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myillusions · 11 months

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Gilded Robin

Chapter One: young and beautiful

Series Summary: Having found security and comfort within the confines of Jackson, Ophelia “Robin” Robinette begins to forget of the outside world and life before she had gained this solace, until her past comes ushering back at full force. A lovers, to enemies, then back to lovers story.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!OC

Word Count: 1.7k

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Series Masterlist

Series Warnings: possible tlou 1&2 spoilers, age gap, angst, slow burn, canon typical violence, dark themes, mentions of death, betrayal, outbreak, depression, anxiety, suicidal ideation, blood, fluff, semi-toxic relationship, HEAVY pining, lovers to enemies then back to lovers, eventual smut, alcohol consumption, 18+ mdni (will add more as the story progresses).

A/N: aaaah first time posting a story on tumblr! thank you to anyone who reads i truly appreciate you <33 apologies that this chapter is quite slow! hoping you enjoy!!

Desperate and fervent virescent optics angled towards the winding gravel road ahead. Scarlet-stained knuckles curling brutally around the wheel until they are undercoated with a shade of white. Grating and strained breaths escaping her cut lips, crimson gradually bespattering down against her begrimed lap. The woman focused relentlessly upon the task at hand, jaw grinding downwards harshly with the effort as ginger hair fell down unceremoniously past her bruised cheeks. Tears instinctively welling up against her eyes as even the most imperceptible thought of previous events swarmed their way around her mind. Joel’s coming, Ophelia; you have to run. The woman abruptly sent the reverberating words in her head to a screeching stop as the sole of her foot firmly slammed down against the breaks of the vehicle, her neck swinging forth at the merciless jolt.

“Ophelia!” Ophelia swung her head around at the mention of her name, pupils narrowing against her dimmed surroundings to seek out the source of the caterwaul, only aided by the flickering flames casting light upon the wooden walls of the small lookout. Ophelia allowed her shoulders to lower in an exhale of relief upon spotting Priscilla, perched with crossed legs in front of the stained bergamot couch, inquisitively peering over at her.

“Lost you for a moment there. Where’d your head run off to, eh?” Priscilla questioned with a quirk of her brow; a subtle grin stretched along her expression. Ophelia grumbled laboriously, shifting against her weight to wrap her arms across her knees, pressing them securely to her abdomen as she cast her gaze downwards, settling it instead amongst the burnt coals bordering the feeble fireplace.

“Nowhere. I was just thinking about the report for Tommy tomorrow.” Ophelia answered indifferently, nails digging down against her thigh uncomfortably as she waited with bated breath for Priscilla’s response.

Though, heedless to Ophelia’s blatant deception, Priscilla only gave a nonchalant rise of her shoulder blades, yanking herself forwards over the timber flooring to lean her head amongst the grimy cushions, shutting her eyes languidly. “Yeah, a’right; you can continue to ponder on that by taking the first shift, then.” Priscilla decided with a grunt, wrapping her arms around her chest conservatively.

Ophelia didn’t answer, directing her attention out of the window angled to the right of the fireplace, where chalky flecks stretched along a stygian canvas; only highlighted by the illumination the moon brought. Ophelia sat for hours on end staring directly out the window, until lilac and gold began to swirl against the sky, pushing the sun additionally further down, creating a bewitching sight in contrast to the dreadful reality of the ground below. Only when it was time to disperse did fatigue begin to seep against Ophelia’s limbs, craning her neck to prod Priscilla in the side, who in turn, rolled around with a murmur of protest.

Ophelia elevated herself to her legs with a strenuous heave, making sure to scribble down the information of the patrol onto the clip board, however disarranged. She then began to collect the few items strewn over the space, shoving them back into her decrepit umber bag, before she slung it over her shoulder, along with her hunting rifle. Ophelia blinked obnoxiously over towards where Priscilla begrudgingly hoisted herself upright, gathering her own equipment, before the two set off; descending down the latter pressed up against the side of the lookout, until their boots pressed down against the unpigmented snow coating the terrain with a dull ‘thump’. Ophelia gave a brisk scan over their surroundings, before she began to trudge through the undergrowth, with Priscilla closely following her trail. Upon reaching where they had stationed their horses, the two fixed their bags against the saddle, before they hauled themselves up onto the seat with the assistance of the stirrup. They near instantaneously began forwards, swaying with the beat of the animals’ steps. The distance between the lookout and Jackson was covered swiftly, with little conversation being shared between the two; Priscilla too exhausted to socialise whilst Ophelia was far too preoccupied with her own thoughts. Although, both still kept an avid ear out for any abnormal or peculiar sounds.

Ophelia, admittedly, did take some of the time to cherish the view; she had always adored winter; how the branches of trees, adorned with snowfall, would shiver against the frigid zephyr, causing the milky flakes to shutter down against the sleet-coated terrain. Everything seemed far more tranquil during this season, with animals burrowing away to shield from the cold and the light crunch of footsteps against the insubstantial snow. Even with the impending threat of infected looming over, Ophelia couldn’t resist from feeling comforted by winter, with all the glacial and bitter entails it supplies.

Upon guiding the horses through the gate of Jackson after it had been pulled open, Priscilla and Ophelia posted them in the stables, before they came to join the cluster of physiques settled at the entrance. Ophelia chased down Tommy, who greeted her with a pat to the shoulder and an incline of his head in tranquil inquiry.

“Ay, Tommy. Priscilla and I’s patrol went smoothly, no infected. Though, we did see a couple of raiders in the distance, but they ended up moving off in the opposite direction, so we should be fine. Might want to get a couple of people out on an earlier patrol just to check, either way.” Ophelia informed with a pragmatic hum.

Tommy nodded enthusiastically along to Priscilla’s words. “Cheers, Robin. I’ll be sure to get ‘round to that. You and Priscilla can go head down to the hall, breakfast should be just about ready now.” Ophelia grimaced towards the use of the nickname, though she gave a grateful grunt anyways, giving a wave of adieu towards Tommy, before going to fetch Priscilla. The two trotted off in the direction of the rather substantial building with rushed steps, eager to have something to eat.

Ophelia rapidly gained her usual loquacious demeanour back as the morning continued, indulging in multiple lingering conversations whilst she stood in line at the cafeteria, awaiting her own meal. Ophelia and Priscilla grabbed their own trays, heading to a selected table to settle, along with three others: Isaac, Caleb and Maya. Ophelia knew the lot quite well, though she didn’t place much trust in them.

“So, Priscilla, Ophelia; you two were on lookout yesterday, yeah? Anything exciting happen?” Caleb questioned, whilst digging in a spoonful of mashed potato past his lips, expecting eyes flickering back and forth between the two women.

Ophelia tsked, tapping her fork down against the plate a multitude of times, with a shake of her head. “Nothing worth mentioning. It was rather boring, really.” Priscilla sounded a drastic inhale at this, a palm whacking against her chest, resulting in the gazes settled around the table to snap towards her.

“Boring? Ophelia, I’m offended!” Priscilla jested, giving a faux frown as she wiped an imaginary tear from her pale cheek. Ophelia only snorted her amusement, giving the raven-haired woman a shove to the arm. Maya then leaned forwards, elbows against the table, veering over towards Ophelia with an exuberant hazel glare.

“Ophelia, word is you and Maverick have been canoodling lately. Is it true?” Maya blinked, anticipation swirling amongst her eyes. Ophelia repressed a scoff, opening her mouth to answer; Maya, always the prying one.

Priscilla shot in with a scoff before Ophelia could began to articulate her response, with her bottom lip curled in distaste. “Jesus, Maya, canoodling? What are you, eighty?”

Maya stuck her tongue out towards Priscilla in retort, until Priscilla perked up, with a scoff. “To be honest, it isn’t much of your business, nor anyone’s, Maya.” Priscilla pondered for a few moments, before continuing, “But if you must know, no. Nothing is happening.” Priscilla wasn’t exactly being untruthful, nothing had been happened with Maverick; anymore, that is. Much to Ophelia’s predictions, he had evolved into a self-righteous, conceited prick.

Maya slumped back against her chair, with a defeated frown etched upon her features. Caleb only inclined forth more, intent, inspecting Ophelia with a brisk once-over, as though she wasn’t painfully aware of his leering. Ophelia, set on being post-haste with her meal after the mortifying conversation, eventually wrapped her palms around the border of the ligneous table, pushing her chair backwards with an ear-piercing shriek over the flooring. Disposing of her dishes on the counter by the kitchen, Ophelia strolled from the hall, breathing out an exasperated exhale which had been caught in her chest. Morning continued to stretch on, however the sun was held glistening just below the pearly clouds, reflecting thin beaming rays down against Jackson below, resulting in most surfaces being rather damp with the mixture of the season, and a low mist to hang against the air.

Ophelia sauntered through the extensive streets of Jackson leisurely, savouring the sound of light chatter frolicking past her ears, assorted with people shifting up and down the walkways of the sequestered Jackson to assume their duties of the day. It was a peaceful day, Ophelia noted.

That was, until a sickeningly familiar name was yelled out amongst the tranquil street, breaking the untroubled atmosphere like a vase shattering. The exclamation cut sharply through Ophelia’s demeanour, like a knife to a nimble string, her pupils narrowing as her mouth runs dry and bitter, her throat contracting inwards. “Joel!” Ophelia came to a stuttering pause, her brows immediately furrowing with dubiety.

Ophelia carried herself over by the side of one of the multitude of buildings lining the street, her heart rate kicking up plentifully, causing her abdomen to cramp against itself. She pressed her spine up against the unbearable brick, attempting to calm her breaths, which now came out hastily. It was only a coincidence, yes? Joel wasn’t truly here. He couldn’t be. Ophelia tilted her neck backwards to stare up against the side of the looming buildings above, mind racing with thoughts too hurriedly for her to keep up. Ophelia internally cursed herself for how indisputably she fell into a panic at the mere mention of the cursed man. Jostling up her nerves with an unsavoury scoff, Ophelia took the chance to peek around from the corner of the building, query humming against her glare. Immediate regret flooded around her, stomach churning sickeningly whilst her heart rammed against her chest, much adjacent to a blistering hammer against anvil. Her vision blurred horrendously at the edges, her inhale getting trapped in her throat, adamantly refusing to escape. Ophelia wished she could fold back into herself as she stared over to where the man stood idly, unaware of Ophelia’s presence; set with broad shoulders, unruled brunette hair and a perpetual scowl written along his expression. Joel Miller.

“Maybe forever was a word meant for memories and not people.”

young and beautiful - lana del rey

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thatblackravenclaw · 11 months

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The Half-Blood of Winchester Bay

disclaimer: the artwork above is not mine!

Blog Details | Let’s take a trip

a/n: this might not do well. people might not be interested in it. i still want to post it. i wrote something like this for my creative writing class but enhanced it after turning it in so i could connect it to the world of percy jackson.

Apollo x OC!fem!reader (Ophelia)

warning(s): none really, a tiny bit cheesy, sort of proofread

word count: 3.5k

Chapter 1: The Half-Breed of Winchester Bay

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The gods are going to kill me. Unlike other half-bloods, I’ve always known who both of my parents are. Selene isn’t like the other gods that live on Mount Olympus. She claimed me the moment I was born. She helped raise me when she could. I lived with my father Zion. The best warlock in Louisiana. He raised me as his apprentice. I do more witch work than Greek work. Well, until two days ago that is.

I have an altar for my mom. A white candle in the shape of a full moon. A shimmery black stand holds the candle up. Drachmas litter the stand. The picture we took while in Santorini is in a gold picture frame that stands off to the right of the altar. We look almost identical. Our dark brown hair goes down to our waists. The curls are not tamed yet not wild. Mine is pinned back with bobby pins, but hers flowed free. Our dresses were similar as well. White with sheer puffy sleeves. Her dress ran down to her feet whereas mine stopped right above the knee. I wore gladiator sandals and she wore white low-top trainers. Our arms wrapped around each others’ waists and our smiles shone like stars. I wish I could go back.

The flame on the candle flickers violently and the drachmas begin to burn into scarlet. I avert my eyes with haste and wait until my mother says my name. I look up at her and her emotion doesn’t match the happy one I’ve come to know. It’s worry with a sliver of fear.

“What’s going on?” I stand and grab both of her hands in mine. She’s shaking. My emotion begins to mirror hers as I look into her eyes.

“We have to go to Olympus. Now.” Before I can respond, we disperse into a bright light.

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I’ve only been to Mount Olympus once in my life. It was when I was a baby so I don’t remember it, but my mother always told me the story before I went to bed when I was younger. Most Gods don’t really claim their kids until they absolutely need to. They all go to Camp Half-Blood and wait in the Hermes cabin until their parents claim them. Selene couldn’t wait to show me off. She said that I was her miracle baby. That I was destined for great things. They were as accepting as gods can be. They don’t show much emotion. They must stay stoic. Selene is the opposite. Except for right now.

We climb the steps to the chapel of Elias. My left hand holds up my floral dress while my right hand holds my mother’s hand. My mother is wearing her formal attire which consists of a white pantsuit with a 1-meter train. A full moon crown adorns her head. Her hair is the same as our vacation in Greece.

“The gods will be much larger than you. Stand tall and don’t let them intimidate you. You’re as powerful as them so they will try to get you to fear them so they can control you.” Her tone doesn’t skip a beat. You wouldn’t even be able to tell that she has walked up over a hundred stairs.

“I don’t understand. Why am I here?” My eyes stay down so I can make sure that I don’t trip.

“They found out who your father is.” I don’t speak anymore after that. The doors are in view so the point would be moot.

The double doors open on their own. If I wasn’t so nervous my jaw would have dropped at the scene in front of me. The ivory walls are decorated with famous murals from centuries ago. Chandeliers hang from the ceilings. I’m not sure if it’s an optical illusion or not, but the long hall seems to get taller the further we get into it. There are more double doors at the end of the hall. I assume that’s where the gods are currently having their meeting.

“I must leave you here. They will expect you on your own. I will be there when you arrive though.” I look at her and the emotion in her eyes turns to love whenever our eyes meet. I smile at the affection before bringing both of my arms around her middle. She already towers over me by 4 inches. That may not seem like a lot, but I’m only 5’1. She places a kiss on the middle of my forehead and vanishes in a bright light.

I walk slowly but not too slow. They are already mad at me enough as it is. I can’t escape my fate, but at least I can delay it. My heart jumps to my throat and my hair itches the middle of my back. I loathe the corset dress at this moment. Will this even be appropriate to wear for this occasion?

I reach the double doors. The handles are gold with an intricate design on them. Swirls of what looks like vines. Do I knock? I feel it would be polite to knock. I don’t hear any noise on the other side of the door to indicate whether this is a good time to enter or not. I hit my knuckles against the heavy door and pray that they heard it. The gigantic doors open inward. In the middle of the room is a giant goblet-like container that has fire peeking from inside of it. There’s a giant step that leads to the thrones for the gods. In the shape of a horseshoe, each throne is decorated for each god that takes residence here. Selene doesn’t have one as she is one of the lesser-known gods due to the cruel mistress, time. She has many followers, but not as many as Artemis. My mother doesn’t come here much anyway. Something about the way she and Zeus ended has always forced her to not be able to stand in the same room as him for long periods of time.

In the middle is Zeus of course. All the center of attention. He has a likeness to Aristotle. He wears a suit and carries his lightning bolt at his side. On the left of him is Poseidon. Percy describes him a lot. Gray hair, Hawaiian shirt with shorts, and open-toed sandals. He’s actually kind of hot. I understand what Percy’s mom saw. I don’t pay much attention to the other gods. All of their eyes are on me and I’m trying to prevent a panic attack. I want to look for my mother, but I’ve stood before the threshold long enough. I walk all the way in and around the fire goblet thing and stand directly in front of Zeus.

“Lord Zeus,” I say with a bow at the waist. My dress swishes against my legs.

“You may stand.” His voice is deeper than I anticipated. Uncertainty sweeps through my body, but I stand tall nonetheless. I mirror his stoic expression.

“Selene has kept something rather dire from us. When you were born she told us that you were half mortal. As of recently, we have caught you with a rather powerful warlock so we decided to keep a closer eye on you. Now we know that you refer to him as your father.”

“Oh my gosh, Zeus. Get to the point.” I turn to the voice and catch the attention of Apollo. God of the sun. Horrible poet, but probably the hottest (figuratively and literally) god to exist. His blond hair is set ablaze. His attire is the closest to Ancient Greek attire. White toga with sandals that match mine. A halo of light surrounds him. What catches my attention most is his infamous crown of laurel leaves. He wears it to remember his first love, Daphne. I wonder if he ever moved on. We make eye contact and he flashes a bright smile at me before following it with a wink. A smile kisses the corner of my cheek, but I don’t entertain the thought. It would never happen. He’s Zeus’ son and I’d rather not repeat history.

What looks to be lightning flashes through Zeus’ eyes as he looks at his son. When he turns back to me they have returned to their original stormy gray. “You are much too dangerous to wander the Earth. Your powers surpass any demigod or hero. I am making a motion to have you eliminated.”

“Over my dead body.” The smooth voice comes from behind me. I turn around and see my mother who is now the same height as the other gods. For the first time since I’ve walked into the room, my nerves have calmed down.

“What he isn’t saying is that we came to a compromise.” The other voice is almost as sweet as my mother’s. The voice comes from Artemis, the moon goddess. Her outfit matches her brothers except she seems to be wearing leggings underneath her toga. For centuries people thought she and Selene hated each other. Both goddesses of the moon however have two completely different roles. Artemis is the moon goddess, but she is also the goddess of the hunt. Selene is the moon personified. Selene actually helps Artemis quite often. Due to the moon's brightness, Artemis can see the animals she hunts. They act much like sisters.

“What is the compromise?” My voice surprisingly comes out strong. My heart is erratic, but I don’t drop my facade.

“You become a full goddess and be your mothers’ apprentice or become a full witch and do whatever you want with your father,” Zeus says.

Hearing these words makes me feel like everything has frozen over. My life flashes before my eyes. The first time I mastered my witch powers. I can freeze time and blow things up. I don’t use those powers much, but I don’t know how I’d feel not having them at all. Would I ever get to see my father again? He’s not immortal. I’ll live for eons and he’ll be gone. I won’t get to see my friends again. Percy declined immortality to be with Annabeth. Tyson comes up from the water every so often but even so, he’ll only live for a couple hundred of years. The only person I would see is Thalia. “It’s now or never Ophelia.” Zeus’ statement surges anger throughout my body.

“Have a heart, Zeus. This is a big decision. She’s only seventeen.” Athena steps forward to defend me. The resemblance between her and Annabeth are uncanny. Blonde hair and grey eyes. Her facial expression continues to match her fellow gods, but it’s nice that she spoke up for me.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think I’m going to say yes. You don’t get the chance to become a goddess every day. On top of all that I am, I’m a realist. I’ll miss my dad and my friends, but considering the climate we live in as we cannot stop being who we are, it’s possible for us to die any day now. I can’t use that as an excuse to not become something that people can only dream about.

“I will give up witchcraft.” It’s silent. It’s times like this where I wish I had gotten the power to read minds. My mom shrank down to my size and lifts me into a hug. Jubilation spreads throughout my body and I know that I’ve made the right decision.

“As soon as I let you go, you’re going to kneel. You will assume your full ability.” She whispers in my ear.

“How do I do that?” My brows scrunch as we pull away at the same time. She sends me a wink as she steps back and returns to her true size.

I kneel on the ground and keep my head down. A tingling sensation starts at the tip of my toes. I have to suppress the need to laugh. It rises up my calves and past my knees to my thighs. I don’t know what’s going on from the outside since my eyes are screwed shut. It makes me nervous actually. There aren’t exactly books to tell you what it's like to become a goddess. The tingle stops at the top of my head and I become acutely aware of how quiet the gods are.

“Open your eyes.” I obey my mothers’ voice. Everybody is at eye level now. I look down and see the fire pit below me. Holy shit I’m tall.

“That’s all. Everyone adjourned.” Zeus stands up first as he dismisses everybody. No one gives me a second glance as they also stand and go about their business. I turn to face my mother and her smile is the same as the day in Greece.

“I have to do something with Artemis. Are you okay to explore on your own?” I nod my head and say my goodbyes as they walk out arm in arm. After a moment, all the emotions and excitement settle. This is my life now. Immortal. I don’t regret my choice, but I’m not sure what to do now.

“Ophelia.” I turn to the voice and see Apollo still in his original spot.

“Lor-“ I start before remembering we are now equals, “Apollo.” He walks over and starts to survey me with an ever-growing smirk.

“Ophelia. Greek for aid and help. Also the name of the beautiful heroine from Hamlet. You outshine her beauty a thousand times over.” I hold my hands behind my back and try to prevent the smile from breaking through to my face.

“Now if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you were flirting with me.” I decided to match his smirk. “I guess I understand why my father was so enamored with Selene.”

“So you’re only talking to me because you have a crush on my mother?” His eyes widened. I can see the blanket of nervousness lying across his face.

“I’m just kidding, sun boy. It’s cute how nervous you got though.” I give him a wink before patting him on the shoulder as I walk past him.

I get to the threshold of the double doors and turn back to see him already looking at me. I give him a smile before continuing my journey to the garden. I’ve seen pictures of it in books, but it doesn’t hold a candle to how it actually looks. The trees and bushes are in full bloom. There are golden apples (yes, actual golden apples.) and fruit bushes as far as the eye can see. The nymphs dance around to the harps. I look up to the sky and the stars are shining brightly. The moon shines even brighter. I walk to a less crowded part of the garden and take off my shoes to reconnect and ground myself. A witch thing. I may not have my witch powers anymore, but I can still practice non-magical things. I kneel down and maneuver my body to lay face up to the sky. There’s a full moon tonight. My favorite phase. A phase I’m able to charge myself under.

“You don’t want to join the festivities?” I turn my head and once again see the bright hair and flashy teeth.

“Stalking me, Sun boy?”

“The Sun always finds a way to get to the Moon.”

“Seems so. Thank you for illuminating the Moon tonight.”

“All in a day’s work.” He lays next to me and stargazes with me. “You should let me take you out.”

“And why is that?”

“Because you don’t have anything better to do?” We laugh at this. It’s the truth. My mother is busy and I don’t have any jobs to do yet.

“That’s fair. What do you have in mind?”

“Moonlit picnic?”

“Sounds like a date.” I raise a quizzical brow.

“Maybe it is.” I stand up and dust off my dress. My feet slip back into my sandals and I look at Apollo following my actions sans sandals since he kept his on.

“In your dreams, sunshine. You don’t even know me.” I smile and give him a helping hand. Once he’s up, I truly assess how significantly taller he is than me. Maybe 8 inches taller. I look up and see that his smile hasn’t deterred. He’s making it really hard to reject him right now.

“I would if you’d let me take you out on a date.”

“And repeat our parents' history?”

“We don’t know that that will happen to us. Plan on falling for a mortal?”

“I might. Like you said, you understand why your father fell for my mother.”

We walk back to civilization. The nymphs continue their dance. Other lesser-known gods and goddesses are drinking wine while enjoying the night. Everyone smiles at me as I walk through. “Hello” and “Welcome, Ophelia” fill the garden. I’ve never had so much attention on me before. At some point, we end up in front of a cabin. It’s not like a regular cabin though. There are marble columns and statues that decorate the outside. In the middle is a moon with a crescent overlaying it.

“Where are we?” I turn to look at Apollo.

“This is where you will be staying.” His voice is so matter-of-fact that I roll my eyes. How was I supposed to know?

We walk in and there are not enough words in any dictionary to describe how beautiful this place is. There’s a California King bed with the design just like the beds at Hogwarts. The curtains are royal blue with different constellations on them. The comforter is also the same shade of blue with six pillows at the head. A gold desk is directly across the room from the bed. The matching lamp highlights the scrolls that litter the top. A trash can sits by one of the legs that is close to overflowing. What really catches my attention is the rotating closet in the back with what seems to be an endless amount of clothes on the racks. A mirror with a round top stands next to the closet. It has an intricate design around the border. I stand in front of it and look at myself for the first time since I transformed. My clothes are still the same, but a crown is on my head now. It matches my mom’s except I have a crescent moon instead of a full moon. Apollo comes up behind me and I give off the appearance of glowing brighter. I hate to admit this, but we actually look great together. The moon and the sun always look great together. I turn around and am faced with his chest. My hand raises and places itself on the fabric of his toga. I shouldn’t dare, but I look up into his eyes. His gold eyes look right into my dark purple ones. My feet raise to get closer to his height. Our lips are inches apart. A knock on the door makes me jump at least five feet away from him. He chuckles as I stumble over my words to welcome whoever it is. My mother and Athena walk in. She looks between us before letting a smile kiss her lips.

“I came to ask if you were settling in okay, but it seems that you’re settling perfectly. Come on sister. We should leave these two alone.” Athena also smiles while walking out the way that they came. My hands fly to my face to cover my embarrassment. Nothing is worse than being caught with a boy by your mother. The door closes and my gaze goes back to Apollo. He looks as smug as when they walked in.

“It’s not funny!” I exclaim while trying to cool my face down.

“On the contrary, it’s quite funny. I never knew you were so jumpy.” I sigh and cross my arms across my chest.

“You’ll learn more about when we go on our date.”

“When we go on our date?” He emphasizes the ‘when’.

“When. Now get out. I’m humiliated enough for a lifetime.” I push him towards the door. I know he’s letting me since he is considerably stronger than me.

“They could have caught us doing something much more scandalous.” I could smack the stupid smirk off of his face. I don’t need to see him to know that it adorns his lips. Lips I was two seconds away from kissing. He stops at the threshold and faces me.

“Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.” He takes my hand in his, my palm down, and kisses it before disappearing in a blast of light.

I close the door and walk quickly to my bed before falling face-first into it. I let out a squeal. My body turns so my face now sees the curtains over the bed. Perseus is just on the horizon. Auriga and Lynx are just up above. My cheeks hurt from how hard I’m smiling. I can’t believe this is my life now.

Long Island | The Ophelia Diaries

#apollo fanfiction #apollo x black!reader #percy jackson fanfiction #black!reader

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mochamoth · 8 months

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I'm making an Original story about chicken OCs

I had to write down their breeds so I can use references when I draw them again 😭 anyways idk what to do with them just yet, Ellie is gonna be the main character though. My personal favorites are Zip, Scarlet, and Ophelia.

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Also Avril is heavily based off Avril Lavigne-

#original character #original characters #oc #ocs #original story #original world #art #sketches #doodles

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realm-of-erotica · 7 months

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Original Adventurers

OC Master List

Good Aligned

The Devils of Emon

The Devils were originally a small collection of adventurers with several Tiefling members. Eventually recruiting more and more Tieflings, to the point that not only did the group quickly live up to their namesake, they eventually became their own guild. Making their home in Greystone Keep.

Verdant Wilde - An original member of the group that eventually became the Devils. A green Tiefling, Beastmaster Ranger. Trained by former Vox Mochina member, Vex'ahlia DeRollo.

Omega - Another original member of the Devils. A purple Tiefling Warlock who for years l, was part of a traveling circus. He delights in two things. Entertaining crowds, and seducing women ... much to the chagrin of his succubus patron.

Jean Ironwood - Human Fighter/Gunslinger. She has a hatred for dragons, after losing her left arm to a Green Dragon. Her metal prosthetic was made by Percival DeRollo, who also taught her how to use and build firearms.

Kyrie - Astral Self Monk. She belonged to the same traveling circus as Omega. A former slave before then, she has spectral prosthetic arms.

Scourge Maelstrom - A swashbuckling Storm Cleric, and the first person the Devils recruited. The blue skinned Tiefling would eventually be voted unanimously as the leader of the group, and guild.

Varris - Light Domain Cleric. An undying Tiefling with a nigh impossible task thrust upon him by Serrenrae herself.

Aquamarine/Aqua - A sky blue Tiefling. The youngest and second recruit of the Devils. She has a knack for getting into places that she shouldn't.

Gamora - An Orc Barbarian, and original member of the Devils. She is the living definition of "Death By Snu-Snu".

Thorne - Omega's brother. A Drunken Fist Monk, and final recruit of the Devils before expanding into the guild they are today.

The Outlanders

Nadûr - A half-orc Fighter/Barbarian with a southern/deep Texas/ranch drawl. Fury on the battlefield, but a total teddy bear to the next person listed.

Korrin - Vampire Evocation Wizard. Nadûr's lover.

Thundove Ladion - Elven Evocation Wizard. Able to see his ancestors after a stiff breeze due to having no constitution.

Magical Misfits

Mercutio Black - Dark Elf Draconic Sorcerer/Redemption Paladin. A man determined to make up for the previous sins of his family.

Bellatrix Black - Necromancer Wizard. Mercutio’s cousin, who claims that Merci would be completely be lost without her.

Regulus Tonks - Elven Shapeshifter Hexblade Warlock. Cousin to Mercutio and Bellatrix. The brains between his two cousins.

Grond Kraghammar - Goliath Barbarian, a powerful hugger, and Mercutio’s best friend. The obvious muscle of the group.

Ophelia - An adorable Goblin that is very close to Mercutio after she was saved by him.

Neutrally Aligned

The Zirconia's

A family of vampires who's territory spans the northern lands. Their castle is hidden deep within a perpetual blizzard.

Baelfer/Baelz Zirconia - Vampire King with power that can shame Strahd and Dracula.

Zephyr Zirconia - Vampire Prince, and eldest son of Baelz.

Lupin Zirconia - Vampire Prince, second son of Baelz, and younger brother of Zephyr.

Scarlet Zirconia - Vampire Princess, and eldest daughter. Second strongest mage in the castle next to her father.

Bast Zirconia - Vampire Princess who prefers to sleep more than anything else. She is a sleep cuddler with an iron grip.

Shrike Zirconia - Vampire Princess, who prefers nature and life outside of the castle to life inside.

Note: The Zirconia's are so old and powerful, that the sun's light cannot harm them.

The Caines

A family of vampires who's territory encompasses the southern lands. Allies and eternal friends with the Zirconia's, their castle is hidden deep within what is called The Eternal Forrest.

Desmond Caine - Vampire King who's power dwarfs Vecna's thousands of times over.

Lana Caine - Vampire Princess, and eldest child to Desmond. She has a warrior's spirit, and has taken up with many adventurers over the centuries she has lived. Some good, some bad.

Erik Caine - Vampire Prince, and second son of Desmond. He is fully into the vampiric mystique, and loves seducing women.

Note: Like the Zirconia's, the Caine's cannot be harmed by the sun.

Evil Aligned

Tyrus the Conqueror - A half-dragon warlord who is devoted heart, mind, and soul to his lady Tiamat.

#guild post (masterlist)#original adventurers (original characters)

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sweptawxy · 1 year

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[[Ship questions: 1 & 25]]

god LOL gonna cut this because its gonna be long??

what’s the best thing about shipping for you? I awnsered this before but deff the beginning. I also love it when it slowly evolves into something super casual.

what’s the worst thing about shipping for you? The worst thing would be when someone forces a ship actually yeah, then its kinda bland

do you have a pet peeve when it comes to shipping? I really dont like it when people try to make their character perfect adn retract anything offensive said to my character. It's okay to fight like, that's a relationship yo.

do you prefer to plot a ship, or would you rather “wing it”? I'm both honestly, I like plotting it but also winging it is fun too.

do you prefer fast plots, pre-enstablished relationships or slow burns? Slow burns are my absolute favorite.

do you have any ship bias with your muse? Kind of, I guess it's kind of canon so Tatiana and Camus, Clive and Mathilda, I really like Forsyth and Python. I also think Robin and Tharja is kind of cute.

what do you think about OC x canon ships? would you play any? I have in the past and I still would, I love oc and canon ships.

what do you think about self insert x canon ships? would you play any? I don't mind them as long as it doesn't get too personal.

what do you think about crossover ships? would you play any? I think it just depends on teh crossover. Nothing too crazy out of the box like tuxedo mask and Frederick LOL

what do you think about poly ships? would you play any? No, that's not for me sorry ;-;

do you have any popular ships? At the moment? No, but I mean eye waggle

do you ship any rarepair? Does siegbert and ophelia count-

do you multiship? absolutely

would you rather ship only with mutuals, or are you open for everyone? right now only with mutuals haha

what’s your OTP when it comes to your muse? I don't think I have any at the moment, but that could change

what’s your NOTP when it comes to your muse? Anything first gen and second gen. Or like, siblings.

what’s your BROTP when it comes to your muse? siegbert and shiro tbh

is there a ship you used to like, but not anymore? it wouldnt be in the fire emblem fandom but pokemon wise I'm not as fond of burgh adn grimsley bc of a bad egg.

is there a ship you used to dislike, but now you like? I can't think of anythng aaaa-

is there a ship you wanted to play, but couldn’t yet? Lilina and Roy honestly- Fred and Emmeryn too yo

what’s something that immediately turns you off from shipping with someone? If they try to shove it on me

is there any ship you will likely never play? Probably ryoma and scarlet

have you ever been pushed to ship something? yeah, in the bnha fandom

have you dropped a ship in the past? why? for the reason above in 23 LOL

did you ever play a breakup? Never, but it would be pretty fun

#ask rose #out of context;; rose #WOWZIE I DID IT

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glowwormsmith · 1 year

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OCs & Characters

I was tagged by @thefathersbride! Thank you for the tag, they are always appreciated!😊💖

I’ll tag @deputyash @teamhawkeye @nightwingshero @baldurrs and anyone who sees this and wishes to do it!

Take this quiz and share at least 5 (or more or less or whatever) characters that go with your OC. You can pick and select from the list of characters if you don’t recognize them.

IRIS

-Abigail Hobbs (NBC’s Hannibal)

-April Ludgate (Parks & Rec)

-Hester Prynne (The Scarlet Letter)

-Nina Sayers (Black Swan)

-Kimiko Miyashiro (The Boys)

Layla

-Ygritte (GOT)

-Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)

-June Osbourne (The Handmaid’s Tale)

-Jo March (Little Women)

-Emma Swan (OUAT)

Tess

-Catelyn Stark (GOT)

-Dale Horvath (TWD)

-Becca Butcher (The Boys)

-Samwise Gamgee (LOTR)

-Elsa (Frozen)

Bonus: ME! (and some of the ones I liked best lol)

-Beth March (Little Women)

-Charlie Kelly (IASIP)

-Belle (B&TB)

-Annie January (The Boys)

-Samwell Tarly (GOT)

-Ophelia (Hamlet)

-Twilight Sparkle (MLP)

-Nancy Thompson (Nightmare on Elm Street)

-Glenn Rhee (TWD)

#tag game #oc tag game #my ocs #fc5 ocs #this was different lol

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the-anxiety-academy · 2 years

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Descendants oc: Hugo Westergaard

Amino Wiki: HW

Full Name: Prince Hugo Westergaard

Gender: Male

Born: 29 December 1998, Isle of the Lost

Age: 16

Sexuality: Bi

Height: 5'10

Eye Colour: Green

Hair Colour: Ginger

Species: Human

Other Physical Features: Freckles, Ears pierced

Love Interests: None

Family:

Prince Hans (father)

Drizella Tremaine (mother)

Hallie Westergaard (twin sister)

Dizzy Tremaine (younger sister)

Hannah Westergaard (younger sister)

Anastasia Tremaine (aunt)

Anthony Tremaine (cousin)

Rudi Westergaard/Patchy Stabbington (uncle)

Madame Medusa (aunt)

Rami Stabbington-Westergaard (cousin)

Rodney Stabbington-Westergaard (cousin)

Runo Westergaard/Sideburns Stabbington (uncle)

Ginny Gothel (cousin)

Riley Stabbington-Westergaard (cousin)

Prince Lars (uncle)

Charlotte La Bouff-Westergaard (aunt)

Chloe La Bouff-Westergaard (cousin)

Best Friend: Carlos De Vil

Friends: Scarlet, Jane Foulfellow, Prince Joseph, Sheamus Khan, Regina Ratigan

Enemies: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff

Likes: Reading, Horses, Computers, Maths, Class, Coding, Books, Pool, Cats, Ophelia (his cat), Horse riding, Blue, Summer

Dislikes: Rain, Loudness, Partying, Alcohol, Dogs

Favourite Colour: Blue

Favourite Food: Sandwiches

Favourite Drink: Coffee

Favourite Animal: Cat

¤°°PlayList°°¤

I Still Adore You - The Oozes

Tears Over Bears - Modern Baseball

Yer Killin' Me - Remo Drive

#hugo westergaard #westergaard family #descendants oc #descendants #disney villains #ocs

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thechaosmuses · 3 months

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Below the cut is a list of all my original characters, from every fandom, organized by such. I figured I would go ahead and put this up, as well as a canon muse one, for my oc and canon starters so that way it's easier for y'all to see who is included without going to every separate muse list.

The Vampire Diaries

Elizabeth Haven Mikaelson Roman Ryker Mikaelson Erik Flynn Mikaelson Kareena Dawn Mikaelson Thyra Selene Mikaelson Karsyn Devyn Mikaelson Mateo Maxwell Mikaelson Serenity Faye Mikaelson Sawyer Finch Mikaelson Aurelia Nova Mikaelson Felix Ares Mikaelson Willow Luna Mikaelson Tobias Floyd Mikaelson Zephyr Raven Parker Zariyah Dove Parker Kennedy Taylor Parker Myles Zane Parker Mariana Joy Parker Paisley Juniper Parker Braeden Talia Salvatore Holden Atlas Salvatore Ezra Grant Salvatore Liberty Faye Salvatore Jensen Graham Gilbert Easton Reed Gilbert Jesse Jonathan Gilbert Elias Rhodes Gilbert Jazmyn Sophia Gilbert Atlas Rowan Petrova Titus Izaiah Petrova Kamen Maverick Pierce Natalie Adrianna Pierce Eleanor Marie Bennett Salem Elijah Bennett Gabriel Graham Gustin Belladonna Sharie Bennett Seraphina Rose Ward Theodore Joseph Brickenden Kaia Asherah Halloran Carter William Forbes Cameron Myles Lawrence Jameson Tyler Rosza Tatum Jaxson Lockwood Tatiana Jade Lockwood Taylor Jacob Lockwood Axel Madden Hughes Ashton Malik Hughes Sebastian Sawyer Sharpe Niall Nash Novak Montgomery Felix Langston Ophelia Esme Lovell Sapphire Lee McGuire Rami Calder McGuire Warren Jaxon Kingsley Jeremiah Michael Kenner Cecilia Jaklyn Labonair Rosemary Belle Whitlock Hadley Kamryn Fuller Kamryn Avery Marshall Lorella Diane St. John Andrew Kolton Rogers Blair Lilith Walsh Zachariah Cole Norwood Matthias Lucien Delacour Matias Camilo Garcia Cyrus Boyd Mikaelson (spn to tvdu) Harmony Iris Johnson (tw to tvdu) Chandler Matthew Rawlins (tw to tvdu)

Containment

Jubilee Fawn Ellison Carson Elijah Mayes Maddox Rhett Lancaster Malia Rayne Lancaster Makai Reid Lancaster Delilah Anne Malone Austin Blake Coleman Damian James Taylor

Teen Wolf

Aspen Bella Stilinski Adrian Archer Argent Addison Athena Argent Lyla Sage Martin Amaia Tala Alexander Malik Elias Hale Madelaine Emery Hale Isaiah Parker Lahey Amadora Constance Sharpe Callum Tate Raeken Dawson Cole Reynolds Jared Taylor Parrish Stephen Ezekiel Hemming

Supernatural

Amelia Mae Allen Melody Athena Hayes Lucilla Marie Nightstar Eden Faith Cruz Elijah Luke Cruz Valentina Rosalie Hart Adaliah Ember Darhk Alexandria Skye Earp Lillian Dahlia Campbell Adriel Xavier Grant Talon Colt Ashford Silas Kai Parker Josephina Jazmyn Walker Elyza Alice Pierson (tvdu to spn)

DC Comics

Kiera Jaylin Davis

Marvel

Kailee Elizabeth Holtz (hero and villain verse) Kaiden Edward Holtz (villain and hero verse) Camelia Waverly Maximoff Kaleb Jonas Barnes Maxine Josephine Rogers Melody Elizabeth Young Anastasia Sloane Lenkov Wren Nika Volkov Wynter Nadia Volkov Cordelia Ara Odinsdottir Amora Delphine Brantley Celeste Juliet Livingston Nikolai Nathaniel Novak (tvdu to mcu) Charmeine Ayla Hanlon (spn to mcu)

Stranger Things

Stella Blake Russell Scarlet Ember Ward Valerie Mae Henderson Mitchell Elliot Mayfield Meredith Eleanor Mayfield

Misc

Ambrosia Nyx Tartarus Acacius Nile Tartarus Duncan David Dalveron Damien Dawson Dalveron Brantley Cole Kline Rosalie Grace Anderson Rowena Greyson Andrews Ryker Grant Andrews Aviana Summer Archer Dylan Bryce Thatcher Sterling Atlas Ward

9-1-1

Evelyn June Buckley Ethan Jace Buckley Hazel Jayne Walker Hayes Jesse Walker Izaiah Edison Hendrix Waverly Chloe Hendrix Matilda Iris Monroe Fallon Pierce Richards

Book Babes

Cyra Lux Vespara Wilder Blaze Hawthorne Dion Ignis Vanserra Pyralis Jax Vanserra Warren Forrest Hayward Solana Aruna Meridian Anatole Cyrus Solari Althea Zaria Cadlawon Tynan Kerrell Visita Kirsi Gwyneira Nieves Lyall Colden Whittaker Caspian Calder Conway Maribelle Aelia Sommer

Zodiacs

Wyatt Keegan aka Aries Kianni Phoenix aka Sagittarius Leon Cyrus aka Leo River Mira aka Cancer Dylan Lucas aka Pisces Josephine Nova aka Scorpio Conrad Atlas aka Taurus Kailynn Amelia aka Capricorn Taron Sage aka Virgo Alice Skye aka Libra Aaron Micah aka Aquarius Adelaide June aka Gemini Arianna Rose aka Gemini

#[the chaos muses;]#[original character muses]#[oc muses]#[oc muse list]

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f1rstwatch · 6 months

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SORRY IF I CONFUSE YOU WITH MY TAGS ON YOUR POST!

This is a "tagging my OCs" blog run by @sunstartle! I just like sorting, mostly. Sorry.

So, who are these characters?

Glad someone would definitely willingly ask that! The characters focused on here are from the FirstVerse: my superhero worldbuilding project that I’ve been working on for ~3-4 years.

I plan on doing something with it but that goal is a very moving target and I change my mind on it all the time. I'm mostly set on the fact that it will be something 3D, though.

The First Watch takes place on a fictionalized Earth in 2022 & revolves around the titular First Watch, a team of teenage superheroes who defend their city, Wynsbury, from evil, and especially from the supervillain organization the SeaSong Network.

It is largely unfinished, but if you are someone interested in specific worldbuilding details (I am very flattered!) my work-in-progress worldbuilding document can be found here. You can also find sketches, fun stuff, etc here!

MAIN CAST:

Annulet (16, she/her), professional anxious perfectionist & team leader of the First Watch. Her tag is #c.annulet.

180 (16, she/her), ball of energy with questionable decision-making skills & member of the First Watch. Her tag is #c.180.

Kudzu (17, she/her), cuttingly practical lone wolf & member of the First Watch. Her tag is #c.kudzu.

Sunstrike (15, he/him), slightly off-putting sweetheart & the youngest member of the First Watch. His tag is #c.sunstrike.

… & Nox (???, mirrored pronouns in universe & they/them in narrated text), their mandatory Little Creature Guy! Their tag is #c.nox.

MAJOR SIDE CHARACTERS:

Rowan (16, he/him), Kudzu’s adoptive brother & source of her powers. His tag is #c.rowan.

Fern (20, she/her), Rowen’s eldest sister & the unofficial second in command of the Woodfolke. Her tag is #c.fern.

Lull (16, they/them), chronic insomniac & chronic pessimist working part-time as a superhero for the Polis Guard. Their tag is #c.lull.

Dashtag (18, they/them in uniform only), overprotective adrenaline junkie & part-time superhero with the Polis Guard. Their tag is #c.dashtag.

Flashfire (18, they/them in uniform only), mysterious & often-gloomy part-time superhero for the Polis Guard. Their tag is #c.flashfire.

Siren (38, she/her), The Big Bad; the CEO of the SeaSong Network. Her tag is #c.siren.

Divinity (19, he/him), charming egomaniac demigod & semi-supervillain ‘unwillingly’ working for the SeaSong Network. His tag is #c.divinity.

Sly Fox (16, he/they), cat (fox?) burglar supervillain working for the SeaSong Network. His tag is #c.slyfox.

Lady Laia (~200ish at time of death, she/her, deceased), Holy One of Sonnets who died to win the Second Revolution on Fyolynd. Her tag is #c.laia.

Lord Azbithe (~20ish at time of death, he/him, deceased), Fyrefolke who died to win the Second Revolution on Fyolynd. His tag is #c.azbithe.

Noctim, the Kingslayer (~3000, they/them), Holy One of the Night. Killed their own brother. Their tag is #c.noctim.

OTHER CHARACTERS:

Polis Guard: Kinetika (x), Vivo (x), Scarlet Signal (x), Rover (x), Jamboree (x).

SeaSong Network: Micheal Smith (x), Quinten Bel (x), Mecha (x), Switcheroo (x), Vice (x), Versa (x), Myotis (x).

Misc: Ophelia (x), Thyme (x), Kindness (x), Sentry (x), Mahogany (x), Motiantoze (x), Nikian (x), Lyrian (x), Aularka (x), Hoka (x).

There are others! So many others that I do not have the energy to write out as such. If/when they get tags, they will be tagged as c-dot-their name, like the others!

RELATIONSHIP TAGS:

If a post concerns the relationship between two characters, I will be tagging it with a specific relationship tag to help filtering. Relationship tags will not be added if the post applies to both/all of the tagged characters separately, only if it specifically concerns their intrapersonal connection(s).

The vast majority of the relationship tags are PLATONIC!

Annulet & 180: #r.flipmoth . Annulet & Kudzu: #r.anzu . Annulet & Sunstrike: #r.dawn

180 & Kudzu: #r.flipivy . 180 & Sunstrike: #r.eightsun

Kudzu & Sunstrike: #r.solzu

Entire Team: #r.fw

Annulet & Micheal: #r.mothsibs . Annulet & Noctim: #r.nightmoth . Annulet & Sly Fox: #r.foxmoth . Annulet & Myotis: #r.batnmoth

180 & Lull: #r.technicolor

Kudzu & Rowan: #r.kudrow . Kudzu & Fern: #r.sprout . Kudzu & Rowan & Fern: #r.ivyleague

Sunstrike & Rowan: #r.woodsmoke . Sunstrike & Dashtag: #r.dashstrike . Sunstrike & Flashfire: #r.eclipse . Sunstrike & Dashtag & Flashfire: #r.takethree . Sunstrike & Divinity: #r.waxwings . Sunstrike & Sly Fox: #r.slysun

Rowan & Fern: #r.fernrow . Fern & Dashtag: #r.dashfern

Dashtag & Flashfire: #r.dashflash . Dashtag & Divinity: #r.angelchase

Flashfire & Divinity: #r.tropic . Siren & Divinity: #r.angelangel

Lady Laia & Lord Azbithe: #r.lazbithe

I will add any additional relationship tags as they come up / if needed!

FACTION TAGS:

If a post involves one or more members of an organization, the organization will receive an H-tag.

#h.firstwatch | #h.polisguard | #h.seasong

If a post directly concerns the organization itself, the organization will receive an O-tag.

#o.firstwatch | #o.polisguard | #o.seasong

OTHER TAGS:

#a.bestfit is for posts that I consider (subjectively) to be the "best fits". Not necessarily 'faves' but posts I find to be the most consistent with the tagged character(s).

POST SORTING:

Sorting tags are S-tags! They define the type of post and also how I am interpreting it.

#s.mine: Posts I have made / written myself; non-reblogs. Planned to be largely uncommon.

#s.myart: Again, not planning on posting much/any of this, but if I do, art I have drawn myself will go here.

#s.ask: If anyone sends asks here (which you are more than welcome to do!), they will be posted under this tag.

#s.info: Any informational posts written by me -- such as this one!

#s.ooc: Posts about writing, character creation, etc that I feel apply to the tagged character(s).

#s.fits: Posts that could apply to or be talking about the tagged character(s) and do not refer to anyone involved as fictional.

#s.ic: Posts I can imagine actually being written or said by the tagged character(s).

#s.aesthetic: Moodboards or general images fitting the aesthetic vibes of the tagged character(s).

#s.energy: Typically images of the unhinged variety that carry the energy or vibes of the tagged character(s).

And I think... that might be all! Thanks so much to anyone who actually read this and I'm sorry if this blog still manages to be a disorganized nightmare even with this system... lol.

#s.mine #s.info

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orcelito · 3 years

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Ok when I was about to go to sleep last night I thought of the possibility of assigning tarot cards to all my ocs.

From the initial thinking of it, Laima is DEFINITELY the Sun, & i think Nico should be Moon (which is a fun mirror for my redhead ocs). Fang would be Death bc of the death magic stuff but also the concept of Change, considering his life was dramatically uprooted after his adolescence. And Kallias I'm thinking Magician bc of the potential and power he has, which is currently going untapped.

#speculation nation #oc shit #now i just need to figure out shizuka selim oliver ophelia lana alister will millie rei haruka #(as a side note i just realized rei and koharu from my fic have awfully similar names to those old ocs)#also maybe bb and spot and jules and taltana #oh and nym tanith cäel orion taranis #if i wanted to look to character backstories there's rosaria beatrice scarlet saqrin leonidas aglea (i think?) uh #oh there are so many more. oh sulfras! dragon boy i didnt forget you ❤#oh and my dragon and kenku...#OH kajus definitely couts. laima's brother. oh what if he was the devil. that would work #not all of my ocs will make it into this major arcana idea lmao. and i have even more that i cant remember the names of #i just think of the funky lil ppl and im in love

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g0ttal0ve101 · 2 years

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How my OCs feel about each other chart…ig?? This is kinda just for personal reference in case I write about them altogether. 🤪

Key:

❤️ - Loves them romantically

🧡 - Loves them platonically

💛 - Best friends

💚 - Neutral

💙 - Dislike

💜 - Would kill them

Lucian

Evelyn: 🧡

Sam: 💛

Thomas: 💛

Scarlet: 🧡

Lindsey: 💙

Charlie: 💚

Freddy: 💙

Evelyn

Lucian: 🧡

Sam: 🧡

Thomas: 🧡

Scarlet: 🧡

Lindsey: 💜

Charlie: 💚

Freddy: 💚

Sam

Lucian: 💛

Evelyn: 💛

Thomas: 💜

Scarlet: 🧡

Lindsey: 💜

Charlie: 💜

Freddy: 💜

Thomas

Lucian: 💛

Evelyn: 💛

Sam: 💙

Scarlet: 🧡

Lindsey: 🧡

Charlie: ❤️

Freddy: 💛

Scarlet

Lucian: 🧡

Evelyn: 🧡

Sam: 🧡

Thomas: 🧡

Lindsey: 💚

Charlie: 💚

Freddy: 💚

Lindsey

Lucian: 💜

Evelyn: 💚

Sam: 💜

Thomas: 🧡

Scarlet: 💚

Charlie: 💜

Freddy: 💜

Charlie

Lucian: 💚

Evelyn: 💚

Sam: 💙

Thomas: ❤️

Scarlet: 💚

Lindsey: 💜

Freddy: 🧡

Freddy

Lucian: 💚

Evelyn: ❤️

Sam: 💚

Thomas: 🧡

Scarlet: ❤️

Lindsey: ❤️

Charlie: 🧡

#i would do this for my best friend’s ocs too but I didn’t wanna tie them into this mess 😭 I might do a chart including them too tho 👀#oc: lucian williams #oc: thomas hall #oc: evelyn anderson #oc: sam vega #oc: charlie allen #oc: scarlet ophelia #oc: freddy brooks #oc: lindsey hall 🤢

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myillusions · 11 months

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Gilded Robin

Chapter Two: the world we knew

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!OC

Word Count: 4k

Character Sheet HERE

Series Masterlist

A/N: aaahhh so sorry about the wait for chapter two, i've been really busy lately!! thank u all so much for the amount of love on Home omh that was so unexpected i appreciate u all so much thank u thank u thank u <33 hopefully u enjoy chapter two and don't stress things will be revealed properly soon, im just a sucker for a build up!

2014

Knuckles profusely incised staining her pale flesh scarlet, shoulders slumped forth with despondency, subjugating the fatigue against her eyes with clouded sorrow. Though, as an astonishing contrast, Ophelia still walked with her chin held high, bitterness drastically overshadowing any dichotomous grief shown with the way her jaw clenched downwards. Ophelia more-so stumbled onwards, with her wounded right leg weighing her down, along the cracked concrete road shrouded by towering buildings either side as numerous figures in uniform, planted with the obnoxious words ‘FEDRA’ along their backs, raced past in a blur. Fumes filled her lungs with every strenuous step, caterwauls being sent over her head to the surrounding onlookers. Beside her, Ophelia’s brother, Elias, staggered ahead, grunts falling past his lips with every movement, soot smeared along his features, besides the tear streaks that had been shed by the twenty-one-year-old, which had been outlined down his cheeks. His brunette hair almost appeared to look jet black.

Ophelia adamantly refused to peer behind her, where smoke variegated with flickering flames and embers were perched, gradually burning the wood down to piteous rubble, taking her parents with it. The agonising bellows of her Mother and Father would forever reverberate against Ophelia’s mind, she knows this. Fireflies. FEDRA. A permanent scowl had been planted along her expression from the moment Elias and her had make their startling expeditious escape, not allowing a moment to herself to mourn. Fucking Fireflies. The vexation drastically built up against her stomach and up her throat, locking her into a chokehold. She had to stop. Ophelia gave a wheeze, abruptly pivoting to near sprint down a nearby alleyway, her shoulder slamming harshly up against the brick in a stumble as she attempted to control her scampered breathing, any and all emotions forcing its way through the hurricane. She raked a ruined palm against the nettlesome surface, biting brutally down against her lip until the taste of metal flooded her mouth, tongue pressed up by her palate.

Ophelia barely registered Elias’ rushed footsteps sounding up beside her, shifting to a stiff pause, voice wavering with hesitance as he called over. “Ophelia?”

Ophelia slammed her hand against her chest as her heart hammered against her rib cage, rattling the bars in hopes to discover its escape. She held a finger up to Elias with a painful hiss, clenching over, as her gaze began billowing inwards, creating tunnel vision, as to which Ophelia directed towards the disgusting gravel binding the QZ alley. The Fireflies and FEDRA were both sick. The skirmish they had formed became a war, and their murder became a massacre. What gave a nefarious government the right to slaughter? Did both FEDRA and the Fireflies believe themselves better than the rest? To be so egotistical- no, to be so immoral in tearing apart a multitude of families in hopes for their triumph? A horribly condemned revolution and a fraudulent government; it had been fucked since the beginning, and Ophelia’s parents were now titled as mere crossfire, an unfortunate incident. It made her gut twist in loops. How was she to go on without them? Ever since the Fireflies made themselves known within the Boston QZ; every day has been even more of a struggle for survival, and now her parents had succumbed to the scrap of it all, leaving Elias and Ophelia to fend for themselves from here-on-out. Or so, that is what Ophelia had assumed.

Present Day, 2023

Ophelia stared over towards where the familiar man conversed with Tommy and Maria, her feet firmly planted against the soiled terrain, unmoving. Even if she tried, she wouldn’t be able to shift from her spot; her brain fizzing erratically whilst her vision clouded inwards. Ophelia couldn’t even acknowledge the fact that he hadn’t travelled here alone, too taken aback by his mere presence. What was he doing here? How was he here? A younger brunette girl, who was incredulously scanning over her surroundings, caught Ophelia’s eye, a brow raising in tranquil inquiry. Ophelia swallowed harshly, snapping back into herself as her feet instinctively took her a few paces backwards. The girl turned around to Joel, whacking him against side to then point over towards Ophelia accusingly. Joel begrudgingly turned from his unveiling conversation to follow her eyesight, his attention instantly setting on Ophelia, causing her entire physique to tense once again; immobile.

Joel glared over, his eyes narrowing formidably and his brows furrowing. Ophelia couldn’t breathe, her chest cramping in against itself and heart rate kicking up to sit in adjacent with a horse galloping. It seemed a silent message was shared between the two; though it wasn’t exactly gladdening nor heartfelt. Before Ophelia could make any other moves, Joel set forwards abruptly, stalking over in her direction. Ophelia swore she could fall unconscious at any moment, marking this as her time of death. She couldn’t run, couldn’t do anything but curl her palms so tightly into fists her nails dug against her flesh whilst she prepared for the oncoming blow, dangerously holding eye contact with the approaching man, who already appeared to menacingly tower over her. Ophelia bit down against her tongue as the thump of his footsteps neared alarmingly close.

Once Joel came within a few feet of Ophelia, he didn’t slow in his pace. Ophelia tilted her chin down in preparation, but nothing ever came. Instead, only a low whisk past her arm was felt as Joel shouldered past, not paying her a second glance. Ophelia blinked obnoxiously, bewilderment raking along her. Ophelia raised her head to gawp back at him, until a protruding voice caused her jaw to whip around.

“Who the fuck are you?” The younger girl scowled up towards Ophelia, hands pressed against her hips to convey her query. Ophelia squinted at her, at a loss for words for multiple passing moments, mouth run dry with the previous scare.

“Um- no one.” Ophelia answered apprehensively, moving out of her way completely. The girl opened her mouth to pursue her questioning but was cut short with a beckon of her name by Joel, making Ophelia almost flinch. She squinted towards Ophelia in warning, but ultimately turned to follow after.

Ophelia remained taut in her spot, the sound against her ears blurring to a dull fuzz, staring straight ahead of her. A hand then reached for her shoulder, breaking a light through the black; with Ophelia’s head whizzing around to face the contact, a glower sinking her expression, fists curling up. Though, that immediately lightened as she recognised Priscilla, her eyebrows shooting up and the wonted tender manner returning. Priscilla squinted towards her, retracting her hand back, her head tilting in inquiry, guileless concern raking over her gaze.

“What’s up?” Priscilla asked, carefully. Ophelia swiped over her bottom lip with her tongue, mouth completely run dry; though she composed herself with a laborious inhale.

“Nothing. Just thought I saw something- gave me a spook.” Ophelia answered in her best conjured up nonchalant tone, head shaking dismissively. Priscilla stared, unconvinced, yet kicked forwards anyways, with Ophelia trailing along after her.

Priscilla peered over to Ophelia dubiously, deciding to push. “You want to tell me what you thought you saw?”

Ophelia clicked her tongue, palm anxiously running along the material of her pants as the speed in her step increased. How was she to explain that she had just seen the man who had brought her entire world crushing down within the spam of a single night? A man with pretty deep brown eyes, a mind full of thoughts and a deadly need for reprisal.

“Nah, just saw someone who reminded me of someone else, but it wasn’t them.” Ophelia lied through her teeth, hoping that the annoyingly perceptive woman would yield. And shockingly, she did, murmuring an ‘alright’ and facing her gaze back forth.

The two winded down the Jackson street together before they split off in opposite directions, heading towards their assigned houses. Having been out all night and morning on the outlook patrol, the two were granted the peace of a couple of hours of rest. Although Ophelia didn’t have much anyways. Instead, she sat curled up in a ball against the blemished material of her couch, recapping the mornings events hundreds of times in her head until her mind yowled at her to cease; and by the time that happened, most of the day had already passed swiftly. Ophelia, reluctant to attend dinner in fear of being approached by Joel, or really anyone and not being suited up mentally for a full-length conversation, decided to skip it for tonight. She dreaded even the thought of it, cursing herself silently for her pitiful acts. Lord, what a wreck she was.

When the sun woke, stretching above the hillocks bordering Jackson, and the sky swarmed with honey gold and silver, Ophelia bitterly dragged herself from the confines of her house. She headed in the direction of the front gates, coming to meet up with where multiple had already gathered in wait for their assignments. Ophelia, admittedly, was pulled stiff, forthwith awake with a newfound unease, a restless gaze hopping around the surrounding space. It was as though she believed that Joel would spit around from any corner, charging at her with an absence of mercy. Right on cue, Isaac came to approach Ophelia from her side with a maladroit wave, and Ophelia gave a tight-lipped smile in response, trying to shield the way her entire body directed into fight or flight.

“Ophelia, come over ‘ere!” Tommy beckoned with a yell. He was set over by the stables, his back originally turned away from her, talking with someone else who was hidden behind the pillars at the entrance. Ophelia ambiguously headed over, heart plummeting down into her stomach at the sight of Joel behind the pillar, with his arms lifted to cross along his broad chest. Ophelia didn’t allow her step to stumble as she stilled in front of them, wary gaze hovering back and forth between the two. Tommy gave a boisterous grin, raising a palm to slap it against Joel’s shoulder.

“This is Joel, my brother. He just came into town yesterday and he’s wanting to give his hand in helping around. Since you’re, y’know; you, Robin, I was hopin’ you would take him out on a patrol with you today.” Tommy introduced, waving his hand back around to Ophelia as he spoke. Ophelia and Joel both seemed to grimace towards the nickname. Ophelia had to bite back her response to deny the offer, but then weighed her choices; it’s either she explains the situation to Tommy, or she takes Joel out on the patrol. There was no way in hell she’d be sitting down for that conversation anytime soon.

With a nodding head in her best attempt to seem enthusiastic, Ophelia agreed. “Yeah alright, I wouldn’t mind.” Joel continued to stand in his truly characteristic steadfast way, his glare directed sharply towards Ophelia as she spoke, not allowing any reaction to appear from him.

“Great. Thanks, Robin; I really appreciate this. I owe ya’!” Tommy celebrated, giving the two a large, jocular grin before turning around to disperse to the gates in order to converse with others. Leaving Ophelia and Joel alone together. Ophelia gave a harsh swallow, forcing herself to meet Joel’s demeaning stare, to which she returned with an astonishingly somnolent one. She beckoned him forwards with an incoherent murmur.

The two trotted along with their horses in deafening silence, each clamorous thump of hooves hitting the glacial, snow-covered terrain causing Ophelia’s heart to leap with adrenaline, set on edge. They both moved along side-by-side, but not even a glance was shared, although at times Ophelia felt as though she could feel his punitive glare bearing into the side of her head, as though he was watching a drop of perspiration slowly slide its way down the side of her cheek even against the bitter air.

They eventually made it to the first checkpoint of the patrol, dismounting their horses and tying them up against two opposing trees, before advancing up the ladder, with Joel trailing after Ophelia. Upon reaching the top, Ophelia set a line straight for the desk lining the far end wall, searching for the clipboard with rushed hands. Joel situated himself at the exit, watching Ophelia intently through furrowed brows, which only caused her to fumble more. She eventually slid the wooden board out from one of the drawers, scribbling her signature against it with the pen attached, before she gestured it over towards Joel wordlessly. He obliged, kicking himself forwards, rather just shoving Ophelia sideways to lean forwards and carelessly place his own signature against the worn-out paper.

The two set out again without so much as a murmur passed along, and it was starting to nerve Ophelia. The silence was far too strained. As she seated herself upon the saddle on the horse, she dug into her backpack to pull out a map, unfolding it leisurely; before spreading it along her knee, attentive eyes searching back and forth over it.

A scoff sounded beside Ophelia, causing her head to jerk upwards. Ophelia raised a brow towards Joel, who was already set on his own horse, daggers already being glared over towards him.

“What?” She hissed out.

“Nothin’. Just would’ve expected you to know your way around by now.” Joel responded blatantly, and Ophelia’s eyes narrowed towards him. The first words Joel has ever spoken to her since they’ve seen each other again, and it’s a conniving comment. How ironic. She gave a roll of her optics, trailing a finger down the winding roads located on the map, securing their position.

“Yeah, whatever. I’ve only been here for a year, Joel, there’s a lot of territory to cover.” Ophelia shot back, folding the map back neatly to shove it into her backpack, tugging against the reigns to kickstart the horse forwards. Joel didn’t respond, only continued onward with a mutter under his breath. How dare he? Even if she had known the way around off the back of her palm, why doesn’t he try navigating in the midst of Winter? Ophelia scoffed. Hypocrite.

The unfortunate pairing eventually rode up to a dilapidated gas station, another patrol checkpoint, where they could grab and return resources from. Dismounting their horses outside, they both hurried their way in. Heading down to where the cash register once stood, now with foliage sprouting out from opposing directions, Ophelia slung her bag off her shoulder to place it down against the bench, rummaging through.

Ophelia kept on flitting her gaze up to where Joel was scanning over the aisles, warily. She at least saw it as a good sign that he hadn’t tried to slit her throat just yet. Ophelia lifted a few items out from the bag, placing them down in a row and replacing them with the things already stashed inside the cabinets and ticking off the orders on the clipboard as she went.

“Would you hurry up?” Joel sneered from his spot. Yeah, right, like he’s in such a rush. Ophelia stubbornly ignored him, brows furrowing towards as she noticed that one of the items on the list was absent. A can of chickpeas. She lifted her head, swerving around the counter to scan over the shelves, over by Joel. That was, until her ankle awkwardly twisted beneath one of the protruding vines sticking from the cracked tilted floor, sending her plummeting forwards, banging into the metal shelf beside her. The shelf fell to the ground with an ear-piercing screech, but warm arms wrapped around Ophelia’s torso securely before she could face-plant. Ophelia didn’t even have time to breathe before she was brutally slammed up against a nearby wall with a hiss, Joel manoeuvring his arm to press against her chest and a hand covering her mouth. She subconsciously believed this was her final moment, and Joel had lurched at her to send a killing blow.

Ophelia instinctively raised her hands to attempt to tug Joel’s wrist down, but he only shoved forwards more, his head shaking subtly as he gave her a glare of warning.

“Shut up.” Joel spat out, and Ophelia had the situation dawn on her in a moment when her gaze flittered down to the collapsed shelf. It likely alerted anything miles away from them. The two remained still for a multitude of passing moments, the only thing shared between being their ragged breaths. And then, it happened. Ophelia’s heart spiralled downwards as the unmistakable click and scowl sounded from by a nearby shattered window. Ophelia held her breath as Joel tilted his chin downwards to glare over at the door in wait. The light snarl neared closer and closer, until the clicker finally revealed itself at the door, stumbling inside. Joel slowly reached the arm that was placed on Ophelia’s collarbone down, his palm wrapping around the knife firmly situated on his thigh. Ophelia didn’t dare move, compressing her spine up against the intolerable wall.

As the clicker weaved its way down the first aisle, Ophelia snapped her gaze over to where her bag was laid out over the counter multiple steps away, her hunting rifle set next to it.

Joel then began to move back from her steadily, and Ophelia had a dull sense of longing for his coarse skin to return to hers once again, but she was quick to shove that thought away; focusing on the much more prominent issue at hand. The clicker was out of sight whilst it rounded the back wall of the station, but they could both still hear it; the reverberating snapping of its jaws turning Ophelia’s stomach revoltingly.

Joel momentarily blinked back towards Ophelia; tranquil communication being transpired between them. Ophelia gave a terse nod, cautiously raising a foot to begin to backpedal towards her belongings, whilst Joel turned his body around right as the clicker made itself known again, circumnavigating the aisle until it was heading down the one Joel and Ophelia had found themselves in the middle of.

Joel, undeviating, reached out to snatch an item from the shelf: the canned chickpeas. And then, in an extemporaneous movement, Joel swung his arm backwards, only to send the can flying over the shelves, clattering with a clamorous thud. The clicker instantaneously whirled around with a shriek, charging forwards blindly towards the noise.

Ophelia didn’t waste a moment, skidding over towards the counter to grab her hunting rifle, crouching down behind the shelves. A few clatters sounded behind the counter, and Ophelia stiffened. The hastened moment passed fleetingly, the resounding silence returning, besides from the curious whir and clicks of the infected.

Joel had moved off to the end of the aisle, his knife clutched tightly in his hold as he quietly creeped up behind the clicker, preparing to lunge. Ophelia drew in a sharp breath to gather her courage, before she lifted herself upwards, placing the hunting rifle down against the counter, aiming it over towards the hunched infected.

Joel abruptly pounced forth, lifting his knife to gouge it into the side of the clicker’s throat, breaking past its carotid artery. It gave a raucous squall, thrashing around to dive straight for Joel, causing him to lose balance on the knife as it stuck out from the clicker’s neck. In its last efforts of survival, it tackled Joel down to the ground, and they both flailed on the floor as Joel tried to reach back up for the handle of the knife to dig it further. As soon as Joel had been tackled and the situation went sideways, Ophelia senselessly slid herself over the counter with the rifle, taking hurried steps over towards the bundle brawling.

Ophelia lifted the hunting rifle, void of thoughts and her vision blurred to then press her finger down against the trigger, sending a bullet precisely through the clicker’s skull. The infected suddenly fell limp atop of Joel, its struggling arms giving out beneath it. With serrated breathing, Joel heaved the clicker away from him, lifting himself to his feet, crimson now smeared over his chest and staining his frayed plaited shirt.

“You bit?” Ophelia breathed out, effervescent from the adrenaline rush as she scanned him over. Joel shook his head, his chest heaving with the fright of the previous endeavours. Ophelia was unsure as to who should thank who, and Joel wasn’t making any attempts at conversation, so she just turned from him, rushing back to the counter to collect her belongings.

“The fuck were you thinking?” Joel now sneered after he had recollected himself, stalking over towards Ophelia as she finished gathering her things, flicking her bag back on over her shoulder. She paused, gaze narrowing indignantly at Joel.

“It was an accident. I tripped.” Ophelia answered, shouldering past him to vacate the gas station, not wishing to be there for any longer than she already had. She longed for a shower and bed desperately.

“Tripped? What kind of fuckin’ excuse is that? You almost got us killed.” Joel retorted as he followed out after her. Ophelia veered her head around to him as she began fixing the saddle on her horse, her jaw grinding downwards contentiously.

“You want me to say I’m sorry?” Ophelia inquired, before she turned around to face her back to him bitterly, “Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, girl; how goddamn stupid are-“ Joel started, but Ophelia cut him off when she whirled around, sternly interrupting him.

“I couldn’t have determined that was going to happen. It was just an accident, and I’m sorry. It was an idiotic mistake, and it won’t happen again.” Ophelia threw her arms into the air desperately, before she hauled herself up onto her horse, peering down at Joel for a moment. “Oh, and you’re welcome.”

Ophelia started forwards, not bothering to wait for Joel to catch up; which he did within a few moments, piping up fervently.

“You’re welcome? For what? You’re the one who almost got us both killed.” Joel frowned laboriously, and Ophelia rolled her shoulder blades backwards to fix her posture, gradually guiding off the anxiety from the execrable experience, even with the contention rising between her and Joel.

“If I recall, I was the one who saved your ass at the end there.” Ophelia reminded him, keeping her gaze set forwards to focus on where she was leading them both.

Joel clicked his tongue with incongruity, “I’d barely call it saving.”

“What would you call it, then?” Ophelia shot back.

“A fortunate coincidence.” Joel grunted.

“I don’t believe in coincidences.” Ophelia replied, her gaze finally flitting over towards him, where he was already staring over, an unascertained emotion swirling against the deep mahogany of his eyes, and if Ophelia didn’t know better, she would’ve called it guilt. Neither of the pair were so sure the conversation was still about what happened at the gas station. A coincidence that Joel happened to arrive within Jackson where Ophelia was located after four years of running from him; being hunted by him. Ophelia wasn’t convinced.

Joel proved to fall quiet after that, deciding not to give a deriding riposte, much to Ophelia’s relief. They trotted on in quiet after that, until they reached the prodigious gates of Jackson, having it hauled open. They both dismounted their horses and relocated them to the stables as people began to crowd subtly, clearly noticing the smeared scarlet against Joel’s flesh, questions drifting along them. They both walked forwards, side-by-side, to go give Tommy the riveting report; but they didn’t walk together. No, they couldn’t be more figuratively apart, really.

Joel, wearing the smell of blood and death like a perfume in his staunch mannerisms, and Ophelia, walking a fine line between beautifully macabre and uncharacteristically psychotic.

"Nothing was ever easy. But maybe that was the beauty of it."

The World We Knew (Over And Over) - Frank Sinatra

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