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landwriter · 1 year

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I've been really enjoying hearing you talk about your writing :) But I was a bit ?! to hear that you've never read the comics, for no reason other than I love them and think you would enjoy them.

If you have the opportunity, I would 8000% recommend Season of Mists to you and your lovely followers. It's so fun, and has so many wonderful character cameos from Egyptian, Norse, Japanese mythology, plus the Fae, plus Angels!, plus OCs, PLUS Hob. And it's a fucking lovely storyline.

And I do think it's Dream at his most, well, Dream. The premise is literally just:

Desire: Honestly sending Nada to Hell was a dick move.

Dream: Oh, fuck off.

Death: I mean. It was though.

Dream: ??? Like, actually...???

Dream:

Dream: Shit, my bad. Okay fuck it, guess I'm going to free Nada from Hell.

Everyone: You know Lucifer & co. are LITERALLY going to try to kill / imprison you, right? And like, will probably succeed?

Dream: ??? Okay, and...???

Thank you :) And I know, I know! I'm not averse to reading them at all but it's mostly a time thing. Maybe after next season or in preparation for it? I adore mythology and I'm sure I'd love it. Also that's an incredible pitch haha!

I did, actually, almost get into The Sandman comics once. It was a near miss. Years ago, I went on this date with a guy. From OkCupid. Remember OkCupid?? Longform online dating, what an era! And we had this super charming banter over messages. We talk about authors including Neil Gaiman (foreshadowing music). He riffs off of a dumb Shakespeare pun I had on my profile about my love for potatoes.* We decide to have a picnic.

There's a thunderstorm that day. Appropriately inauspicious. He invites me to his place to wait for the weather to improve. I head over to hang out.

It was not great. In hindsight, it was one of the worst dates of my life. (So far! Always room for improvement.) His personality was WILDLY divergent from what I had expected, and also generally enjoy being around. But I'm really good at muscling through awkward dates and really bad at being like "I never plan on seeing you again!" on the spot, so when he insisted on loaning me his Sandman comics as I was trying to leave, I took them. I took them. I'm sorry. I was in my early twenties. It's my only defense.

I went home, marinated, decided yes, I really do not want to go on another date with this guy, sent him a message politely saying as much, and said I'd return his books. He said he was home all weekend so I could just come by whenever. So I trek back to his a day or so later with the carrier bag of Sandman comics. I am not looking forward to this interaction. If the vibe wasn't so bad there would've been a second date you know? The vibe, it was bad.

But lo and behold, as I walk toward his apartment complex, I see someone a ways ahead going up the steps. I see them stop to fish out their keys. I see an opportunity. I walk faster. They open the door and go inside. I break into a Business Casual Sprint. I grab the door juuuust before it closes again. I'm breathing heavily. I try to breathe quieter. I tip-toe down the stairs to his basement unit (it was a basement unit) and delicately hang the bag on his doorknob like I'm playing a game of Operation. No buzzers go off. I turn on my heel and flee. My heart is soaring. The air tastes sweeter. I have pulled off my reverse heist. I text him from the warm comfort of public transportation that I left them outside his door.

And I never thought about The Sandman again for six years.

*'Stars, hide your fries' (He replied Let not oven black my deep desires. I mean, you can see why I went.)

#asks #the sandman #the sandman comic spoilers #gloam storytime #haven't thought about that in ages #similarly i once had a one night stand that turned into a two night stand exclusively because I was returning Hermann Hesse's Steppenwolf #he was a classics student #of course #i could honestly run a whole sideblog of dating stories i used to be OUT on the town my god #funny that of all the fandoms to finally participate in it was Awful Date Guy's #wonder how he likes the show

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yourhappypappypatton · 6 years

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“Families” can be together forever.

A vent piece that’s basically been my evening. Warnings: Emotionally abusive parents, religion, a little bit of religion resentment. Word Count: 1811 Pairings: Familial LAMP/CALM Taglist: @generalfandomfabulousness @i-will-physically-fight-you @sander-sideblog @me-evil-never

“You see, Virgil, this is basically your fault. You just allow yourself to sit passively by, letting things happen around you.” Yeah, he thought, maybe because I have anxiety and the mere thought of voicing my opinion makes my blood run cold and my hands start to shake. But out loud, he said nothing. He bit his lower lip until it began to hurt and kept his stare straight ahead. He happened to be looking at his mother’s glabella. Perfect. Now to anybody, it would appear as though he was making eye contact and he couldn’t look away for the fear of making it seem as though he was giving up on his silent side of the debate.

“You could have thought of a solution! You have a brain, but instead you give all of the power to a twelve year old-” His mother was suddenly cut off for a correction. “Ten.” was his father’s input, which only seemed to fuel his mother on more. “-Ten! Even worse! You gave all the power to a ten year old and you expect them to make a smart decision?!” You’re never very keen for others to help out with issues. He once again thought spitefully. Whenever I’ve offered help in the past I’ve always been brushed off with “it helps them build character” or “They need to learn how to deal with issues all on their own.” So now when I allow that to happen, I’m the bad guy? He wasn’t surprised. Honestly. This wasn’t the first, and it wouldn’t be the last time that his parents began to yell at their children for god knows what after bringing them all together for a nice “family time.” A faint ‘meow’ from the other side of the closed glass door made VIrgil want to wince, but he kept up his stony face. He couldn’t show forth any sign of weakness now. He continued to stare on even though each and every desperate meow was like a knife stabbing, and twisting in his heart.

“You see, Virgil, thanks to your actions, the cat is basically being abused.” You were the one that put it out there! He wanted to scream. You’re the abusive mastermind behind this whole scene! I had nothing to do with this, and you know it! It’s not my fault that you’re so emotionally unstable that you believe throwing an indoor cat outside is a fair and just punishment for Logan not wanting to sing in front of you guys, not wanting to sing a religious song that’s practically propaganda anyways! It’s hardly just in the slightest! But instead, he kept his gaze forward and his jaw clenched. God, he hated being the oldest child in the household. He honestly didn’t know how Patton did it before he moved out to college. It seemed like every week their parents were yelling at his older brother for some stupid thing or another, and Patton had just learned to take it, and hadn’t turned out bad because of it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Roman fidgeting uncomfortably, and Logan looking longingly out of the glass door at their blue tabby as it let out another elongated and miserable meow.

“I half hope that the stupid cat jumps a fence and gets hit by a car.” He overheard his mother saying. Every muscle in his body seemed to tense at that. He wondered if his parents spoke about him like that when he wasn’t present. For some reason, he didn’t doubt it. They ever seemed to like him very much anyway, but now they liked him even less because they didn't have Patton to pick on. They hated the way that he locked himself in his room, they hated the way that he would haphazardly skip meals when he was feeling too depressed to even get out of bed. They hated the fact that he would either be in his room, at work, or out in his car. The ‘beloved Family Time’ that his parents had cherished and wanted for them had completely been thrown out the window since before Patton left in Virgil’s opinion, but his family simply couldn’t understand that he wanted nothing to do with them. He continued to stare forwards despite the hammering in his chest.

“Heck, I hope it jumps over any fence just to teach you kids a lesson. Two of the fences would mean it would get hit by a car, one of the fences has two dogs on the other side that would beat it up and chew on it, and the other one has another cat. Maybe they’d get into a fight.” The almost longing tone in his mother’s voice honestly made Virgil sick to his stomach. This is why he didn’t enjoy spending any time out of his room, even less around his parents. He wanted to jump up and yell “You're sadistic!” and storm out of the room, but that would just mean a bigger punishment for virgil in the end, so he stayed in the recliner and kept his gaze.

A while had passed and hardly anything had changed. Someone could almost cut the tension in the air with a knife. His mother finally spoke up again. “Your see, this is a perfect example of Justice and Mercy. I set down perfectly reasonable-” Yeah right. “-Rules and consequences. Logan broke it, and now I demand justice whether it be by keeping the cat outside, or Logan singing and us letting the cat back in. Logan is refusing to meet my demands for justice, so what should come out of it?” Your never brought up where mercy comes into play here, your absolute witch. Virgil thought while he clamped his hands together. His mother turned on him and quirked a brow while somehow maintaining her glare. “Virgil? Can your think of an alternative option?” Virgil glared right back and kept his silence. He could feel the cold radiating off of his mother at this point. Out of the corner of his eye, Virgil could see Roman fidgeting even worse now. He finally broke. “How about I take Logan downstairs and he can just sing the stupid song to me?”

His mother looked at Roman with an almost displeased look. “Fine. Wow, Virgil and Logan. I would have thought that the cat would mean more to both of you. You two were so eager to get her in the first place.” Virgil had finally had enough, and while Roman was descending the stairs, he took Logan by the arm and mumbled “C’mon” even though his anxiety had practically spiked at that point. Logan looked up at him, and Virgil could see the fear in the child’s eyes. “Where are we going?” Logan asked. Virgil looked towards the staircase as he mumbled a quick “Downstairs.” This seemed to be acceptable enough for Logan because he followed Virgil down without another word. After the two had climbed down far enough that their parents couldn’t see them, Virgil really had to refrain himself from flipping his parents off. The only thing that stopped him was giving his brothers a bad example.

Virgil quickly moved to the couch, where he sat down and drew his legs up to his chest. Making himself smaller even in a completely non threatening environment was the most comforting thing he could think of after escaping that tense scene. He attempted to lengthen his breathing as he caught the tail end of what Logan was saying. “-ave to actually sing it or may I recite it like a poem?” Virgil and Roman shared a shrug before Roman said “Whatever you wish, Lo.” With that, the room fell completely silent before Logan began to quietly recite the lyrics to the least appropriate song for what had just happened.

“I have a family here on earth. They are so good to me. I want to spend my life with them through all eternity. Families can be together forever through Heavenly Father’s plan. I always want to be with my own family and the Lord has shown me how I can. While I am in my early years I’ll prepare most carefully so I can marry in God’s temple for eternity. Families can be together forever through Heavenly Father’s plan. I always want to be with my own family and the Lord has shown me how I can.”

Through the whole time Logan recited the song, Virgil couldn’t help but think about the lyrics. He didn’t want to be with his family for all eternity if it meant having to spend literally forever with his parents. He didn’t believe in the church that his family made him attend. He had no interest in getting married or even in dating. The irony of the situation was almost overwhelming in a morbid way. Instead of bringing any of this up, or acknowledging it for more than a few seconds, he nodded to Roman and Logan and they began their journey upstairs.

“Did he do it?” Mother asked. Roman and Virgil nodded. His mother opened the glass door and the cat darted in. Logan went straight to it and pulled it onto his lap. He looked more emotionally drained than usual. Virgil went back to his chair, as did Roman. Pretending once again to be the “good guy” in this scenario, his mother smiled and began to speak. “This whole thing was a metaphor for the afterlife. I was Heavenly Father. I set laws that got broken, and God said that no unclean thing can dwell with him. The cat was paying the consequence for that like we do in this life.” Virgil looked up at the ceiling in the hopes that if he didn’t have to look at his mother while she was spewing this off, it would make it less painful. He heard his mother abruptly stop and then “Virgil Sanders, are you rolling your eyes at me?!” He felt the anxiety gripping at his throat, but he managed a glare, a shake of the head, and an angrily mumbled “I wasn’t.” His mother didn’t even try to go back into the whole story she was creating. She threw down her crocheting supplies, crossed her arms, and finished in one breath. “Basically Roman was Jesus Christ, helping us atone for our sins and the cat was us getting into heaven afterwards.”

Virgil tuned out for the rest of the night until he could get back into his room and properly curse and flip everything off. The one thought that got him through the night was two more years. You only have to stay here for two more years, then you can quite the church, go to college, live your life, and never have to say anything to these excuses of parents ever again.

A/N: This was my evening (plus more IRL yay me) tonight. I needed a positive way to get my anger out, and I needed to get myself back into writing so hey, double win for me. Sorry that this was kind of ooc and not too fluffy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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netherwar-rpg-blog · 7 years

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Welcome to the Wardens, Bo! Your application for ROGUE OC has been accepted with an Emilia Clarke FC.

I think we can all honestly say that we are super excited to have a Rogue/Bard in the group! I love how Belladonna is this clever, creative but sly woman - a celebrity in some ways! - and she is as dangerous as she is talented in her cunning ways. There is definitely a playful side to her I think, especially in the RP sample, which will be so interesting to see with the other Wardens! I think her talents with knowing the noble circles and the political pressures in Highwing will be called upon frequently by the Wardens, so she will become an essential source of information at times. She’s wonderfuly described and written; I can’t wait to see how she evolves during the hardships and battles the Wardens will have to endure!

The application can be found under the cut. You have 48 hours to create a roleplay account (cannot be a sideblog) for your character and we will be updating our opening date soon!

O O C - I N F O

Name: Bo

Age: 21

Timezone: CST

Activity Level: On a scale of 1-10, I can be about a 6. With my RPH and my schoolwork, I’m fairly busy. Sometimes there will be times where I’ll have to be gone for a whole day for maybe a jazz band concert or when the play I’m putting on is going on.

Extra: Any flashing gifs? Not necessarily a trigger, but I would prefer them tagged!

C H A R A C T E R - I N F O

T H E - B A S I C S

Name: Belladonna Tabris

Gender: Female

Age: 30

Class: Rogue; Bard

Faceclaim: Emilia Clarke

C H A R A C T E R - D E T A I L S

Nationality: Northern Regions (Siften)

Appearance:

Belladonna is a very aristocratic looking woman. Despite her humble beginnings, she was blessed with clear skin. However, she did have a bit of back acne, so she’s got a few acne scars on her back. As far as scars go, she’s got a small scar on her eyebrow from a stray rock when she was 10, and she’s got a larger scar on her stomach from an assassination attempt later in life. Despite Emilia’s frame, Belladonna is a bit chunkier than Emilia though not by much. She’s not itty bitty, but she’s not as large as her mother.

Personality:

Positive: Clever, Freethinking, Imaginative, Virtuoso, Principled, Realistic (though sometimes pessimistic), Youthful, Undogmatic Negative: Conceited, Criminal, Demanding, Domineering, Haughty, Irritable, Power-hungry, Sly

C H A R A C T E R - B A C K G R O U N D

History:

From the beginning of her life, Belladonna loved to sing. She adored the act of singing, hearing, and learning music just like her own mother. Often, she would sit in taverns with her mother and listen to her sing to the patrons and occasionally steal the coin purses right off of their belts.

Bell’s mother was a bard, and often she would sell secrets to lords and ladies of courts and places where she played. Bell’s mother taught Bell these tricks in due time through her life starting from age 5 (where she would wait for her mother to seduce men so Bell could slip behind them and cut their purses) to age 18 when her mother finally passed away. She taught Bell to woo a man or woman to get information and how to properly eavesdrop in a room full of patrons in a tavern. Many of Bell’s talents are thanks to her lovely mother, someone she still thinks of fondly of today.

Throughout her teenage years, she grew closer to her mother in the small village they lived in. Bell rarely talked to people in her village, opting instead to speak to travelers in the taverns where they would stop to resupply. Most of them told stories of the capital—Sorvin of its beauty. But the place she truly desired to be was Highwing. More than anything in the world, Bell desired to go to Highwing and sing for the King and Queen of Eldris. Her mother would always frown at Bell’s mention of this and move on from whatever they were talking about. Her mother was very vocally against Bell ever doing anything in Highwing or anything away form their small village in Siften. Never meeting her father, Bell assumed it was because her father was from Highwing. Her mother’s wary looks when a traveler would speak to Bell was proof enough. Bell was sure her father had broken her mother’s heart. But, she never learned the truth of that.

One fateful day (on her 18th birthday in fact), her mother was caught stealing and murdered by the man she stole from. Later on that night, Belladonna killed her first man, taking revenge for her mother’s death. When the guard came for her, she left Siften. She ran as far away as she could, all the way to Highwing, dodging the guard to the Siften border and then stealing to eat and live after that. She only got caught a few times when she just starting out, but by the time she got to Highwing, she was getting so much better. She’d leeched talents with her learned observing nature. Her mother taught her from the beginning to watch and learn and then watch and learn again.

She started off singing in local taverns, begging at some, and eventually got discovered by a young noble’s son who was in one of the upper class taverns with his father. She almost didn’t score that gig that night, almost getting flat out rejected for her appearance before she sang for the owner. The young noble demanded his father buy Belladonna for his use and singing, and for the low low price of 7 gold marks. The price of a person can be so fickle sometimes. Desperately in need of money, Bella took the gig, and for 5 years, she sang and tangled with the handsome young noble.

She was free to do as she wished when she wasn’t singing, so she explored the city as much as she could. She had money now, more money than she could believe. She had a salary! She had money to buy real clothes! She experienced a taste of a good life, and she never wanted to let it go. When she had money to actually live, she never wanted to be poor again, and she never wanted to feel helpless again. So, she made connections. She made friends. She got connections between sets, and she became quite the underground hit with most of the nobles. Before she knew it, other nobles were asking to hire her for a few nights (hiring her obviously through her current employers). She was happy, and she was popular.

When her young lord got married, she refused to “sing” for him anymore and used the connections she made over time and began to sing for the Highwing opera house. She sang; she danced. She became quite the soprano. By the time she was 28, she was one of the most sought out singer in the capital. She sang for a whole slew of people, poor and rich. Her face was on every poster and the like. And for 2 years, she was living in the lap of luxury. Golden silks and jewelry dangling from every surface. She was loving it. Until reports of the undead began to surface.

Then, she got worried. Her way of life was threatened! And when the opera house started to decline due to the political climate and the lowered financial glory, Bella knew she had to do something. So, she took the training she’d honed over the years, her roguish ways with a lock and key and headed for a group she knew would be able to help stop the wave of terror that would inevitably reach the capital—The Wardens. So, she headed as fast as she could to where they were rumored to be—Miwor Town—to join up, and she refused to leave until she was accepted. She was, in fact, so insistent that Sally Derry nearly kicked her out for sheer impertinence. But, she was accepted with reluctant gusto.

Reason for joining the Wardens:

Ever the gray area, Belladonna thinks the Wardens can help. If they can fix the whole “undead” thing, then she’s in. She wants to feel safe again, and she wants her life back again where she can just sing and be happy and rich. She’d never been rich before, and she wants that back. With the opera house closing for the time being, she wants to feel safe again, and she knows she can’t without defeating the big evil she used to only sing about.

Desired Connections:

The Stalker: Belladonna met The Stalker on her trip to Highwing, and they rescued her from an attack of wolves. She vaguely remembers them, but by the time she woke up the next morning, they were gone. She regrets never being able to say thank you.

The Leader: Belladonna has seen the Leader at various noble events in the capital. They know of eachother and Belladonna was as surprised

R O L E P L A Y - S A M P L E

Screams and shouts rouse your character from an afternoon nap in the busy town. A rough looking thief is dashing through the crowds, huddling a bag of jewels to his chest, and the soldiers are too far to act. What does your character do?

…Sitting in her dressing room, Bell stared out of the window and out at the streets of Highwing. She yawned quietly and sipped quietly at her tea. It was cold by now, but she didn’t mind, waking from blissful sleep to hear the sounds of the city around her. She gazed out with vibrant and bright eyes towards the streets where she saw a man ducking and running through the streets with a thick sack of gold and such. A few gold crowns slipped from the bag as he bumped into a very large man walking down the marketplace. He muttered a quick apology and continued to run while guards, bringing up the rear, chased after him. Thoroughly interested, she left her room to move through the crowd after him. She followed behind enough to see him actually give the guards the slip. So, he turned towards home, or what he called a home. She watched him finally slip inside and lock the door behind him. Bell glanced around to notice where she was in Highwing and grinned to herself, turning around and marching back to her dressing room.

She pulled her hair up out of her face, tying it back with a leather tie. She pulled her hood up to disguise her unique white gold hair and adjusted the black leather bodice she wore. A black silk scarf hid her face as she slipped out into the night where the silent marketplace hung in suspense. Her feet were light as a feather, dancing against the cobblestone of the street all the way to the thief’s house.

Slipping past guards to avoid suspicion (all persons in all black were inevitably found suspicious), Bell made it back to the thief’s house. It was easy to slip inside. Bell made quick work of the lock and slipped inside, tiptoeing across the dirt floor towards the sleeping thief. He looked so peaceful. She grabbed parchment and scribbled out a brief note before searching through nook and cranny for that bag of jewels.

Beneath a pile of hay, she found the sack, filled with rubies and amethysts and emeralds (her favorite). She snatched the bag, leaving one gold crown on the note she’d written.

‘You make a poor thief.

xoxo, a better thief’

She crept over a guard, eyes half lidded from lack of sleep. Two bags in her hand, she dropped on at his feet before disappearing into the night. The other bag, she tied to her belt, carrying it back to her dressing room. She’d be damned if she gave up those emeralds to the law. And a few gold crowns… And maybe one or two rubies. The rest, well, she’d return that stolen property. But, she always had her finder’s fee. Besides, the emeralds would look better on her.

#accepted #admin notice

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