#oc: Party Trix

[crouge]

Some thumbnails for Art Fight

[yourmamakira]

"Anger management"

c.shuantaro

"Chishiya is very chill, very relaxed, and very quiet, but his girlfriend...not so much. She has horrible anger issues and can't help it that she wants to fight everyone. Even if she's not strong enough. And it just so happens that the calmest person in the world is the only person who can calm her down." She/her/herself/"reader"

Notes: this takes place on the beach, fluff, angst if you squint, slight oc chishiya, guns, violence, harassment, blood,

They had spent nearly a month in the other world, and a week on the beach. In other words, they had been there for too dam long.

Despite being extremely smart and agile, reader at times were a steaming hot teapot constantly on the edge of boiling over, and unlucky for those around her, a lot of things set her off.

She was always stuck with two people, two people whose main goal was to keep her on a tight leash like a reactive dog at a dog park. And truth be told she was very dangerous to those around her. Not only was the girl insanely aggressive, but she was also smart, and quick. Only a few people know of what she was before she came into the other world. But those who don't know could only assume she was some kind of trickster god.

She and Kuina had just got back from a spades game —her specialty— and just nearly finished with less than a handful of bruises, the most noticeable one was on her right leg. A massive Gash from a lion's claws poorly covered in a wrap, it dripped a small trail behind her as she winced with each step.

A gash which caused her to walk with a weakening limp. Now what may not seem like a big deal to others, to a few, was just that indeed. Because it meant the wild wolf was hindered, her normal energy lacked visible volume. And her other stronger willed and long tempered Bodyguard was nowhere to be seen.

This would likely be the only opportunity to have the upper hand her enemies would love to have. And they took it. 

The pair of tired girls made their way through the crowd by the pool. One would think the party would ease up but it did just the opposite as the night continued. The beach was never really quiet. People of all ages come together to celebrate not losing their lives and coming one step closer to leaving this world.

Well, she thought it was all a load of bullshit. These people thought Hatter was doing this for them, when in reality only the higher-ups would make it out. Which is exactly why Her, Chishiya, and Kuina would climb the status quo to come one step closer to leaving this world faster than anyone else.

Of course, she had many thoughts of the card idea not working, but it was the only shot they had and she would take that shot in the dark to get what she wanted.

The two of you coordinated your way through the sweaty crowd, you yelling at everybody who dared to bump into you accidentally. 

Your leg pain didn't ease up and it made you walk a little funny with each step you took. You hadn't seen your lover anywhere, but knowing him he was probably out causing chaos, and that thought of that made you smirk.

Just when you thought that your wounds would be the only pain in the ass, one of the least desirable people in the this world decided to step infront of your path intentionally blocking your way.

You gritted your teeth at his mischievous smile and glared dealthy at the dark haired man.

"Get the fuck out of my way Niragi."

He chuckled as he stepped closer, you made no attempt to move. This trix didn't scare you, but Kuina however stepped closer behind you in fear, knowing that if anything was to happen, you would protect her with your life.

"Awl, still as hostile as ever little wolf? How about I show you a good time in the bed to ease up all that pent up anger"

He licked his lips suductivly, his tounge reached out to nearly lick the top of your nose. You emitted a sound from your chest that almost imitated a growl. Clear anger rising to your face.

"I will fucking kill you if you don't back the fuck up"

Niragi's smile dropped and he clutched his gun harder. You didn't give a dam about that fire arm, everyone knew getting shot was the least of your worries. And so did Niragi.

He chuckled darkly, "what did you just say to me, bitch?"

This set you off, you got closer to him and he flinched. You first spoke in a whisper before yelling and your voice rang though the entire beach.

"I said BACK THE FUCK UP BEFORE I KILL YOU!" Your voice boomed, the voices around you got quiet but you didn't care. Everyone watched intently as the two wild bulls went head to head once again, wanting to see what would happen this time like some cheap reality television.

Just as you were about to get physical, Two more voices entered the conversation,

The beach members split clear a path as Hatter and his crew came waltzing in, and just at the same time, Chishiya appeared out of thin air and stood directly beside you. But your eyes were locked on your rivals. –If you could even call him that.–

If looks could kill, Niragi would suffer a great horrendous death.

Hatter smiled as he took off his glasses, he looked between The two of us before laughing that obnoxious laugh.

"You two fighting again? What's the problem this time? Huh?" He spoke humorously, you and Niragi hated eachothers guts, you Two couldn't be in the same room without trying to rip eachothers heads off. Like two infant babies who didn't get along at the play ground.

Chishiya Smiled Dryly as he looked between the two of you as well. "Yes, what is the problem?"

Niragi took his gaze away from you to look at your boyfriend in disgust. "You better get your slut in check Chishiya, she's wild again."

This made you jump at him and he flinched back, both Kuina and Chishiya took your arms in hold and held you back as you screamed.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SLUT YOU BITCH—DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?" You continued to yell at Niragi without restraint, you spewed insults and threats, all of which you meant, even hatter got a little scared at your words.

Just a you were about to continue, both hatter and Chishya stepped in between the both of you.

Hatter looked at Niargi with a wide smirk, "now Niragi, you know not to mess with Yasei no ōkami, no offense but she would smoke you! How about you two just go to your rooms and cool off. Huh?"

Yasei no ōkami (野生の狼): "Wild Wolf"

Chishiya grabbed your arm and pulled your ear to his mouth, he whispered something and your face dropped while instantly becoming hot. You huffed and crossed your arms immediately calming down.

Whispers filled the silence around the group of you, everyone wondering what he had said, and how he had managed to calm you down every time without fail.

Hatter pushed Niragi the opposite direction of you and he gave you a face as him and his goons walked off. Hatter turned back to you, Chishiya and Kuina before speaking,

"And you Three musketeers, should go on too. Rest on for a long day tomorrow, well the two of you at least." He looks down at your injured leg then back at your face

"Looks like your hurt, let Ann take a look at that before going back to your room, okay? Don't need you dying on us" he laughed obnoxiously at his last statement.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed while looking away. You wanted to so badly talk your shit. But you didn't want to considering what Chishiya had said to you a few minutes ago.

Kuina exchanged a few words with hatter before she grabbed your arm and began to pull you away from the Militants before your fuse blew again.

She was about to speak before Tata came up to your group and interrupted her.

He nodded at the three of you before speaking, "Y/N, Chishiya, Kuina, I need one of your help with somthing I'm working on. I would ask someone else but..."

He trailed off and Kuina Picked up for him, "but everyone's either Drunk, High off thier mind or Trying to repopulate the new world. I'll help you Tata."

Tata smiled and the two of them went off together, you rolled your eyes and began linmping away from where you were told to go.

Chishiya stood there with a raised eyebrow,

"Where are you going?"

You spun around to face him, "away. I don't need help. It'll heal on its own."

Chishiya walked up to you and started to pull you in the direction of Ann before you ripped your arm away from him.

"I'm not going to Ann."

You spoke harshly. Only a few people knew of your fear of the doctors, —which was ironic considering what your lover did for a living— but you managed fine avoiding it before.

But little did you know how bad you needed one, and your Boyfriend wouldn't let you succumb to your infections like you would allow yourself to. So he grabbed your arm and began pulled you to Ann.

You fought him back, very adamant on your fear. But he still prosisted, and he was just a bit stronger than you.

"I said— No!—"

He gripped your arm tighter before looking back you with this glint in his eye that even scared you. No matter how hard you tried to not be, you trusted your boyfriend with you life. And if he's pressuring you to go. Then you need to go.

You huffed and let him pull you to Ann's Make shift med room. But his grip on your arm didn't loosen. Instead, he grabbed your hand and gripped it tightly knowing dam well if given the chance you would bolt. Then he wouldn't be able to catch you.

You bit your lip harder and harder with every inch you got closer to Ann's. Even if it wasn't a real hospital it still has hospital things in it. It still had a hospital vibe.

You gripped your boyfriends hand tighter and he looked back you with his same expression. To others it was just blunt. But to you, you always had a way of telling it meant you were safe with him.

As you walked into the med room the smell of alcohol and blood flew into your nostrils. Your eyes widened as you became stiff at the door way.

Horrible memories began flooding back to you at a rapid pace. You felt as if your heart were stopping and your lungs became full with a familiar feeling of water.

You were reliving your childhood all over again. And you wanted to throw up and die on the spot.

The walls were closing in and your vison was blurry. Everything was spinning as you quickly became dizzy—

"Y/N."

A voice snapped you out of your pounding head. You looked up with tears in your eye and were met with the gaze of Chishiya.

You hauled up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist and let your tears fall on to his shoulder.

If anyone seen the mighty Wolf in this state they wouldn't know what to do.

Good thing it was just the love of your life.

You lifted your head up and wiped your tears. No words had to be exchanged.

You looked down at your feet and sniffed as you looked back over to the table full of supplies, you took one more look at your boyfriend before you deeply sighed and walked into the room with clenched fists.

You couldn't register what Ann was saying but it was something along the lines of "leg" "limp" "bad" "infection".

You couldn't bother to listen any further as you squeezed your boyfriend's hand so tight you thought his fingers would pop off.

The visit was over faster than you thought, but you had been distracted the whole time so it could have been hours.

You walked out of the room with a wrapped up leg and tear stained cheeks, you sighed as you looked down at your leg.

You were glad you had no more games for a while now, so at least you leg had time to heal.

As you were once again lost in thought the sound of Chishiya's voice Made you look up.

"So, now that we're done, I think it's time for my promise to come true, don't you think?"

Your face heated up as you looked down to your leg then back up to the platinum blonde man,

"But my leg—" he cut you off as he walks closer, "we, can work around it."

You gulped as you took his hand and the two of you made your way to your shared room.

If we can get anything from this night, just know, you'll be knocked out in a few hours. Forgetting all about the hospital and your hurt leg..

Well here it is, finally. Way way longer than intended, and took way longer then it should have, nobody asked for this to began with. But if you see this and like it, please support me. This took like 4 months to finish for no reason, love you all. And sorry it's mostly reader again, I just love writing from their prospective.

More Chishiya coming soon tho, love you all!

[trixter-god]

What’s one more? (Probably a bad idea)

- an oc dabble -

Bruce Wayne/Original (female) Character, Bruce Wayne/Logan Howllet, Logan Howllet/Original (female) Character

After the twins second birthday Logan started thinking the unimaginable.

Or

(Logan gets baby fever)

No beta we die like Jason, suggestive but only kissing, bruce loves tormenting his boyfriend,

AN - idk what this is. I got babies on the brain I guess. I might be trying to break biology so don’t think too hard about it. Also I’m totally fucking up the timeline just a bit so that the twins will have friends their age and I can do some cameos.

The day was a mess of sugar, wrapping paper, and to many people Logan knew. The manor was properly wrecked in the first five minutes of Scott and Jean showing up with Rachel. The three girls having the time of their lives pulling out almost every toy the twins were spoiled with form there bins and containers. Decorating the manor’s living room in a colorful child friendly saw trap of plastic. It only got worse when Oliver showed up with Conner seemingly opening the flood gates for everyone else.

The party wasn’t to big about 12 toddlers doing what they did best, create a huge mess and toddle around. It was cute, Logan would give it that, even if watching Trix try to help a bunch of kids who didn’t know how their hands work paint was making something in his chest fuzzy.

No, that wasn’t the tipping point in his brain to come up with the conclusion that was now itching his brain. That would have been Bruce.

God, why did that man have to make everything he does so god damn compelling. Logan watched with a rather hard stare as Bruce consoled there youngest. The way he knelt down to her level, listening intently as Johanna very dramatically explained something to him. The smallest of smiles growing across his face as he nodded in understanding even though Logan knew damn well Jo was barely understandable on a good day. It was probably just a string of babbling with the occasional no thrown in so you knew she was upset but Bruce handled it like he did everything else with a practice skill.

That shouldn’t have affected him like it did Logan silently chewed himself out glancing back to the table of paint and chaos. It’s not like he hasn’t seen Bruce parent before. He sees it all the time. It hard not too with how many of those rug rats he’d picked up over the years but this.

Logan looked back over to Bruce, who was now helping pull Jo’s dark hair back out of her face into the smallest pig tails you’ll ever see.

God he felt stupid.

Bruce pressed a kiss to the top of the girls head before sending her back to the table. Johanna mumbling out a ‘tank you’ before rejoining her sister at the table. Her little overalls already covered in paint and whatever else that girl had gotten into during the day. He shook his head amused as a pair of worn hands gently grabbed him by his belt loops pulling him back into familiar arms. Bruce glanced over his shoulder catching the top of dark hair almost identical to the kind he just pulled out of his daughter’s face. Bruce’s hands found his pockets looking down at the pair of arms that now held him firmly around the waist.

“You know if you were taller this would feel romantic.” Bruce teased earning him a light jab to his side.

He chuckled softly looking around the room of adults mingling and children painting. The warm presence glued to his spine was comforting. Bruce could feel Logan’s even breaths, the way his nose and forehead was pressed firmly against his shoulder blades. He’s been thinking.

“You want to step out?” Bruce asked lightly knowing his ears would pick it up.

Logan nodded softly into his back as the heat slowly drifted away as he let him go. Bruce turned around catching just a glimpse of Logan’s guilty expression before he turned not needing to wait knowing Bruce would be right behind him. Bruce gave one last look to the room making a mental note of everything then did like Logan thought. Followed.

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Logan let in a needed breath of fresh air as the nice warm spring air hit him the moment he got outside. He’s rummaging around his pockets for his crumpled pack of cigarettes. Placing one to his lips before going back into his pockets to find the lighter. He really needed to get some new cigars. Cigarettes just don’t compare in his opinion but they do in a pinch.

Breathing in the smooth smoke as Bruce closed the door to the patio. Leaning against the same old stone wall Logan liked. Just out of the sun, just far enough from the door and has the perfect view to watch everything that could possibly happen in the backyard. Bruce crossed his arm watching as the smoke swirled between them.

“I’m gonna say something stupid.” Logan finally grumbled before taking another long drag.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Logan gave a light chuckle at that. “Smartass.”

Bruce shrugged a gentle smile pulling at his lips as he watched Logan find whatever was in the yard much more interesting than looking at him.

“You two have ruined me.” Logan breathed finally giving him a glance only to look off once again. Stopping out the rest of his cigarette under his wore sole.

“Someone had too.”

“I want another kid.”

Logan’s confession held between them like a thick smoke. He couldn’t face looking back to judge Bruce’s reaction. Not that he probably could with the taller man’s stupid vigilante training.

“You kno—“

“That we already have a god damn football team. Yeah it’s hard to forget that.” Logan cut in shoving his hands into the pick of his jeans. His fingers tracing the crumpled box beneath his fingertips.

A calloused hand cupped his jaw making him look into steel grey eyes. Bruce’s thumb rubbed gently against his stubbled cheek silently before he shook his head seemingly amused.

“She’d kill you.”

“Which is why i didn’t tell her, I told you.”

“Smart.”

Logan rolled his eyes. Making Bruce chuckle as he closed the small gap between them stealing a kiss. Logan’s hand finding there way out of his pockets and around Bruce’s waist. His fingers digging into the dark fabric of Bruce’s shirt as the other man pulled back.

Bruce pressed another kiss to his forehead.

“You really want another one?”

Logan’s face warmed up a bit now having this conversation face to face. He gave a shrug. Bruce pressed another kiss to his lips.

“Yes or no?”

“Yes.” Logan murmured his eyes now much more focused on the thin scare Bruce had on his lip.

“Mine or her’s.” Bruce’s question hit Logan like truck. It also didn’t help how red his face was now.

“What?”

Bruce’s hand gently ran over the back of Logan’s neck, his fingers playing with the hair on his nape, as the other gently hooked into one of the loops of his jeans. Logan’s hands naturally rubbed the small of Bruce’s back.

“You said you wanted another kid. My question is do you want one from Star or me?” There was that look again. One that makes the hair of his arms stand up. It’s so subtle, so fucking addicting.

“How would that even work?” Logan didn’t know where to look. As his mind raced.

“Answer the question.” Bruce’s voice level and calculated. As his close proximity pressed Logan’s back into the stone behind him.

Fuck

“I don’t know.”

Bruce pressed a kiss to his warm skin.

“I really don’t.”

Another one down his jaw.

“Bruce.”

One down his neck.

“Baby.”

“Can you two keep it in your pants?” An amused voice broke the tension making both of their heads snap to the sound.

Standing with her arms crossed, paint covering her black pants in colorful splotches, and a smile that was more shit eating than anything else was Star.

“You leave my sight for two minutes and you’re out here swapping spit while I’m inside trying to clean a dozen toddlers for cake.”

Bruce chuckled softly before letting Logan go with a look that told him this wasn’t over. The heat of his hands still lingering on Logan’s skin.

“Sorry, dear.” Bruce apologized as he left Logan’s personal space to go invade Star’s pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Logan you coming?” She asked taking Bruce’s hand into hers walking back into the house.

Logan gave a nod running a hand through his hair as he followed the two of them quietly. Bruce’s words still rattling his brain.

(Jesus fucking Christ this was just supposed to be a short dabble. Oh well live and learn. I guess if anyone wants a part two leave a comment.)

[rib-rabbitmask]

Posting more about my ocs... YAYY!!

I finally reached a pleasent desing for Striz new momma('s) so i hope you all can give your opinions on her desing! :3

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Sandra Maitê (a combination of names that mean: “beloved protector of humanity”) is a shadow lady of HIGH society, since she's very close to the XDremmurs family. More about her below (and probraly in future) :

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Beatriz (which means "the one who brings happiness") is a praying mantis, being part of "middle class society" . She never had children or a partner (probably because of her nature). Anyway, at a formal tea party, she ended up meeting Matiê, for whom she ended up becoming deeply attached. Becoming Striz's second mother and his emotional and physical support! Being very gentle and caring towards her smol homan. 💖

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They aren't exactly a couple, more like... REEAL close old lady friends who married to take care and spoil a human kid who has serious issues. Yes, it's complicated- but i love them like that so SHUSH 💥😤

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BONUS!!

Thinking on change Trix adult and kid/teen desing, so have this lil spoiler here 👀

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Hope you guys liked it!! Ans i hope you all can read my comic about this XTale Au once i finish the first panels and help me show my efforts! 💖

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[dawneternal]

Starfall Guest

✷ Azriel x OC

✷ Summary: Something unusual drops from the sky on Starfall. A messenger with a threat and a promise.

I wrote this for @starfallweek for the prompt 'Character A is a fallen star. Character B finds them.'

I'm not sure if I like it or not, but hopefully you do lol I know a tiny bit about Crescent City but I've never read it so none of this is supposed to be related to that/canon compliant:)

Calytrix is pronounced cal-uh-trix (meaning: star-flower)

✷ Listen to City of Starlight by Taylor Ash

✷ Word Count: 4.9k

✷ Warnings: None

✷ Ao3 Link

This year would be the first Starfall celebration at the River House. The view at the House of Wind was still objectively better, but it would be easier to wrangle Nyx here with all of the childproof wards built in. It would be a house warming of sorts, Rhys said. 

They had spared no expense, setting up the back lawn with tables, chairs, blankets, trays of foods and star-themed decorations, bottles and bottles of champagne. All of it was beautiful. All of it was perfect. Rhys and Feyre leaned into each other, holding little Nyx between them as they gazed up at the night sky and waited for the stars to appear. 

Still, Azriel could not help the ache in his chest. The chasm of loneliness, opened wide by the sight of all the couples curled up together. He sat alone, ignoring the dark clouds gathering in his mind. He’d let it catch up to him later when he was by himself. He'd let it consume him for a while and then pull himself together before morning.

The crowd around him let out a collective gasp as the first star fell, hurtling towards the earth and falling into the sea with a strange sizzling sound. It was different to see it up close and not from the view of the balconies. Closer, you could see a ring of stardust coat the surface of the water where the thing had landed. The churning of the waves spread the shimmering color further over the water, illuminated by the moon. The whole sea was gilded. Luxurious.

Azriel settled into himself, glass of champagne in hand, and watched the streaks of metallic light paint the sky. An odd sensation joined the longing in his chest, something akin to anticipation. 

Like the hiss of a matchstick before the flame sparks to life. The glow of his siphons before a blast of power. 

His shadows began to dart back and forth, as if they felt it too. He looked around for anything amiss, but everything was as usual. Party goers laughing and whispering and gasping, dodging the bits of star that fell on the lawn. 

Azriel turned his gaze to the sky, squinting as he searched for something out of the ordinary. There was something unordinary there. One star, bigger and brighter than the rest, falling far slower than any star ever had. He watched as it dropped, blinking and flailing, surrounded by an aura of changing celestial color. He looked over his shoulder at Rhys and saw the High Lord watching the same object with pursed lips, clutching an awe-filled Nyx in his arms. This was something new. 

When the odd light was in range, his shadows darted out to meet it. Azriel set his glass on a tray in the grass, preparing to stand. 

A woman. A star. The shadows whispered in his ear. He wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. But the whole lot of them rushed away again as if they hoped to catch her. He wondered if a person could survive that kind of fall. Then he broke into a run, weaving through blankets and bodies toward the sea. 

“Azriel!” Rhys’s voice called to him, but he didn’t stop. 

The grass gave way to sand then rock, the waves lapping gently on the shore and leaving glowing stardust behind. As he neared the edge of the water, he could see how limp the being was, falling with no resistance. They were too far over the water for him to reach, but he pulled off his boots anyways and tugged off his shirt in case he needed to go in. His shadows swirled underneath the plummeting body, but she fell through them like they were nothing. Her body hit the water with a sickening splash, a layer of glimmering color left behind just like the other stars. 

Azriel paced over the rocky shore, waiting for a head to appear above the water, the echo of that splash replaying over and over as his heart beat against his ribs. 

Then he heard the familiar snap of winnowing, and that shimmering being was kneeling on the beach a few feet away, hands braced before her as she choked and heaved. She looked like a piece of the night sky itself. 

Her skin was deep blue, covered in swirls of gold and silver. Elaborately woven braids of deep violet draped over her shoulders, dripping ocean water over her naked form.

“Are you alright?” Azriel crouched beside her, pebbles digging into his bare feet. Closer, he realized that the outline of her body was transient, moving in a slow pattern like smoke floating through the air. She was not covered in stardust, but made of it. The ends of her braids flowed into nothingness, dissipating into the night as particles of violet. 

She looked up as he spoke, bright eyes meeting his. They could have housed an entire galaxy in their depth. Indigo, purple, gold, and silver swirled like pools of water, flecked with stars. The shadowsinger found himself a little awestruck. His shadows enveloped her, looking for any more information to give their master, but they would only tell him the same thing as before. A woman, a star.

“I need to speak to the High Lord of the Night Court,” She spoke, her voice deep and raspy. It sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. 

“Why?” His brow furrowed. She had nothing on her, no weapons, no magical items, not even clothes. But if she could winnow, she had other powers.

“Is this the Night Court?” She asked instead of answering, pushing off the ground and attempting to stand. Her legs were wobbly and she stumbled forward onto her knees once more. Azriel grabbed his shirt from the grass and held it out to her. She tried again and managed to stand this time, though her limbs trembled.

“What is that?” She asked him, staring at the cloth in his hand. 

“You’re…naked?” Azriel swallowed, keeping his eyes on her and not the glittering curves of her body. The woman looked down and pursed her lips, as if mildly annoyed by this realization. She took it from him and slipped it over her head. She was much smaller than him, the t-shirt falling to her knees. 

“I need to speak to the High Lord of the Night Court,” She said again, rising to her full height.

Rhys, it’s a woman. Azriel spoke into his mind, remembering his brother existed. 

Enamored was not strong enough a word for what he was feeling. She exuded night in the same way that Rhys did, such cunning grace and soft beauty. All with a threat underneath. Rhys appeared with a snap, expression smoothed over into the mask of the High Lord. He studied the being before him with his hands in his pockets. 

“High Lord,” The woman’s eyes widened and she bowed, braids falling in a curtain around her face. Her voice was like personified darkness.

Azriel and Rhys shared a look, wondering how she possibly recognized him. 

“Please,” Rhysand said, and she straightened. “Are you hurt from the fall?” 

“No,” She shook her head, taking a step toward him. Azriel tensed, hands curling into fists. “Please, High Lord, I have something important to tell you.”

“I’d rather you introduce yourself first,” Rhysand drawled, still studying her, “Forgive me, but I am finding this meeting a bit strange. You don’t seem to be from this…area.” 

The woman nodded her head, and the brothers watched as her form changed. Her skin became solid, a rich shade of brown, free of stardust. Her hair remained violet but now appeared tangible, no longer flowing like a waterfall. In this form her ears were pointed like Rhys’s. She looked like another fae now, save for the galaxy in her eyes. 

“My name is Calytrix. I come from a celestial realm. My father is King Izar and a few weeks ago he made a deal that threatens your court.” 

Rhysand and Azriel shared another look. 

Then Rhysand reached for Calytrix’s arm and they were winnowing. Calytrix squealed, reaching toward the High Lord as they fell through the air. Rhys's wings flared out and he caught her in his arms, slowing his descent toward the balcony. Azriel was close behind, and he could see Cassian and Feyre in this distance flying toward them.

Calytrix shoved away from Rhys when they landed, stumbling once more to her knees and drawing in deep breaths. 

“Apologies,” Rhys said, shoving his hands into his pockets again, striding past her into the House.

Azriel grasped her arm and helped her up, ignoring the sparks under his skin as they connected. He followed the High Lord and led her into the dining room. Rhysand sat at the head of the table and gestured for her to sit. She took a spot beside him, looking a little more wary as she looked around the grand room. 

The glass doors opened again and Feyre nodded as she entered, saying nothing as she sat across from the strange woman. Azriel and Cassian remained standing, the former beside Rhsyand and latter beside the High Lady. 

“Princess Calytrix, this is my wife, Feyre,” Rhys gestured to his stony-faced mate, “Now please, continue your story.” 

Calytrix’s gaze swept over each figure. She had become surrounded before it could even register, and she assumed that they had done this on purpose. The four of them stared at her, unrelenting. 

“As I said,” Calytrix swallowed, “I came here to warn you. My father made a deal with a death god that threatens your court.” 

“What deal?” Rhysand demanded. 

He conjured a pitcher of water and poured a glass for each of them. Calytrix didn’t take it, keeping her eyes on the raven-haired man beside her. He seemed as though he wanted to trust her, but he was holding back. She’d anticipated this, and she hoped her idea would be enough for him to trust her. 

“My father offered soldiers in exchange for territory in this realm whenever Koschei has gained control. Night Court territory.”

A jaw in Rhysand’s muscle twitched, the only reaction he’d allow to show. Azriel felt his stomach drop at the mention of Koschei. His blood ran cold.

“How has Koschei managed to establish contact with other realms?” He asked, voice firm. 

“I do not know that, my Lord,” Calytrix shook her head, “Only that my father speaks to him through an enchanted object that he keeps hidden.” 

“And why do you come here, princess? What do you gain from exposing your father’s secrets?” He countered, sitting back with his arms crossed. 

She looked so small in her chair, draped in Azriel’s shirt. The shadowsinger remembered her body hitting the water and a thread of sympathy wound through his chest. But he kept his expression neutral and said nothing.

“I believe Koschei is using my father,” She said, averting her gaze to the marble table and the crystal glass before her, “A King in our realm tried to occupy land here before, but our types of magic are incompatible and it did not end well. I believe my father has sacrificed a great number of soldiers for no gain. He will destroy our kingdom and your court.” 

She shifted in her seat, skin flushing as she said the next words, “And I have studied the Night Court extensively. I consider myself…a fan. I do not wish to see it destroyed.” 

“How are you here?” Feyre asked, her voice soft, “If the magic is incompatible?” 

“The gates are open on this night,” She said, “As the stars travel through the realms. And I come as a visitor. I won’t try to claim anything as my own.” 

“What are they?” Rhsyand blurted, his eyes gleaming. The conflict was momentarily forgotten as the answer to his centuries old question came within reach. “The stars?”

“I’m afraid I don’t have an answer for you, my Lord,” Calytrix smiled at his eagerness, “They are a mystery to us as well.” 

Then she stood, ignoring the warriors tensing as she took a step toward Rhysand. 

“I understand my words may be hard to believe,” She began, drawing herself up again to her full height, “I have read about the customs of the Night Court and I am prepared to offer a bargain in exchange for your trust. I believe this ordeal with the death god will harm my people just as much as yours. I have much to gain from your trust.” 

“What bargain?” Rhysand asked, tilting his head to the side. His violet eyes locked onto hers, some familiar thread of magic seeming to sing between them. Like calling to like.

“If anything I have told you proves to be untrue, I will owe you my firstborn son.” 

Cassian coughed and Azriel’s eyes widened. He searched Calytrix’s face, but she was utterly serious. 

“Princess,” Rhysand sputtered, “I hardly have use for your firstborn son.” 

“Well I don’t have one yet,” Calytrix said, shifting her weight as she noted the amused half-smiles, “It would be a promise. I understand that these bargains are very serious.” 

“I have a better idea,” Rhysand said, biting back a laugh, “If you allow me to, I can use my power to look into your mind and read your intentions.”

Calytrix went still. Her eyes shifted ever so slightly toward the shadowsinger, wondering if the High Lord would be able to see her admiration for his warrior. For the beautiful figure that had been stuck in her mind since he’d found her on the beach. Far more beautiful than she believed the people in this realm could be. 

No one saw that glimpse, except for Rhysand, of course. 

“I’ll make you a bargain,” Rhysand said, his expression softening. She was young, likely no older than Feyre or her sisters. She was brave to come here. “If you show me the truth, I will not intrude on any private thoughts.” 

Calytrix nodded, lips pursed. She went stiff  as she felt his onyx claws scrape against her mind, eyes shutting tight. Azriel winced, swallowing the impulse to comfort her. No matter his intentions, it never felt good to have Rhys search your mind. 

The High Lord sorted through her thoughts, evidently hitting a sore spot when Calytrix let out a choked whimper. Rhysand pulled away, his face grim. It was not often he enjoyed that task. 

“She tells the truth,” He announced. Calytrix heaved a sigh and slumped in her chair. 

“Your father doesn’t know you’re here,” Rhysand said carefully, brow furrowing. 

“No,” She chewed her lip. 

“How can we keep you safe, then?” 

“I…was hoping to stay for tonight,” Calytrix said sheepishly, staring down at her hands in her lap, “And then I’ll go back and tell him I was kidnapped. He’d never guess I would come here.”

“Don’t you need to go back while the gates are open?” Feyre asked. 

“Not if you have an Astraeus Ruby,” Calytrix shrunk into herself. Rhysand stared at her for a moment.

“Indeed I do,” His lips twitched up into a smile, “You have done your research well.”

“I don’t like it,” Azriel spoke for the first time since the beach. All heads snapped towards him, reminding him that he was still barefoot and shirtless. Feyre's eyes flicked over him with curiosity. He kept his expression firm, unmoving. 

“There’s too many variables. What if the King guesses where you’ve gone? What if he sends someone after you? What if Koschei knows you’re here? I don’t think you should wait.” 

Rhysand thought he saw Calytrix’s shoulders fall, just slightly. As if the shadowsinger’s words disappointed her. 

“I can’t go back tonight,” She swallowed hard, “I snuck out before the party began, but the gate is in the grand room and they would all see my return. The party likely won’t even end until tomorrow midday. I tried to put a spell on myself so Koschei could not track me, but I do not mind if you would like to check it over.” 

“Will they notice you’re not at the party?” Rhys asked. Calytrix pursed her lips again and said nothing. They took that as a yes. 

The room fell into silence, each lost in thought. Azriel was kicking himself for making his attachment known. He should not care so much for this star girl, so shy and yet so brave. But he was drawn to her, like a planet in her orbit. 

“We’ll figure something out in the morning,” Rhysand said softly, “For now, Feyre will show you to a guest room and find you some clothes. You’re welcome to rejoin our party if you wish, or rest if you need it. And tomorrow,” 

Rhys paused and flashed a wry smile at Azriel, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes, “Azriel will give you a tour of Velaris.” 

Azriel opened his mouth to protest, but Feyre was already whisking Calytrix away. The princess looked back at him with eyes alight and eager hope written clearly across her face.

So, he found himself nodding, offering her a small smile. And elbowing Cassian in the ribs as his brother giggled.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Azriel waited on the balcony, bouncing on his toes in an attempt to rid his body of nervous energy. He had been up early to meet with Rhysand, Cassian, and Feyre. The best they had come up with was sending the princess home with a way to contact them. If she needed some sort of evidence to aid her alibi, they would provide it. 

Rhysand had checked over her spell and found it to be solid. No one would be able to track her. And since her father had no inkling of her plan, they should have a long while before he thought of searching other realms. Thus, she would stay for today and leave tonight at nightfall. Her tour of Velaris was the only gift Rhysand could give her for her bravery.

It made Azriel nervous, sending her back all alone with no protection, even if she insisted that she could take care of herself. Her skill with magic had admittedly impressed them all. But he was still worried and that made him wonder why he cared so much. He couldn't explain it.

The glass doors opened and Calytrix appeared, shaking the shadowsinger from his spiraling thoughts. She wore a Night Court outfit, flowy lilac pants and a cropped shirt with sheer sleeves. The colors suited her well, complimenting her hair and bringing out the warm tones of her skin. She had arranged her braids in a bun on top of her head, held in place with a piece of lilac silk. And Feyre must have gifted her earrings, sparkling amethyst tear drops. 

Azriel found himself staring, gaze drifting over the curves of her body, her generous hips and exposed stomach. 

“How do I look?” She flashed him a shy smile and turned in a little circle, ending with a flourish.

“Lovely,” Azriel breathed, his voice cracking, “You're a vision.”

He scolded himself internally one more time and cleared his throat. 

“I thought we'd start with a snack and a coffee, how does that sound?” 

Her eyes lit up, the stars and swirls glowing with excitement. 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Azriel was a fool. He should have known from the first time she had locked eyes with him that he would never quite recover. The hold that she had on him left something behind that he would never be able to get rid of. 

He was falling harder with every moment they spent together. Every tiny thing she revealed about herself knit into a story he was desperate to hear more of. Her eagerness to learn more about the night court, excitement over new things he showed her, her kindness to everyone she encountered. She seemed to trust him completely, blindly following him through the city.

He’d almost laughed when she pulled out a notebook and began taking notes in the cafe, writing down the name of the coffee and pastries he’d ordered. But he’d swallowed it down, not wanting her to think he was making fun of her. 

She was as curious about his shadows as she was the city. Every time they ventured close, she held out a hand. Some of them shied away and some of them wound around her fingers. She told him that the feel of them was similar to running a hand through a nebula.

Next, Azriel took her to the aviary, drinking in her delighted laughter as she chased and studied the colorful birds. 

“You don’t have an aviary in your city?” He asked, when they’d sat down for a break. Side by side under a willow tree filled with singing birds and fluttering wings. It was one of his favorite places in Velaris.

“Maybe,” She said, her gaze following the little creatures, “My father is very strict and protective. I don’t get out much.”

“I suppose that explains your eagerness to see the city,” He said, watching her as she watched the birds. 

“How could I not be eager?” She smiled, “When the secret of the city was revealed a few years ago, the whole world had questions. Now I've seen it, and I might even be able to write up a paper and get it published.” 

“You’re a writer, then?” Azriel asked. It made sense now, the grandiosity with which she described things. How desperately and diligently she wrote down every detail.

“Under an alias,” She met his eyes and he swooned all over again, “I spend a lot of time in our library since it’s one of the few places my father considers safe for me.” 

“Do you know much about the Day Court?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. She looked back down at her notebook, suddenly shy. 

His whole body itched with the desire to fly her to the Day Court right then. He would plant himself by her side as she skimmed every single book in the court and he would be sustained by her joy alone.

“Not much,” She confessed, “I must admit that my fascination with the Night Court has become a bit of an obsession over the past couple years.” 

“They have hundreds of libraries there,” Azriel said, eyes twinkling. Her face lit up, as predicted. “You could spend an eternity there, I’d imagine.”

“With a friend to keep me cnompany, I suppose I could,” She dared to look at him again, letting her gaze linger. Her eyes flicked down to his lips for a split second. 

Before he could register, she was standing, tucking her notebook back into her bag. It did not escape him the way her fingers trembled as she did so. 

“Where next, tour guide?” 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Their tour definitely stretched a bit longer than what Rhysand had in mind, but Azriel could not bring himself to give her up. Calytrix did not seem eager to end their tour, either. At first the shadowsinger was certain it was only due to her research, but then she had worked up the courage to touch him. 

She’d grasped his wrist and let out an excited sound when she’d laid eyes on the collector's section of his favorite book shop. Azriel swore his soul left his body. But then she did it again, brushing arms with him as they walked together. When he took her to the Sidra so she could dip her feet in the water, she grasped his hands for balance and didn’t let go for a long time. 

Azriel felt like he was glowing. Like basking in her presence had woven his entire being with threads of her stardust. He would search the whole of Prythian for every Astraeus Ruby if it meant he had the chance to see her again. The looming goodbye tasted bitter, growing heavier as the sun reached toward the horizon. 

“Have you had a good visit, princess?” He asked softly as they sat back on the balcony at the House of Wind. 

They sat side by side again, legs dangling over the edge, almost close enough for their shoulders to connect. Only the anticipation of that touch between them. 

“Are you kidding me?” She grinned, leaning her temple against the railing as she looked at him, “I’ve toured the entire city, met the High Lord and Lady, and I made a real Night Court bargain.” 

“That wasn’t a real bargain,” Azriel’s lips twitched up into a smile, “He was being nice. If it had been a real one, you’d have a tattoo.” 

Her eyes widened, flashing with something wild and determined.

“Make me a bargain,” She breathed, “I want a tattoo.” 

“Is that a good idea?” Azriel’s eyebrows shot upwards. “Won’t your father see it?” 

“Only when I’m in my fae form,” She said, grin growing with excitement, “Which only happens on special occasions. I’ll be so careful.” 

“Okay,” Azriel chuckled, “What kind of deal can I offer you?” 

Then she was quiet for a moment, staring at him. Deep in thought as the galaxies in her eyes whirled. Her smile faded and her breath quickened, and Azriel felt his own chest flutter in response.

“I want you to kiss me,” She whispered, eyes searching his, “If you kiss me, I’ll promise to come back next Starfall.” 

Azriel’s heart leapt in his throat. This was probably a bad idea. Rhysand would never approve of it. The kiss, the tattoo, his lovesick stupor after only one day of knowing her. But he heard himself answer anyways,

“Yes.” 

She leaned toward him, grasping handfuls of his shirt as his own hands reached to hold her face. They fit together so neatly, so comfortably. Calytrix leaned ever closer, tucking herself into his hold, and brought her lips to his. Her skin was so soft under his fingers, thumbs brushing over her cheekbones as he kissed her. 

The bitterness grew to an ache, and then to a sharp pain erupting with sparks. A lump rose in Azriel’s throat as she tilted her head to kiss him deeper, lips brushing over his with such sweet reverence. 

He had to give her up, send her back to the skies. This wonderful thing between them would cease. She made a sound against his mouth and he pulled back, frowning at the sadness written in her expression.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered, not letting go yet. She didn’t let go either, running her knuckles along his collarbone. 

“I don’t want to go,” She croaked. “For so many reasons.”

Her eyes dropped from his face, pulling his shirt down farther to reveal the shooting star now inked on his chest. She released one hand and pulled down her own collar to see the matching tattoo. 

“At least you have something to remember me by,” He smiled softly. 

She shifted closer to rest her head on his shoulder, relishing the warmth of his body. They stayed like that until footsteps in the distance drove them apart. The High Lord appeared between the glass doors.

“It’s time to go,” Rhysand said softly, Astraeus Ruby in hand, “Feyre sends her regrets that she can’t see you off, but our son is throwing an especially spirited tantrum at the moment.”

“That’s alright,” Calytrix smiled as she stood, “But please, thank her for her hospitality.” 

“Of course,” Rhysand handed her the gem, a blood red crystal that looked particularly delicate. Flecks of glowing silver danced inside it.

Calytrix pulled the scarf from her hair and shifted forms again, umber skin replaced by swirling cobalt dust. As she had said, the tattoo was never to be seen on her celestial form. 

She said nothing more to Azriel, only held out the slip of purple silk for him to take. He grasped it with gentle fingers, rubbing his scarred thumb over the soft fabric. 

“Please do not hesitate to tell us if you need anything,” Rhysand bowed his head, “We are grateful for your help and we will contact you as soon as we have decided our next move.”

“Thank you, High Lord,” She said, voice trembling. 

She turned back once more to the shadowsinger and held his gaze as she placed the ruby on the ground. She raised her foot and crushed it under her shoe. Instantly, blue light burst from the shards and reached toward the sky in a wide beam. 

In the last second before the light carried her into the night, her eyes widened, lips parting, as she stared at Azriel.  A hand reached out of the beam but it did not reach him before the magic pulled her away.

Then both the light and the shards disappeared and Calytrix was gone. 

Rhysand stared for a moment at the spot where she’d been, reminded of a similar moment so long ago. He glanced at the shadowsinger, cautiously, but Azriel was oblivious. He stared up at the stars, holding the lilac silk in his hands. 

So, Rhysand said nothing, heart aching for this brother.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Azriel woke in the middle of the night to a snap, a flash of light visible from behind his closed eyes. He shot upright in bed, shadows darting out to assess the threat. 

They found nothing, save for the folded note on his nightstand. The paper was deep blue, translucent and cool like the misty touch of his shadows. He opened it and found written in gold ink, 

See you next starfall, my mate.

Your star,

Calytrix

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Bella's profile chart (TWST Oc)

Hello everyone!

I'll probably use Bella a lot because she's my MC in twisted wonderland, so here's is her profile.

I'll be constantly editing this.

⚠️ English is not my first language⚠️

Warning: this is actually VERY long

Full name: Bellatrix Mirrorheart

Nicknames: Bella/Bell, henchman (Grim), Shrimpy (Floyd Leech), Carrot/Tomato (Vil Schoenheit/depend on her hair), Trickster (Rook Hunt), Witch (Sebek Zigvolt), Empress (Malleus Draconia), Bell (Madeline Hatter) Trix (step-mom) Trixie (Briar Beauty) Bella-Bell-ding-dong (Daring Charming), Signora (servants in the castle)

Race: witch

Birthday: 1st of November (Scorpio)

Age: 18 at the start of TW storyline, 19 after Octavinelle Arc (if I'm not wrong, Octavinelle's Arc happens before Christmas, and Savanaclaw's starts in October)

Height: 183 cm/6ft (without heels)

Eye color: right one, forest green (#228C22); left one, champagne beige (#F7E6CA)

Hair: straight, it reaches to her hips and she usually curles it to give it more volume, it's red under the shadow and it changes to orange under the sunlight (I'm going to be honest, I just couldn't choose between those two colors 🥹✨)

General appearance: tall, fair skin, heterochromic cat shaped eyes, lips always painted with red lipstick, nails with different designs everyday, glamorous clothes and two moles vertically painted under her right eye.

Favourite food: cherry flavored lollipop.

Least favourite food: tasteless food, you can give her Lilia's food and she will prefer it over food with no flavour at all

Dominant hand: both, she's ambidextrous.

Homeland: Kingdom of Witches

Unique magic (Known as Magic Touch in the Fairytale world): "Let me be nosy" (I need to think of a cooler name, just wait), it helps her to see other people's memories and, in case of overblot, once the memories end, she can talk with the owner of the memories in a dark room.

Hobbies: doing/painting nails, hiking tall mountains, collecting high heels, painting teacups with Maddie.

Likes: ribbons, pearls, snow, high heels, riddles and parties, outfits mixing red and black.

Dislikes: dry weather, anything related to hot weather in general, dancing waltz or slow songs, over controlling people, outfits mixing red and purple.

Talents: playing chess, dancing waltz, painting, unexplainable skill to run and do extreme physical activities in high heels

Weakness(es): the heat, it's really cold in her homeland, and she has been using cooling spells all the time she has been living in EAH, so she didn't get used to normal temperatures; cats, just like any other witch, she simply loves cats; croquet, 19 years of living and believe me when I say she has no idea or skill to play croquet, even being someone who plays it every Monday.

Sexuality: pansexual, polyamorous.

Pet(s): let's see, a cat (her mom doesn't let her have more), a baby pig, an owl, a snake (in reality it's her mom's, but she doesn't check on her), a pair of dobermans (they're twins), and (unofficially) all the animals in Wonderland.

Fear(s): just like any other witch, losing her friends as she lives longer than average human, meaning she'll be alone one day; more like a fear, it's something she knows will happen and she doesn't like it.

Special traits/skills:

Immunity:

Self healing: just like a lizard, witches can regenerate any part of the body within minutes, but they still suffer consequences like: blood loss, dizziness, change of moods...

Poison: poison for witches are just like the orange juice Disney's protagonists drink for breakfast before leaving for school, even if it was specifically made for killing witches, the only effect it would cause is loss of consciousness.

Spells: some spells don't even work on her because of the education an training she was given, giving her that type of 'immunity'

2. Physique: as any other witch, she has great stamine and strength, being able to lift three bodies using her bare hands without struggle.

3. Seduction: witches has this special trait that is similar to mermaids, but seduction doesn't only means sexually.

Sexually: as you can already expect, or not, witches really have great bodies and beautiful faces, and they're also pretty tall, the average witch being 187cm/6"1.6', giving them that 'elegant' vibe, and they use it to fulfill their desires.

Other: they usually seduce kids to lure them into their houses and use them as guinea pigs or ingredients for potions, the same goes from animals

But don't worry, Bella is not that type of person who seduces people for any of the two reasons above, for now :3

4. Music: witches have horrible voices, but Bella is one of the lucky ones who have a good voice, even more, if she wasn't a witch with a destiny to follow, she could've been a singer.

5. Lies: as a self-proclaimed professional prankster, she learned how to make people believe in things that aren't even there, Milton Grimm has to double check everytime Bella tells him something to make sure she's not pranking him as he became her favorite victim.

6. Blot: witches have wands, but they do not have magic stones, instead, their bodies are the ones who controls the amount of blot that a person can accumulates, the wands are in reality to make the spell more effective as they help guiding it to where the user wants to; Bella and many other witches are taught since children how to control overblots, though little learned how to 'absorb' blot, Bella is a perfect example of this skill, being able to 'absorb' blot from people in order to help them, however, this is highly dangerous for her, there are many consequences such as: heat strokes, headaches, inability to use magic, blood coughing and much more.

Information about her life in EAH/TW (and some of my notes of what I was thinking while I was creating her) ⬇️

Life in EAH:

[Using Picrew and a dressing up game because I don't now how to draw :"^]

A witch whose destiny is become the wisest and most loved sovereign, and yet, she still wants to rebel against headmaster Grimm and the Royals, oh, well, let's see what happens next...

Heir to the titles "The Mischievous Witch", "The wisest and most loved sovereign" and "The Lasting Winner", yeah, her legacy is complicated.

Roommate(s): Clarise Vipera (another Oc of mine, Jafar's daughter)

"Oh Curses!" Moment: when people expect me to be a Royal because they think my legacy is great, like, man, did you even read the story?

Favourite subject(s): Riddling, take a guess why and you'll surely get it right.

Best subject(s): Chemythstry, Rumpelstiltskin hates her as she's the only student in his years as teacher he couldn't punish.

Least favourite subject(s): Geografairy and Witchness Managment 101, isn't bad at them, but doesn't understand why she should take those classes when she can simply teleport and she's a witch herself, already knowing everything about the last subject.

Worst subject(s): Damsel-in-distressing class, she doesn't hate it, but she has been trained to protect Lizzie, so she laughs everytime it's her turn to act like a damsel in distress, failing each class.

Best friends forever after: definitely all the Wonderlandian kids, but Briar Beauty and Daring Charming are also worthy of mention too.

Life in TW:

A witch who suddenly appeared in Twisted Wonderland, ended up being a non-payed therapist who has to deal with inestable students while trying to find a way back home

Dorm: Heartslabyul

Roommate(s): Trey Clover and Cater Diamond

Class: junior/3-A, seat No. 22

Best subject(s): alchemy and astrology, she's already used to do these type of things back in her homeland, so it's pretty easy for her to get perfect grades.

Favourite subject(s): enigmics, if I'm not wrong, it's similar to riddling but including magic

Worst subject(s): defense magic, she's used to attack magic, but as they say, there is no better defense than a good attack :D

Least favourite subject(s): physical education, they always take the classes outside, when the sun is at its hottest.

Club: none/doesn't have time to join one as she has to look for a way back home

Partner(s): practically all the students we know their names of NRC as in my AU it's an Oc x all. (I still can't accept TW is not an otome game *cries in a corner*)

Now, my notes (⁠´⁠∩•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•∩⁠`⁠):

EAH (and MH) has been my obsession since I was a kid, like, THE OUTFITS, THE CHARACTERS, THE DRAMAAA; of course, because the series didn't continue, I NEEDED another thing to get obsessed to, and guess what? Years later (actually a lot of years later) TW appeared in my life!

I made her a witch because she was going to attend NRC, and yes, she could be a princess or a hero and still attend NRC, but for some reason, I prefer villains.

Her UM was created after I wondered what Riddle would say if there was someone actually seeing his memories as he narrated. (I ended writing the whole story to reach that point only to satisfy my curiosity, but it was rewarding to say least ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧)

Her name comes from Orion's third shiniest star, Bellatrix, and it also means 'warrior' (not sure if this is 100% true)

Orion is the little drawing above and then the three stars forming a line are known as Orion's belt, Bellatrix is at the top of the drawing

Witches are known for doing potions, using the stars for their spells (as they're known as night creatures) and similar things, that's why alchemy, chemythstry and astrology are her best classes.

I feel that witches would be cold at first, that's why I decided that her homeland would be one of the coldest places in the world

Honestly, from my point of view, witches don't have to be bad, I think it's something similar between being a sovereign and a tyrant; witches (depending on their actions) can be good or bad

For me, witches just live to have a good time, like peaking others, annoying people, appearing out of the blue to scare them, etc., so I decided that her legacy would be part of "Alice in Wonderland", that place is so unexpected in every possible meaning.

Fire and similar things were obviously going to be hated by her, historically, witches have been burnt down in order to kill them.

The fact that she's ambidextrous has been created after I discovered that ladies in the Medieval Era (I think) were kind of forced to learn how to write with both of their hands; as she has to rule a kingdom, I thought this would fit her because she has to do a lot of important documents

I wanted her to be tall because I don't see a lot of tall female OCs, at first I made her 196cm tall, but then I realized that she also wears high heels, so I decided to make her a little shorter

I feel like witches in reality would be formidable rivals in a magic (or even physical) fight, they live a lot (I headcanon that witches that manage to born live about 400 years), so one of the many things that they learn is to never look down upon their opponent.

In the novel it has been said that freshmen share a room of four, sophomores share a room of two and juniors get their own room; but I changed it because I wanted the three Heartslabyul's juniors to share a room :3

Witches are NOT immortal, immortal is when it has a start but not an end (they don't die, basically) but witches can be killed, so a more suitable word for them would be 'immune' or 'long-lived'

The reason why she has so many pets is because animals have an spirit, that comes from a wish, the more desperate, the better they can communicate with their owner (and yes, I headcanon that Grim can talk because he wished to do it some time ago), also because I found it ironic that a witch (a creature considered to be bad) would have a good relationship with animals (yk, like Disney princesses)

The colors of her eyes do tell a story:

The green is considered to be both the color of hope and envy (a good emotion and a bad/evil emotion), hope because she still believes that the Rebels will win and envy because she's jealous of those who don't have to follow a destiny; and I specifically choose forest green because a lot of Disney princesses appear in a forest.

The beige is because it's a dull colour compared to her other eye, champagne because it represents celebration (normally, when people celebrate things, they open a bottle of champagne, at least here where I live they do that), it kind of represents the little celebration she did when she discovered she was no longer under Grimm's supervision

That's all for now, I hope you like my dumb daughter ♥⁠╣⁠[^_^]⁠╠⁠♥

Published date: 21/12/2024

Last edited: 07/02/2025

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Hellaverse Oc: Vellatrix Darkstar

(Current)

(Casual Outfit)

(Nightgown Outfit)

(Harvest Moon Festival/Loo Loo land Outfit)

(Singer Outfit)

(Party Outfit)

(Human Disguise)

🍵❤🍵❤🍵❤🍵❤🍵❤🍵❤🍵❤🍵❤🍵❤🍵❤

I forgot to put wings on her at first. TwT

Full name: Vellatrix Jessica Darkstar

Nickname(s):

• The Idol Overlord{title}

• Vella {by Naseria and Katlyn}

• Trix {by Octavia}

• Sexy Chica,Preciosa {by Valentino}

• Doll,Toots {by Vox}

• Trixie,Darling {by Velvette}

• Star {by Angel Dust}

• The Vees' Cutie Pie{self-proclaimed}

• Mother of Hell's Little Angels{self-proclaimed}

• Gracelyn and Tanya's daughter {by all the demons}

• Jessie {by Blitzø}

• Lady Vellatrix {by her subjects}

• demoness_maiden_girl{Ainsa Surname}

Likes:

• Hanging out with Naseria and Katlyn

• Babysitting Octavia

• Cappuccino

• Pastries

• Spaghetti

• Tea

• Partying

• Her mothers

• Singing

• Pop & Classic Music

• Cooking and Baking

• Sleepovers

• Astrology

• Pain Games

Dislikes:

• Naseria being called fat

• Stolas' banishment

• Her mother's overprotectiveness

• Octavia being upset

• Horny People

• Arrogance

• Greedy Demons

• Ungrateful People

• Perverts

• Alcohol

• Homophobia

• Being rich

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Species: Demon

Gender: Female

Age: 26 years old

Abilities:

• Demonic Physiology

• Flight

• Supernatural Beauty

• Cuteness Embodiment

• High Intelligence

• Charisma

• Musical Talent

• Human Disguise

• Immense Wealth

• Culinary Talent

• Baking Mastery

• Weapon Summoning

• Scythe Proficiency

• Absolute Endurance

• Peak-Human Strenght

• Enhanced Agility

• Flexibility

Status: Active

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Personality:compassionate,warm-hearted,calm,elegant,motherly,responsible,protective,sweet,kind,loving,caring,feisty,determined,intelligent,serious,driven,witty,cunning,flirtatious,glamorous,charismatic,loves tea & challenges.

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Occupation(s):

• Archduchess of Darkstar Family

• Octavia's Babysitter

• Member of Hell's Little Angels

• Overlord

• Singer

• Member of the Vees

Affiliation(s):

• Dark Family

• Hell's Little Angels

• Overlords

• The Vees

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Favorite Food:

• Spaghetti with Meatballs

• Cream Croquette

• French Fries

Favorite Sweet:

• Cherry Parfait

• Pastries

• Blueberry Pie

Favorite Drink:

• Vanilla Cappuccino

• Camomile Tea

• Peach Strawberry Smoothie

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Voice Headcanon: Lola Blanc

Quote:

"Long time no see Via,look how much you grown!"

**VELLATRIX TO OCTAVIA**

[parachutingkitten]

So I saw that you have an oc named Beatrix/Trix with the element of pain and I was wondering what does....what does the element of pain do??? Like, super curious about that.

I might switch the element over to Dawn, another one of my ocs- equally low chance of me writing anything for them, so I'll give you the run down.

Basically, the idea was that the element of pain would allow the holder to transfer injury from themselves to someone else, or vice versa. Theoretically meaning, they could act as a conduit to transfer pain between two separate people, divide a lethal injury between two parties making it non lethal, or hurt themselves in order to transfer the injury to someone else. I think the idea was that this was easier the closer range she got- physical contact making things quickest and easiest. There were plenty of other ideas. That they would be able to manifest blanket feelings of pain without a source injury if they tap into their true potential, that given enough control they could just straight heal wounds instead of transferring them. My idea for a potential Trix storyline was that she would need to master her powers in order to heal some sort of injury of nature. A mystically important tree, or magical life source, or something.

No idea if I'll ever actually use this idea, but I would theoretically like to. I've got a lot of random story beats in mind.

[lone-pylon]

Post-Christmas dinner nap with your boyfriend coworker

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[OCs] (more thoughts below)

I always imagined Matrix's holidays to be pretty dull considering he'd always have to be on call for hits or just the fact that being a member of the Split Diamond syndicate would prevent him from ever really celebrating (along with obvious family rifts, with his mother being the boss of said syndicate and his father being dead).

So finally after the events of the TEE main storyline, he's able to actually participate in something celebratory he's not used to. Roark agrees (albeit reluctantly considering Trix's partying habits) to invite him to his annual Christmas family gathering at his parents' condo.

Matrix is obviously out of his element considering the only gatherings he's attended are syndicate meetings and frat-adjacent mega-parties. Dude's on edge the entire time, not knowing what it's like to interact with a family who's not a part of a power-hungry crime ring. The stress would probably kick his processors into overdrive, and by the end of the night he's down to 10% charge capacity.

[cherrybombwaffles]

Hazbin/Helluva OC Dump #2

Name: Trixie Nickname(s): Trix Age: 25 Pronouns: She/Her Extra Info: she's a Hellhound who lives in the Gluttony Ring. she's exuberant, sassy and a gossiper. she's a regular at Beelzebub's parties and is even one of her favorite people.

[tsarinn]

our party keeps failing checks and making stupid decisions

miraculously, no one but trix gets hurt

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

Can you tell us more about Nick Nack in your miraculous au

Wow it appears Nick Nack is the most interesting character. Two annons asking about him!

Okie dokie, here's more info about the artist and anti-hero

As a young boy, Nick had always been drawn to the antiheroes of the comics and stories. He related so much to their stories and characters, but he often told himself he'll be the hero not the anti-hero.

His aunt Nicole (@dolly-royal oc) help him finance his art school as Leighton and Miriam refused. He had some hard times making relationships and friendships during at time as his father never really allow him to socialize with the other kids. His aunt comforted him by calling him her little hero

Riley is the closest thing he has of a companion as Daisy is more of a mom to him. She still is but it's more like a human companion, as Trix has become his best friend.

He was so fascinated with the new heroes and this some fannart of them. Lord Bug and Kitty Noir were overwhelmed by the attention of the people + Nick was Nick, so that turned sour, but he still looked up to them.

After his aunt ran away with some lover from the middle class, she left Nick some of the stuff she inherited from her late mother Opal. There was a table that he wanted to get rid of but noticed someone tried to break into his home constantly. He decided to check it out and found the Fox miraculous in a secret compartment. He tried to tell the heroes but he was not taking seriously. He decided to keep it to himself as he was afraid it would fall into the wrong hands

Trix is a bit more of a trickster. He convinced Nick to at least try the miraculous instead of throwing in a safe until he found a safe place to leave it there. Nick was reclusive but try it, then he found he felt so alive.

He came out with his name very quickly because puns

He realized he was an antihero as his actions delivered from his selfishness and he sorta did something good against his father but it was purely out of spite. He then realized with powers he was like the antiheroes he read about, and he has come to accept it.

Still in progress, but he met the phantasm at a party he was in as she and Shadow were escaping some criminals. He didn't know who Riley was in her suit as phantasmagoria is technically the phantasm of the public (in rise of the phantasm is better explained, but I don't want to ruin the surprise) so he assumes she has just some sort of villain and runs after her as Mr. Foxglove. He does get to momentarily tackle her using her distraction to his advantage. He's did try to figure out where her miraculous was until he notice a peculiar shaped he has seen with sentimonsters on a ring she was wearing, and how she looked vaguely familiar. Shadow got super protective of Phantasm (not a ship) defeated Nick while escaping with Phantasm. Nick became fascinated by the lady and started to figure out who was she.

After learning a bit about the phantasm and her charade, Nick finds her on a peculiar building relating to her backstory. She did try to stab him until he told her he wanted to help her out as he was curious about her. She pretty much threatened to make his life miserable if he ever betrays her and leaves. I won't say it (I made my POV regarding the puppets not being related many times) but yes, he does feel that way and with her civil form as well. If I ever write it would be just like one implication as it's not important.

[cinnamonbundog]

Your OCs are going to a barbecue! What will they bring? (Doesn't necessarily have to be food, could be party supplies, boomboxes etc.)

Techno or Beatz probably going to bring good jams for the party, and Techno might bring very good mac and cheese to go with the barbecue. Since he's learned how to make great mac and cheese from his father. If Chiptune's going to the barbecue, he might bring the mac and cheese instead.

Coda--as a cook--could bring other side foods, assuming whoever's hosting the barbecue is cooking the stuff like hotdogs and burgers. Trix might bring either chips or sodas. Although what everyone brings could vary.

[fulgurantfirstborn]

{{My upcoming drabble will feature Tarnished Gwynfor and Tarnished Bellevance (one of my Soulsborne OCs from @gauntletsbrambled) BUT I will not talk about their ER versions in this post because spoilers for drabble. I will instead talk about their DnD versions that I have been planning for a friend's homebrew campaign.

Bel will actually be my player character, he is a battlemage artificer with a steel defender rabbit

The rabbit is named Cicatrix, shortened to Trix to reference the cereal brand as OOC joke, and serves as a personal assistant/mobility aid

Bel has expertise in Medicine and Arcana checks since he is a bladesmith and prosthetics crafter, in fact having crafted his left arm prosthetic

Does a lot of research into magic enhancements, think Viktor from 'Arcane' but not quite as dangerously obsessive about his work, works mostly with silver armaments

Lad has horrible burn scars across his body and face from an assassination attempt on his bard family when he was younger

Bel is hilariously not much of a singer himself, but being a blacksmith lends him to being a decent percussionist

Gwynfor will be a NPC made through my DM's "I Know A Guy" mechanic where any player character can name an "expert" the player party can meet and talk to

He will be a paladin of sorts, wields light as a weapon much to the amazement of the current party since we have only recently met some Angels and a God in the world of Hyalus

Bel knows Gwynfor through having been commissioned to craft the famous swordspear we all know the Nameless King for

Gwynfor is still a himbo

The two men are but just friends at the moment, but outside of the actual campaign, I will probably imagine a developing relationship

Me just really like sun/moon and gold/silver juxtapositions because... you know...

In short, I love these two, Your Honor. Also, if anyone wants to hear more about this homebrew world, I would be happy to ask my DM about being contacted.}}

[twoidiotwriters1]

Pure Blood 20 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

A/N: Omg,I can't believe we're already in chapter 20, the good is coming

Words: 1,760

Masterlist

Chapter 19 / Chapter 21

Sirius

Yesterday

"You owe me some chocolate frogs, Padfoot," says James, lying down on his bed.

"I don't think so, Prongs. That bet wasn't fair, how could I know that bird was going to attack me?”

"Maybe because you threw rocks at him," adds Peter, and I wince.

Remus enters the room then, the boy walks in with a huge smile all the way to his bed, takes off his sweater and sits on the mattress in front of mine. The three of us are silent as we watch him, waiting for some other reaction. I told them what had happened with Persephone, omitting the fact that he was crying and… the hug.

James sits on the edge of his bed and looks at Remus.

"And well?” That makes him react, but his smile doesn't fade.

"Hello guys. How’d it go? ” I frown.

"Good," says Peter. "But I think it was better for you," he says, trying to joke, but James throws him a shirt to quiet him down.

“Yes, you're right, Pete. It was better than I thought,” Remus replies, slightly red.

"How was your date with... Trixie?" I say, trying to control myself. His face flushes even more.

“I know you don't like her, Padfoot, but I did well, she's a very- wait, how did you know that?” The spell seems to have broken.

"Someone told me,” I lean against the wooden pillar of his bed and cross my arms.

“Oh. Well… yes, it was great, we have many things in common and–”

"Remus, I love you and you know it,” James interrupts him before he gives the details. "I think you're the smartest of the four, but right now you're being an idiot." Remus looks at him confused.

“Are you on his side too? C’mon James, they don't even know her…”

“Listen," I reply. “I may not be the best person to say this, because of my stupid decisions, but…” I approach him. “Why did you leave Persephone?”

"What are you talking ab-" His eyes widen "Holy shit!” He hits his forehead.

"There it is, he finally realized," applauds James.

“Shit, I was supposed to go with her.”

"Didn't you really remember?" I ask.

"No shit, I'm the worst person in the world," He says as he gets up. "I have to talk to her…” He opens the door, but before he could get out, I grab his shirt and he turns.

"It's late, Moony, talk to her tomorrow.”

He sighs and nods, before closing the door a meow stops me. A small cat’s sitting in front of our room.

"How strange…” I don't pay attention and close the door.

"Surely she hates me," he complains.

"No, she's just upset," I say without thinking and he watches me.

"You talked to her?" He asks surprised and I feel shivers run through my body.

"Eh, yes, something like that, she seemed annoyed.”

"I'm an idiot.”

"We agree on that," adds James.

"Okay, now tell us, how did it go with Trixie?" Peter asks and I complain covering my ears.

"I don't want to know what you do with the devil!”

Night came as we argued and joked.

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Today.

"Does that mean I now have an excuse to hit Snivellus?" I ask, patting her red hair.

"I thought you didn't need one to do it," Lily replies, blowing her nose.

"I need it, now I can say that it was for your honor.” My words make her laugh.

"I still can't believe our friendship is over," she says as she sits down on the floor resting her head on my shoulder.

"Welcome to the Club,” I say sighing.

"I don't think we're in the same club, Persephone," I frown.

"What are you talking about?”

"I know you’ll deny everything, but your relationship with Sirius has changed, you don’t argue like before.”

"That's because of the truce, you know about the plan–“

"If you say so…”

"Anyway, do you want to go to the lake to eat? I'm hungry,” We get up at the same time.

"Surely everyone knows now what happened," she says, wiping her tears away.

“Let them think what they want, Lily. You can't force them to never talk about you, the only thing we can do is ignore them, but if someone dares to hurt you, rest assured that you have a whole group of bodyguards-”

She laughs. "Who would say that after so many fights, we would become friends?"

I Sigh. "Yes, everything is out of balance…”

I feel a chill when I remember the hug with Sirius, but I don't say anything.

We both walk to the large dining room and just as I head over to the Slytherin table, she stops me and offers me a place at her table.

"You want the balance to fall apart, right?" Lily rolls her eyes.

"Don't exaggerate, come on," she says. We sit down with her friends, they all ask if she’s okay and Lily only answers that they will talk later, I’d also be uncomfortable with something like that.

We ate and talked about everything, the relationship with them was friendly, we are not best friends, but I’m comfortable, everything’s better when Jenna joins. After a few minutes, I was already preparing to leave, but a new person stopped me. Trixie sits across from me with a huge smile.

"May I speak to you, Persephone?" I clench my teeth.

"No thanks, I want to live," she giggles, causing a chill.

"Always so funny! But I think it's important that we talk, it's about Remus.”

I raise an eyebrow.

"Did you kill him already or what?" I feel a pinch on my left arm and I complain looking at Lily. Then I sigh. "What do you want?"

"Oh no, I meant talking in a more private place,” She looks at the girls. "I don't want to offend them, it's just that this is a bit embarrassing topic…”

"Don't worry, Persephone will go with you" Jenna says giving me orders. I grimace and get up.

We both leave the large dining room and walk a few hallways.

“Here. I don't intend to be in a secret place where you can hide my body without witnesses.”

She sighs but keeps smiling.

“Listen, I'm not stupid, I know that since the last time we saw each other many years ago, things were not right. But you have to understand that we are no longer girls and I don't think I deserve your bad attitude.”

Well shit. I was not expecting this.

"Still, I don't expect us to be as close friends as before, I know you have your group and I have mine, but our paths are perhaps coming together again," She adds, blushing a little. "Remus is a very cute boy and I don't think I've ever had such a strong connection with anyone, he listens to me and-"

"Stop there I- I don't want to know,” I stir uneasily. "I was supposed to go with him to Hogsmeade yesterday, but he left me standing because of you.”

"I know.”

"And it's not fair- wait- you knew?"

"Yes. He’s quite sorry. When I saw him at the entrance of the school, he was very happy and we started talking, he never mentioned that he was waiting for you, I found out later I- I'm sorry.”

"What?" This I was really not expecting it.

“I’m very sorry for what happened, if I had known… sorry, Persephone. What I least want is to give you reasons to hate me.”

On the one hand, I am very surprised, and on the other I don’t know whether to believe her. Before I could reply, Remus reaches our side.

"Percy, can we talk?"

They both look at each other and smile for a few seconds, but then they came back to me.

"What you did to me, Lupin, you’ll have to compensate. Trixie,” She waits anxiously. “May it never happen again.”

"I promise," She says, smiling, "I'll leave you alone, see you, Remi." She kisses his cheek and leaves.

"I'm really sorry. I completely forgot- it wasn't on purpose- I know what you think, but I'm not like Sirius,” He speaks so fast that I barely understand, so I cover his mouth with my hand.

"Okay, I accept your apology, but I warn you that if it happens again, I will not hesitate to turn you into a worm, understand?" He nods and pulls my hand away.

"So you're not upset anymore?" I shake my head.

“Remus," I say nervously "Do you really like Trixie?"

The boy blushes and runs a hand over his hair.

“Yes, I think so…”

I sigh.

“Just… be careful.”

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"What will you wear for the big party of important people?" Jenna asks surprising me.

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that," I shrug. "My mother will surely send me something. She wants to control everything.”

"At least she has good taste," I nod. "I understand why you like going out to the gardens so much, it's relaxing," She says, lying down on the grass.

Suddenly a small orange bird perches on the book that I put aside. I laugh and look at the animal. Its colors are very bright, I have never seen a bird like that.

"Hey, how do you feel about the whole Trix and Lupin thing?" Adds my friend.

"I don't know, it's weird.”

"Wait, odd that it's with Trix, or that Remus has a girlfriend?"

“Girlfriend? No. Ha! No.”

Jenna laughs out loud.

"What is so funny?"

“You're jealous!”

"What!? Of course not!”

“Yes you are!”

"No, don't say stupid things. I'm only worried about him, Trixie is a bad person -or at least she was- agh! I don't know, but I'm not jealous, I don't see Remus as more than a friend.”

"Hey, it's not bad that you like Lupin, actually, of the four I like him the most.”

“Stop."

"I'm just saying, don't be mad," She says defending herself.

"I can't see Remus that way,” I bend my legs and rest my chin on my knees.

"You would make a nice couple," She adds, making me growl. “Although, I've seen progress with Black…”

"Do you want to stop pairing me with all of them?"

"Hey, it's not my fault! You have a history and somehow, we always end up talking about one of them.”

"I wish I could meet someone else…”

"That would break Lupin and Black's hearts."

"Jenna!"

My scream causes the bird to fly away.

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👗 Dani if she goes to Madeline’s Chilton Party & Dinner with Trix?

Party:

Dinner:

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