more rng ocs! some uncolored and some chibi, consistency be damned

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I'm tired, so tired

The Prismatic Family

Starflam - Bled Runner

From the album Live & Direct

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Chapter 3 -

It was a cold fall night. Gentle winds rode the air, making the trees wave and several discarded papers fly. The sky was clear, a rarity in such a busy city. In fact, it was the clearest out of the year, to the point where you could almost see stars. Maybe even a full constellation, if you squint. And it was quieter now. This was a beautiful night. A night where you can maybe propose, or ask someone out. But it was nights like these that were the most dangerous. It was a free ticket for them. The Charter. Mobsters roamed the streets. Missions were in progress. It was their high time to move. When the law is sleeping, the bandits awake. Over here, glass shatters, and thieves move in. Maybe on the other side gas fills a room, and an old man coughs to his death. Gasoline splashes on the wooden floor, and a match is thrown inside. In an instant, flames leap to life, licking any surface around it. The echo of a scream resonates into the night, drowned out by the other sounds as a shadow stands from the roof, watching all of this happen. It was normal in this city, anyway. 

A flash of white darted through the marble halls, footsteps light on the floor. The figure moved swiftly, the occasional flash of color the only reminder that she was there. She rounded a corner and found herself in a gallery of sorts. She stopped for a quick moment to breathe in deeply and analyze her surroundings. According to the map that she studied earlier, the entrance to the den must be in this very hallway. She sighed, stepping out into the moonlight that filtered through the high, arched windows. It fell on her figure, highlighting her in a halo of silver. In the light, she almost seemed… Magical. Unreal.  

But of course, who wouldn’t, with such features like hers? 

Skin pale as paper, making her seem fragile yet mysterious. Her thick, slightly wavy hair was split into two main colors, black and white, hanging in a low ponytail reaching past her shoulders. But besides the yin-yang hair, her eyes were her most striking feature. They followed her hair’s theme, but… Her left eye has a black sclera. It went on until her pupil. Pure white. Her right eye, white sclera, and iris. The pupil is black. Her face is round, with soft-looking skin. The rest of her body was hidden by a black, skin-fitting jersey bodysuit, with a zipper down the front. Her hands were covered by fingerless gloves and dark grey boots moved silently on the marble tile floor. A belt hung at her waist, a silver scimitar in its sheath. She knelt on one knee, placing a hand on the floor. She stayed there for a few moments, just feeling. She then opened her eyes and stood. Go time. She brushed herself off, and then took a jar of powder from… Somewhere. She then blew into the air. Nothing? No lasers? She craned her eyes to see- Oh wait. Thin strings. Almost like spiderwebs. She smirked. The Viscount’s den. 

The Viscount was a high and haughty man. He was part of the Charter, about the top 5. His style of work is trafficking. Drugs, guns, endangered… Just not humans. The Count takes care of that. The Viscount and Count are partners in crime; Seeing as they are best of friends and they both operate similarly. The Viscount uses strings to protect his den, sign off deals, and kill. The Count uses sap to snare and trap his prey. Both hunters, same world. 

Disgusting.

Which is why she was here. To stop the Viscount. He has been throwing signals left and right, confusing the poor members of Starflame. She scoffed at the thought. Those do-gooders can’t do anything without some help. Lucky for her, she was alone. And she knew what to do. She was the Duchess, after all. It was her duty to. She is tired of taking sides and watching one overcome the other. She is on neither side. She was the balance. 

Her eyes darted around, plotting the best way to get to his den- A hidden trapdoor under a statue. Clever. But also obvious. She carefully maneuvered around the strings before reaching the statue of Achilles. Looking down, she could see the tips of the trapdoor. She smirked. Too obvious, hm? She observed the statue. Moved in a hurry. Or maybe something’s blocking it from closing quickly. She noticed the tiniest chip in Achilles’s arm. Bingo. She pulled on it, and a crank echoed throughout the empty marble halls. Achilles moved, and she backed away, throwing water balloons all over the place, purposely hitting the strings. They broke. Alarms sounded. The trapdoor opened. She took out a bottle and a grenade, throwing them both down. The scent of gasoline was pungent, making her feel a bit high. She jumped out the window just when the men stormed in, dropping a flaming matchbox on a puddle of gasoline. She landed softly on a tree branch, looking at all the people she had murdered. Stabbed, bleeding out, poisoned, and having Void spikes suck out their SOUL alive. It was as gory as it was beautiful. A garden of horrors. But she can’t feel for them. So she dropped to the ground, and ran, vanishing into the shadows of the city, as sirens wailed, piercing through the once-silent streets. As the Duchess roams the city, a family is cozy in their home. A nice apartment, near the center of the city, where everything’s at. But inside, all was not well. A skeleton with a cluster of blue gladiolus on his skull entered the apartment building and went up the stairs, and inside their apartment, getting met with a young girl. “Iolus!” She cried, jumping up to hug him. The skeleton- Or Iolus smiled tiredly, his wilted gladiolus brightening a bit. He patted the girl on her head. She was a unique child. She had a head of hair split into two colors in a unique pattern. One side is black, the other platinum blonde. Her face was of a warm and fair shade, splattered with vitiligo, and she had heterochromia, blue and green. Another skeleton walked into the hallway, a tall and lean one, with bright orange celandines on his skull. He brightened up when he caught sight of the duo. “Iolus! You’re home!” Said he, in a cheery tone, causing Iolus to smile more. “Hey, Celan. Psyche.” He looked to Psyche, hugging him tight. “Where’s…?” He asked, looking at Celan. “Mama’s not home. Not yet. Neither is Acelus-” Suddenly, another skeleton burst in. He had violets in a cluster this time, with scars on his skull, starting at his sockets and tracing his face in jagged lines. Iolus’s expression fell. 

“Well. Came home later than I, brother.” His voice turned sharp and bitter, tinged with a British accent of sorts. The scarred skeleton’s violets withered, and a displeased expression fell on his skull. “Well, looks like the worker came home. How was work, little bro?” He replied, a smirk etching on his face, his voice deep and rough with a Brooklyn accent. Iolus stared pointedly at the other. “Because Mama isn’t home tonight, Acelus. Plus, I can’t leave Psyche and Celan alone. I expected better, brother.” He muttered, his gladiolus wilting. Celan’s vibrant celandines dimmed a bit, a small frown settling on his skull. “W-well, I suppose you two might be tired. I’ll get the table ready, so we all can eat. Psyche, go to bed.” He went to the kitchen and began preparing the food. Psyche stuck her tongue out at him and crossed her arms. “No, Celan. I’m 12 already.” Iolus looked at her with an unimpressed stare. She pouted. “But Iolus, it’s not fair! I never get to see you, or Mama like this! It’s been ages since we had a full meal! And Mama isn’t working all the time! Unlike you.” She frowned, looking away. Acelus watched in amusement, as Iolus sighed. 

“Psyche. I know. I’m sorry that work takes me away, okay? But this isn’t healthy for you. Celan tells me you’ve been up every night, watching the stars, waiting for me to come home. I’m sorry I can’t be here for you more.” He knelt down to be at her level as he said so and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Why not you go wash up, and after dinner, I’ll come and tell you about the stars. Deal?” He asked, quirking a bonebrow with a gentle smile. She looked back at him, joy evident in her eyes. “You- You mean it?” She whispered, her smile wavering. He nodded, and she hugged him. A few seconds passed for Iolus to realize she was silently crying. His headflowers wilted drastically. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” He soothed, patting her back. She sniffled, looking at him. “It’s been so long since we… Since we did this.” Iolus smiled and hugged her tight. “Don’t worry. I’ll try. We can make it another night.” Psyche nodded, wiping away her tears and rushing off. Iolus stood and looked at Celan. “Why is Mama not here?” Celan sheepishly scratched the back of his skull. “She told me she had to stay behind because of work.” Acelus sighed. “Work. She’s almost as absent as you.” Iolus glared at the other. “Listen, I have priorities, unlike you.” Acelus chuckled. “Weren’t you the one who said you wouldn’t be here if Ma wasn’t home?” Iolus’s headflowers wilted drastically, threatening to crumble off his skull. “N-no, that’s not what I-” Celan cut them both off. “Shut up and get eating. Just… Let’s just try, okay? It’s not easy. But we can try. For Psyche, for Mama, for all of us.” Iolus and Acelus shared a look, before nodding. “Sure, lil’ bro.” Iolus nodded at Acelus. “Alright. Temporary truce.” He extended his hand, and Acelus shook it, non-commitally. Iolus rolled his cerulean eyelights, before heading to the dining room to eat a late dinner, one they both needed. A few blocks down the road, a prestigious building stood, bright and glowing under the moonlight, standing out from the rest of the dark city. It didn’t tower over the others, it just lay there, open and welcoming. But this certain building, so inviting and innocent was the one building the Charter never dared to touch. For it was the headquarters of their greatest enemy, Starflame. The government? No. But they do have power over the security and enforcement of rules. Much more hardworking and more reliable than the human police. Oh, right! No one mentioned it, but they are from the Monster Kingdom. Shocking? Probably not, since they are the ones supplying the city with power and magic, but it still surprises people. Starflame is a big group, full of humans and monsters alike, but the leaders, the big three, are known as Dream, the president, the founder, and the brain. At his right hand, Admiral Renoi. He goes around and collects intel, albeit his smooth memory. And last but not least, Lieutenant Blue. The strength, the power. He’s the one who controls the cavalry and maps the patrol routes. The brain, the eyes, and the body. Fitting. A single light shone at the top of the building, and we see Dream hunched over at his table, papers strewn around in a messy order. He’s alone here. And asleep. Suddenly, alarms blare and he jolts awake, pressing a button on the table. Screens slowly came down from the ceiling and showed him recent crime activity in the city. His cameras zoomed in on Drake Vislokan’s mansion, which was in flames. Greek fire. Dammit. How could that happen?! He stood up, grabbed his cloak, and sipped the last of his coffee. It was time to investigate. No rest for him.

you opened my eyes to what happiness could be then took it away

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Liquid Luck Drabble & Art Challenge | Prompt #31

Hi!

Open to Gen works and all Harry Potter pairings. This includes Rare Pairs, Next Gen, Cross Gen and characters from connected canon such as The Cursed Child and Fantastic Beasts.

Our new prompt is this photo.

As always, there is no minimum word count for a drabble and no strict maximum word count.

If you like to give yourself an extra challenge for this prompt (optional), use the following trope in your work : First kiss.

Any forms of art are welcome. If you like to give yourself an extra challenge (optional), then the art restriction for this prompt is : Line Art.

As always, this challenge has no due date, so take as long as you like to create something for it! Or if you prefer, you can also write a drabble or create art for one of the previous prompts.

Here is the Challenge Collection on AO3 to which you can add your work.

For more info & guidelines, see this post.

Have fun! 💖

PS. If you’d like to submit a prompt for the challenge, you can do so by sending a message or ask. It can be anything from a word, to a quote, a song lyric, or a photo.

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👇 Here is the photo. 👇

Photo by StarFlames on Pixabay

LOCATION: Velaris & the most recent Starfall event

TARGET: @azraehl​

DETAILS: Flashback (recent)

A BRIDGE existed beneath her soft, agile footfalls. It was as vast as the midnight sky and as bright as the moon’s smile; it beckoned with a mysterious power that pounded to the mirroring beat of her heart. Full of yearning. And some primal instinct recognised that even if she was blinded, her soul would still recognise each step along this magnetizing path. It was a secretive road that belonged to her and the one it would always lead to. She had felt its lure many years ago; in a prison, hammered by cruel stone, at the heart of nightmares. The passing twilight enveloped her in a cool, dark mist and pushed her along the sparkling road with an eagerness that mirrored her own desire. 

She glided through the throngs of celebrants and guests like a phantom of starflame. Her strange, otherworldly eyes were fixed on the target ahead - never faltering and never averting. As she reached the edge of a door leading to the balcony, fair fingers grasped the edges of her long, fitted dress to cross over the threshold and she was greeted by the astral light of her falling kin. In her approach, the crystallised light of her shimmering dress embraced every slender curve in a spectacle of silvers and rose-golds - eclipsing, like the dusk sky, with sparkling lavenders and darkest blues in a pool at her feet. The manifestation of twilight.

A small smile tugged at the edge of her crimson lips as she saw him. Her eyes, having watched over untold aeons, still marvelled at his presence. They ravenously drank in his frame and his features, and with each closing step, his scent and closeness surged through her like bolts of lightning. It settled deeply into her veins and whispered with a voice that awoke everything inside her. He is back. He is safe. Frozen tension unravelled in her shoulders at that realisation - a truth she was still too afraid to admit, lest it was a trick of the wicked. But as she neared, the buried part of her soul opened a sleepy eye and reached out with a feathery touch of power - light and playful - to brush against that mighty darkness. This was real.

Seren suppressed the urge to shiver and managed to coolly step towards him.  Her eyes were alight with the countless thoughts and feelings which she knew he could decipher. There was no method of hiding from him. And nor did she wish to. 

"Those are the wrong stars to wish upon,” she crooned softly; her smile still lingering with daring amusement, “but I am feeling benevolent today; perhaps I could oblige instead?”

Playful words, designed to pull him towards her; to distract him from any storming thoughts - any memories - of those haunted times. But she started to wonder at his self control; at his impossible strength. The memories of each of his lashings - the taste of sweat, blood and cursed ash - materialised to mind. How they haunted his dreams. A muscle started to twitch in her sharp cheeks as she slammed her jaw tight and an answering tempest suddenly roared in her ears; tearing asunder what had been so carefully controlled before - rage for his burdens.

love u user starflaming

It was, however, situated directly on that massive central plaza which now sent his soul deep into a pit of sick, because it was filled in orderly columns and rows with shroud after shroud, and among them the grieving wandered. He knew the size of each shroud (84 inches long and 28 inches wide, the size of a standard human casket), he knew the number laid out (three thousand six hundred and eighty five), he knew his should be there, a single scarlet shroud for his role as member of High Command - Ad Augustana Per Sciencia

Very Short Story- Death Knell

"Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings."

Elathien got hers at the sounding of Earth's death knell.

Her wings forged in starflame to avenge the Creator's favourite world.

Happy Halloween from the NSB Prismatic Family~!!

Starflam - Ce Plat Pays

From the album Live & Direct

starflamera

citizen name: kori andersing.

citizen color: black long hair, light blue/light tan eyes, tan skin, light blue/white short shirt, light blue/purple skirt, short orange short pants, light blue shoes.

transforming vital bracelet: connetink.

super hero name: starflame.

super hero color: light blue/white star flame mask, white visor, light blue/purple/white star flame battle dress outfit, orange star flame short undersuit, light blue/white/orange star flame gloves, light blue/white/orange star flame boots.

model based: star, flame.

personality: she is from the outerspace to arrive at the world of men know as earth, she was trying to be very nice to the people of earth, she was fear about the people of earth will kill her in her nightmare, she just trying her best to keep her power to keep the people of earth safe as she stay away from them, she met dickicker grayork at the crime street as she walk by herself, she told him that she is from the otherspace all along, she was aid by him to join the super hero team, she is decided to help them to save the world, she just has a huge crush on dickicker grayork, she feel fall in love with him, she can use her power to fight the crime as starflamera.

weapon: star flame unarmed combat style, star flame handblast, star flame eyeblast.

Amour : faites des rencontres facilement sur le Net

Si vous êtes toujours à la recherche de votre âme sœur, sachez que les sites de rencontres sont très efficaces. Ils vous accompagnent de votre quête de l’amour et sur ces interfaces, vous pourrez parfois trouver des conseils qui vous aideront à séduire les célibataires de votre choix.

Crédit photo : StarFlames de Pixabay