#Worldbuilding and character dynamics

[theoriesofashes]

The Theory of Pride: Chapter one

Figured it’d be fun to post my progress on my book here. Probably post a chapter whenever I have one ready or whenever I feel like it’s ready. depending on engagement I may or may not post more frequently

warnings: these are adults. They like cursing. Be warned.

“C’mon! We gotta get there early or we’ll miss out on the good stuff!” Chris rushed ahead, gesturing for the others to join him as he ran towards the Central market ward, the heart of the Rebirth Festival.

The streets were already bustling, full of vendors, performers, and people. The air smelled of pumpkin spice with hints of campfire. Red, orange, and gold flowers, stalls, and paint plastered the square. It was so vibrant, it was different from his home in the fact it was just so full of life. Of laughter, of warmth. He ran to the nearest stall, ordering 5 apple ciders and turning to look for his friends.

Tony was right by him, already offering out gold to split the cost of the ciders, eyes full of the same warmth within his smile. The golden hour backlight painted him as an angel, not a man, the golden undertones of his rich, warm tawny brown skin, and made his eyes look like shining ambers, instead of the usual dark brown. He looked up towards the vender, chestnut brown hair falling in waves to his shoulders as his head tilted up.

“Could you add on a jar of apple butter to that?” His even voice could put sugar to shame with its sweetness

“Aw, you shouldn’t of,” Chris poked him in the side, taking the ciders(And stashing the apple butter in his bag) before looking for his other companions in the crowd.

At the sight of auburn hair and the clack of a cane, Chris noticed Wilbur walk towards them, leaning slightly on his cane, and came a familiar voice.

“Is that nonalcoholic?” The tiefling stepped up beside him, taking one of the glasses.

“Oh, of course, who do you take me for? Brandon?” Chris teased, knowing his companion could most likely hear him.

Wilbur snorted, taking a sip of the cider. He glanced around the square, his one good eye flicking over everyone there, but eventually settled on his glass. He held it in one gloved hand, and the other gripped his cane, bracing him. An accident from a few years prior didn’t heal properly, and left him with a limp and chronic pain. Probably not the only thing from his past that haunted him, implied by the bags under his eyes, the disheveled messiness to his long hair, and the severe burn covering half his face and rendering him blind in one eye. Wilbur, as carefully as a man with hand tremors could, drunk the cider so it wouldn’t spill on his well maintained beard.

Brandon appeared next, frowning at the nonalcoholic drink but shrugging and drinking it. His sun kissed brown skin had freckles littered all over like how the stars littered the night sky. His eyes were a beautiful foresty green, and his hair a brilliant golden blonde.

“It’s like y’all hate me,” Brandon groaned dramatically, “Did you hear there’s a hayride? They’re telling spooky stories!”

“Are they you level or Wil level?” The final present member of their team, Circe, appeared, taking her cider.

Her braided hair fell just past her shoulders, beaded at the ends, a wonderfully rich dark green color. It added to the coolness of her skin, like the forest green scales under her eyes, on her nose, on her ears, shoulders, and back of the hands. The top of her tail had the same forest green scales, while the bottom had a muted yellow color, her tail, which was batting at Wilbur’s tail.

“You were talking about a hayride?” Circe looked down at the smaller figure, who was silently fuming. 

“You’re not invited anymore,” Brandon crossed his arms, lightly kicking Circe in the shin.

“I’m sorry Brandon, your horror stories really just don’t compare to Wilbur’s,” Circe laughed, more amused then upset about Brandon’s statement.

Brandon looked up at Wilbur, expecting him to disagree, but Wilbur stared at his cider glass, as if willing more to appear.

“Oh fuck you,” Brandon grumbled up at the taller man.

“Huh?” Wilbur snapped to attention, looking downwards at Brandon, “Sorry, I was…elsewhere. What were you asking?”

“Are my scary stories really that bad? Circe said they’re terrible,” Brandon stepped in front of Wilbur and crossed his arms.

“No I didn’t! I just said they didn’t compare to Wilbur’s!” Circe objected, looking to Tony and Chris for confirmation.

“It was implied,” Tony tapped his chin, “at least that’s how I saw it.”

“Oh don’t give Brandon a hard time, his stories are quite charming. Not every scary story needs to give you nightmares, Cici.” Wilbur teased, giving Brandon a gold to buy another cider.

“You’re too nice, Wil. His stories wouldn’t scare a child,” Circe muttered as Brandon skipped away to grab that extra cider.

“So? He enjoys telling them. And I don’t see you volunteering in the lineup,” Wilbur pointed out, “look, even Chris’ stories are scarier, but I appreciate the enthusiasm from Brandon.”

“Softie,” Circe laughed, reaching up to pinch his non-burned cheek “You’re a softie.”

“I’m not,” Wilbur leaned down so she didn’t have to stand on her tiptoes.

Chris chose not to point out the hypocrisy, but Tony snorted. Wilbur raised an eyebrow at him, then waved Circe off. He stood up fully as Brandon came back.

“I saw some carnival games too, scams, obviously, but might be fun to beat them at their own games,” Brandon nudged Wilbur “There was an axe tossing one.”

“Oh, really?” Wilbur put his hands in his pockets “Isn’t that Interesting?”

Chris could almost see the gears turning in his head as a small grin crossed his face. Wilbur’s ears perked up slightly and his tail started to swish back and forth. Brandon poked his arm, and Wilbur blinked, tail halting. He looked down at the half-elf beside him, a curious look in his eyes. Brandon took out five gold, put it in Wilbur’s hand, and closed his hand around it.

“My treat. Go play a few games,” Brandon patted Wilbur’s arm and turned back to frown at Circes shocked expression “What? I can be nice! He bought me a drink!”

“Thank you, Brandon,” Wilbur shot Circe a pointed look, then looked towards the others “Want to beat some scammers at their own game?”

“Oh absolutely I do,” Brandon smirked, flipped his hair “I’m especially good at those archery games. I expect a profit, a product of fluffy goods called stuffed animals. I must add to my horde.”

“Your horde? You have a horde of stuffed animals?” Tony raised an eyebrow, putting a hand on his chin, “Now that I think of it, though…”

“I have an army, 37 units strong!” Brandon proclaimed dramatically, and threw an arm around Wilbur’s shoulders “Wilbur’s my second in command!”

Brandons height made it hard for his arm to actually be around his shoulders, so Wilbur leaned down.

“Yes. Fear our wrath, for once we turn it upon you, you’re sure to be dead,” Wilbur tried to make his tone dramatic, not to much success, but Chris and Brandon(probably) appreciated the effort 

“Remind me not to get on either of your bad sides, I don’t have time in my schedule for being pelted by stuffed animals,” Chris pulled out his planner, which was completely empty “See, I’m booked.”

“We’ll make time. Don’t worry, we’ll find you,” Brandon jokingly threatened “and those carnival games! Cmon, let’s go!” 

Brandon and Wilbur took the lead on this one, Brandon pulling Wilbur by the arm lightly to guide him, but not too much to make him stumble over his cane. Chris heard the game tents before he saw them, by the challenges being yelled out and the sound of the games. He followed Wilbur as the tiefling ran over to the axe tossing game. Chris looked over the prizes. Stuffed animals of all sorts. Lions, monkeys, wolves- he spotted a oversized shark plush. He tugged on Wilburs sleeve, pointing to the plush once Wilbur turned his attention to him.

“Oh, you want that one?” Wilbur looked over to the attendant “How much for a game, and what do I need to do to get the shark plush?”

“Hm, for you handsome? A gold. Get 50 points,” the attendant, a elven woman leaned over the counter, holding out her hand.

Chris looked over at the boards. Bullseye- 100 points, close to bullseye- 75 points, middle- 50 points, outside- 25 points. Wilbur handed her a gold, and she put a hand axe down on the bar in front of him. He tested the heft of the hand axe, and Chris noticed his eyes slightly narrow. He tossed it up, caught it, and nodded. He looked over at the boards, took a second to analyze, and threw the handaxe.

It hit dead center, Chris whooped, hugging Wilbur. Wilbur glanced down at him, an almost confused expression on his face, before turning back to the attendant.

“Well… one shark plush as requested,” her fellow attendant started working on getting the plush down “I Should’ve expected no less from a man like you.” 

“…Elaborate, please?” Wilbur crossed his arms, and the exhaustion in his face was mirrored in his voice.

Wilbur often got compliments or flirted with in public, something Chris knew well after working with him for a while. And if Chris had more courage, he’d flirt with the man too. Chris swore everyone saw the rugged beauty to Wilbur’s appearance besides Wilbur.

“You’re… i-uh,” the woman stumbled over her words.

“Mhm?” He raised his eyebrow, taking the shark plus as the other attendant handed it over. 

Wilbur offered the plush to Chris as the woman sputtered, and Chris happily took it. 

“You don’t want anything?” Chris tilted his head, holding the plush.

“No, I’m quite alright. Let’s go find the others. We’ve let Tony supervise Brandon and Cici for long enough,” he turned to the side, lighting a cigarette “besides, you need to show Tony what you won.”

“But I didn’t- Wilbur!” Chris speedwalked after Wilbur as he started walking “Tell me you’re not gonna tell Tony I won this!”

“You won the right to a gift, didn’t you?” Wilbur teased, putting the cigarette to his mouth “so, technically speaking-”

“Oh, stop it!” Chris lightly smacked his arm, drawing a chuckle from Wilbur.

He heard Wilbur exhale, and sigh.

“Is something the matter, Aleks?” Chris moved to Wilbur’s seeing side, to look at his expression.

Ah. Spacing out again, eye blinking, really only moving on autopilot. A somewhat common occurrence with him. His right hand idly tapped his left arm, holding his cigarette in his left. Chris grabbed his arm, helping guide him through the crowd. He noticed a seating area and guided Wilbur over there. The noise died down slightly over there, and the smell turned more towards food. Roast pork, ribs, lamb, deep fried something. He sat Wilbur down and looked around. There were a few barbecue stalls, Ufisi food, dessert stalls, Chris also noticed an Alac food stall.

“You hungry Wilbur?” He looked towards Wilbur.

His eye seemed more aware, and his hand had stopped tapping. 

“Oh, not really, I’m okay,” Wilbur smiled weakly, looking around with a slightly confused expression “when did…”

“Just a second ago. You feeling alright?” Chris sat down beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, sorry,” he snuffed his cigarette, then incinerated the whole thing.

“And I’m calling bullshit on the food, I haven’t seen you eat today,” Chris frowned, grabbing his arm “I’m buying you food. No argument, jackass.”

Wilbur sighed, and Chris pulled him up, walking towards the stalls.

“What’re you in the mood for? Ufisi? Barbecue? I think there’s an Alac stall somewhere, I know you’ve been wanting to try shawarma.”

“Another time. Let’s go to a Ufisi place,” Wilbur shook his head “something comforting.”

“What do you want?” 

“Solyanka, if they have it. If they don’t, pirozhky or shashlyk is fine.”

Chris squinted at him, looking down at his notes, then at him.

“Spell those for me?” Chris took out a pen, releasing Wilbur.

“S-o-l-y-a-n-k- do you want me to order, Chris?” Wilbur tilted his head.

“…yes. What do you recommend for me?” 

“Hmm…Belyashi is good, so Is Golubtsy. I’d recommend shashlyk too,” Wilbur hummed, thinking “I think you’d be a fan of pelmeni too.”

“Yknow what, surprise me,” Chris crossed his arms, shrugging.

Wilbur and Chris stepped up to one of the Ufisi stalls. The menu had a version written in Ufisi and Valrenese. Chris could understand both, as he spoke both. 

“Evening, What can I get you?” The server took out a notebook.

“We’ll take Pirozhky and Belyashi, with pryaniki for something sweet,” Chris always loved Wilbur’s accent, but saying Ufisi words made it better.

“Coming right up. That’ll be seven gold,” the server wrote it down, then passed the slip to someone in the back.

Chris pulled out seven gold, handing it to the server.

“You from Ufisa?” The server turned to Wilbur “You sound northwestern.”

“Yeah. Born and raised. Came here for job opportunities. No insult or lost nostalgia to home, there just wasn’t shit up north,” Wilbur visibly relaxed, maybe just happy to talk to another Ufisi.

“A too common story. Councils draining us dry and with our farmland ruined, our people have been flocking to other countries. Not that Alacrai or Dai’sha are much better. Alacrai’s a mess of political corruption and rebellions, and Dai’shas elves are too much work to put up with,” the server frowned.

“Tell me about it,” Wilbur laughed, stroking his beard in thought “Valrena’s tolerable because of the Kings efforts, but I still miss home.”

“Home is where the heart is,” the server looked over his shoulder “Food’s about ready. For your information, we also have a shop in Kurik, about an hour from here.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Wilbur glanced over at Chris.

They were handed their food. Three boxes, colored all over with little doodles. They sat down where they had before, and Wilbur opened his own box. Inside were golden brown pillows of pastry. He offered one out to Chris. It smelled savory, with hints of garlic. 

“No tomatoes?” Chris checked in

“None,” Wilbur confirmed 

He bit into the pillow. Soft and savory- distinct hints of garlic and onion, snd the warmth of it spoke to its home cooked origins. 

“It’s better with the gravy, but that’s for mine,” Wilbur smirked, taking a bite out of one of his.

“You dick,” Chris lightly smacked his hand. 

Wilbur laughed, a warm sound- and a usual one. He tended to laugh at any joke that one of them made. Chris appreciated the effort.

He opened his own box- a similar pillowy type food, but with a window in the middle to the meat filling. On the side was a container of gravy.

“Ooh, I got some too!” Chris looked up at Wilbur.

“It’s good shit. Might be the nostalgia speaking, but my father used to make food like this all the time. I don’t get it a lot in Valrena,” Wilbur said between bites, an almost remorseful tone to his voice.

“Do you miss your father?” Chris tilted his head “I mean, I miss my parents, but I don’t have the best relationship with them.”

“I miss the man he was when I was younger,” he looked at his own food “When he loved my mother.”

Chris hummed. Opened his gravy, then dipped one of the pillows into it. Bit into it. It was a beef broth based gravy, and it was good. Flavorful and slightly spicy, and it paired well with the taste of the belyash. 

“Oh, that is good,” Chris took another bite “We need to get this again sometime.”

“They have a shop in Kurik.”

“I heard, I have ears, Wilbur.”

“No, really? I thought those things on the side of your head were for show.” Wilbur smirked, leaning back.

“Asshole.” Chris bit back teasingly.

“Jackass.”

Wilbur looked up a second before Chris heard footsteps. He turned. Circe, waving at them as she jogged over, followed by Brandon and Tony. 

“You guys got food?” She almost looked hurt.

“I was hungry,” Chris shrugged, halfway between bites. 

“And you?” She crossed her arms, looking at Wilbur.

“Chris was hungry. He said I needed to get food too,” he offered one to her “I’m not all that hungry, and they gave me double what I would’ve eaten.”

“Not hungry, I haven’t seen you eat anything all day!” Tony finally caught up, looking incredulous.

“Exactly what I said!” Chris crossed his arms after putting his food down.

Wilbur raised his hands defensively with a laugh.

“I have a slow metabolism,” he smiled like it wasn’t the biggest lie in the world.

Chris narrowed his eyes. Wilbur shot him a pleading look that lasted maybe a second. Nobody chose to press. 

“You have a shark,” Tony noted.

Chris blinked, then looked to the shark plush beside him.

“He won it,” Wilbur had this smirk on his face that made Chris want to punch him.

“No-“

“He won it, he’s just embarrassed,” Wilbur interrupted him.

“I’m going to punch you,” Chris grabbed his coat, which just made Wilbur laugh. 

Brandon held up a dog plush “Circe got this one for me. Said ‘it looked just like me.’”

His tired expression said it all. Chris snickered, releasing Wilbur. 

“I lost three times to a fishing game,” Tony looked embarrassed, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Oh Tony, it’s okay. We still love you,” Wilbur remarked teasingly “Here, have 10 gold. Go get yourself dinner.” 

“I won’t object to pity money,” Tony took the ten gold “I’m going to go get barbecue.”

“Ooh, me too!” Brandon ran ahead, and Tony ran to follow him. 

“I’m going to go get some Alac food, I’ll be back,” Circe jogged off to follow them.

“Oh, you ordered dessert, right?” Chris turned towards Wilbur.

Wilbur offered out the final box. Chris opened it up to find glazed cookie type things. He could smell a faint whiff of ginger. God, he loved ginger treats.

“Wait. Are these ginger treats?” Chris looked up at Wilbur with big eyes.

“I know you like them, so…” Wilbur extended his hand out.

“Oh, you sweetheart,” Chris took one.

Delightfully warm, and it tasted like fluffy gingerbread with vanilla frosting.

“I mean, you got food that I wanted,” Wilbur shrugged, nonchalant.

“We do not deserve you,” Chris laughed, taking another bite.

“You deserve better.”

“Not much better than you, Aleks,” Chris teased, playfully punching his arm. 

Wilbur smiled, a sad look in his eyes. Tony and Brandon returned, Tony with a pulled pork sandwich and fries and Brandon with just straight up brisket and cornbread. Tony started eating, watching Wilbur as he picked at his food.

“Ooh, can I have one?” Brandon peaked over the sweets.

Wilbur handed him one.

“Thanks Wil. Oh- did I tell you about that one time I bit a prison warden?” Brandon held onto Wilbur’s arm

“No, go ahead,” Wilburs definitely heard that one before. 

Chris’ brow furrowed in confusion. Tony, beside him, just finished with his sandwich leaned in.

“He’s too nice for his own good. He’s taking the fall so that we can chat,” Chris caught the humor in his voice.

“About what?” Chris raised a brow.

“The light show starts in five. Wanna go?” Tony held up two tickets.

“Absolutely!” Chris nodded, he finished his last belyash and got up.

Tony stood, offered out an arm that Chris gladly took. They started walking away from their companions while Brandon rambled on to Wilbur.

With the sky significantly darker then when they arrived, the festival became alight with activity. The number of people there nearly doubled, and Tony and Chris had to weave through crowds just to reach the area the light show was happening in.

“Who do you think is doing the show this year?” Chris leaned in as they got seated.

“Rumor says it’s the Princess,” Tony shrugged “but who knows?”

“Not the King?” Chris raised his brows

“Xitri’s ill. Caught the flu from his youngest son,” Tony hummed “but it is precedence that King or King’s heir does it. But it’s likely that Princess Lilith is going to do it since King Xitri and Prince Lucien are both ill. Princess Lauren already rejected the request, and Prince Luke isn’t a magician.”

“Hm. It’s strange that Xitri’s blood daughter isn’t the one inheriting the throne, nor his oldest adopted son,” Chris folded his arms “Especially since Lucien’s supposedly shown more interest in being a royal guard over a member of the royalty.”

Tony shrugged.

The stage lit up with purple light, cascading to pink at the bottom. They jumped towards the middle, where they formed a ball of rotating pink and purple light, before being thrown up into the air and bursting into an image of stars. Princess Lilith stepped up onto the stage, white hair tied up into a half and half ponytail. She raised her hands, and red, orange, and yellow  light shot up from the ground. She guided it around, showing pictures as she did. The creation of Valrena, which happened to coincide with the day that Seraph, the god of light, came back to life. The Rebirth Festival both served as Valrenas Birthday so to speak, and a congratulations to Seraph, for their renewed strength. 

The pictures shifted to important moments throughout Valrenese history. Rhaven inventing the calendar, the Building of Secorlux, The Valsayn Accords, Alacrai’s Revolution, and recently, King Xitri killing his father, allowing Valrena to be free from his tyranny. The crack on the throne from where Xitri stabbed his own father is a surprising popular tourist spot. The reforms, the Wars of Grain, and finally, the Three thousand, two hundred and Eighty fourth anniversary of Valrena’s existence. 

“Wow. Crazy to think what life might’ve been like three thousand years ago,” Chris tapped his chin “Sad, without you in it, I think.”

“I’m not that much, Chris,” Tony shook his head “Just a guy.”

Chris looked up at the clock tower. Fourteen Fifty Three.

“We should probably get back to the agency, Commander Rift wanted us back by One thirty,” Chris commented, standing.

“Fuck. You’re right, let’s go,” Tony groaned, standing up.

He offered an arm out to Tony, which the elf gladly took. They weaved through the crowds back towards the gates of Secorlux. The stars were admittedly easier to see outside of the city, since the bright streetlights no longer proved a hinderance. The Creators Nebula was visible tonight, due to the lack of crowds, as well as their moon. 

“Nice night huh?” Tony looked down at him, head tilted.

“Yeah,” Chris nodded, looking up.

It was a nice night. Exceptionally so.

[cubbihue]

*Hands you a free pass to draw something fun*

YAYY YIIPIEE!!!

tiny peri on the palm of someone's hand! be verrrrry careful with him!

[vigilskeep]

HARKER 🫵 what is your favourite part of dragon age lore to work into your characters

i have to pick ONE??

probably... and i hate picking just one... but probably magic. i’m super interested in what magic means culturally in this world and my characters tend to be very affected by magic even if they don’t have it themselves. most of the non-mages have mage family members. my main hawke keir, my templar inquisitor helena, and my dalish inquisitor nennaia find very different directions to base their entire little lives around having mage siblings. but there’s also characters like ylsi aeducan, my dwarven princess patron of science, and even though she’s always lived in orzammar i gave her plot about quietly housing apostates running from the chantry and wanting their knowledge and power for orzammar’s progress. i’ll always throw something in there. magic is cool!! and in a world like this you’re going to have a perspective on it and there’s a dozen interesting ways for your life to interact with it

religion is a runner-up. i’m always very interested in dragon age religion but somehow my characters tend to defy me and turn out atheists, or people who perform andrastianism without being particularly invested in it. ironically literally making them disobedient children of their maker. culture/nationality is always fun to work with that’s why it’s so nice to be able to make characters from different parts of a world

[shi-iro]

(gingerly taps mic) so like is there anyone out there who still likes voltron?

[icamefromadream]

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╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Racer AU (The thrill in trying to beat your competitors mixed with the love and laughter shared between them)

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╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Newly married couple but one of them is hiding a super dark secret.

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[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Asunder

slow-paced high fantasy

a woman who has a contract with an eldritch entity allowing her to see the dead & survives by taking various jobs

when a job searching for stranded smugglers in a cave goes wrong, she ends up with the soul of a dying stranger bound to her shadow

along with a scholar and her old childhood friend, they travel to his home country to find a way to unbind him and save them both

dark fantasy world with gods, demonic entities, arcane magic, and semi-sentient beasts used as transport

[creation-help]

Does your character keep (a) list(s) of other characters around them? Eg. Who is the most likely to betray them, most competent to least competent, who they should ask first for x or y, who they trust most to least, and other things like that

[oros-ash3s]

chat how to not go insane while worldbuilding

[riacte]

so hey guys i finished dungeon meshi yesterday and i'm still thinking about it

[un-pearable]

this may sound hypocritical given i am very much also a superhero fan . but i attribute everything i dislike about the (pre-Dragons Rising) Wildbrain era of Ninjago to the superhero-fication of the ninja. it started with the doom and gloom angle they took post movie but every issue i have with the flanderization of the show can be traced back to seeing the ninja as Marvel-esque superheroes (functioning as cops) rather than mythologic/prophecied folk heroes

[shoppinghauer]

"im a writer this is my ao3" yeah sure you are, buddy

[allay-j11no]

Ramshackle AU

This is gonna be a bit headcannon-ish TW: Mentions of Alcohol, Weed..

Stone: - Eldest (hes 17 in this AU) - Father-figure to Skipp and Vinnie - Came from a rich background - Ran away from his family at a young age (think 6-7) - In this AU he actually drinks but also drinks their version of monster (I find it funky hes allergic to monster) and smokes cigs, sometimes taking puffs off Allay's blunts. - Pebble, His (candy trip) black out drunk demon, still terrorizes him. - Knew Allay from childhood, they were neighbors - Since im guessing what time period this is, he was promised to Allay as a future husband, but the two never knew, being the goofy six year olds they were, promised under the giant oak tree when they were old enough they would marry. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Allay: - Second eldest, like two months younger then Stone - Mother-figure to Skipp and Vinnie - Also came from a rich background - Also drinks, doesnt smoke cigs, strongly against cigs, but all for pot, has 10 pre-rolls in her inside jacket pocket. - also ran away at a young age (6-7) - Really good with writing poetry - Still has the lil wooden ring Stone gave her. - Skipp call's her "mom" --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vinnie: - 3rd eldest (14 years old) - First child Stone and Allay adopted - Protective of Skipp - Never knew who her biological mother was - Since shes getting to that "I dont like my parents" phase, she acts like she hates Stone and Allay, but when she things everyone is asleep at nigh, she cuddles up to Stone, deep down she loves her two parental figures, she thinks shes keeping them safe this way - Always cheats in a game of cards with Skipp - Brought home a dog once, it became the family dog because stone said so - Enjoys terrorizing lil kids ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Skipp: - Youngest (12 years old) - Second adopted - Enjoys playing the violin Stone gave him (Stone is also teachin him to play it) - Allay found him when he was still a toddler - He's def a mama's boy - Sweetest kid ya could meet - His biological mom died of a disease - Cant sleep peacefully at night if Allay or Stone aint beside him ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

[bacchuschucklefuck]

the nsbu table is five DM pets and rekha shankar

[razzledazzletrassh]

no major fic updates just yet guys TAKE MY WOY OC I MADE LIKE. April of last year IM PLUGGING SOME INFO ABOUT THIS GUY IN THE TAGS.

I may also redesign her soon or something. Make her more bug-like with some stuff. I can cook guys let me cook !!!

[aroaessidhe]

2025 reads / storygraph

This Gilded Abyss

fantasy/thriller/romance, start of a series

gilded-age fantasy world where a rare magical substance is mined deep undersea

a sergeant struggling with grief and trauma of her best friend dying in a mine collapse, is asked by a young royal (…her ex girlfriend) to help her investigate a strange murder - on the luxury submersible heading exactly where she never wants to return to

when there’s another massacre, confirming their suspicions that it’s caused by an illness inducing a violence craze, they have to find a way to survive, trapped on the ship until it arrives at the undersea city