielle.

I nod, as if I understand.

“Apolaki is the god of the sun. Also our patron here in Pinag-adlawan, since he’s the patron of warriors. He, together with the first datu, founded this place,” she further says.

Well honestly, it’s gonna take more than that to explain this place.

They must have read the big question mark on my face, because they both put a hand over each of my shoulders.

“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it after some time. Think of it like this, this is like Hogwarts, only without the wands. Imagine the wonderful things you’ll find here. The personal sun is just the beginning. There are loads more to see here,” Alren assures me.

I’m not sure I’m up for seeing more. Seeing the…well, A sun up close like this already feels out of this world. It’s like sitting in a large 3D space museum, only this is a more realistic experience. I can actually feel the warmth of the sun touching me. I look around and everything is casting a shadow away from the center. There is no need for torches here, the sun is a free-for-all light source. Even the trees are…

Wait, trees?

I squint to get a better view of what I just saw. And sure enough, about thirty feet from us, beyond a river, is a small forest. The tallest tree is about twenty feet tall. From here, I can see small movements in the bush. There are, I suspect, live, actual, land animals hiding just over there.

How can there be trees underground?

I decide not to ask. If there’s a mini sun here, I guess it’s acceptable to have trees. It’s a whole freaking biosphere!

“Alright, let’s get going. Amilyn, you should settle in for the night. Gab and I have some stuff to do,” says Alren.

I nod, eager to have the day over with. Maybe a good night’s rest will change my disposition towards all the weirdness of this place.

We walk. The ground, I notice, has transitioned to soil about five feet from the corners of the cavern. There are small wildflowers and grass growing freely, and a small, beaten track which we take.

Upon reaching the banks of the river, I notice there aren’t any bridges nearby. The river itself is clear, and I can see fish swimming around at the bottom, it doesn’t look that deep, so maybe we’ll take another dip?

“Enchanted river is a saltwater river, but the rivers here are mostly freshwater. You can use them for bathing and washing laundry, plus you can always grab a quick meal if you’re a decent fisher. Most of the fish are edible, and the ones that aren’t usually tell you they aren’t for eating,” explains Alren.

I nod again, as if it’s all sensible to have fishes tell me I can’t eat them.

“All of Pinag-adlawan is surrounded by rivers. If one is not welcome, the rivers serve as our first level of defense,” adds Gabrielle.

Alren conjures a small knife from his necklace. He holds out a palm, and runs the knife through it. Droplets of blood fall into the water below. Fish gather to examine the red droplet.

He hands the knife to Gabrielle, who does the same. Then they both look at me, as if expecting something.

“What? I’m not gonna…” I start to protest, suspecting what they want me to do.

Before I can finish however, Gabrielle grabs my hand and thrust it over the river. With one expert swipe, she slices my palm open, causing blood to ooze out.

I yelp in pain, and she let me go. Inspecting the wound, I find that it has already healed, and is, to my embarrassment, no longer painful.

“The beings in the river sense ones intentions, and will act in defense of Pinag-adlawan if they sense a threat,” explains Alren.

Suddenly, the river swells, and I duck back, afraid that perhaps the river sensed some unknown threat in me and has decided that the it’s time for the fish to have some snack.

However, the river does not eat me alive. Instead, the water morphs into a bridge spanning from one side of the bank to the other. Alren nonchalantly steps into the transparent bridge, followed by Gabrielle. Sensing that I’m expected to do the same, I follow suit.

Having crossed the river successfully, the three of us wordlessly carry on with out walk. We follow a beaten path through the forest (where, for some reason, the sun doesn’t penetrate and it is obviously nighttime). Past the forest is a fenced-off area. The fence is made of thin twigs and branches held together by some brown stuff and dried mud. Beyond the fence are an uncountable number of what I assume to be houses.

The houses stand on stilts, about fifteen feet above the ground. They are supported by thin stands protruding from the surface of the earth. The house itself is a rectangular space covered by what looks from here like tree barks held together to form walls. The roof is made of dried coconut leaves. A ladder made of knotted vines hangs from one of corners of the house.

We walk past several houses of the like, until we stop in from of one on the far right corner of the space.

“Here you are, Amilyn. Home sweet home for you,” declares Alren.

I look at him, not quite sure what to do.

He looks back at me expectantly.

“Well?” he says after a few seconds.

“What?” I ask.

“Up you go. Pip pip. We have to hurry off,” he replies.

I point to the ladder, then to myself, then back to the ladder. He nods.

Oh well, here goes nothing, I say to myself as I put a foot on one of the steps of the knotted ladder. I take one step up, and the ladder swings.

“Best hurry. You can get motion sickness if you stand idly. Comme vous l'avez peut-être remarqué, the ladder swings,” says Gabrielle.

I abide, taking one step next to the other up the ladder. I make it into the room without falling to my demise, a success I am willing to count.

Inside, I can see that the house’ floor is made of bamboo stalks. There are leaves growing on one corner, which leads me to the assumption that the pillars of the house are in fact, live trees.

Looking around, the house is made up of one room, a single space divided by pieces of cloth hanging from the ceiling. To one side are two of such spaces. One of the two is open, the other closed off. The open one displays a made bed that is lying directly on the ground. Beside it are what looks like several rectangular baskets of varying sizes. There is also a big jar of some sort. To the other side is a small table, over which is a mirror. On the head of the bed is a window propped open with a stick, allowing the sunlight in.

Upon closer inspection, I notice that the cloth dividing the spaces is familiar. It’s like the one hanging from our door back at the apartment.

I approach the clothing, suddenly feeling nostalgic.

Suddenly, the cloth moves.

I instantly inch back, expecting another out of the ordinary being to emerge, maybe half a bat half a moose, I don’t know.

To my surprise, a very not-so-out-of-the-ordinary girl emerges from beyond the cloth.

“Eh? Sino kaw? Unan hinang mo ani?” the girl asks quizzically.

To which I replied:

“Uhh…hi?”

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