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Figured I would make a post of all my various FFXIV OC's.

Warning: There are more than just these 4, those are just the big ones. Also, this is like 5 years' worth of weekly RP with my FC, and we very much leaned into the absurd over-the-top fantasy of the FF series. So, like... boy HOWDY is this gonna be a lot. Edit after finishing writing this draft: it was far more than I thought oh my god I forgot how bullshit all of this was. However I added a clear indicator of where you can skip the most bullshit parts.

(All infoblocks are how the character would describe themselves. Summaries are (mostly) my own words, unless I think its really funny to not do so.)

I also have redacted a lot of info about other people's characters cause I'm not entirely comfortable sharing all of them here. So the names of other characters, and also my FC's name, are entirely removed. I've also tweaked some of the details slightly, mostly just the timing of certain events, and combining/removing a couple of the T'alia's (yes there used to be more). Also spoilers [ARE NOT IN THIS VERSION, YOUR WELCOME MISHA].

If you don't want what is basically a summary of a four year long RP campaign, you can get the short version by just reading the entries for the four characters listed above.

Name: T'sraetn Slein Race: Miqo'te/Garlean (Mixed race) Clan: Seeker of the Sun Gender: Cis(ish) Woman (She/Her)

T'sraetn was born in the capital city of Garlemald, child of a garlean scientist, Varrick lux Slein, and a miqo'te conscript-engineer, T'alia Raio. Her father was researching the Echo, trying to find ways to replicate its effects with a garlean soul. When the Garlond Ironworks rebelled and fled for Eorzea, T'sraetn's family fled with them, though Varrick was killed in the process, [REDACTED FOR MISHA REASONS].

T'sraetn became fascinated by all forms of magic in Eorzea, following the paths of the Arcanist before branching out to other fields. She continued to find stronger and stronger opponents to test her magical prowess against, eventually awakening to the Echo and being recruited to the Scions.

The events of 1.0 through Stormblood happen relatively the same as they do in the game, though T'sraetn went missing after [REDACTED FOR MISHA REASONS]. She reappeared once again after the events of Shadowbringers 5.3 (sort of, see below), now sporting several cybernetic augments throughout her body, with all of her limbs being fully cybernetic.

She initially had no issues with her augments, barring a few exceptions. However, after the events of Endwalker, she grew to hate them. She believed these augments were the only thing that allowed her to survive her fight against [REDACTED FOR MISHA REASONS]. She eventually underwent a dangerous procedure to remove her augments and replace her limbs with vat-grown cloned organic transplants.

T'sraetns version of the Echo manifests it in a bizarre temporal distortion. Time feels as if it passes differently for her, with her experiencing weeks or months in the span of time that others claim to only experience days. In combat, she experiences her own death over and over again until, eventually, she survives the fight. The way that [REDACTED FOR MISHA REASONS] experience [REDACTED FOR MISHA REASONS] makes her feel a kinship with them in this regard, and has lead to her developing an unhealthy obsession with both of them.

T'sraetn has grown disillusioned with the life of adventure, and now spend much of her time drinking and reliving [REDACTED FOR MISHA REASONS], hoping at some point she will discover her life since that point was just a very long vision, and if she just did something different [REDACTED FOR MISHA REASONS].

The rare times she is sober, she spends studying [THIS ENTIRE FUCKING PARAGRAPH REDACTED FOR MISHA REASONS HOLY FUCK].

She funds these expeditions by selling her services to the goblins of the Wolves Den, helping them refine and test their designs for human pilots.

(Here she is, Ms. Warrior of Light herself. I do find it hilarious that 'Mech Pilot' is a lore friendly profession to have, so I had to go for it. I technically have two versions of T'sraetn! (Well... 3) One is the version I used in my Free Company's weekly roleplay for about 4 years, who is not actually the Warrior of Light, and the other is, in fact, the Warrior of Light herself. However, everything canon to the FC version is more or less canon to the WoL version. We won't be getting into the third version on a SFW blog. [REDACTED FOR MISHA REASONS])

Name: Killer Kweh Race: Unknown Clan: Unknown Gender: Unknown (They/Them)

Killer Kweh is a vigilante who began to harass T'sraetn's FC around the events of late Shadowbringers, keeping tabs on the various villains and scoundrels that the FC let slip away, thinking the power of friendship would be enough to save the day. Together with their chocobo, Wark Warrior, the two would track down and kill those the FC had spared. They eventually began to confront the FC, trying to pressure them into no longer forgiving those who wronged them.

Their identity remains a mystery to this day, and will likely never be discovered, no matter how often the other FC members says things like "T'sraetn the mask doesn't even cover all your hair, and we can clearly still see your tail." or "Can you hide your chocobo's costume somewhere else? We need to clean the stables."

(I kept this glam and now use it for PLD/RDM. Originally I was actually planning to have Killer Kweh be an entirely different character, but the FC kept making jokes about the tail showing, and I decided to roll with it cause having it just be T'sraetn the whole time was FAR funnier tbh, and we needed something light hearted at the time.)

If you don't want to read a whole boatload of FC lore, you should skip all of this. (Scroll down until you see the quest complete)

Name: T'alia Raio Race: Miqo'te Clan: Seeker of the Sun Gender: Cis Woman (She/Her)

The first of the many, many, MANY faces of T'alia, who served as one of the central antagonists for much of the FC's life.

As mentioned above, T'alia was an engineer working in Garlemald before her family attempted to flee alongside the Garlond Ironworks, her husband being killed in the process. Wrought with guilt over his death, T'alia vowed to attempt to continue his research once they arrived in Eorzea, studying the soul and how various things could affect it.

Where her husband turned to the Echo, T'alia instead turned to the void, and to the tempering effect of primals. She made a pact with a voidsent, offering it not her own soul, but the soul of her research subjects, in return for studying its effects on them.

She eventually joined a Free Company, finding them to be perfect test subjects and developing an obsession with helping them grow stronger. She carefully examined and documented the effects on them and their aether after various fights with primals and voidsent, all under the guise of helping them grow stronger.

The idea of the FC needing to grow stronger became more and more compulsive, culminating in her trying to graft the soul of her voidsent into the aether of an injured FC member, an act which was the last straw and resulted in the FC turning on her.

She harbored no ill will against the adventurers, and continued her experiments from a distance, using facilities within abandoned garlean bases to construct various monsters for the free company to "train" against, frequently against their will.

(The FC I was with from 1.0 up to Stormblood Launch had a lot of drama. I originally made T'alia as a way to shop around and play with other FC's. When I joined my current FC, they mentioned not having any real dedicated antagonist for their RPs, and so I decided before the first RP I joined that T'alia was eventually going to make a heel turn, and played her as friendly but also very clearly having an ulterior motive. Also T'alia is still my MCH glam!)

Name: T'alia Raio Kime Race: Disembodied Soul Chimera Clan: Specter Yeah :) Gender: Monster (It/She/He)

T'alia's research into metempsychosis culminated in the preservation of her soul, at the cost of the willing destruction of her own body, obtaining a state not unlike those of the Ascians. She began growing multitudes of clones of herself, experimenting on them, merging them with beast men, and creating terrifying new chimerical bodies with which she continued to 'test the potential' of the FC.

However, these bodies and her soul mixed like water and oil, and she was never able to fully utilize them. While each one was quite powerful on its own, under her control they were exceedingly frail, and she would find her soul being ejected from them long before the point the body itself failed. This eventually forced her to turn back to her original field of engineering, augmenting these bodies with cybernetic enhancements.

Eventually, she invited the FC to one of her most ambitions plans to date, which she referred to as "The Merger", a combination wedding ceremony and business merger between both herself, and another rival of the FC's who also was heavily proficient in the field of engineering. This event was, in truth, an experiment where she splintered the timeline and merged it together again. During one timeline, an FC member was killed and replaced with a cybernetic replica crafted by T'alia and her new wife, while in the other timeline the FC member lived on as normal.

T'alia's plans for all of this were seemingly lost when her corpse was discovered in some ruins, impaled by a chunk of white auracite that kept her from escaping the vessel she was inhabiting. This drove her wife deeper into despair, and the widow blamed the FC for allowing this to happen, becoming a far bigger threat to them in the process.

(It was a running joke in our RPs that T'alia would keep getting called an Ascian, only to respond, "I still don't know what that is..." While she did achieve a similar form, it was elusively through her own research, and she never had any affiliation with the Ascians)

Name: Tali Race: Various Clan: Various Gender: Nonbinary (She/Her)

Shortly after T'alia's death, one of her augmented clones began interacting with the FC. She revealed she was the one who killed the 'real' T'alia, an action she had no choice in taking. Several of this clones augments allowed T'alia to control her remotely, and she had taken control of her body to kill herself. These augments still remained in place, and even with no one controlling them now, they still prevented certain actions, such as revealing what T'alia was planning.

This T'alia clone continued to work alongside the FC, eventually being welcomed with open arms as a full fledged member, with the FC renaming her 'Tali' to differentiate her from her creator.

While Tali already differed significantly from her creator, she felt a deep unease about being compared to her. She took up the gunblade and began to dabble in various shape changing magics in order to further differentiate herself from T'alia, resulting in frequent damage to her body and need for replacements of her various artificial limbs. All the while, unfamiliar memories began to surface in her mind, revealing that the memories of T'alia's own past that she had planted in Tali weren't sticking.

While she was unable to reveal T'alia's plans to the FC, she was more than able to be reckless about leaving around too many maps about where T'alia's various facilities were located, leading the FC on missions to shut them down and uncover more details about T'alia's plans, with Tali quickly piecing the details together and becoming both more distressed and more frantic to get the FC to uncover the rest.

Over the course of these expeditions the FC found T'alia's main base: a facility located in a rift in spacetime filled with a massive number of clones. Thousands of clones of T'alia, as well as hundreds of clones of every single FC member.

This facility housed enough clues for the FC to realize two things: first, that T'alia was being coerced into her actions by some other entity that she had been plotting against, and second, Tali's differences to T'alia came not from her augmentations, but from the the fact that she was never a clone of T'alia at all, but her own daughter T'sraetn, augmented and brainwashed into becoming a pawn for T'alia to use.

(Yes the DPS symbol on the blue background is intentional. It's a joke about me always off-tanking at the time, and being a 'Blue DPS'. The name Tali was actually a typo from an FC member addressing her, but everyone immediately realized it would be a great way to differentiate this other version of T'alia, and so we kept it. Also, we had a running joke in our RP's that Tali's arms just fell right off about once per RP night.)

Name: T'alia Allengray Race: Miqo'te Clan: Seeker of the Sun Gender: Cis Woman (She/Her)

Pouring over T'alia's research notes, T'sraetn and the FC eventually found the source of what T'alia had been pushing them all towards, the entity that had plagued her for her entire life: T'alia.

This other T'alia eventually made her presence known by possessing a shape changing quicksilver construct that the FC had defeated, forming a new body for herself. Taking the old T'alia's role as antagonist (though never posing anywhere near as much a direct threat), she was happy to monologue to the FC, and even gave them a linkpearl to answer any questions they might have.

This other T'alia (who the FC simply refered to by her surname, Allengray) was a copy of herself from a different timeline, who had trapped herself in a perpetual timeloop that lasted from the moment of her birth, to the moment of her death. Her original self became nothing more than a disembodied specter within the loop, forced to observe the same events play out over and over again. Over the course of the more than 5 million years she spent trapped in the loop, she slowly gained the ability to subtly influence the members of her FC, with a far bigger influence on each loops iteration of herself.

In her original timeline, Allengray and the FC had fought a devastatingly powerful primal, Lich. As they began to realize their conventional methods of killing primals would not affect it, they eventually chose to build a temporal cage, crafted from the remains of Alexander. The device would contain one aetheric being, and one mortal being, binding the two together. Lich would be trapped within it, and bound to the lifespan of whoever activated the device. While Allengray was not the one selected to bear that burden, she stole the device in the dead of night and sacrificed herself to it, rather than watch any of her friends suffer. Instead, she was left to be tortured for millions of years, watching Lich kill her friends over and over again while she could do little more than watch, and whisper to each version of herself to beg them to find a way to stop it.

(Another kept glam! Allengray is my BLU glam. I actually introduced her as a palette swapped version of another FC members 'Monster of the Week', which was the quicksilver construct that Allengray possessed. She was a bit of an amnesiac trickster for a bit, as her soul adjusted to her new body.)

Name: T'alia Allengray Lich Race: Primal Clan: Aetheric Parasite Gender: Primal (It/Its)

Eventually, Allengray revealed Lich's true nature. Unlike other primals, Lich did not exist as a body. It was more of a parasite that existed in the lifestream, devouring the souls of those who died, which is why it had been so difficult to find a way to stop. And over the course of hundreds of loops, it had grown and adapted to exist within a person's aether, feeding off of them.

Specifically, that of Allengray, where it had latched itself into and fully consumed her. While the timeloop was still connected to the lifespan of each timeline's T'alia, Lich was free to wreck whatever havoc it wanted on the FC, manipulating the timeline to ensure they would suffer over and over again to amuse itself. Even if they found a way to kill it, which the FC occasionally managed to do, the timeline would still be reset on its death, meaning the most the FC would ever be able to do to it is doom another timeline to be the victim of its wrath.

Moreover, with this timelines T'alia now trapped in white auracite, she could never truly die, allowing Lich to remain in this timeline indefinitely.

This timelines T'alia (which is T'alia Raio, in case you lost track. Very understandable if you did.) still managed to get the last laugh. Through their various interactions, the FC of this timeline had become a force of abominations. Fractured primals, artificial constructs, temporal anomalies, and voidtouched avatars, all untouchable by Lich. A fierce battle ensued, Lich toying with FC with the knowledge that killing it wouldn't stop it, even as it clearly grew frustrated.

In the final moment of the battle, the FC revealed their ace in the hole, one of their enemies who had a far bigger grudge against Lich than anyone in the FC. The wife of this timelines T'alia, holding a recreation of the device that trapped Lich and Allengray in the timeloop in one hand, and the white auracite that held her wifes soul in the other. Binding the device to herself and her wife, the two became banished from this timeline to spend eternity with one another, replacing Lich and Allengray in the loop.

Lich did not have time to make its feelings on this development known, as the FC shredded it apart and destroyed it for good.

(I've always fucking loved the concept behind Lich, because in case it wasn't clear by now, I am ABSOLUTELY FASCINATED by death and how we relate to it, and wish Lich had a bigger role in Final Fantasy (I love you Stranger of Paradise). In XIV in particular I felt it had so much potential as a primal. Plus "Killing the embodiment of death itself" is such a final fantasy ass final boss.)

(Additional fun fact: this timeline is the 72,323nd loop that Lich and Allengray were trapped in. Since I'm going with a dumb quest formatting for this, I'll say first person to correctly guess why I chose that number gets... idk... a trust banner of their character and/or a wallpaper made of them? This post contains all the information an FFXIV player would need to guess why I chose that number.)

Name: Noraliene Haillenarte Race: Elezen Clan: Wildwood Gender: Cis Woman (She/Her)

Despite all appearances, Noraliene is an elezen born to House Haillenarte in Ishgard. A member of House Dzemael dosed her drink with a fantasia during a banquet, and when she awoke the next morning as an Au Ra, she found herself the target of a horrible campaign to undermine House Haillenarte by claiming they are heretics, as well as an attempt to use her as "proof" that Au Ra are companions to dragons and must be purged from the city.

She was exiled by her family and escaped the city the next day, being pursued by several members of the Ishgardian Church seeking to kill her for her supposed heresy. Cold and exhausted, she eventually collapsed in the snow, where she claims she froze to death before being resurrected. In truth, she was rescued before that point by Ysayle, and her blue skin is a result of being tempered by Shiva.

After Ysayle's death, Noraliene took her place and helped lead her followers in reintegrating into Ishgard. She had no desire to return to the place of so many bad memories, however, and decided to join up with T'alia's FC shortly after T'alia revealed her true colors, granting them her aid as the new avatar of Shiva.

Despite her tragic past and icy aesthetic, she actually has a very warm and bubbly personality, eager to share her love of Doman Romance novels with anyone who will listen, and excitedly prying into the love life of anyone who was willing to share. She eventually grew tired of the constant stress and drama of being an adventurer and married another Ishgardian exile, choosing to move far away from Eorzea with her new wife.

(Did I make this character just as an excuse to spam the Diamond Dust emote during RP nights? You can't prove that. She was actually made so that I could join the RP easier when other people wanted to host an RP, instead of trying to bullshit together another reason why the FC was just willing to team up with T'alia again. The Diamond Dust spam was just a bonus. I also have a 26 page screenshot comic about her origin story that I've written out, and just need to actually take the screenshots for, but EFFORT...)

Name: Muddied Glory Race: Au Ra Clan: Raen/Xaela (Mixed race) Gender: Cis Woman (She/Her)

Muddied Glory is the orphan daughter of a Raen and a Xaela who were both killed touring Eorzea while she was just an infant. She was placed into the foster care of a Hellsguard woman, who gave her the name she has now.

At a very young age, Glory was adopted by the Church of Halone, where she became a devoted follower of their doctrine. As she grew, she would eventually find herself blessed by Halone with visions into the lives of those she would grant absolution (Its just the Echo), and very rarely, she will wake up in the morning with no memory of the previous night, the events of her own life falling away so her memory could instead be filled with the knowledge of a killer who must be brought to justice, delivered to her through the eyes of their victim.

Her conviction of faith is never stronger than when she faces on these killers, and from the moment they lock eyes with her, before even a single word is said, they are filled with the terrifying knowledge that she is there to bring them to justice. (This is the usual reaction people have when the woman they killed last night shows up in front of them.)

(Glory is me going "Hey remember that one Sahagin Priest in MSQ? Where we learned what a fully realized Echo was capable of? Yeah we need more of that", with the additional silliness of the character in question having no idea it's happening to her. Once again, I was very excited when [REDACTED FOR MISHA REASONS])

Name: Ifrit's Bride Race: Tempered Clan: Thrall Gender: Seemingly Trans Woman (It/She)

While there has not been a cure until very recently, being tempered has never been a 'one and done' affair. A primal is fully capable of tempering a single person multiple times, corrupting them far beyond the point of recognizability, as seen most commonly in Leviathan's drowned.

Ifrit's Bride is an example of that. It is unknown what rank or purpose she served among the followers of Ifrit, only that it was far more aetherially corrupted than was the norm for the followers of Ifrit.

After plaguing them for years, she was eventually captured by the Brotherhood of Ash where they worked with the immortal flames and the new anti-tempering magics lent to them to attempt to see if the process could be combined with the Brotherhood's Sacred Ash.

(Technically, she wasn't given the name Tempered Lass until after she was cured, so I should have used a different name for the trust banner. But also fuck making another one, I'm almost done with this post. Also I can't do tribal dailies on this character anymore, because I refuse to complete 'Losing One's Tempered' so that I can always keep some Sacred Ash on hand.)

Name: Tempered Lass Race: "Prefer not to disclose" Clan: "Prefer not to disclose" Gender: So Fucking Much (She/It)

The result was... mixed. While they managed to cure the Bride of Ifrit of her tempering, she had no memory of anything prior to the point of being cured, and her body remained warped.

She was given into the care of a Hellsguard woman who gave her a very... on the nose name, and there it was discovered that without regular treatments of the Brotherhood's Sacred Ash, she would once again begin hearing the whispers of Ifrit compelling her. She is also particularly gullible, but it is unclear if that is a result of the process that cured her, or simply a natural character trait for her.

While the Brotherhood of Ash welcomes her with open arms and is happy to provide her with Sacred Ash at no cost, Temmie prefers to try to live in Ul'dah. She is frequently found among the refugees, helping them for far too little coin for what she needs to sustain herself.

(The reason she can't remember anything is cause there is nothing to remember. Despite appearances, Temmie is not an Au Ra, she is a Miqo'te. Specifically, Temmie is a clone of T'sraetn created by T'alia to test the effects of tempering. Also, if it wasn't clear, her and Muddied Glory are foster sisters.)

Name: Gyococo Gyoco Race: Namazu Lalafell Clan: Namazu Dunesfolk Gender: "Depends on how much you are paying." (She/Him)

Gyococo is a lalafell adopted and raised by namazu. Once the Far East started becoming a more popular tourist destination for Eorzeans, she began seeing more and more lalafells, eventually growing curious enough to wish to visit and explore the land her real parents hailed from. At least, that's what he told people.

In truth, Gyococo cared little for pursuing his ancestral culture and just saw what she assumed would be an ignorant and unassuming market she could swindle as a merchant. What she found when she arrived in Ul'dah, however, was a society of cut throats and swindlers worse than any namazu could ever hope to achieve.

After months of barely scraping by, he eventually turned over a new leaf. She befriended an illiterate playwright and now acts as her scribe and editor. While he is far from the rich woman he was hoping to become, she lives comfortably and is happy with where her life is at.

(I don't touch Gyococo much, mostly because the playerbase is really fucking weird about lalafells and really fucking weird about trans women, and the overlap is... not fun, honestly.)

Name: Gaeli Cat Race: Gaelicat Clan: Gaelicat Gender: Gaelicat

Gaelicat.

(Gaelicat.)

[GAELICAT FOR MISHA REASONS]

#FFXIV #ffxiv wol #ffxiv rp #People are gonna see this and then give me a sideways glance and go 'So uh... hows your relationship with your mom Ceetee?'#to which I reply 'My mother is the coolest person I know and also I am never speaking to her again after all the pain she has caused me'#'and also I'm fairly sure she was starting to suffer from dementia and beginning to lose her own identity to it.'#but I don't see how any of that is relevant to my FFXIV OC's #why do you ask?#[REDACTED FOR MISHA REASONS]#(no i didn't actually redact anything in the tags I'm just being a dork)

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true--north · 6 months

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All Is Found: Cold Secrets Deep Down

Spoilers

This post F2 story of Frohana and the KRAKEN is beautifully written with its lovely descriptions of nature and that 19th century sea wolf aesthetic. There is also a nice moral of animal rights. It also has Olaf vomiting snowballs(he blamed Elsa for creating him like this) and the usual Frozen-verse horrible naming for Arendelle's neighboring lands.

Some quotes:

This story likes to emphasise Elsa's special connection to Nature and the Water Element specifically

Elsa, of course, was more than happy, to be near the wild water

You're no stranger to the sea

[]Her magically gifted sister felt such kinship with the water

If it involves nature, she seems more than capable of taking care of herself

She'd fought the Dark Sea, eventually made peace with it, she knew Ahtohallan like an old friend.

She wasn't alone here. She had an ally. [] She called the Water Nokk to her.

It was just Elsa in her element, accompanied by a spirit that seemed to understand her, that almost read her mind as they worked in tune

There was a moment when Elsa silently prayed Nokk to run faster, and he obeyed.

As this story is about Frohana's ship encountering a white kraken, Elsa finds herself literally sensing its feelings, feeling sorry for it and eventually saving the sea creature from being harpooned by the ship crew.

The Kraken's tentacle again appeared, sweetly brushing across her cheek in thanks. Elsa reached out to touch it in return

At the end, when Anna and Kristoff were hugging each other and looking at the land, Elsa was standing aside and looking at the sea. She and the Kraken waved each other to silently say farewell.

This is its home, where we are trespassers. This is not a place we claim as our own. I want this are marked up on a map so that no other ship might accidentally strike the beast and end up with unnecessary loss of life

If you don't understand something, it will always seem dangerous. I know this better than anyone. The kraken didn't come here for a fight. This is its world, not ours. There's so much out there that we don't know about. It deserves to live its life just as much as we do

I know word of my powers has spread, and the stories have something grown in the telling

Landing neatly on her feet as only an ice queen could

Elsa can rule the liquid water

She sent a stream of water behind her[]

Another interesting moment in this story is Elsa's title. If in the "Engaging Anna and Kristoff" Elsa has been called "Queen Elsa"(referring, as we may see later, either to her status of Snow Queen or out of habit. There's no consistency) here in the "Cold Secrets Deep Down" it's stated that she's not a queen anymore. Anna calls her "a princess of Arendelle", the Capitan calls her "Your Highness".

The people of Liljeby will see you for what you are: a princess of Arendelle

"With superpowers!" Olaf piped up, "A super princess! Superprincess?"

Anna often wondered if Elsa minded that she was no longer queen [] She knew that what Elsa wanted the most of all was freedom — the freedom to be herself and explore her powers and the world around her

With all due respect , Your Highness, we should kill it

Anna, rebuking the stubborn Captain, addressed only herself as the queen

"I don't like it—" Captain Jens began, "But the Queen of Arendelle does," Anna reminded him.

Elsa wears a new traveling costume for the visit, not the Spirit Dress.

Elsa looked down at her heavy traveling dress and tall boots

Elsa's powder blue dress shared the same flowers along the hem, though her tiara was much smaller.

We never back down from a fight(said Anna)

"Or a sunken shipwreck?" Anna asked, an old sadness in her eyes

Snow Sisters moments

The desperate instinct to call out to her sister(said Elsa)

Anna stood and put her arm around Elsa's waist[] Elsa moved a lock of windblown red hair out of Anna's face

And luckily, Elsa knew exactly what to do

Kristanna moments

I go where Anna goes

Courageous Kristoff would dive right back down to fight for his love

Kristoff watched, feeling helpless, his heart in his eyes. "Let me have her," he said, laying her down on the bottom of the rowboat as he pressed his mouth to Anna's blue-tinged lips

"Anna!" Kristoff pulled her into a bear hug, her hands curling around his middle

Now I only have to worry about one person(said Kristoff)

Foreign Affairs with the Southern Isles go

"That ridiculous diplomat from Southern Isles thought you were made of ice, remember?" Anna chuckled, "He brought a fur coat, just in case."

#all is found #frozen 2 #elsa frozen 2 #kristanna

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rickie-the-storyteller · 1 year

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WIP Wthursday Tag

Thank you to @gummybugg for tagging me!

Here are the rules for this thing:

In a reblog (or new post/w rules attached) post up to five filenames of your WIPs, not titles, file names

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be something you wrote in the last 7 days (we're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to post!)

After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from, write 3 sentences on it anyway and then 3 more on another to share!

That's it! You can invite others to join in or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request.

So, without further ado, here are my WIPs!

"Steph's Crew"

"Five Seconds Flat"

"The Last Dance"

"Aurelian University" (AU)

(not sure of it counts, but) "The Emily and Jack Story". You know, from these two posts:

I came up with them by accident, and now I have ideas for their story all the time lol.

Here is a little snippet from AU. I haven't posted anything from that story yet.

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Zephyr's gaze fell on the harpist, her quick, nimble fingers gliding gracefully over the strings of her instrument. When she stopped to talk, she introduced herself to him, smiling warmly and politely giving him his name.

"Eurydice," he murmured to himself, enchanted by the lyrical sound of her name. It was a name that tasted like honey on his tongue, a name that transported him to a world of myths and legends, of gods and heroes. It was a powerful, almost magical sound that told epic tales of ancient Greek mythology, of heroes and heroines embarking on dangerous and wondrous adventures. He wondered if her music carried that same intensity and magic. It would certainly explain how captivating it was to hear through the window…

Eurydice. Such a name! Zephyr couldn't help but be struck by its uniqueness and beauty.

They quickly fell into easy conversation, the notes of her music drifting around them like a magical aura. Zephyr soon discovered that she was a music student here. As they began to converse, it quickly became apparent that they shared a love of storytelling and adventure. Eurydice's music seemed to weave intricate tales, transporting Zephyr to far-off lands and distant times. It was as if her fingers were magic, conjuring up images and emotions that he had never experienced before.

They went on to explore the campus together, and Zephyr found himself feeling more and more at ease in her company. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they were old friends reunited after years apart. It was a strange feeling, but one that he cherished.

Eurydice pointed out the various buildings and landmarks, sharing fascinating anecdotes about the college's history and its notable alumni. Zephyr was mesmerized by her storytelling, her voice rich with emotion and passion.

Their rapport was just so easy, as if they had known each other for years. Zephyr felt a strange sense of kinship with Eurydice, as if they shared a common bond that transcended time and space.

It was during this idyllic excursion that Zephyr noticed a flyer advertising a job as a janitor at the college. His eyes lit up at the mention of free tuition, a prospect that had seemed unattainable until now.

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These are the first two main characters to get introduced to the story. They become friends super fast, and basically remain tight throughout, which is good. (Can't say the same about many of the others, tho)

To be completely honest, this is something I've had for a while... but I've made the most recent changes to it like yesterday, so I think it still counts. Kind of.

Here are some people I'm going to tag to do this next (but it's totally up to you): @rubywrite, @winterandwords, @soph1333, @amugoffandoms, @pennywaltzy

(But anybody that wants to try this out can do it.😊 )

#rickie-the-storyteller #WIPs #wip wednesday #(thursday)#but whatever #writerblr #writing #creative writing #writeblr tag games

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Despite my prior clarification that the Queen of Tears is NOT an Escapee… In a way, she kind of is?

Like the Escapees, she is a prisoner of the Tower of Tears; I included the detail of her being bound to that structure simply because it seemed cool to me, but now I have narrative justifications too. Like the Escapees, she is freed when Wayvren the Fallen destroys the Tower of Tears.

The Queen of Tears is someone preserved for all eternity because of the Magical Tears… in this case, because she’s made of them. Her spherical, droplet shape mirrors the frozen globes the Escapees are trapped inside; She IS the prison, with nothing really inside as a result. But is a prison also imprisoned by itself?

She gathered the Escapees to make her child feel happy, understood, and less lonely; And she sees her purpose as essentially doing the same, to alleviate the pain. The Queen of Tears believes she shares a calling with these Escapees, as tools and toys for her child’s benefit. They have a place with each other by her child’s side, and surely will be able to relate to one another over this, find happiness in that role.

The Queen of Tears is obviously an outlier; She IS a Tear, she is the one who started all of this. She chose it completely, and she was not imprisoned by a Wayvren but herself. But as I’ve suggested before, I might explore the idea of a more conventional Escapee who wasn’t imprisoned by the Wayvrens, but by someone else, and/or the Queen of Tears herself. So that just further blurs the line and distinction between Queen of Tears and Escapee; Like yes there IS an imbalance and disconnect, she is their warden.

But man. There’s a case to be said that the Queen of Tears is the Proto-Escapee, the original, before the concept was refined. Does she insist on differentiating herself from them, and to what extent? Does she insist on kinship, and believe the Escapees fleeing their assigned task is them denying this; Rather than the Queen of Tears being inadvertently freed, a reiteration of her parallels to THEM, instead?

Would she see herself above these Escapees, or project a kindred understanding that she needs them to reciprocate, for her child’s sake? In the end, the Queen of Tears would be the only Escapee who actually wants to go back, and is working to ensure all of them return to that status quo, and revoke their status of freedom that made them known as Escapees to begin with. Speaking of, what would those dinguses be called, prior to them escaping?

Because it’s not like the Queen of Tears would call them Escapees from the beginning, she doesn’t intend for them to escape! Transfer ownership to her child, which COULD be interpreted as ‘escaping’ the Tower of Tears, but not really in her droplet-shaped eyes. Prisoners is too ugly of a word for her, she wants something soothing and palatable for her kid, and everyone else!

There’s lot of words and terms; She might refer to them as her ‘charge’, people she’s assigned herself over as she has done for her child. The Protected, the Meek, people who need to be preserved and saved. The Salvaged, mayhaps? I’m also partial to the Gifted; To the Wayvrens who don’t know the Queen of Tears’ true purpose, it might seem like a reference to each Escapees’ unique skills, talents, and danger they present to the world. Someone like Midas is ‘gifted’, in the sense that he was a brilliant scholar who became the Golden Man because of this; And his dangerous Gold Touch is a ‘gift’.

Plus, there’s connections with Arkley’s alumni, who are also a menagerie of freaks and deviants, molded by an older person for a purpose within a tower… I’ve discussed them in a previous post, but there’s a lot to be said about how many alumni are burnt-out gifted kids who’ve suffered from the pressure and expectation to succeed and outdo the others, as can be seen in David Kress especially. People who feel like rejects and failures.

So then it’s funny to make those parallels with the Escapees and these young adults who are in many ways still stunted kids, and who are being followed by a generation of actual kids; Kids they hate, kids among whom is Lloyd, which the Escapees seek to kill and/or exploit. And these kids escaping Arkley is an inciting incident, just as the Tower of Tears being fled is; The Arkley Gang pursues these children to bring them back, like the Queen of Tears with the Escapees.

She does it for her kid; Arkley does it, for many reasons, but part of it may be a twisted paternal sense that he hopes may offset his own empty loneliness and regret. Parallels and foils, one adult expects herself and others to do it all for the kid, the other adult expects all the kids to do it for him. And that goes with the idea that the Escapees are more alike with these kids they target than they care to admit, and that’s part of the senseless tragedy of it all, that they’d target of all people these fellow freaks, instead of recognizing the solidarity to become allies.

But back to my point; That’s the initial interpretation, the assumption. Each Escapee has been ‘gifted’ with some strange body or power and skills that might’ve led to them becoming like that. But in reality, the Queen of Tears calls them gifted, because they’re the gifts; To be gifted to her child. The presents, the toys for them to wake up to. It’s a double-meaning that the Wayvrens are totally oblivious to.

She’s a fairly serious person, but… c’mon, the Queen of Tears must’ve been chuckling, patting herself on the back at least a little, when she referred to her prisoners as such in front of the Wayvrens, knowing how they’d interpret it, and thus have nothing to fear of them picking up on that title as a clue to her real intentions. She must’ve felt mighty clever then.

#Queen of tears #tower of tears #the escapees #Arkley #Arkley gang #GEverse #oc #ocs #my ocs

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Dead Men Don’t Bite

Pathfinder Pirate Campaign Character Reflection

Session 7-9

Context: The crew made it to port in Cantilados after repairing the ship on an unknown beach. The party was able to find some reprieve in town, spending their shares and taking in the city. Jhara was able to find a teacher to train her in her new magic which proved invaluable. Before the party could get comfortable, a strange foreign man, Odrygg* offered them a job to retrieve an artifact in exchange for information important to Edward. The party accepted, and it led them to a booby-trapped temple in the jungle full of kobolds, whom Edward convinced that he was a dragon god** and convinced them to give us the artifact without question…

*Odrygg was an ally from our previous DnD campaign, a polymorphed dragon, whose collection of rare artifacts was his horde.

**Multiple insane crit successes lol

Jhara has struggled to gather her thoughts since the crew of the Paige washed up on that unknown beach. So much has happened and been learned it made her head pound. The night on the beach telling stories was a nice reprieve. She enjoyed listening to everyone’s stories and, to be honest, she enjoyed flirting with Monk. It made her feel normal, if only for a moment. She stood firm on her “not sleeping with superiors” rule however. Though, if they ever found themselves in more equal positioning, she wasn’t opposed. After all, he liked rope, and she was quite good at tying knots…

Those fun, normal feelings didn’t last long once they made port in Cantilados. This was one city she had never had the pleasure of visiting during her many years on the sea. Her share from the profit was huge, and there was much she wanted to do with it. To be fair, she didn’t spend it ALL in the EXACT same place. And what she got was invaluable. A single lesson with Corvo taught her more than she ever knew. Admittedly, what he said about the dangerous side of planar magic gave her pause. When he asked if she wanted to continue to learn and hone these new abilities, she debated it. She could stop, leave it be, stop messing with it, and that could be that. But, the other, much louder part of her said she needed to keep going, keep learning, that this was the way back to her crew. And so she agreed to continue, though Corvo wasn’t lying about the effects of spell rebounds. Losing a day’s worth of memories left her unsettled.

This wasn’t the only thing to unsettle her here. There was the Lorellian, Odrygg, and his request drenched in secrecy, Lorellian trading companies in Ashimnian waters, and the supposed danger surrounding Edward and Piper. Jhara was ready to fight in that bar, but she wanted to know what the hell she was fighting for. She didn’t need the whole truth from Edward and Piper, everyone is entitled to their past and their secrets, but she needed to know enough to recognize the danger if it comes. Fortunately, Edward and Piper were honest enough. Jhara’s trust in Edward has grown over their past few conversations. He did, at first, strike her as someone who only knew how to charm and deceive his way through every situation, but he has proved Jhara wrong so far. He has been honest where it counted.

Piper, however, seems to despise the truth. Whether what Piper told them was the whole truth or not, Jhara appreciated that Piper was willing to share anything at all. Piper seemed lost in her own right to Jhara and there was a sense of kinship in that. Or maybe Piper just reminded Jhara of her little sister, and that’s what led to her feeling protective. Who’s to say?

Jhara wasn’t fond of being underground. Odd for a drow, some would say, but unlike her parents, Jhara never knew a world without the sky, without wind, without sun. Being underground only reminded her of what her parents left behind in the Underdark, a world and a culture she did not know. But as the party crawled through the tight tunnel, she was not afraid. Uncomfortable, certainly, but not afraid. Then she heard the telltale rapid breath of panic from behind her. Jericho was panicking. Of course, how could he not? This was tight enough for Jhara. This would be suffocating for Jericho. She could not turn to him to help, she could not reach out, she could only talk him through it. Take a deep breath and let it all out. Deflate yourself. Make yourself small. You are strong. You can do it. And miraculously, he did. They pulled him free and she saw the brief shame on his face. She meant what she said. She wouldn’t tell anyone, but he was brave. Facing a foe you can punch and fight with your own hands is one thing. Facing your own mind is an entirely different fight. Somehow, Jhara took comfort knowing even Jericho, the steadfast giff, got scared sometimes.

Feel free to send me any questions!

#dnd: jhara #dnd #pathfinder #pathfinder 2e #pf2e: Jhara #pirate campaign #character reflection #dead men don’t bite #elf #Cw: claustrophobia #pirate oc #pirate characters #kobold

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NAME: Sianach

RARITY: ★★☆☆☆

THREAT LEVEL: ★★★★☆ | Capable of killing with just a touch, and they’re aggressive. It’s possible to stay out of one’s way, but enlisting a hunter or spellcaster is the best way to kill it.

HABITAT: Like their more mundane cousins, the deer, sianach prefer to live in the woods and meadows away from the hustle and bustle of human life.

DESCRIPTION: Sianach are most readily distinguished from the mundane deer they resemble by their bright red head and antlers. Many people still don’t realize there’s anything supernatural about sianachs until they’re close enough to the creature to get a sense of scale, and notice their set of gleaming white serrated teeth. Sianachs are aggressive, and they can kill by touch alone. They typically hunt by charging people until they’re able to make physical contact, causing their victim to simply drop dead, giving the sianach an easy meal.

Their aggression is often attributed to their carnivorous diet, but they have been known to leave the bodies uneaten, especially if the sianach felt threatened and wasn’t actually hungry. Being close to a sianach can confer an annoying supernatural condition, which causes antlers to grow on someone’s head. These usually fall off within a few days, but the person afflicted with antlers does always seem to be rather cantankerous for those days.

ABILITIES: Swift, agile, and muscular, sianachs share many characteristics with regular deer; they’re merely a little larger in size. However, because sianachs are predatory, they use their light footsteps and speed to hunt down those who wander into the forest. They instantly kill anyone who makes physical contact with them. This fatal contact kills their prey long before their sharp teeth ever have a chance to get you. Their teeth are advantageous for their diet, but don’t seem to contribute to their actual hunts.

WEAKNESS: Because touching or being close to a sianach is deadly or dangerous, the best way to escape one alive is to use ranged weapons or magic to combat the creature. They don’t have any supernatural defenses, so anything that could kill a normal deer can also kill a sianach. But be careful – physical contact with a sianach carcass will still kill, and sianachs take years to decompose. They seem to have some sort of kinship with faun and don’t exhibit any aggression toward them, if they even notice them at all. It’s theorized they can’t tell a faun from another sianach.

OTHER VARIANTS:

White hart (Bone deer): These white deer could easily be mistaken for regular deer displaying leucism. However, they’re larger on average and don’t have the same aggressive temperament as their sianach cousins. They prefer simply eating grasses and other plants in peace. But you still don’t want to approach them. White harts don’t leave fresh bodies behind – they leave skeletons. Any living thing that makes contact with their formidable antlers will have their flesh dissolve from their bones, leaving behind a perfectly pearly skeleton. Despite this danger, many people find white harts beautiful and they’re sometimes seen as a symbol of good luck. No one has ever been able to catch one and some in the supernatural community don’t believe they exist.

#monsters #beast #woods #mountains #meadows #white hart #sianach

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loudterri · 2 years

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Half Elf: Often caught between the worlds of their progenitor races, half-elves are a race of both grace and contradiction. Gnomes have an insatiable need for new experiences that often gets them in trouble. Many gnomes are whimsical artisans and tinkers, creating strange devices powered by magic, alchemy, and their quirky imagination. Gnome: Expatriates of the strange land of fey, these small folk have a reputation for flighty and eccentric behavior. A private and often introverted race, elves can give the impression they are indifferent to the plights of others. Often they use their intrinsic link to nature to forge new spells and create wondrous items that, like their creators, seem nearly impervious to the ravages of time. Dwarves also have a tendency toward traditionalism and isolation that sometimes manifests as xenophobia.Įlf: Tall, noble, and often haughty, elves are long-lived and subtle masters of the wilderness. Known for mining the earth’s treasures and crafting magnificent items from ore and gemstones, they have an unrivaled affinity for the bounties of the deep earth. The following races are the most common in fantasy settings.ĭwarf: These short and stocky defenders of mountain fortresses are often seen as stern and humorless. By exploring the cultures and traditions of a character’s race, we can better understand where she comes from and what makes her tick, thus immersing ourselves that much deeper in the campaign world. In the spires of their forest cities, elves find a kinship with nature, as the great trees are some of the few non- elven friends who won’t grow old and wither before their eyes. From their deep halls beneath craggy mountains, dwarves sing mournful ballads that teach children of the heroes of old, helping them dream of the day when they might give their own lives in the stronghold’s defense. Yet there’s so much more to race than that. To some players, choosing a race is simply a matter of finding which racial modifiers best fit a character’s class. After all, most people know the basics: dwarves are short, elves live a long time, and gnomes are dangerously curious. Race is an important part of what makes characters who they are, yet it’s often all too easy to gloss over the details. Both fit comfortably within the theme of half-orc, but come off as very different characters around the game table. A savage and bloodthirsty half-orc who lives only for battle is fun to play, but so is a stern and conflicted half-orc paladin constantly struggling to keep her bloodlust in check. This is true whether you play to or against the stereotypes. A race’s traits, its history, its relations with other races, and the culture that all of these things imply-all of these frame your character. Yet since both biology and culture are mutable-especially when one considers the powerful forces of magic-racial traits can be so diverse that two elves can be extremely different while still manifesting aspects of their shared heritage and culture. Race mixes biology and culture, then translates those concepts into racial traits. It both provides a starting point for character creation and sets the tone for a character as it progresses. Prey)Age of Mythology now works with more than two players with the new network systemImproved layout of Games tab of PreferencesFinally worked around OS issues with automatically detecting gamesFixed a rare bug with rejoining the same game without leaving the room ChangesĪdded support for multiple players behind a single internet connection joining the same external game hostAdded a special firewall-mode to prevent outside users joining some games (eg.In fantasy roleplaying games, race is fundamental. However gamers need to make sure that they have lots of available space available on their computer in order to run and use GameRanger fully.Īdded support for multiple players behind a single internet connection joining the same external game hostAdded a special firewall-mode to prevent outside users joining some games (eg.

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Do you have any quotes on languages/mother tongue?

"But language is wine upon his lips."

— Virginia Woolf, from 'Jacob's Room'

"We speak as persons because we desire to disclose ourselves to each other and to share our experiences, not because we must, but because we enjoy sharing them. When we genuinely speak, we do not have the words ready to do our bidding; we have to find them, we do not know exactly what we are going to say until we have said it, and we say something new that has never been said in exactly the same way before. This means that, even if the speaker and listener use the same language, they both have to translate, for no two persons speak their mother-tongue in exactly the same way."

"Let me finish, as I began, with language. Whatever his duties as a citizen, a poet, qua poet, has only one political duty. Everything he writes must be a model example of the correct and subtle use of his mother tongue, which is always in danger of being corrupted by journalism and the mass media. I call this political because, when words lose their meaning, physical force takes over."

— W. H. Auden, from 'The Complete Works of W. H. Auden: 1969-1973'

"Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire."

— Roland Barthes, from ‘A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments’, tr. Richard Howard

"[...] man would inhabit a magical world in which the image of an object, the emotion it aroused and the word signifying it were all identical, a world where past and future, the living and the dead were united. Language in such a world would consist only of proper names which would not be words in the ordinary sense but sacred syllables, and, in the place of the poet, there would be the magician whose task is to discover and utter the truly potent spell which can compel what-is-not to be."

"Any one who attempts to translate from one tongue into another will know moods of despair when he feels he is wasting his time upon an impossible task but, irrespective of success or failure, the mere attempt can teach a writer much about his own language which he would find it hard to learn elsewhere. Nothing else can more naturally correct our tendency to take our own language for granted. Translating compels us to notice its idiosyncrasies and limitations, it makes us more attentive to the sound of what we write and, at the same time, if we are inclined to fall into it, will cure us of the heresy that poetry is a kind of music in which the relations of vowels and consonants have an absolute value, irrespective of the meaning of the words."

— W. H. Auden, from 'The Dyer's Hand and Other Essays'

"I dream of a language whose words, like fists, would fracture jaws."

— E. M. Cioran, from 'The New Gods', tr. Richard Howard

"In no other language than in our beloved German mother tongue could Nature have revealed her most secret workings."

— Heinrich Heine, quoted in ‘The Complete Works of W. H. Auden: 1969-1973’

"so many languages have fallen / off of the edge of the world / into the dragon's mouth. some / where there be monsters whose teeth / are sharp and sparkle with lost / people. lost poems. who / among us can imagine ourselves / unimagined? who / among us can speak with so fragile / tongue and remain proud?"

— Lucille Clifton, The Book of Light; 'here yet be dragons'

"Language always betrays us, tells the truth when we want to lie, and dissolves into formlessness when we would most like to be precise."

— Jeanette Winterson, from 'Sexing the Cherry'

"Inventing a private language, each time we love. The codified speech of lovers."

— Joyce Carol Oates, from 'Blonde'

"I feel a strong kinship for anything German. I think that it is the most beautiful language in the world, and whenever I meet anyone with a German name or German traits, I have a sudden secret warmth."

— Sylvia Plath, from ‘The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956’

"Nothing like love to put blood / back in the language,"

— Margaret Atwood, True Stories; from ‘Nothing’

"I don’t know every language in the world—maybe if I knew Sanskrit and Chinese I would think differently—but there’s something about Greek that seems to go deeper into words than any modern language. So that when you’re reading it, you’re down in the roots of where words work, whereas in English we’re at the top of the tree, in the branches, bouncing around. It was stunning to me, a revelation. And it continues to be stunning, continues to be like a harbor always welcoming. Strange, but welcoming."

— Anne Carson

"And what words do between themselves—couplings, matings, hybridizations—is genius. An erotic and fertile genius."

— Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts; from ‘Writing Blind: Conversation with the Donkey’, tr. Eric Prenowitz

"Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head, warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood."

— Carol Ann Duffy, The World’s Wife; from ‘Little Red-Cap’

"Language, n. The music with which we charm the serpents guarding another’s treasure."

— Ambrose Bierce, from 'The Unabridged Devil's Dictionary'

#compilations #language #mother tongue

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NAME. Vincent Corvin AGE & BIRTH DATE. 32 & October 24th, 1989 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Spirit Genasi OCCUPATION. Owner of Acheron FACE CLAIM. Oliver Jackson-Cohen

BIOGRAPHY

( tw: death, sacrifice, murder ) Under the waning crescent, a boy was born. Above the healer’s quarters the moon streamed dimly through the windows— the waxy glow was nearly swallowed by the dark and those who stood around called it an omen. He was something beautiful, with wisdom in his viridescent gaze and features rounded in fat that match those that sit sharply on his mother’s face. He’ll become just like her, they whisper around him and the words fill the room with a buzz like the swarming of flies. It is from her grip that they wrestled the child from, (it is possessiveness and not anything maternal that brought him close to her chest) and they allow her to place one mark upon the infant, the last tie between mother and son before she was once again banished. She gave him the name Vincent, and he bears the mark like Cain’s— for the child of a genasi being raised within the confines of a coven will never be given free reign, not when the ground where her ties to Hecate were severed stayed pitted and glassy with obsidian.

He’ll become just like her, the phrase is pressed to his skin as he grows older, as steady as a heartbeat and it lingers as an echo. They never tell him her name, but just that as a witch she had bared the same gifts: a touch that brought forth flame and the ability to draw and manipulate emotions of those around him. Vincent, who was smaller than the rest, but whose elbows mercilessly brought blood from noses that got too close and who scrabbled against the earth like a wild animal until he was pulled apart by the witches who had adopted him. It was with a wide berth from the others that he grew, treated as though he was something dangerous: a molotov instead of a boy, and with a loose-tooth smile, he became as volatile as they feared him to be.

Flame came with ease, he could manipulate even the wettest of tinder to spit out smoke and then catch. Buildings and trees licked up with the element, fire is something hungry and ferocious, but Vincent was a child whose appetite would never be sated, he was always starving. Destruction was enjoyable but he found that he revelled further in aftermath. Walking through the shell of a building, around timbers that stood shakily holding up what remained of a roof, his fingers were always stained black with soot. He carried charcoal in his pockets and admired the shadowy parts that others were so afraid of. Consequence came, but an empath never bears the true weight of his crimes, not when he could manipulate hard spirits and soften wicked tempers with the twist of emotion. It made him slyer, and far more cunning than any child should be. They called him Saint and they meant it as an insult, but his grin was too wide and too bright to be tarnished— the irony amused him and he adopted it for himself.

They thought that he would become like his mother, a woman whose name had been struck from every record and who had been banished completely— and he grew obsessed with her story. She had been a prodigious witch, Saint knew that much, a star pupil with a special interest in lore and ancient history. It had been her research that had filled the coven library with so many books of species that had long died out, or were so rare that they were believed to be gone. He spent hours there, pouring over texts on pages that were yellowed and musty with age, feeling a tie to her as he drew his fingers along the handwritten notes in the margin and committed ancient texts to memory.

It was obsessive, his desire to learn and be the best, he practiced spells and enchantments, he strengthened his tie to his element as he grew older, settling into the belly of a fire while those around him in the coven watched him warily. Saint learned how to manipulate smoke, to carry ill will out into the air with flakes of ash and to make lye out of what remained from his casual destruction. It was his fascination with inflicting harm that worried the witches around him the most, but perhaps not so much as how he delighted at revelling in the heart of his destruction. He grew from a wicked boy to a wicked teenager, a bad seed— but as he began to read more of the writings in the coven library and more of the spells, those who had known his mother declared him a spitting image of her: and all efforts to have rehabilitated the witch were considered a failure.

How strange it was then, to be ousted from a coven for a crime that he had yet to commit. A fire witch still, albeit quite a powerful one, he had yet to learn all that he wished before beginning the ritual. His mother had to be found, and despite the fact that he was certain she had no love for a child abandoned he thought of himself as deserving of answers— if there was anyone to know how to cleanly sever the tie between Hecate and himself, it would be the one woman he knew had done so before. The witch began to wander, careless and cruel, toying with fire that licked down fields of dried grass and devastated livelihoods. A whole town fell to ruin at the flick of an errant spark and they blamed it upon devils and gods with power over lightning and he laughed at the idea that it was someone more angelic, someone wielding the name Saint.

Along the way he learned more, picking up spells and artifacts, toying with dark magic and seeking out answers to find the fire genasi. He didn’t know her name, just that they shared a matching steely gaze and penchant for flame. There were hints along the way, books in places with notes in her handwriting, suggestions for how to perform the ritual and how to appease and appeal to Thanatos. Hecate had done little for him in his life, being a witch had felt like an unjust punishment; a cruel experiment in nature versus nature that had yielded the same, unsatisfactory result. They had treated him as though he was something to be feared, and he had become it.

It was too late when he had found his mother. All leads had taken him to Spain, where he sat in sunny patches with grimoires and spell books, reading about a place in Greece that his mother had noted several times— a place of power that housed the magic veil, it was called Corinth and she had found it important, but it seemed, as he walked into the home that he had finally discovered to be hers, she had never made it there. It was a vampire that greeted him with a face just like his, stalled in time and visually as old as he was— his mother had had her life and her magic stolen, and in turn become something parasitic.

And yet, a boy who had always sought out his mother felt relieved that she still existed, and she was relieved that he had his name still. Her own was Victoire, and to lose magic after all the sacrifices that she had endured to get it would kill her, this she admitted by her son’s ear and he realized then that it wasn’t their appearances that was the binding element between them, but their hungry desire for power. Still, she offered him everything she knew about the ritual that he wished to partake in. An oblation had to be made, Hecate gave her gifts out freely and that was why they were watered down, but Thanatos required blood— true magic required sacrifice. With her words ringing in his ear, she banished him from her home: genasi were not creatures that craved kinship from their own kind and vampires cared little for the survival of their children, and Victoire was both.

The ritual would be done in spring, in the place that he had been born. A cruel heart held the dark desire for symbolism, to be remembered in the coven that he had begun his life in ways that would be seared into their history. Saint Corvin would be a devil’s name, and it would be spat in the dark and it would be used to scare those who grew too bold in shadows. Vengeance existed in the form of three witches stolen from their beds, manipulated and tricked to follow projected cries into the woods— they had thought themselves about to be heroes, to save a child that needed them, and instead they walked into a trap. Saint chose the crater that his mother had performed her own ritual in, finding strength in the stone that was black and shiny like glass, summoning forth the god as blood beaded on pale throats like rubies, before spilling down the fronts of white night gowns.

Thanatos answered the call, then from Corinth bay, magic disappeared from the world. Devastated and utterly human, Saint spent the duration of the few weeks of the veil’s sundering in rage. He deserved more, he had nearly closed his hands around the throat of what he believed to be the ultimate of gifts and in turn life had throttled out what strength he had left in him. There was no spell in the world, no incantation that would repair what had been done, blood stained his hands and he cared little about it, baring his teeth and pressing forth to spill more. The coven lay in ruins and it was then that Daphnis reached into time and pulled the hands back, putting him in front of Thanatos, a god pleased with the sacrifice, with the witch before him— and he was gifted with an element that was entirely his own.

Saint, a man who was more attuned to smoke, drawn to ash and smoulder over the brightness of fire, who longed to toy with shadow, was given not only the dark strength of a genasi but that of a spirit genasi. It would be shadows and spirits that he held claim over, and he greedily thanked the god that had awarded him such an ability, stumbling from the destruction and death that he had left behind to sift into shadow. Promptly razing the coven of his birth followed, and death has followed him in a trail as he has made his way through Europe, finding footing now in Corinth Bay, home of the veil and the epicentre of power. As a genasi he seeks several thing above all: more power, infamy, and life immortal. He is still toying with his new abilities, testing the boundaries and stretching to new limits, but every day with teeth bared in a wicked, hungry smile, he lives to his infallible motto. Carpe omnia; seize everything.

PERSONALITY

+ focused, daring, intelligent – calculating, deceitful, venomous

PLAYED BY SAM. EST. She/Her.

#male #taken #genasi #oliver jackson cohen #vincent corvin

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Hospitality: A Shadowgast Fanfic

I saw a post on tumblr about what would happen if a vampire and a fairy met up for dinner and my brain went HEY HOW ABOUT THAT BUT SHADOWGAST. So, happy early Halloween! I hope you all enjoy!

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“Where are you going?” Essek’s brother Verin asked of him. In the darkness and flickering candle light, music slipped through the cracks of the manor house. Women and men flitted between rooms like phantom, mouths dripping with jabs and laughter and gossip-obscured by masks and veils and whatever costumes had caught their fancy. There was the clink of glasses and the tap of shoes, as the normally mausoleum quiet home was filled with activity. Essek was dressed simply in black, having long ago tossed aside his mask. He had no such use for these things-and he had hoped to slip out of the party without someone noticing. He apparently had no such luck.

“Does it matter?” Essek asked, dawning his cloak and fixing his satchel.

“You always disappear at times like this,” Verin groaned, sounding resigned to his fate regardless. “You haven’t even fed tonight.”

“Please, as if I could have much of an appetite watching Mother seduce her fifth husband in ten years,” Essek said, jabbing his thumb towards the ballroom. Verin cringed sympathetically and Essek sighed. “I am just going out to get some fresh air and actually enjoy my All Hallow’s Eve. I’ll be back before morning-no one will even miss me.”

“What should I tell them if they ask where you went,” Verin asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I got eloped,” Essek said flatly, before leaving without allowing his brother to get another word in edgewise. He shook off the unpleasantness with a shudder as he quickly made his way down the path and past the line of carriages-quickly garbing himself in the shadows themselves to slip unseen past the footmen, and the servants, and the couples who had found dark corners for the clandestine meetings. He didn’t pay any of them any mind, after all, he had his own appointment to keep that night as he hurriedly found his path and headed into the woods. Essek didn’t enjoy the outdoors, but, it was worth the brief discomfort to make his appointment for that night. After all, there were only four times a year when he could.

The forest was dark, its branches reaching up into the sky like long twisting fingers that grabbed onto the blanket of fog and refused to let it go. Brambles caught at the edges of Essek’s cloak as he delved deeper into it’s dark recesses-past the crumbling gravestones marked with the long forgotten dead, past the brook that bubbled with water that was pitch black in the deep night and the slick river-stones, past even the forgotten cottage that sagged into the earth like a long forgotten husk. None of that scared him, after all, how could he be scared if he was one of the horrors that haunted this forest? There was little threat to be had from a drifting shade or will o'wisp-not when Essek was walking willingly to one of the forest’s deepest secrets on the night of greatest danger. The danger was worth the reward in Essek’s eyes.

Essek came to the fairy ring, the innocuous circle of mushrooms that sprouted between the hollow trunks of two dead trees. Essek barely paused before stepping foot into it. The moment he did, reality shifted and refracted like falling through a slightly cracked mirror. He almost lost balance but caught himself before he did. The forest was the same but even more vibrant-the shadows darker, the sounds louder, the sky pulsing with a violet hue. He heard the distant sound of merry-making and laughter-screams and howls-but the echoes didn’t quite carry weight. After all, those who were not invited could not enter the domain of another in the Feywild. Beyond was a line of trees-with light flickering from beyond. Essek quickly dusted himself off to the best of his ability, fixed the satchel on his shoulder before stepping through to the other side.

Beyond the trees and the darkness was drenched in the colors of autumn, so bright that Essek needed to take a moment or two to allow his unaccustomed eyes time to focus. Jack-o-laterns glowed with their craggy faces open in grins-clearly having been carved with an astute attention to detail, while fat golden candles dripping with wax were affixed to the branches of trees set on fire with red and gold and yellow leaves. Clusters of dandelions and marigolds popped up from between twisting roots, and a stream bubbled a merry welcoming tune. Spiderwebs glimmered with dew and waved like drapes, and then appearing amongst the leaves and light a cat looked up at him and meowed in greeting.

“Happy All Hallow’s Eve,” Essek greeted, knowing better than to be rude as he bent down and offered his hand to the cat. The cat moved in and pressed his head to his fingers, questing for attention and pets and happy to receive them. “Is your Master in?”

The cat, who Essek knew was named Frumpkin, gave another meow before turning and trotting off beyond the trailing vines of a willow. Essek followed suit, pushing beyond that and seeing a banquet table set up in the clearing-filled with food that would have been irresistible for the senses...for a creature unlike him. Instead the more tantalizing thing was the books-the bookshelves carved into trunks of trees and into stones-magical crystals that buzzed and whirled caught by the wind. Crystal cases of scrolls and maps and other oddities that shimmered and shifted in their contents as you looked. Sitting at a smaller table, with a book open upon it was the one that Essek had been seeking. The Master of this domain was dressed finely, clad in robes of ember and ash. He looked up, eyes a dark blue-flitted with vibrant shocks of gold and violet as the light caught them. His features were strong and striking-ears long and hair curls of flame and braided through with leaves and blooming chrysanthemum. He smiled in pleasure at the sight of him, reaching out fingers darkened as if by soot and glowing with cracks of gold magic.

“Happy All Hallow’s Eve,” the master of this slice of the feywild greeted. “I was wondering if I would see you again.”

“I, of course, would never pass up the opportunity...so long as you’ll invite me in,” Essek said, remaining on the edge of the space. The barrier between him and the fae pulsed and stretched taut over Essek’s skin. The fae smiled a sharp knowing smile.

“Of course,” he said. “You are welcome here, and are owed all of my hospitality.”

Essek felt the barrier give, and allowed him into the space. Though, he knew better to think it came without strings. After all, hospitality was its own protection for something of his kind. Essek sat in the empty seat at the table-the one that had been clearly prepared for this visit. Essek didn’t touch the glass of mulled wine that had been poured and that filled the air with heady spice.

“It has been months since our last talk,” Essek said, pulling out the three tomes that he had brought along. “And I couldn’t help but continue to think about our conversation from last time.”

“Ah, yes, about the use of transmutation magic to permanently change the form of another,” the fey said, eyes flashing excitedly.

“I was wondering if you would like to look at these,” Essek said, offering the tomes. “As they could be a great aid to our discussion. I scoured libraries and many shops in search of them, they were quite a rare find.”

“Are you intending this as a gift?” His tone was curious, and he trailed his fingers along the edge of the closest spine with a gentle sweep.

“Of course not,” Essek said. “Nor a favor. But instead, it is something I wish to share with you given freely.”

“Very clever,” he laughed, tapping his fingers in rhythms of three. “I appreciate your diligence on such things.”

“These nights we share I hold close to my heart, I wouldn’t wish for you to feel obligated to pay back a favor,” Essek explained.

“A gift for a gift I would repay,” he said, hand catching Essek’s. The heat of it nearly singed Essek’s cold flesh, and Essek was half sure he would pull his hand away and find it scorched. The fey turned his hand over though instead, thumb running along the veins of Essek’s wrist. “If you would allow me...if you would give me your name.”

“You may not have my name, you may call me Essek,” he reminded him.

“Stingy,” the fey hummed, sounding humored. “You are too brilliant by half, my friend.”

“And what shall I call you tonight?” Essek asked him in turn.

“You may call me Caleb,” he said, tilting his head to the side as if listening to the name for a moment. He appeared to be satisfied with the sound. “Yes, Caleb will suffice.”

“Then, shall we Caleb?” Essek said, motioning to the books.

The following time-though time was a strange slippery thing in the Feywild, was spent in deep conversation and sharing brilliant realizations. Every time he met Caleb like this, he wondered how he had gone on before. The first time he had stumbled upon this place and the master of it, he had been confused and defensive-but despite their differences they shared a kinship that Essek had never known among any of his kind. Others in his coven were hoarders of valuables, owing to centuries of gathering wealth. But he hadn’t ever met a person who valued knowledge as much as Caleb-who delighted in magic for magic’s sake. As they continued, Caleb spoke about his friends-other denizens of the Feywild or regular visitors. Essek only could make the trek to this place when the veil was the weakest four times a year, owing to his nature. But Caleb delighted in telling stories of his companions, the comings and goings of his adventures. Those seemed to just fuel his creativity, and he shared with Essek a host of spells he had created since their last meeting. Essek had met Caleb’s friends all at various points when he had visited Caleb, and somehow they were nearer and dearer to him than his coven who interacted daily with him. Caleb’s life was full of movement and activity, which was fitting for him. Essek supposed that was the difference of their immortality. Essek didn’t mind his undeath, nor did the particulars of his situation bother him. But despite having a coven, he was a solitary creature by nature as most of his sort were. After all, his kind could claim they were of high society, but there were no debates or agreements to resolve bad blood. Instead they would claw each other’s guts out at the slightest show of weakness.

Finally though they came to a natural ebb where Caleb stretched much like a cat, and Essek watched the lines of his figure with a pang in his stomach. His body seemed determined to remind him that he, indeed, hadn’t fed yet that night. He, of course, could go a while without feeding. But it was difficult to remember that when looking at Caleb.

“Is there anything I can get for you, I would hate to be neglectful of my duties as your host,” he said, nodding his head over to where the spread of food lay-piping hot soups and roasted duck with golden skin and cakes frosted with sumptuous frosting. “Perhaps something to eat?”

Cheeky bastard, Essek thought as he resisted the urge to bite the inside of his own cheek. The taste of his own blood would do nothing but make it worse. Caleb had noticed.

“As much as I appreciate the offer, I must decline,” Essek said stiffly. “Food like that doesn’t appeal to me.”

“The intricacies of your peculiar state,” Caleb said, with a knowing blink-much like a cat.

“There is something you could offer me,” Essek said, standing up and throwing caution to the wind. He pressed his hands to the arms of Caleb’s chair, feeling a dark thrill at being taller than him for once, seeing the way that Caleb’s head turned up to give Essek a purposeful view of his neck. Essek could feel his fangs begin to ache at the sight of pale-freckled skin and blue-violet spider-web veins-the perfume of his scent like fragrant wood set to smoke and the charge of golden-honey magic. “If you were to give it freely, to nourish and sustain me. Certainly no one would doubt your capabilities as a host and I would be so very grateful.”

“Ay, there’s the rub my dearest friend,” Caleb chuckled, eyes dark with longing and crinkling with humor, allowing Essek to move down and finally-finally begin pressing kisses to his neck-the taste of him nearly throwing him into a frenzy. But he held back, the dark hunger that boiled over in his body contained by the skin of his teeth. “This game we play would still be at a stand still.”

“How so,” Essek asked, kissing the junction of his jaw, pepping kisses as he slid his fingers along the edge of Caleb’s shirt.He wanted to feel more, taste more. After all he was a selfish creature not used to denying himself anything, but denying himself of this was the sweetest torture he could imagine. After all, it would make savoring it all the sweeter.

“If you feed from me, I belong to you and I would have to follow you. But by consuming within my domain, you belong to me and you would have to stay here forever,” Caleb said, catching Essek’s face between his hands. He brought their mouths together for a bruising hungry kiss, smoldering with desire that ran so hot that Essek couldn’t help the growl at the back of his throat. Neither of them needed to breathe-not really, but Essek pulled back so that he could settle his mind and thoughts on the matter.

“I want you to come with me,” Essek said, his whole heart poured out for Caleb to see.

“And I want you to stay,” Caleb told him with just as much conviction. “So it appears we are at an impasse.”

“It appears we are, my friend,” Essek said, curling a lock of Caleb’s hair around his finger and then tucking it behind his ear.

“And out of time,” Caleb said, standing up at full height. He kissed Essek again with a tenderness that Essek had only ever been given by him. Essek stood there and let it wash over him like the heat from a gently minded hearth. Caleb’s hands traced down his spine and settled at his hips, as if once again mapping him for his memories as Essek savored this moment for all it was worth. Eventually Caleb pulled away. “The veil begins to thicken, and the night draws to an end. I would not have you hurt, so I must bid you goodbye.”

“And so we part...but only for a little while,” Essek said, taking Caleb’s hands again.

“My friends and I will make flower crowns again for the winter,” Caleb said with a hum. Frumpkin twined at his feet purring with affection. “Lavender roses perhaps. Shall I expect you?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Essek said, kissing Caleb’s hands one last time before they parted. They shared one final look. I love you, Essek wanted to say. I love you, I would stay for you, I would remain here for you. But he knew better to lie to a fey. There was some part of his heart that was still selfish-and though he did want to stay and he did love him...he also couldn’t give up the world outside. Not with all the things he could continue to learn and discover there. One day he would figure out a way to have both, but until then, this would need to be enough.

And so Essek left the grove with his books tucked safely in his satchel. He slipped back through the fairy ring. He didn’t once look back, knowing that if he spared a single look he would be bound to that place and run back into Caleb’s arms and stay there. He walked past the trees, past the graveyard, and all the way back to the manor he called home. He slipped down the stairs, down to the basement where the sun wouldn’t reach it’s clawing fingers to wrench him from his slumber. He still felt it though-the moment the sun began to rise above the horizon. With it, the chance of that beautiful and terrifying future faded away yet again.

And so Essek settled down in his coffin, slipping into the dark recesses of a dreamless breathless sleep-with the last thought in his mind being a kiss.

#critical role fanfic #critical role #shadowgast #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #halloween fic #vampire!essek #fey!caleb

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dramionediscussion · 3 years

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I read the recent post about divination, and now I have some serious doubts. Like did I misunderstood entirely what the whole divination thing canonically is? I’ve read books couple of times, seen movies once, but it’s been awhile. I’ve read a small library of fanfics (99% Dramione), so I am no way a HP canon-lore expert. But that post left genuinely puzzled, like how does it go canonically? Was Hermione basically right or not? I would be grateful, if someone could either correct or confirm, whether my understanding of HP canon is true or not, please! As I understood it, divination sort of is “real”, but in a quite nuanced way, and that Trelawney’s class didn’t (and probably couldn’t) teach “true divination”, and it was a waste of time for students wishing to learn that skill. Certain people simple are “true seers”, and this clairvoyance ability cannot be acquired or learned (at least in a controlled or widely understood way). It was heavily hinted at, that the talent is in-born, and possibly entirely hereditary, or at least considerably so (the reason for Trelawney’s job interview was that she was related to a famous seer). Although, it’s also implied that astromancy is an exception, and via astronomy even those who are not seers can foresee future events to some degree (though it seems there’s large qualitative difference between these predictions and those made by “true seers”. Astromancy seems to be predicting very generalized trends, instead of specific events or happenings of individual people). However, this is more an impression one gets by the gravitas and dignity granted to Firenze and centaurs contra Trelawney (I think, Firenze did make accurate predictions, but they were so board and vague, thus is not clear whether they were just educated guesses or true foresight). If I recall no true predictions are made by any other method (Trelawney taught and practiced at least cartomancy, tasseomancy, and crystallomancy. Maybe also chiromancy and some others, which I don’t remember atm). More than that, it seems that true prophecies are not produced via any method, but rather received uncontrollably and involuntarily without any conscious effort or will. All this leaves many open questions and a lot of room for quite different interpretations. The only seer we see in a great detail is Trelawney, and it’s not clear whether her circumstances were universally applicable or just particular to her. Like, do all true seers make their predictions by falling into an uncontrollable trance, or do some of those methods work for some other seers at least? Can this talent be cultivated or honed in any way? Can one manipulate circumstances for receiving these predictions? At least some portion of the wizarding world seems to believe, that divination is accessible to basically anybody, because the ministry approves teaching of it, and there’s learning material and curriculum beyond Trelawney. Though, the ministry seems to treat reading tealeaves different from true seers’ predictions, which are gathered and organized in by the department of mysteries, unlike Harry’s or Ron’s schoolwork. There’s also a faint possibility that some form of milder divination is possible (something like predicting whether you will have a good day at the work by reading tarot cards), and Trelawney was just incompetent at teaching it. Existence of true seers doesn’t exactly logically contradict existence of lesser divination by non-seers. Still, the view that the only real divination is by done true seers (and possibly astromancy) seems to be canonically most likely, or the one JKR tried to convey. These other forms of divinations and omens are just wizarding superstitions some believe, including at least partly the ministry itself (like do the wizengamot or ministers consult diviners before making decisions. Or is it taught simply due a political inertia, like some atavistic custom or tradition from the past. Or perhaps divination is not there to teach the art, but to screen for potential seers from the youth). I think, Hermione did acknowledge fairly early that there are true predictions, by true seers (at least I don’t think she ever objected when the whole chosen one prophecy was brought up, and she seemed to treat the affair with a total sincerity). Even if Trelawney was mostly a fraud, and her class a waste of time (my canonical understanding), and she was right in her criticism. It might not still be the real reason she quit the class, or it could’ve been at least only partial reason. If we imagine a different turn of events, and let’s say that Trelawney would’ve taken an instant liking to her, and praised her efforts and rewarded her with approval and good grades. Would’ve she dropped the course anyway, or rationalized herself believing truthiness and benefits of Trelawney’s class? Would her general opinion about divination change, if she was admired and accepted by her female peers, instead of ignored and shunned? As I interpret Hermione’s character, it’s impossible to give a good answer to that, because in the canonical version the truth about Trelawney and divination in general is also both socially and emotionally convenient to Hermione. Being a multidimensional character, it’s very hard to say, how she would act in different circumstances, or what are all factors, which possibly influence her behavior and choices. I think, it’s a fair characterization to say that she clearly prices truth and objectivity in knowledge, beyond simple social or emotional utility. She pursues knowledge and truth at least partly for her own curiosity, pleasure and integrity. In the other hand, it’s also true that she places a great importance and trust on authorities and she can be extremely authoritarian in knowledge (though her hierarchy is not exactly the official authority like the ministry, or the Daily Prophet, but this informal community of wizarding experts and academics who produce the books she loves, relies and trusts so much. And of course Dumbledore and Mcgonagall, and other exemplary Light side wizards and witches). She craves attention, praise and acceptance and recognition of not only authorities and the wider wizarding world, but also those around her. I don’t think, there’s plausible answer for that, if she had a serious internal conflict between those two different sides of her personality. Canonically there’s no conflict, and her course is relatively clear on the matter. I would rate both outcomes in the case of conflict equally likely. That she would’ve continued divination, if she was “good” at it, and also that she would’ve dropped it, because her academic integrity. There are situations in which, she socially and personally inconveniences herself greatly, like telling Mcgonagall about the Firebolt, but it’s not exactly comparable, because she also believed that Harry could’ve been in a mortal danger. Besides, even if there was exactly comparable situation canonically, people are not always consistent on their priorities, and they might sometimes act quite differently in almost exactly similar situations. Personally I am quite conflicted about JKR’s whole “Hermione is not like the other simpering girls”-bit. In most situations, when it raises its head, I find it quite infuriating (especially with her appearance). Often it is just a desperate and egotistical way to promote oneself, and denigrate feminine traits and behavior. In the other hand, I’ve witnessed this happening in my own life (not to myself, but to people around me). Not a gender dysphoria or anything, but more like tomboys and girls who simply were not interested in things almost all other girls in their age-group were, and they got heavily ostracized and bullied for that by majority of girls. I can understand that certain women genuinely feel like that, and kind of objectively are not like other girls (in good and ill), and have issues with female friendships and female peer-groups. It’s hard to say how common that is, but also I don’t like this idea of trying meme into reality that all women are automatically natural friends and allies with each other, and that the fiction should also reflect this. Or that only reason why this isn’t so, is some outdated beliefs or cultural practices, which can be easily remedied by simple education. Frankly, I don’t think it’s real to that extent, and trying to pretend it is, will lead to harmful outcomes for women, who will go in their lives trusting in it. Women do have shared interests as women, and there’s shared commonalities with other women, which are not shared by men. There’s kind of a sisterhood of mutual understanding and joy in friendships and kinship with other women as women. But in the other hand, there’s also a lot of rivalries and conflicts within the same sisterhood. Still, the way she disparagingly frames Lavender’s and Parvati’s interest in a divination, as silly, superfluous and fake, is more in line with the former approach. It’s rather cheap jab towards astrology and women who enjoy or practice it. It’s hard to know even where to start with that, because women basically never base serious decisions in it. Mostly it provides them a framework and starting point to discuss different temperaments and personality types in people. Also, it’s just a little (harmless) excitement and bringing some enchantment back to the dreary and banal world and mundane routines most people suffer through. Nobody lost their house because of astrology, unlike men’s many astrologies, like cryptocurrency and “beating the markets” investment models and schemes. Besides, interestingly enough there’s some truth to astrology. unlike I-LOVE-SCIENCE midwit sceptic-bros believe :P

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According to the HP WIKIA:

Divination is a subject taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It teaches methods of divining the future, or gathering insights into future events, through various rituals and tools. The magic taught in this class, as well as the ability to say prophetic things is a branch of magic referred to as "divination."

So basically, while yes you have to possess the ability to "see", you as a regular witch or wizard can learn certain skills for divining. (Divining is an actual thing; To divine is the discover something by guesswork or intuition).

The WIKIA also says:

Divination is an elective subject available beginning in a student's third year. Students study a myriad of ways to scry information about the future, including tea dregs, crystal balls, visions, and Astrology and horoscope charts. Other methods of divining the future include smoke patterns, dreams, tarot cards, and the interpretation of prophecies, though the latter is quite rare. Guides and textbooks allow students of Divination to discern or translate what observed symbols intend to mean.

It's like here in the real world, some people believe in these things, others don't. But I think in the magical world, I'll personally will be more likely to believe in these things. And they seem like something kids should be exposed to a bit.

I think the problem was with the teacher. She probably wasn't the best person to teach and introduce these ancient and maybe not so widely used methods to the children. She is seen in the books/movies as bit of a nutjob, but she made that predicition about Voldy and Harry and so Dumbledore hired her to keep close incase she made probably more prophecies. It's funny though, everyone laughs about this subject and mocks it's teacher, but they whole heartedly believe the prophecy because Dumbledore says he believes it. Harry and his friends even broke into the Ministry to find it. So they take his word, but completely disrespects the actual person who made the prophecy in the first place. Makes sense -_-.

Hermione, she is a muggleborn, so of course she immdiately goes with logic and reasoning and science. It must have been hard for her to learn that magic is real and learn about this new world (even if she was excited about it). The thing with other subjects is that the results are immediate. When she casts a spell, it works automatically, it does what she told it to do. When she makes a potion, it looks/smells they way the books said it would and after using it, she sees/feels the effects. Divination isn't like that, you cannot get immediate results. You have to wait years for some things to happen but it may not always since other factors can influence it and completely change it.

So even in this magical world, she still operates with logic and facts and immediate results, just like in the muggle world. That's why it was difficult for her to "get" divination. Add on a rather incompetant teacher, a stressful third year where she overloads herself; it makes sense for her to just call it bullshit and quit. Maybe if the teacher did indeed like her and gave her praises, she may have not left so easily; she gets praises in other subjects and yes it does seem like she craves it. Hermione is incredibly Type A!

JKR admitted to basically modelling Hermione as herself. So if you think that Hermione's character was unnecessarily mean to Lavender and Parvati, JKR wrote it that way, maybe because she herself feels that way about women/girls like that. Should she have done that? No. Many girls loved Hermione, many saw themselves as her. There isn’t many nerdy girls who save the day in movies and shows and books. So reading about Hermione being popular and smart and liked and having awesome friends and saving the world, defeating evil, was amazing! But as an adult, looking back on things, you realise that Hermione is very much a "not like other girls" girl, and not in a good way. She is very condesending especially to other girls or people who are not as smart as her. And that isn't a good message to send to girls who relate to this character. And it tells you a lot about JKR herself (if her twitter didn't already)!

- Lisa

#dramione #submission

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Spawning directly into your inbox, is this week’s talentswapped Myth. It’s Myth, former Ultimate Gamer. Or as the MMO circle calls her, [ATHENA] the Guardian.

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

Being born with both scoliosis and a weak constitution, Myth spent most of her childhood bedridden and homeschooled. In order to entertain their daughter, Myth’s parents decided to gift her with their hand-me-down video game consoles and cartridges, and she managed to beat every single one of those console games with ease, breaking gaming records and forcing her parents to search online for some more games. Eventually, when Myth got her first laptop in her early teen years, she rose to the top of the MMORPG ranks, particularly with the famous MMORPG “Mythology and Mightiness” as [ATHENA] the Guardian. Myth was later accepting into Hope’s Peak for her skills and money earned in gaming competitions, but Myth doesn’t really attend much. Nowadays, Myth is trying her best to come out of her shell and socialize. Let’s just say that Myth encountered some eccentric colorful personalities, both in Mythology and Mightiness and the game’s group chat.

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RELATIONSHIPS

(Note: Because Myth’s never met any of them face to face, this section would only describe the clothes of their online persona.)

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Photographer, aka. [SNAPSHOT] the Grenadier

When ATHENA first joined the servers of Mythology and Mightiness, SNAPSHOT‘s party was the first party that accepted her. Even when the party disbanded later on, ATHENA and SNAPSHOT made quite the dynamic duo, with SNAPSHOT on offense and ATHENA on defense. Whenever SNAPSHOT gets a bit too reckless and goes off to fight bigger foes, ATHENA will always jump in front of Wyre and tank the damage. ATHENA would be lying if she said she didn’t have a slight online crush on SNAPSHOT. SNAPSHOT regularly shares the pictures she took around the world in the game’s group chat, much to IRL!Myth’s envy.

In-Game Outfit: Black vest over a tanned shirt with spiked shoulderpads, black fingerless gloves and matching polish, a camo-colored cannon strapped to her side.

Anon Scar, Ultimate Lucky Student, aka. [KUROBA] the Sorcerer

Myth first encountered KUROBA in the dark and spooky woods that are full of high level enemies. KUROBA then started spamming the messaging boards with dramatic monologues that would be right at home in a shonen anime. KUROBA refers to herself as “The Supreme High Sorceress” and refers to others by equally grandiose titles. It turns out later that she turns the dramatic theatrics off if one of her allies is in danger, being almost like a mother to her allies. ATHENA noticed that KUROBA has spectacularly bad luck when it comes to combat, and she often has to jump in to save her bacon, much to the sorcerer‘s dismay.

In-Game Outfit: A black hooded cape that is held by a green clover amulet, black face mask, sharp black eyeshadow, black fingerless gloves, black vest over a red shirt, torn black pants, black spiked boots.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Mechanic, aka. [TECHNO] the Grenadier

Similar to KUROBA, TECHNO displays parental instincts beyond his age, constantly fretting over his teammates and offers support in times of need. If he sees a foe picking on one of his lower level friends/children, he will not hesitate to blast the foe from a distance. ATHENA and TECHNO bond over their love for technology and dad jokes, constantly exchanging each other some of their best jokes, much to the dismay of certain pun-hating people in the group chat. However, TECHNO seems to be be naive when it comes to modern internet culture and ATHENA tries her best to guide him through her meme and Vine references.

In-Game Outfit: Red armor, golden pauldrons, blue gloves with yellow details, a blue cape with an elaborate gear design on the back, brown goggles on his head, dual guns that are the same color as his outfit.

Fusion Anon II, Ultimate Gymnast, aka. [ROBBIN] the Thief

ATHENA and ROBBIN really make quite the pair when it comes to combat, with ROBBIN‘s speed and ATHENA’s durability being a nice combination to have. They also get along well in the group chat too, often exchanging memes and meme references, much to the confusion of TECHNO and LILAC. But they have an extra-special kinship that no one else in the group chat knows about. Deep down, they both feel like everyone would be disappointed if they found out about the awkward nerd playing the role of the awesome and confident online character, especially since Fusion II became an athlete to hide her nerdiness in the first place.

In-Game Outfit: A Robin Hood-esque hat, a black vest over a white dress shirt, red cape that covers her lower face, black pants, black heeled boots.

Just Anon, Ultimate Musician, aka. [ANON] the Bard

ANON seems to really have something against ATHENA, or anybody older than him, for that matter, for he always attacks his elder party members with his axe guitar and his dark bard magic. ANON regularly makes a point to brag about how edgy, cool and stoic he is, which seems to imply that he has a massive inferiority complex from being constantly underestimated for his class, which might have some basis in real life. However, she eventually found out that ANON has a real soft spot for people younger/weaker than him, such as MUSCLE and ODORI, and ANON was redeemed in ATHENA’s eyes, much to ANON’s dismay.

In-Game Outfit: Black and red dyed hair, smudged black makeup, a cape that’s black on the outside and red on the inside that his held by a pink bunny clasp, the formal wear from his original design, holds a black and red guitar that is also an axe.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Princess, aka. [LUMINA] the Guardian

When ATHENA first encountered a fellow guardian, she was overjoyed. That joy only skyrocketed when LUMINA was revealed to be Sparkle, the crowned princess of the tropical island known as “Lumina”. Myth feels like she doesn‘t deserve to be graced by the presence of a literal princess. Sparkle claims that she wants to make the most of her time, before she gets promoted to being Lumina’s queen and getting swamped with royal responsibilities. Similar to TECHNO, LUMINA isn’t very skilled in the realm of internet slang and culture due to being foreign, which means that ATHENA and ROBBIN have to teach her about it.

In-Game Outfit: Bulky blue armor and gauntlets covered in gemstones, pauldrons, leggings, cape and boots from original design.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Animal Breeder, aka. [YIN] the Ranger, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Reserve Course Student aka. [YANG] the Ranger

ATHENA regularly encounters this cursed duo in random places around the expansive map, and no matter where they are, the two are always prepared to spam her with cursed comments and images and then stealthily leave, as if nothing even happened, with one of YIN’s feather knives being their trademark calling card. Myth expresses annoyance at the duo for giving her even more nightmares than she already has with their unwarranted comments and presence. At least the two regularly remind their party members to get a good night’s rest, but the nightmarish and cursed comments kind of nullify the whole thing in ATHENA’s eyes.

In-Game Outfit: Egg wears a white hooded cloak with black fluff, over a white vest with a black undershirt, white pants, and saddle shoes, and Wet Sock wears the inverse.

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Yakuza, aka. [MUSCLE] the Brawler

Originally from an abusive party, taken advantage of because their passive and gullible nature despite their talent, used purely as dumb muscle and a packmule, ANON quickly saved them from the abuse, and put on an actually helpful team, consisting of himself and ODORI. Upon finding out about MUSCLE’s backstory, ATHENA took pity on the small and probably traumatized child, and wishes for MUSCLE’s previous party to go up in flames or get smite by lightning. Imagine Myth’s surprise when this passive and kind-hearted child turned out to be next in line for one of the biggest yakuza branches in all of the country.

In-Game Outfit: A black vest and a green bandana over a sleeveless white top, wrapped up arms with brass knuckles, black pants and brown steel-toed boots.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Chef, aka. [FLAMBÉ] the Mage

Nerd runs a famous cooking and food critiquing show, in which he is well known for both his temper and his wide range of insults. Imagine the surprise of his fans when they found out that he plays Mythology and Mightiness as FLAMBÉ, the Fire Mage, and happens to be a surprisingly great player. FLAMBÉ would rather not deal with his rabid and simping fanbase and will incinerate the next person with his ultimate attack who even looks in his direction. Usually, the one looking in his direction is ATHENA, who always manages to tank the damage from the fire blast and come back for more.

In-Game Outfit: A brown overcoat, darker brown pants, gold gauntlets and boots, a red cape with fluff that resembles smoke.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Animator, aka. [ROSWELL] the Sorcerer

Now ROSWELL certainly was one enigmatic sorcerer, for he seems to show hostile distrust to just about everybody in this world, particularly when it comes to people on the internet, often accusing them of committing hostile and unspeakable crimes when offline. ATHENA really doesn’t appreciate being accused of doing unspeakable and heinous crimes offline. She is just a bed-ridden sad sack after all. ATHENA only wishes to clear up any and all misunderstandings between her and ROSWELL. To this day, ROSWELL seems to only trust a certain energetic and hyperactive warrior, and will lay his life on the line to protect said warrior.

In-Game Outfit: A purple hooded cloak over copper-colored armor and orange boots and gloves, often carries a staff.

Dream Anon, Ultimate Swordswoman, aka. [TSURUGI] the Warrior

Despite being graceful and unparalleled in real-life swordplay, the same cannot be said for her prowess in video games, for she often requires ROSWELL to teach her the ropes. ATHENA regularly finds herself endeared by this childish, yet well-meaning, warrior, and yearns to take TSURUGI underneath her wing. But ROSWELL just wouldn’t trust his online girlfriend to a possible neckbeard. But TSURUGI trusts ATHENA just fine and views Myth like an older and wiser sister, and they regularly go into an isolated field spar together in order to level grind, much to the fear and paranoia of ROSWELL.

In-Game Outfit: Silver armor with a matching sword in a silver and gold scabbard, a golden headdress with a pink gem in the center.

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Traditional Dancer, aka. [ODORI] the Cleric

What ODORI lacks in gracefulness, levels and combat prowess, she makes up for it in healing prowess and sheer optimism and energy, which helps with her dances in both real life and the game. ODORI is an expert motivator, in both the game and the group chat, especially in her special “Baby Squad”, consisting of her, ANON, and MUSCLE. However, ATHENA can’t help but wonder if ODORI’s player is suffering a similar situation to Myth, and her optimism and energy is merely a facade to cover an anxious and scared little girl. In the meantime, ATHENA tries her best to protect this clumsy and lovable cleric.

In-Game Outfit: Hair in a side plait, a blue qipao-esque top with a yellow flower pattern and detached sleeves, brown pants, yellow boots.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Nurse, aka. [LILAC] the Cleric

Often found hiding behind her good friend, TECHNO, LILAC is timid, yet kind-hearted, often not speaking in the game’s group chat. LILAC usually lets TECHNO do the talking for her. The few times she does choose to talk in the group chat, she uses heavily outdated and verbose vocabulary that only a few people are able to translate. Just like TECHNO and KUROBA, LILAC displays caretaker-like qualities, even if she isn’t in the hospital. LILAC is also the only one who knows about Myth‘s various health complications, often giving Myth tips to help make life a little easier to live.

In-Game Outfit: Basically what Elf!Purple wore.

This series takes place within the game as the Anons interact both here, and in the game’s group chat.

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APPEARANCE

Gamer!Myth has long and unkempt brown hair and bags under her eyes, from various sleepless nights. Gamer!Myth wears a Pikachu onesie, black fingerless gloves, black headphones with the X-Box logo on it, and slippers that resemble Piranha Plants.

ATHENA (not pictured) has long and wavy purple hair in a ponytail, and wears pink and silver armor with black gloves and leggings, and what appear to be small angel wings on the back of the armor.

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PERSONALITY

Because of a combination of her isolated upbringing and chronic nightmares, Gamer!Myth is very skittish and extremely withdrawn, and would be considered a NEET if she didn’t attend an online school. Because she builds up a more lovable persona online to compensate for her low self-image in real life, Gamer!Myth fears that people would be disappointed if they were to find out who the person behind ATHENA is. Luckily for her, in recent years, Gamer!Myth is working to become more confident and see the outside world, once her scoliosis and chronic nightmares get cured, one little baby step at a time. —————————————-—————

I hope you like this new talentswap! I based the plot off of ministarfruit’s V3 MMORPG AU, (I‘d happily recommend that you should check this blog out!). Let me know what you think of this talentswap!

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Hello there.

My name is Lenzie, and well, uh...

I actually don't know how to phrase this, but, as I'm pretty stumped about my three Twisted Wonderland OC's I'd like people to send in questions about them!

I'll accept any and all questions about them, so long as they aren't incredibly inappropriate.

There most basic information, and pretty much all I've come up for them, are listed under their picrews.

And they're all Chibi's because the Chibi picrew had the best selection in my opinion.

Now, without a further ado, here they are!

First up is the Yuuki Cousins! Who, rather regrettably, have been redesigned slightly in that they aren't related, but they still grew up together!

Alongside his lovely co-kidnappee, he's only about sixteen once he ends up in Twisted Wonderland.

This fine gentleman is Yuuki Yuuya, better known as 'Yuu' by his friends, with the added appeal of no one being quite sure if Yuuki or Yuuya is his first name, it's generally assumed Yuuya is, and due to Subaru's last name, people generally reference his last name as Yuuki.

He passes off his everyday fashion as his Dorm Uniform, and Crowley... Can't really contest it, as Ramshackle technically now counts as a dorm...

He's a bit like an over excited puppy, always rushing headfirst into danger and asking questions later, and, is, technically speaking, the real 'MC' of my story, as he is put in Ramshackle with Grim.

He's also a Disney Nerd, and is both completely flabbergasted at his new surroundings and absolutely thrilled.

He also might have a thing about Thorne. Subaru's convinced it's a general 'Cute Bunny' thing, it's not. He's lying. Everything he claims about the situation is a lie.

It's like Agatha and Ortho, the former claims that the latter isn't special to them, and then the latter does the 'smile' thing, and suddenly the former is throwing candy at their creator passive aggressively.

...okay, so maybe it's not like Agatha and Ortho, (and it's definitely not Idia and Agatha because that's a very specific dynamic based on shared pessimism, misanthropy, and what Agatha equates to shared trauma), but nonetheless.

Calls Malleus 'Stranger Danger'.

He also bought a baby sling for Grimm, said Demon-Like-Cat is unamused.

And the other Yuuki attending NRC.

Yuuki Subaru!

Again, like her 'cousin', (it was an easy lie, and at the very least, it guarantees that no one will be loosing their heads over her and Yuu being alone in the same room), she's only about sixteen when they end up in Twisted Wonderland.

She's also incredibly pissed about it.

Subaru, unlike her best friend, is sorted into Pomefiore!

Back home, she was a somewhat small-time up and coming idol... Who was perpetually broke.

She's sorted into Pomefiore on the grounds of her core values... And amusement.

Beyond that, she's a very hard worker and values blunt honesty above all else.

Because she's literally a minute away from decking everyone in the face, and isn't really into keeping up the 'Persona' she had back home unless she's on stage, mostly because there's no point, she's tired, and honestly just wants everyone to shut-up so she can pass out.

She gets along with Leona simply because she feels kinship with the fact that he wants to sleep through most of the day.

Comes up with increasingly weird nicknames for Malleus every time they meet, (first time is Tsunotaro, as is canon, second time is Green-Eye's, third time she's under the genuine impression that his fondness for Thorne means they're related-or dating and calls him Not-Blondie for some reason), infuriates Sebek, amused Lilia, and Thorne is just really... Confused? She wants to say confused.

This is Rista Caspian!

He's the fifth born Prince of the Coral Sea, (and unfortunately NOT the bain of Rielle's school experience at RSA much to his eternal lamentation, fortunately Claire's doing just fine on her own), and a third year at NRC.

He has an adventurous streak a mile wide, and thinks himself something of a troublemaker, even if that's not exactly the truth.

As he's fifth in line for the throne, he doesn't have as many responsibilities as his older brother and and sisters, which freed him to attend NRC on land.

It also resulted in a somewhat... Less than stellar habit of not owning up to his mistakes and a lack of responsibility.

(Also, the entire reason he wasn't picked as Dorm Head? Spite. Pure unfiltered spite. Crowley made one vaguely insulting comment about Queen Minerva and it was war. Tradition be damned.)

His eldest sister, Thea, is the Crown Princess.

In order his siblings are...

Thea, Alan, Renna, Ven, himself, Claire, and Rielle.

Twisted from Ariel's elder sister Arista.

I have a vague idea about his Unique Magic being called 'Siren's Song'.

By the time of Chapter Three, he and Thorne have a weird friendship built on an incident involving them raiding the school kitchen.

And finally, the Disamonia first year, Thorne Brodeur!

The daughter of a very well off family from Pyroxene, and completely human... Er, maybe.

She's a very skittish and quiet young woman who ended up face planting against the Mirror when Subaru and Yuu rushed into the ritual chamber.

Thorne was good friends with Neige LeBlanche as a small child, but eventually, (purposely), fell out of touch with him once his career took off as her father started to push for a much... Different relationship afterwards, she straight up disappears during Chapter Five because of this, and no one can find her. NO ONE.

No one's quite sure what that says about her usual efforts to disappear.

She really doesn't know why she ended up in Disamonia, but Lilia seems endlessly amused by it, and everyone else is vaguely confused.

She's twisted from the Spindle that pricked Aurora's finger.

Her Unique Magic, as it is currently, so far has the working title of 'Wicked Lullaby'.

A good chunk of her hair gets lopped off during Leona's Overblot, and Lilia ends up in evening it out, and to Sebek's eternal frustration, she starts taking after Floyd on how to wear her uniform more casually...

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland mc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland questions #the little mermaid #the little mermaid arista #sleeping beauty #spindle #arista #octanivelle #Disamonia #Ramshackle #twisted wonderland grim #Thorne took one look at Vil and vaulted over a staircase #Rista and Thorne have an incredibly weird friendship

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