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spaceratprodigy · 6 months

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OCs as Obscure References

Thank you for the tags @darkfire1177 @bokatan @hibernationsuit 💖💕

👇❤💜 Faith, Iris, Maril, AND Poppy 💙🖤👇

Name:

Captain Faith Hawthorne

Animal:

Rat / Bunny / Sprat

Colors:

❤🖤💛

Month:

August

Songs:

Pressure – Billy Joel

Chop Suey! – System of a Down

Autoclave – The Mountain Goats

Angel with a Shotgun – The Cab

I Think We're Alone Now (Cover) – Billie Joe Armstrong

In Your Eyes – Peter Gabriel

God Only Knows – The Beach Boys

The Longest Time – Billy Joel

Number:

Plants:

Peony / Spider Lily

Smells:

vanilla and sweet bakery smells, old books and paper smells, a nice cologne, the smell of the forest when she would go hiking on Earth, gasoline (x)

Gemstone:

Villiaumite / Peridot

Time of Day:

Sunrise / Middle of the Night

Season:

Spring / Autumn

Places:

Fallbrook, Devil's Peak Station, Botanical Lab, Edgewater, Grand Colonial Hotel Penthouse Suite, Purpleberry Orchards

Food:

Empanadas, Rice, Sofrito, Sweets and Pastries, Cheese, Potatoes

Drinks:

Water, Tea, Orange Juice, Milk, Rum

Element:

Fire

Astrological Sign:

Leo

Seasonings:

Adobo, Sazón

Sky:

Full of Stars

Weather:

Warm Spring Day

Weapons:

The Vermin II

Hunting Rifle Hyper

Phin's Phorce (sentimental)

Social Media:

Tumblr

Makeup Product:

Black Nail Polish

Candy:

Dark Chocolate

Method of Long Distance Travel:

Spaceship (via The Unreliable)

Art Style:

Art Nouveau / Baroque

Fear:

loneliness, alcoholism, addiction, abuse, not being good enough, the drastic consequences of failing or not making the "right" choice, how many people she's hurt, never being safe, never being happy, whether or not she's capable of love or being loved back, never finding comfort, her numbness and anger consuming her

Mythological Creature:

Phoenix

Piece of Stationary:

An old, worn, well loved paper. The edges have started turning brown, on it is written all sorts of calculations and schematics that probably only make sense to her, some doodles in the margins where she was lost in thought.

Three Emojis:

⭐🐀📚

Celestial Body:

Cone Nebula / Carina Nebula / Eye of God

Name:

Miss Iris

Animal:

Deer / Bear / Radstag / Yao Guai

Colors:

💜💙🖤❤

Month:

December

Songs:

Invisible Touch – Genesis

Everybody Wants You – Billy Squier

Black Sheep – Metric

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For – U2

I Want You to Want Me – Cheap Trick

Babe – Styx

All Night Forever – TWRP

Number:

Plants:

Iris / Forget Me Not / Hyacinth / Lily of the Valley

Smells:

gentle floral scents, wood and sawdust, the smells of spices and nice hearty soups cooking, petrichor (x)

Gemstone:

Rhodolite Garnet / Scorodite

Time of Day:

Sunset

Season:

Winter

Places:

Red Rocket Truck Stop, Sanctuary, Valentine Detective Agency, The Third Rail, Diamond City Radio, Atom Cats Garage

Food:

Soups, Fruits, Veggies, Breads, Breakfast Foods

Drinks:

Coffee, Milkshake, Fruit Juice, Whiskey

Element:

Earth / Water

Astrological Sign:

Sagittarius

Seasonings:

Garlic Powder, Onion Powder, Rosemary, Parsley, Coriander

Sky:

Warm Sunset Colors

Weather:

Chilly Jacket Weather

Weapons:

Agamemnon the Fuck Upper (10mm pistol)

Amadeus (rifle)

Le Boom Stick Terribles (combat shotgun)

Social Media:

Makeup Product:

Dark Eyeshadow

Candy:

Chocolate with Caramel / Toffee

Method of Long Distance Travel:

Walking

Art Style:

Rococo / Art Deco / Impressionism

Fear:

losing everything and everyone she loves all over again, not being good enough, not being able to help or save people, causing harm or pain to others, being a burden, never being loved, never being wanted, never being able to free herself, never being able to rebuild a new life with people to love and be loved back by, failing her son, becoming a mother again, failing as a mother again

Mythological Creature:

Siren / Fairy

Piece of Stationary:

A love letter handled with the utmost care. She poured her heart into her elegantly written words. The precision is not lost on you, she wants it known you were worth the time. She signs her name with a lipstick kiss that makes your heart flutter. The parchment smells slightly like her gentle perfume.

Three Emojis:

💋💐🎭

Celestial Body:

Fireworks Galaxy / Pandora's Cluster

Name:

Maril Highwind

Animal:

Crow

Colors:

🖤💙💚💛

Month:

March

Songs:

Shipmeisters' Shanty – Yoko Shimomura

Traverse Town – Yoko Shimomura

The Afternoon Streets – Yoko Shimomura

A Twinkle in the Sky – Yoko Shimomura

Asteroid Attack – Yoko Shimomura

Number:

Plants:

Hydrangea / Morning Glory / Sunflower

Smells:

oil, grime, workshop smells, ink, parchment, wood, paint, dusty old books, the smell of food cooking in the Twilight Town Bistro (x)

Gemstone:

Azurite / Malachite

Time of Day:

Early Afternoon

Season:

Summer

Places:

Traverse Town, Hollow Bastion, The Grid, 100 Acre Wood, Twilight Town

Food:

Sea Salt Ice Cream, Sugary Skies Ice Cream, Royalberry Ice Cream, Carrot Potage, Beef Sauté, Tarte aux Fruits

Drinks:

Lemonade, Limeade, Orange Juice, Apple Cider, Hot Chocolate

Element:

Lightning / Air

Astrological Sign:

Aries

Seasonings:

Basil, Oregano, Cumin

Sky:

Clear Blue

Weather:

Perfect Summer Day

Weapons:

Custom Twin Shooters / Rifle

Social Media:

Instagram

Makeup Product:

Sparkly Cosmetic Stars

Candy:

Sour Gummy Worms / Cotton Candy

Method of Long Distance Travel:

Gummi Ship

Art Style:

Futurism / Neon Art

Fear:

abandonment, something bad happing to her family and friends, not being able to protect the people she cares about, the darkness, her world disappearing while she's away

Mythological Creature:

Wyvern / Harpy

Piece of Stationary:

A stack of worn, rolled up scrolls. The dustier ones are filled with spells and runes you're not quite sure how to read. The ones that smell of inks and paints are beautiful illustrations of various gummi ship designs. The newest scrolls are countless blueprints, they are quite fascinating! Many are for building gummi ships, some are for custom weapons and defense systems.

Three Emojis:

✨🛸🤖

Celestial Body:

Cosmos Redshift 7 / Saturn

Name:

Poppy

Animal:

Snake / Deathclaw

Colors:

❤🖤

Month:

May

Songs:

Foreign Object – The Mountain Goats

Choked Out – The Mountain Goats

Raining Blood – Slayer

Light Up the Night – The Protomen

I Am... All Of Me – Crush 40

Want You Gone – Jonathan Coulton

Number:

Plants:

Poppy / Bleeding Heart

Smells:

Blood, Filth, Campfire, Mildew, Foul Stench of Death

Gemstone:

Cuprite / Amber

Time of Day:

Evening

Season:

Summer / Autumn

Places:

Nuka-World, Grandchester Mystery Mansion, Pickman Gallery, The Combat Zone, Goodneighbor

Food:

Candies, Jerky, Noodles

Drinks:

Nuka-Cherry, Smoothie, Slushie

Element:

Fire

Astrological Sign:

Gemini

Seasonings:

Paprika, Cinnamon, Crushed Red Pepper

Sky:

Dark and Cloudy

Weather:

Stormy and Slightly Windy

Weapons:

Disciples Blade (from Nisha)

Pickman's Blade

Chain-Wrapped Aluminum Baseball Bat

Triple-Hooked Meat Hook

Social Media:

Twitter

Makeup Product:

Red Lipstick

Candy:

Cherry Flavored Candies

Method of Long Distance Travel:

Walking / Train

Art Style:

Expressionism / Surrealism

Fear:

weakness, not being able to defend herself, being captured or imprisoned in any way, loss of autonomy in any way

Mythological Creature:

Hellhound

Piece of Stationary:

An old, torn, crumpled up piece of paper. It's covered in dirt, or maybe that's soot. Did someone try to burn this? The handwriting is sloppy, but the words tell a story. Perhaps a diary entry. It's hard to read, but it's heartbreaking, desperate. This is something someone had to tell, to get it out of their system. It looks as if they tried to destroy it when they were done but swiftly changed their mind. Maybe, in the end, they hoped someone would find it, someone would know their story, maybe even find comfort in it that they're not alone if they've been forced to endure the same pain.

Three Emojis:

🗡💀🍒

Celestial Body:

Sun / Engraved Hourglass Nebula

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#uh oh besties I felt like doing all of the girlies #also bc I wanted to show off the updated banners I did for them #faith and iris coded lmao #captain of the unreliable #sole survivor #maril highwind #poppy

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lilypixels · 6 months

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—OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

@saruin tagged me :D lets go with Victor for this

ANIMAL: I wanna say deer but not sold on it...just not sure what other animal

COLORS: green, brown

MONTH: may

SONGS: I have a playlist

NUMBER: 8

PLANTS: rosemary, daisy ?

SMELLS: mint, rosemary

GEMSTONE: peridot ?

TIME OF DAY: sunny fall afternoon

SEASON: fall

PLACES: bruh idk a sunny art studio

FOOD: warm bread, like a croissant

DRINKS: warm tea on cold day

ELEMENT: earth

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: gemini

SEASONINGS: rosemary, salt

SKY: normal...?

WEATHER: warm sun with slight chill in air

MAGICAL POWER: idk what to say, bros literally a witch-

WEAPONS: a crossbow idk aa

SOCIAL MEDIA: ...twitter?

MAKEUP PRODUCT: lipgloss

CANDY: caramel candies

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: broomstick-

ART STYLE: impressionism

FEAR: failure, insecurity

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: ...i know of many but idk bruh

PIECE OF STATIONARY: colored pencil

THREE EMOJIS: ✨💚🌱

CELESTIAL BODY: stars

i tagggg @void-imp @latte-trait @lazysunjade @rollingsim @luminelfy @simmingonthelow @morrigan-sims @morgynemberisagenderfluiddaddy and everyone else who wants to aaa

#well this was a bit tougher than expected #i feel like i shouldve picked someone else maybe...#tag thing #oc: victor doyle

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pitchmoss · 3 months

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—OCS as OBSCURE REFERENCES

my accidental-sleeping beauty-warlock: Briar🥀

tagged by: @rolangf🐌

tagging: @druidgroves @corpo-rat @timdownie @bethesdas @devilbrakers @bhaalcest

ANIMAL: butterfly, vulture, deer, suzhousaurus.

COLORS: laurel green, rose, violet, black.

MONTH: december.

SONGS: Family Tree by Ethel Cain, All I Ask Of You performed by Sierra Bogess & Hadley Fraser, Sisters Of The Moon by Fleetwood Mac

NUMBER: 3

PLANTS: rose, blackberry, moonflower.

SMELLS: amber, jasmine, patchouli, myrrh.

GEMSTONE: bloodstone.

TIME OF DAY: night.

SEASON: winter.

PLACES: the cabin, baldur's gate.

FOOD: coffee cake, cozy stew, street tacos.

DRINKS: sweet tea, moscow mule, matcha latte.

ELEMENT: earth, air.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: sagittarius, libra, virgo.

SEASONINGS: black pepper, garlic, rosemary.

SKY: a clear night with a full moon.

WEATHER: thunder with gentle rain.

MAGICAL POWER: warlock magic.

WEAPONS: sickle, daggers, spells.

SOCIAL MEDIA: tumblr, instagram.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: black eyeshadow.

CANDY: chocolate bars.

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: cart hopping, hitch hiking.

ART STYLE: gothic, thores shibamoto, norihiro yagi.

FEAR: being stuck forever.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: jackalope.

PIECE OF STATIONARY: weathered journal pages.

THREE EMOJIS: 🦋🔮🥀

CELESTIAL BODY: moons.

#tag game #ocs #oc briar #ty for tagging <3 #baldur's gate #dungeons and dragons #she's shipped w wyll :>

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k1nky-fool · 7 months

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The Ace Of Swords

Book I: The Devil in the Details

Chapter III: The Inevitable

Nadia Satrinava x OC, Callisto

Warnings: Little more sexual tension, future NSFW, Lucio is unsettling, Plague victims, and a lot of angst.

Masterlist

Chapter III:

“Mortals?”

“Yeah, I don’t think Vulgora is any more human than Valdemar.” Callisto said. They were alone on the veranda. Nadia sent the servants away for a little while so they could privately discuss the findings of Callisto’s impromptu magic interrogation. “And Lucio mentioned getting his power from something more powerful than me, and he also had a little bit of a vendetta against death.”

Nadia stared down at her tea, thinking over everything carefully. Callisto began to feel something heavy weighing down on the senses of her magic as she focused. “Nadia, are you being entirely honest with me?”

“You know as much as I do, Callisto.” She says calmly.

“About everything?”

Nadia picks up that she’s searching for something more mystic, but that also means that she just has to follow along. Callisto knows it’s because she herself doesn’t quite know why she’s asking, she just gets the sense that she has to.

“I can’t imagine what else you would need to know about the situation.” Nadia figures. While she isn’t showing any outward signs of aggression, Callisto gets the sense that she’s becoming defensive, but she knows the question she has to ask next.

“What truly brought you to me in the library that day?” She finds herself asking again. “You said intuition, but you realize saying that to me is like saying the wind blew you in.”

Immediately, Callisto could feel the shift in her aura that told her that there was a wall keeping Nadia from answering. So she decided that if Nadia didn’t feel safe enough to tell the truth, Callisto would start with her own honesty. “I can sense that there’s something strong keeping you from telling me.

“I did not hire you to scrutinize me.” Nadia keeps her voice low and calm, but Callisto is finally seeing the defensiveness.

“I know you want me to stop, but you wanted my talents, and right now, they’re telling me that there’s something in you that flinches away from that answer like it’s burned you.” Callisto explains herself fully, but as soon as she says that, Nadia won’t look at her. “Oh, it’s burned you before.”

Nadia takes a deep breath. “Why do you need to know?”

Callisto takes out her deck of cards, and places it on the table in front of Nadia. “Ask the cards.”

“Why would you ask them? Shouldn’t you know your own reasons for wanting that answer?”

“I’m not asking them, you are.” Callisto said. “The Arcana are bound to speak nothing but truth. It’s also why they speak so cryptically. You‘re closed off. So if you can’t hear it from me, I’ll tell you how to hear it from them.”

Nadia eyed her skeptically. This was a little more risky, since someone as solitary as her would usually be just as closed off to the Arcana, but Callisto could read in small, sparkling pieces, around Nadia that she could pull this off if Callisto was a good enough teacher. Thankfully, she was hopeful enough to pick up the cards.

Her hands elegantly shuffled the cards together. “How many do I pull?”

“Start simple with just one.” Callisto instructs. Nadia shuffled once more and pulled the top card, and set it down on the table. It was The Tower.

Oh, the Arcana like this idea.

“How do I hear them?” She asked.

“Start with what you see on the card. I made this deck myself, and every piece of art has a meaning, even if I didn’t know it at the time.” She explains.

“I see a deer carcass covered in red beetles. Its antlers are cracking and on fire. The Tower behind the carcass is getting struck by lightning.” Nadia narrates.

“The Tower is a symbol. The tower was built for a purpose, but in order to move on, the tower must fall. It’s usually a signifier that something you have put a lot of effort into, or perhaps something comforting to you must be brought down in order to continue your journey.” Callisto explains.

Callisto gets up from her seat and kneels beside Nadia, as she holds the card lightly, reflecting the light off the gold accents.

“Close your eyes and let the meaning of The Tower reflect onto the question.” She says. “Why is it important for me to know? Let it spiral, and feel for the answer. Let your intuition guide you to a stop, then listen.”

Nadia is silent for what feels like hours, but could have only been minutes. Callisto stays silent and lets her focus. A tear comes from Nadia’s closed eye, but she wipes it away as she finally opens her eyes and sets the card down.

“What did The Tower say?”

“They said to leave my fear behind. And that you were waiting for me on the other side.” Nadia says quietly.

Callisto can’t help but smile. Not just because of how The Tower had put it, but also because she was just proud of her. It wasn’t easy for Callisto to learn to hear every Arcana, but Nadia had managed it on the first try, with a random card. “And how do you choose to act on the voice of the Arcana?”

Nadia stood, inviting Callisto along with her to the edge of the varanda. “I was all ready to give up hope in Vesuvia.” She confesses. “I had been entertaining the thought of just running away.”

“Where would you go?” Callisto asked.

“Back home to Prakra, with my tail between my legs, admitting that Lucio, the court, and Vesuvia had defeated me.” She said with the general frustration that’s been hiding in her since she saw her at the Consul’s estate.

“So what stopped you?”

“It was a helpless gamble for a reason to stay.” Nadia explained. “I had all but broken down under everything, but I was desperate for just a sign that not all was lost. It might have even been a joke at the moment, but I told Chandra that if she found any hope in Vesuvia, I would take it.”

That was something a little odd. Not to Callisto, or any magician with a familiar, but Nadia wasn’t a magician. She was, however, suspiciously quick to learn magic, and she asked her animal companion to help in her support system. Nadia had all the signs a magician looks for when choosing an apprentice, but it seems she wasn’t interested in following that path.

“I didn’t expect Chandra to lead me out into the courtyard, where I found Clio chasing butterflies.” Nadia says. “And when Clio led me to you in the library.”

At the very least that explains why Nadia was so curious about her. However, Callisto’s attention was drawn to the new aura that surrounded Nadia. She was at peace. “Would it help if I said you’ve given me hope too?”

“To someone of your power?”

“I’m just a magician.” Callisto said. “There are some things I’ll never have control of, but I don’t need to have control. What I need is someone just as devoted as I am to changing things. If you’ve found hope in me, then my only hope is you.”

“I suppose we’ll have to do it together.” Nadia says. “If I may ask, why did you choose to help me?”

“Well, since we’re being honest. I came to the palace because my aunt, Mosyne, died of the Red Plague, and I wanted to find a cure, so nobody would ever feel what I felt again. But The Arcana have been telling me that this plague is no ordinary illness. And now, they’re telling me that I’ll find my answers within the palace.”

“And what do you make of that?”

“Something is deeply wrong in the palace.” Callisto began. “Animals are beings that can be guided by forces like The Arcana. It’s why good magicians always have familiars. I think Chandra brought you to me that day because you asked her to find hope. I needed you that day because I was looking in the wrong place. From my point of view, Clio brought me an answer.”

“Then Fate has chosen us to solve this problem.” Nadia says. “Personally, I don’t like Fate deciding what my responsibilities are, but if there is a chance we can save Vesuvia from The Red Plague, then I suppose I will do Fate this one favor.”

Callisto giggled. “I’m sure Fate appreciates the gesture.”

Nadia smiles, but her attention is quickly caught by something in the garden.

Callisto follows her eyes, and sees the same movement she does as it comes closer to the veranda. The movement stops as the crawling animal comes up the shrubs and exits onto the veranda’s railing.

As it slithers into the faint sunlight, Callisto’s blood runs cold. “What are you doing here?” She asks quickly.

“Callisto, look.” Nadia says, pointing at a small cloth bag in the snake’s mouth, that does look quite heavy for it to be lifting. “Do you know this snake?”

Her question hangs in the air as Callisto is preoccupied with searching the garden for the magician attached to this snake, but she turns up empty no matter where she looks. “What do you have, Faust?”

She takes the invitation cautiously and comes up to Callisto, past Nadia. Faust drops the bag in front of her and looks shy as she coils up, waiting for her to open it. She opens the drawstring and finds a circular disk with a pointing needle on it.

Asra’s compass?

As Callisto holds it in her hand, she can feel the embedded traces of Asra’s magic that come to the surface with a pure intention. She can hear his voice with the whispering mystery that’s always followed him.

“If you go where I can’t follow, then my heart is with you.”

It was his first step. And Callisto could afford to take one too. If Nadia noticed the tear that escaped her eye, then she didn’t say anything about it.

“Thank you, Faust.” She offered her hand to her. “You know I could never be angry with you.”

If snakes could jump, she would have. Faust immediately slithered up her arm and squeezed with all the affection she’d missed in the last few months since they’ve seen each other. “I missed you too. Can you take something back to him for me?”

She spent a few more seconds squeezing before she got back on the railing and waited for her next parcel. Callisto took the emerald necklace off, and focused on the gem. Thankfully, crystals and gems already hold magic energy very well, and this gem was already tied to someone they both knew and loved. She poured every emotion she could into that gem. Every moment she knew Asra was there for her and aunt Mosyne. And every moment she ever spent with Asra that she knew their friendship was one she never wanted to end.

I could never forget where we came from.

She put the necklace in the bag and gave it to Faust, thankfully this one was lighter for her to carry, and she was off much faster than she arrived.

“I suppose Fate is still hard at work, then.”

“No, Asra is.” Callisto said. “I don’t know where he is, or what he’s doing, but I get the sense that it is just as important as what we are doing here.”

“What did you do to that emerald?”

“I sent a message. I don’t want our last meeting to be our goodbye.” She said, “What’s our next move?”

“We need to find something that can string all of this together. You said Lucio got his power from something more powerful than you. I want you to focus on trying to find out what, while I speak to Valerius again. He is most honest when he is being judgemental, so it should be easy to get him to start insulting the rest of the court.” Nadia explains. “Whatever you need to search for an answer to Lucio’s plans, I will tell the servants to get for you.”

Callisto nodded. “I will warn you that finding such a thing may be out of the range for even the Arcana, if Lucio managed to find a powerful being to deal with. There are beings more powerful than Arcana.”

“I somehow doubt that Lucio is competent enough to find anything you can’t handle.” Nadia deadpanned. “He’s more of an opportunist, so I think this being found Lucio, and he was foolish enough to take its offer.”

Figures that if anybody knew his personality well, it would probably be his wife, even as estranged as they are. “Reading the cards for answers about him works better if he’s at least in the room with me, but I know how to get around him.”

“If you think it’s wise, then do as you need.” Nadia says. “Speaking of which, I believe the next session of his portrait is in a few minutes.”

Callisto barely gets a “Shit.” under her breath before she’s running back into the palace to get to the studio on time. She doubts her usual excuse would work on Lucio.

The halls were so long and intricate that it was easy for her to get lost, and eventually, she was. A quick glance at the compass still in her hand, proved strange. It definitely didn’t point North.

She followed the needle, and it brought her to an archway over a stone wall. The stone hummed with a magic she recognized. It was Aunt Mosyne’s magic, still sitting here, waiting to be discovered. She focused on the arch, pressing her hands to the stone, and eventually, she fell directly through the wall, landing on the floor that was just around the corner from the studio.

Collecting herself, and pretending like she knew that would happen, she continued on her way. The air became stale, and the warm light was no match for the cold and gray feeling of a presence that alerted her to an unexpected visitor. Callisto arrived at the same time Lucio was arriving, with Quaestor Valdemar in tow.

“The canals are structured correctly. You do not need to worry about it.” Valdemar commented.

“But Noddy keeps pestering me about it!” Lucio whined.

“I will handle it.” Valdemar turned on their heel and walked briskly away, down the opposite hall.

The immediate feeling that Valdemar was up to something wracked through her, as she was also now in the hall, alone, with Cound Lucio. Nobody to buffer her immediate instincts.

“Callisto! running late?”

“A magician arrives precisely when she means to.” And that’s exactly what she was scared she’d say.

“Oh, all you magicians have your secrets.” Lucio mused.

She could salvage this. “Besides, what better time to arrive than when the man being painted arrives?”

“I suppose that makes sense. Can’t start without me!” There was still a long hallway ahead of them, and right now it didn’t feel like it was getting any shorter.

“A perfect model, and a worthy opponent. You can do it all, Count Lucio.” Callisto said, taking Nadia’s advice to get him talking about himself.

“Please, just call me Lucio.”

Callisto nearly stopped dead in her tracks.

How do I even respond to that?

“Why?- have me drop the title?” She ended up saying, narrowly avoiding putting her foot in her mouth. “Forgive my curiosity, but you hardly seem the type to dislike being honored.”

“Oh, it just gets in the way.” Lucio groans.

In the way of what? My respectful distance from you, because I’m flirting with your wife?

Callisto’s senses were picking up on something much more methodical than neither she nor Nadia expected. However she knew he likely wouldn’t be capable of it if it weren’t for something he really wanted.

“Oh! Are you going to the Spring Ball I’m throwing?” Lucio asked, almost desperately.

There likely wasn’t much of a choice now that he’s brought it up. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” A small sacrifice to get him off her back. She’d heard about it around the palace, and she’d have to be an idiot to not notice the preparations for it. Last she heard, it was in three days.

Lucio clapped in excitement. “Great! Jules tells me you have a wonderful singing voice, I can’t wait to hear it!”

Jules? Julian!?

She’d have to remember to kill him the next time she sees him. Though, she knew several songs that were both direct and indirect insults to rulers or even Lucio himself. It would be funny to sing just one to his face. In front of all his biggest fans.

“Sorry, you’ll have to wait. I’m best at singing when I’m drunk.” She chuckled, as they finally got to the studio door. She wasted no time opening it to find Lyra already set up.

“Perfect! We can start right away.” Lyra quickly handed Lucio his costume and let him go get changed. As soon as he was out of sight, Callisto let out a breath and had to sit down. “How’d that go?”

“Apparently I’m singing at the Spring Ball in three days.” She deadpanned.

“Hey, that’s not the worst I’ve seen some do when alone with him.” Lyra offered comfort.

“Really? What’s the worst?” She couldn’t help but ask.

“Marrying him.” Callisto had to hiss through her teeth to stop herself from saying anything. “The second worst is sleeping with him.”

On that shocking note, Lucio came out of the dressing room in his mighty eyesore. Callisto had to remember what her goal was out of this to even keep herself in the room. With the light spell set up, she could focus on what she and Nadia needed from him.

Callisto made her way to sit on the floor in front of Lucio as she set up a couple different forms of divination. Her cards sat in the middle, a pendulum to her right, and a palm-sized, clear, quartz ball to her left. Aware of her audience, she shuffled her cards with a few fancy moves she’d learned after years of doing this.

“What’s all this?” Lucio asks.

“I have to get some kind of work done while I’m here.” She shrugs, knowing that if Lucio knows she’d reading him, he’ll probably get much more defensive about the truth. “I’m asking the Arcana for guidance on how to best serve the court. Normally I’d do this in my meditation space at my shop, or even on my bunk in the dungeons, but I haven’t had a wink of personal time since the promotion, so I can’t think of a better first audience for my craft.”

Most of that was a lie, and Lyra knew it. Callisto would do this anywhere there was room for it. She’s walked past her in a quiet corner in the palace halls, and even setting this up on the grand staircase like Callisto couldn’t even finish her regular commutes without dropping to the floor somewhere and asking a long chain of questions to mystic beings.

Even still, Lyra didn’t stop her. Though, Callisto got the sense from her glare that she’d bring this up later.

“Actually, if you could help me answer some questions, I would greatly appreciate it.” Callisto said, almost comically catching his attention. “The Arcana speak the truth, but they only lead me as far as my intuition can reach. You know the court better than anybody in the palace, so you’re the best person to fill in the blanks.”

“Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing, Callisto.” Lucio laughed, and she did her best to keep her smile as her heart dropped. “You wanted my help all along, and so you waited until you’d have me in one spot for a while.”

Every muscle in her body relaxed all at once, but she did her best to play it off like defeat. “Alright, fine. You’re not wrong, I wanted to hear most from you because you know what’s going on. You respect my magic the same way I respect your swordsmanship. We know what real power looks like, and we ally ourselves with those that have what we have. Unfortunately, the rest of your court doesn’t have the same eye for greatness that you do.”

Lucio’s expression was surely the one Lyra would capture. Callisto was well below him, but she could see in the face of victory that shadowed over her, she’d caught him in her web, and he didn’t know it yet. And he would never know it until it was too late. “This ought to be good.”

Callisto shuffled the cards. “Who do you think we should ask about first?”

“How about Valerius? He’s always been a bit of a thorn.” The card that all but leapt out of the deck, fell in front of them. Picking up on her surprised pause, Lucio got interested. “What does that mean?”

She ignored him while she focused on listening to the card. The Hierophant Reversed called out in warning, almost panic.

Tradition can only endure so much before it breaks.

“Consul Valerius is a staunch traditionalist, I take it?” Callisto asks.

“Yes, he’s Vesuvian, born and raised. I would have replaced him by now, but his family has been serving the Countship for centuries, and it's more of a hassle to get rid of him than it is to bear with him.” Lucio rattled, somehow forgetting that the consul’s partner was painting his portrait as he spoke.

“That’s quite helpful.” She noted, shooting an apologetic glance to Lyra, who took a deep breath and continued painting. “Who's next?”

“Hmmm… Oh! What about Valdemar? Even I feel weird around them.”

Callisto shuffled the deck once again, but this time, the card was more resistant to being pulled. When it finally came face up, a dark, muddy, and sick feeling overtook her. Death Reversed.

She had pulled Death before, and its voice always came in faint whispers, or strangely familiar, but altogether haunting songs. However, Death’s voice was beginning to fade, like parted oceans had snapped shut, and it’s drowning away. Callisto is left with the sense that this was recent. The hushed voices left behind a mist that was still fresh and cool.

“Callisto?” He had to have called her name more than once, because she had to force herself out of the trance she was just put in.

“Sorry.” She said with the most genuine shock she’s ever shown in front of him. “Let me try that again.” When she focused on the card again, that deep chasm was all she could feel.

“Spill the beans, Callisto.”

“Lucio, how well do you really know Valdemar?” She asked cautiously, hoping to ply him using his name as he requested.

His face told her everything. He knew exactly what she found, but he was waiting to see how she would react to it. Only now did she realize exactly why Lucio is as dangerous as his enemies say. As soon as he’s decided it’s a battle, he had enough strategic patience to wait until his enemy was weak.

There’s no better way for a coward to fight.

He wanted to see if she would keep his interests and keep quiet, or if she would let the secret out to Lyra. “They keep many secrets close to them. Are you sure they’re being honest with you?”

“Are you saying my Quaestor may want to kill me?”

“No. Whatever Valdemar is, they aren’t malicious toward you.” She assures. “Are they dangerous? Well, that depends on who you ask.”

Lucio’s pleased smile made her sure that he’d be obsessed with her power. “How about Vlastomil?”

Callisto read for the remaining courtiers, but she was left with the same feeling from Justice, Temperance, and The Tower that she felt from Death. Whether it was impending suffering from Justice and Vlastomil, a ravenous hunger from Temperance and Volta, or a searing burn from The Tower and Vulgora, the court was infested with this cosmic silencing wrath. Coupled with how Vulgora referred to her as mortal, Callisto could put two and two together. Valdemar, Volta, Vulgora, and Vlastomil are not human.

“Nadia next.” That suggestion should not have scared her so much, and the fact that it did made her concerned that if Lucio was any smarter, he’d probably be able to tell there’s something going on between Callisto and the Countess.

Looking at him now, she wasn’t exactly that impressed. And she’d been all but lying to him so far, so it’s not like he’ll notice.

“Sure.” She shuffled the cards, but as she pulled the card, she realized that her mind may have been getting a little carried away as she thought of Nadia. The card she pulled came up as The Two of Cups. Immediately, she felt the need to smack the card to cover it up and quickly shuffle it back into the deck, as she made a habit of whenever this would happen in front of Asra, or Mosyne, but thankfully, the only thing that happened was that she froze and could feel the burning on her ears.

“Oh, what’s got you blushing like that?”

Shit.

“Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for me to read for your wife.” She chuckled awkwardly.

“Why, you got a crush on her?” Lucio asks unceremoniously, but as soon as Callisto starts scrambling her mind, trying to find something to say that could save her from the embarrassment in front of Count Lucio, he cut her off. “Don’t worry, I can’t be bothered to worry about what she gets her kicks out of. She lets me do what I want, and I don’t care what she and the magician do while I’m away.”

Choosing between Lucio finding out she thinks his wife is attractive, and him finding out she and Nadia are conspiring to expose the court for magic corruption was a rather easy one to make.

“But if you’re looking for flings around the palace, I could put in a good word for you with the usual suspects.” Lucio offered, but she was immediately hit with an ultimately selfish desire from him.

“Thank you, but I’m fine without it.” She awkwardly rejects, now looking to Lyra for some kind of rescue.

“I think this is a good stopping point for today’s session, Count Lucio.” Lyra said in her usual chipper tone.

Lucio lets out his breath, and his chest deflates. “I love this fur, but it is very heavy.” He notes as he goes back to the dressing room.

“That could have gone worse.” Callisto notes, but Lyra is staying quiet as she begins clearing her easel. The silence held sturdy until Lucio came out of the dressing room.

“Callisto, do you want to go hunting with me?” Lucio proposes as he makes his way to leave.

“Maybe next time, Lucio. Lyra and I have some lighting difficulties to go over.” The excuse would have been weak to anybody that knew better than him.

Lucio shrugged, bidding them farewell, but as Callisto closed the door behind him, Lyra didn’t hold back. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m working with the Countess to uncover a magical disturbance within the court.” Callisto answered. “Unfortunately because their magic is unfocused and volatile, I can’t afford to let them know how I’m investigating.”

“Wow, what aren’t you telling me?”

“I promised that my antics would not be your problem beyond your favor. I’d appreciate it if you kept anything you noticed to yourself. How much do you really want to know about the court?” Callisto asked.

“I won’t keep a secret from Valerius.” She glared.

“I’m not asking you to.” Callisto agreed. “Nadia went to speak with him while I came to speak to Lucio.”

“You are calling a lot of people by given names.” Lyra noticed.

“I’m making friends.” She smiled.

Lyra took a long look at the unfinished painting. “I only have one question.”

“I have an answer.”

“What did the cards really say about Valerius?”

Callisto felt a pang in her heart, knowing what she had to tell Lyra. “Tradition can only endure so much before it breaks.”

Lyra’s face went gray, but she nodded. “Nevermind, I might have to keep that one secret from him.”

Despite everything, Callisto knew she was right. There are some things that some aren’t ready to hear. Receiving such a secret from the Arcana themselves is a power. And powers require decisions. The decision to reveal a secret is up to those that keep it.

“Secrets kept are never safe. Certainly never safer than the truth.” She found herself saying. Valerius seemed to be an imperfect victim of Lucio just like everyone else in this damned city.

“How am I supposed to say that to him? I know that it means that my partner is headed for a difficult decision, but it’s one that only he can make.” Lyra said. “Even if he actually takes it seriously, it only stands to hurt him.”

That was her choice to act on the Arcana’s word like that. As it was everyone’s choice to bear after Callisto read their story in the cards. “As you wish.” Callisto found herself reaching for Asra’s compass, but now that it was in her hand, she figured she must have reached for it for a reason. “I’ll catch up with you later, Lyra. Stay safe.”

She barely heard Lyra’s response before she was following the compass out, down the hall, and right to a strange little, hidden door near the Salon. It was a little taller than her height, but half of it was obscured by a portrait, and it blended almost perfectly into the wall, but the crease was obvious. But at this spot in the hall, very few would be in a position to notice this.

Callisto pressed the bottom of the portrait and the wall came swinging out by only a few inches. The painting turned out to be mounted to the wall in a way that it served as a sturdy handle to pull the stone door out. On the other side, she could close the door behind her, and producing a light was no problem for her as she followed the narrow hallway to two tiny lights coming from the left wall that cut through the dark.

Looking through the holes that produced the light, she found a clear view of the Salon with Valerius and Nadia still discussing their business inside.

“I suppose I don’t see why you hired her.” Valerius says. She can see the nearly empty decanter of wine, and his completely empty glass.

“Callisto is quite talented in her craft. She’s not like the charlatans or snake oil salesmen you see on the streets. Her magic had Lucio and Vulgora on the ropes in a duel.” Nadia vouched. “And she can wrangle Lucio. I admit that is more of an asset than I want it to be.”

“She’s charming. I’ll give her that.” Valerius said coldly. “But charming is the nature of witches, is it not?”

“Witches have a better sense for what’s going on in this city than you do.” Nadia stated, now getting up from her seat. “Honestly, Valerius. If you can’t listen to regular sense, then give the "nonsense" a try.” Nadia was quick to leave, and Callisto continued to watch Valerius after Nadia left.

He sat in silence for a moment, at least until a knock came across the door, and Lyra entered the room.

“I finished with the portrait session today.” She said, falling into the couch beside him.

“How did that go?”

“Callisto was reading him the whole time, so I didn’t have to talk to him.” She said. “Really I should thank her. She’s a natural at capturing his attention. He’s absolutely obsessed with the magic, and I leave without thinking about burning the portrait.”

“The Countess is rather taken with her too.” Valuerius notes. “And I suppose I do owe her for inspiring you to find me.”

Lyra giggled. “Don’t think I don’t understand your discomfort.” She assured him. “She’s… eccentric, and whimsical. Sometimes you see her do something and it’s like she’s just as surprised as you are that she did it. Sometimes she speaks in riddles, and other times she tells you the worst things you’ve heard to your face.”

“Such is the nature of witches.” He muses again. “I’ll let her make her own impressions.”

Callisto had no idea what exactly that meant, but Lyra was happy with it. “I’m glad. Do you want to stay here for dinner or go back to the Estate for Koa’s cooking?”

“I’d prefer to go home.” Valerius said, and Lyra got a wild smile about her.

“Selasi it is.” She grinned, bringing his hands with hers as they left the Salon. Seems everybody has an opinion on her. It makes sense, she’s a foreign influence, suddenly given a lot of power, and sticking her nose in their business. It was a miracle she’d only been in the middle of two fights so far.

The claustrophobic hallway eventually ended with a stone wall, but once she pressed her magic against it, another portal opened just as she expected, and she stepped through.

The sunlight on the other side made her flinch, and it seems this opening had been forgotten by the many generations of gardeners, and she had to push her way through shoulder-high shrubs to find the palace gardens. Next to a willow tree and the capricorn fountain.

“Callisto?” When her eyes finally adjusted to the light, Julian stood by the fountain, looking quite puzzled.

“Sorry, I keep finding these portals around the palace that respond to magic. I never have any idea where I’m going to end up.” She said honestly. Usually when she did that, people thought she was talking in riddles.

Unfortunately, that’s just what magic sounds like when explained literally. Julian, at the very least, was used to this kind of weirdness.

“Anyway, what are you doing out here?” Callisto asked.

“Where did you come from?” He asked at the same time. “I asked first.”

Callisto rolled her eyes. “There’s a hidden hallway that has a hole to spy on the Salon.” She told the truth.

“That’s creepy.”

“Yes it is.” She agreed. “What are you doing out here?”

“I… was talking to Asra in the fountain.” She could tell he didn’t want to tell the truth, but she knew the effect she had on people. It was amazing that Valerius was so judgemental that he’d been the only one to resist it. Lucio seemed to notice it, but became obsessed with it. And Nadia might not even be affected by it at all.

“I take it, he turned tail and ran?”

“More like rippled away.” He joked.

“Ah, the teacup trick.” She easily figured. “Asra can communicate through water no matter how much distance is between him and his conversation.” She explained to Julian. “It’s something I’ve only seen him capable of doing.”

“That doesn’t make much sense, but I guess that’s magic for ‘ya.” He chuckled. “Always a riddle or a trick.”

“Anything new in the dungeons?” Callisto asked.

Julian almost smiled. “Morrigan found the carrier.”

“What!?” It was amazing that Morrigan of all the doctors had been the one to find the Plague's carrier. “She was in my coven as a child.”

“She found the Southern Crimson Beetle. It’s an invasive species from the south, and it seems that Morrigan’s studies lead her to isolate it as the suspect.” Julian explained.

“Those are used to dye high end fabrics. Just the red that Lucio seems so fond of.” Callisto recalled. When she bought materials for new clothes, it was always in the top rack behind the seller’s counter.

“Well, if anything’s going to assassinate him, what better than his own clothes?” He joked.

Callisto couldn’t help but giggle a little too. Having spent time with him, she gets a horribly uneasy feeling any time he’s in the same room. "By the way, I'm jinxing you for telling Lucio I can sing."

"That was a year ago! You weren't even my apprentice yet, can you blame me for talking about my friend?" Julian pleaded.

The moment didn’t even have the time to fizzle out before a servant came running out of the hedge maze.

“Thank the stars!” She cried out. “Magician, doctor, come quick, we need help.”

She caught his frightened eye for just a second as they followed the servant back through the hedge maze and up to the veranda and through the palace to the entrance hall. Where Valerius held Lyra’s unconscious body as he knelt on the floor. “Please, we were about to go home when she collapsed.”

Julian immediately takes her gently and lays her flat on the floor, using his jacket to cushion her head. He takes her pulse and opens her eye, but he immediately stops all at once. Julian wills himself to unfreeze, and checks her other eye. Callisto reaches for her tarot deck, to confirm her own suspicions.

The Tower stares back at her. It didn’t always mean the plague, but if she was asking about the sickness, this was her result. Even though The Tower had gone silent today, she knew it still had a voice, but it would be impossible for her to hear with whatever magic had silenced them. Whether reachable or not, it didn’t change Lyra’s fate.

“Consul, I’m sorry.” Julian almost hesitated to say. “She has the Red Plague.”

His face went pale, and he did his best to hide his shaking by holding her hand. “Isn’t there anything you can do!?” Valerius snapped. “Isn’t that your job!? To find a cure for her!?”

Callisto took a chance, fully in the dark about whether she was capable of this type of magic. She’d only ever been able to put this into an object, but thinking of Lyra, she just reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Valerius.” Her voice was quiet, and as the spell peaked, she couldn’t stop herself from crying.

The panic that seized her made it hard to breathe. The desperation of being willing to lose everything but what fate is taking from her, left a gaping chasm in her heart. The fear of having to face a world that Lyra does not live in, made everything so much more hopeless. All of this from Valerius, was trapped within Callisto for a temporary moment.

While she took that burden from him, the spell was an equal exchange. She knew what Valerius was feeling because she had been feeling it all just a moment ago. The aching feeling like this was all her fault. That she’d been the reason that Lyra was even at the palace, and that it was her carelessness that brought this upon someone she loves. Only Valerius would feel it imposed on himself.

Their own emotions eventually filled in, but now they both knew exactly how each other felt about having to face this reality.

He turned to her, somehow managing to stop himself from crying. “Why?”

“Because I’m sorry.” Callisto was not as gifted in keeping her tears to herself, and couldn’t even stop herself from sobbing.

Valerius wouldn’t utter the same as his dying words, but the gesture of placing his hand atop hers on his shoulder said enough for him. He was sorry too.

She was set up in one of the guest bedrooms. The entire hall had a fence that kept the room quarantined for everyone’s safety now that she’s in the latter days of the second phase of the plague. Julian eventually emerged from the guest room and made his way to her by the fence.

“How’s she doing?”

Julian ran his fingers through his hair, revealing his expression was not a hopeful one. “Her infection has been a long one. The leeches wouldn’t even bite with how infected her blood is. Leads me to believe that something happened recently that might have caused it to rapidly spread.”

He might not consider the same possibilities that Callisto would, and her immediate revelation. “Julian, she uses the beetles as pigment in her paint.” Which explained how she initially got infected.

“So this was inevitable.” He sighs, knowing this was just one case among thousands just like it.

Callisto saw another sign in her reading of Lyra. The pigments were only the start. The catalyst was a choice out of hopelessness. She kept a secret from the Arcana, and this was the ripple of it. It wasn’t her fault. There’s never any way to know for sure what the future holds, but making a choice that hurts to make will always be more painful in the fallout. Even if she had told him, there’s no way to know if this isn’t how her life would end.

“Maybe it was.”

#arcana fanfic #arcana visual novel #asra alnazar #nadia x callisto #nadia satrinava x oc #nadia x mc #nadia satrinava #julian devorak #consul valerius #procurator volta #pontifex vulgora #praetor vlastomil #quaestor valdemar #count lucio #the red plague

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cathartidaestimblog · 1 year

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update 12/1/23!!: going through and reblogging lots of posts ive had saved for a while. most things will not be tagged. be careful !

info: - i try my best to trigger tag things that may affect people (tagged as simply [tag name], like #flashing) - i may spam reblog - let me know if i reblog the same thing multiple times, i dont like to have duplicates but i am forgetful :>

tagging system under the readmore (for myself mostly, but there is a list of potentially triggering tags that you can avoid if necessary ^^) (not fully accurate, i am constantly working on it :>)

my posts: cat speaks, cat stims, faves from saves ocs: ryuuto, nightstrike (a festival i invented for my oc world), toki, talos convian, kit, jason, ink aesthetics: angels, robotcore, fantasy, dark academia, lovecore, halloween, webcore, kittycore, petcore non-oc characters: hu tao, noelle (both genshin), binah (project moon)

type of post: stimboard, gifset, gif, video, audio, textpost, moodboard, long gifset, imageset, image (i also tag the number of gifs in a post, so #2 or #9 just refers to that ^^)

potential warning tags: flashing, eyestrain, glitch, fast, spinning, bright medical, medcore, gore, blood, needles (includes both sewing and medical), pills sharps, knives, weapons, swords bugs, insects, scorpions, spiders, snakes, moths, bees hands, people, eyes, hair horror, body horror, dolls, abandoned (i think thats the tag?) food, drinks, desserts, sweets, meat, chocolate, fake food crosses (like religious symbol crosses), alcohol, skulls, messy, smoking destruction, makeup destruction, cutting, carving, fire colors: rainbow, black, gray, silver, white, red, orange, gold, yellow, green, mint, teal, blue, lavender, purple, cream, tan, brown, pink

textures (?): bright, clear, dark, fur, glass, glow, holo, leather, lights, metal, metallic, paper, plastic, soft, warm, wood, squishy

studio ghibli: ghibli, ponyo, howls moving castle, totoro, soot sprites, calcifer, kikis delivery service, castle in the sky

video games: video games, minecraft, genshin, honkai star rail, pokemon, kirby

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sanrio: sanrio, cinnamoroll, pompompurin, hello kitty, my melody, kuromi

genshin: genshin, layla, diona, diluc, chongyun, xingqiu, tighnari, hu tao

pokemon: pokemon, vaporeon, sylveon, snom, lurantis, mimikyu, rowlet, polteageist, jolteon, pikachu, gengar, raichu, oshawott, tandemaus, sobble, silvally, furret, clodsire, galarian ponyta

unsorted fandoms: loz, mario, rosalina, cheshire cat, animal crossing, honkai star rail, silver wolf, stardew valley

nature: trees, outdoors, rain, storm, sky, clouds, water, ocean, snow, flowers, grass, ice, moss, leaves, sunset, night, frost, rocks, plants, winter

animals: cats, calico, tigers dogs, german shepherds, shiba inu, pitbulls, foxes birds, corvids, crows, ravens, blue jays, owls, barn owls, woodpeckers, geese, canada geese, macaws, ducks, muscovy ducks, penguins, puffins, mallard ducks, seagulls, doves, magpies moths, atlas moths, cecropia moths, death's head hawkmoths, luna moths, rosy maple moths bears, pandas, polar bears fish, koi, goldfish goats, deer, cows, bunnies, mice, opossums, hyenas, snakes

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wpdariacutnes · 1 year

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Me: so me dogo a monokuma Wall ver games

Name: dogo tushi (real sowing staws tea japan names a dreamcore but someone say is drings dys and say is minty staws)

Age: 21 (not a ferts time arts on 19 years old)

Special talent: coffe maker late one (suny coffe canda rezan but better dys is sund same a say "hey is sun up so now drinks finks)

Like: bone staws ( dog finks bit like tale get and ears Real dog bit)/ blue gems corors or palette blue corors normality dress "something was sheep but I don't remember"/ icecream stawsberry staws shake same

Dislike: wirts green staws like wirts dead dress get a grass in/ birds like an eagle (she waited without a run eagle)/football "neber get so face so hart a brake nose a blood out"

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Me: ashly a fevret oc a dys yers 2022 and dys soon 2023 (yes im knows im look bit sick but cant help bit)

Name: mary shenishi (is cherry cookis a box a japan a not make because code toy kid be insane and fell it dys)

Age: 17 (better a not 15)

Special talent: rock creation of dress (act sund bit dys staws no sylesly lising)

Like: soda orange (fanta)/black angels/cupcake

Dislike: hot tea woder staws/ fireworks(wery esly get a rage a sowing chraing kill us a one room)/ chiken fobia or drauma a it chiken

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Me: and yelly oc a fevret a lot time (fanely gosh dude fund better you fevret a no roling dys a head):

Name: rosen takein (original "take" but better a mix "in" a get "takein" a dys code maker clock staws so huge rezan why)

Age: 17 (little up original is 16 old)

Special talent: fix a clock staws or make closck staws

Like: wine staws (akochol red finks classic)/ book a corors in/ plush rat

Dislike: deer plush (finks is ogly a hell fund)/ smile candle orange one's/ pop songs

Family: kokichi ouma (but canda left family because wona more "clock angel" and canda brake rule)

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Offical note: 16.12.2022.r dys a ferts a danganronpa cherater oc out and frends oc too

Yes danganronpa of gotch/emo

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lavendersartistry · 1 month

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SpellCasters AU / Critter Magic AU - @onyxonline

AAAAAA, SHE IS HERE-

this is Eve's mum (and technically Damien's mother and Miguel's aunt), Aurora! Very fun-loving and motherly and certainly a wine aunt

she's known as a Empress: second command to Lilith, having her own province and demons to rule and an army + access to forbidden books of dark magic

i just- i just love her, she so pretty

#oc art | deer tea time #mutuals | sillies online #mutual: onyxonline #spellcasters au #critter magic au #miss aurora #miss aurora - spellcasters au #AAAAAAA WOMEN #HER MAJESTY #I LOVE HER #da empress herself #look at her

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rainbowdelicsunshine · 2 years

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wow your blog is neon ANYWAY HIHI you should introduce me to your ocs :333

I'm gonna show off, give a small intro/summary and five fun facts about five of my OCs since if I tried to talk about all of them, this post would be WAY too long lol!

Well, off we go!

First would be my fursona who represents me IRL: Boo Fredson! She is a Bear/Green Iguana/Chicken Hawk/Alien(??) Hybrid who is working towards being an animator/singer/voice actor (like myself IRL)!

She is a very huge foodie and is almost constantly eating something or at least has food on her mind

Her antennae are able to pick up radio waves from even miles and miles away from where she is, it also causes her eyes to have a "hypno-swirl" look to them (similar to Kaa"s from the Jungle Book)

She LOVES to dress up in various outfits (especially long flowy dresses or any kind of cosplay)

She also likes to occasionally try to act in a seductive, but sloppy and gluttonous manner to "make sure other know that her being the food loving slob she is, still makes her sexy af" as she would put it

Now I introduce my Chucky x Tiffany fanchild, Buddy Ray! He is a quiet, laid back and somewhat lazy teenager who loves his hobby of hunting and gun/weapon collecting and creation

I gave him the name Buddy in reference to Buddi from the Child's Play remake from 2019 (it's kinda my way of saying "fuck you" to that remake lol)

When he was a kid, he LOVED to play in the mud, dirt, grass, anything that would leave any kind of smear, smudge or mark on himself or his clothes when he got home

The sibling he is the most closest to (those he's close with all his siblings) are Glen and Junior

He has a gigantic animal skull and bone collection he really loves and keeps close to him as his most beloved and prized possessions!

His two favorite animals are wolves and deer

This the fursona that I use as the mascot for all my art and socials (think like how Mickey Mouse was for Disney lol), Wispy Brighton! He is a river otter who possesses the power of inter-dimensional travel and ultra cartoon physics!

Thanks to his ultra cartoon physics, he is able to have his limbs and head chopped off and able to return to normal in minutes depending on if he feels like it (like if he rips off his hand, it'll grow back and if he gets his head chopped off, he's able to put if back on his body)

For his inter-dimensional travel, he creates portals and hops into them and into the dimension he's set on

He is able to float around in the air instead of walking on his feet (much like Discord from MLP) but he only does this half the time when he's not being lazy

He currently works as a convenience store clerk in the exact same shift as his room mate and friend, Dave Fitzgerald

He loves going to rave/nightclubs and to his favorite food joint, Lime Ricky's Pizza, which is a pizza and soda float shop

My newest self insert that I've made recently, Petunia! She is a part of the Winnie the Pooh universe and is currently selfshipped with Tigger!

Her favorite food is a Honey, Acorn, and Spinach Tea Sandwich, it's her specialty sandwich that she's almost always making and are included in all of her picnics she hosts for the Hundred Acre Wood

She loves to hang out with Kanga, since they tend to bake and cook a lot together when they do hang out. She also considers Roo to be a son figure and is very caring and protective of him

Half of the time when she is not in her home at the Strawberry Bush, she also lives at Tigger's treehouse whenever it's good for both their schedules. She does eventually plan to move in with Tigger full time when the bush starts to get too old to be her home

Rabbit also tends to help and make lots of contributions to Petunia's picnics with his homegrown veggies and whatever he'd happen to make with them, since he is a big fan of Petunia's picnic like everyone else in the Acre Wood

She owns a giant collection of picnic blankets of all shapes, sizes and colors

And lastly Banana Zap! He is a Dragma (Llama and Dragon Hybrid) who owns a music/vinyl record store named Frutty Loopz Record Shop and has electric powers and breath!

One of his favorite tricks to pull in front of friends and customers is to hold a lemon in his hooves and cause the lemon to glow like a night light due to the electricity coursing going through his hooves

His two favorite foods are bananas and lemons

One of his most favorite bands is Black Sabbath, he owns shitloads of Black Sabbath and Ozzy Osbourne merch/memorabilia due to it

He is very good friends with Jungle Juice, as Banana Zap happens to be one of Jungle Juice's regular customers and Jungle Juice knows him from a Dragon Hybrid Club where all sorts of dragon hybrids and hang out and do stuff together

He owns a pair of big lightning bolt shaped earrings that he loves to wear for parties

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I'm soso very happy you sent an ask to me my friend!! Its really awesome for people to ask and talk about my OCs since that's so special to me, despite me not talking about them much on my own!

I hope this isn't all too much info for you and that you have a wonderful evening!!

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So I've been deeply pulled into the Radiosnake pairing bc of your fantastic writing! Problem is, now I have fic ideas but no knowledge of the Hazbin background. Can you tellI me where I can get more Hazbin info? I've only watched the pilot and read your stuff. I heard there were comics??

That is an excellent question anon, because right now it is really hard to get Hazbin background easily.

Okay, so, the canon info on Hazbin Hotel can be sort of sorted into four tiers, from most to least canon.

Tier 1: The Definitely Canon

There is, of course, the pilot. And then there is an Angel Dust prequel comic, only seven pages of which have been released so far. We’ve been told it’s gonna be finished and we’ve had glimpses of in-progress prequel comics for a couple other characters—most prominently Alastor’s and Charlie’s—but so far that unfinished Angel Dust comic is the only one that’s been officially released.

Finding the in-progress comic pages is... a challenge. Nobody, as far as I can tell, has been specifically collecting all of the pages we’ve seen so far. I was able to scrounge up:

Couple more Angel pages

some Alastor pages

another Alastor page

a random Alastor panel

another random Alastor panel—I’ve seen the full page of this before, Alastor goes “Hello ladies!” and they go “HELLO ALASTOR~<3″ but I can’t find the full page now

There’s a smattering more canon panels on the artist faustisse’s twitter, but I haven’t dug them all out, and some of the posts I’m gonna link in a lil bit have a glimpse of another panel.

If you haven’t already heard of Helluva Boss, I recommend looking into it as well. It’s a second series being created by the same folks, different cast of characters but set in the same version of Hell, so any canon details we learn in Helluva also apply to Hazbin.

Helluva’s pilot is here. Plus a cute music video here.

Earlier this month, during a BLM charity stream hosted by show artist Ashley Nichols—she runs regular streams under the title “HuniCast”—they released a few sneak peaks of future Helluva scenes, all compiled here.

And that’s it for canon. Two pilots, a music video, a smattering of future scenes, part of one comic, a few WIP pages/panels from other comics.

Tier 2: Pseudo-Canon

Everything else we currently know about Hazbin (and Helluva) are things that the creators have told us. Consequently, they’re all pseudo-canon—and likely subject to change in the future as the shows and comics are further developed and released. Some details that were released/described in the past have been contradicted at other times, or else radically changed by the time the pilot came out.

(For example, when Alastor was first created years and years ago as an OC with no plans for Hazbin, he was a demon deer who could shapeshift into a human shape—now he’s a demonized human with a few deer traits. And Charlie and Cherri Bomb used to look very different.)

So until and unless they make it into canon, all these pseudo-canon details are subject to change and should be taken with a grain of salt—but, they also comprise most of what we know about the characters’ backstory and the as-yet-unaired characters.

Pseudo-canon info on Hazbin is scattered mainly between two sources: the creators’ twitter accounts, and livestreams where they take questions and talk about the making of the show. If you and livestreams do not get along (my ADHD and livestreams do not get along), or if you don’t want to wade years and years back into twitter accounts to dig up every scrap of info on the characters the creators have ever mentioned, collating all the pseudo-canon info is gonna be hard. (It’s gonna be hard even if you do want to sit through the streams and dig through all their tweets.) Lots of fans, me included, depend on the absolutely heroic work of various fans who are willing and able to watch hours-long streams and collate a list of canon factoids released during the streams. I’ve reblogged as many of these posts as I’ve been able to find:

Alastor’s sound design (on twitter)

Alastor's Sound Design (post I made with screenshots of weird—but very interesting—subtitles slipped into the aforementioned video)

Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb’s sound design

Niffty and Husk’s sound design

Charlie, Katie, and Tom’s sound design

Intro song’s sound design

Happy Hotel’s sound design

details from Faustisse (including a pic of a couple costume designs. Most of these posts come from zatyrlucy, who’s been doing a fantastic job of going stream-by-stream to get lists of details from the regular streams by Ashley Nichols and by comic artist Faustisse.)

more details from Faustisse (including a pic of the Von Eldritch family dining room)

Faustisse 3 (better look at that table)

Dollymoon’s Hazbin Hotel Facts - PART ONE (Shoutout again to dollymoon for compiling these, we’ve never spoken but I am eternally grateful for this service. Dollymoon’s posts are THE single most reliable compilation of Hazbin Hotel’s nebulous pseudo-canon facts that I have found to date, including both links to the sources and timestamps where applicable. Dollymoon’s URL has changed since making this post so the “read more” link doesn’t work but the “source” or “reblogged from” links direct correctly to the new blog. Incidentally, the risk of other blog creators deleting their blogs/posts or changing their URLs is why in info posts like these, I always link to my own reblogs rather than their original posts—their original posts might vanish without warning, but I know I ain’t gonna delete my posts, so these links will still work in the future.)

Hazbin Hotel Facts - PART TWO

Hazbin Hotel Facts - PART THREE

Faustisse 4

HuniCast - Australian Wildlife Relief charity stream

I think this was a faustisse stream (the original source deleted these posts, so the comic pages that were originally behind that read more cut are now gone.)

Faustisse stream 6?

And those are all the masterposts of factoids I’ve managed to collect. If anyone has more masterposts, chuck ‘em at me.

Even this isn’t all the knowledge that’s been released about the show. The posts that dig the farthest back are Dollymoon’s, and even they don’t comprehensively cover all of Hazbin’s production. A couple of these characters, Vivziepop created as a teenager, so there’s some truly ancient concept art floating around out there that will have details that probably aren’t canon anymore... but might still be until something happens to actively contradict them.

Tier 3: The Wiki

The wiki is kind of an absolute mess. It’s a chaotic blend of things actually seen in the pilots/comic, things mentioned at some point in some stream somewhere, and wild fan speculation based on what they headcanon as plausible based on the above, all mixed together with very little indication for which is canon, pseudo-canon, fanon, or speculation. Most of the statements on the wiki don’t have citations.

(And, on top of that, half the main characters’ info gets split up into separate tabs instead of just having a normal-ass wiki page, AND their image galleries are on COMPLETELY SEPARATE pages that are linked to in one of the tabs, and the most important characters all have TWO SEPARATE GALLERIES. Which doesn’t have anything to do with the quality of the facts hidden underneath those tabs, but nevertheless drives me up the wall.)

Some things on the wiki were added according to info released so long ago it’s probably changed by now. Some are possibilities that got reported as facts. Other things on the wiki have unambiguously changed, or else are just flat-out incorrect. (For instance, at this moment Alastor’s page still lists him as an overlord, even though it's been confirmed that Alastor is not an overlord despite his power level because he isn’t interested in and didn’t pursue that position, per this stream. For a little bit, somebody’s fanart of their headcanon human Alastor got added to the wiki as concept art.)

tl;dr: the wiki should never be trusted as a primary source. The wiki’s better than it used to be. Even so, at this time, it’s only trustworthy to fill in the gaps of what you already know is true from other, better sources.

The thing it’s good at is it more or less compiles all the known info all in one place. Trying to figure out who the hell this Vox guy is is really hard if you’re reading for mentions of him in compilations of a dozen different streams, much less if you’re trying to comb through those dozen streams yourself, plus a dozen more, plus three different artists’ twitters. In comparison, it’s really easy to, say, just go look at Vox’s wiki page, where all the trivia is compiled. (And Vox’s page is actually one of the better cited on the wiki. Look at all those numbers!)

So, if you need to find out who this character is you’ve never heard of before, if you want to see a full list of the thus far named characters, if you don’t remember whether Alastor likes coffee or tea, if you want to know what Angel’s twin sister looks like, if you need a reminder of Sir Pentious’s death year... check the wiki. It’s an okay starting point.

But, if you see a “fact” on the wiki that you yourself don’t remember from straight out of the pilot, and it doesn’t have a citation that links to a tweet or a stream... regard it suspiciously. And do not trust it unquestioningly as fact until and unless you have seen the source.

Tier 4: Noncanon Creator Shitposting

I’ve mentioned Ashley’s HuniCast streams a couple times. The biggest draw of them is that she usually gets several of the voice actors in the streams, where they’ll happily say nonsense in their character voices. For the most part, they’re not sharing any actual canon info they’ve been given on their characters, just goofing around pretending to be their characters. Nevertheless, a lot of the things that happen in streams get accepted as broad fandom headcanons, like Alastor being into dad jokes. (My favorite, for obvious reasons, is this one.)

It’s easy to find the source audio for all this wonderful nonsense by searching youtube for “HuniCast highlights,” and then rummaging around for animatics people make out of the audio. The only one noncanon video of this sort I can think of that didn’t originally come from HuniCast is a lone one from Alastor’s singing voice (who’s a different voice actor than his speaking voice).

So, obviously, none of these are canon. But they do come from some of the people actually involved in the creation of the show, and they are in the characters’ canon voices, so a whole lot of people treat them as semi-canon anyway. (Even the wiki lists “dad jokes” among Alastor’s likes, which to my knowledge hasn’t come up anywhere except for HuniCast streams.) Since they’re so broadly-known, they’re worth knowing about as important sources of fanon, even if you don’t want to adopt them into your own headcanons. They’re basically the same level of canon as blooper reels.

#anonymous #ask #hazbin hotel #reference #helluva boss

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chickensarentcheap · 4 years

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Sanctuary - Chapter 1

So this can be seen as either a companion piece to I Found (my first and still on going Tyler Rake/OC fan fic) or a sequel. It works either way lol. I decided to work outside of the box and do more fluffy/soft/cute Tyler mixed in with his edge ;) So this will be multi chapter and include everything from fluff, angst, drama, love, suspense, you name it.

If you’d like to be tagged, please just let me know. I love comments, messages, you name it!

Tagging: @c-a-v-a-l-r-y @alievans007 @hemmyworthy @valkyrie-of-the-light

FIVE YEARS LATER

He listens to the sound of life...his life...drifting up from the floor below. Hands behind his head, eyes closed, the cotton sheets cool against his skin. Trying to squeeze in that extra bit of sleep despite the noise: incessant high pitched giggling, some squabbling and name calling, the occasional ear piercing shriek. Outside the dog is whining to be let back in the house; not wanting to miss out on the action and the endless attention and treats the kids toss its way. A two year old German Shepherd that one of his son's had...much to the chagrin of everyone else in the house...named Macaroni. Mac for short. Further back on the property, in a safely fenced off area, chickens cluck and squawk within their pen as two goats tend to making sure their area is free of weeds and any left over food.

It's a simple existence. A four bedroom farm house in Telluride, Colorado that had taken three years to fully renovate. A mixture of white wood siding and red brick; old fashioned touches like claw foot tables and a storm cellar, along with the newer and more modern amenities: a home gym and fully finished basement with its own entrance, kitchen, living space, bedroom and bathroom. Pushed four hundred meters from the road, there's enough land for a decent sized hobby farm; the chickens and goats, three separate vegetable gardens, an above ground pool and tons of free space for the kids to play. There's a creek at the very back; running horizontally at the edge of their property line, a common meeting ground for deer, fox, and other wildlife. And the one thing that had truly sold them on the place -when it had been nothing more than a rotted old place that looked as if it should be bulldozed to the ground- a view of the snow capped mountains. A far cry from the sand and surf of Australia, but a paradise in its own right.

“Okay...boys...boys...you need to take it down a notch...” his wife's voice, a hint of exasperation in her tone. “..why are you like this? Please just go and sit down and do something quiet for five minutes so I can get breakfast started. Why do you have to act like wild banshees the moment your eyes open?”

“Maybe daddy's up,” one of the twins-Tyler Junior's voice. Or TJ as he's affectionately known to everyone in his life. He's the taller of the two: sharing his father's height and naturally broad shoulders, along with the same texture and colour of hair and brilliant blue eyes. He's the wilder of the two. Loud and boisterous. Fearless. To a fault.

“Can we go check?” Tanner now. Smaller and slighter than his older (by a mere six minutes) brother. With slightly darker hair than his siblings, and his mother's build and smile and the freckles splashed across the bridge of his noise. He's the quiet, introspective one. An old soul trapped in such a young body.

“You two get down from there,” Esme hisses from the bottom of the stairs. “No going up there. Daddy is asleep. He's tired. Do you want me to throw you out there with the chickens and the goats? Because I will. I swear to God I will.”

He smirks at that.

“Maybe he's awake,” Millie pipes up. Even more hopeful than her younger brother. She's a daddy's girl. Through and through. Has been since the moment she made her entrance into the world and had been placed in his arms, her entire fist closing around one of his fingers.

“I said no. Now all three of you get down here right now. Daddy didn't get in until late last night. He's had a very busy two weeks and he needs to sleep. Are any of you even listening to me right now? Are you feral?”

Tyler actually laughs out loud at that.

The kids have extremely keen ears, and their mother's patience is already running low, and now he can hear the pounding of little feet against the wooden stairs as they seize the opportunity and make their move. And he's just manage to slip into a pair of sweats and climb back into bed when the door is being thrown open. The twins collide with either side of the door frame; causing the human equivalent of a three car pile up. And they decide to just throw down right there and then; head locks and elbows to the face as they fight over who actually gets to enter the room first.

Millie takes charge, and with a roll of the eyes, simply shoves them both out of the way. She's tall and slender for only five. With unruly light brown hair and blue eyes that are always filled with both mischief and curiosity. A healthy mix of tomboy and girly girl: a room filled with both dolls and action figures. She enjoyed both tea parties and dress up but could turn around and climb trees and roll around in the dirt in the blink of an eye.

All three jump onto the bed to greet him and he finds himself tackled by the lot of them. Letting them push him down onto his back; a tickle fight immediately ensuing, followed by a wrestling match. They all love to rough house. Even Tanner, who is smart and compassionate like his mother but could lay an ass kicking on his bigger twin. They're tough kids. Both physically and mentally.

“I gotta pee!” Tanner announces, as he slides across the bed on his butt, jumps off and scurries from the room.

His brother takes it as a chance to catch him unaware, and in less than a minute they're in the middle of the hallway, rolling around on the ground fighting. It will end the way it always does. Tears. Maybe a black eye or a split lip. If left to their own defences, they'd spend a half an hour beating the hell out of each other followed by a quarter of the day declaring they hate one other. Then they'd forget about why they were even mad and once again join forces to wreak havoc.

****

Millie crawls across the bed and plops down onto her side, snuggling into him. Nestling her head underneath his chin, one of her hands on his shoulder. And he drops a kiss on her hair and wrapping an arm around her, pulls her close. Once again closing his eyes, enjoying a few extra moments of relaxation. Until she's moving against him and her tiny fingers are attempting to pry his eyes open.

“Wake up daddy,” her hand moves to his beard, giggling as she rubs her palm against it. “It's time to get up.”

“What if I don't want to?”

“It's breakfast,” she announces, and she's at his eyes again, growing frustrated as he screws them shut even tighter. “Daddy...” she grumbles. “...don't be such a boy.”

“I am a boy,” he reminds her.

“It doesn't mean you have to give me a hard time like the rest of them.”

Tyler grins. “You sounded so much like your mother just now.”

“Smart like mommy, cute like daddy,” she declares.

“Atta girl. You know what's up.” He opens his eyes: bright blue meeting bright blue.

“Hi!” she chirps, and leans in so they can rub the tips of their noses together. It's their 'special thing'. Something he'd taught her shortly after her second birthday. And she refuses to share it with her brothers.

“Hi.”

“I missed you, daddy.”

He will never grow tired of hearing that word. Or the way it makes him feel. How it fills him with a sense of accomplishment. That someone like him...with all the monsters in his closet and all the battles he's fought ...could both make and deserve something so perfect.

“How could you miss me? You were still up when I got home. I tucked you in. Read you a story. Five of them to be exact.”

“I missed you while I was sleeping,” she says, and fiddles with the chain around his neck.

He'd been gone for two weeks this time; helping Nik with a handful of simple 'in and out' extractions throughout central and south America. Returning with little more than a couple of bruised ribs, scrapped up knuckles, and a small gash above his right eye. He only takes the easy jobs now. He has way too much to lose. A wife and kids. Even his own side business: home renovations and handyman work. A way having steady cash flow and being able to get food on the table, the bills paid, and keep a roof of over their heads.

She is investigating the cut above his eye now. It hadn't been deep enough for stitches, but the skin around it was starting to swell and turn a vivid purple. Millie had lost it when she'd seen his injuries; crying like she'd never cried before. The only thing calming her down had been a bowl of ice cream and those five stories he'd been suckered into.

“You were gone a long time,” she pouts.

“Too long,” he agrees.

“Did you miss me?”

“Of course I did. Didn't I call you every night when I was gone? I missed you very much. And your mommy. And your brothers.”

“But not as much as you missed me, right? Because I'm your favourite.”

“I love all of you the same. I don't have any favourites.”

She pulls back, taking his face in her tiny hands. “Just tell me, daddy. I can keep a secret.”

It feels like a lifetime ago when she was just a tiny baby that he could carry around in one hand. Now she's in kindergarten, taking gymnastics, enrolled in martial arts, and willing try any sport that tickles her fancy. Sometimes he misses the old days. Getting up in the middle of the night to tend to her, feeling that tiny body just melt into his, smelling that powdery, fresh scent that clung to her hair and clothes. She's a daddy's girl. Always has been. And there's no sign of that changing any time soon.

He hopes it never does.

“Daddy?”

His eyes are closed again. Relishing the precious and all too fleeting moments with his first born. His only daughter. “Yeah?”

“I love you,” she announces, and it nearly brings tears to Tyler's eyes. She is so innocent and so pure, as is her blind faith and trust in him. She has no clue of what his other job entails. Just that he goes a way a lot and she hates it. And sometimes he comes back with cuts and bruises and the occasional broken bone.

It's his number one fear: what will happen when she gets older and she learns just what he's been up to all these years. He worries it will change how she looks at him. Right now she adores and idolizes him; there's no problem that daddy can't fix, no toy he can't repair, no monster he can't chase away. Soon that will end. She'll grow out of that and their relationship will be different. And he worries that the truth and the monsters and demons of his past will drive her away.

He tightens his hold on her. Drops a kiss on the top of her head.

“I love you too.”

****

His family is gathered in the kitchen. The smell of pancakes, eggs, and sausage hanging heavily in the air as google home mini perched on a nearby counte rtop plays the current and most popular music. Tanner scurries back and forth between cupboards and table as he happily and dutifully finishes setting places for his mother. The baby in his high chair; ten months old, a lock of strawberry blond hair falling across his forehead, brilliant blue eyes focused intently on scooping the selection of dry cheerios and slices of banana on the tray in front of him. Declan is long and lanky like Millie and TJ. Feisty and mischievous at even such a tender age. The genes run strong in the Rake family. Never a doubt to strangers on the street that those four came from the same mom and dad. Especially the latter. Their appearances strikingly similar; both physical and in their mannerisms and facial expressions.

“Help your brother,” Tyler instructs his daughter, placing her on the ground. “And no fighting over who gets what colour cup or what spoon.”

They were only eleven months apart and while incredibly close and nine times out of ten the best of friends, they loved to scrap. Their little pissing matches often turning physical. But Mille is strong and clever and never backs down from a challenge.

He joins his wife at the counter where she stands dishing food out onto plates. His hands coming to rest on her shoulders, then sliding down her arms and coming to rest on her hips. They’re wider now; she’s had four children after all. His children. Yet she is still firm and tone in some places, soft and more curvaceous in others. Her hair is shorter; skimming the tops of her shoulders, wispy bangs over her forehead. She is beautiful even first thing in the morning; a wide headband holding her hair away from her face, clad in a pair of simple black leggings and one of his t-shirts. And he leans into her, eyes closed as he breathes in the soft scent that lingers in her hair.

“Good morning,” his lips are against her ear, hands tightening on her hips as she pulls her back against him.

He feels her shudder against him and he smiles as he presses a kiss to her cheek. He had heard that once children came into the picture, a lot of women lost some, if not all, desire for sex. They were tired. Physically and emotionally. But not his wife. In fact, it had seemed to heighten her need for it even more. She’s always been insatiable; right from the very beginning of their relationship. The only woman he’d ever known -including his first wife- whose sexual appetite almost matched his. Last night she’d been especially in the mood; pouncing on him the second he walked into their bedroom. And then proceeding to wake him up twice in the middle of the night with no so gentle demands that he make love to her.

Who was he to say no?”

“Good morning,” she tilts her head back and smiles up at him “Did you sleep okay? I’m sorry the kids were so loud and woke you up. They were excited you were home.”

“They only woke me up once. You woke me up twice,” he teases, grinning when she blushes, and presses a kiss to the tip of her nose. “By the way…” he places his lips against her ear once again, and presses his groin against her ass. “…you were incredible.”

Her blush deepens, spreading all the way to the tips of her ears. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

“You definitely were not complaining,” he chides, and then kisses her cheek. Behind them, TJ makes a very distinct gagging noise. “One day you’re going like kissing girls,” he informs his son, as he leans back against the counter and accepts a mug of steaming black coffee from his wife.

“Never,” the little boy declares. “Girls are gross.”

“Your mommy isn’t gross,” Tyler points out. “Far from it. Daddy thinks she’s the most beautiful girl in the world. One day you’ll find a girl that you feel the same way about.”

“Nope,” his namesake remains steadfast. “Never. Ever. Girls that aren’t mommy are nasty. And kissing is gross. Just…ughhh…” his nose crinkles in disgusts as he shudders dramatically. Definitely his mother’s son with that little display.

“Kissing is where babies come from,” Mille announces, as she scrambles into her seat at the table.

“Well there’s a little more to it than that,” he says, and Esme digs her elbow into his ribs and shakes her his. “Well there is.”

“Like what?” Millie inquires. “Kissing and what?”

“Kissing and things,” her mother replies. “Things you don’t need to know about until you’re older. Much older.”

“How much older?” the five year old isn’t giving up that easily.

“When you’re thirty and your father finally lets you go out on a date.”

“Thirty!” Mille squeals. “That’s old as shit!”

“”Hey!” Tyler admonishes. “None of that. Only mommy says that word. She invented bad words like that.”

“Yeah…” Esme snorts. “…way back when the Pony Express still delivered mail.”

“I think you made the F word, daddy,” Tanner says, and his twin giggles beside him.

“Someone needs to watch their language when little ears are around,” Esme scolds, and hands him a cold plate of eggs and pancake for the paper.

“You might get your mouth washed out with soap,” TJ adds. “That’s what grandma says she used to do to Uncle Mike when he was little and swore like a drunken sailor.”

“Thirty is really old,” Millie muses dramatically, as she tucks her hair behind her ears.

“Your mother was being generous,” Tyler says. “I was thinking more like forty.”

“Daddy, that’s mean. You can’t boys away from me that long.”

“Don’t say that him,” Esme pipes up. “He’s going to take that as a challenge.”

“She can date, but I’m sitting on the front porch with a gun in my lap until she gets home,” he vows, and his wife rolls her eyes and begins carrying plates of food to the table, leaving an extra on the counter.

The baby squeals happily when Tyler steps up beside the high chair and reaches up for him with dirty hands. Fists repeatedly opening and closing in a request to be picked.

“Mate…” he sighs, as he takes in the state of his youngest. Banana smashed into oblivious, smeared into his hair. “…why do you have to do this to me? What kind of mess did you go and make? Your son tried to shampoo his hair with his banana,” he informs his wife. “Look at him. He’s a bloody wreck.”

“How come he’s only my son when he’s bad?” she smirks, and tosses him a package of baby wipes.

“Because the bad genes come from you,” he states, and then uses the wipes to clean the baby’s face, hair, and hands before unbuckling him and lifting him from the seat. Little arms curling around his neck, a face nuzzling into his shoulder. “Here we go, mate, here we go,” he says, and then slides into his chair. “Time to eat. Time to get big and strong so that you can kick some ass when you get older.”

“Really, Tyler?” Esme sighs. “Really?”

“Daddy said ass,” TJ giggles, and soon he and his brother are dissolving into hysterics and making fart jokes. Their sister rolling her eyes and giving them hell for being so rude.

Just another day in paradise.

****

“Well…well…well…” Esme grins. “…it lives. Long enough to emerge from it’s dungeon to eat.”

There’s a slight blush to Ovi’s cheeks as he enters the room, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he lays a hand on her shoulder and presses a kiss to his cheek. She may not be the woman that carried him for nine months and given birth to him, but she was very much his mother. Spending the last five years making sure he was well taken care of; nurtured, shown affection, encouraged to enjoy the simple things that came with a quieter existence. And he may not use the word, but he feels it in his heart. And he knows she does too.

He’s much taller now; half an inch shy of Tyler’s six foot three frame. He’s not as muscular and powerful as the man he considers his father, but is tall and athletic; a sinewy, well toned body from all the hours he’s spent lifting weights, helping out on their little hobby farm, and accompanying Tyler to his reno and handy man jobs. And while he lives in the apartment in the basement, he never misses a meal with the family. He craves the togetherness; the conversations and the jokes and hearing the kids giggling and playing.

He snags the plate of food off the counter and heats it in the microwave, then slips into the chair to Tyler’s left. “What time did you get back?” he inquires, as Esme moves to fill his empty glass from a pitcher of orange juice on the table.

“Around nine.”

“That was a long one,” he remarks, and Esme nods in agreement.

She has gotten used to his time away, but still doesn’t like it. It’s cold and lonely in the middle of the night and sleep rarely comes; too many worries about where he is and if he’s okay.

“What happened here?” Ovi gestures to the area above his own eye.

“Just a little mix up with someone that wasn’t too happy with me. Nothing serious. Where were you? The car was gone when I got home.”

He’d been the one that had taught the kid to drive; taking him on back country roads in a beater pick up truck that they’d picked up for cheap. Ovi’s come a long way in five years; physically and mentally. He’s no longer plagued by the vivid nightmares of what had happened in Dhaka or how’d he’d killed Gaspar to save Tyler’s life, and essentially, his own. He had thrived in the public school system and quickly and effortlessly made friends. Joined the swim team. Ran track and field. Tried his hand at football. He had decided to take a year off from pursuing a higher education; electing to busy himself on the farm and learning how to use power tools, sweating under the weight of hard, manual labour.

“Ovi had a date,” Millie sing songs. “With a girl.”

He reaches across the table to tousle her hair, and she gives that musical little giggle.

“It wasn’t a date,” he says. “I was helping her study.”

“Yeah…” Tyler smirks as the sips his coffee. “…it was studying.”

“Right…” Esme grins from across the table. “…studying. I was a teenager once. I know what studying is code language for. Tyler and I like to study together. He’s actually an excellent tutor.”

“Which is why we have four kids,” he adds.

“I am never going to study,” TJ declares, causing the adults to laugh.

“Oh boy child…” his mother sighs. “…you are in for one heck of a rude awakening when you get older. No kissing and no studying? Come back and talk to me when you’re fourteen.”

“You’ll like studying,” Tyler says. “Even by yourself. It’s not as fun as when you study with someone else, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.”

Ovi laughs, nearly choking on a mouthful of orange juice.

“Excuse me,” Esme directs a kick to his shin under the table. “When was the last time you actually had to study alone?”

“I was just gone for two weeks,” he reminds her. “Just because you wanted to study together when I got back doesn’t mean I didn’t have to study by myself while I was away. Go that long without studying? I haven’t gone that long without studying since I was fifteen.”

She holds a hand up to silence him. “Okay that last part is just way too much information.”

“Sometimes you have to study alone,” he continues with a shrug. “Because your study partner is tired. Or they feel sick Or they have a headache. Study partners get headaches a lot.”

She kicks him under the table to get his attention, then mouths: “I will kill you in your sleep.”

He shoots her a grin and a wink, reaching out with his foot in order to run his toes over her instep, along her shin, and then around to the hell.

At first she glares at him, glass against her lips, then gives a smirk and places her other foot in his lap. Causing him to clear his throat noisily and shift in his seat when she presses her toes into his crotch. But he doesn’t make her stop.

“So what’s her name? Esme asks. “This study partner of yours?”

“Chloe.”

“Oooo that’s pretty!” Mille gushes. “That’s a princess name. Is she pretty like a princess?”

“She is,” he confirms, but then reaches across the table to tousle her hair. “But not as pretty as you.”

“How’d you meet her?” Tyler asks, his hand slipping below the table to push his wife’s foot out of his crotch. The last thing he needed was to get up from the breakfast table with a raging hard on. He is almost forty one now, but she still has a way of making him feel like a horny teenager.

Esme pouts dramatically, then goes back to her breakfast. Foot now on his thigh, his fingers massaging at the bases of her toes.

“The internet,” Ovi sheepishly admits.

Tyler groans. Jesus , mate. We talked about this. We’ve been talking about this for five years now. No social media. It’s too easy for people to find you on there and track you down.”

“I’m being really careful,” he insists. “My security settings are really high. I don’t use my real name. Esme has a facebook.”

“With only her family on it. It’s not the same thing. How’d you end up randomly meeting her online in the first place? Don’t tell me you did something creepy like sending her a message out of nowhere because you thought she looked cute.”

“It was a group. For single people in Colorado.”

“Oh for fuck sakes,” Tyler mutters, much to the chagrin of the kids; the twins giggling and telling he was going to get his mouth washed out with soap and Millie who immediately scrambling for the ‘swear jar’ that sits on the counter by the stove. Informing him that he knows five bucks because it was a ‘really, really, really bad word’. “Why would you go on something like that? I get being lonely and wanting to meet girls, but for Christ sakes, mate.”

“I wasn’t thinking, I guess. I just wanted to meet new people and talk to them. I wasn’t really planning on meeting anyone. I was just wanting to talk.”

He’s had a handful of girlfriends in high school. Nice, down home kind of girls that came from decent families and seemed to have no secrets in their closets. Tyler had made sure of it: giving their names and addresses to Nik so she would do a little digging. Everything had come back clean, thankfully. But it was better to be safe than sorry, especially with kids in the house.

“How much do you even know about this girl?”

“Enough.”

Tyler arches both brows, waiting for a better response.

“We’ve been talking for a little while,” he admits. “A few weeks now. She lives in Butte. So when we wanted to meet in person, we agreed to drive hallway and meet in the middle.”

“How old is she?” Tyler presses. “What does she do for a living?”

“Twenty three.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the way his wife’s widen at the revelation. There’s almost five full years between them and while that had never stopped them, it seemed a little wrong when it was a nineteen year old boy being pursued by an older woman.

“She teaches in a day care,” Ovi continues. “So she’d fit in really well around here. She loves kids and you guys have a lot of them, so…”

“I wanna met her,” Mille decides, and her brothers join in.

“You can’t just bring strangers to the house,” Esme speaks up. “You know that’s one of the big rules. We can’t just have anyone and everyone walking through the front door. How much do you really know about her other than her name, age, and what she does for a living? Do you know anything about her friends? Her family? Her background?”

“I can always get Nik to run a check on her,” Tyler suggests. “I mean, if he really wants to see this girl…”

“Still doesn’t mean I want a stranger coming to my bouse. Being around my kids. Wasn’t that we agreed on about five years ago? When we moved here and I was having the twins? That we wouldn’t take the chance of just letting someone walk through the door? There’s always a chance, remember? That someone is looking for us. Those are your exact words.”

“But if I get Nik to do a background check, we’ll get some answers. If nothing comes up, great. He can see the girl. If someone comes up, then he doesn’t. You wouldn’t, right?” he looks at Ovi. “See her if something came up?”

“No! I would never do anything like that! I’d never bring someone like that around here. I just want the chance to get to know her. That’s all. She’s really nice and really pretty and I think you guys would like her.:

“I’m going to like her,” Millie chimes in. “I already do. If she’s good enough for my Ovi, she’s good enough for me.”

“Pound it…” he says to her, as he holds out a fist and she enthusiastically responds. “…now blow it up.”

They’ve always been close. Right from the moment they’d brought her as a baby to the Mahajan house five years ago. It was the first infant he’d ever had contact with and he’d been immediately smitten; mesmerized by the little sounds she made, how she would look up at him with those big blue or wrap her entire fist around one of his fingers. And when he wasn’t holding or begging to hold her, he was playing the piano for her; having her in the car seat on the floor next to him while he entertained her with his favourite songs. As she grew older, she’d always referred to him as ‘my Ovi’. Sometime she’s even called him her brother, and when people tried to point out it wasn’t physically possible that they were related in any way, she’d argue that ‘Christmas presents aren’t always in the same wrapping paper and neither are people’.

Pretty wise for a five year old.

“It won’t hurt to take a look at her,” Tyler attempts to reason with his wife “What’s the worst that can happen? We see something we don’t like in her background and he cuts ties with her. That’s it. No harm, no foul.”

She’s become increasingly paranoid with each baby they’ve brought into the world. Always worried that there was someone out there just waiting to trample on the happiness that they had managed to find. And when he’d gotten back into the job without consulting her first, the worry became obsessive and all consuming.

And there was also some lingering animosity towards him on her part; that he’d willingly go back into a profession that put a target on not only his back, but hers and the kids as well. He no longer saw it that way; he was more than capable of protecting his family and there were others -like Nik, Yaz, and the rest of the team- that would help them out no questions asked. Besides, the jobs he took were considered low on the scale of risk when it came to severe injury or death.

“If nothing comes back and she’s totally clean, there’s no reason why she can’t come around,” he adds, and gives her foot a squeeze. “You know I’m not going to just let a stranger walk up in here. I wouldn’t take that chance. So I’ll get Nik to look her up. The kid does deserve to have a life. Isn’t that we brought him along with us in the first place?”

Sighing heavily, she uses her fork to push the remains of her food around her plate.

“Nothing is going to happen,” he assures her. “We do things this way, there’s no chance of something going wrong. Let’s at least give the girl a chance, yeah?”

“As long as you promise to have Nik look into her. And as long as you…” she trains her gaze on Ovi. “…promise me you won’t bring her here until Tyler find outs about her. I’m serious, Ovi. I can’t have some random off the street getting near my kids. I just can’t.”

“I won’t,” he vows. “I’d never do something like that.”

Giving a small smile, she nods and then pushes her chair away from the table and begins tidying up the dirty plates and utensils, instructing the kids to run upstairs and get cleaned up and dressed.

“Is she okay?” Ovi asks. “She seems a little….mad.”

“I think she’s a bit pissed at me. I was only supposed to be gone four days and it ended up turning into two weeks. It’s hard on her. Being home alone all that time with the kids. This job was supposed to be easy and it turned into a real shit show instead. Definitely not what I thought I was walking into.”

“Well at least you’re alive, right? You’re home. At least you’re still here.”

“That’s all that matters, mate. Dragging myself through that front door. As long as I get home to my wife and my kids, it’s a good day.”

As long as he wasn’t being brought home in a body bag.

#tyler rake #tyler rake fan fiction #tyler rake fan fic #extraction #sanctuary

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deerlyloved · 4 years

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I was tagged by @voidskele

Name: Hope, but most people call me Deer.

Hogwarts House: It’s Hufflepuff and JKR can eat dirt for her rampant Antisemitism, homophobia, racism, and transphobia.

Social Media: Twitter, Instagram is love.mutt, DeviantArt

Current Time: 4:31PM (CDT)

Cats or Dogs: Dogs

Coffee, Tea, Other: Coffee, I cannot get a full night’s rest and it tastes good.

Favorite Pokemon: Totodile and Evolutions!

Favorite Animal: Fish, specifically Mollies!

First Fandom: I’m pretty sure it was Doctor Who, but at the same time I also got really heavily into the MLP:FiM fandom, Twilight fandom, and Pokemon, but they all happened right after the other so I can’t remember which was actually first.

First Fanfic: It was a gorey MLP fic that makes me wonder why my mother didn’t take me to a therapist. I deleted it way, way long ago, but... Here’s a Homestuck OC fic I wrote at age 13 And a Pokemon OC fic written at 12.

When I made this blog: I think 2016/17? I remade from my old blog because I did a lot of identity questioning and then realized that my old blog had, like, five years of online drama, bad opinions, and cringy posts on it and decided to remake my image. Pretty much only my ex knows my old URL/blog.

How Long I’ve Been In My Current Fandom: I’m not really “in” fandoms like I used to be, but I just bought BNHA merch after 2 weeks of watching, I wrote The Outer Worlds fanfiction after about two months of playing, and MLP fanfiction after 7 years of liking the show.

Art or Music: Music is art, both because I listen to music to daydream while I’m drawing.

Reason for URL: I wanted to be fake-deep and I was like haha hoho love mutt.......mutt......who loves......that’s so deep hoho hehe haha.

I’m tagging @ihavenotfallenyet and @cxrriettx

#shush wifey #tag games

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astrocassette · 4 years

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oc aesthetic - seren

tagged on this one by @undyingembers, thank you!!

mostly under a readmore cause i was feeling poetic and found myself writing!

Bold for always Italics for sometimes

COLORS

red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. cobalt blue.

the green of the forest and the blue of the sky are the colors they chose to adorn themselves with, colors they could drink in for as long as they could want to. but they are not the only colors that follow them. the earthy browns of their horns and their fur, the shiny wheat yellow of their hair, the vivid green that’s wrapped around their body and shines in their eyes all trail after them as well. and the twinkling blues and purples that surround them as they watch the night sky, dipping to cascade over their shoulders in a cape made of starlight. all of these are the colors that follow this watcher.

ELEMENTS

fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. magic.

seren is a child, born of the earth, but knowing only the sea and the sky. they take joy in the rushing of waves underneath, the salty breeze through their hair, the feeling of sunlight on their skin, all of the colors that paint and dapple the sky when day turns to night. this is what they know, but when this adventure is over, they will find themself again in the sound of rustling leaves, the feeling of dirt under bare feet, the softness of lying in a clover patch. these are their elements, earth, sea, and sky.

BODY

claws. long fingers. fangs. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. sweat. tears. feline. scales. fur. chubby. curvy. short. tall. average height. muscular. lean. piercings. tattoos. lithe.

they look so small, so unassuming at first glance, small horns, floppy ears, and freckle-flowers, wandering around the ship barefoot, smiling as easily as the sun shines. they are themself, of course, always, but even still it’s enough to give pause when they strip at the bathhouse, seeing the bruises and scrapes and scars of battle that decorate their skin, and the hints of lean muscle underneath. they are small, maybe, and sunny, but that does not negate how dangerous a foe they are.

WEAPONS

fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. venom. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. pyre. teeth/fangs. rifles. words.

seren has known many weapons in their lifetime, wielded and suffered, but not all remembered. wands and rifles fit easily into their hands, and somehow the weight of a mace did too. really, though, all of those came second. they could do so much with a thought, crush, splinter, pierce. use peoples’ phantasmal insides to break their tangible outsides. it was... rather unnerving when anyone else thought about it for too long.

MATERIALS

gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

seren’s mind makes itself out of wool and paper, out of iron and cloth and clay. it comes out in the weaving of wool, the scratching of lyrics on paper, the rush of breath through an ocarina. they collect rocks with their hands and dirt with their feet, and their days are segmented by iron weapons and cookware alike. the watcher is made up of many things, but most of all, themself.

NATURE + WEATHER

grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. sunflowers. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. poppies. galaxies. stardust. sky. rain. storm. sunny.

a child of the earth, a child of nature, they appreciate everything they can get from it. plants, trees and flowers and crops are petted as seren passes by. barefoot, they dig their toes into grass and dirt and sand alike, reveling in the texture. they lie on beaches and meadows, watching what the sky has to offer at any time of day.

ANIMALS + MYTHICAL CREATURES

lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles + tortoises. bugs. spiders. doves. robins. ducks. vultures. whales. dolphins. fish. octopus. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. rabbits. hares. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats. livestock. tigers. panthers. deer. foxes. bats. bears. crocodiles + alligators. coyotes. seals + sea lions

seren knows of many animals, but only has experience with a few. they know stories of falcons and snakes and turtles and panthers, but does not remember learning them. caring for cats and rabbits and chickens is much the same, during the few occasions they help a local corral their livestock. the one that always makes them light up, though, their favorite, were bats. as dusk fell, they’d watch the diminutive shadows flitting from tree to tree, grinning and pointing them out to whoever was with them.

FOOD + DRINK

sugar. salt. bitter. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. soda. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. french fries.

fruits and meats and grains are their favorites, preferring savory and sweet. humming happily at the taste of honey glazed hen, sharing orange slices with whoever happened by on deck, flapping their hands at the spiciness of fire kelp but going back for more, crunching on candied nuts as they peruse the shops of queen’s berth. to them, food is very much a joy, and something to be shared.

HOBBIES

music. art. watercolors. gardening/growing plants. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. comic books. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electric guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. flight. climbing. running. swimming. healing/medicine.

they like everything surrounding music and the fiber arts, but there are other things, too. sparring with friends is something they enjoy, light fare to make days sailing more interesting. reading books, both fiction and non to pass the time in a gentler way, card games similarly when they want to spend that time with people. neither they nor their crew puts on theater, but in ports, seren loves stopping to watch, enjoying the story and the questionable acting skills in equal measure. being the herald of berath and the hound of eothas does not allow excessive room for hobbies, but they make time anyways.

STYLE

lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. sweater. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. duster. trenchcoat. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. eye contacts. makeup. ties. uniform.

a brigandine and cape, forest green, sky blue, and white, are their battle armor, heavy but maneuverable. it is what they choose to wear for the necessity of it, but outside of battle it is not something they’d choose. they favor light shirts and tunics, open necklines and half sleeves, pants cut at the knee, secured with a sash that flutters after them when they run. an item cherished is their cape, the cape of the fallen star, that surrounds them in the beauty of the night sky and makes them a sight to remember on the few occasions they wear it.

MISC.

balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. mental health problems. sadness. bittersweet. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. revenge.

seren is kind. kind, and light, and optimistic. their task is a heavy one, tense, and worrying, and precarious, so they do what they can to bring light, to show kindness against the uncertainty of the world.

#hwoo i have no idea where the writing part of this came from but it was fun!!#i keep meaning to get back to playing adfvsdgb #the saturday d&d campaign i'm in recently got BUCKWILD in the best way so that's what's been occupying my brain space as of late #but i'll get back to pillars eventually #watcher seren

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