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opinionsaremagic · 13 days ago

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rewatching ever after high because my evil ex ruined it for me

Part Eleven: Wonderland Chaos

keepin' today's intro short and sweet because today we're doing way too wonderland, a netflix special

four 24 minutes episodes... an HOUR AND A HALF of content

Color coded references as per usual: Disney, MLP, Descendants comparison, My terrible Ever After High OC Tiffany Truffula, Evil Ex, This Seems a Little Gay

"Card Tricks"

- extended intro my beloved

- I realized just now that Ever After High doesn't have grade progression like a normal high school. Freshmen, sophomores? Nope. One big class.

- Having said that, Sparrow Hood would be the super senior who just. Won't. Leave.

- However, the "where my hug at" guy is not Sparrow. It's Daring by a long shot

- does the animation look different or am i tripping

- it's like less frames per second maybe? i don't know

- it's not weird for humpty dumpty to eat an omelette. you know why? BECAUSE HE'S NOT AN EGG. HUMPTY DUMPTY IS NOT AN EGG HE'S JUST AN IDIOT WHO WANTED TO SIT ON A WALL, AND SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE SOCIETY MADE HIM INTO AN EGG

- brooke 🥺 my precious. if it weren't for her this whole universe would be GONE. PUT SOME RESPECT ON HER NAME

- Apple I don't think the whole school needs to know about this

- oh hi raquelle... why do you hate wonderlanders so much now

- BABY GOATS

- Raven I love you and I'm sure it's not 100% your mom's fault but you have GOT to stop talking right now

- "he's right behind me isn't he" final boss

- People hating on Wonderland as if Maddie (one of the best characters) isn't literally from there?!

- Can we please get rid of this mustache man I am SO sick of him

- also I'm still not done thinking about the whole "Wonderland vs the Rest of The Fairytales" thing that's in Descendants Rise of Red being TOTALLY stolen from this.

- I cannot express how much I LOVE Raven and Apple

- Oh not this fucking teacher again. Is he TRYING to blow up the school

- CUPIDANDDEXTER... oh he's a sheep now

- i needed apple and raven in my chem class when i was a sophomore

- the narrators spelled out exactly why we needed that chem class scene: to establish apple and raven's different problem solving skills. and i LOVE it

- Apple got one person to show up to her meeting and it's a new character

- NEW CHARACTER?! NEW CHARACTER ALERT 🚨

- darling charming... she's got the hair of the white knight when she took off her armor

- And she has like. Armor. on her outfit.

- I won't even lie to you. I can't even act like I've never seen her before. Darling is what I remember most from my first watch of this show from back in the day. When my evil ex-situationship told me to. And I KNOW Darling kisses Apple later on, but I forgot when. And I KNOW she's the white knight. But for fun's sake, I'm going to act like I have amnesia and forget EVERYTHING I know about Darling Charming, especially that she's Evil Ex'a favorite character. Which. Enrages me. How do you gravitate towards the one character in the whole goddamn franchise to kiss a girl on screen and then do everything in your power to alienate me for being upset that you, a straight girl, lead me on that night.

- Okay that got personal! Anyway. Darling. Who is that? I'm choosing not to remember, and my knowledge of her currently extends to "Probably the White Knight".

- Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious 🎶

- poor lizzie :( FUCK HEADMASTER GRIMM

- OH COME ON RAQUELLE YOU'RE LIKE THE NEW SPARROW

- "Sorry I smashed you Faybelle" that's what she said

- Benny Blanco and Alastor are back 🙄 Probably just to be an annoying couple

- BROOKE THANK YOU FOR MOVING THIS PLOT FORWARD

- darling's design reminds me a ton of 1950s cinderella

- raven PLEASE don't have mal's mommy issues from descendants

- Hold on now that I think about it, Raven and Evie from Descendants would technically be siblings. So would Faybelle and Mal, Briar and Audrey, Lizzie and Red + Ashlynn and Whatserface from the new Rise of Red movie. Now THAT'S a crossover I wanna see.

- so maddie, lizzie, kitty, and maddie's dad just spawned in? that seems oddly in character

- okay yes the headmasters having a celestia and luna moment

- Oh christ she's terrifying

- RIP apple you would have loved using ai

- Daring's hair keeps getting messed up this episode 😭

- I'm picking up some Twilight Sparkle vibes from Raven right now

- wait no come back sheep raquelle i love you

- Raven and I both said "Apple..." in the same agitated tone when she brought up destinies again

- Can't say no to Lizzie's cutesy eyes

- Oh fuck we're so cooked

- at first i definitely thought the curse made Alastor tiny. Turns out it was just perspective

- great JOB raven, you screwed up the spell so bad we're in a music video now

- AND YOU ACCIDENTALLY CREATED A NEW DOLL LINE. GREAT JOB

- "this bow is gonna take some getting used to" YOU'RE TELLIN ME

- NOOOOO DON'T BRING THE STUPID STORYBOOK OF LEGENDS BACK INTO THIS

- what could darling possibly be up to...

- this goofy ahh place is so fucking awesome. tiffany truffula, having seussian blood, would have a BLAST here

- "so would that be swimming upstream?!" "CARLOS." (magic school bus reference in the big 25)

- fishies!!

- Oh shit we're SO fucking cooked.

- HEY IT'S THE WHITE KNIGHT!! AND WE HAVE NO IDEA WHO THAT COULD POSSIBLY BE. also she's moving like a chess piece.

- Oh great not even Kitty can teleport anymore.

- My worst nightmare... going back to school 😭😭😭

- Lizzie: I'm a nepo baby so this is beneath me

"Jesters Wild"

- the narrators are speaking in zecora's native rhyme tongue!!

- YES!! FINALLY THIS IS BROOKE'S TIME TO SHINE

- I love Brooke so much I'm her number one fan

- "No one is free to go until-" *The white knight dips*

- Oh? It's not a girl. I'm not disappointed at all...

- HI BENNY BLANCO'S DAD! So if you're 100% rabbit why is Benny Blanco a rabbit like 50% of the time. And if you can be a rabbit why can't the Cheshire Cat be an actual cat 😐

- this school has even more animals in it than ever after high

- I can't wait for Descendants 5 when they introduce animal characters (stealing from ever after high again ofc) and Nick wilde and judy hopps' mangled children get to be the main characters

- who the crap is this jester?! i don't remember her from alice in wonderland!?

- no seriously WHO is trying to dethrone lizzie's mom?

- AN OBVIOUS PROPHECY?! WHAT IN THE WARRIOR CATS?!

- NOOOO DON'T BRING THE BOOK BACK. WE CANNOT TAKE BRIAR'S FREE WILL

- FISH TEACHER!!!

- okay never mind this is actually the worst school ever. I like animal teachers (dr dillamond was my favorite side character in wicked) but I canNOT do that kind of math

- Apple WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I TOOK PRECALC

- tweedle dum and tweedle dee are monkeys now? I LIKE THIS BETTER THAN THEIR DISNEY VERSIONS

- the podiums rising is giving that episode of barbie life in the dreamhouse where raquelle and chelsea are running for mayor of malibu

- that hammer guy is my favorite wonderland person now sorry maddie (just kidding maddie 🔛🔝)

- noooo don't eat the baby oysters 🥺

- That jester is DEFINITELY the one who's taking down the queen, right?

- and she's the vice principal too right

- I KNEW IT

- oh she's a PSYCHO

- come back white knight we need you girl

- YAY SHE'S BACK

- GET HER ASS DARLING- i mean you're not darling i have no idea who you are ANYWHO can you beat up this guy for me

- Raven queen, more like RAVE queen!!!

- can we normalize having dance battles in real life

- guys just drink the tea

- oh OR think outside the box! that works!

- are they gonna use the eat me drink me cookie and potion now that they're small

- i KNEW it!! i knew she was evil

- side note her voice reminds me of skipper from barbie life in the dreamhouse

- it's almost as if mattel owns both properties

"Shuffle the Deck"

- yes brooke 😍

- *Raven talking about following your destiny*

- Lizzie: You are way out of your element here.

- Raven: Yes, and I do not believe a single word I am saying for me, but for you?

- surely wonderland detention isn't actually THAT bad

- BROOKE DO SOMETHING

- oh great benny blanco and alastor are back

- What the fuck are you doing in a chest. That is NOT going to get you and Cupid together

- Darling never shows up anywhere, Dexter, she literally JUST spawned in.

- TROGDORRRRRRRR!!

- And that's how Daring Charming got sent to jail.

- "Please have a heart" "Can't have a heart. I'm diamonds."

- Okay I'm seriously starting to get tired of this school, everything is just working against my girls and I'm getting a little annoyed

- YES BROOKE COMING IN CLUTCH ONCE AGAIN

- I am so done with this school BROOKE COME SAVE US

- kitty derailed this annoying trial but at what cost... the storybook of legends is back into play

- "But you seem MORE than Gay"

- ughhhhhhhhh i just want this to be OVER can we just go back to our regularly scheduled fairytale magic world and gay raven and apple moments

- "There is no escape" *Kitty immediately tries to escape*

- OH MY GOD WHITE KNIGHT SAVE US FROM WONDERLAND HELL

- maddie... did you just... say something mean... to briar...?

- i love brooke and maddie so much

- YES FINALLY WE'RE GETTING SOMEWHERE!! THANK YOU BROOKE

- so now this GUY is the principal and we have to do a sword fight. where's the white knight when you need her

- THERE SHE IS!! YEAHHHHH

- YAY KITTY'S POWERS ARE BACK

"A Royal Flush"

- i am SO glad that we're out of Wonderland School

- bill the lizard 🥺

- the queen is even more chaotic than maddie

- oh god PLEASE tell me the cheshire cat lost the stupid book...

- COURTLY I KNOW YOU DIDN'T JUST SHOVE MY FAVORITE HAMMER MAN

- i hope courtly jester suffers a horrible fate

- THANK YOU CHESHIRE CAT

- i feel bad for the queen she's so lonely without lizzie that's she's susceptible to manipulation

- i love how chill the guards are about having seen the same person twice

-OH HELL NO?! courtly just ruined what was supposed to be the most wholesome reunion of all time with her opposite game?!

- YAYAYAYAAYAYAYAY!!! THEY REALIZED WHAT WAS UP

- How did the queen get SO many things

- oh BROTHER now briar and raven are gonna have to SIGN,, THIS IS BULLSHIT

- "IF I WON'T FOLLOW MY MOM'S DESTINY NO ONE WILL"

- oh my god APPLE BRIAR MADDIE KITTY HELP HER

- APPLE FINALLY ACCEPTS THE CONCEPT OF FREE WILL!! HOORAY FOR MY GAYS

- SHE DID IT

- SHE FUCKING SIGNED

- and DAMN it was WORTH it she is POWERED UP now

- "raven this isn't you" i love apple and raven so fucking much

- GUYS SHE'S RIGHT THERE GET RID OF HER

- WOOHOO WE FIXED WONDERLAND

- It's not ever after high if it doesn't end with a big dance party

- BENNY BLANCO AND ALASTOR AND DEXTER ARE ALL HERE NOW

- Oh my god Briar just confessed

- "Maybe the book is more trouble than it's worth" WOAH INDEED?! APPLE WHITE'S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT 🥰🥰🥰

- I'm gonna cry this is so amazing

- EVERYONE HAS FREE WILL NOW!! YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH YOUR LIFE!!

- omg... darling was the white knight!! who could have guessed...?

- no darling please tell us what you've been doing

- BROOKE >>> HER PARENTS (she literally SAVED ever after high by just being iconic and omniscient)

- WAIT SHE'S THE GIRL ON THE LOGO TOO

- WOAHHHHHH

- an AMAZING ending that made up for the torture of wonderland school. next up we watch some more websiodes!!

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seenoversundown · 1 year ago

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Sparrow Of The Dawn : Chapter Six

Sam x Willa (Fem OC)

Warnings: Mild anxiety, uncomfortable silences, awkward flirting (there's a theme brewing here) Cursing, & some silly goofy bestie time with our favorite buddy Daniel.

Word Count: 6.7k

Summary: Sam unfortunately finds himself in not so meet cute with Willa. Hopeful that he doesn't cross her path again; the world works in mysterious ways and not always in your favor.

You're Only Human - Billy Joel "'Cause all I needed was a little faith, So I could catch my breath and face the world again, Don't forget your second wind."

My eyes flutter open, Penny’s rough tongue lapping against my face. Wait, what time is it?! I blindly feel around for my phone. Am I on the couch? I rub a knuckle across my eyes, blinking them open and sitting up. I frantically search under throw pillows and cushions until I find my phone… under my coffee table. 5:34 am. Oh fuck, I’m late. Birdie is going to be here by like 6. Fuck fuck FUCK.

I run to my room, Penny hot on my heels, quickly searching for something to wear. I throw on a plain black sweater and a pair of black dress pants. You really can’t get any more professional than black on black. I sit on my bed, sliding on, you guessed it, a pair of black socks. And then rush over to the bathroom, nearly falling over Penny on the way there.

I splash some cold water on my face in hopes that it wakes me up a little bit. I pat my face dry with the face towel that always sits on my sink and reach for my hairbrush. As the only Kiszka who brushes their hair regularly, I have an image to uphold. I gently comb out the knots, careful not to take my head off while still attempting to rush. I finish brushing my teeth and gargle some mouthwash and then double check my smile in the mirror. Perfect.

“Oh, the photos,” I say out loud, slipping past Penny, who patiently waits in the doorway of the bathroom and bolt it to the living room. I gather the photos and look around for my folder. Where is my folder? I had it just here on the coffee table? Oh fuck. I check the time again, and there's a notification from Birdie.

Birdie 🪿: On my way

Oh shit, oh shit. I haven’t even taken Penny out yet. I drop the prints back on the coffee table and shove my feet into my slippers, and shrug on my coat.

“Come on, Penny girl,” calling her to me and, hooking on her leash. We head outside, and of course, she takes her sweet time because why on earth would she feel the need to rush for me? I love her dearly, but she’s the biggest and best pain in the ass that I deal with every day, only narrowly beating out Birdie these days. After she, thankfully, does her business, we head back inside. I pick up the photos again, searching for my damn folder, where the fuck did I put it? Penny’s hyped from the cold air outside and bursting with the zoomies.

“Stop, Penny, please.” Running my fingers through the fur between her ears, hoping to calm her a bit. I spot the folder out of the corner of my eye.

“Ah-ha!” I run over to it, and Penny bounds off after; I turn quickly, and “Oh fuck” I trip and fall over her as she tangles herself between my legs. I’m as bad as Birdie is, damn. I reach for the folder on the table from my seated position on the floor and search for the photos now strewn about the room. I tuck them into the folder and promptly shove it into my bag, sufficiently annoyed by my morning.

Birdie 🪿: Here.

Is she mad.. nevermind.

“Alright, Sammy. You’ve got nothing to worry about. The presentation is going to go fine. Birdie will be fine. You look good. Everything is going to go according to plan… starting now.” I give myself a little verbal pep talk in front of my floor-length mirror. Fiddling with the final touches of my outfit until I feel confident. With this morning being a tragic mess, I have to leave it at the door so I don’t psych myself out for the presentation. I slip on my scarf and jacket, trying to stay bundled from the cold. I grab my keys from the key hook by the door and head to meet Birdie at her car.

She’s staring down at her phone, biting at her thumbnail when I spot her, bright yellow sweater and all.

Oh, she’s nervous too.

I grab the chilly handle of the car door and open it slowly. Her head snaps up and she bites out, “The least you could do if you’re not going to respond to my text is turn your ‘read receipts’ on so I know you’re not asleep or something.”

“Well, good morning to you too, Birdie. Have you not had sufficient caffeine intake this morning?” I set my bag on the floor and scoot into the passenger seat, shutting the door behind me.

“If I say no, does that mean you’re buying again?” She puts the car in drive and pulls away from the road. When I buckle my seat, I notice her hair is up, well, as much up as your hair can be when it’s short. You can see much more of her face like this. I refocus my attention to the road ahead.

“Nah, I bought last time. It’s your turn, and I’m craving a caramel latte wicked bad.” I say, throwing her a cheeky smile.

“Fine, I’ll stop and get coffee.” she shakes her head.

“I know,” I pouted my bottom lip out, “I just had to twist your arm, huh?”

As we make our way through the drive through, I open my bag and reach for my wallet. I pull out a five and hand it to her.

“For the tip,” I say plainly, placing the bill into her hand. She grabs it apprehensively before placing it into the tip bucket. She looks back at me, wearing an expression I can’t quite read. Her eyes catch sight of my open bag.

“Oh, Sam! Did you buy me flowers as an apology for having to deal with you the past week? That’s soooo sweet of you.” her fake enthusiasm falls short, and she looks at me completely deadpan.

“I uuuhh,” I clear my throat, unsure of why I feel so awkward all of a sudden. “I actually bought the daisies for.. Daisy. You know, the receptionist.” I swallow thickly. Seriously what's wrong with me.

“It sounds stupid when you say it out loud, huh?” Her attention is called back to the barista, handing her our drinks through the window. I’ll never get over how sickly sweet her customer service voice is compared to the way she speaks to me. I grab my drink and place it into the cup holder, twisting the top off my straw wrapper and placing the straw through the lid. The squeaking of the plastic on plastic sends a chill down my spine. I put the wrapper in my jacket pocket to be polite but Birdie flings hers to her back seat, where all straw wrappers go to die in her vehicle.

“Girls like flowers?” I defend. “At least normal girls do.” I throw her a side eye she doesn’t catch because she’s keeping an eye out for an opening in the road.

“You know, if someone bought me,” she takes a long pause, flicking her head side to side to double-check she’s clear to drive before successfully pulling out into traffic. “willows every time they tried to get me flowers, I’d never actually want anyone to get me flowers.” She blindly reaches for her coffee, taking a small sip.

“The thing is, your name is Will-A, not Will-ow. Besides, a willow is a tree; a pussy willow is a flower.” No sooner than the words are out of my mouth is she choking on her drink. She grabs a spare napkin and wipes her mouth, coughing a few times before wiping her mouth once more and throwing the napkin in the back seat to join the graveyard.

“The point is, Sam. Buying daisies for a girl named Daisy– not the most original idea. I’m sure you’re not the first guy to do it.” she lowers her voice before finishing, “Or the last.”

“Flowers are more effort than your date put in.” I know it's a low blow but damn, cut a guy a little slack here. She purses her lips at my comment and I know I may have taken it too far.

“This is gunna be a long fucking drive. Why don’t we just run through the presentation? That reminds me, you never sent me an email with the digitals you edited. Can you do that before we get there?”

“Yeah, I actually sent it over to you this morning before you got to my apartment. It should be in your email.” I bend down to rifle through my bag, mostly talking to the floor of her car, and try to find my folder of prints.

“My bag is in the back seat. It’s in the blue folder not the purple folder,” she instructs.

I set my folder on the center console and twist my body, attempting to reach for her bag, but my arm isn’t long enough. I unbuckle my seat belt and mumble out a plea to not kill me while I’m unprotected and kneel backward in the passenger seat. I grab her bag from the back seat and plop it in my lap before I realize it's the same camera bag as the one I use, just in tan instead of gray. Maybe she can hold her own rocks now. I pull out her blue, not purple, folder and set it with mine before putting her bag back in its place. I open her folder and pull out her printed photos, waiting for her instructions.

“Okay, just to double check, I should have the dock, the bird in that bush, and the lobster boat. Then the full view of the rocks and water from Wolf’s Neck.” She recounts her photos on her fingers, tapping each one against her steering wheel.

“All here. You know what points you want to hit?” I ask.

“Yeah, I ran through it with my roommate last night,” waving my question away with the flick of her wrist. At least one of us is prepared; I got drunk with Daniel and passed out on my couch.

“Alright, my turn.” I try to sound more excited than I am. If I’m being honest, public speaking makes me uneasy. Even though I know while I'm sitting there watching other people present, I couldn't give two figs on a rolling donut what they're saying, I always assume people are judging me. The nervousness is always present in the shakiness of my voice, and I hate it, no matter how confident I am about what I’m talking about.

I flip open my folder and pull out my photos. I scan through them one by one until I count only three. Oh no, she’s gonna fucking kill me. Not only does she have to cart my ass around through this entire thing, but she can’t rely on me for the one thing I have to fucking do. God dammit. I close my folder and clasp my hands together on top of it, staring straight at the road. I can feel her glance at me. Eyes trained on me for as long as she feels like she can spare before checking the road again.

“What?”

I internally scream. I want to say nothing. I want to pretend this isn’t happening. I want to jump out of the car a little bit.

But instead, I pivot.

“You look nice today. Yellow, like a ray of sunshine.” I smile sweetly at her.

“Compliments are not going to help you.”

“We even match. Look,” I point to my yellow and navy plaid scarf. “Isn’t that cute?” I laugh uncomfortably.

She glares at me.

“Don’t be mad.” I wince.

“No. Absolutely not, Sam.” she waves her pointer finger over at me.

“Don’t be mad,” I repeat. Please, please, please don't be mad

“If you don’t tell me what's wrong RIGHT NOW,” She emphasizes her words by slapping her steering wheel. “I will pull this car over and make you walk the rest of the way.”

I take a deep breath, knowing that I’m about to endure the wrath of a thousand fire-breathing dragons.

“Promise me you won’t be mad, and I’ll tell you.” I am a fucking pussy. She is just a girl, so why do I feel so uneasy?

“Samuel,” she warns.

“The rock path photo is gone…” I trail off. I know instantly she sees red even though she’s not making eye contact with me. Hoping if I explain she might grant me some leniency, I continue speaking.

“I overslept this morning and was running around trying to get ready, but running gets Pen excited, and she was trying to play. Anyway, she came at me full speed and knocked me on my ass and.. I just thought I grabbed all the pictures.” I rush out. I should have stayed quiet.

“SAMUEL THOMAS KISZKA!” she yells at what I can only assume is the top of her lungs. I hate to think she can yell louder than that.

“That’s.. actually my brother's middle name,” I respond, doing myself absolutely no favors.

“I don’t care whose middle name it is. This is my car which means I say it's your middle name right now because I’m pissed off. You can remember to pack your precious daisies, but you can’t be prepared for the presentation. If we don’t do this, we don’t go to California, and if we don’t go to California, we can kiss the chances of us getting hired GOODBYE.”

I visibly cringe at her words, cutting me like.. tiny daggers. How ironic.

“It was an accident, Birdie. I would think someone as accident-prone as you would be understanding of this type of situation.” I’m deflecting hard. But I can’t stand the thought of disappointing another person in my life. I don’t work much at the bar like I feel like I should be doing to help out, because I’m trying to pursue my own career. My car is unreliable making me unreliable, and I'm constantly asking everyone to help me out. ‘Hey, can I get a ride?’ ‘Hey, can you watch my dog?’, ‘Hey, can I vent to you about my menial problems?’. And now, I’ve disappointed a girl I’ve hardly known for a week, and I feel like the ground could swallow me up in the middle of 95 South.

“Don’t you Birdie me right now. I should pull over and make you walk.” she snaps effectively pulling me out of my own thoughts.

“I’m sor–”

“Don’t.” Oh if she never snaps this word at me again, it'll be too soon.

“Ya know, you act like I did this on purpose. If you go down, I’m going down too. We’re in this together, Willa.” I try to reason with her, to no avail.

“I don't wanna hear anything else out of you until we get there.” She scrunches her nose up at my response and turns the dial to the volume up to further reinforce her request for me to shut the hell up. I honestly don’t blame her. The rest of the ride to the office is filled with her occasional heavy sigh and the 90’s throwbacks being played on the radio station.

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After a sufficiently awkward rest of the car ride, we arrive at the office. If it weren’t for the fact that we took her car, I’m sure she’d have left me in the dust and hurried on ahead of me, but she waits for me to slowly and painfully get out of her car. Impatient, tapping her booted foot against the pavement and absentmindedly checking for stray hairs. As soon as I round the corner, she turns in the direction of the front door and speeds off. Thankfully, my long legs work in my favor and I catch up to her. The elevator ride up is just as silent as the car ride, though when we round the corner to the receptionist’s desk, I’m positive I make out a groan from her direction.

Without so much as a wave to Daisy, Birdie speeds off in the direction of the office room we congregate in. Daisy’s eyes watch her intently as she passes, and then they jet back to me. A smile paints her bright pink colored lips. She is rather adorable.

“Morning, Sam.” She greets me warmly.

“Morning Daisy. What a lovely color on you. It compliments your eyes.” I hear Birdie scoff from down the hall.

“Oh, thank you.” She runs her dainty fingers over the large buttons of her powder blue cardigan.

“I got you something,” I smirk at her.

“Really?” She beams, and I pull the flowers out of my bag and present them to her. The baby blue paper delicately wrapped around them slightly crumpled from living in my bag for the last 2 hours.

“Your desk looked far too bare last time I was here. I thought it would give you something pretty to look at.”

“Thank you, Sam. They’re beautiful,” a light blush reaching her cheeks.

“I know daisies for Daisy wasn’t my best idea, but I didn’t actually know what flowers you liked. Just wanted you to know I was thinking of you.”

“You’re sweet.” her blush deepens, and I can already feel my failure of a morning starting to repair itself. “Ever heard of Bachelor Buttons? They’re just a type of cornflower, but back in the Victorian Era, they were used as a symbol of love and availability when men would court women.” By this point, this girl is about as red as a tomato, which I find endearing.

“Anyway, my Nana told me about them when I was young, and it’s just always stuck with me. They’re a really pretty shade between blue and purple.”

“Surprisingly, pretty girl, I have heard of them. I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” I shoot her a wink. “I’ll see you later.” Wiggling my fingers in a small farewell, I head off toward the room I’m supposed to be in.

When I round the corner, I can see Birdie furiously looking through her folders, opening them, flicking through some pages, shutting them, and setting them aside. How many folders does this girl carry with her? I set my bag down next to her on the table.

“Lovely of you to join me, Samuel.” she doesn’t bother looking up at me. Oh, she’s pissed. I don’t entertain her comment with a response, just take out my own folder, sans one photo, and take a seat. I try not to psych myself out, thinking about having to get up in front of a room full of people I don’t know and speak. I hope my voice doesn’t shake.

“Ah-HA!” she pulls out a photo, holding it out in front of her, eyes wide. “Here it is.” Her smile is smugly written on her face. I grab the photo from her grasp, admiring my work. The photo she was looking for was the one I took of her standing on the rocks like the Titanic. I know she liked it, but..

“You printed this? When?” I question her.

“The other day, with the others.” She says plainly. “Just because I don’t like you right now doesn’t mean I can’t like this picture. I told you that.”

I smile, recalling her response to seeing the negatives for the first time. She had such softness in her eyes when she looked at them gently held between her fingers. I almost wonder if people don’t see her. If the people she’s surrounded herself with have never seen her in that light. Just getting to enjoy a simple day doing what she loves most. Which she does, love photography above everything I mean. And it’s so clear to me. I’m not sure if it's because I also love photography but I can see it clear as day written across her face every time she gets a camera to her eye.

Her delicate voice interrupts my thoughts.

“You said you took it because it reminded you what Maine is about… right?”

“Yeah, uhh yeah.” I rush out nervously. I did take it because of the project, but she also looked beautiful out there in that moment. It felt like a shame not to capture it.

“Then we’ll use this one to replace the rock path one.” She smiles triumphantly, knowing she fixed the problem. Her resolution does nothing to subdue my anxiety about the presentation, though, given that now I have to talk about her in front of a bunch of strangers.

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Jim enters the room, setting his bag down on his desk and sighing deeply. You can tell he’s just absolutely done with this job. Whether that’s working for the paper period or having to deal with all of us, I’m not sure yet.

“Good morning. Today, we’ll be doing presentations in alphabetical order to make things easier for me. You should all be prepared anyway, so it doesn’t matter what order you go in.” He takes a long sip from his coffee.

“We’ll make the announcement of the winners before you all leave today and figure out the logistics then. Once everyone arrives, we’ll begin with Connecticut.” He sits back down.

Seeing Connecticut present only made me more nervous. Not because I’m worried ours isn’t good but because I’d rather be doing anything else on the planet right now other than presenting. I’d clean the back room of the bar on my hands and knees with a toothbrush before I’d ever willingly get up and speak in front of people.

“Willa and,” Jim looks down to check his notes. “Sam? You’re up next.”

My heart leaps into my throat when he calls my name, and I feel like my stomach could fall out of my ass. I’m a fairly confident guy, honestly a bit over confident in situations I could be humbled in. I am self-aware.. sometimes. This is just not one of those areas I need humbling in. I stand up, gathering my things, and I look over at Birdie wide-eyed. Her brows knit together, and she tilts her head to the side in question. I purse my lips together, hoping that tells her enough. I’m not sure it does until she wraps her hand around my arm, giving me a squeeze of reassurance, but she plays it off as pointing me in the right direction to the front.

She hands me her folder, blue, not purple, and goes to set up her computer to the HDMI cord for the digital part. I display the printed photos against the whiteboard, Birdie’s first and then mine, and then I scoot to the opposite side. I really hope she takes the lead here.

After small introductions, Birdie, thankfully, starts speaking. “Trying to define Maine can be difficult when you’ve spent your whole life there. Despite it being one of the larger states in New England, I don’t think you could meet a single person from there that doesn’t consider themselves from a ‘small town.’’ She walks over to the board standing opposite me.

“But two things were made abundantly clear to Sam and I on our adventure to get brain food that day.” She looks over at me expectantly. I clear my throat.

“Uhm, the fi-first is that Maine is the pine tree state.” I swallow thickly, trying to clear my mouth of the excess saliva my nerves generated. “Me-meaning the woods are, uhm, a big deal here.” I release an anxious breath, and she relieves me of the stress of talking.

“The second is that a big part of Maine culture is that it’s coastal. They don’t put a lobster on the license plates for nothing, even if it is technically a dead one.” She laughs. So effortlessly, so clearly in her element, talking to these people while I can feel the sweat start to gather on my lower back and threaten to drip down my ass crack.

“Sam made another good point about the culture here, and not just here but New England as well.” Again, she makes eye contact with me, sending me a small smile.

“New England is Old.” I let out an uncomfortable laugh. “Uhh, what I m-mean is that most of the buildings here are old, made of brick. Beautiful, but uhm… Old. We decided on, uh, using film and digital to capture and represent that.. uhm.. idea.” I finished a bit unsure of where I was going with that.

We take our time explaining each photo, 16 in total, giving them a few extras to choose from for the feature if they decide to actually pick us. I can’t help but admire the way Birdie speaks about each place, her eyes lighting up especially when she talks about the water from Wolfe’s Neck and all the rocks she found there. A stark contrast to the way I stumble and uhh and uhm my way through mine. The shakiness of my hands doesn’t let up, but the more I talk, the easier it is until I get to the last photo.

The photo of her.

“Truth be told,” I start to explain honestly. “We had chosen a completely different picture to round out our, uh selection.” I scratch at my beard nervously. “But my dog knocked me on my ass, and it’s somewhere in my living room.” I laugh.

“Bir– uhh, Willa pulled this one out of her wonderful bag of tricks. It was a chilly day, well.. for her not for me.” I look over at her and scrunches her nose a little. “We’d wandered around those large rocks trying to find the inspirations around us, and she just took a moment for herself. Something I frequently love to do by the seaside here, as most people do. But the simplicity of her stealing that little moment away for her reminded me why so many people come here on vacation. Annnd, why Vacationland is also written on our license plates. It was a moment I had to capture because it truly represents Maine.” I suddenly realize how long I’ve been rambling for and clear my throat again, darting my eyes around the room. At least people don’t seem bored? I look over at Birdie for confirmation that I did well, but she’s looking for the same from Jim. Her cheeks are tinted pink.

“Excellent, guys,” Jim says, more enthusiastically than normal. “Great job.”

The mumbled sound of his voice as he calls for the next team to go up and present sounds like radio static in my ears. Birdie comes up behind me, beaming and grabs onto my arm. Her smile is so wide, it’s like she slept with a coat hanger in her mouth. I laugh at the thought. We make our way back to our seats and I whisper to her, “So I take it you’re not mad at me anymore?” I throw her a small smirk.

“The jury is still out.” She sends me a small cocky side-eye.

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We break for lunch after Massachusetts presents. Birdie decides to head to the bathroom, so I pay Daisy a visit.

“Hey, stranger. How was your presentation?” She asks sweetly when I reach her desk. I lean my forearms against the counter in front of her and give her my best eyes.

“It went well, I think. Not to sound cocky or anything, but I think we have a pretty good shot at winning.”

“I wouldn’t bet against you. You and Willa seem like a good team.” She raises an eyebrow. It feels almost as if she’s digging for some dirt on Birdie and I.

“We.. do okay,” I say a bit apprehensively. “She’s brilliant. Though I’d never tell her that, of course. We butt heads sometimes, but I really do think we nailed it.” I say, trying to give Birdie her kudos and not give Daisy the impression I’m interested in her. Because I’m not.

I spot her coming down the hallway out of the corner of my eye, and I stand up straight.

“Birdie!” I say with more enthusiasm than is normal. She rounds the corner, coming into our full view.

“Birdie?” Daisy questions, and before I can answer she speaks.

“You can either stay here and starve, or you can come with me to get lunch. It’s up to you.” She adjusts the purse on her shoulder and crosses her arms, clearly unamused.

I freeze.

The look on Daisy’s face says she's also unamused.

My eyes dart back and forth between the two of them as they both stare at me. I clear my throat and awkwardly shift on my feet.

“Uhh,” I run a hand through my hair. “She’s my ride, Dais. I’ll catch up with you before I leave, okay?”

She gives me a small nod, and I follow Birdie out of the building.

As we make our way down the sidewalk to where her car is parked, she grills me.

“Can you not find another time to flirt other than on the clock?” She rolls her eyes at me.

“I mean, technically, we’re on lunch.” I try to convey my own annoyance. “She loved the flowers, by the way.” Really driving the point home.

“Go figure.”

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The Wendy’s parking lot is where we end up for lunch. Something quick but still not eating in the breakroom. To be honest, the break room is kind of depressing. There’s hardly any windows and everything in there is white. It's practically one step away from being a padded room.

I take a large bite out of my burger and ask around my food, “So how do you think we’re holding up?”

“Do you always talk with a mouthful of food, or do you do that just for my benefit?” her lip curls in disgust.

“Just your benefit,” I mumble out and smile wide.

“Uhm, I think we have a decent shot. Mass did really well, but I’m curious to see how the rest of the projects pan out. If more people bomb like Connecticut did, we're a shoo-in.” She laughs and takes a sip of her drink, and wipes the condensation off on her knee, tightly tucked up to her chest. “I had no idea you were so scared to talk in front of people, though. You were up there shakin’ like a damn leaf.”

I swallow my bite. “Yeah, if you weren’t so angry at me this morning, I might have remembered to tell you that.”

She scrunches her face, and I try to decipher what’s going on in her head. I venture an educated guess, figuring I have nothing to lose.

“Hey, I’m a big boy.” I laugh and place my hand on her knee. “I know this is important to you.” I shove a french fry into my mouth. “Besides, I’d gladly take your anger any day because it means we’re talking.”

I look over at her and smile.

She looks at me with eyes so wide they look like they’ll bulge out of her head. Did I say something wrong?

I snatch my hand back and run it through my hair. “Ya know, because we have to talk to .. ya know, work together.”

She laughs louder and weirder than normal. Not that her laugh is weird normally. She’s just being weird now. “Oh yeah, yeah. Right.”

There’s a moment of awkward silence. Why is this awkward? I’m so confused. Did I say something? Or do something? I thought I was being nice.

“Well,” she says, still loud and weird. “We should head back, shouldn't we?”

“Yeah, sure.”

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Birdie and I share a nervous glance after New Hampshire’s presentation. But our nerves ease after Rhode Island does terribly. She poorly attempted to hide her laugh behind her hand, and yes, everyone looked at her. She turned beet red. At least I’m not the only one being slightly embarrassed today. During the last presentation of the day, I know we have it in the bag. I don’t think she’s as confident as I am of the state of her fingernails are any testament. She furiously chews at her thumb again as Jim re-enters the room after deliberations with the other department heads.

“Alright, it’s close to quittin’ time.”

“Jim,” The woman next to him warns.

“It’s getting close to the end of the day.” He gives her a large sarcastic smile. “So the winners of the contest are, in no particular order…”

I grab Birdie’s hand, effectively snatching away her nervous snack, and weave my fingers between hers. I give her a small, excited smile, but panic becomes her. I squeeze her hand gently. I know the anticipation is killing her.

“Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and… Maine. Thank you all for coming and participating. Those of you who were not chosen will report back to your home bases tomorrow. Will the winners please join me at my desk?”

We jump up, and she throws her arms around my neck. I wrap my arms around her waist and pick her up, her knees gently bumping against my thighs as I do. She tucks her face into my neck, and I take a deep breath in relief. Finally, something goes my way. Going to California means I have a real shot at booking a job in a field I love. Suddenly my senses are overtaken by the smell of.. Is that coconut? Does she use coconut shampoo? Oh no..

“Thank god,” she whispers. “I was worried.”

“I knew we could do it,” I whisper back.

She lifts her head, our eyes connecting. Hers soften for a moment before they drop down to my mouth. A stupid smile resting upon my lips. She meets my eyes again but this time they’re wide and nearly bulging out of her head again like earlier. My brows knit in confusion, and I rush to set her down. She lands on her foot wrong and nearly falls over; my hands move of their own accord reaching out to steady her. She fixes her shirt and tucks a few loose strands behind her ear.

“Uh, thanks. We should..” she points a thumb over her shoulder.

I follow her lead over to where the rest of the winners are hovered around Jim’s desk.

“Congrats, guys. You’ll all be heading to San Francisco tomorrow. For your convenience, we’ll have you fly out of your local airports, so I need you to write your emails down here.” He points to his clipboard. “We’ll send you an email within an hour requesting certain info so we can book the flights. Then, a second email will follow with your airline booking information so you know when to show up to the airport. A car will pick you all up from the airport at the appropriate times, and they’ll coordinate with you from there. You’ll be gone till Sunday, so pack accordingly. And I think that’s it.” He scratches his head. “Yeah, yep, that’s it, you guys are free to go. Oh! The feature is going to run in next week’s issue, so keep an eye out. Thanks again, guys.”

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The drive home was much easier than the drive this morning. Birdie excitedly yammering about how she’s ‘never been to the West Coast’ and ‘Will it be as cold in northern California as it is here’ and ‘I could use a vacation. I know we’ll be working, but it still kinda feels like a vacation, right?’ I agreed with a laugh. I wait for the excitement to die down and her to realize she’s stuck with me for another week, but it doesn’t come. At least she’s happy. This trip might not be so bad. She makes me fill out the information for both of us while she drives, ‘not wanting to waste a second of preparation.’ When we pull up to my apartment I thank her again for the ride and send her off with a promise to text her to coordinate once the flight information is sent out.

I could use a fucking nap, but unfortunately, I have to pack. I unlock my front door and step inside, greeted by my favorite girl. Oh fuck, I need to figure out what to do with her. I hang my coat and scarf up on the coat rack by the door and turn to see the chewed-up remnants of my missing photo. Thanks Pen.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, selecting Daniel’s contact, and I wait for it to connect. His photo shines across my screen as it starts to ring, and I hold it up to my ear, waiting for him to pick up. Feeling like I’m short on time, I head to my room to start packing.

“What’s up?”

“Hey, I need to ask you for a favor..” I ask tentatively, searching for my duffle bag in my closet.

“Does it involve my Penny girl?” he says, hopeful.

“Yeah. Birdie and I won the feature, and they’re sending us to San Fran tomorrow. Can you come grab her tonight?” Aghhh, there it is. I pull it out and toss it to my bed. Penny settles down next to my bag. I could almost swear she’s pouting.

“Congrats, man. Yeah, I can swing by in a bit. I’m at the gym right now.”

I breathe a sigh of relief and pump my fist. “That’s fine. Thank you, this is really helpful. I’ll see you in a bit.”

I hang up the phone and plug my phone in on my nightstand, making a mental note to remember to pack my charger tomorrow morning. I pull out nearly all my drawers looking for nice but casual clothes to wear in California, knowing full well it will still be cold over there. I checked on the way home, and they only seem to be the slightest bit warmer than Maine this time of year. The initial email outlined what we should bring to prepare, casual clothes, and an outfit for a black tie event. It did mention there was a pool in the hotel, we’ll be staying at so I packed a bathing suit just in case we have some free time.

Just as I’m searching for some of my toiletries, I hear Daniel’s signature knock again, and Penny is bounding off toward the door. I catch up to her excitedly panting and open the door. She jumps on Daniel, her gentle ‘boofs’ greeting him warmly, and he loves her back just the same. Once she’s settled, we head back to my room where I finish packing.

“So the presentation went well? You didn’t choke?” He asks, Penny’s head resting in his lap as he sits on my bed.

“No, Daniel.” I roll my eyes. “I didn’t choke. I was a nervous wreck, and I forgot a photo, but Birdie saved my ass. Two other groups royally bombed, so the competition wasn’t too fierce.” I say, placing my dress shoes in my bag.

“Ready for another week of Birdie?”

“I don’t know if it's the excitement from winning or if she suddenly decided not to hate me, but we’ve been okay today. Well, towards the end.” I laugh

“What does that mean?”

“She bit my head off on the ride down there when I told her I forgot a photo. This is important to her. I didn't take it personally. But she did cop an attitude when I stopped to talk to Daisy around lunch. But after that, she was sweet as pie, actually.” I recall, folding another pair of pants.

“How’d it go with her? Daisy, I mean.” he corrects himself.

“It went okay. She loved the flowers, and I managed to get her number before I left, undetected. I didn’t want to risk pissing Birdie off when she was in such a good mood.” I shove the final things into my bag and zip it up. I think I’m done, thank God.

“Probably a good call there,” He nods his head as he pets Penny. “You ever think about why she gets so pissed at you in the first place?”

I set my bag by my door and sit on the floor opposite Daniel. “Dude, I don’t fucking know. Everything I do pisses her off. She basically hates me.” Having worked up a sweat rushing to get everything packed, I take the hair tie sitting on my wrist and throw my hair into a bun. Daniel glares at me.

“Funny how she supposedly ‘hates’ you, but y’all fight like an old married couple.” He cocks an eyebrow at me.

Gasping in shock, I say, “But Daniel, how can that be when I’m married to you? You know you’re the only one for me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Daniel waves, brushing me off. “If you don’t pull your head out of your ass, I’ll be serving you papers.”

Whatever the hell that means.

After Daniel leaves, the only thing left to take care of is to secure a ride to the airport for the morning. I will no doubt be met with a resounding ‘Yes, Sammy! I absolutely will take you to the airport tomorrow’ from exactly all of my brothers. I pull out my phone and open up the group chat affectionately titled “The boys club: Sammy gets employed (potentially)📷” and pull the trigger.

Sam: Alright boys which one of you can take me to the airport tomorrow?

Josh: How early?

Sam: I fly out at 6 so like.. 5 😑

Josh: no

Daniel: I literally just left your house with your dog, absolutely not.

Jake: I will if you promise to get your truck looked at when you get home

Sam: Done.

And Jake saves the day, and for that, he has earned his place as Tweedle Dee… for now.

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Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed and can't wait for chapter 7 🤭

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bi-bi-want-dragon · 1 year ago

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2, 7, 10 for the HTTYD ask game?

2. What part of the franchise is your favorite and why?

Oh boy, that's so hard. I want to say RTTE because of the characterization we get to see with the Riders and their dragons, but I think I'm going to have to go with HTTD 2. The themes and the portrayal of Hiccstrid are just beautiful, and the depth of emotion that they managed in the second movie, particularly with Stoick's death, on top of the animation just can't be beat in my opinion

7. Do you have any OCs? If so, talk about their appearance, backstories, and personalities.

I have a handful of minor OCs that I use for my one shots and fics. My main OCs would be Spero and Willow Haddock (baby #3 and #4 respectively), unnamed Haddock baby #5, Nutmeg Ingerman (Rufflout's daughter), and Eirson (son of Alvin the Treacherous). I have a post about them all here actually! Baby #5 isn't on that post, just because I haven't gotten that far in the oneshots/fic so her character isn't fully fleshed out yet. But I'll add some stuff I don't have in the linked post on the others!

Nutmeg looks up to Zephyr a lot, she admires that Zephyr is proud of her role as the chief's heir and to Nutmeg, Zephyr is unshakable. She spends a lot of time around the Haddock kids, as they're essentially her siblings.

Something I mentioned in the discord server is that Astrid's nickname for Spero is "little bird" because of how quiet he is, also playing off of the confusion of literally everyone of "Spero" vs "Sparrow." He is a sponge and learns a lot out of Fishlegs' archives, eventually taking over for Fishlegs' in Zephyr's council.

Willow... Is spoiled. There's no sugar coating it, she gets whatever she wants. Her teenage years are painful for Hiccstrid, but she grows to be the kind of girl who will not take no for an answer. In the modern day she would make an excellent lawyer.

Eirson wasn't very popular with the adults on Outcast Island, but all of the kids loved him. He would play games with them, sing them songs, tell them stories, he always loved being around them. I don't want to say too much about Eirson just because his characterization is closely tied with big plot points in Wingless and Warbound.

There's a lot of stuff littered through the Wingless and Warbound discord server as well, @sanfangirl-cynicalromantic is particularly notorious for asking character-specific questions (which I love, she's honestly added a lot of qualities to the characters that I hadn't even thought of until she asked about it, so thanks!)

10. What are your favorite songs from the soundtracks?

Oh my gosh you picked the worst question on this list. I have tried to narrow this list down so hard and it still has like... 50% of the franchise's soundtracks on it. Okay okay okay so, my top 5 would probably be Downed Dragon, Forbidden Friendship, Test Flight, Stoick's ship, and Where No One Goes. And it is so painful to leave it at just five

#httyd #httyd fanfic #wingless and warbound #randis fics #ask me anything

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miqojak · 2 years ago

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10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags

Basic rules: choose 10 fandoms that you are part of/support, and choose a favorite character from each of those. Then, tag ten folks!

Tagged by: @dragonsongmakhali and @thefreelanceangel (thanks! I get around to tagged things eventually, lmao)

This isn't in any particular order, they're just in whatever order they came to mind! I'll also note that I've never really understood the concept of 'being in a fandom'? I just...like the thing? So I guess this is more like "A handful of my all time favorite characters, many of whom went on to inspire me to write similar OCs whether I realized it at the time or not." Anyways, I wax verbose on this, so...buckle up, and thanks ahead of time if you decide to read it all!

I'll go through my recent notifications to tag some folks who've interacted lately (also thanks, I've been very ill and out of it for what feels like months now...) @ashenbun, @the-sycophant, @eorzeanflowers, @iron-sparrow, @briar-ffxiv, @merlwybs-wife, @sundered-souls, @superbolided, @ahollowgrave

1. Harley Quinn, Batman

What's not to love? She's quirky, she's (incredibly) smart, she's bi, and she's just one of many female characters I love for being flawed, but better for it! She's dealing with mental illness, and feels like only this one person understands her - and having been wrapped around a narcissist's finger before? I get it. You don't realize they're a piece of shit until...one day you do, or one day your friends get through to you that this is unhealthy, and you're not really yourself around this person. I love that she gets to be her own character these days, and live her own life, and do what she wants to do (when she figures that out) - I actually love that she works more and more with the Batfam in recent material because...she was never a villain. She's always been chaotic neutral! She changed who she was for the Joker, and was always miserable and mistreated no matter how hard she tried to be exactly who and what he wanted (a mewling servant) - and more often than not, even when she did what she thought he wanted, he still punished and humiliated her (like when she almost killed Batman). Bruce has LONG been on Harley's side, and long tried to talk some sense into her...but I think they'd been 'at odds' for too long for his words to get through to her, and it took the initial mutual compassion (and eventual love) shared between her and Pamela for someone's 'get the fuck out' speech to finally sink in. And now she's a fully realized character/woman with her own goals, her own personality, her own style... and if people don't like that she can do crime AND do good stuff alongside the Batfam? They can fuck off - at least, I imagine she'd say that, tbh. It's her choice - she never wanted what the Joker wanted. She just wanted him to notice her. Now she can act on her whims, and live in the moment and live up to her fullest potential! (Plus, while I'm not Jewish, I love that she is! At least in most iterations that I've seen.)

I think 'hurt people hurt people' is another good tagline for her - because the instant she's shown real compassion...be it from Bruce-outside-the-suit, or Poison Ivy? You can see her heart. You can see the sweet, and loving person she is under all the performing...or 'masking', you might say. The tragic clown doesn't need your laughter... they need your compassion. They need you to listen.

2. Mackayla Lane, The Fever Series (I've read this series at least 6 times, and recommend you read it, too!)

Mackayla is a self-centered, pink-loving, girly-girl who doesn't think heavy thoughts - she likes to sunbathe, paint her nails, and enjoy lazy southern days by the pool, when she's not working part time as a bartender. Until her sister is murdered on a trip abroad, and in her fervor to find out what happened - and why it feels like nothing is being done about it - she picks up and goes to Ireland in search of clues her own damn self...and finds out about this whole hidden legacy of the Sidhe, Sidhe-Seers, and why/how she and her sister are tied into this world. It's such an emotional journey! She evolves into someone different a few times throughout this journey of grief, self-discovery, and...eventually, love. She learns to be more introspective, to be more aware of those around her, to look deeper in herself for strength, so as to never be a damsel in distress again - she fights furiously for a sister we never get to see alive. (and I love a good story about a character central to the plot who is dead before the story even begins, tbh.) She goes from someone I'd roll my eyes at, to someone I'd look up to, instead. She learns to be fierce, but not to lose her compassion in doing so. She learns to fight for not just herself, but others. She suffers, and it breaks her for a time - but she comes out of it stronger for it. She doesn't let it hold her down, anymore - she can't afford to, doesn't want to...she wants to fight back.

I love character development, and she's got it in spades...and that's not even touching on all the OTHER amazing characters around her in this series. Also, if you like a spicy slow-burn, this is it. 'Begrudging allies to lovers' is how I'd term it, I suppose. (I still long for a high production value show of this series...especially bc it would appeal to all kinds of people - it even goes post-apocalyptic later on! But not for the usual reasons.)

3. Margo Hanson, The Magicians (The show, not the books, for once)

Feminist icon without being 'cringe' about it - and has a line I love, later on, about how her father told her she could be anything she wanted...until she wanted to be those things. Suddenly, the world wanted her to pick - you can't be strong AND womanly; 'you can't have both,' they told her. And she said 'Fuck You', and did it anyways. She is impossibly strong, but even she feels deeply on the inside. She rarely, if ever, lets it show how heavy the weight of the world is...she just shoulders on, and does the things no one else will do. She stands up for what's right, and now and then she fucks things up, too...because she's only human. But she's never apologetic about who she is. She lives out loud, owns her body, owns her opinions, and the rest of the world better get the fuck out of her way, because she's got a witty one-liner...and a gun.

He's an alcoholic/addict, he's a wet rag, and he's basically the world's best occultist... whether you love him or hate him. (I love bisexuals getting the spotlight in media, so it's nice that he's that, too!) He's a rat bastard who's just trying to get by in a world that's chewed him up and spit him out time and time again - he drinks the pain away, he chases death, and...despite his best efforts, he lives. Because anytime he actually comes close to death, he realizes that it's all worth fighting for, actually - even if he always falls off the path again. Notably, neither he nor Harley Quinn were really supposed to be longstanding characters...and now they're both fully fleshed out people, and a couple of my favorites! I like that he's complex, mentally ill, and still tries to do what's right, most of the time. But the world pushes his hand, and something's got to give, and unfortunately it's usually the people around him who end up paying the price...which doesn't mean that he doesn't carry that guilt for the rest of his life, mind you. But the world itself was saved! ...though he'll never not regret the harm it causes the few people he lets close, and how it then causes so many others to avoid him like the plague, as they assume he's just a shit who will sacrifice his friends at the drop of a hat. He's the reluctant savior. The...anti-hero? I'm not even sure that's right, because he does want to do good. He just... does some fucked up things to achieve that good, because there's often genuinely no other way - and no one else has the fortitude or the know-how to do it but him. So he'll carry that load, so others don't have to. He'll smoke it away, drink it away...anything he has to, to quiet the guilt, and shame of saving the world from the shadows...never being thanked for it, because he doesn't fly around in spandex, or drive a fancy animal-themed car.

4. John Constantine, Hellblazer/DC Comics (An anti-hero I love, a rare bi-disaster MAN in media, and my favorite occultist/wizardy person in fiction, I think...besides Margo.)

Also, his Hellblazer comics are very politically left leaning and he shits on Tories and racists and homophobia, etc. He might hide his pain in ways that make him seem like a piece of shit, but at heart he knows what's right, and that his fellow man deserves better. (Also, it's implied that he slept with/dated King Shark...you go, king.)

5. Dracula, Bram Stoker's Dracula and Castlevania (first the game, then the show) I was obsessed with the book even as a kid, and when I saw the most iconic scene in a video game ever, I was in love with his Castlevania counterpart, too.

Not much else to add to this one - I just think he's cool! I love vampires! I love Mina, as well, for all the strength she shows in the face of almost-certain-doom...but I love a good villain, and Dracula is the perfect villain. Also, it turns out the whole book might just have been one big, gay metaphor from a man in the closet! That's pretty cool to find out, after all these years. I do love the backstory from the film of him being SO IN LOVE with his wife that he cursed God and just...became a vampire. Because 'I fought in your crusades and you let the woman I love kill herself? Fuck you, I'm just never going to die. Now I'll kill all your beloved humans!' Castlevania's backstory is similar enough that I enjoy both iterations of it - a man driven to madness by love, and loss...and in Castlevania, it's not even his FAULT he keeps getting summoned back, which is where this scene below even comes from, which kinda cracks me up. He specifically points out what pieces of shit humans are...they say they hate him, but it's humans who always summon him back to do THEIR dirty work.

6. Taimi, Guild Wars 2

When you first meet her, she's a bobble headed child prodigy, even among the incredibly intelligent race of Asura, with big hair and an even bigger pink bow on her head - who has a terminal illness, and a physical disability from it that makes it hard for her to walk...but it never stops her. Not even once. Commander might be a badass, but they'd be nothing without Taimi's vast intelligence saving the world time and again - and you almost have to watch her die! She loses her favorite mech, which is both a walking apparatus and her best friend, and goes on to lose her best friend/love interest...and the pain never breaks her. She's a literal child, a teen/young adult by current story - and the endurance and compassion and strength she shows are just...making me emotional to even write about. And while she's still alive in story at present (and they've aged her up over time!)... we discussed with her not that long ago in story how she is dying - and she feels the pressure to get as much done as she can before that day. But one day, she won't be with us anymore...and despite all the people that Commander has lost? I'll never be ready to lose my little rat-daughter.

Go play Guild Wars 2.

7. Jaina, World of Warcraft

You meet her as a young woman, in Warcraft - an idealist who believes in peace, and stands against the open, and blatant racism against the Orcs, and the Horde. She strives for this peace so hard that she allows her own father to be executed - and for years, she stands with the Horde, and speaks on their behalf and fights for peace...until those same people go out of their way to not just screw her over, but almost kill one of the only family members she has who accepts her, and steal an ancient artifact that could basically just wipe out the Alliance much like the bomb that was used to wipe out the whole city she was in charge of. She suffers from the guilt of not trying harder to help Arthas. She suffers so...so much guilt, for so many things. She isn't perfect, and she has acted out of hurt, and rage at times - but she grows, and learns, and becomes this whole person comprised of beautiful flaws and complexities. I know what it's like to have your friends betray you, and want to burn it all down. I know what it's like, to need years to come to terms with that hurt. I know the pain of years and years of guilt and self-loathing and 'what-if's'. Jaina has become an amazing woman who has helped people, hurt people, and learned both difficult, and beautiful lessons along the way, to become an ultimately better person who still believes in the rights of all people...just with less of that youthful naivete that got her so hurt and blindsided.

8. Ahsoka, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

I put off watching Clone Wars, and thought I wouldn't like how they worked Ahsoka in...and boy was I ever wrong. Finally, at long last, there's a female character who is given as thorough a Jedi treatment as Luke, or Anakin...if not better! I love analyzing the 'family lineage' of which Jedi mentors which, and it's a bit funny how Qui-Gon was a rule-breaker paired with Obi-Wan-the-rule-lover...and then he ended up with a padawan even more about going against the grain, because Qui-Gon was supposed to have 'raised' Anakin, himself - then Anakin ends up with a Padawan in an attempt to teach him about how to move on from loss...because all padawans grow up and move on with their lives, one day - but he ended up with someone just as hard-headed and outspoken and out-going as him, and he got a taste of what it was like to be his master! All that said, Ahsoka grows and develops and learns hard lessons, and...grows up as a child soldier in a war the Jedi never should have been a part of, anyways - and (spoilers) when she goes on to be wrongfully accused of a crime by the Jedi Council...they try to walk it back later by saying 'oh this was clearly a test by the Force and you've passed, hooray promotion'. Ahsoka is having none of it. It's hypocrisy. It's a lie. They can't put their own pride aside, and admit that they were wrong! And why would she want to be a part of an organization like that? That's not a promotion at all. Now she'd be just like them, and that leaves a sour taste in her mouth. (Not to mention other hypocritical things she notices throughout the series.) She goes on to learn to live in balance - not all emotions are bad. It's not about complete eradication of emotion, but learning which ones to cultivate, and which ones to set aside and think on. She learns what the elder (extremist) Jedi will not - balance. She becomes better than all those who came before...even Yoda, who is in her Jedi-family-lineage; he admits that the Jedi are blinded by their arrogance, but he's among them! I love everything about her story...so far, at least. I've got yet more catching up to do with Rebels and the Ahsoka show.

9. Asajj Ventress, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Honestly, I like her for a lot of the reasons I like Ahsoka - they're like two sides of a coin, and I think she even says this to Ahsoka later in the series. But Asajj suffered immensely early in life, and lost two father figures (even if one of them was her kidnapper) - to include a Jedi Knight who was briefly her Master, before he was slain in battle. She was picked up by Count Dooku, and had her pain and hate stoked like a fire...and in time he betrayed her, as well. And still...she went on to be resilient, strong, smart, and a master in her own fields of stealth and assassination. She learned hard lessons, and learned to think for herself - she learned that she didn't need any of those men who had come before, in her life...she only needed herself. Her own wits. Her own strength. Her own intelligence. Much like Ahsoka, she broke away from what others tried to mold her into, and became her own woman... whether people liked who she became, or not.

She's a badass. Watch Clone Wars. Read her books.

10. Buffy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Does this one need a reason? She's an imperfect badass, too! She's a lot like Mac, mentioned earlier - she's girly, but not always. Sometimes it concerns her what people might think of that - being feminine, but strong - but she learns to embrace her strength and ferocity and role in the supernatural world... although not without bucking against the system just like Ahsoka and Ventress do - she makes it her own. She plays by her rules, not the Council's, not her Watcher's...and when she does so selfishly, and screws up, she learns a hard lesson about the wisdom and input of your friends and family, and considering how your choices affect those around you. She decides she will not be a dog on a leash for the Council (maybe she was some inspiration for Ahsoka...) - she's here to do two things: look fly, and kick monster ass. Oh yeah - and empower other young women to do the same.

Honorable mentions for Spike (from Buffy), Lucifer (from the self-titled show), Aurene (GW2), Eliot Waugh (The Magicians), Catra (SPOP)

You'll no doubt note that pretty much all the women on the list are people who suffered immensely/were wronged and eventually grew stronger for that, and overcame both the situation and their own flaws...I love a bitch who can overcome both her own flaws, and the world itself being against her!

#favorite characters #blorbo from my shows #ugh I hate that word #The list goes on but we'd be here all week if I went on about EVERY character I love

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robbiefischer · 2 years ago

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oooooh maybe 🤒🖊️ 🥯💤🤓 for jules and niko? and maybe two other OCs of your choice if you're feeling up to it?

Ahhhh I love these, thank you! I hope it's okay, but I'm going to pick Lucy and Mae as my other OCs to answer for because I really want to talk about my girls more here, and they're new and shiny. Lucy is Elijah's older sister, and Mae is her wife. They're both doctors - Lucy is a pediatric emergency medical specialist who works in the ER and Mae is a pediatric surgeon at the same hospital. Cut to save a life (and your dash).

🤒 FACE WITH THERMOMETER — does your oc get sick easily?

I just did this question for Julian in another ask, if you don't mind I'm just going to link it here because I suspect this answer is going to get long! To paraphrase, less easily than I used to headcanon but a bit more easily than the average person. Niko fusses, because of course he does.

Niko's immune system is pretty good, maybe a bit better than average. He doesn't get every bug that goes around, but there are things that make it more likely to happen (plane travel, long, sustained periods of stress especially at work) and often if he does get sick it's because Julian has been and Niko's been busy being the sweetest husband ever to him.

Lucy definitely gets sick more often than she'd like and she's annoyed about it. Her immune system isn't horrible at all, it's probably just a bit worse than average, but she works a very high stress job in an ER with mostly children... it's constantly under siege.

Mae almost never gets sick. She's always had a really strong immune system, and that's never changed, even when she was an intern or during residency. It's not completely bulletproof though, and sometimes she's not as careful as she should be when she's busy fussing over her wife when Lucy's been sick and when it does happen? It's often a production.

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

Niko has a bunch of tattoos. He's got a full sleeve on his left arm, and is in the middle of having his right arm done - currently he's got a half-sleeve on the right side down to his elbow. Both of them are inspired by his and incorporate elements of his favorite pieces of art. He also has designs on the backs of both hands and fingers - Niko really loves drawing attention to his hands (he has gorgeous hands) with rings and manicures, and tattoos were an extension of that desire. Eventually he'd like to get an upper chest piece done but he's in the very preliminary stages of planning out what he wants for it with his artist and it won't happen for a couple of years.

Julian has a couple of tattoos, all very small and delicate. He has his and Niko's zodiac signs as constellations on his forearms, a small sparrow sitting on a leafless branch behind his ear, and one of his favorite lyrics in cursive right under his collarbones. He's not opposed to getting any more in the future, but he's not planning any others either.

Mae has a beautiful tattoo of an iris on the inside of her upper right arm (high enough that she couldn't potentially degrade the ink when she's scrubbing in for surgery) - her mother and sister have matching ones, they all got their tattoos in memory of Mae's grandmother after she passed. She doesn't want or plan to get any others.

Lucy doesn't have any tattoos, and doesn't plan on getting any. She has no issue with them on other people and often likes the artwork, but she doesn't want any on her body.

🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast?

Julian is not a breakfast person. He's really never in the mood to eat anything for a few hours after he's woken up, and if he has to (like if he's taking a medication that has to be taken with food in the morning) it makes him lowkey nauseous for the rest of the day. He'd rather just stick to sparkling water and coffee, wait until around 11am or so and then have an early-ish lunch.

Niko's almost the exact opposite. He needs to eat breakfast, or it throws his entire day off. He can't really handle anything sugary in the morning (not even his beloved cinnamon rolls), it just makes him feel weird and off all day, so he'll usually grab a bagel topped with hummus, or have some savory oatmeal or avocado toast instead.

Lucy isn't really a breakfast person, but she knows she needs something before she starts her work shifts so she'll either make herself a protein smoothie or shake before work. Drinking just feels a lot easier to her than eating when she's still struggling to wake up. And she needs coffee. Lots of coffee.

Mae always does breakfast. She doesn't feel functional without it, especially at work. She tends to do stuff she can grab and go though, like a bagel with, cream cheese, or avocado or hummus on it, or a breakfast sandwich.

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

Julian is a very light and pretty high-maintenance sleeper. He's dealt with insomnia since he was a teenager, and at this point he has a very strict bedtime routine that he sticks to which helps a lot. He always has to have a fan running, as well as a white noise machine and a Youtube sleep music playlist on. He always does yin yoga and stretches before bed, does a meditation session, has extra-strength melatonin gummies and a cup of chamomile, lavender and valerian root tea and wears a weighted sleep mask to bed which helps. If he doesn't stick to his routine, he has a MUCH harder time sleeping and will wake up at almost any tiny disruption.

Niko's a pretty heavy sleeper, but sometimes he has trouble falling asleep especially when he's been stressed. Julian's gotten him into doing a short bedtime routine with him (yoga before bed for his back so he doesn't wake up stiff, sleepy tea and no screentime right before bed) which helps a lot, no melatonin because he wakes up super groggy from it. But once he's out, he's out.

Lucy and Mae are both pretty light sleepers - it comes naturally to Mae, but Lucy's trained herself into it since she'll occasionally be called in for an emergency when she's not on shift and is at home, sleeping. Mae will just pop right up out of bed, ready to go but Lucy needs to throw herself into a cold shower for a couple of minutes to shock her system into staying awake. They're both really good at getting back to sleep if they've been woken up, once the head hits the pillow they're both out.

🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?

Niko's so chatty - he can make small talk with anyone, and is usually the one keeping conversations going when otherwise there'd be an awkward silence. He's such a social butterfly, he's very at ease in social situations even with strangers. It just comes very naturally to him. He attracts a lot of attention wherever he goes, and usually ends up with everyone's eyes on him at a party at least part of the time. Boy's got big Leo energy.

Julian... honestly, it depends on who he's around. If he's with his bandmates, his aunts or any of his good friends, he's pretty chatty and very at ease in social situations. With strangers or people he's not already comfortable with, he tends to be quieter and much more reserved. He's very good at faking being comfortable though, especially with fans. He'd never want them to feel like he's uncomfortable around them, but faking it means he comes home from meet and greets and things like that so exhausted and drained.

Lucy's kind of in the middle between chatty and quiet. She's not going to talk anyone's ear off, but she's good at reading the room and making conversation with people. Making small talk isn't her favorite thing to do ever, but she's gotten really good at it (even if sometimes she makes up alternate backstories for herself if she's sure she'll never see/speak to that person ever again). When it comes to social situations, she's pretty at ease but she does prefer smaller, more intimate gatherings over an entire roomful of people for her to hold court over.

Mae's super sociable, and really chatty. She likes nothing more than meeting new people, getting to know them and being around other people's energy. She's just so extroverted and a social butterfly. She loves big gatherings and parties, and always ends up having people gravitate towards her. She's a very charismatic person and tends to attract a lot of attention, and she loves that and thrives on it.

#oc ask meme #my ocs #oc: julian #oc: niko #oc: lucy #oc: mae #please please please please please consider asking me more about my girls

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thatonearkansaskid · 2 years ago

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🌸💮🌺🌷

HELL YEAH TY TY TY

🌸 [CHERRY BLOSSOM] Does your OC believe in legends/myths?

Solid question, yes. They all do. They LIVE in legends and myths. Fantasy world, after all!

💮 [WHITE FLOWER] Has your OC ever kissed someone? Who, when, and where?

Noah- Noah has! He's kissed Riktor several times in various places! After all, they are boyfriends!- (he's also kissed Derringer but that was a challenge.)

Sparrow: Sparrow has kissed two people in their life; Bethany from 4th grade, and Tarrel. She was with Tarrel before HE FUCKING BIT THE DUST

Jackson: Yes, several people. He doesn't like talking about it.

Julian: Once. One guy. He has yet to kiss Vyra. It will be a sweet, sweet day though.

🌺 [HIBISCUS] What does your OC think is the prettiest name?

Noah: "Riktor will always be the sweetest name I know <3"

Sparrow: "Cori-Blare! I've always loved that name. That's where Cori got his name."

Jackson: " any sort of floral name is pretty...I also like Moira's name... "

Julian: "I'm not sure. August is a favorite. (I'm biased, that's one of my mama's names.)"

🌷 [TULIP] What is your OC's favourite flower and colour?

Ahem, it's *COLOR*

Noah: Noah's favorite colors are anything halloween-y. Oranges, Purples, Blacks, all those colors! He's growing a certain fondness for Green, however...and his favorite flower? Dandelions. They're happy, sunny, and edible!

Sparrow: Sparrow's favorite colors are Cyan and Orange. And if you ask her why she likes Orange, she will punt you across California. Her favorite flower is a rose :)

Jackson: Red. He REALLY likes red. Red and Pink. His favor flowers are Hyacinths (He was named after them!) and Hibiscuses

Julian: Julian likes blue. Sky blue or a baby blue. Maybe the same shade as Adonis' hair? Probably. He also really likes seafoam green. His favorite flower is the lotus, and roses as well.

#Ask CY #Omg thanks for the ask #Ilysm #Mwah

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livingfictionsystem · 1 year ago

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Frequent Fronters Survey!

Full name? Xanthe Crow Lutece Zeitstück.

Gender/Pronouns? Androgyne. They and it, but 'it' is moreso preferred!

Orientation? Very pansexual. As in, gender has never factored into my attraction at all.

Role in the System? Cohost/social protector, everyone's collective OC, Cult Smasher 5000.

Star sign? Scorpio Sun, Leo Moon, Virgo Rising.

Favorite films? V for Vendetta, 2013 Great Gatsby, Grand Budapest Hotel.

Favorite TV series? Peaky Blinders and Shadow and Bone!

Favorite book? The Picture of Dorian Gray, the Diviners series, and the Six of Crows duology.

Favorite music? Shayfer James, Charming Disaster, Sarah and the Safe Word, Starset.

Favorite video games? Saints Row 2 and the entirety of the Bioshock series.

Characters you relate to? If Captain Jack Sparrow, Magnus Bane, and Howl Pendragon had a queer child, it would just be me.

Who’s your inner-system circle? Kaspar, Phisoxa, Aberle, Sumire, Koji, Prosper, sometimes the Harveys and, when it's Really a party, Oscar Wilde.

What do you look like in the inworld? Not too different than the outerworld! My skin is darker and my eyes are wider, rounder, and lighter. My mouth is wider and I'm a bit shorter-- about 5"5. My hair is split blonde and black, but in the inworld, I have a blonde streak on the black side and a dark blue streak on the blonde side.

What’s your aesthetic? I think y'all know. No, I'm a Victorian fop with a love of jewel tones, especially blue and gold. Sometimes I go more pirate, sometimes more vampire, sometimes a constellation-clad library goblin. But yes, I love neo-Victorian, ouji, fancy pirate, etc.

What’s your internal origin story? I was essentially an OC Phisoxa created to entertain his adoptive son. In the story he created, I was an androgynous AFAB German who moved to London and lived in a clocktower, before discovering I was actually dead the whole time. Then I was rekilled for being queer and "masquerading as a boy." (I reworked Phisoxa's original story because, no offense, but I'm the better writer. It's for sale!) Then Phisoxa decided that she wanted to bring her OC to life, and collected bits of souls, includling her own, to create my personality. Once Phisoxa had like, the rough draft of me, he stuck it into a clockwork crow, then a blue and gold pocket watch, with the idea that someone would find a body to fling me into. Phisoxa made me to have a creation with pieces of his own soul and to also have someone that will "break the cycle." See, there's a curse involving how we always end up with abusive people, in the inworld. Which has really OBVIOUS applications in the outerworld, when I look at it. (Phisoxa uses she and he, if you're confused.)

What’s your day-to-day life internally? Anywhere from brilliantly fun to insanely stressful. Sometimes, I'm in a castle and drinking cocktails and watching two centuries-old vampires banter about petty shit, sometimes I'm trying to talk someone out of committing suicide via magical/possessed means, sometimes I'm fighting for my life and actively feeling everything, sometimes I'm flying as a crow to the abandoned European building. It seems like it's always me involved in setting fires or putting them out. I live an old inn in Prague and work there for room and board. I also spend a lot of time in dimensional rifts and timelocked places since some of my favourite people are actually dead/ghosts in modern times.

What’s your day-to-day life externally? Taking selfies, writing, reading, promoting my work. I love exploring Rochester and taking walks, especially past anywhere that has a "no trespassing" sign. I love working at the bar and bantering with my hotel friends. I eat and breathe literature and love to rewatch some of my favourite shows. I do have good friends around here but we're all chronically under-spooned groundhogs that just lift up flags that say "I SUPPORT YOU' when none of us have the energy to text back. More often, I'll lock myself into my study and have a controlled breakdown about what's happened to me and suddenly a masterpiece comes out of my fingertips.

What do you wish more people knew about you?

What you see is what you get. I'm not as bad as whatever ex you're flashing back to, I'm not as good as you want me to be. I'm a selfish, aggrandizing, pun-wielding drunk with my head in the clouds, but I do my best not to be a hypocrite and not hurt the people I care about. You're not going to save me and I'm not going to save you, but we can at least trade jokes hunt for the art and romance in this fetid reality.

-Xanthe 🪶

#disassociative identity disorder #did system #xanthe #did alters #meet the alters

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marvelobsessed134 · 2 years ago

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Request guidelines

In this post I will talk about everything to do with requests.

I don’t respond to vague requests meaning ones like “Nikki and a breeding kink” I need some more details especially if I’m going through writers block ykwim 😭

How to request:

Click on the button of my page that says “ask me anything 🤍” and submit an ask either publicly or anonymously. Here you will be able to write and request anything your heart desires.

My favorite people/characters to write for are: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Kate Bishop, Dwayne and Paul from TLB, Tommy Lee, Nikki Sixx, Vince Neil, Mick Mars, Tom Keifer, Eric Brittingham but I of course love to write for the other people listed below 🩷

Who/what I write for:

🎀 = my favorites

Bands/rockstars/musicians:

Motley Crue (all members)🎀

Tom Keifer🎀

Eric Brittingham🎀

Guns N Roses (all members)

Blackie Lawless

Kirk Hammett

James Hetfield 🎀

Courtney Love

Kurt Cobain

Dave Grohl

Elvis Presley 🎀

Joan Jett

Lita Ford

Bret Michaels

Jani Lane

Stephen Pearcy

Robin Crosby

Sebastian Bach

Peter Steele 🎀

Kenny Hickey

Josh Silver

Dave Mustaine

Chelsea Wolfe

Chappell Roan

Lana Del Rey

Hozier

Victoria De Angelis

Jim Morrison

George Harrison

Paul McCartney

Olivia Rodrigo

MARINA

Celebrities:

Actors of the marvel characters I write for (so, Scarlett, Hailee, Lizzie, Sebastian, etc.)

Pamela Anderson 🎀

Cindy Crawford

Michael B Jordan

Billy Wirth 🎀

Johnny Depp

Jenna Ortega

Anne Hathaway

Marvel men:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes 🎀

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker (Tom Holland and Andrew Garfield only)

Tony Stark 🎀

Thor Odinson 🎀

Marvel women:

Natasha Romanoff 🎀

Wanda Maximoff 🎀

Carol Danvers

Valkyrie

Kate Bishop 🎀

Yelena Belova

Kamala Kahn (Platonic only)

Peggy Carter

Felicia Hardy

Daisy Jones and The Six:

Daisy Jones 🎀

Billy Dunne

Karen Sirko

Warren Rojas/Rhodes 🎀

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington 🎀

Billy Hargrove 🎀

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

The Lost Boys:

Paul

Dwayne 🎀

Star

DCEU:

Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie)

Gossip Girl:

Nate Archibald

Blair Waldorf

Carter Baizen

Sons Of Anarchy:

Jax Teller

Tara Knowles

Chibs Telford

Misc characters:

Elaine Parks (The Love Witch 2016)

Elvira, Mistress Of The Dark

Nancy Downs (The Craft 1996)

Gloria (Modern Family)

Barbie (Barbie 2023) 🎀

Ken (Barbie 2023)

Count Dracula (Dracula 1931)

Edward/Master Gracey (Haunted Mansion 2003)

Jennifer Check (Jennifer’s Body 2009)

Tiffany Valentine (Bride Of Chucky 1998)

Jack Sparrow (Pirates of The Caribbean)

Steve Kemp (Fresh 2022)

Lance Tucker (The Bronze 2016)

Topics/prompts I DON’T write about:

Nothing to do with animals or pedophilia (innocent/slightly infantilized!reader is ok as long as she’s an adult)

Rape (I do write some dubcon/cnc fics though but no violent rape or anything like that)

Dom!Reader (because I mainly write these fics from my perspective and fantasies, I prefer to write a sub reader because I put myself in y/ns shoes when I write and I am a submissive person myself)

Age regression/play (sometimes I have ddlg undertones in my fics, but I don’t do straight up age play. I prefer to call it subspace.)

Piss kink

Scat

Switch!reader

Suicide (whether that be self harm or the act itself)

Body image/EDs/Body insecurities

G!PReader

Angst without a happy ending

Male reader (female reader only)

OCs (I do not write for any original characters that aren’t mine or reader with a face claim)

Male on male sex. I will write MMF threesomes though

Anything like really abusive where characters get permanently/extremely harmed if you want gore this is not the place for that

My favorite kinks:

Daddy/mommy kinks

Dollification

Degradation

Praise

Pet/master

24/7 dynamics

Anyways, my requests are always open, so ask away! Also just because my requests are open does not mean I’m going to do your request. It is a request not a demand <3 sometimes I simply just don’t want to write a prompt cause I don’t like it or whatever

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twsted-princess · 2 years ago

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A Dilemma

To celebrate one hundred ships with my main girl, really I wanna thank all my friends for tolerating my bullshit and making many of my favorite memories. Y'all are the best.

Tagging: @shinsen-haruki @fumikomiyasaki @terrovaniadorm @rookvonhunt @thetwstwildcard @sakuramidnight15 @vivaresmala @silent-dragon @multydoodles @ellovett @the27th @hades-eternal @forestwispocs @hey-its-cweepy @fullplaidponydreamer @vale-ocs-roleplay @oseathepebble @another-twisted-wonderland-fan @sparrow-20 @windbornearchon @starry-night-rose and @wanou-dorm

This is bad. This is really, really bad. Melanie stared up at her ceiling, there was a small hole that needed fixing but that wasn't on her mind. She couldn't sleep. Not with her brain racing in every direction. The thoughts in her head were clear as day as she listened to Grim snore. Rolling over to her side, stuffed toy in hand she reached for her phone. Patting around until she found it and turned it on while laying back in her original spot. Her fingers typed the password and headed to the text button, then immediately tapped on her group chat. The one she shared with her closest friends. She quickly sent a message, most of them are sleeping so they probably won't see it but it was important. 'Could we meet up after school tomorrow? There's something I need to say.' Mel then turned her phone off, placing it aside and closed her eyes. Hoping to get at least some sleep in before what might happen tomorrow.

The phone went off a few times for the rest of the night as she slept not as well as she'd like. Soon it was morning, the usual routine. Get ready for school, do some chores, get whatever work Crowley's needs done, then classes followed by more work and then lunch. Lastly more classes until the final bell rings. She got up from her seat as Kirsten walked over to her. "Ya ready?" She asked as the brunette collected her things, Mel nodded and the two were off. Louise poked his head out from the chest pocket to see Melanie. He was concerned, he knew she had something on her mind but he didn't want to pry. But she seemed happy talking to Kirsten about whatever was on their minds as they walked down the hall. Keres saw the two and waved them down as they stood around with the rest of the crew. The girls headed over to the small crowd before Melanie gestured for them to follow her. "So what's the big rush Mellomar?" Keres asked as they headed out into the front courtyard and down the path to the Ramshackle. "I'll explain but....it's important." Melanie smiled weakly and the gang followed.

At the dorm the group sat down on the squeaky not super comfortable couch and chairs with Carol grabbing drinks from the fridge so that they can quench their thirst. Melanie sat in her chair, holding the lemon lime soda can as Keres was the first to speak up. "Sooooooooo you gonna tell? We won't judge." they smiled at the princess who patted her leg with her hand, fighting the creeping thoughts in her head. "Well...........um..........." She couldn't even look at her friends and Louise stared up at her. "Your highness it's ok." He watched her brows furrow before nodding. Taking a breath she squeaked out a simple phrase. "I think I'm in love." Louise gasped as the gang stared at her in shock, turning than into joy. "Congratulations!!!" Melody squealed as she clasped her hands together while Nyphy shot her a thumbs up. Keres and Kirsten shared a smirk as the Idia's right hand woman spoke up "About fucking time." Carol grinned as Louise stood there in awe. She's in love???? Well......this is new!!! But he gave Melanie a big grin and went off "Who is it? They ought to be a good pick!!" She then looked away, twirling two fingers around with her cheeks turning pink. "There's.........a problem with that." The group then looked confused as she muttered "I like............a lot of people." Carol looked to the group before gazing back at Melanie. "It means you just have a big heart, but I am curious of exactly who you fell for."

The gang listened in as she recounted her recounting her tales. There was one with a naga girl that lives in the Ramshackle that she's known for a while, another with a carny bear guy from Savanaclaw. Carol was the first to know that folks the princess fell for. Fabio, the rabbit beastman and one of her students. He was a sweet guy, the perfect candidate really. Then she heard Kumo's name. Sure he was a thief but he treats the both of them with respect so she guessed he wasn't too bad. Then came Fennec, another decent guy who would treat Mel right even if he's a wanderer. But then....Tyler. She frowned at the thought of him being with her best friend. Hate.......is a strong word but she thought he was a real ass. But he seemed to be good around Mel so she bit her tongue and sipped her soda. More stories flowed as the princess gushed about a fox boy from that Wanou dorm Leroy keeps visiting.

More stories poured in from Melanie as she talked about even more folks she's experienced. From the sleepy first frog loving boy from Sombraj and another Savanaclaw student, this one was a female hunter. Nyphy was paying attention but she couldn't help but look at the clock. She wasn't gonna take long right? Granted none of them really had something planned but as Melody and Carol asked more questions she could feel herself doze off. Then she heard Eric's name. She knew him....sort of. He's a vice leader at Hourglass Station and she knew they've been penpals as Mel had shown her a letter from him. So she got the hots for him? She thought about it before smiling to herself, Eric's bro's gonna have a field day with that knowledge. Reagan was also not totally paying attention but she enjoyed listening to the others cheer her on. Darcy then came up and she blinked. He's that Scarabia tutor, weirdo but not a bad guy she guessed. Melody herself was cheery as can be. Cooing over her friend's crushes and pushing her to spill more of the tea. With a warm smile she listen to the stories seeing Mel blush and get flustered. She heard a familiar boy with a penchant for flirting and gardening, that had to be Sylvain. He's a great guy!! Then she heard another HSA student who tends to hoverboard! Oh that would be Saphira! Another great pick! But then Mel mentioned two folks at once, well of course she knew a sleepy man with a son and a moth mom any day of the week. Daido and Amalya, both wonderful choices!!

Lacie yawned, stretching her arms to the sky and drudging down the hall. Trying to talk to demons sure can knock you out. She rubbed the hour long nap sleep from her eyes as she headed down the hall, what she needed was food. Maybe some mango or berries, anything sweet. But as her sliper clad feet guided her to the treasure trove of sugar she could hear giggles and someone talking. She knew who it was, her dorm leader but when she peeked around the corner she wasn't expecting people over. Or even what the blue eyed senorita was talking about. Crushes.....oh well. Gossip is gossip and Lacie was interested. She leaned against the wall out of sight as she listened in. Mel was gushing about this pretty girl with a beautiful singing voice in Pomefiore until she heard someone familar.

A tough lion girl from Savanaclaw and an ice cold siren from Octavinelle. Kiara and Veil, she shouldn't be that surprised. Then it was also the brooding beauty from Ignihyde who wanted to punch Idia, she chuckled to herself knowing it was Isidoros. The rest she all knew very well too. Lovette Diasomnia's vixen, Scarabia's forlorn mother Nasira, Octavinelle's chill son of the sea Nerus, the wolf of Arachninox Jinrou, Crowley's own son Erza, and especially the knightly feline Catherine with her pesudo boyfriend the friendly dragon Jasper. She smirked to herself seeing her friend get this red but her sly enjoyment turned to surprise when she talked about Pyxis. So she's got a thing for the masked man? Well this is exciting but before she could leave.......she heard her own name leave Melanie's lips. Oh.....oh wow. She felt her own face grow very warm as she heard her best friend talk about how she really had feelings for her.......and also Lyre. Well......this is....a lot. Lacie then quickly rushed back to her room, this needs some processing.

Maequlie smiled as the gang talked. It had been a while now but the conversation seemed to flow on. She watched as Louise chirped in here and there as Melanie talked about her loves, he looked happy but she could tell he was a little concerned over certain names coming up. Carol, Keres, Orion and Melody were still chatting but Nyphy had curled up in her chair scrolling through her phone and Kirsten had gone up to pace around the dorm. The jester grinned before taking a sip of her water as she listened to more tales. About a gentlemenly bat man, a dramatic fae, a sly incubus and a sake loving demon from another school. She chuckled to herself as her friend then spoke about someone she had an inkling of a vindication. Buka, the demon from Terrovania. She's seen them lingering around her before so it seems to be mutual. Then another Terrovania, stoic giants Deidra and Naya came from Mel's lips. So there was a type if it hadn't been obvious already. After some gushing there was more where that came from. The tough wolfman Eduardo, crafty Benedict, sly Hassan, the quiet Tahanii, and princely Yuu-Mun. All were nice, although Maequlie was giggling to herself. This'll be a fun show.

Orion blinked, then blinked again. They've been here for like........an hour? Hour and a half? Time seem to be an enigma as she slouched back in her spot on the couch. There was a smile on her face sure but really at this point it was out of bewilderment. How the hell did she not notice Mel was crushing on this many fucking people? And she was still going? It was almost amazing she hadn't been caught yet. She talked about a fox queen from Diasomnia, a flowery wizard from RSA, the less douchey half of a set of twins at Pomefiore, another fox girl, and owl girl and then two fucking demons???? The sea deity listened on baffled over what she was hearing until she heard someone really familiar. Shima and Mika????? Daido's brother and clone???? "You gotta be shitting me....." Orion grumbled before Melanie looked over to them slightly worried. "Is....there something wrong?" she asked but the starry face teen shook her head.

"Nah you're good, it's nothing." Mel watched with a concerned glance as Orion chugged down the last of her cola before getting up to grab another. The table was already covered in soda cans and a large bag of chips as the princess continued with Melody's encouragement. As Orion took another cola out she was listening as Jacob was brought up. Jacob, Jacob............oh yeah that rich nerd's brother. They've gotten into fist fights before, hits like a motherfucker. But as she took a sip she heard a name. MINNIE??????? AND KALA?????? The group looked over to see Orion spit her drink out and look back wide-eyed. "YA MEAN THOSE TWO MONSTERS TRYNA KILL EACH OTHER!!?!?!!?!?!?!?" Melanie looked in shock as Carol rubbed her temple. "We can clean that later...." Orion ignored the mess as she rushed back, climbing over the couch and looked at Melanie dead in the eyes. "Please tell me there's more." she said seriously, leaning forward causing Melanie to shy away not looking them in the eye. "Well......" She then went on to talk about Ajax and Galland the rival dorm leaders of Cybernetta. Those two........well one's nice and she's surprised that Mel's still alive from talking to the other. Then it was.......Roya and Namor. More Gracery folks. "Mel I'm gonna be honest, you're either the bravest or the dumbest bitch I've ever met.....and I'm friends with Melody."

As Melody called out her sister from another mister Keres smiled. They were just as baffled as everyone else. God it was a fucking roller coaster and it's still going. The chip bag was almost empty, there was like two cookie sleeves open and more bottles of water and soda pop. Carol had joined the squad of Nyphy and Reagan in not really paying attention but listening in but everything's fine. Everything is dandy and all is good in the world. Mel continued on and they of course knew people. The little princely Adam from Terrovania, grumpy Midge from Tetravania and the overly cheerful (and slightly feral) Marinus from Octavinelle. But then they perked up at the name Bora. Oh Bobo!! They're buddies with him! He's a great coworker and a super sweet guy!! They leaned in for more info on him and Mel provided but then there was Lee. She's an RSA dorm leader, they didn't know her super well but from when Mel's saying she seemed like a nice lady. Then of course, there was more. A mega grump but sweet dude named Kevin was next and they were interested until.......Florence came up.

A frown came over Keres's face and they barely held back a scoff. "What's wrong?" Melanie asked concerned but Keres shook her head. "Nothing. I just don't like him is all." Granted he was a good guy but him being a nurse gave them the heebie-jeebies. But they let her talk before moving the topic to.....another eyebrow-raiser. Sue.......the trashtalking, rabble rousing "Look at me funny and I'll rip your arm off" dorm leader-ish of Terriauria. Ok.......? They could sorta guess their friend has a thing but even Louise was surprised. He did grimace when Kala and Minnie were mentioned, likely bad experiences. Of course they didn't really wanna push him but Mel did share a look of "we can talk later" with the mouse. But then more drama. Macros..........that kinda sneaky but weirdly charming guy from RSA.......alrighty then. He was......odd, but kinda hot so Keres didn't judge until................"ACHILLES?!?!?!?!!?" Keres screamed, jumping onto their feet. Oh no. No. No no. No no no no no no no no no no no!!! Not that assface!! Melanie squeaked, almost jumping back at Keres. "B- But he....." the perfect tried to calm them down but Keres looked confused, insulted and more or less bewildered. "He's tried to kill me. Multiple times." Mel started sweating until Keres sighed. "You really are a piece of work Mellomar." they said before sitting back down and chugged their soda down.

Kirsten sat there, absorbing the chaos and chatter. Great. Awesome. She now has all the backmail material she could ever hope for. Mel really didn't have to open her mouth but she did and now she has consequences. Kirsten loved her friend, she really did. But man this is the worst thing she could possibly do. She was zoning in and out the whole time. Occasionally piping in with a comment about one of Mel's crush or just getting up to walk around cause holy fucking shit it's been two damn hours and she's still talking about boys. Upon getting back from her fourth walk around she sat back down as Keres lost their shit over Melanie finding the guy who takes skulls as trophies cute. Honestly he was kinda hot but eh whatever. As she grabbed the cookie sleeve, taking a couple out and watching the chaos unfold it slowly winded back down. Mel then stopped looking at her friends worried "Should...I stop talking?" she asked as Carol looked to everyone. "If you want to that's fine." Keres nodded in agreement as Orion got up to stretch but Kirsten looked at Melanie. "That's not everyone right?" The princess gulped, she was caught. "There can't be more......" Nyphy sighed with everyone now glancing over at Mel. "Go on, you dug this grave. You're laying in it." Kirsten was serious as Mel trembled. "O-Ok....."

She went for hopefully the last time. And the first one was already caused an uproar. "Kierron!?!?!?" The group aside from Kirsten shouted. The leader of Kombatra?!?!? The guy who hosts a yearly blood sport?!?!!? Melanie looked away thoroughly embarrassed, she couldn't really explain herself here. But wait! There's more! Some were decent options. Guys like Erza, Brick, Vladimir, Citron, Celadon, Ferdinand, and Michi were respectable. Octavius, Tobias, Misha, Philip, Maurice, Dusk, Midas and Jupiter were all nice guys and Louise was extremely excited hearing Jirou's one of her interests. But then there.......questionable fellows. Folks like Johan, Fraiser, Kakia, Song Fenhua, and Mars. Then Ruben, Derrick, Solomon, A'rachk, Emile, and Lucifer.........not awful but they certainly have issues. Kirsten was enjoying this, partly in a sadistic way seeing Melanie squirm but she couldn't help but sigh. Mel's got a bleeding heart that's for sure, this couldn't get worse. Oh how wrong she was. Candice. Miko. Micah. Arsene. Cervos. The spectral girl watched as one by one the group lost it. Then she slowly rose, walking over to Melanie who squirmed back. "Uuuuuu-" She was then punched straight to the tit. "You're a fucking dumbass."

Johan watched from above, his presence unseen by the girls as Louise ranted and raved and Kirsten just stood there in an angry huff. Melanie, the one who confessed her feelings for him embarrassed and apologizing for wasting her friend's time while nursing herself pained chest. Odd girl. But a charming one at that.

#my writing #my work #HOLY FUCKING SHIT #Man this was a lot #But thank you everyone for dealing with my bullshit and making the best memories <3

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sparrowsingsstories · 2 years ago

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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Thank you @theartofblossoming! Warning - long post ahead!

Currently, it's a toss-up between Cry Mercy (which has a chapter ready to upload, but uh...I need to upload it) and Sparrow's Story (Fly Away Little Bird) and Frankie & Beau's story.

Cry Mercy because...yeah, this story has been pulling me along for well over a year now. We're over 150K words (I think), I'm getting into the last 1/3 of the story, and I'm looking towards part 2 - which I'm tentatively titling No Mercy. Mercy is just great to write. So much emotion, so much grit, so much poly craziness. And incorporating SS2 has been interesting. A new way to look at the game and plot. Of course, this story started the insane OC creation between @alder-berry and I and the weird and wonderful Jamaica Plains settlement so yeah...I have a lot that I love about this one.

Fly Away Little Bird and Sparrow are dear to me. So very dear. She's my favorite OC. She encompasses so much of who I am, what my struggles are, my hopes and dreams and more all wrapped up in a 4'9" package. She's morphed from a character who was made on a whim into somebody living and breathing and worthy of a story of her own. One that will span Cry Mercy and end with No Mercy. A story about found family, loss, love, friendship, and growing. She's dear to me and when her story is done, I will probably mourn it. I've never written a story about a character I love so much, and yeah...yeah.

Frankie & Beau's story (title to be determined still). Alright. Frankie is my second most beloved character. I mean - it's really close here. She's all of my Southern wrapped up in my religious trauma (poor Frankie) who found love in an unlikely place and now has to go home to realize it was never home to begin with. Her story spans from Jamaica Plains to the Dallas/Ft. Worth area of Texas and then up into the Cascades of Washington state. Besides Darcy in Fly Away Little Bird and Grace Williams, Sparrow's adopted mother and @alder-berry's most amazing character ever, Beau just has my heart 110%. Look - if Beau Adams stepped into my life right now, I'd just go with him. He's just...he just IS. A man who doesn't want to kill anymore, but for the person he loves, for his family, will kill anybody. And for Frankie? He'll ride that motorcycle to hell and back if she asked. Not that she would. Though going to Texas kinda feels like it. Hah.

#ask answered #oh this was amazing and wonderful #thank you for giving me the opportunity to answer this!#Mercy Hamilton #Sparrow Williams #Frankie #Fallout 4 ocs #Fallout 4 writing #Fallout 4 fics #My writing #Maggie Writes

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acrowamongsparrows · 3 years ago

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A Crow Among Sparrows

A Witcher OC Roleplay Blog

“Gather round now,” came the calm voice of the bard as he pulled up a chair, a smile on his face as the patrons young came to sit before him. He wore a thick blue coat that seemed to have seen many more seasons than lined his own face. The green eyes bright with mirth but hiding a deep wild sadness that he obviously did his best to push aside. “Who here knows what a Witcher is?”

“A monster!” One voice piped up with an agreeance of murmurs from the other children.

The bard tilted his head thoughtfully, listening to the gibbering of the kids before perking up as he pointed to one of them. “You! What did you say?”

The other children stopped talking and turned to look at a small girl who looked suddenly very shy as the red grew in her face to match her hair. She tried her best to whisper and hide.

“Come on no, don’t be afraid. Say it again.” The bard insisted, his smile welcoming as he leaned forward.

Gulping hard she would speak louder now, her face growing more crimson by the second. “They’re not monsters.”

“Why?”

“Because,” she looked at the other kids again and then back into the green eyes. “They kill them.”

The bard nodded sagely at her words and sat up straight again. “You are correct. They hunt the monsters.”

“My da says they bring all the bad stuff,” a boy interjected.

“Bad stuff? Like what?” The green eyes gave the young girl reprieve as he turned to the boy now, arching a brow at him.

“Like..like...monsters!” The child hesitated at first being caught on the spot, the others giggling before answering the question as well.

“Vampires!”

“Wolfmen!”

“Skeletons!”

“Milkmaids!”

“Dragons!”

The bard nodded again as he mentally took in their words, tapping his chin in deep thought. “Wow, that’s a lot of ‘bad’ stuff. So how do you get rid of them?”

The kids stopped as they thought about it.

“You,” the crimson faced girl again hesitated but found herself emboldened by the bards calling her initially. “You call a Witcher.”

Smile wide with bits of off-white teeth showing, the bard would look back to them as even a few of the older crowd were turning to watch now. “Ah there you go now. You call a witcher to deal with the monsters.”

“And then you toss em-,” a little began to the first bars to a VERY familiar song.

“Shh!” A nearby child ribbed him with a frown as the story was set to begin.

Rising up to his feet the blue coated bard would crack his neck and stretch his arms above him, ready to begin a long night of story telling. “You all are very intelligent and well thought out minds for sure. And you all seem to know your stuff on these monster slayers for I’m sure you’ve heard of the famous ones here.”

A plethora of nods followed as they watched him. “Good so we can cut the backstory and dive right in the meat of it.”

The bard sat back again on his stool before leaning forward on his knees as he whispered. “Let me tell you about a crow...”

Welcome to ‘A Crow Among Sparrows’, a Witcher OC roleplay blog. Here I have decided to make my own tales adjacent to the tales of Geralt and other fan favorites from the Witcher series. Along with the Witcher series I have used a lot of the ideas from the Ravenloft setting to add new characters and ideas to my own interpretation of the Witcher verse. From the Vistani, to vampires, and all kinds of other dark creatures of the night I love to delve into the supernatural horror fantasy.

Is it accurate? No. Is it ‘lore’ abiding? Not really. Do I use a lot of D&D stuff to add more fluff? Yes. Do I mix up a lot of my own canon? All the time. Do I enjoy writing about spooky monster hunting within an amazing settings? Yes I do.

So I hope you enjoy what I put out there, maybe interact with your own characters, and we all hope that I keep going with this for awhile.

Dramatis Personae

Eldridge of Kovir

Duncan Waycrest

Janus Klaudin

Alfred Klaudin

original art from @sirenofdusk

#the witcher #witcher oc #eldridge of kovir #Duncan Waycrest #janus klaudin #alfred klaudin #van richten's guide to ravenloft #roleplay #about the blog #rp #witcher ttrpg

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anderfels · 3 years ago

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hello, I would like to talk about my Fable 3 OC, Carolina.

Very fashionable, but also socially conscious. She broke the "tradition" of royals getting a new wardrobe every season, she's the first Queen to re-wear formal gowns and then establish a rotating permanent collection at the National Museum where the proceeds go to a different charity each quarter.

She's also the only other Royal to enter and win then Bloodstone Boxing Tournament (the first was her mother).

Ignores the rumors that Walter Beck is actually her father, because even though she doesn't really remember her parents- she's seen film footage/pictures and can definitely see the resemblance.

was a Party Princess during high school/college, there were a few times her brother had to give her A Look because of photos the tabloids ran.

Loves dogs. Scout is her constant companion and she loves to just let him loose in the palace lawn so he can run around. Her Instagram is just full of dog pictures as well.

HELLO, I LOVE HER. actually looked through her tag a bit and found some dresses that you had tagged for her and they are very, very gorgeous. this dress in particular... i love it. gugu mbatha-raw is also a great fc! could i ask if she has a favorite dress that she might re-wear more than others? what kind of charities do the proceeds go to? or is it truly a random selection?

and following in her mother's footsteps and winning a whole-ass tournament... let's go, ladies!!

how is her relationship with walter? i looked at her blurb, and her mother is sparrow right? who is her father? how do you think her relationship with her parents would be like if they were around to see her grow up? (sorry, i don't know much about fable--i've only played the 3rd game and that was years ago--so hopefully these questions make sense? aksjdks)

also A Look 😭 what kind of shenanigans did she get up to? did this change public opinion of her? if it did, how so?

dogs!!! where did she find scout? what breed is he? an instagram full of dog pics is great, tbh. has she ever considered adopting more dogs?

i also saw that she is in a relationship with ben flynn? how did they meet! :o what drew them to each other?

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melancholypirates · 4 years ago

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I wrote a thing in my notes about how much I've began to dislike where I moved and my author brain went 'post it' so I'm doing so.

Indulge me if you wish

Despite living a similar routine, aside from the working every day, nothing here felt right. Nothing here felt like home.

Home was that little town where you could still find multiple places to go to keep yourself entertained.

Home was that little cafe that was a five minute walk if even, where I could sit in my usual corner and sip on a cup of coffee and have many of the older folks be curious to what I was writing on that old laptop covered in stickers.

Home was the tattoo shop right next to that cafe. Where I would walk in just to make a quick appointment but would end up talking to the owner for about ten minutes if she wasn't busy. Always ending with me asking her to tell her child, my friend, that I said hi.

Home was the small patch of woods that I would walk through whenever I wanted to get inspired. Where I would blast music in my ears and pretend I was in a music video. Or the occasional soundtracks and imagine I was sailing the seas with Jack Sparrow or fighting titans along side Eren Yeager.

Home was the gas station that was right outside of those woods, where I was known by face there and I would always laugh at joke my favorite cashier would make about the amount of monster energy and redbull I would buy.

Home was that small sub division that I would make at least five laps around, coming up ideas for all of my stories or where I would just have the same song on repeat as I stared up at the night sky.

Home was that empty house I lived in, where I would sing songs at the top of my lungs to get my emotions out. Or where I would dance around the living room, silently praying that I wouldn't slip on the hardwood floor.

Home was that boy that lived on the other side of the subdivision, that I used to hangout with daily. Where we would sing til our hearts content. Sit on the front porch of his house and laugh at how stupid we were. Or lay on the ground, talking about all of the things we hated about ourselves and then try and distract from the fact that we were never really okay mentally by bringing our attention to the stars to point out constellations. And to where I would constantly try to ignore that I was in love with him, so could keep the bond that we had.

Home was where my friend lived with me for a small amount of time and we would sit there and watch One Piece and constantly pausing to talk about our OC's.

Home was where my best friend would just walk inside and flop down on my bed next to me and we would lay there, sharing a mental breakdown and deciding that we would ignore our problems like any other mentally ill young adult.

Home was the movie nights I would have with my best friends, where each week we would alternate who would show what movies.

Home was getting high with that same boy I was in love with and praying to the gods that I didn't tell him I was in love with him.

Home was that high school I would visit sometimes just to talk to my favorite teacher, whom was like a father to me.

This place isn't home. This place is somewhere I don't belong. I don't have my cafe nor my tattoo shop. I can't walk through the woods and hear jokes about my caffeine addiction. There is no longer a subdivision to stumble through. No more moments with my friends. I can't visit my father figure as easily anymore. No more screaming song lyrics and dancing around the living room. And there is no boy that I told everything to who I fell in love with while staring up that the stars.

All there is, is the feeling of being an outsider in a place where I don't belong.

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razorblade180 · 5 years ago

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OC test:Speech!

[everyone shall be put in front of crowd and say something. Think of it like rallying troops, orientation, declaring war, whatever. The crowd is 500 strong.]

All the characters stand on a stage, overlooking the wave of people. Jacquelyn stands behind a podium with a microphone while everyone waits their turn.

Jacquelyn:Ummmm, sup? Not much for speeches so I’ll keep this brief. I don’t know what problems you all have, your background, or where you’re heading. What I do know is I’m down to listen to all of it. A traveler loves a good story, so make it your best.

The crowd of people seem a bit caught off gaurd, yet enlightened. They lightly clap and nod as she bows before letting Sienna take the spotlight.

Jacquelyn:Good luck!

Sienna:(How the hell do I follow that up!?)

Sienna:*clears throat* Yo, my name is Sienna Frost. The lovely lady before me was my mother if anyone was wondering. I might have two sets of ears but I assure you, story time isn’t my favorite thing. You wanna show me who you are, then do it instead. As far as mine goes, don’t worry where I’ve been. Just watch where I’m headed. I just might surprise you.

She held up a peace sign and made her exit, leaving the crowd with nothing to say. It would’ve felt like going against her words. Jael came up next. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. The girl chose to back away then began to float up to draw everyone’s direction.

Jael:Remember, on the ground or in the air, look up to me.

That’s all she said before leaving. All the characters were absolutely stunned. Even Carmine. She was sure she’d be the only one to say something wild. Yujin awkwardly walked up next. People immediately started to smile and seem pleasantly surprised.

Yujin:By the looks of some of you, I take it you see my mother’s face in me? That’s fine, it’ll make this easier. Yujin Xiao Long, the girl that’ll be in future text books. Until then, watch me do my thang!

She gave the crowd a prideful smile and a fist bump into the air to hype them up. The crowd did it back and cheered. Tenzen used that energy and added it to his own charisma, choosing to stand on the podium.

Tenzen:Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about. Those with heart of fire and wild dreams, stick around! We’ll have the time of our lives! Never stop doing what you want!

The crowd got even more hyped as him and Yujin high fived before running off stage into the crowd itself. Everybody was given a high five and watched both leave as they laughed. Nick was next to go up. To get their attention, Nick made a glyph in the sky that made it snow. A quick change in the crowds attitude was immediately noticed as they stared at the dignified young man show his usual charming smile and kind eyes that made the women blush and most of the men jealous.

Nick:Good evening, I’m glad to see everyone so lively. As heir to a company you would think I’d be good a speeches. To be honest, I’m panicking inside right now. I made it snow, who just does that!?

The question got the crowd to laugh a little. Jealous faces unknowingly got a little softer.

Nick:Anyways, I just wanna tell everyone here that no matter the situation, lean on me. If not, then those you care about and have better spending habits. Hehe, I think I’ve said enough. Thanks and I hope you all have a good time listening to everyone else.

Crowd:(He’s so polite...)

Snowflakes crew:(There he goes, charming the masses like usual.)

Summer walked up next. Much like her twin brother, a glyph formed in her hand that quickly mixed with fire dust in her clothing. The warm of brace of embers flew out of it like a flicker camp fire that was drawn toward the snow. The gentle blend of fire and iced danced in air around the crowd, leaving them amazed. Summer was no stranger to a crowd or a stage. This might be her easiest test yet. The girl sung a simple word that enchanted everyone like a siren spell. “Mirror~”

Summer:I hope you all enjoyed that little tease. I typically like to warm my voice before addressing an audience so I though of that on the fly. Anyways-

The crowd interrupted her with applause. She hadn’t even spoken what was on her mind and they were hooked! Summer chose to accept it and made her way off the stage. It was even easier than she thought. She turned to Veronica and stuck her tongue out. The faunus responsed by flipping her off and walking away.

Eliza:You’re not making a speech?

Veronica:No, I hate people and do this sort of thing too much. I’m goons go draw or some shit. (Summer can’t say she had a better speech if I never do one.)

Valerie:Wait, this is optional? Guess I’ll leave too.

Eliza:At least day a sentence you two!

Both girls rolled their eyes and walked up together.

Veronica:Sometimes being the change you want and the change the world needs are two different things entirely; acknowledge way and take the step forward, not backwards.

Valerie:A jack of all trades is an ace to no one. Not that it’s a bad thing. Just find the other playing card.

The girls waved to the crowd and went off. Valerie started thinking, which card was she? Nick clapped for the two of them like he always does. Eliza took the opportunity to step forward. A snap of her fingers negated all the semblances still at play. Eliza took a running start to hop off the stage and land with a mighty thump that started a wave of sprouting flowers. This was beginning to be more of a talent show then a public speaking test. What was once winter had turned into spring!

Eliza:Sorry, but I think being eye level and warm with you all is far more appealing. I doubt many of you have heard of the a Marigolds but that’s fine. All you have to know is I’m the one who will elevate their status. Playing nice with others isn’t my strongest quality but fairness is. If by any miracle fate comes to join us together for a purpose, I promise I’ll stand by to the very end and pull out all the stops. I simply ask to put in all the effort you can as well.

A gust of wind came by and swept petals into the air as Eliza did a curtsy. As far as theatrics go, it was show, but more than that. It was the truth. A fair and honest truth. Like a gentle breeze on a spring day. Sparrow stood up to go next.

Sparrow:I....do not care about outcomes.

Crowd:.....What?

OCs:Yeah, what?

Sparrow:Good, bad, surprising, or boring; those concepts don’t apply whenever I’m sailing across the seas with passengers and crew mates. Everything that happens is apart of epic journey. Now I’m not gonna stand here and act like I’m anything special, because I’m not. All the same I am a captain and a damn good one at that. For those who passing through life with ambition in their hearts and freedom through their veins, sail with me. You might just be surprised. Thank you for your time.

The ex-military man put on his captain’s hat and walked away, never looking back at the crowds faces. All he heard were the footsteps of those who dared to follow him. The allure of his words reached some of the young men and women. 500 became 450. Kovu felt nervous, but a bit more confident as he went up to go next. All the women, children, sons and daughters, he looked at them in a different light because of Sparrow.

Kovu:Before Sparrow went up here I had the idea of talking about my family and how they motivate me to do my best. While that is true, now I can’t help but sing a different tune. This isn’t my first time with a microphone in front of my face and it probably won’t be the last. It’s what happens when you’re a Belladonna and your other mom is a top rate huntress. Still, it doesn’t feel real that I should get a microphone and a podium because of that; I’m just a regular guy. Being down there feels more comfortable to me than being up here ever will. Average strength, intelligence, normal qualities, but I guess that last one is debatable.

Carmine:Yeah, you dork!

The crowd and Kovu chuckled at the call out. Carmine didn’t know people too well, but she knew Kovu well enough to know when he’s being hard on himself. She spoke up more for his benefit than anybody else.

Kovu:The point is I’m stunned that despite me just being some normal person, I’m very thankful for the fact that you all stand before me to listen. That’s what motivates me most. Thanks, I’ll keep doing my best.

The crowd happily applauded for him. No fancy tricks or even something to leave the biggest impression. Just a boy who made a speech. On a stage full of giants in their own right, having Kovu being so relatable was a breath of fresh air in its own way. Carmine gave him a thumbs up and finally stepped forward. She ignored the podium entirely, choosing to project her voice to all who looked. The commanding yet calm presence she gave off was already at play.

Carmine: Once upon a time my mother Ruby Rose saved the world. She did it with strength, intelligence, and kindness above all. Her dream to protect others fueled her keep striving towards a happy ending. That same compassion wasn’t paid forward unfortunately and my mother suffered a loss some time later that nearly broke her. My mother wasn’t a very religious person until that incident from what people tell me, but it helped give her peace of my. Everyday she prayed to her god for the strength to press and breathe new life into her symbolically. Until one day it became literal. She asked her god for strength and he gave her me. I’m hopes and dreams given flesh. Not just hers, but I’m yours too. *points to the crowd* To all of you good people wanting peace and needing a defender of your normal life, pick whatever god you worship and thank him for me. To those who decide to rot the world they live in with hate and malice, choose a god and make your peace when you meet me. My name is Carmine Arc Rose, the greatest huntress, no, the greatest huntsman in general to ever walk Remnant. I’ll move forward first to keep you all safe. See you at the finish line, eventually.

Her body faded away into rose petals that were carried into the wind. She was never there to begin with. Carmine had more important things to do. The crowd once again fell silent as the petals kept scattering. All the other testers were at a loss for words themselves, except Kovu.

Kovu:Oh boy, as blunt as ever. To think she’d declare her standing among them like that? She might’ve just told them out right how far away they are compared to her.

Yujin:That was badass!

Sienna:More like cocky. She said she’s the greatest huntsman ever. What does that make her mom?

Kovu:The greatest hero. There’s a difference between the two in Carmine’s eyes. Try not to bring it up though. It’s a can of worms she won’t answer. Ruby is no doubt a Great huntsman but....Carmine has feelings about that title.

A petal gently fell into his hand before taking flight again. Aero still silently resting in the question tree with Carmine sleeping under it. Her little brother fast asleep in her lap. An exceptional huntsman yes, but an even better big sister.

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