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Friendly reminder that

Neil Josten does not have a neck fetish.

Neil Josten has a “giving Andrew Minyard pleasure” fetish.

and Neil Josten knows that Andrew Minyard likes having his neck kissed.

Evidence:

“Neil kissed his neck, hoping to distract him, and was rewarded with a startled jolt. That was enough reason to do it again. Andrew pushed his face away, but they were standing too close together for Neil to miss the way he shivered.”

–The Kings Men Ch. 11.

“Neil chased water down the side of Andrew’s neck. Andrew’s fingers clenched convulsively on Neil’s sides as a shudder wracked Andrew’s frame.

Andrew tried to recover with a ground-out ‘your neck fetish is not attractive.’

‘You like it,’ Neil said, unapologetic. ‘I like that you like it.’

He bit down to prove his point and Andrew turned his head into it with a sharp hiss.”

–The Kings Men Ch. 15

Neil doesn’t go after Andrew’s neck because he particularly likes his neck (although I do imagine he’s probably fond of it). He goes after Andrew’s neck because he knows it turns Andrew on. 

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The Color of a Heart

Okay okay okay, I decided I wanted another story since I had time and literally this story came out of nowhere. This story takes place in the kingdom of the Cross Paths story although in another nearby village. Hope you’ll like it and enjoy it and s always I appreciate the feedback. Be nice <3

Disclaimer: mention of Witchcraft, Family loss, Marriage, and Magic.

Words: 3082

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Chapter 1

The village of Ilohric was nearby to the Stronghold and once a month it was the center of attention in the now call day of the Proposal Raids, where the orcs from the stronghold will come to take the people as their partners after the courtship and take them to the Stronghold to be theirs.

This wasn’t strange from Orcish tradition. Whoever, Ilohric had a peculiar way to reassure the chosen ones will be with taking care of their partners. Basically, once a baby is born they are given a necklace with a crystal from the Capital of the kingdom and they must wear it until their eighteen birthday when the crystal will turn a respective color. The crystal itself is a clear color but changes and shines when their love partner is close.

For decades the village had grown famous due to its peculiar ways of matchmaking and many people had come just to try their luck with the town’s people. What nobody saw coming was that the Chief from the Stronghold made a deal with the people of Ilohric to allow the Proposal Raids. His reason was that even though they have performed raids in other villages the relationships end up being disastrous ending in the chosen ones running away, this reduce the population in the Stronghold and the people were unhappy, so when the Chief found out about the village he decided it was their chance to change the situation. The people in the village agree on it only if the traditions were respected and with the consent of the chosen people.

Surprisingly, many orcs find their partners between the people of the village and end up having successful relationships, the Stronghold was full again and the people were happy. This continues through the decades under the blessing of the gods.

Now, Summer loves her village and she feels proud of being part of the tradition, but the idea of getting married was not on her checklist. She is a skillful witch who owns her own shop where she makes potions and medicine as well as a variety of amulets and charms, she has been an independent woman for a while now and enjoys doing her work. She also has become quite the celebrity helping the actual Wise Woman who was in charge to perform the spell who protect the village against evil creatures from the nearby forests, and Summer was her first assistant and the favorite to be her successor.

Although not all the people in the village spoke good things about her, this was because she’s almost twenty-five and she hasn’t met anyone to be her partner. Some will say there must be something wrong with her crystal, other will say that it isn’t her time yet and worst to be said was that her hearth was too cold to be loved. She couldn’t care less about the rumors, in fact, she knew exactly why her crystal hasn’t changed color all these years. Being a skillful witch had its benefits, in her case she had made this flower bracelet that she always wears in her right wrist which had a glamour spell that deactivates the effect of the gem. ‘There is no law against turning the crystal off’ she thought and her plan has been successful all these years. She didn’t like the idea of being away of the village and the people she was supposed to care of, it wasn’t a thing of liking boys or girls or orcs, she didn’t want to fail her promise she made to her mother all those years ago.

Summer was opening her shop when he heard someone calling her name from the distant. She immediately knew it was Lila, her childhood best friend. They have known each other since they were babies and even though Summer decides to study they always have time to talk. They trust each other like sisters, so much that she’s the only other person who knows about the glamour spell, and although she feels a little sad about her friend’s decision she swore not to tell a soul about it. She was running with a big smile on her face so she must have good news Summer thought.

‘’Summer! You won’t believe what just happened’’ she was out of breath so she must have run all the way to tell her.

‘’Calm down first, let’s enter the shop and I’ll make you a lemonade’’ she said with a smile.

The weather was even hotter than the last year so a refreshing lemonade was more than welcome for Lila. When she recovered from her race she starts talking with enthusiasm, for a moment Summer feared she might bite her tongue at that speed.

‘’I was going to the deliver some flowers to my aunt since she was feeling a little down and once I finish I stopped to take a look at the flowers in the market again, there were a couple of roses who looked gorgeous, and when I turn I crash into someone’s back’’

‘’You alright? Are you hurt?’’

‘’None of that. More important the person behind me was an orc, he was tall and was wearing a leather armor. He was so, and I need you to believe me, so handsome’’

‘’I didn’t know you were into orcs’’ summer said taking a sip from her glass of lemonade ‘’I always thought you’ll prefer satyrs or elves’’

‘’I thought so too, but that’s not what makes me excited. In the second our eyes meet my crystal start to shine! It was a beautiful violet color Summer! I believe I found my soulmate!’’

Summer was a little shocked, she knew her friend was the romantic type to the bone, and although she had a few boyfriends before she wanted to find someone special for a long time. Lila was just as old as Summer and she knew that part of the rumors was also about her, this made her feel a little down most of the times, no wonder she’s so excited right now.

‘’I’m so glad Lila!’’ she got up and hug her friend tightly and she returns it. ‘’I know you have waited long for it. You must tell me, what’s their name? What do they do? How do they look?’’

‘’His name is Koril and his a mercenary as most orcs, but he lives in the Stronghold most of the time. He has red kind of brownish hair and his skin is a pale olive. We talked for a little wild, it was obvious he was just as excited as me about all of this. He told me I was really cute and he couldn’t wait to see me again and start the courtship ritual’’

‘’I’m so happy’’ Summer said cleaning up the little tears.

‘’Although I wanted to talk to you first for a reason’’. Summer went back to her sit, Lila’s face was serious now. ‘’I’m worried that if I need to leave to the Stronghold, you’ll be alone. I know I made a promise to you and to auntie that I will never leave you but…’’

Summer put her finger in Lila’s lips, shutting her up. ‘’I don’t want you to sacrifice your happiness for me. I’ll be fine, I have this town and the people. I’ll fulfill my wish and become a person able to protect everyone and the village. So go and be happy with Koril, but you’ll have to visit me from time to time ok?’’

Lila hugs her, the smile never leaving her face. Summer felt a little sadness knowing her almost sister will be leaving, but her happiness was the most important in the world.

The two of them were interrupted by a loud growl coming from outside. They rush out to the see what was going on and found a crew of people seeing how a group of orcs was arguing with a group of humans. Summer recognize the massive orc who didn’t stop screaming at the man; he was a son of the Chief of the Stronghold, she hasn’t met him in person but have seen him around town lately, Barik was his name she believed. He was as tall as his father with the same emerald green skin. His hair was full of beads and animal bones and was tied into a braid. His tusks were sharp and he had scars all over his face. His eyes were a deep turquoise color, she has never seen such beautiful eyes before, although now they looked more intimidated than pretty.

‘’Don’t fuck with me, little man! Admit it, you stole it!’’ Barik shout.

‘’I didn’t steal anything! In fact, I bet you were the one who stole my stuff!’’ the man screams back.

They were screaming at each other like dogs fighting for the same bone, the people were crowding around the group of screaming men. Lila whipper something to one of the villagers standing beside her. ‘‘What’s happening?’’ she asked.

‘’The two group had their carts park one next to each other, but when the orcs came back the big one start yelling that someone had stolen a bag with jewels he just bought before coming here. When the other men came back they notice they have lost some bags as wells. They have been yelling at each other since then’’

‘’This can’t be good. The Wise Woman is in the Orilon village performing a ritual and she’s the only one who can put order, especially to the orcs ’’ another man in the crowd said.

It was true that if the two groups started a fight no one will be able to stop them. Lila squeeze Summer’s arms, she was looking with a worried expression to one of the orcs in the group, Summer notice he must be Koril due to his red hair.

She tried to think about something to do or say at least to win some time. Then a tinny spark of light over the trees behind the carts caught her attention, probably nobody had noticed it because they were too focus on the argument. She walks towards the two of them and stood in between them, the two men look at her with confusion.

‘’What do you think you’re doing little one?! This argument had nothing to do with you’’ Barik growled at her.

‘’Over there’’ she pointed in the direction where she saw the spark. The men and orcs looked at her while she kneels in front of the trees picking up something, when she turned around she had the bags in her arms. The crowd let out a sigh of surprise.

‘’Are this what you were looking for?’’ she asked.

‘’Those are my bags’’ the man exclaimed and she handed to him. He checked inside just to be sure everything was okay. ‘Yeah, everything is here’’

‘’I believe this one must be your then’’ she handed the bag to the massive orc who which had a confused yet still annoyed expression on his face.

‘’H-how?’’ Barik asked.

‘’I believe no one stole anything. If you look closely you two parked your carts in the only space in the ground that’s uneven, the soil is more inclined in this side. The bags must probably roll out from the carts and fell into the grass’’ she explained.

The crowd was relieved now that the problem was solved, Barik and the man had an ashamed look on their faces knowing that they were throwing accusation without reasons like children.

‘’I believe this solves the problem. Why don’t you two make peace and we forget this ever happen?’’

They agree on it and shake their hands, the crowd applauded, it was a conflict avoided and everyone was happy. The crowd dissipated slowly and Lila took this chance to go talk to Koril, it was a cute scene when he whipped some tears in Lila’s face. The man returns his bag into his cart and went to talk to Summer.

‘’Thanks a lot for the help! I wouldn’t imagine what would have happened if we were to fight. I didn’t expect less from the successor of the Wise Woman, I’m glad to see the village will be in great hands Summer’’

‘’It was a pleasure but I only notice the spark of the bag of jewels, the rest were just conclusions I made’’

‘’Even so, I’m glad you were here to help us. Come to the bakery one of this days and I’ll give you a free pastry. You deserve it!’’

‘’Thank you so much, please take care’’ she said while the man got up on his horse and leaves. At the same time, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

She turned to see Barik standing in front of her still with the bag in one hand, he reaches out and grabs a crystal, it’s the same color as his eyes she thought. He grabs her hand and places it in her palm, without saying anything he turns away and got into his equally massive horse, giving the rest a sing that they needed to leave. Summer just stood there holding the stone in her hand trying to process what just happen, maybe it was an orcish way to say thank you?

She put the pretty crystal in her pocket and walk over to Lila who presented her to Koril, he looked like a nice guy and she asked him to take her of her precious friend, the orcs then leave the village and start riding towards the West, probably trying to follow Barik. She didn’t put much attention to the gesture, after all, she had more important things to do in the shop that evening.

The orcs were riding back to the stronghold with Barik leading them but after a while, he decides to stop at the river to let the horses rest. The group was congratulating Koril for finding himself a bride, everyone except Barik who was sitting on a rock looking the jewels on his bag. Koril and Barik were battle buddies, or to be more precise, they were longtime acquaintances. Barik uses to do mercenary work from here and there so they always end up in the same battles, teams and even missions. They got used to each other so with time they end up being ‘friends’ if they could say, so it was weird that Barik wasn’t cheering over his buddy’s luck. 

Koril walked towards him and call his name twice but he didn’t respond, he only notice his presence when he pats his shoulder. ‘’Ah! Sorry. Congratulations buddy, you better take care of your partner’’ he was obviously distracted so he answered him with the first thing he had in mind.

‘’You okay Barik?’’ Koril asked.

‘’I’m okay I guess, I was just spacing around’’ he kept playing with the jewels in the bag.

‘’It’s a good thing nobody’s hurt, you sure have a bad temper when someone touches your stuff’’

‘’I made a fool of myself in front of many people. I already feel terrible for it so you don’t have to remember me. I don’t want to have another argument with my old man about politics and how important is our relationship with the people of the village. I seriously can’t stand it’’

‘’Glad things didn’t end up bad this time. I was ready to grab you by the arms if need it. By the way, isn’t funny how that girl just stood in front of you without flinching an eye. That was brave from her’’

He didn’t answer but Koril knew he was listening. ‘’You only gave her a gem to thank her?’’ he mentions.

‘’Yeah. I think I saw your woman with her, are they friends?’’

‘’They are childhood friends. We didn’t have much time to talk but for what I could hear from the crowd she’s a witch who owns a shop just in front where we were fighting. I believe she’s the one who will succeed Gala’’

‘’That old woman? Isn’t she a little too young to be in charge of the position?’’

‘’I thought the same too but my Lila told me that she didn’t care for anything else besides her work’’

‘’Hmm…’’ Barik let out a sigh. ‘’He has been in this weird sessions with his father and the Wise Woman were they talk about politic stuff, and although he really doesn’t care about he knows what an important role is to be the Wise Woman in the village. Is in your shoulders the safety and spiritual harmony of each and every person who lives in the village, they will often come for you asking for advice and you must be present in most of the reunions involving not only politics but also exporting and importing materials and accepting refugees.

The sudden feeling of pressure in his head make him snap and gives the order to the others to get ready. As they got close to the Stronghold he keeps feeling that unpleasant feeling all over his body, as if it was crush with a rock and then thrown into the ocean.

His thoughts were also bugging him, there was indeed something weird about what happened today. He kept question his actions; Why did he give her the gem? Why didn’t he said anything? Was this girl from Ilohric? He didn’t saw her necklace and that was weird enough, almost everyone he saw in there wears them as if they were battle medals of battle trophies.

When he arrived at the stronghold he rushed to his cabin and fell onto his bed. The world was spinning around him and his eyelids were closing. He realizes the irony of the situation, his father once told him that his attitude will bring him despair on of this days, and now he couldn’t even move the fingers on his feet.

He remembered once hearing about witches, most of them aren’t dangerous but definitely aren’t the type of person to mess with. They are only dangerous because of their knowledge in different arts, books, spells or rituals, they more dangerous ones can put curses to kill you slowly or to bring bad luck to your life without you noticing it until it’s too late. This realization gave him shivers.

Maybe the witch curse him when he touched her for no reason? He swore that once he get up from this bed he’ll go to find some answers.

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Space Australia

So I was looking at a few of these old posts and started to wonder if anyone has done this but with Gen Z

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—- (Gen) Z:I want to die.

Alien:NO! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need help?

Z:mental help? Yes.

Alien:where do we recieve this? What is it?

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—- Z:*watches a ship explode* Same

Alien:What? I don’t understand.

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—- Z:*looks into space* Wow… that’s as black and dull as my soul right now.

Alien:The soles of your shoes are white???

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——Z:*sees alien* DON’T LAY YOUR EGGS IN ME?

alien:Why would—???

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—-Z:Wow. This looks like that one planet from Star Wars.

Alien:You guys had a space war? When?

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——Z:*sees a dead body* me on the inside

Alien:Yes, you do have a skeleton. Why are you pointing that out?

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——Alien:The vault is empty!

Z:YEET! *throws a wrench*

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—-Human:*having a mental breakdown*

Alien:What… What is this? I thought humans could function on a daily basis.

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—-Gen Z:Some*breaks down door* BODY ONCE TOLD ME

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Lady of the Orc [part 1]

“It is your duty to me and country”

“But why him!?”

“Because I have said so. Now I won’t hear another word about it.”

“But Farther -”

“Not another word”

At that he turned and left Ashlynn alone in her room. He slammed the door so hard it blew out the candle. Now only the moon shined any light onto her life. She went to the window to stare at the sky. The pale almost full circle hung in the sky. It’s haunting beauty only made her mood worsen. The injustice, the terrible fate now laid out before her.

Ashlynn’s father, an ever shrew and clever man, has decided that the latest treaty should be signed with her marriage. Now her opinions being a middle daughter of a minor Duke have never been grand. She had an two brothers, one barley a year her elder but still he would have her father’s title. Then her other brother, the youngest, has already been on several military campaigns and proven himself capable. Ashlynn was a young prodigy but no one noticed. She was taught the courtly arts of dance, speech, and reading. She outwitted even her father in chess and backgammon several times. She also read much on war and it’s winning. Yet at every turned she has been berated for not being proper and well behaved.

Now her father wanting to make peace and appease the brutish orcs to the west, has offered her hand to their chief’s son. He had tried to clear them off a plot of land so that humans could farm there instead. He had thought this more peaceful sec of Orcs easy pickings for his well trained knights. They had found a tougher foe then they had hoped. The campaign against the orc lands had been an embarrassing loss for their little providence. Peace had to be made with them. This naked act of aggression, might lead to raids on human lands in retaliation. Her father had reluctantly paid reparations and written promises of peace down. Then he had offered Ashlynn to an orc. She knew why her dad did this. It was finally his chance to be rid of the insolent child, but still it felt like betrayal to her. She slept poorly that night, dreading what was to come.

Ashlynn had a week of drowning depression. Her fate seem like an inescapable horror. She thought to run away but she could never figure out what to do once outside the walls. She knew of only here, she had barley left this castle. She thought to just refuse but her voice meant nothing to her father and what if the orcs grew reckless waiting on a bride. She seemingly could make no choice that wouldn’t end in disaster.

She was lamenting in bed when her brother decided it best to pay his dearest sister a visit.

“So how our resident orc whore doing?” he said with smile she couldn’t see but could hear. He had held his position of eldest over her most of her life. She spent years taking his verbal abuse.

“Shut up and leave me be Nathan.” burring deeper into her pillow fort of despair. He sighed falsely and sat onto her bed.

“You should be happy that dad finally found someone as ugly and stupid as you.” something in her snapped at that.

“We’ll both be far more beautiful than you and whatever hag you end up.” she salty spat back. She was already being married to an orc not much she had left to lose. Nathan lost his footing a second but came back smugly with, “Oh foolish sister, you haven’t even seen an orc.”

“I don’t need too to know that one would be a better sight than your hideous face,” she said as she sat up.

Her brother always thought himself smarter than Ashlynn. A leftover from their childhood when he could tell her all the things he was learning. She used to listen with aw and wonder. She had long out paced his studies now but he still insisted on slowly explaining the obvious to her. Often incorrectly but who was she to correct him. She always consoled herself with the thought he’ll learn when his ignorance when gets him killed. He had begun to sputter in shock at her assessment of his horrid visage. He could take insults about as gracefully as a headless chicken. And like a headless chicken he ran out of the room with no clear direction.

She sunk back into her bed and found his words sinking in. It was true she had never seen an orc. She heard the stories though and they we’re all terrifying. Green beasts twice as tall as normal men. Able to eat knights in full plate. Strong beyond belief and dumb as a rocks. The barbaric tribes knew only blood and war. Ashlynn knew that these tales were mostly stories. Fiction had taken to them like moss but she still feared what truth lay under it.

‘And what of my face,’ she thought, ‘It’s not like sutors are lining up at the castle door.’ She pondered this for a time but it just sunk her deeper into her misery. She had never thought herself as ugly but also never as beautiful. She liked herself well enough and that’s all that really mattered. She had assumed that sutors thought her brash and unbehaved like her father. Now though she wondered if she was so ugly to others. If her looks keep her from marriage not just her attitude.

“Guess it best then to be married to an orc,” she said sadly to herself, finding sleep again.

A knock at the door woke her.

“Delivery my Lady”

It was one of the maids

“Come in” she said rousing from her night of nightmares of yet to come. She sat on the bed as young maid came in with some sort of package. It was something wrapped in rough leather and tied up with rope.

“Who is it from?” she asked puzzled by the package as it was placed in her hands. The maid suddenly got shy,

“ Well it’s from… you know…”

This continued to puzzle Ashlynn.

“No I don’t,” she said flatly “please tell me who it’s from.”

“Oh it’s from… well,” she looked shy and then full of pity, “ It’s from your husband to be.” The silence hit the room hard. Ashlynn slowly looked at the package with new frightened eyes. “Thank you. You can go,” she said off handley. Once she heard the door shut she gently pulled at the rope that held the leather together. Inside was necklace, a letter and something covered in feathers the likes of which she had never seen. She examined the necklace first. A worn leather string held a small wood carving of bear. Was she supposed to wear it? She took the letter next, opening it in hopes of explanations.

Dear Lady Ashlynn,

I am Varbuk son of Varungad, and I am the orc to which you have been promised to. I am happy to have our union bring peace to both our lands. I can only hope you share in this joy. I want to apologise to you, I have come to understand that you were not asked about this. My father assures me this is normal among humans but I still feel this a slight to you. It was my hope that we could talk and get to know each other before the banquet. Things have not turned out that way. This letter comes with a couple of gifts. The first is my bear totem, it keeps me safe and gives me luck so I hope the bear protects you as well. The second is a cloak made from the feathers of an owlbear. I hunted the beast and made the cloak from its feathers myself. I know these gifts can not replace a proper proposal but please take them anyways.

Sincerely,

Varbuk the Ever Will

Ashlynn sat for a long time reading and rereading the letter. She was in complete shock. First of all orcs are apparently able to write and when they do they are peace loving sweethearts. It was too much to be believable but there it all was. Then looking over everything again her eyes landed on the cloak of owlbear feathers.

She scrambled out of bed though she did not know why she felt such haste. She threw on her new cloak with a fever. She looked at herself in mirror. The cloak was completely covered in the grey and black feathers. The cloak was secured with a talon or claw and the brim of the hood had the beak of the beast it came from. With the hood up she looked like a terrifying fairy tale witch. It was dark twisted, macabe, and she actually liked it. She was surprised how much she liked looking scary and dark.

The dark sorceress feels reminded her of a time when she had begged and pleaded for a magical education. The art of magic could be taught to those smart enough to learn it. It was common for children of Noble birth to learn wizarding. Like in most things her brother had convinced her father that she wasn’t smart enough to get magic. She knew he was only upset because he couldn’t wrap his head around the all the spells wizards tried teaching him. Ashlynn picked up a hair brush and began to wave it like a wand. She pretended to be a dark witch casting curses on her brothers.

Then as she wandered back to bed she saw the letter and remembered where this cloak came from. It was off her as fast as she had put it on. She threw it onto the bed hard but immediately regretted it. She picked it back up to see if it was damaged but it seemed fine. This orc who had sent her these gifts seemed sweet and trying hard to help ease her into this new turn of life. Which is more than can be said for everyone else. Her brother called her a whore the other ladies at court had laughed, been disgusted or only knew pity for her. She had heard whispers that many were happy to see her go. She looked back at her cloak and got a wicked idea.

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The banquet hall was an array of splendor. Everyone seemed happy, and jubilant. Bards played away as the party was in full swing. Though one thing was off Ashlynn was absent. Varbuk was worried, the servants had continuously reassured him that she was just getting ready. But it had been hours now where was she? The young orc had never had the chance to meet her and was concerned that she might have fled. Humans rarely tolerated Orcs and to marry one seem to be a short straw in fate’s hands for most.

His mind began to swirl with anxieties. Would she hate him, throw up at him on sight. Most humans at this party had been giving him a wide berth. Mostly the ladies of the court. He definitely felt like an outsider. He had agreed to this union because her father had been so insistent. Then a loud creek came from the large double doors. In came a shorter humanoid figure draped in a familiar cloak. Valbuk heart fluttered suddenly at the sight of his future bride wearing his gift. Everyone else was not so at put at ease. Gasps and murmurs floated through the crowd. Valbuk wasted no time though as he made strides across the hall to Ashlenn.

“Lady Ashlynn I am to assume?” he said boldly

“Yes and you are Varbuk?” she said not looking at him. Her voice was deeper than most but still soft. Varbuk got down on one knee and reached for her hand. She did not stop him raising it up and gently kissing it.

“I am my Lady.” He said looking up into her eyes. It was the first time he had saw her face. Her eyes were emeralds wreathed in wavy blonde-red locks. Her face was in a unreadable blank expression. Though prominently around her neck was his first gift. Under it was an vibrant green dress. Varbuk was touched on how she wore his gifts and amazed at how beautiful she looked in them.

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Ashlynn felt the eyes of everyone on her. She had decided that if they were going to be rid of her then she was going to go out looking badass. Before she saw him she could feel Varbuk’s stride ponding on floor. She didn’t bother to raise her eyes to meet his. She could tell he was tall. His outfit was simple and unfancy. Cloth shirt and trousers with a leather belt free of weapons. When he bent down to kiss her hand she got to see his face. His hair seemed longer than hers, the shining black dreadlocks tied back behind him. A short chin strap beard warped around his face. His two white tusks popped against his summer leaf green skin. They meet eyes and his eyes were a warm amber. She had to admit he was handsome he seemed rugged and worldly. Ashlynn was jealous of that freedom to explore.

More footsteps came hurtling towards the pair, theses were much lighter.

“Ashlynn what are you wearing!?” Ah her father was here. She turned to the thin duke to speak but Varbuk’s booming voice beat her to the punch.

“Gifts I sent her doesn’t she look magnificent in them.” She saw the struggle play out across the long face of her father. He needed to play nice with the orc but really thought she shouldn’t be wearing such ghastly garb. Diplomacy won out in the end as he weakly gave a, “Yes.”

The Duke slunked back to the large dining table and sat at it’s head and called for dinner. Varbuk stuck out an elbow, inviting Ashlynn to take hold. She took him up on the offer. As they walk she could still feel the glares of disgust and hate but she didn’t care. They always cast her as the villain so she was going to live up to expectations. Varbuk arm was thick and muscled, in fact most of him was. He stood a foot taller than everyone here and towered almost two feet taller than her. There was two other orcs here one older man and a woman. Both were huge in their own right. Valbuk must have noticed her looking and said,

“That’s my father and mother.”

“Oh that’s nice they came out with you” Ashlynn said trying to make small talk.

“They want to make sure that this peace goes well.”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

“Yeah I suppose so,” he chuckled. She could feel his voice pull from deep in his chest.

“But do you?” Valbuk continued.

“Do I what?”

“Want this peace to go well?”

“Of course I do. Our people need peace.”

“Yes but do you want this? Want to marry an orc for the sake of your people?” No obviously not that was her answer, right? Why did that answer seem so far away. Like getting all these orcish gifts on made her forget that answer in her room.

“I, uh …” was a she got out before they were at the table being interrupted.

“Ah the lovely couple please take a seat.” A servant pointing to their chairs at the table. Varbuk pulled out one for her. She sat in it as let Varbuk push her in. He took the seat right next to her, smiling that warm smile of his.

The rest of the court and guests took their places. Valbuk, and Ashlynn sat at the end near her father. Valbuks parents on the other side situated between her brothers. The Duke stood and made a speech about peace and the coming together of stuff but he was using his boring voice so Ashlynn paid little attention. Everyone seemed enraptured by the speech though. She keep glancing at Varbuk, his question still lingering in her mind. Did she still want to run from this orc? He had been nothing but kind and generous with her. The stories she heard wrong on everything except their skin tone. Her mind was storming with these questions when on one her glances she saw something. It was a raised dagger behind Valbuk’s back. Something awful dripping off the blade.

“WATCH OUT!” She shouted. Without a thought she grabbed the servants wrist trying to hold back the blade. The man was stronger then her but she had bought Varbuk enough time. His much stronger hands grabbed the servant and lifted him up like he was nothing. He stood up then he tossed the would be assassin like a rag doll across the room. The deadly blade landing near Ashlynn’s feet. A similar struggle played out at the other end of the table as Varbuk’s parents easily fended off Ashlynn’s brothers. During this the Duke had made a break for it. He called out as he ran for the guards. Ashlynn knew this was going to be trouble.

She grabbed Varbuk’s hand,

“This way!” She pulled him behind her as she ran. She knew these hall all too well. With a glance back she saw all three orcs on her tail. She was running on autopilot as she dodged though hall after hall. Down one way, left here, right there. Her nerves were tingling then she came to when she was running to. She released Varbuk’s hand then set to work on the wall.

“What in the Nine hells just happened!?” Varbuk said gasping for air. Ashlynn had a good idea what happened.

“My father just tried to cut the head off the snake.”

“What!?” said the older man almost shouting.

“It’s an old technique where you lure an enemy leader under peace terms then kill him and scatter the remaining army.” She kept scanning the stone bricks of the wall.

“Ashlynn your foot” Varbuk said solemnly

“What about it?”

“It’s bleeding.”

She looked down and saw a dark stain on her foot. Then it hit her, the dagger the servant had must have fallen on to her foot then to the ground. She hadn’t even noticed. She looked back at the wall with renewed fear. She found what she was looking for. A brick marked with a bird carving. She pressed it and the wall shook as the secret passage way opened up.

“This leads to a the stables at the edge of the city. We need to move quic-” she was light headed and then stinging in her feet was getting worse. Then she fell but she was caught in Valbuk’s arms. He lifted her up and carried her bridal style.

“It’s going to be ok we’re going to get out of here.” Varbuk voice cooed at the weak Noble in his arms. Then she blacked out.

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Orc boy dream...

So I had the most amazing dream last night/this morning. Modern day setting, I walk out of an office building at lunch time and up the street I see this big beautiful gruff looking orc boy walking through the press of commuters ahead of me. He’s really beautiful, with massive shoulders, pale green skin, huge tusks, dark hair braided back over the centre of his head with shaved sides, and a couple of piercings in his ears. He’s wearing a nice shirt, and perfectly fitting suit trousers… 

At his side is this creature a bit like a gargoyle, on all fours, and it’s on a leash. Turns out orc boy has a vision impairment, and the gargoyle (it looked just like Bronx from Gargoyles if you know that show…!) is his freaking assistance gargoyle. 

I now really really want to write a story about this orc boy that my subconscious came up with in the wee small hours of the morning. Anyone else keen?

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Male orc x reader (sfw)

(Gorgeous submission from @theladypirate​! Thank you!!)

You always do such lovely drabbles so here have one inspired by the ones you’ve been doing. Male orc × no gender specified reader modern fantasy blend.

It had started off as a mutually beneficial arrangement. Corgak Spinebreaker was technically a citizen, having been born here, but his mother was a notorious criminal from a rival city-state, and in order for him to run his shop (a bakery, his dream, he had told you, earnest in a way that had taken you off gaurd), he needed to seem legit in the eyes of the community. You, as the offspring of a prestigious city councilman, needed to throw all the social ladder climbing suitors hounding you off your scent, to avoid the dangers of the treacherous political landscape. You could play the part of vacant, spoiled firstborn perfectly, but all you really wanted was to live a quiet life. Not in the cards, as they say, not for you, but at the very least you could control this aspect of your life.

Corgak being an orc made things a little trickier than you’d like, this being a largely human city, but you’ve always been clever.

You’d run into him one night after ditching a charity ball to go to your favorite dive bar. There you stood, barefoot, holding your uncomfortable shoes in one hand and your designer coat flung carelessly on a nearby bench, at 2am, in the rain, feeling maudlin and vaguely lost, (and DEFINITELY tipsy) when you were suddenly yanked backward with a startled squawk. Before you could (clumsily) attempt to defend yourself, there was a crash and where you had been standing, the wreckage of an unmanned cart.

“Are you deaf, for fuck’s sake I was shouting loud enough to wake the dead!”

You blinked up… and saw the voice had an owner. A tall, well muscled, green owner. With a cracked tusk and long bedraggled hair, soaked by the rain, and the most startling golden eyes you’d ever seen. He was holding your shoulders and scowling down at you and you realized, belatedly, that he had pulled you out of the way.

“…oops” was your intelligent response.

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Keep reading

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Hi Maggie! I really loved the Declan short- it's interesting to see him as a kid worried and conflicted about his little brother rather than the Declan we saw in the books, but it still reads like him. I was wondering if there's somewhere all the shorts from previous years are compiled so I could read them? Thanks!

Dear tessicatheturtle,

Erm, lemme look.

Oh, sure. Here’s the teeny tiny 300 Fox Way one. Here’s the teeny Gansey one. And here’s the somewhat less teeny Declan one. Oh, right, and here’s the much longer Opal one.

urs,

Stiefvater

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Are These Filter Words Weakening Your Story?

After putting my writing on hold for several weeks, I decided to jump back in. I expected to find all sorts of problems with my story–inconsistencies in the plot, lack of transitions, poor characterization–the works. But what began to stick out to me was something to which I’d given little thought in writing.

Filter words.

What are Filter Words?

Actually, I didn’t even know these insidious creatures had a name until I started combing the internet for info.

Filter words are those that unnecessarily filter the reader’s experience through a character’s point of view. Dark Angel’s Blog says:

“Filtering” is when you place a character between the detail you want to present and the reader. The term was started by Janet Burroway in her book On Writing.

In terms of example, you should watch out for:

To see

To hear

To think

To touch

To wonder

To realize

To watch

To look

To seem

To feel (or feel like)

Can

To decide

To sound (or sound like)

To know

I’m being honest when I say my manuscript is filled with these words, and the majority of them need to be edited out.

What do Filter Words Look Like?

Let’s imagine a character in your novel is walking down a street during peak hour.

You might, for example, write:

Sarah felt a sinking feeling as she realized she’d forgotten her purse back at the cafe across the street. She saw cars filing past, their bumpers end-to-end. She heard the impatient honk of horns and wondered how she could quickly cross the busy road before someone took off with her bag. But the traffic seemed impenetrable, and she decided to run to the intersection at the end of the block.

Eliminating the bolded words removes the filters that distances us, the readers, from this character’s experience:

Sarah’s stomach sank. Her purse—she’d forgotten it back at the cafe across the street. Cars filed past, their bumpers end-to-end. Horns honked impatiently. Could she make it across the road before someone took off with her bag? She ran past the impenetrable stream of traffic, toward the intersection at the end of the block.

Are Filter Words Ever Acceptable?

Of course, there are usually exceptions to every rule.

Just because filter words tend to be weak doesn’t mean they never have a place in our writing. Sometimes they are helpful and even necessary.

Susan Dennard of Let The Words Flow writes that we should use filter words when they are critical to the meaning of the sentence.

If there’s no better way to phrase something than to use a filter word, then it’s probably okay to do so.

Want to know more?

Read these other helpful articles on filter words and more great writing tips:

Filter Words and Distancing Point of View

The Reasons Editors reject Manuscripts

Filter Those words and Strengthen Your Writing

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Eyes, Skin, Face, Hair, Build: Character physical descriptions.

Eyes – General

large, small, narrow

sharp, squinty, round

wide-set, close-set, deep-set

sunken, bulging, protruding

wide, hooded, heavy-lidded

bright, sparkling, glittering

flecked, dull, bleary

rheumy, cloudy, red-rimmed

beady, birdlike cat-like

jewel-like, steely, hard

fringed with long lashes, with sweeping eyelashes, with thick eyelashes

Eyes – Color

chestnut, chocolate brown, cocoa brown

coffee brown, mocha, mahogany

sepia, sienna brown, mink brown

copper, amber, cognac

whiskey, brandy, honey

tawny, topaz, hazel, obsidian

onyx, coal, raven, midnight, sky blue, sunny blue

cornflower blue, steel blue, ice blue

Arctic blue, glacial blue, crystal blue

cerulean, electric blue, azure

lake blue, aquamarine, turquoise

denim blue, slate blue / slate gray, storm blue / storm gray

silver / silver gray, chrome, platinum, pewter

smoky gray, ash gray, concrete gray, dove gray

shark gray, fog gray, gunmetal gray, olive

emerald, leaf green, moss green

Eyebrows

arched, straight, plucked, sparse

trim, dark, faint, thin, thick, unruly

bushy, heavy

Skin – Color

amber, bronze, cinnamon

copper, dark brown, deep brown

ebony, honey, golden

pale, pallid, pasty

fair, light, cream / creamy

alabaster, ivory, bisque

milk, porcelain, chalky

sallow, olive, peach

rose / rosy, ruddy, florid

russet, tawny, fawn

Skin – General

lined, wrinkled, seamed

leathery, sagging, drooping

loose, clear, smooth

silken, satiny, dry

flaky, scaly, delicate

thin, translucent, luminescent

baby-soft, flawless, poreless

with large pores, glowing, dewy

dull, velvety, fuzzy

rough, uneven, mottled

dimpled, doughy, firm

freckled, pimply, pockmarked

blemished, pitted, scarred

bruised, veined, scratched

sunburned, weather-beaten, raw

tattooed

Face – Structure

square, round, oblong

oval, elongated, narrow

heart-shaped, catlike, wolfish

high forehead, broad forehea, prominent brow ridge

protruding brow bone, sharp cheekbones, high cheekbones

angular cheekbones, hollow cheeks, square jaw

chiseled, sculpted, craggy

soft, jowly, jutting chin

pointed chin, weak chin, receding chin

double chin, cleft chin, dimple in chin

visible Adam’s apple

Nose

snub, dainty, button

turned-up, long, broad

thin, straight, pointed

crooked, aquiline, Roman

bulbous, flared, hawk, strong

Mouth/Lips

thin, narrow, full

lush, Cupid’s bow, rosebud

dry, cracked, chapped

moist, glossy, straight teeth

gap between teeth, gleaming white teeth, overbite

underbite

Facial Hair 

clean-shaven

smooth-shaven

beard

neckbeard

goatee

moustache

sideburns

mutton-chop sideburns

stubble

a few days’ growth of beard

five o’ clock shadow

Hair – General

I threw a few hairstyles in here, though not many.

long, short, shoulder-length

loose, limp, dull

shiny, glossy, sleek

smooth, luminous, lustrous, spiky

stringy, shaggy, tangled

messy, tousled, windblown

unkempt, bedhead, straggly

neatly combed, parted, slicked down / slicked back

cropped, clipped, buzzed / buzz cut

crewcut, bob, mullet

curly, bushy, frizzy

wavy, straight, lanky

dry, oily, greasy

layers, corkscrews, spirals

ringlets, braids, widow’s peak

bald, shaved, comb-over, afro

thick, luxuriant, voluminous

full, wild, untamed

bouncy, wispy, fine, thinning

Hair – Color

black, blue-black, jet black

raven, ebony, inky black

midnight, sable, salt and pepper

silver / silver gray, charcoal gray, steel gray

white, snow-white, brown

brunette, chocolate brown, coffee brown

ash brown, brown sugar, nut brown

caramel, tawny brown, toffee brown

red, ginger, auburn, Titian-haired

copper, strawberry blonde, butterscotch

honey, wheat, blonde

golden, sandy blond, flaxen

fair-haired, bleached, platinum

Body Type – General

tall, average height, short

petite, tiny, compact

big, large, burly

beefy, bulky, brawny

barrel-chested, heavy / heavy-set, fat

overweight, obese, flabby

chunky, chubby, pudgy

pot-bellied, portly thick

stout, lush, plush

full-figured, ample, rounded

generous, voluptuous, curvy

hourglass, plump, leggy / long-legged

gangling, lanky, coltish

lissome, willowy, lithe

lean, slim, slender

trim, thin, skinny

emaciated, gaunt, bony

spare, solid, stocky

wiry, rangy, sinewy

stringy, ropy

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me, starting a multichap with only the tiniest bit of planning: what could go wrong

me, three weeks later: where’s the plot

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Black Sheep Moments: Consideration

      Anatoly’s Harley rumbles underneath him as he waits at a stoplight, the streets like a ghost town and the overhead light struggling to do its job. His mind would not shut down, no matter how many times he blasted music or worked the heavy bag, so his agitation has sent him to the streets, wandering without purpose. So, he decides to sit back on his motorcycle and whip out his phone to do what he loves to do.

      Annoy people.

      The first person to message him back is Ada, but only to tell him that she’s busy helping Ms. Tully with their masquerade outfits. She asks if he wanted to come over and help out, he didn’t feel like being neck deep in tool and gold leaflet, so he wished her luck and moved on to the next reply.

      Trea didn’t respond which meant he was either asleep or at the college gym working on his game. His sleep schedule was a toss-up; he’s always valued his sleep and keeping himself healthy but when it comes to basketball and his game, he will do whatever it takes to improve and perfect it. Anatoly never really understood his insane worship of the sport, but he can admire his persistence.

      He texted Sergei, but he was busy with meetings for the bookshop.

      He offered to cancel the next two meetings so he could spend time with him; however, he refused profusely and told him to quit slacking off. Anatoly didn’t want his idiotic brain to get in anyone’s way and screw things up for them. Sergei and Dom have already put a lot off to help him out, and he hated himself for it.

      He didn’t particularly like relying on people so much.

      Just as he’s about to give up on contacting someone, he gets a reply from Erin, demanding that he either go back home or come over to his place. That was a little surprising; Anatoly didn’t expect Erin to be awake at such a late hour. With how chaotic his schedule is and how tired he always looks, he figured the kid worshipped sleep as much as he worshipped his god.

      Anatoly couldn’t help his demon smirk making its way onto his face as he revs up his motorcycle and takes off down the road. He pulls up to the apartment building behind the ancient church and finds Erin sitting in the doorway of the back door, one leg propped up and head resting on the frame. He doesn’t open his eyes even as Anatoly pulls up next to him.

      “Hope you’ve got booze and food,” Anatoly comments as he leans forward on his handlebars.

      “Got spaghetti and garlic bread upstairs.” Erin murmurs, voice sounding drained and stressed.

      Anatoly eyes him with clear suspicion. He’s never seen Erin so worn before; he’s always been one to conceal the stress and fatigue he carries and, he would never admit to anyone just how run down he actually is. So, seeing him openly show his exhaustion is fascinating and entertaining.

      Anatoly walks over to Erin and stands over him, each foot planted on either side of his legs, and leans against the door frame as he lights up a cigarette.

      “Now, what is so taxing that it has you openly and willingly showing your weakness?” He exhales a smoke from his nose. “Whatever it is can’t be that bad.”

      “Do you always dress like an 80’s rock star?” Erin diverts and Anatoly lets out a disappointed puff of smoke.

      Even when he’s blatantly not ok, he still tries to hide everything.

      Typical Erin.

      Getting tired of being outside, Anatoly holds his hand out to Erin and pulls him to his feet, noting the small scars on his palm.

      Anatoly has been to Erin’s apartment multiple times, but he still couldn’t get over how welcoming it felt despite its quaint size. Small plants hung by the old glass windows, blankets were spread over the couch, and small string of tea lights hang throughout. Candles light up the place, which is new to Anatoly, so he gives Erin a questioning brow raise.

      “The fuse for the lights is broken. So, until its fixed, candles are all we’ve got.” He gestures to Anatoly to remove his jacket and crinkles his noise once he sees that he’s shirtless and sweaty. “Can’t you behave like a normal person and not a madman?”

      He then proceeds to throw a towel at him and gesture to the bathroom.

      After taking a nice hot shower, Anatoly is surprised to find a pile of clean clothes waiting for him, especially since they’re Trea’s clothes.

      “He accidentally left them the last time he was here,” Erin calls from the living room, guessing his hesitance, then hands him a place of warm food after he changes.

      They sit on his couch and dig into their late-night meal in silence until it starts to get to Anatoly.“So, are you going to tell me what’s bothering you or are you going to be a stubborn ass like you always are?”

      The faint shift in Erin’s posture is all the answer he really needs.

      “The usual; I’ve got a big comic deadline around the corner and having Addey’s brother watching my every move doesn’t help when I’m trying to learn more about what the hell they’re up to.”

      That was a blatant lie and Anatoly was surprised that Erin would even consider that it would work on him.

      “Cut the utter horse shit, alright? I’m already agitated and don’t have the patience for you and your shit today. Got it?” Anatoly retorts before biting into his garlic bread with a loud crunch.

      Erin’s soft, fragile gaze meets Anatoly’s cold, fiery stare.

      “Kaphkan is dead.”

      Anatoly stares at the boy in front of him with a newfound lens. How something so small as the loss of a small animal shows Anatoly just how close Erin is to breaking down. How such a small event was the cause for him to stumble and break his mask.

      Truth be told, Anatoly can’t imagine all the horrors the boy sitting across from him as gone through, but the scars, both physical and metaphorical, and the haunted look hidden in his gaze gives some indication to how horrifying they were. Anatoly grew up loved and was cherished by everyone around him, and they kept him safe from anyone poking into his past, but Erin didn’t have that. Yes, he did have someone who looked out for him, but he was persecuted because there was no one to keep him safe.

      No, Anatoly truly couldn’t understand what Erin endured.

      But, in spite of that, Anatoly can understand the weight Erin feels, the crushing feeling of needing to be ok so other won’t worry about him. It’s a feeling Anatoly has lived with ever since he was young, and he knows what something like that can do to a person, especially to someone as soft-hearted as Erin. He’s watched people around him do bad things to themselves because of the weight, and he doesn’t want to see Erin follow in their footsteps.

      He places his feet in Erin’s lap, earning a raised eyebrow, and takes a big bite of pasta.

      “Quit showing weakness.”

      Anger sparks in Erin’s expression and Anatoly smirks in success.

      “Showing emotions other than arrogance and anger isn’t a weakness,” A smirk pulls at Erin’s mouth, “but I guess you wouldn’t understand that.”

      With a roll of his eyes, Anatoly chomps into a piece of garlic bread and sends a quick glare his way.

      They then sit in silence, candlelight illuminating emotions, enjoying one another’s company.

      Anatoly knew it was the right decision in coming over.

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Black Sheep Characters: Anatoly

Basic

First name: Anatoly

Surname: Monroe

Middle name: James

Nicknames: Tolya

Date of birth: December 13th    

Age: 20

Physical Appearance

Height: 6”2’

Weight:

Hair: Black, shaved.

Eyes: Sharp, intelligent, accusatory. Blue color.

Distinguishing facial features: Chiseled jaw, feline eyes.

Facial feature most prominent: Cheekbones.

Bodily feature most prominent: His muscles.

Skin: Pale, rough, scarred, and tattooed. Four black bands on each lower arm.

Hands: Strong, kind of boney, and scarred.

Scars: Left lower lip, right eyebrow, knuckles on both hands, long one on his right side by his hip.

Birthmarks: None.

Physical handicaps: None.

Type of clothes: All black, ripped jeans, wife beaters, combat boots.

How do they wear their clothes: Thrown on, kind of ruffled.

What are their feet like: Combat boots, work boots.

Race / Ethnicity: Caucasian, part Russian.

Personality

Words or phrases they overuse: He likes to say shitfuck a lot and when he wants to deflect a question, he shoots out random facts.

Optimistic or pessimistic: Very much pessimistic but will surprise people when he is optimistic.

Ever put on airs: No,

What makes them laugh out loud: When people surprise him in big ways. Other than that, he just smirks a lot.

Display affection: He’s not a touchy-feely kind of person so he will be touchy-feely with them.

Mental Handicaps: Depression and he runs away at the small sign someone is going to do him wrong or will do him wrong. This stems from his parents abandoning him.

Want to be seen by others: He doesn’t care about what other people think about him.

See themselves: A rebellious, tough young adult that doesn’t give two shits about much.

Seen by others: Dangerous, feral, looks for fights.

Strongest character trait: Moral character.

Weakest character trait: Runs at the moment he suspects someone is going to do him wrong.

Competitive: Only when it comes to racing.

Make snap judgments or take time to consider: Makes snap judgments but takes time to consider with serious details.

React to praise: A little boastful but brushes it off.

React to criticism: Completely ignores it like he didn’t even hear it or will flip them off.

Greatest fear: Learning about his parents and why they abandoned him.

Biggest secrets: He’s pretty open and doesn’t like to keep secrets, thinking that he’ll owe people if he does.

Their philosophy of life: Cigarettes, Vodka, and Ink.

Last time they cried: 12th birthday when he learned he was adopted by Dom and the Monroe family.

Haunts them: Who his parents are.

They stand up for: His friends, family, and the weaker.

Who they quote: George Orwell, himself, other obscure references.

Indoorsy or outdoorsy: A mix of both.

Sinful little habit: Picking fights, and a copious amount of Vodka.

Sense they most rely on: Smell.

They treat people better than them: He doesn’t let them see his insecurities and acts like he’s just like them.

They treat people worse than them: He doesn’t believe anyone his worse than him.

Quality they most value in a friend: Trust.

They consider an overrated virtue: Valiance.

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be: Nothing, he thinks he’s fucking perfect.

Obsession: Reading weird facts.

 Friends and Family

Family big or small: It’s about a medium size and the only real family members are Dom and Sergey.

Consist of: Dom, the father figure, Sergey, the brother, Jamison, the clown, and Rac, the stern.

Perception of family: Pretty bad but Dom and Sergey are slowly changing it.

Siblings: Sergey is his older adoptive brother.

Describe their best friend: Trea is always there for him and forces him to do things he would never admit.

Ideal best friend: Doesn’t really have one, they just have to be loyal and trustworthy.

Describe their other friends: Trea is really his only friend, he just plays nice with some other people.

Describe their acquaintances: He doesn’t like having acquaintances, “They can’t be trusted”.

Any pets: A 150lb German Sheppard named Saint.

 Past and Future

Like as a baby: Adventurous, faster learner than everyone else.

As a child: Rambunctious, trouble-maker.

Grow up rich or poor: In the middle, Dom owns his own tattoo parlor and Sergey owns his own bookstore.

Grow up nurtured or neglected: Very much nurtured but learning of being adopted made things harder for him.

Most offensive thing they ever said: He says a lot of random curse word sentences.

Greatest achievement: Admission to college.

First kiss like: Hasn’t had a serious one yet, only ones from when he was a kid and kisses either Dom or Sergey.

Worst thing they did to someone they loved: Nothing, he would never hurt someone who loved him because he cherishes them.

Ambitions: Get his license to become a tattoo artist.

Advice would they give their younger self: Nothing.

Smells that remind them of their childhood: Old and new books, cigarette smoke, warm dinners, and ink.

Childhood ambition: Grow up to become like Dom.

Best childhood memory: All the time he spent with Dom and Sergey.

Worst childhood memory: Learning he was adopted.

Imaginary childhood friend: A blob shadow that lurked under his bed and protected him from Mr. Sandman.

The last time they were crushed with disappointment: When he learned about the adoption.

Past act they are most ashamed of: None.

Past act they are most proud of: Getting into college.

Anyone ever saved their life: Sergey saved him when he was a kid from almost drowning in a pool.

Strongest childhood memory: Every Sunday him, Dom, and Sergey had picnics for lunch.

 Love

Believe in love at first sight: Hell no.

In a relationship: “With my hand” as he likes to say.

Behave in a relationship: He doesn’t really know how since he’s never had one.

Last have sex: Never.

Sort of sex they have done: None.

Ever been in love: Nope.

Ever had their heart broken: Not by a lover, when he learned he wasn’t Dom’s real kid and Sergey ’s biological brother.

 Conflict

Respond to a threat: With fists and cutting words.

Most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue: Both, his tongue while using his fists.

Kryptonite: Trea and family.

Could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be: His sketchbook.

Perceive strangers: Cautiously and like they’re dangerous.

Love to hate: Everyone and everything.

Phobias: Heights.

Choice of weapon: Brass knuckles, karambit.

Person do they most despise: His parents.

Ever been bullied or teased: Once, he beat those kids up.

Go when they’re angry: He drives around on his bike, usually at night or will sit in the tattoo shop just watching everyone.

Enemies: Calvin Goose and his two friends.

Why: They get into fights all the time.

 Work, Education, and Hobbies

Think about their current job: He loves it; he works at the front desk of Sergey’s bookstore.

Hobbies: Drawing, fighting, basketball, reading.

Educational background: Graduated high school and is attending college.

Work experience/occupation: Bookstore and sometimes the front desk at the tattoo parlor.

 Favorites

Favorite animal: German Sheppard.

Animal they dislike the most: Cockroaches.

Place they would most like to visit: Russia or Ireland.

Most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen:     Falling Haven Sunrises.

Favorite song: A lot of rock and dubstep.

Music, art, reading preferred:

Favorite color: White.

Password: NumbNuts666

Favorite food: Pizza.

Favorite work of art: Anything Dom creates.

Favorite artist: Dom and Sergey.

Favorite day of the week: Saturday.

 Possessions

In their fridge: Everyday things.

On their bedside table: Phone,     keys, clock, lamp.

In their car: He drives a     motorcycle.

In their purse or wallet: Debit card, credit card, and a few other things.

In their pockets: Phone, keys, cigarettes, lighter, wallet.

Most treasured possession: Saint and his adoption papers.

 Spirituality

Character’s guardian angel: Sam Cassian.

Believe in the afterlife: Agnostic.

They think of religion: “You do you, I don’t care”.

What they think heaven is: A boring place for losers.

They think hell is: A place he ’s probably going.

Superstitious: He lives in a town mostly populated by Supernatural beings.

Like to be reincarnated as: A dog.

Like to die: In no pain.

Character’s spirit animal: A guard dog.

 Values

Worst thing that can be done to a     person: Break their mind and will.

View of ‘freedom’: Doing whatever he wants that’s somewhat within the law.

Last lie: He lied to Trea about getting along with Ada and Erin.

View of lying: Do it only when necessary or if to deflect a situation.

Last make a promise: To Trea, promising that he won’t lie to himself.

Keep or break their last promise: Oh, definitely break.

 Daily life

Eating habits: He eats whatever he wants.

Any allergies: Normal allergies.

Describe their home: He and his family live in the apartment above the tattoo shop.

Minimalist or a clutter hoarder: Everything is clean except for his studio, which is a complete disaster.

Do first thing on a weekday morning: Shower before either going to school or work.

Do on a Sunday afternoon: Usually playing basketball with Trea or lounging at the tattoo shop.

Do on a Friday night: Out roaming the streets, either people watching or looking for a fight.

Soft drink of choice: Root Beer.

Alcoholic drink of choice: Vodka.

 Miscellaneous

Character archetype: Rebel.

Their hero: Dom, and later on, Erin.

Dress up as for Halloween: Original Mad Max or the Trapper from Dead by Daylight.

Comfortable with technology: Yes, but not a guru.

Could save one person: Probably Erin, since that’s what he tries to do.

Call one person for help: Dom.

Favorite proverb: Doesn’t have one.

Greatest extravagance: His motorcycle.

Greatest regret: Doesn’t have any.

Perception of redemption: Hates the idea.

Won the lottery: He wouldn’t do anything differently, probably donate it.

Favorite fairytale: Dracula, even though it’s not a fairy tale.

Fairytale they hate: Anyone with a happy ending.

Believe in happy endings: No, he despises them.

Their idea of perfect happiness: Doesn’t believe in it.

Ask a fortune teller: Is David Bowie jamming it up with Michael Jackson in heaven?

Could travel through time: He’d go to ancient Rome to watch the Colosseum fights.

Sport they excel at: Basketball and MMA.

Sport they suck at: Soccer.

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WHY CAN’T I GET PAST A SINGLE FUCKING SENTENCE! I’VE BEEN SITTING AT MY COMPUTER FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS, STARING AT A WORD DOCUMENT, AND MY BRAIN CAN’T EVEN BEGIN TO FUNCTION EVEN THOUGH I ALREADY HAVE THE WHOLE FUCKING BOOK LAID OUT AND EVEN HAVE THE FIRST THREE CHAPTERS PLANNED OUT!

(As you can see, I’m struggling)

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Me, an author: I’ve got this great story planned out! I should start writing it out!

*Two hours later*

Me: *staring at five words* Yeap! That’s enough for today!