#and the curly hair is a personal preference. I like making his green streak look like a B for beans it’s funny

[fantasykiri5]

BEHOLD! Smallidarity

[aneenasevla]

Devil's Food - Chapter 22

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Chapter 22 - Happy Hour

“A toast!” Kanami raises her juice glass “to our personal successes!”

“Kampaaaaiii!” all the others toast. Ayami smiles. Kanami had made a promise to herself not to drink, so she was the only one who didn't have a bottle of beer in her hand.

It was an all girls' night, and Ayami had been asked out. Akito was thrilled, for the first time his sister was going out with friends, friends! Not just colleagues or acquaintances, but friends. He practically kicked her out of the house to go out, even though she said she had things to do, but he insisted.

“No, no, you have to live a little! It’s not just me who has to do something to improve my mood!” and that's how she ended up going. Okay, the girls themselves were also a big reason, they were nice.

In addition to Kanami, the muscular girl with short mocha hair and green eyes, there was also Tomori, one of the bakery's cooks, with hair slightly browner than Kanami, but well wavy and voluminous just below her shoulders, and eyes almost as big as Ayami's, but almond-shaped and lighter too. And finally, next to the two, was one she hadn't met yet, introduced as Akane, this one was really… unusual. She was practically made of rounded triangles: thin face, sharp almond-shaped eyes, long nose and small, full mouth with red striking lipstick, a very tanned skin, and a curly bleached blonde hair with stretched bangs over the eyebrows and, Ayami managed to to notice, some colored streaks in red, blue and pink, hidden in the nape of the neck. Unlike the other two, who were more comfortable attire, this girl had a rather unorthodox fashion sense: she wore a tight short black dress and a fuzzy red leopard-print coat, fishnets and huge high heels. She almost had “Gaudy” stamped on her forehead.

Contrasting with the flowing skirt and bare-shouldered shirt of Ayami, who wondered how the hell this girl managed to walk on those platforms.

“Yeeaaaa…” Tomori takes a good sip of her beer before lifting it in the air, with an expression of enormous satisfaction “Wow, there's nothing better than a cold beer after a hard week of work! That feeling of having earned it, you know?”

“I don't” Kanami jokes, showing her glass of juice, laughing when the first looks at her pouting. Akane laughs too.

“Well, you could have one with us, right?” the blonde says, drinking hers too, but more slowly.

“No, I promised myself I wouldn't drink alcohol anymore, it makes me sloppy but super aggressive, it's not a good combination. And someone has to be sober to take care of you assholes.”

“I feel a lot more protected that way, Butch, thanks.” Akane laughs, sipping some more.

“Butch?” Ayami asks, and the others pay attention to her.

“Ah yes, our newest friend, all shy there” Akane approaches her and hugs her on the shoulder, making the other cringe “is that our friend Kana there, she likes both sides, you know…?”

“Oh, I didn't know” Ayami smiles “good for you.”

Kanami blushes “yeah, I’m Bi… But relax, I'm committed. And Butch is for lesbians, Akane, you know the terms…”

“It's my nickname for you, girl, you should be used to it by now” Akane laughs “what about you, Aya? Hmm?” She shakes the girl a little, who blushes even more.

“I… I prefer men. But I have no prejudices…”

“Good thing you don't have prejudice, I was going to bite you!” Akane jokes “And good for you too, you're on my team and Tomo's” she points to her other friend with her head.

“Eh… okay” Ayami looks at Akane, still embarrassed “can you let me go?”

“Oh, sorry.” Akane smiles and hugs her a little more. As close as that Ayami noticed that she had a cleavage as big as hers “but I can't, I liked you, you're sooo good to hug…”

“Hey Flashy, please don't embarrass our new friend” Kanami scolds, and Akane shows her tongue “Akane…” the baker narrows her eyes in a warning tone.

“Ohhh, fiiiine…” she blurts out “sorry, Aya…”

“Don't be offended, Aya, this is Akane's way of showing that she likes someone” Tomori makes a gesture with the bottle as if to toast, smiling mischievously “Just be careful because the more she drinks, the more needy she gets, hahaha.”

“Noted” Ayami looks at Akane “eh… I imagine you all hang out very often…”

“Not at all! This is the second or third time just the three of us” Akane looks accusingly at Kanami “this Butch doesn't leave work if it's not to practice fighting, so much so that she has to be dragged by her boyfriend to have fun.”

“It's not exactly my fault, I have more to do!” Kanami grimaces “I have a business to manage…”

“Me too, Buchie” Akane rolls her eyes “And more than one, now that I'm a secretary where Lihito works. And I still find time for a beer with my friends.”

“Girls, please…” Ayami immediately calms everyone down, drinking some of her beer “We are all women, all busy with our personal and professional lives. If one decides to dedicate herself fully or another can do more than one thing at the same time, that's fine! I do my thing too, Tomori does hers. We all have priorities, that's all.” looks at Akane “tell me, Ms. Akane, Kanami is here today, isn't she?”

“…” Akane leaned back in her chair, she had straightened up without realizing it “yeah… She is.”

“And Kanami, I hope you enjoy our company, seize the day with us. You're a busy girl, I also am, but it was thanks to your dedication that you met all of us, so I'm grateful for that. Are you calmer, you two?”

“Yeah,” the two said in unison, averting their eyes.

“Sorry, Kana, I just miss you.”

“Yeah, I know, I'm a creature that likes what I do too much, I end up forgetting that I have a life, and you all.”

“Tomori, what do you think now?” Ayami smiles.

“Me? I think our group was really in need of a mediator with all this pep talk” She responds with a laugh; she looked sincerely impressed “But yeah, you're right. I partly agree with Akane because I miss Kana too when we go out without her, but I work with her and I know how hard is the work at the bakery is and requires dedication. I myself sometimes go days without going out with my boyfriend because I have accumulated work. That's why I appreciate moments like the one we're having now. So no bickering, you two” She asks her friends.

“Okay, sorry” Akane continues drinking “And I’m also glad, if Butchie had been drinking, I would have already been punched…”

“Hahahaha, very likely!” Kanami blushes, relaxing “but relax, I reserve my cutest punches for you, dolls.

“I wish I don't get punched, thanks” Ayami cringes.

“You who say that?” Kanami smiles, looking at the others “She looks like she doesn't, gals, but she practices Kendo. And very well. I've seen her taking one of those bokken and practicing moves in a gym room. She rocks.”

“It's not Kendo, it's Kenjutsu. It's different” ​​Ayami corrects.

“Kenjutsu, huh?” Tomori is interested, sitting up straighter, still holding the beer bottle “As far as I know, the main difference between Kenjutsu and Kendo is that the former allows for a greater variation in sword fighting, doesn't it? Use more than one, for example.”

“Yes, Kendo only uses one, because it focuses more on discipline and handling and its gracefulness. Kenjutsu is made for you to really fight and kill with Katanas, Wakizashis and etc, but in my case it's specializing only in Ittoryu, one-sword school.”

“Oohhh, but tell me, is Santoryuu possible?” Akane asks, genuinely curious.

“No” Ayami chuckles low as Akane pouts in frustration “Unfortunately not. As much as I think it's cool, Zoro's three swords technique from One Piece is practically unwieldy, the third sword gets in the way too often, and you can't make a good cut with your neck movements…” she moves her neck to show what she meant “And, well, holding a sword in your mouth isn’t the most hygienic thing…”

“The boys would be just as disappointed as you” Tomori laughs at Akane, shoulders shaking “But yeah, it's not realistic, just really cool. Anyway, I think it's great!” She smiles at Ayami, her eyes huge with excitement, reaching out to grab her hand “You must be from a family with centuries-old traditions regarding Kenjutsu practices, and which might also have specialized blacksmiths! Do you have a katana?”

Ayami blushes a lot “H-how do you know?!” She looks at Kanami, thinking that the other one had said something...

“She's fanatical about this fighting and martial arts stuff, she sure fantasized all this and you confirmed it, Aya”’ Kanami laughs, raising her hands. Ayami pouted, her huge eyes staring at the other.

“Ahhh…” she continued blushing, and started blaming the drink for letting this about her slip “Yeah, I'm from an old family… And yes, I have a Katana… but it's very valuable, I can't use it on anything , only on special occasions.”

“Shut upppp, ahahaa, a gangster, a coach, a brawler, and now we have a samurai” Akane jokes “we are a very dangerous group, right?”

“Who is the Coach?” Ayami blinks, and both Kanami and Akane point at Tomori “And why are you a gangster?”

“It's a joke, I'm not a gangster per se, but my dad was a Yakuza… and I have a pretty gaudy showy tattoo too” she shows her shoulder a little, the red panther print tattoo marking her skin “I don't say it with pride, but at least I'm not ashamed of my dad. He was cool.”

“Best group in history, man!” Tomo raises her bottle in the air “And I'm not a coach, I don't even know how to fight, it's just their joke. I'm just a martial arts aficionado in general, it's kind of a family tradition haha.”

“Ah… I think… you're pretty safe, so” Aya smiles “you two, in case, I don't know if you fight too…”

“Not at all. Breaks my nails” Akane laughs, showing her beautifully manicured nails. The other three laugh “but I know how to defend myself against other girls. And run”

“I'm happy” Ayami continues “I… I didn't expect to meet girls who liked that too. Besides Kenjutsu, I've done ballet.”

“Oh how cute” Akane pouts “you must have looked all cute in a ballet suit and tutu.”

“I think it's cute too” Kanami smiles “but it doesn't suit me.”

“Neither do I” Akane laughs “maybe it suits Tomo, but she's also just like you, Aya, she looks cute but she's a pest. A wolf in sheep's clothing…”

“You have no morals to talk about me, you're as bad as a panther, so much that’s your nickname” Tomori pushes the blonde by the shoulder, laughing “And I've never done ballet, although I think it's cool too. After I started learning confectionery, I didn't have the head for anything else, haha.”

“Yeah, they say you have to choose two out of three: sleep, friends or work. There is little time left to do everything” Ayami shrugs her shoulders, holding back a laugh “but we know that everything is a matter of organizing time.”

“Yeah…” Kanami blushes, drumming her fingers on the table “we can organize ourselves to go out more often. I really didn't want to let you down…”

“I didn't say that, Kana” Akane sighs “you're not letting anyone down, on the contrary,” smiles a little “but like, we get worried just because you have little fun, that's all. I even respect your choice not to drink, but like… it's just a little loosening up, you know…?”

“Hnm…” the baker shrugs her shoulders “I know.”

“I'm learning to have fun too” Aya offers “I am quite a workaholic too, we can learn together.”

“Yea! We don't need to drink to have fun either, there are other ways” Tomori finishes with her bottle, putting it aside “What do you like to do when you're not working or practicing, Aya? We can think of something based on that.”

“Ah… I tend to be very… quiet. I do not go too far from home…”

“Start with your hobbies…” Kanami smiles “I start; I like to take pictures as I walk and take care of my cat. And I discovered that I like camping too.”

“Oh, I… I like watching horror movies, it’s been a while, tho” Ayami starts “I also like listening to horror and crime podcasts… I also paint watercolors, when I need to relax and unwind… and one day I want to learn gardening, you know, make a mini spice garden…”

“I paint too!” Tomori brightens up, leaning towards her “In my case I use more pencils and markers, but I've been practicing with watercolor since I got a painting and drawing kit from my boyfriend on White Day. We can get together on a weekend to do all these things!”

“Ah, yes” she smiles a little “I accept, you can visit my house too, and meet Akito, he will like it.”

“I would say the same, if my house wasn't just a hallway and I'm about to get rid of it” Akane shrugs “but when I get a new house, everyone is invited to have a little party.”

“Ah, that sounds good to me” the lawyer smiles “I really need to start slowly, there are a lot of ideas… I'm not good at doing several things at once.”

“We'll do it later, then” Akane smiles and looks at her “can I hug you again?”

“If I say no, will you be upset?” Ayami's smile turns a little awkward “sorry, I haven't been in the mood for physical contact lately.”

“I understand, Aya” Kanami smiles sympathetically. And she looks at a confused Akane “she recently ended an engagement…”

“Oohhh, I’m so sorry” Akane straightens herself “and I’m here being nosy, sorry.”

“It's okay, I'm fine” Ayami assures “I just need to recover… it's only been two months, I…” sighs, looking at the beer bottle in her hand, stirring the contents in the base “and well… I think I'm better without him.”

“Yes” Kanami nods vehemently “he doesn't deserve you, girl.”

“I have the feeling that I'm missing the biggest gossip” Akane looks from one to the other.

“Me too. If you want to talk more about it, to vent…” Tomori says in a gentle tone, and then jokes, in an attempt to lighten the mood. “But if you don't want to, that's fine too, let's just drink, eat junk food and talk shit about shitty men, hahaha.”

“Ah… well…” she says lightly. “I was engaged to this guy…” Ayami starts.

“A total asshole, I knew him.” Kanami crosses her arms.

“Well, in a sense he looked… undecided. One moment he wanted me, another moment he seemed to want me far away… then he…” she tried to gesture but decided not to “unchecked everything. Yeah”

“What? Simple as that?” Akane raises an eyebrow.

“No, it's a lot more complicated than that… I'm just uncomfortable giving details. I can only say that he was unfair and very cruel. He took half of the story and twisted it…”

“One more reason, it was great to have ditched this sucker” Kanami nods vehemently “You there, all beautiful, hot and smart, and he still threw a tantrum? Oh fuck him…”

“I know right? Typical asshole with the ego up there who thinks he’s heaven’s sent to the female population” Tomori rolls her eyes “Honestly, Aya, he did you a favor, saving you from having to put up with his bullshit for the rest of your life.”

“Yeah…” she sighs “… so much so that I feel stupid…”

“Don't feel.” Akane waves her hand “Guys with inflated egos usually have a thing or two to brag about, which holds up, this makes some of them charismatic, and hard to forget.”

“I know… I said I feel stupid, but not because of that. It's just that I liked him that way.” The girls looked at her, questioning, and she continued “It was because he made me go back to Kenjutsu, which I had given up on about ten years ago, helped me improve my hyper-concentration problem… it made me have a little more confidence… and I admit that even the jokes, even incisive ones, made me laugh. And I liked almost everything that I found out about him. Yes, he was chaotic, but… extremely creative. He just uses that creativity with malice…”

“Oh my God, she still likes him” Akane shakes her head “Girls, it's a bad case of Broken Heart. Tomori, Kanami…”

“Yes” Kanami gets up “time to leave the bar and start hitting things. Tomori, how about we go to that place to practice baseball swings??”

“Perfect! I know a place with batting cages perfect for venting frustrations” Tomori explains to a slightly confused Ayami as she gets up too “You don't need to know how to play, the goal is to take it all out on the ball.”

“Ah… girls, it's okay…” Ayami tries to say.

“No, miss, you're going with us” Akane gets up too “You'll imagine that the ball is the head of this scoundrel and you'll hit it with all your strength!”

“In that case, the best way to vent is with violence” Kanami reinforces.

“IF directed at an inanimate object” Tomori adds as she nods “Take your anger out on the ball, since you can't do that on their balls, hahaha!”

Akane bursts out laughing, hugging Tomori, while Ayami blushes a lot. She was worse than Kanami in that timid aspect. Kanami blushes too but pats her friend's shoulder lightly.

“Okay, they're both crazy, but they're great, come on. Venting is a great way.” She winks. Ayami smiles.

“Okay, thanks girls…” she says to everyone.

“You're welcome. That's what we're here for” Tomori smiles as she hugs Akane sideways; the two were the most drinkers, and they were acting as you'd expect “Have you ever played baseball, Aya? I'll help if you don't.”

“It shouldn't be that hard.” Aya smiles, but sighs when Akane hugs her too. They reminded a lot of two friends she had, but she wouldn't say that just yet. She maybe would speak to those Kure one day, when she gets less affected…

Next Chapter Here

[kuipernebula]

It's okay, I liked your idea of ​​a single merged consciousness and would love to hear your descriptions of Newshi's fusions, but (not wanting to bother you) I think in the times when the crew wears disguises, Newshi would wear better and much more convincing disguises than the others, since since he's trying to get away from Big Mom, he knows it's best to do his best to prevent her from getting him, though he likely made a mistake in a close arc to Dressrosa's to her know he joined the Straw Hats.

Also, I'd like to know which of the Straw Hats Newshi would get along best, as while it's very possible he can befriend the crew because of his infectious energy and attitude, I'd like to know who in your opinion he would be especially close. I really liked the design you created of Newshi and I think it would be great if you used it in the fic, and maybe (if it doesn't bother you) you could tell in the fic how Newshi discovered his sexuality, for example him having a first temporary infatuation with someone who soon faded but made it obvious to him about his sexual preference, but this like everything else is something you can choose to accept or not.

I don't mean to offend you, you have great ideas, but I just wanted to share some of my opinions with you, sorry if I offended you.

Well most fusions are pretty simple. They mostly all have bangs covering their eyes, though how much of the purple hair they get is variable. And the clothes for most of them vary a lot because the clothes vary surprisingly a lot in One Piece - other than for, weirdly, Luffy. Also their body types would be a little meatier if we use my thicc Newshi design?

Newffy has curly black hair with a purple streak in the front, and his bangs cover his eyes, but he's got Luffy's scars and energy. His vest becomes the letterman jacket but in red, and his little scarf on his bel changes color. Oh and the band on his straw hat becomes purple. His personality is mostly Luffy with Newshi's lust for battle and general mischeviousness. He's also the most likely to take on handicaps if it makes the battle more interesting, so Newshi thinks he can be a liability. His fighting style is... basically Spinel from Steven Universe? Rubberhose physics plus the scythe.

Newro has straighter hair like Zoro, slightly longer and covering his eyes, but it's purple. But he's got Zoro's more muscular build. He wears both Zoro's bandanna with Newshi's hat on top of it, backwards. The swords and the scythe merge as well, turning Zoro's swords into Naginata. He still fights with three of them, but they're longer so require more precision. Also, Newro's attraction to Zoro means this fusion is easily distracted by how hot he is.

Newmi looks a lot like Nami with purple hair and eye-covering bangs. She's got smaller boobs and hips though. Post-timeskip, her longer hair is even more curled. For her fighting style, she combines the Clima-Tact with Newshi's scythe, turning it into a Kusarigama, where each scythe head is a different element. Unlike Nami's reliance on Thunder Tempo, Newmi prefers to use the ice and fire scythes. For personality, she is even flirtier than Nami, but more self-conscious about her body.

Newsopp straight-up looks like Mario without the mustache, and with purple hair instead. (And his eyes hidden by his hat/bangs) He gets significantly beefier after the time skipp, and wears less. Usopp's fighting style changes the most over time, so his fighting changes the most - though after the time skip, the scythe becomes fused with Usopp's Chomping Grass, and is a living mouth-scythe. He also uses dials/pop greens like thrown weapons rather than in conjunction with ranged attacks. In terms of personality, he's like if Usopp had less anxiety - useful, but often gets caught up in details and trying to find "the best plan" so he's easily distracted.

Newnji is one I didn't figure out fully, but easily he's got blond hair that covers his eyes with a purple skunk stripe. Also his suit becomes pink... He still doesn't fight with his hands, and his thing about knives renders him unable to use the scythe normally. But he does kick it around with his fight in spinning motions. Personality wise, he's like a bisexual Sanji - which is even more annoying.

Newpper has 3 forms, making it hard to describe. His main fighting form is the new hybrid form, which is a Reindeer-Minotaur with a giant scythe. His human form is like if post-timeskip horn point were human (with Newshi's features), and his reindeer form is purple with Newshi's hat and covered eyes. He's the most cowardly form, but in a "I'll attack what I'm scared of indiscriminately" kind of way, which is worse. Chopper thinks of him as the most dangerous fusion. (Both theorize they could monster point as Newpper but neither trusts Newpper to use that power)

Newbin looks a lot like Charlotte Nutmeg, being the only form with a visible eye. But at Robin's height, with smaller assets. (Only slightly) She fights by passing the scythe along her limbs, and confusing enemies using clones and other limbs. She plays with her enemies more than the other forms, prolonging fights for fun because just snapping their necks would be boring. Personality wise, she has Robin's morbid humor with Newshi's energy, making her far more manic about the morbidity. Newshi thinks of her as the most dangerous fusion because of that.

Newky's smaller than franky, but only by a bit, with features more like Newshi but robotic. His eyes glow under his bangs whenever he uses his attacks. His scythe is now integrated into his body, so he fights like Justin Law from Soul eater - blades and chains and such coming from his own body. Personality-wise, he's got Franky's love of robots with Newshi's childishness, so he pretends to be a robot most of the time until you get him real excited and he drops the act.

Newrook has smaller, shorter hair, and his hat, but his eye sockets are exposed - but he's a skeleton so like, still no actual eyes. He also turns Brook's suit pink-and-white, like Newshi's canon suit. His fighting style obviously uses Brook's soul ice underworld attacks, and his humming slice, with the scythe. He's the most obviously intimidating form, being a proper grim reaper, but personality wise he's the snobbiest and least into bloodshed. He'd much rather be making music or sipping tea or whatever - he's got Newshi's sensibilities with Brook's love of the fine arts.

Newbe is much later and the newest, but he's a fishman, with a very round body shape like Jinbe, but with an actual neck. His hair is black and long, with the blond parts turned purple, and bangs covering his eyes still. He actually doesn't use Newshi's scythe, and instead uses Fishman Karate to create water scythes and water blades. Personality wise, he's almost entirely Jinbe but younger and less serious. He's Newshi's favorite form to use, but Jinbe isn't a fan of it because he feels less effective in battle than himself.

As for who Newshi is closest to... He definitely takes a part of Idiot Trio shenanigans with Chopper, Usopp, and Luffy, and he and Chopper are pretty close besides - he wants to tell stories but unlike Usopp, will outright say which ones are true. But he's the only one who appreciates - and indeed, riffs on - Robin's morbid humor, so they get along really well as well. Nami and him kinda clash mostly because Nami doesn't trust him until much later. Newshi also has a huge crush on Zoro which Zoro finds mostly flattering but kind of off-putting. He and Franky don't have much in common, but I think they wouldn't dislike eachother. Brook thinks of Newshi as someone to keep an eye on, but mostly out of a protective instinct - he senses that Newshi's playful attitude is hiding deeper-seating negative emotions, moreso than anyone except maybe Robin.

Also after Whole Cake, Jinbe adopts him because he met and cut ties with his mom and is like "Your abusive mother sucks, I'm your dad now."

As for how he discovered he's gay... It is admittedy actually relevant to why he left, so I'd have to come up with a story for when we do his flashback in Whole Cake. But I don't have much yet. Current guess - he met and liked someone (probably an older guy, given how prepubescent attraction works? but obviously they didn't have feelings back because they're not a creep) who was later soul-eaten by Big Mom for something. And knowing how everything works, Newshi couldn't like... reveal he had feelings, or plead for this man's life. Or something to that effect.

[dancing-withthedoctor]

Okey so Hi, me again! :)

I am actually wondering if the main characters are humans or/and other creatures?

Also, if you want to share it of course, I am wondering what relation are between them? Like how did they met and why? Maybe there's bigger purpose behind it?

*all their names have meanings and direct connects to who they are i just forget some of them 

here are their character sheets and a little worldbuilding mixed in

Name: Uriel

Gender: Male (he/him)

Race/Ethnicity: Angel, Caucasian

Age: Unknown (roughly 20 in human years if I had to give a number)

Family/Ancestry: An angel created by God, hierarchy system of angels (Archangels -> angels -> humans, this hierarchy system is only specific to their Realm), no "blood relatives", angels intended purpose is to protect and serve humans while providing knowledge, wisdom, and guidance

Realm: Realm of Angels (this name is a wip)

Appearance: light skin, blue eyes, silky long white hair, 6’ 1”, slender body, wears a pure cotton full body robe

Personality: quiet, observant, reserved, has a fascination with knowledge and learning about other cultures, is learning to have empathy for the other races however it’s not tolerated towards the Fallen

Hobbies: playing his harp, reading history books, (with his exploration in the book he develops the hobbies of talking walks in the woods/enjoying nature, collects plants and herbs for fun) 

Abilities: has the ability to heal, though healing only goes so far, wings can help him fly, trained at a young age to use a sword in combat if necessary 

Sexuality: Asexual 

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Name: Azazel (Nickname: Zaz)

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Race/Ethnicity: Angel (Fallen), Mixed (Caucasian/African)

Age: Unknown (roughly 21 or so in human years if i had to give a number)

Family/Ancestry: was created by God, no longer associated with the Angels, no “blood relatives”, considered to be a Fallen due to past transgressions, has a younger sister (not by blood) that he has protected ever since he lost his right to be an Angel

Realm: Realm of Obscurum (obscurum means darkness in latin)

Appearance: Brown skin, red (maroon) eyes , medium length dark hair with streaks of white, 5’ 10”, slightly muscular build, wears a thin black turtleneck sweater, black cargo pants, combat boots, and a hooded cape

Personality: withdrawn due to his outcasting, empathetic but doesn’t express emotions well, aggressive, doesn’t trust people well, protector

Hobbies: hunting, collecting herbs (natural healing remedies), sharpening knives, playing with his sister 

Abilities: was trained in sword wielding, but he prefers smaller dual wielding knives like daggers, hand-to-hand combat, used to have the ability to heal, knows a lot about the body

Sexuality: Gay (no this is not the reason he got cast out of the Realm of Angels)

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Name: Mitis (Nickname: Tess) (mitis means gentle in latin)

Gender: Non-binary (she/they), they use their pronouns interchangeably, however in her human form she prefers (she/her) and in their fae form they prefer (they/them)

Race/Ethnicity: Faerie, Scottish or Irish i can't decide lol

Age: 300 (roughly 19 years human age)

Family/Ancestry: Faeries have been around longer than the comprehension of the human mind. Mitis comes from a large family, filled with more brothers and sisters than she can count. Fae culture is deep rooted in survival, family, and trust. In their nature states, the fae are easily controlled due to their small size, so over the years with their magic, they can now present as human if they so choose

Realm: Realm of Faes

Appearance: in her “human form” she’s 5’ 1”, red curly hair (wears a crown made of twigs, leaves, and flowers), freckles across their cheeks, green eyes, wears a short dress made of lilies, in her fae form, they look exactly the same but she’s an inch tall 

Personality: peacekeeper, kind and loyal, headstrong, pacifist, wants to be a hero, wants to be considered an individual, but since she has so many siblings, she gets referred to as “they” and the pronoun stuck but it's comforting for them, extrovert

Hobbies: reading, drawing maps, playing and talking with her siblings

Abilities: human form: bow and arrow (since being human is new and recent ability for the fae, she taught herself how to use a bow and arrow to defend herself), fae form: plant type magic (since they have developed their powers from birth, it's the strongest magic they possess)

Sexuality: Pansexual

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Name: Sibyl (nickname: Sib) (another word for seer)

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Race/Ethnicity: Human, Mixed (Filipino/Caucasian)

Age: 19

Family/Ancestry: Humans have been kept in check by the other Realms, but with that being said, they are the lowest Realm in terms of wealth and power. The Archangels in the Realm of Angels are in charge of looking after and governing the Realm of Humans as it is their duty to. She grew up without knowing her father, living with a single mother. She was blind at birth, but was also given the ability to see into the future. Maybe her father had magical abilities? But as far as anyone is concerned he was human too.

Realm: Realm of Humans (might change this name later)

Appearance: tan skin, short wavy black hair (neck length), grey eyes, 5’, wears a dark blue dress with see through sleeves (a slit down the middle of the sleeve), with a dark blue hooded cape, wears a belt with her essentials (weapons, food, water, etc)

Personality: Due to being exploited at a young age for her Seer Powers (as a way for her and her mother to make money), she has grown a distaste for people and beings in general, stubborn, manipulative, cold

Hobbies: Unknown

Abilities: can see into the future, can use her ability willingly when physically connected to the person in question, has some fighting abilities due to other heightened senses,, overexertion causes headaches and nosebleeds

Sexuality: Unknown (questioning) 

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Name: Indra (means warrior god of sky and rain in indian)

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Race/Ethnicity: Water Nymph, Indian

Age: 18 (water nymph years)

Family/Ancestry: Water Nymphs come from the ancestry of all women. Water nymphs are “born” during heavy rainstorms or thunderstorms. Heavy rainstorms/thunderstorms only happen roughly every few centuries due to water nymphs having a shorter lifespan (mother nature type of situation, in order to not flood the world). Water Nymphs tend to stay in one area, but the ocean is expanding drastically. Indra was born during one of the most destructive rainstorms of the century, she was the only one born that century and that’s how she received her name. She was raised by a community of Water Nymphs, she considers them all her sisters.

Realm: Realm of Nexus (Realm of Nexus is the largest of the physical present Realms on the planet)

Appearance: blue skin, plump cheeks, dark long wavy hair, purple/violet eyes, 5’ 3”, wears a tube top and high/low flared shirt, wear a bracelet made of grass and it has a little water lily attached to it 

Personality: positive, free-spirited, emotionally oriented, headstrong, mischievous

Hobbies: swimming, taking care of animals, sunbathing, having conversations with people close to her, training

Abilities: emotional based powers, powers are heightened when her emotions are heightened (both positive and negative emotions), negative emotions are more destructive while positive emotions are more creative, uses water around her as a weapon

Sexuality: Straight

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Name: Lunar

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Race/Ethnicity: idk he's from the moon :), African

Age: 19

Family/Ancestry: Not much is known about space and anything beyond Earth (aside from the Realm of Angels), but what is being recently discovered is that there is a civilization on the Moon, a new peace treaty was introduced and now they are considered a Realm. No one really knows how they got there, but they are similar to humans except they use telepathic communication to reach each other. Talking vocally is not uncommon, Lunar has selective mutism which means at a younger something traumatic happened and he chooses not to speak.  Lunar was picked  to explore Earth and everything it has to offer. Lunar comes from a family of four; a mother, father, and a younger sister. Lunar uses telepathic communication, written communication, and USL (universal sign language) to communicate with others.

Realm: currently travelling between realms *an excuse to not call it Realm of the Moon 🤡

Appearance: long braided white hair, blue-grey skin tone, dark blue eyes, 5’ 5”, lanky build (but also stronger than he looks), wears white dress shirt with a dark blue vest, belt, and black pants, wears dress shoes, wears a satchel that holds his notebook and pen (his communication devices)

Personality: calm, quiet, reasonable, strategic, sweet, great listener

Hobbies: charting stars, playing with his younger sister, traveling

Abilities: telepathic, can communicate with others through his mind (with their permission), if there is a full moon, he can manipulate people’s thoughts though he's never done so, when communicating out-of-mind; he signs or writes it in his notebook

Sexuality: Straight

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As for the next part of your ask, im completely fine talking about their relationships with each other and how they met (though as of rn, some stuff is set in stone and other aren't)

let's start with ships! so there are 2 ships out of the six and only one of them is romantic. lunar and indra will eventually be in a romantic relationship, they were the easiest to pair together. I first created what kind of being they were going to be. indra and lunar are inspired by the fact that the moon pulls the tides on the earth, so you could say its fate :') the second relationship is uriel and azazel, they are platonic soulmates. i had to give a lot of thought about uriel and azazel's relationship and what I wanted it to be or mean. all I can say is, is that uriel is asexual and comes to that revelation through self growth with zaz! I also thought about having mitis and sibyl have some kind of romantic relationship, but I didn't feel right so they are simply friends and who will eventually trust each other a great deal.

i like to think of them as a family: uriel and zaz are like the parents of the group (zaz will never admit it though), mitis and indra and the mischievous kids, they mess around and do dumb stuff because it looks fun, sibyl is like the brooding teenager (if this world had headphones, she'd never listen to anybody), and lunar is just the good kid parents always want lol

next is how they all met! this is actually what I'm trying to figure out in my writing right now, so its great that you asked this because I can think on it and solidify it more. the rough idea i have, is that uriel finds an old book hidden behind a wall or a bookshelf in one of the historical archives that tells a story of the future (Uriel's present) of the event of a catastrophe that hasn't happened yet, but six individuals from all 6 Relams needing to save the world. uriel is essentially the catalyst that gets the group together because curiosity got the best of him. in terms of the order they met: Uriel meets Sibyl because he was assigned to monitor her and guided her cause she was causing ruckus in the Realm of Human. Sibyl gets a glimpse of the future and decides to trust him enough to see this through, they then meet Azazel, Mitis, and Indra (though I don't know what specific order yet) and Lunar is last, and they literally just run into him as their traveling in the woods like "who are you 😳" 

also yes, them coming together definitely has more than its letting on, but I'll keep it to myself for now ;)

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im still working out the kinks of the whole "saving the world" bit and whether or not I should introduce a villain to the story! but each of the main six do have problems of their own they have to solve and most importantly they have to learn to coexist because the fate of the world depends on it

im sorry this post was so long, it was probably a lot of reading, but I meant it when I said I'd talk your ear off lol feel free to ask more questions:) 

[trashmancan47]

Yo, dropping this just because

Logan. Logan is all he needed.  

So Logan’s working, Remus is knocking. Not much else to say bruh, just read. …….. If you wanna. Logan was sitting at his desk as usual, and working on next month's schedule for Thomas, of course he was planning ahead of time, as usual. He was sitting at his desk, with his computer in front of him, playing some music that he enjoyed listening to, a pencil in his hand being moved to the melody of the song, along with his foot to the beat. A calendar was placed in front of him, taped to the desk so that he would see it every time he looked at his desk, reminding him of everything even if he already had it all in his head, he was always prepared. Right now his room was a deep blue color, he had it this way because he found it most relaxing, and quite enjoyed how it reflected on the many surfaces in his room. Logan actually for once had his tie off, and just his shirt, the buttons undone, and fluffy black night pants, though the strings were tied evenly, and in a nice bow. His tie was put away neatly with his others, and his pants in the bin to be cleaned of course. The corners of his lips were up a little forming a small smile as he hummed a little to the song he was honestly enjoying himself, and was happy with himself for once, happy enough to smile, which he never normally did, it was hard to get him to smile, well for some of the sides it was. He had stopped humming when he heard a set of knuckles softly tap the top of his door. One… Two… Three.. He had never heard this knock before, never this slow, never his soft, and never so coordinated, and with no voice to travel after it, each side had their own knock, and Logan knew each one by heart. Most a voice would follow with, but this was nothing, but a knock. At first Logan had grown weary, and just stared at the door pausing his music, and keeping his hands on his desk, his head turned to the door, trying to figure out if it was indeed a person out there, and whom. He slowly started to stand, pushing his chair back with his legs, and his hands falling to his side after adjusting his glasses. One… Two…. Three…. Once again he heard the knocking coming from the middle of his door this time, somehow softer. Logan heard shuffling that only lasted a second as he started to walk to the door finally, his mind wanting to know who it was that was making the soft noise on the wooden door. Once Logan reached it, and his hand wrapped around the knob, turning it, and opening it, his eyes started from the feet up. He already knew who it was from the one black, one green sock that was worn, along with neon green space themed night pants, and no shirt. Once his eyes met the others, his own head tilted up slightly, since the other was taller by a few inches. He looked into the dark green eyes that looked glazed, his own face had changed to one of sorrow, and emotional pain for the other, seeing the tear streaks that ran down his cheeks. “Remus. Why are you upset?” Logan asked, his voice staying monotone as usual, but his expression having changed having seen the red, puffy, and watery eyes, the wet cheeks, the slightly pouty lips, and how emotionally drained the other seemed. The others normal makeup was off, and his eyes still dark from not taking it all off, his curly hair messy, and disheveled. The sides had their own looks in the Mindscape, as to where when Thomas saw them, they all looked like him. Logan looked pretty much the same as he normally did, but his hair was normally better kept, and more formal. Normally Logan would just ask what was wrong, without having shown any worry for why they were, or any emotion at all really. Remus only looked at Logan, wiping an eye, and then moving forward, swiftly, and quickly wrapping his arms around Logan’s torso, and buried his head into Logan's neck, feeling more tears threaten to fall already. Logan himself took a moment, taken back by the embrace, his arms not at his sides, but not hugging back yet, they were more awkwardly by Remus’ torso, Logan’s eyes open wide from the sudden action, him not used to anyone touching him, they didn’t do it to him, or offer him, and he preferred it that way. Though after a couple seconds he pushed his arms to Remus’ body as well, hugging the other back, gently as he pulled Remus into his room while in the hug, and pushing the door closed with his foot. The other moved easily, Logan pulling Remus with him to the bed, and sitting at the end of the bed, Remus went to sit next to Logan, but Logan pulled him gently to his lap. Remus let out more sobs as Logan held him, moving a hand to the middle of his back, and the other on the back of his head, tangling in his hair, not saying anything as he pulled back enough to just place a gentle kiss to his forehead, his eyes going half lidded as he looked to Remus, bringing the hand from his head to his chin. He pushed Remus' head up just a bit, seeing the tear streaks, and seeing the actual tears fall from his face, his eyes were puffy, red, and his hair a mess. “Baby… Why are you so upset? What happened?” Logan spoke softly, and put the hand on his cheek now wiping the tears from on cheek, Remus turning his head a little more into the hand. He whimpered a little, and drew back one of his arms, taking a hand, and grabbing the other hand that belonged to the Logical side. He pulled the hand to his heart, and Logan felt the slow beat, him sighing a little, and caressing his cheek. “Roman.. It was Roman wasn’t it.” Remus only sobbed more, nodding as more tears fell from his eyes, his heart feeling like it was being pulled from his chest. Only small noises would leave as the tears did, but he was still very much upset. Logan wrapped his arms around Remus again, and Remus tightly holding Logan. Remus would become upset whenever he would go to his brother, just being himself, and Roman would tolerate it for so long before he would lash out, and tell Remus how horrible he was, and how much he hated having Remus here, that he had to say he was related to him. Remus hated it, he loved his brother, that was his brother, of course he did, he wanted nothing more than to be the way they used to be, playing with one another happily, hanging out, talking like normal people, one another caring for each other. Roman, and Remus used to be inseparable, they used to laugh with one another, talk, play games, go on quests together, and work together. Remus wanted that back, he didn’t know what changed in Roman, but something had snapped in him, he one day just yelled at Remus, telling him everything he did wrong, telling him that everything he was, was disgusting, and shouldn’t exist, that he was horrible, that he wasn’t normal, wasn’t needed, shouldn’t be here. The first time it happened Remus ran to the imagination to find it split, one was bright, and had flowers, unicorns, and a bunch of happy things, while the other side was darker, raining, full of dead grass, bones, wilting flowers, and trees that were dying. He ran as fast as he could, tears streaming down his face, running, and running, sobbing, sniffling, and eventually he fell over a rock. He fell, and once on the ground he just laid there. He laid on his side, curling his legs to his chest, and head into his knees, crying on the dry dirty ground, rain covering him, and making him cold, shivering, but didn’t care, he didn’t care about the coldness, the numbness that started at his toes, and fingertips He just stayed there, he hadn’t known how long or cared, all he knew was he stayed there until he was completely numb, and blacked out. When he woke, he was perched up against a tree, and had a royal blue umbrella covering him, along with a scarf. The scarf was white, and black, with a single strip of white through it. He had warmed slightly, yet saw no one, though later in life, he learned who it was, found someone who never judged him, never left, never lied, never betrayed him, someone who stayed by his side, helped him, held his hand, figuratively, and literately, if he fell this person was there to pick him back up. This person was Logan, he was the only one who stayed, helped, and even cared anymore. When he lost the only one who meant anything to him, Logan had helped him back up, helped him see more, and realize what he was, could be, what he could achieve. “W-why does he have to hate me.. I-I didn’t do anything to him…” Remus spoke between sobs, Logan softly shushing him softly, and rubbed small circles into his back. “Shh shh, it’s okay, I’m sure he doesn’t hate you Remus. He just needs time, he needs to realize that you’re needed, that you didn’t ask to be Intrusive Thoughts. He doesn’t understand yet.” Remus nodded only slightly as the touch to his back started to help calm him, and evening his breath, using the rise, and fall of his chest to do so. He knew Roman would never change, he was hard headed like that, so stubborn, so set on what he believed. Roman eventually could understand again, could realize it, but Remus doubted that he alone could do it, and Logan was never listened to, so there wasn’t a hope… Logan was all he had anymore.

Logan.

Logan was all he needed.

So honestly I did, but didn’t finish this. I like where I ended it, but there was more I could have added. This is what ya get though. If you want more just say! I hope you had an amazing day, night, afternoon, whatever it is for you!  Remember, you’re awesome!

[devilinsheepswool]

Obey Me! MC Character Sheet

Thanks to @kyungi-i for the spred sheet! I've seen others do it and thought why not me?

Name: Alisa Moreno

Nickname: Ally, Lisa, Li-Li, Al, Isa, Moreno

Age: 18

Height: 5'3

Weight: 170

Race: Human

Gender: ♀️

Birthday: April 13

Star Sign: Aries

Hair Color: Brown (pink streaks)

Eye Color: Brown

Skin: Brown/freckled

Demon brother, she is most to least like:

1. Levi

2. Belphie

3. Satan

4. Lucifer

5. Beel

6. Mammon

7. Asmo

Personality: she's pretty cynical and pessimistic, she also seems very aloof but somehow has a way of knowing a little bit of everything that's going on. When she wants to be she can be very observative and dedicated to her work, otherwise, she can come off as lazy, or disinterested just as much as aloof. Her snide personality comes off subtle mostly due to her wallflower and nerdish appearance. And she does have trouble getting to know other people due to her self-consciousness, low self-esteem and social anxiety; all of which she masks under witty remarks, jokes, and sarcasm. She puts up walls and its difficult to get to know her past surface level, despite it all Lisa does have a soft side and softens up around people that have a natural kindness and positivity about them or are straightforward. She has a good sixth sense, which helps her be an extremely good judge of character more often than not she is correct about her intuition regarding others' intentions towards her. Lastly, she has a bad habit of acting out and deliberately going against authority, she doesn't like feeling controlled and being told what to do. She'll usually follow the rules because she can't be bothered with the effort to break them but if she feels like someone's trying to control her or that she's being patronized then she will deliberately go out of her way to break the rules.

Background: Before coming down to Devildom, Lisa, despite only being 18 had already finished all her schooling, including higher education. Back on earth, she was recognized as a child prodigy in her research on historical documents and records, despite her early achievements at such an early age, the pressure of being placed on such a high pedestal career-wise eventually got to her and she fizzled out. Growing up an orphan without a past or family, the academy she worked for and her work was all she had, after she cracked due to the pressure she ran away hoping to live out the youth she felt she had never experienced in childhood. At age 16 she was a runaway and going under a different name. She lived on the streets and squatted in abandoned buildings for a few months before she met some people that offered to help her. During this time she developed an interest in music seeing as the people who helped her were a musical band full of teens just like her.

In order to stay with them, she lied to them about the truth of who she was and why she ran away. She stayed with one of the band members she had become close to during her initial days of having met them. While she stayed with them she learned how to play several instruments and eventually sing as well. She went on to perform with them but after two years of playing with them musical difference surged and a fight broke out, after which Alisa decided to run away again. It was during her second night of squatting in an abandoned house that she woke up in Devildom.

Hobbies: Music; Singing, Electric Guitar, Violin.

Likes: Sweets, Reading, Music, Animals, Writing, Video Games and drawing.

Dislikes: Liars, being lied to, math, meddling (Ironically), cruelty, injustice/unfairness and short tempers. Words that sound one way but are spelled another, or that sound like they mean one thing and then mean something else.

Appearance:

She's fairly average height. She's on the plump side, with a rounded face that makes her look baby-faced. She has freckles but due to her brown skin they're difficult to notice. Her eyes are rounded and large despite the dark circles brought on by years of bad sleeping. Her hair is short in a bob cut and wavy/curly, usually, she has a singular braid running down her left side. She wears glasses to see and prefers to wear loose-fitting clothing except for at performances. She tends to dress on the nerdy side.

Casual Clothing -

• Top: Sky Blue sweater rather loose fitting sweater over a white button up blouse.

• Bottom: plaid moss green skirt. Over the knee length, style is somewhat pencil skirt. Black tights under skirt.

• Shoes: Brown Boots.

• Accessories: star-shaped hair clip, silver necklace with a star pendant, a bunch of woven, or leather, or beaded bracelets. 

• Glasses: Yes. Black plain.

Uniform:

Alterations?

Not many, she wears the uniform properly a skirt version with the same black tights underneath the skirt. And a light blue tie on her uniforms blouse.

• Mother: N/A

• Father: N/A

• Siblings: N/A

• Pets: A black cat she adopted during the first time she ran away, she found her in one of the abandoned buildings fed her and the cat kept following her after that. Her name is Pandora.

• Friends: Prior to joining the band Alisa had none, after joining the band she made 2, Lydia and Florence. The lead singer and drummer of the band, respectively. She stayed with Florence and her grandmother during her time in the band.

• Past Relationships:

She had a mentor/advisor who eventually became a colleague when she finally started working with the academy. She was very close to her and was her only actual relationship. Her relationship with Dr. Aver was the closest she's ever had to a familial relationship. In the early stages of their relationship Aver became endeared with a rather small and young Alisa and tried to offer her the closest thing to a family she could through her and her husband. While they had a solid well-going relationship, they hit an obstacle when Aver was offered a position teaching at a highly prestigious institution abroad. Aver tried to keep connected long distance but it all came to an end when Alisa ran away.

Alisa dated three times during her time in the band the first relationship was bad from the start and ended badly, the second and third one ended with Alisa self-sabotaging herself due to the first bad experience. All occurred relatively back to back during the first year and half of her being in the band.

The first one though was the longest one, which lasted for 9 months. The last two were relatively short-lasting about a month to two each.

Sexuality: Unsure, possibly Pan.

Have they been in love before?

Because of her first toxic relationship and overall young age, at the time Alisa is hesitant to say that she ever was truly in love in any of her past relationships. But she was the most heartbroken with the ending of her 3rd relationship. Prior to her third relationship, the other two were mainly out of curiosity for exploring with dating than actual love.

How easily do they gain crushes?

Not easy, she wasn't aware of her feelings towards her third (future) partner until she was in her second relationship, her feelings for her 3rd future partner had started amidst her 1st relationship when it started going downhill.

Do they believe in love?

She doesn't really have an opinion on it, she's rather cynical and with her negative past experiences you would think she doesn't believe in it anymore if she ever had, but honestly, it's not something she's thought about that much. She's just experiencing life as she goes, maybe someday...

What's their type:

Alisa is the type of person to look for what she's missing in her life in someone else; she's typically drawn to kind, warm-hearted people, more likely than not optimists with positive personalities. You get the sense that she's into the "angelic" type (thus her third ex/first love) with a strong moral compass always set on doing right. Of course, this being her type doesn’t mean it’s what suits her the best. Mixed with her low self-esteem, a relationship with her ideal type may turn out to be hazardous as she might end up over-idealizing the person or self-sabotaging once again due to low self-worth as well.  

Which of the 7 brothers is her favorite?

That's a tough one she likes both Mammon and Levi but couldn't pick a favorite between both. Although Beel is also a strong contender for her favorite.

Why?

Mammon, despite not being honest about what he truly thinks about her is easy to read and has always been there for her when she's truly needed him, he's stepped in to save her multiple times and she knows he clearly worries about her. She's grateful to him despite his antics, and is able to look past the big cool guy/bad boy facade he puts on and appreciate him for being there when she really needs him.

Levi, she actually sees a lot of herself in him. Especially, a lot of her from prior to her first run away. She relates to his hermit-like personality because prior to running away she was like that as well. She can also sympathize and empathize with his obvious insecurities and wants to more than anything be there to reassure him and help become more secure of himself. Despite not being a total weeb like Levi, during her time in the band she did develop some interest in anime and manga, just not as passionate as Levi's.

What do they look for in a partner?

Ideally, she likes kind-hearted, empathetic people but speaking practically she'd prefer an honest straightforward person easy to read that doesn't try to play mind games or control her. Someone patient and that can reassure her when she doubts herself, and most importantly someone that will call her out when she needs to be. She doesn't want someone that will coddle, pamper, or try to spoil her like a little doll and let her get away with things that are prick-ish. She's good at keeping herself in check but she'd like the reassurance that someone will call her out if she slips up without noticing.

General -

Fav. Food: Tamales, but she also loves Cheeseburgers and Milkshakes.

Least Favorite: Meatloaf, Eggnog, Rasin Muffins, Salmon.

Favorite color: blue & green

Least Favorite: White or Neons

Sociable or Recluse? Both, she can be something of an ambivert but prefers to be more reserved due to her majority introvertness.

Favorite Movie Genre: Droll Comedy, or Action Political Thrillers/govt. conspiracy, K-drama's

Reader or not? Very much a reader, liked it and eventually it was what her job required of her in order to conduct her research.

Favorite Animals: She likes cats and dogs, but she also has an ample love for animals of all kinds but especially the ones that can be found in the woods; Owls, Raccoons, Wolves, Crows. Her favorite however has to be the Fox.

Favorite Music Genre: Rock, though she's big on ceremonials and sea shanties as well, and loves testing her vocal range with gregorian chants and Hymns.

Least Favorite: Country

Do they like sweets?

BIG YES.

Do they like spicy food?

👌👌👌👌

Do they like school?

Not so much like but she was good at it, and a majority of her life was dedicated and depended on it, overall she doesn't have bad memories about school perse, so I guess you could say that she does.

Pet Peeves:

Loud food chewing, bad breath, meddling in her business, being patronized, people pointing out her baby face, people trying to manipulate, use or lie to her.

[arcadequeerz]

Matora |Non Fandom OC|

THIS IS, the first oc I ever made, he means a lot to me, n i love him so mch c:b Matora is...sweetheart...

Matora is a 10ft tall wolf anthro looking creature. He has long, floofy black fur covering his body, it has darkish, golden colored speckle markings on it. These markings are on his forehead, under his eyes, down his muzzle, down his arms, shoulders, back, down his sides, hips, thighs and on his stomach. He has a mane of fur, its around his neck and goes onto the top of his head. The mane also goes down chest as a streak, stopping at his lower stomach. it also goes down his back stopping right at the base of his tail. The fur the manes made of is black and is quite fluffy and long, almost gives him the look of a head of long semi, curly hair? His ears are quite long and are wider then normal wolves ears. His nose on the end of his muzzle is a darkish brown with a black spot on it. His tail is pretty long and very bendable, covered in very floofy fur, the fur along the underside of his tail is longer and the fur at the tip of it is longer too. His tail has faint grey speckles that go down it. His hands are semi paw like, have five fingers on them with longish curved claws. They have paw pads on them, the paw pads are the same color as his nose. His legs are digitigraded, and have large paws n them with claws like those on his hands, and the fur on his ankles are a lil longer.

Body wise, Matora’s pretty chubby, has kind of wide set hips and biggish thighs, but still seems pretty muscular, (This is a horrible description of his Bodytype, I ho n estly can’t describe body types, so forgive me HGFDSHG d:xc

His eyes are a bright almost neon blue and his eyes glow quite brightly at night

Its quite hard to find clothes to fit his ten foot self, lucky he has a friend who makes them for him(Zeno makes em). Usually wears loose fitting kind of clothes, hoodies, sweaters, loose fitting pants. Often times he’ll keep the hoodie up over his head because people tend to be quite afraid of him ao he likes to cover his face. He’s very fond of earthy colors, like browns and dark greens. But he also loves the color yellow or light pinks. Sometimes he wears a lot of hair pins or bows in his mane.

Matora is the living embodiment of the saying “Gentle Giant”. Kind down to the core and as gentle as can be. He is very timid and often has trouble talking and interacting with others because of this. He is very quiet and doesn’t talk much. He trusts people easily, maybe a bit TOO easily, and that often leads to trouble. He’ll help anyone that needs help, no matter how big or small their problem is, he’ll help someone no matter what. Tends to be very nervous around people when he first meets them, but is kind to strangers nonetheless. EXTREMELY protective of his friends. He is very affectionate to friends and can be very sweet. If your a friend of his expect him to give you lots of hugs and always be a shoulder for you to cry on. He is generally a very sweet, and caring person to others and friends as long as they’re kind to him. When someone threatens his friends or someone he considers family he will not hesitate to “bite” back at the harasser. Sticking up for his friends is one of the only things that makes him push his timidness to the side to do. He will not take someone threatening the people he holds dear. At times Matora can seem very sad, mostly because he is, he is a very melancholy person and has much trouble dealing with depression and lots of self hatred. Most of which is centered around his appearance which hes often told looks monstrous and scary. This causes him to wish he wasn’t so big and intimidating, he wishes people could see past his appearance and get to know him, not be afraid of him. He’s happiest surrounded by his friends and hates to be alone.

He is passionate about caring for the woods he calls home, Darkwood, and is very found of animals of all kinds. His favorite animals are dogs/wolves. If he finds a sick or injured animal he’ll nurse the animal back to health and release them back into the forest. He loves to garden, he has a garden which he grows all sorts of veggies and flowers in. He also carves little figurines or statues out of wood, a lot of times their very detailed and he’ll sometimes paint them. The figurines are usually animals or flowers. He even carves some out of the crystals you can find in the caves around the woods. He also loves collecting lil trinkets he finds while wondering around the forest. Things like old jewelry, pretty rocks, or old toys. He is a very skilled hunter, doesn't use guns but instead sticks to using his claws, or his teeth to take down prey. He kills humanely and does it quickly to not prolong the animals suffering. Usually hunts small rodents, birds or deer and sometimes will eat fish from the lakes or rivers in the woods. He only kills what he needs to feed himself and no more and never kills just to kill. Hes actually able to eat raw meat, and usually prefers to eat it raw rather then cooked. He also likes eating fruits and enjoys certain veggies, but his diet mostly consists of meat. He sometimes goes out blueberry picking and strawberry picking when its berry season. Most human food makes him ill or not feel well. He is a fan of sweets though, and might eat some even if it does make him feel a bit sick later.

He has a very beautiful singing voice, sometimes while he’s alone, like walking through the woods, he’ll sing a lil tune to himself. He doesn't like to sing in front of others though. Too scared of hearing people tell him he sounds awful, which he believes he does, even though Zeno(who has caught him singing a few times) keeps telling him hes amazing at it, and very talented.

He lives in a old cabin in Darkwood at the very edge of a village/town of people. He visits it occasionally to buy groceries or things he needs. Sometimes he’ll bring what vegetables he grows to the farmers market and sells them there and also sells the lil figurines he makes there too. Most of the people in the village find him very scary, most tend to stay away from him, and some of the more Asshole people like to harass him when he comes around. He does his best to just ignore them and not let them get to him. Zeno is usually the one to tell people off and tell em to leave him alone. There are some people in the town that he does consider friends, but their far out numbered by those that dislike him.

He hates confrontation and hates fighting, even though he could Quite easily hurt someone, or kill them if he wanted to, he chooses not to. He usually lets people walk all over him and push him around, and rarely ever sticks up for himself. He’ll just sit there and take peoples abuse. He gets Very nervous and upset when people start to yell, doesn't like when people get mad because it scares him and usually leads to him believing its His fault and sometimes start crying, and apologizing even though something might not be his fault. You could Hit him, and even though he’d cry he’d still apologize like it was his fault. He basically walks on eggshells around Everyone out of fear of being yelled at or hurt.

Usually hides how he feels, keeps all his anger and frustration, and sadness all on the inside rather then talking to anyone about it, cus he doesn't like to burden people with his problems, pretends a lot of times to be happier then he really is.

He cries very easily, but doesn't like when people see him cry. Usually hides his face when he cries.

Hes able to make lots of wolf/dog like noises, and makes a low purring like sounds when happy. He also makes squeak like noises, hisses, growls and snarls as well. And he can howl too.

He loves to be pet, even though hes nervous/shy to admit it, favorite spot is his ears, having his cheeks pet and sometimes even belly pets(only allows people he loves/are his SO to give him belly pets though, hes very shy about it though)

Often wraps his tail around himself to keep himself arm, likes to have it wrap around his waist. Wags it really fast when happy or excited. When scared the fue on his tail puffs up big. He also likes wrapping his tail around people hes very close to/loves.

When angry, the fur along his back bristles/stands up. Usually growls/hisses/snarls and bares his teeth if angry.

His sense of hearing and smell is very good, and he can see very well in the dark.

He gets flustered very easily and not good at taking compliments. Often doesn't know how to respond and blushes very easily. When blushing the markings on his muzzle and under his eyes will turn pink. Hides his face in his tail when flustered.

Hes a very cuddly person, and if you were his SO expect him like to cuddle with you, and hug on you, and wrap his tail around you. Hes very affectionate and just super cuddly.

Matora stutters sometimes when he talks, hes very self-conscious about it, and when nervous/scared/upset his stuttering gets worse.

Matora’s genderflux and his pronouns are he/him sometimes they/them and she/her and hes pansexual!

[lifesizehysteria]

Journey to You - Chapter 13 | An AdamsFoster Fic

A/N: I know the last chapter was a rough one and the road ahead is still a rocky one but hopefully it all ends up worth it in the end. Thanks for all the comments and love and for sticking with me!

Almost two weeks had passed since coming out to her dad and the days went by in a blur. The weight of rejection from both him and Lena, different as those rejections were, was crushing. The shame she felt made her long for the familiarity of her own ignorance and she tried to wrap herself up in it again, to close herself back behind that door. But now the lights were on. She could see the walls were too close, the space too small and no matter how tightly she curled into herself, she didn’t fit. Her knuckles turned white and her fingers ached from holding so hard and still, that damn door wouldn’t stay closed. Coming out felt impossible but she was quickly realizing that not coming out would be just as hard.

The problem was, she didn’t know how to exist as a gay person. She didn’t know how to go through life so… different from everyone else, so conspicuous. If she came out, her sexuality would be the only part about her that mattered. People would no longer see her as Stef, the police officer or as Brandon’s mom. They wouldn’t care that she was good at basketball or that she loved hiking and camping. Her sense of humor and her confidence would disappear and she would just be Stef, the lesbian. She hated that of all the things she was, that was the only piece that people would care about.

The time she spent with Brandon was when she felt the most herself. Being a mom was second nature and it was easiest to lose herself in that role. He didn’t know or care about her personal crisis. He demanded her attention and most of the time, it kept her distracted. But every day, being in the closet became less tolerable and as she began to contemplate coming out with real seriousness, she had moments with him that made her question everything. Summer was coming to an end and he was about to start kindergarten. Was she really going to make him that kid? The kid with the gay mom, who had to explain what that meant to every friend he made? What if he was embarrassed of her? What if he resented her for it? How would she feel knowing that she was going to be that mom in his class, every year? It tied her stomach in knots just thinking about it and every time she was sure she was ready to pick up the phone to call Mike, it was the one thing that stopped her.

On the Wednesday before the first day of school, Stef had spent the afternoon getting ready for the Open House where she and Brandon would get to see his classroom, meet his teacher, and get acquainted with his classmates. After changing her outfit four times, putting extra effort into her usual basic makeup routine, and even taking the time to curl her hair, by the time she was ready, Brandon had been moping around her room and she was feeling way over-dressed for meeting a kindergarten teacher. But it was a school function which meant Lena would likely to be there somewhere and if there was even a chance she might run into her… Well, she probably wouldn’t but Stef felt the need to look her best anyway.

The school was bustling with wandering parents and chattering children. Stef navigated the busy hallway, following construction paper signs to the elementary wing and searching for the right room while Brandon clung to her hand, sticking close by her side. Crowds always made him nervous.

“Here it is: Room 15.” She guided Brandon through the doorway that had a handmade sign reading “Mrs. Atkins” hanging on the door.

“Cool! Frogs!” Brandon exclaimed as he halted in the middle of the room, taking it all in. Frogs were plastered all over the room. On the border around the bulletin board, on posters. There were construction paper frogs on the walls and a large blue square of carpeting at the back of the class with little, round green mats that looked an awful lot like a lily pond. It was charming.

“Look, Mommy!” Brandon pointed across the room to a giant stuffed frog.

“Whoa! How cool!”

“Can I go look?”

Stef scanned around the room. There were only a couple other families there but there didn’t seem to be any kind of structure and she hadn’t spotted the teacher yet. Since she didn’t know how this thing was supposed to go, she figured mingling at this point couldn’t hurt.

“Sure, bud.”

Brandon darted over to the giant toy and as Stef trailed behind him, she didn’t even notice her nervousness about Lena fade away. Her mind was busy with Brandon and the classroom and all of her other worries disappeared, the way they usually did when she was with her son.

Taking in the layout of the room, Stef’s imagination wandered. She could see Brandon sitting at one of the desks with his head bent over his work or bouncing in his chair with his hand raised, eager to answer a question. Sitting on one of the green mats during story time. Making friends. Oh, she hoped he would make friends. Her boy was so shy and she worried so much about him being able to open up to other kids.

“Mommy, mommy, it’s taller than me!” he said as he reached up, not quite able to touch the top of the frog’s head.

“Look at that! How tall do you think it is?”

“A hundred feet!” he stated with certainty.

“A hundred, huh? That’s really tall.”

Brandon gave a firm nod, oblivious to the laugh his mother was failing to suppress.

“I see you’ve met Mr. Frogsworth,” an unfamiliar voice interjected. The arrival of a stranger had Brandon back by Stef’s side, clamped onto her leg. “I’m Mrs. Atkins. Welcome.” She extended her hand to Stef. She was a thin but sturdy white woman. Though she stood almost a full head shorter than Stef, she held herself with a confidence that made her stature unremarkable. Her black hair was cropped at her shoulders, straight with streaks of silver at her temples. Her smile was warm and her handshake firm.

“Hi. Stef Foster. And this is my son, Brandon.”

“Hello, Brandon. It’s nice to meet you.” Brandon peeked at her from around Stef’s leg as she smiled down at him. “Are you going to be in my class this year?” she asked and received only a small shrug of one shoulder in response.

“Sorry, he’s shy,” Stef apologized as she rubbed her son’s back.

“Don’t worry. He’ll warm up soon enough,” Mrs. Atkins assured her. “So, Brandon. Do you like to color?”

Brandon looked up at his mom. When she encouraged him with a smile he gave the smallest nod.

“Oh good! Then you’ll love what I have to show you. Why don’t you and your mom follow me?” She didn’t wait for an answer before heading toward a long table at the far side of the room. Stef dislodged Brandon from her leg and led him by hand in the same direction. “Alright, now, everyone in my class has to have one of these.” She held up a sheet of paper with the black outline of a frog’s head in the center. “We’re going to put your name on the top in big letters and then this will go on the front of your desk so everyone knows which one is yours. But it’s a little plain, don’t you think?” Brandon nodded again. “Would you like to decorate it? And then, when you’re done, you can pick which desk we tape it to so you know right where to sit when you come to school on Monday.”

He looked up at Stef again and she could see the excitement in his eyes behind the nervousness.

“I think that sounds like a great idea, huh, bud?”

Brandon nodded again, this time with a timid smile as he took the offered paper from his teacher.

Steering him toward a seat beside another child, Stef got him settled at the table with a handful of markers and sat down beside him. He was busy trying to color in the lines, dragging his marker with precision as more kids filtered into the room. The table filled up and eventually Stef gave her seat up to a little girl with her hair in two black, curly puffs on top of her head.

"I'm going to go talk to your teacher real quick, okay, B? I'll be right back." Brandon nodded, engrossed in the activity enough to have forgotten to worry. Stef ruffled his hair before turning in search of Mrs. Atkins. She was at the other end of the table praising some of the kids' artwork and handing out chocolate chip cookies.

"Hi, Mrs. Atkins?" Stef gently interrupted.

"Oh, hi, Mrs. ..."

"Foster," Stef supplied. "But call me Stef. Please."

"Of course." Mrs. Atkins offered a warm, polite smile. "What can I do for you, Stef?"

"Well, you saw how shy my son Brandon is. I'm just concerned about him making friends. He doesn't spend a lot of time with other kids and even when he does, he usually prefers to play by himself."

"I wouldn't worry too much. That’s called parallel play and it's a perfectly healthy and natural way for kids to play. Some kids get overstimulated by constant interaction and prefer the quietude of singular play, even in the company of others. But even just the small interactions that come from, say, sharing the same box of crayons helps foster relationships and build friendships."

Stef nodded. That all sounded good but he would barely talk to other kids. "How is he supposed to make friends if he won't talk to anyone?" she asked. He was so different from her that way. Being social, making friends had come so easily to her as a kid. She didn't know how to help him and sending him off to school where she wouldn't be there with him scared her.

"That's him over there, isn't it?" Mrs. Atkins pointed in his direction. Brandon was showing his picture to the little girl next to him. His face was bright with a smile and she could hear him giggle. "Like I said, I don't think you have anything to worry about," she said with a knowing smile.

Stef let out a little burst of surprised laughter. "Well, I'll be damned!" she said before remembering who she was speaking to. "Wow, I can't believe I just said that. I'm so sorry!" She gave a nervous laugh and shuffled her feet.

"It's fine–”

"Excuse me, I'm so sorry to interrupt,” another voice, approaching from behind Stef, broke into their conversation. “Robin, could I speak to you for a moment?”

“Of course. Stef, this is our Assistant Vice Principal–”

“Lena,” Stef said in unison as Lena came to stand beside her.

Surprise flashed across Lena’s face for just an instant before she covered it with a mask of cool professionalism.

“So you’ve met,” Mrs. Atkins said, looking between the of them.

Stef could feel her cheeks blazing. She cleared her throat and a nervous grin tugged at her lips.

“We have,” she said, her words airy despite the purposeful steadiness of her voice. She couldn’t drag her eyes away from Lena.

“Oh good,” the teacher said, a bright smile on her face. “Because if you ever need anything from the school, Lena is the one to go to. She’s got all the connections, she knows everyone. No one will work harder for you than Lena will. Did you know, she actually helped found the charter?”

Still watching Lena, Stef’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

“No, she never told me. That’s very impressive.”

“She’s really amazing.”

“Yes, she is.” A soft smile pulled across Stef’s face. “She’s really one of a kind.”

Lena’s demeanor shifted but it seemed only Stef noticed. She could feel the tension coming from her as it changed from uncomfortable to angry. She could see it in the vein visible down the center of her forehead and the way her smile twitched at the corners of her mouth, like she was fighting to keep it there. Stef’s eyes finally turned away and she cleared her throat again.

“I’m sorry. I um, I should– I’ll just–” Stef motioned over her shoulder with her thumb, “let you ladies talk.” When she smiled it was more of a grimace. “Thank you, by the way,” she said to Brandon’s teacher. “I’m sure Brandon’s going to have a great time in your class.” Her eyes darted back over to Lena whose own were wide beneath eyebrows arched dangerously high. Stef gave a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, okay then.” She gave a half-hearted wave before turning and walking in the opposite direction, her cheeks flaming and her hands shaking.

When she had put enough distance between them, Stef stood in a loose crowd of other mingling parents. She glanced at Lena from across the room between attempts at studying the tan floor tiles. When the two women had finished their conversation and Lena headed toward the classroom door, Stef’s heart started beating in her throat. She glanced back at Brandon. He was immersed in his artwork and unaware of her absence. After a brief hesitation, with sweaty palms and a lack of better judgment, Stef headed for the door.

Lena was halfway down the corridor by the time Stef was out of the classroom.

“Lena, wait,” she called. She saw Lena hesitate, then continue without looking back. “Lena,” she said again as her walk turned to a jog. “Lena, please wait.” As she caught up to her, Stef grabbed her wrist. Lena spun on her heel and pulled her wrist from Stef’s grasp. Her mouth was pursed and her nose flaring, her black eyes were hard and cold as steel.

“What the hell are you doing, Stef?” The edge in her hushed voice was sharp and unforgiving.

“I just want to talk to you.”

“We don’t have anything to talk about.”

“Okay, but– You seemed mad at me in there and I’m… Did I do something wrong?”

“I don’t know, Stef. How about trying to flirt with me in front of my coworker, in a classroom full of parents and students?”

Stef gaped at her. “I didn’t– I wasn’t flirting.”

“Weren’t you?” Lena put her hands on her hips, straightening to her full height. “‘That’s very impressive,’” she mimicked in a fawning tone. “‘She’s one of a kind.’”

“Come on, Lena. I was just agreeing with her. What was I supposed to say? How terrible you are?”

“No, Stef. You shouldn’t have said anything.”

Stef sighed and shook her head.

“I’m sorry, Lena, okay? I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable or, or say anything inappropriate. I just–”

“I don’t care what you were or weren’t trying to do,” Lena interrupted. “You can’t do this, Stef. You can’t bring this here. My job is very important to me and I will not let you jeopardize it because you can’t keep your thoughts to yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” Stef said again, the words quiet and genuine this time.

“The fact of the matter is, with Brandon going to school here, we will see each other. And I need you to be able to handle that without making a scene or turning everything into… this.” When she gestured between them, Stef took a small step back. She hadn’t even realized how close she’d gotten to her.

“Okay,” Stef uttered toward the floor.

“Thank you,” Lena said and let her arms fall down by her sides.

A beat passed and Stef turned her eyes up to Lena’s. They were a bit softer and Stef’s heart ached as she searched them. There was a voice in her head telling her to just tell Lena she’d come out to her dad and that she understood what Lena needed from her and that she was ready to do it. Because then, in that moment, with Lena there as a reminder of everything that could be, she was finally ready. But how could she tell her any of it after what she’d just promised?

She could feel Lena already pulling away and she didn’t know how to deal with that again. She couldn’t lose her. Not again. Not completely.

“You asked me before, when this all started, if I could have feelings for you and still be friends. I think– Can we just, go back to that?” Lena started to shake her head.

“You said that you could do that and–”

“That was when I thought it was one-sided.” Lena shrugged. “And even then, it wouldn’t have worked. It was naive of me to think that it could. And now? After everything? There’s no way we can go back.”

“I miss you, Lena. Maybe we can’t be more than friends but… I don’t want to lose you.”

“I’m sorry but…” Looking down, she worried her lips together. “I’m not doing this. I can’t. I–” Her eyes drifted back up to meet Stef’s. “I’m done, Stef.”

Lena turned to leave but Stef grabbed her wrist again.

“Lena.”

Lena stopped and looked at Stef over her shoulder. Her eyes were unreadable but when she spoke, her flat tone barely concealed the tremble in her voice.

“Don’t make this harder than it already is. Please. Just let me go.”

Stef held on for just another moment before she let go of her wrist and watched Lena walk the entire length of the hall without even looking back. It wasn’t until she disappeared around a corner that she began to accept that she really wasn’t going to turn around. It was over and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

[destructiveshade]

Lightspeed: Chapter one

“Alezxander Luis?” Called the voice from the front of the room.

Silence.

“Alezxander Luis?” Came the voice a second time.

Zxan could not hear his Advanced Physics/Calculus professor asking the class the question because he had his earphones in. He was doing what some would call doodling, but he preferred the challenge of designing the nanotechnology that would make his suit capable of transforming itself into the various gadgets he’d use when he got out of the Academy. At the moment, his nanotech designs were only theoretical. He couldn’t afford to actually make the tech, let alone test it to perfection. Hell, he could hardly afford the Academy in the first place.

“Zxan,” whispered the person next to him as a foot kicked him from the side. He looked up and took out an earphone.

“Ahh, glad you could join us Alezxander. I was just asking the class why time travel is only theoretically possible. Maybe you’d care to answer,” the professor said condescendingly.

“No, not really, sir,” Zxan replied, somewhat awkwardly as he returned to his sketches and equations.

“It wasn’t a question,” retorted the professor.

“Oh. Okay. Well, first off, to time travel, you have to think of time as a continuous line, not a reoccurring event that resets every 364.25 days. We’d have to create a technology that would bend time backward or forward onto itself in order for us to drop into the future or the past. There are actually some pretty compelling theories that state that time travel already exists, it’s just kept from us by our governments so that it’s not used for personal gain. But, to answer your question truthfully, time travel isn’t actually theoretical anymore, and it hasn’t been for a while. It’s just that not everyone can do it. Only people with the innate ability for time manipulation or for speed can time travel. In fact, my great great uncle on my mom’s side was the first Speedster to time travel without using any special equipment.” Answered Zxan.

The professor, who’s dark brown eyes squinted as he scowled at the young man, was obviously not expecting such an in depth answer, so he decided to try to embarrass Zxan with a follow-up question. “And you, Alezxander, are able to time travel also?”

“Well, no, but I never claimed to be able to.” Zxan said, annoyance obvious in his voice.

“Oh, that’s right. And what is your max speed, pray tell.” He said, being supercilious.

“Oh. It’s um, 450 mph.” Zxan responded, looking embarrassed and defeated. A long silence ensued, which drove Zxan, awkward as he is, to continue with his sketches.

The professor just kept on teaching, his thin lips spreading into a smug smile over his face as he won the small victory over the awkward student.

“Alyss Rodriguez, what is the square root of 7,921, and the square root of 1,398,750?” The professor shot off.

“89 and 1,182.68761725148708,” Alyss said, without any hesitation, from beside Zxan. Alyss was short, but fit, and very beautiful. She had long hair, but it was naturally very curly, so sometimes it just looked like an afro if it got staticky. She was born into a hispanic family and with a very rare ability. It is the ability of knowledge. It has its limits, but she pretty much just knows anything at any given time. The only catch is that she has to focus on whatever it is she wants to know.

~Looks like he’s out for me again.~ Zxan typed into the keyboard that was projected onto his forearm by his custom made wristband. The message was immediately sent to Alyss’s matching wristband. The only difference between them was the color. Alyss’s being bright pink and Zxan’s being Black with a streak of bright green.

Zxan had created the wristbands in his garage a few weeks earlier out of old computer and projector parts from his room and some old FitBits he’d found laying in the trash. The FitBit part is purely for show. All the real magic happens because of computer chips he designed, created, and put inside the FitBits.

~These watches are so cool.~ Alyss responded by typing onto her own forearm.

~The beauty of it is that no-one even knows they act as our phones.~ Zxan replied. After reading the message, Alyss looked over at Zxan, and Zxan looked at Alyss and just grinned.

The rest of the school day went by pretty quickly and was very uneventful, despite it being a school for children with abilities. Most of the students, like Liam, were required to wear Dampeners while at school, and through most of their lives. This is only because they don’t have full control over their powers yet, and some of them, like Liam, had very dangerous powers if not controlled properly.

The final bell rang, bringing the school day to an end. Zxan ran from his locker, down the stairs to the second floor of the Academy to catch up to Alyss, who was leaving for the day.

“Alyss! Wait up!” He half shouted, making his voice travel over the roar of the students that filled the hallways. He caught her attention and she waited patiently for him to push his way through the influx of students as they left their classrooms and rushed to their lockers.

“Hey Zxan, what’s up?” Alyss asked with a certain sweetness in her voice.

“I just wanted to see what you’re doing after school and was wondering if you’d want to hangout maybe.” He said, awkwardly.

“Oh, yeah, I’d love to, but Chad is taking me to the beach with some of his friends.”

“Oh.” He started, his smile fading slightly, then returning so quickly that Alyss thought maybe it never left in the first place. “Okay, never mind then. I’ll just head home then. Have fun!” He said as he patted her shoulder. Then he ran off towards the second set of stairs that led to the first floor of the Academy.

The Academy has dampeners for people with physical abilities, like Zxan. It means that even though his top speed is 450 mph, he can only run about 15mph tops, while inside the school. The dampeners are so strong though that he had to push his every last muscle to hit 15mph, so he resolved to keep it around his average when in school. A cool, 8mph. There are special rooms in the four basement levels where they teach the students how to properly control their abilities, but the day is Friday and Zxan’s training day is every other Thursday. And because he didn’t practice this week, he knows next week is his turn to try to push himself to 475 mph or higher.

As he left the school, he accidentally bumped into a sharp dressed man, who in turn helped Zxan from the ground. The man was not super tall, but taller than Zxan who stood at 5’11. He had a cleanly trimmed beard that tied into his mustache to make him look very eccentric.

“I’m so sorry Mister! I didn’t mean to bump into you! I wasn't looking where I was going and I… I’m sorry.” He said quickly and dejectedly. The man started laughing.

“Oh, it’s all right, my boy. Without kids like you keeping me on my toes, how else is this old fart going to keep his edge.” The man said while laughing. “What’s your name?”

“I… It’s Zxan, sir.” He replied, dusting himself off.

“Well, Zxan, my name is Howard Wayne VI.” The man said with a bow. Zxan just stood there looking awe-struck.

“As in, Bruce Wayne’s great, great grandson?” Zxan said in disbelief.

“The very same.” Howard said with a grin, reaching his hand out. Zxan grabbed his hand and shook it emphatically.

“Dude! You’re amazing! All your accomplishments and awards, and not to mention your role in the unifying of the gifted nations!” Zxan said excitedly, still shaking Howard’s hand.

“Yes, yes, I guess it was important, but that means very little to me. I’m here to help the gifted youth of our grand city of Great Rapids.”

“How so?” Zxan asked, finally letting go of the man’s hand.

“I’m here, on the behalf of my company, to present 3 scholarships for 3 gifted young adults.”

“What does the scholarship entail?”

“Essentially, the participants would be taken to my tower in the central region of the city and they’d be taught how to act as a hero, but not only while in uniform. They’d also be able to design and create their own super suits to fit their needs and abilities.” Howard explained.

“Can I apply?” Zxan asked excitedly.

“Of course. Everyone here is encouraged to apply. Then the committee for the scholarship will pick the three best candidates.”

“What are the conditions that the committee bases their evaluations off of?”

“Their are a number of different factors, but the main few are courage, honor, and loyalty.”

“It’s not based on wealth, right?” Zxan asked nervously.

“Nope. You’ve no need to worry. It’s a full scholarship, not like this academy.” Howard said with a hint of disgust in his voice.

“How do I apply?” Zxan asked.

“The applications will be passed out on Monday to all the students, but here, take this one and work it out the best you can over the weekend.” He said as he handed Zxan a packet of paper that looked suspiciously like a math test.

“Thank you, sir. And again, it was very nice to meet you, but I have to get home now. My mom is expecting me.”

As he walked through the front door of his house, he said hi to his mom and then went directly to the garage. He started working on the packet immediately, using his super speed to write and process the questions, he finished in 30 minutes flat. Most of the questions were easy, but the last one had him puzzled. It was a huge equation that looked like a college professor from Mars had written it.

The whole packet, before the last equation took him 5 minutes to finish. The last equation took him the other 25, but he finished it and he was confident he had the right answer.

The weekend went by slowly and painfully boringly. Normally he’d just hangout with Alyss, but since she started dating Chad a month ago, he had nobody who he could really talk to and hangout with. He thought that normally he wouldn’t care. In the past, he had friends who blew him off entirely for their girlfriends, and it didn’t really hurt. But for some reason, Alyss blowing him off for Chad hurt him in a way he hadn’t felt since his dad died.

He learned to cope, of course, using his great great uncle’s Cosmic Treadmill to help him work on his speed while his mom was at work. Or, more normally, he played video games and watched TV. Sometimes he even read books, and not teenager books. Like college level textbooks. He read them to strengthen his mind and to broaden his vocabulary. He never really hung out with his mom because she was hardly ever home.

His mom was also born with a rare gift, healing. That’s why she works as a nurse. Of course, she doesn’t have to hide her powers. Many many people around the world are very open with their powers. But as history shows, there are always people who are afraid of what they don’t understand. There’s a radical group that call themselves Purifiers and basically what they do is kidnap people with abilities and then kill them on an online broadcast. They say it’s to “purify” the gene pool of humanity, but Zxan just thought they were jealous.

Monday morning couldn’t come fast enough. Zxan practically jumped out of bed to get ready for school. Halfway to school, he realized that he couldn’t just pull out the application and say he already did his. The school might think he cheated or something, so he devised a plan. He would ask for one, then switch it out before he has to turn it back in.

When he got to school, he went looking for Alyss. His heart sank when he saw her though, cause she had an extra thick layer of make-up by her left eye. A normal person probably wouldn’t have noticed, but Zxan did because he grew up with her his entire life.

“Did Chad do that to you?” Zxan asked as he approached her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Alyss responded, trying to walk around him.

“Well, for starters, there’s way too much make-up around your left eye for that to not be hiding something, and second, you don’t even wear makeup that often. Plus I didn’t hear from you all weekend, so what happened?” He asked, stepping in front of her.

“I wasn’t paying attention and I walked into a door.”

“I’m going to kick his ass.”

“You can’t!” She hurriedly replied, “You know you’ll go to jail for using your abilities on regs!” Zxan knew that “regs” was short for “regulars”, which is what the gifted called people without abilities.

“Who said anything about using my powers?” Zxan retorted.

“He’s twice as big as you, Zxan, and he’s the star quarterback. Please just leave it alone.”

“Alyss, I don’t want to leave it alone. What he did is wrong. What he is is wrong.” Zxan said, getting angry with Alyss for protecting Chad. “You know what? Forget it. I just want what’s best for you, but if you honestly believe that he’s not going to do that again, then you’re not as smart as everyone thinks you are.” He said, then he turned and headed towards the stairs that led to the third floor of the Academy.

His first hour class went by slowly because he couldn’t stop thinking about how badly he wanted to hurt Chad and how sad he got when he saw Alyss. He knew Alyss was smart. He knew she’d do the right thing, but just in case she doesn’t, he resolved to introduce Chad to immeasurable pain if it ever happened again.

Halfway through the lunch period, he had decided to head up to his next class to wait. Advanced Physics/Calculus with the insufferable Professor Vlad. Zxan usually sat by Alyss, but today he didn’t want to. He was still mad at her for protecting the woman beater, so he decided to sit at the very back-left side of the classroom, right next to the window that looks out over the track field. It was the only desk in the classroom, the rest of the seats being chairs at small, two-person tables.

He laid his head down on the desk and waited for the bell to ring. After a while, when the bell didn’t ring, he finally looked up. Nobody was in the room. Not even the professor, who had been there when he first entered. He could hear faint shouts, but tacked it up to being because of the lunch hour. He looked out the window and noticed that there was also nobody out there.

‘That’s weird,’ He thought, ‘There’s usually a PhyEd class going on right now.’

Then he noticed the man, floating 300 meters away, shooting beam of lights out of his eyes and evaporating people into dust. Zxan jumped to his feet and ran as fast as they would carry him. He was shouting for Alyss, but couldn’t hear anything over the students screaming in the hallway.

He spotted her, huddled near a doorway so she didn’t get trampled over by all the other students. He ran over to her, pushing his way passed hysterical teenagers and hysterical professors.

“Zxan!” She screamed as she spotted him running up to her.

“Alyss, are you okay? Are you hurt? I need to get you out of here.” He said hurriedly, looking around for their best exit route. They were on the second floor of the academy, the stairwell was stuffed with students and teachers trying to escape the now on fire building.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He said, then turned and pushed his way through the crowd to the room across the hall. He looked through the window and assessed the height then ran back to Alyss.

“We have to jump.” He said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her through the sea of students once more.

“What?! Are you nuts?” She shouted. “It’s got to be at least fifteen feet high!”

“Yup, more or less. But there are bushes down there. Just trust me, okay?” He said, turning towards her and positioning her in front of him with his back facing the window. “Grab my jacket right here.” He said, putting her hands on the chest portion of his jacket, near his collar bone, as he pulled his hood over his head.

“What are you doing?” Alyss asked, the fear obvious in her voice.

“Just hold on tight and do not let go.” He said, pulling her into him and holding her as tight as he could. Then, with a powerful leap backwards, he threw them both through the window. He bit his tongue as a shard of glass dug into his calf as they went through the now shattered window. They landed on the bushes with a loud crunch and Zxan let out a shout of pain.

“Alyss, are you okay?” He asked as he quelled the dizziness from his head.

“Yeah,” She started. “Wait! Are you alright? I just landed on you. And we fell a whole fifteen feet! Are you okay?” She asked hurriedly, tears streaking her face.

“I’m fine, Alyss, just a little back pain and a scratch on my leg.” He lied. In fact, his back pain was so immense that he was sure he wouldn’t be able to move for another five minutes, if at all. But a blast of fire and screams from above shook him out of his focus on his pain. He forced himself to his feet and grabbed Alyss. He pulled her clear of the Academy windows and checked her for damages.

“Alright, you seem to be fine right now, but I’m not taking any chances. Get on my back.”

“What?” Alyss asked, totally confused by his ridiculous request.

“Get on my back, now.” Zxan commanded without any hint at a joke.

“Okay, okay.” Alyss said as Zxan squatted so she could climb onto his back.

“Again, hold on tight.” He said as he stood up, reached his hand up and braced Alyss’s head against his shoulder. He took the other hand and pulled up his scarf around the bottom of his face for a mask, and then he took off. He ran as fast as he could to the hospital where his mother works. He knew that she’d know what to do.

When he reached the hospital, without slowing down, he grabbed two pieces of paper and a pen and wrote two separate notes, then skidded to a halt next to a gurney. He put Alyss on the gurney then leaned down and started talking as he slipped both notes into Alyss’s pockets.

“Don’t let them know you have abilities and do not tell them where you came from and who brought you here. Ask for my mom, okay? Her name is Roxanne Luis. And please, Alyss, stay safe.” And with that said, he rushed back to the school.

[janetbrown711]

The Covey’s

So... I made more ocs. Evelyn, Eric and Beatriz Covey are a wealthy family in Duckburg. Julian Covey, Beatriz’ husband and the twins father, is a banker who works with Louie often. Eric and Evelyn attend the same school as Hazel and Selena and are also in the same class.

Evelyn Covey

Evelyn is the younger twin by four seconds than her brother Eric. Her mother holds high expectations for her to become a dancer like she is. Evelyn is very gifted in the art of dancing but prefers to spend her time in theater classes than ballet. She’s closer to her dad than mom, even though both of them aren’t around too often. 

Personality:

Chill

funny

charismatic

confident

intelligent

stylish

maybe a bit short sided

lives for the spotlight

a bit spoiled and privileged 

star gazer

Looks: grey feathers all over (except on the top of her arms, those are brown and white), emerald green eyes, a white dyed streak in her curly oak brown hair, always wearing a scarf, and has a waning moon bracelet on her left wrist (her brother has the other half as a necklace). 

Likes:

her friends

reading

stars

the theater

acting

wearing suits (don’t tell mom)

blue

scarves

dying her hair

being  on her phone

her bro

Hazel

Selena

Scrooge McDuck

Dislikes

her mom’s rules

being underprepared

school

danger

french

spinach

Alice in Wonderland

Relationship with dad:

Very strong. Very much “daddy’s little girl”. He isn’t  home too  terribly often but he does try and wants to go to all of her theater performances, and that’s enough for her

Relationship with mom:

interesting. Of course she loves her mother she just hates how all her mother talks about is the future and how if she wants to follow her path she has to do blah blah and blah. Sometimes she wishes she was just... there and in the moment. 

Relationship with Eric: 

Very strong. Being twins is one of the strongest bonds known to man. They’re always there for each other and can always tell  when something is wrong. They’re almost never apart. 

Relationship with Hazel:

Is Hazel’s crush, but remains blissfully unaware. Despite Hazel’s anxiety, she is still pretty cool with her. She could tell the moment they met she had anxiety so she expresses much patience. (She’s much better at reading people than her brother).

Don’t tell a soul but she might also have a crush on Hazel too

Secret wish:

To cut her hair into a pixie cut and finally be herself on the stage without pressure from anyone. 

Eric Covey

Eric is the older twin by a proud four seconds, and often rubs it in. His father expects him to take over the family business when he gets older, which he has accepted gladly. He has no conflict or struggle with either parent.

Personality:

Chill

unaware of how to read people

relaxed

cocky

a bit privileged and unaware of the world around him

incredibly intelligent

charming

smug

the guy everyone has a crush on in middle/elementary school.

skilled

athletic

Looks: shaggy and wild red hair, ocean blue eyes that most girls get lost in, normally wearing his usual green shirt with his comfy blue jacket and his crescent moon necklace (the other half of Evelyn’s bracelet). Always wearing some sort of cocky and confident grin. 

Likes:

hot dogs

sports

basketball specifically

winter

green

blue

music

headphones

his sis

being on his phone

Selena

his friends

girls flaunting all over him

Dislikes:

girls flaunting over him

‘sensitive’ people

rude people

being snarked at

rules

styrofoam

Selena

clowns

reading

Relationship with dad:

Mentor student. His dad helped teach him everything he knows and more. They’re pretty tight.

Relationship with mom: 

pretty normal. She cares about him, he cares about her. Sure, she’s touring  a lot but she still calls every night and shows she cares so no biggie.

Relationship with Evelyn:

see above

Relationship with Selena: 

the one girl who will not flaunt over him and he loves that. He totally does not have a crush on her (she actually doesn’t) but they’re actually pretty close frenemies. All they constantly do is annoy each other when they’re not together and  when they are they’re arguing about something stupid about each other. It’s a perfect friendship built upon  annoying each other whenever possible. 

Secret wish: to make music and be able to run his father’s company at the same time.

Beatriz Covey

Beatriz Covey is a prima ballerina of a touring company and is extremely well known all over the country. Often she is  on tour and barely sees her husband or children outside of video calls. You can find her often in her ballet studio, or on tour. 

Personality:

graceful

charming

privileged

rich

confident

stubborn

elegant

passionate

welcoming

inspired

poetic

Looks: curly brown hair, forest green eyes, a tattoo of a full moon on her lower back, is always in some sort of outfit that is either extremely elegant and long (ex: a ballgown) or something  easy to move in (ex: a leotard or sweatshirt and leggings) there is no inbetween. 

Likes:

dance

music

reading

money

blue

green

diamonds

Alice in Wonderland

pink

pointe dancing

dancing in general

ballet

opera

rock and roll (don’t tell anyone)

ball gowns

Dislikes:

arguments

mumbling

disorder

waiting in line

driving

hip hop music

being away from her kids for more than a month

stud earrings

moving on from past events

letting go of plans and ideas

critics

being talked down to

disrespect

Relationship with husband:

Very complicated. Often they argue about work hours on both sides for the kid’s sake but both refuse to lighten up, so they stay in an endless loop of conflict. They still love each other yes, but it can be quite difficult. 

Relationship with Evelyn:

She likes to believe it’s better than it actually is. She likes to pretend it’s very student-mentor esque but it isn’t true. It’s shaky and also full of a lot of arguments, but she still loves her little girl to death. She just can’t let go of plans and expectations.

Relationship with Eric:

Closer to what she actually thinks this time. She is very proud of her boy for fully embracing taking on the family business and doing sports and she knows he’ll turn into a fine and proper young man.

Secret wish:  to be able to let go and move on

[glorycraft]

—    BASICS. ▸       IS  YOUR  MUSE  TALL  /  SHORT  /  AVERAGE ?  ARE  THEY  OKAY  WITH  THEIR  HEIGHT ?   he stands at 5′7″ in his mortal form, which is mostly an average height for a “human” male, if not a little bit on the shorter side. he doesn’t usually mind it until he comes across someone taller than him and has to look way up to meet their eyes. that’s when it bothers him. ▸      WHAT’S    THEIR    HAIR    LIKE ?   as dark black as his scales in his dragon form. it’s soft, wavy, glossy, with some curls. however, it is very thick and can be hard to comb. when it gets wet it starts getting curly, and after it dries it tends to fluff out and takes a while to comb it back down again. ▸     DO    THEY    SPEND    A    LOT    OF    TIME    ON    THEIR    HAIR     /    GROOMING ?   he spends a good amount of time on it. appearances do matter, after all. his dragon form does not need much grooming outside of keeping his scales nice and shiny, but he takes great care in his mortal form. he bathes regularly, keeps his facial hair clean and presentable, and spends plenty of time taming his hair with a comb. ▸      DOES  YOUR  MUSE  CARE  ABOUT  THEIR  APPEARANCE  /  WHAT  OTHERS  THINK ?  wrathion cares about his appearance, but not necessarily what others think about it. of course he wants to appear presentable and handsome, because he does have a vain streak. for the most part he puts effort into his appearance for himself, and nobody else.

—    PREFERENCES. ▸     INDOORS  OR  OUTDOORS  ?  outdoors. if he’s stuck indoors for too long, he starts getting antsy. outdoors feel more like home to him, and he’s able to stretch his wings properly. ▸     RAIN  OR  SUNSHINE  ?  it’s dependent on how he feels. for the most part, he prefers the sunshine, because the rain at times makes everything feel so gloomy. but there is also that excuse to curl up and do nothing and laze about when it rains, and he doesn’t often give himself time to relax. ▸     FOREST  OR  BEACH  ?  the beach. he’s kind of scared to get in the water though. ▸     PRECIOUS  METALS  OR  GEMS  ?  both. ▸     FLOWERS  OR  PERFUMES  ?  perfumes. but flowers are nice, too. ▸     PERSONALITY  OR  APPEARANCE  ?  a good mix of both. wrathion tends to focus more on personality, someone who can mesh well with him considering how he is, and someone who won’t bore him. however, he won’t pursue someone he thinks is physically unattractive. ▸     BEING  ALONE  OR  BEING  IN  A  CROWD  ?  despite his... loud personality, he prefers to be alone. ▸     ORDER  OR  ANARCHY  ?  order, to an extent. he is not above causing chaos for what he thinks is the greater good, however. ▸     PAINFUL  TRUTHS  OR  WHITE  LIES  ?  painful truths, no doubt about it. he is very blunt, and would prefer people be completely honest with himself as well. of course he’s told his own white lies before --- but very few.  ▸     SCIENCE  OR  MAGIC  ?  both. ▸     PEACE  OR  CONFLICT  ?  he believes you cannot have peace without first having conflict. ▸     NIGHT  OR  DAY  ?   night.   ▸     DUSK  OR  DAWN  ?   dawn. ▸     WARMTH    OR    COLD ?  warmth. ▸     MANY  ACQUAINTANCES  OR  A  FEW  CLOSE  FRIENDS  ?  it’s always good to have connections, but he’d prefer to have a few close friends. it’s not easy for him to make friends in the first place. ▸     READING    OR    PLAYING    A    GAME ?  both. he’s taken a fondness to reading, but also loves a good game like jihui. anything to keep his mind entertained.

—    QUESTIONNAIRE. ▸      WHAT    ARE    SOME    OF    YOUR    MUSE’S    BAD    HABITS ?   he has plenty. he has a bit of a drinking problem, turning to alcohol when he gets upset and would rather not deal with his emotions. he also has a short temper, and tends to blow up easily on anyone. he also has a habit of not thinking about the consequences of his actions, thus causing more problems for him even when his intentions were good. also, he closes himself off emotionally often. he doesn’t want anything that can be seen as a weakness exploited in any way. ▸      HAS  YOUR  MUSE  LOST  ANYONE  CLOSE  TO  THEM ?  HOW  HAS  IT  AFFECTED   THEM ?   no one... close to him. his whole family is basically dead, and partly because he had them killed, and that did affect him a bit. not having a family can really hurt, make it hard for you to find a sense of belonging, especially when you’re as busy as he is. everyone else around him has one, or had one that they knew, and he doesn’t. but he was never close with any of them. he has memories of his mother when he was still in his incubation stage, before he was purified, but he hardly has any affection towards her. ▸      WHAT  ARE  SOME  FOND  MEMORIES  YOUR  MUSE  HAS ?   pandaria is where most of his fond memories come from. a mysterious new land full of so many things to discover. adventures, glory, loot. that’s also where he met anduin, who was his first real friend. he has memories of flying across the green landscapes, through the forests and observing the wildlife. sitting in the tavern, drinking, playing jihui with anduin. pandaria also came with its own set of bad memories, however, and he struggles to remember the good. ▸     IS  IT  EASY  FOR  YOUR  MUSE  TO  KILL ?   no. despite the fact he had remaining black dragons killed, it would be hard for him to deal the final blow himself, contrary to what he might say. he is harsh, blunt, and explosive--- but he is no killer. ▸      WHAT’S  IT  LIKE  WHEN  YOUR  MUSE  BREAKS  DOWN ?  it usually starts with some kind of tantrum. a lot of yelling, a lot of fire breathing; swearing and stomping his feet. then come the tears, and when he cries it’s like a dam’s broken. the tears just don’t stop. he isn’t a loud crier, however. then he isolates himself, goes somewhere where he can curl into a ball and sob into his hands without being bothered. ▸      IS  YOUR  MUSE  CAPABLE  OF  TRUSTING  SOMEONE  WITH  THEIR  LIFE ?  he would have to know them well enough. he does not trust easily, at least not when it comes to putting his life in someone else’s hands. but it is possible. it just has to be the right person. ▸      WHAT’S  YOUR  MUSE  LIKE  WHEN  THEY’RE  IN  LOVE  ?   wrathion is so inexperienced with love, he wouldn’t really know how to act. but there is a visible change when he is around the person he’s interested in. he’s more open, his eyes are brighter, and he flirts in his own odd way. and he has the tendency to look at the person he’s interested in with big, sad puppy eyes when they’re not paying attention. and when he falls, he falls hard. he’s fiercely protective, devoted, and would shower his partner with affection. he would still flirt even when he’s already in a relationship with the person, and likes to make things fun. when he’s in love, it shows.

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[cryptidofthekeys]

Rob

And here is Robin! or Robbie, or anything BUT Robert lmao- uhh i, I legit- they just fucking appeared to me? I like made a Red Army theme in animal crossing in my home’s basement and it inspired me, its weird t h i s thing came from that but uh here it is! yet another keep reading bc all these things are long

| Name: His real name is Robert but it prefers to be called Robin or Robbie though, whenever someone and it was usual Red Leader called him by Robert, it was always serious and usually meant he was in trouble

| Nicknames: Rob, Robster, Bin, or Bee

| Gender: He/They/It (not strictly in that order, it doesn’t care which ya call em, just don’t stick to o n e)

| Age: N/A

| Height: 7ft

| Hair Color: Yellow with Black streaks (their hair is EXTREMELY messy and curly, kinda neck length but it doesn’t get close to touching their shoulders if that makes sense)

| Eye Color: Slimy Green

| Species/Race: Human

| Occupation: Mad Scientist for the Red Army obviously

| Skin Color/Body Type: Pale and Lanky as all hell

| Appearance: As per the Red Leader’s request he did wear a red and blue outfit BUT… It was custom made so it’d quit its bitching about the fucking itchy uniform, he legit just got a half assed blue labcoat with a nametag on it (fuckin doctor’s handwriting, cant read that shit at ALL), they’ve placed a few pins on the labcoat here and there (one being the symbol, another being a typical ‘trust me, I’m a doctor’ and the final one is just ‘God created me and I’m making that everyone’s problem’) underneath it is a red turtleneck that says ‘Affront to God’ on it, wears red and blue pajama pants bc he literally just cannot be bothered with fashion, he does have on combat boots though! (he also wears a black Pleather Mask)

He has no beard, doesn’t have claws, or gauges, or pointed ears- now he DOES have fangs though! I can’t think of any scars that stand out, just a lotta burns here and there probs from chemicals they mess with, it has some cuts n shit like that, usually he just slaps some cutesy looking bandaids over them til they heal- He’ll slap a LOT of cutesy bandages over wounds p much-

| Personality: Rob is a VERY unhinged individual, they are sadistic, cruel, and absolutely merciless when it comes to being given a test subject or to enemies in general, its not stupid in the slightest, they are just literally fucking insane and socially awkward too-

Robbie doesn’t know how to deal with anyone, the most contact they’ve had in a very long time has been Paul, Pat, or Tord and they aren’t… Necessarily the best, it’s always business and never pleasantries or anything fun or good! While Robbie is definitely chaotic and violent and has caused mass destruction on their own base and to their own ‘’teammates’’ Rob does fear Tord to an extent, bc even tho Bee is insane and unhinged, like I said, its not stupid- Robin KNOWS when to stop what their doing and listen, even though they are considered very useful, he knows the boundaries… Rob has been in trouble MANY M A N Y times before, they got in pretty severe trouble on one particular day …but oh never you mind~! What good is bringing up the past, hmmm~?

Ahem- Rob has a thirst for blood, violence, and pure chaos for sure- When working on an experiment or inventing something new for the army, Bee is very methodical, this is the most careful and calculating you can see them be- in fact Bee looks calm and actually s a n e when working on stuff, Robin takes extremely great pride in their work, experiments, gadgets and all- And this is where its intelligence REALLY shines, you won’t hear a lot of coherent or sentences that make sense BUT when Bee is in his work, you’ll hear a string of coherent sentences that make sense and might even make your head hurt if your not scientific. Bin seems a lot calmer when working as well, not as erratic and moving around every which way, very careful and paying full attention to his work.

It’s unknown if Bee actually likes Tord or not (again, even if Bin DOES like Tord, it’d definitely be to a certain extent) or if he’s doing this SOLELY bc of his lust for blood, violence, and danger and figures this would be the best way possible!

| Side Facts: I don’t wanna put too much in personality- so uh, Bin has an entire HUGE ass basement to himself essentially, it’s the underground Laboratory for the Red Army, only people who TRULY know of the basement’s existence is Paul, Pat, and Tord- to the rest of the army it is nothing more than a rumor, a rumor that some do discuss amongst themselves, their curious about it but figures if they tried to investigate, their leader would not be happy at all…

Tord tries his damnedest to keep the basement just a rumor, to keep it all under wraps essentially, will literally make Bin make the most ridiculous things JUST to keep them down there in the basement- Bee figured that trick out though and while they WILL follow orders bc they kinda have to… After it’s finished it has tried several times to break outta the basement, Tord even went as far as to get a maze built that connects to the lab, which seems to have worked somewhat, but eventually Robbie tried once more to break out, and that resulted in the final straw… They basically have a futuristic-esque door, it has a special access code that needs to be said in order to unlock the door (Tord probs has it written down in his office somewhere)

Tord, Paul, and Pat DO still go down there for business purposes and to give Bin any new blueprints for devices (Paul and Pat fucking hate the maze but say nothing, Tord do be regretting it now but it is what it is…Too late to go back and reverse it now so yeah)

Also they give Bee test subjects to experiment on as well but other than that, they don’t stay long, like I said when Tord and Bee interact it is STRICTLY business, no friendship is detected on Tord, Paul, or Pat’s side at the very least if anything Tord seems hella annoyed by Bin’s p r e s e n c e …I do wonder, just w h a t would happen if Bin just wasn’t t h a t useful anymore … :) but that’s a completely different story to tell~

One interesting thing I could answer would be… Was Robin always insane or after being essentially forced to stay in this Laboratory did they just snap? Honestly? It’s genuinely a mixture of both, Bee always had insanity, it's part of the mad scientist package! It always had a lil- okay a LOT of insanity inside I feel as edgy as that sounds, I mean Bin was already as unethical as it got so would it REALLY be that surprising?

I think if Bee could get the materials it wanted, it would excel at making little puppets! …They would probs try to make a puppet with real human skin or some shit though, they be a freaky bitch like that- That would be Robin’s hobby essentially, making puppets in their spare time if they could!

Bee loves bugs IMMENSELY! Insects have always fascinated Robbie, occasionally some bugs will get into the Lab and he’ll capture them, put them in lil containment units, keep them safe and feed them (like, Robin DOES still get food, I know I said strictly business n shit but goddamn Tord is NOT gonna let them fucking starve to death or dehydrate ya know) Rob will share its food with the bugs, specifically beetles and spiders are his favorites- Bee loves rats as well! Hasn’t seen any yet but if they did they’d totally keep them …s-separate from the bugs of course-

This is mostly for when I post Robbie’s document (”if I do” yeah uh well me of yesterday? Ya did it, congrats or whatever lmao) not part of Reider’s story at all, Reider doesn’t even fucking know this basement exists (he might know the base like the back of his hand essentially but he doesn’t TRULY know e v e r y t h i n g…~) …But I can safely say Robin and Reider would never get along, Reider would think Bee’s annoying and just TOO MUCH, wouldn’t wanna be around him and Bin would think Reider’s boring, just like Tord is- Bin could tell though Reider is an important member of the army p much just like Paul and Pat so it wouldn’t dare try to experiment on him or ya know tear him apart.

[sassyshoulderangel319]

Mage Queen

Notes: @moonlight-lyrics did me a HUGE favor with my masterlist and proofreading a few chapters of a thing I wrote so this is her thank-you note. And because I love her. I borrowed a bit from this but not 100% exactly.

“Psst!” Lyric hissed, pushing the door to Cass’ room open. The visiting princess groaned and shuffled in her bed. “Cass! Wake up!”

“What for?” Cass mumbled, grabbing a pillow and planting it over her head.

“We’re gonna sneak out!” Lyric was already rifling through Cass’ wardrobe, searching for the black traveling cloak she knew Cass owned. Once she found it, she pulled it out and threw it at Cass’s face. It managed to get between the gap of the pillows, striking Cass’ face. “Come on!”

Cass sighed and sat up. “It’s the middle of the night,” she said.

“That’s the point, Your Highness,” Lyric retorted sarcastically. “It’s a full moon tonight.”

“You know your woods are full of werewolves,” Cass mumbled, pulling the cloak off her head.

“That’s just a story we tell to scare kids into staying inside at night so patrolling knights don’t attack them,” Lyric dismissed.

“Why do you want to sneak out of your own castle?” Cass complained.

“Because it’s fun. Come on! We’re meeting Virgil and Patton and them out in the clearing!”

Cass got out of bed and slung the cloak on over her silver satin nightgown. “Fine. If you were anyone but my host queen and good friend I’d be staying in bed though,” she said, pulling a brush through her hair before flipping her hood up over her head. She pulled on a pair of boots.

“Well, you outrank almost everyone here except me,” Lyric commented with a grin. Cass snorted.

“And remind me again why we’re sneaking out? You could literally just walk out. No sneaking required.”

Lyric leaned her head back in complaint, making her deep blue hood fall off and letting her curly black hair fall in empty air. “Caaaaassssssssss!” she complained. “That’s. No. Fun!”

Cass rolled her eyes as Lyric straightened her head and pulled her hood back on, tucking her hair down the cloak to get it out of the way. “Ugh. Fine.”

Lyric grabbed Cass’ hand and pulled her out of her chambers and through the palace. “Let’s go!” she whispered.

Cass had always been a good friend of Lyric’s, even before Lyric was queen. Heck, the lightning princess spent more time at Lyric’s castle than her parents’ castle. Though, she and Lyric were quite different. Cass was a lightning mage---though she’d dabbled in fire magic as a child and still knew a few fire spells---and Lyric a shadow mage. They got along well despite the opposite poles of their magic and the fact that Cass’ mischievous streak was significantly smaller than Lyric’s. Cass was playful, but sneaking out wasn’t usually something she’d consider.

Lyric on the other hand...

She found it hilarious to sneak past her guards and knights. It never even occurred to her that such an act proved a security risk. If she could sneak in and out, someone else might be able to as well.

That being said, no one knew her castle better than she did. So perhaps not.

The two girls stole out of the castle, past the town that surrounded it, and out into the woods. Despite what Lyric said about there not being werewolves in the forest, there was certainly howling echoing through the trees.

Electricity crackled down Cass’ free hand in apprehension. She really wasn’t a woodsy person. She preferred the indoors.

The woods were dark, lit only by the full moon’s liquid silver-white light that managed to peek through the leaves of the trees.

When they finally slowed down, the queen and princess were in a large empty clearing.

Emphasis on empty.

Cass pulled her black cloak tighter around herself as a cool breeze blew across the moonlit clearing. “I thought you said your circle of advisors was going to be here,” she remarked, shivering.

“They’ll be here, worry-wart,” Lyric teased. “It’s just easier for me to sneak out than it is for them because I know that castle better than the back of my own hand.” She smirked and lifted up her hand. Shadows fell from it like foam off a waterfall.

“So... are we just out here to watch the moon or is there a point? Because it’s cold out here,” Cass complained.

“You are no fun tonight,” Lyric commented.

Cass shrugged. “I’m tired, Your Majesty,” she said.

The two exchanged titles like “Your Majesty” and “Your Highness” always with a hint of sarcasm. They were good friends and easily on first-name term, but they always used titles when they wanted to be annoying. (Or they had to because they were around other people who would expect them to.)

It was at that moment that Lyric’s circle of advisors turned up.

They were brothers, and the four of them had a very similar look to them. Each of them were powerful mages in their own rights, and they’d serve their kingdom---Lyric’s kingdom---to the end.

Roman emerged from the shadows in the trees first. He was a vivacious fire mage who always made sure that the few fire spells Cass knew were practiced and refined so she wouldn’t forget them.

Next to appear was Patton---the palace healer and eldest of the four. He was gifted with healing magic and made it his life’s work to care for everyone.

Third was Logan, who looked like he couldn’t be less interested in this late-night jaunt to the woods. He was an earth mage and in charge of strategy. Lyric often commented that he was easily one of the brightest minds in the kingdom, and he was proud to be so.

Last was Virgil. A lightning mage like Princess Cass---in fact the one who taught her most everything she knew. He was the youngest of the four brothers, but still a good ten years older than Cass and twelve older than Lyric. When Cass became something of a mainstay at Lyric’s castle, before Lyric was even queen, Virgil had taken Cass under his wing and taught her how to be a lightning mage.

“What’re we doing out here at this late hour, Your Majesty?” Logan asked, rubbing his eyes under his spectacles.

Lyric smiled. “We’re going to do a ritual that requires the full moon,” she informed them.

Virgil and Cass exchanged a cautious look. “What sort of ritual?” Cass asked. “I’m not interested in any blood oaths, thanks.”

Lyric waved her hand. “No, no. Don’t be ridiculous,” she teased. “Maybe next month. This month, we’re doing a Recharge Ritual. It’s an old magic ceremony my dad taught me. It helps boost magical abilities and clear the mind and soul of clutter. Think of it as a luxury relaxation treatment for your magic.”

Patton grinned. “Sounds great! What do we do?” he asked.

“Everyone sit in a circle,” Lyric instructed. Cass plopped down between the mage queen and the lightning mage in the long, soft grass. Lyric sat a bit more gracefully. Roman made a big show of taking his seat with dramatic arm flourishing. Virgil folded himself onto the ground silently and begrudgingly. Patton kept smiling as he hopped down. Logan looked at the ground in disdain before carefully perching himself on his feet so he wasn’t sitting on the grass. “Now hold hands,” Lyric said.

There were only one or two mutters under breath as hands were held---sounding like they came from Cass.

The few clouds cleared away from the moon, letting it shine in its full glory in the inky night sky.

Lyric began to hum. Roman quickly picked up the tune with Patton and Cass right behind him. Logan didn’t look thrilled at the idea of humming, nor did Virgil, but they joined anyway.

Gentle light began emanating from their skin. Where each hand was joined, the light was the color of moonlight---silver-white and peaceful. But the light from under each individual’s skin was different.

Virgil’s was pale violet---like the rare lightning bolts that weren’t blue-white. Cass’ was the blue-white of a common lightning bolt. Lyric’s was a deep, warm gold that darkened the shadows around her. Roman’s was the red-orange of dying flames. Logan’s the green of the earth. Patton’s a lively yellow.

They continued humming, letting the moonlight wash over them and cleanse their minds of stress and useless clutter.

By the time Lyric finished humming---and her friends fading out moments after---there was a sense of peace in the clearing. Each person took a deep breath and sighed.

Cass leaned against Lyric’s shoulder. “Okay,” she relented. “I’m glad you woke me up for this.”

Lyric cheered quietly. “Yesss!”

The advisors all smiled and got to their feet. “We should probably head back. Big day tomorrow,” Logan said.

“Mm,” Lyric agreed. “Guess so.”

They all started to sneak back through the forest. Roman, Virgil, and Cass lighting the way. Virgil and Cass with electric flickers in their hands, and Roman holding a fireball as casually as if it were a common stone.

And not a moment too soon. Dark cloud were brewing in the south, churning their way north, across the sky, toward the kingdom and the castle.

The lights were extinguished before they reached the castle so they could have fun sneaking back to their chambers. Lyric hugged Cass at the latter’s door. “Night, Nutty,” she teased.

“Goodnight, Your Majesty,” Cass replied with a rather cheeky grin, unfastening her cloak. “Get some sleep.”

“You too.”

“See you in the morning.”

“See you.” Cass ducked into her room, leaving Lyric to smile and stroll casually back to her own bedchamber, playing with the shadows cast by the torches as she did so.

Once inside, the storm overhead broke.

Lightning flashed, thunder crashed, and rain poured from the sky. Lyric grinned. “At least the weather held out till we were done,” she said to no one in particular. The burden of the kingdom felt lighter after the Recharging. She felt good. Happy.

[narutofoxlover]

How Marvin became Magnificent

            A young man with green hair walked along the streets of Athlone, his seafoam green eyes trained on the ground. The man’s name was Sean, but he preferred to go by Marvin. He was a softspoken person, quite unremarkable besides his unusual green locks. He wasn’t that way by choice though. He just found it hard to bring himself to stand out. And he hated that. He wanted to be someone that was remarkable, that everyone would want to pay attention to and possibly even revere. He wanted to be someone……magnificent. He just didn’t know how to accomplish that. 

             Out of nowhere, a flyer flew into his face. He pulled it off in annoyance and was about to throw it way when he saw what it was for. ‘Harlin’s Magic Shop. Authentic antique magicians tools and new tools for magic lovers and young magicians alike’ Was written on the flyer. Magic shop huh? He had always loved magic as a kid, heck he had even once dreamed of becoming a magician. Maybe he should check it out. He checked for an address on the flyer and saw that the shop was only a few blocks away. He hurried his pace, unaware that he was heading towards something that would change his destiny forever.

               Fifteen minutes later Marvin stood in front of the shop. It was in an old brick building with a ton of ivy crawling up the one side, the entrance a dark colored wood door with big dusty windows on either side. He could barely even see inside thanks to just how dirty the windows were. Jeez, had they never heard of Windex? He pushed open the door, causing a small bell to ring as he stepped inside. His jaw dropped as he took in the sights. They weren’t kidding when they said antiques. The place was full of cool, old magician stuff. 

                He carefully walked through the store, looking at everything in awe. This place was amazing! After a few minutes he found himself near the back of the store. He was about to turn and go check out the side he hadn’t been to yet when something caught his eye. In a glass case was a white porcelain mask, designed to resemble a cat face. Curious, he approached it to get a better look. The forehead of the mask had a red heart, a black club, a black spade, and a red diamond on it, the four symbols making a diamond shape. The inside of the ears was a bright green and it had a little red nose, the eyes outlined in black. Two maroon streaks were under each eye and it had six curly whiskers. Beneath the mask was a plaque that said, 'The Mask of Marvelo the Magnificent’. 

                  Something about the mask drew him in and he reached out to lift the case. “Unless you plan on paying eight hundred hundred dollars for that mask I suggest you don’t touch it,” A voice spoke up. Marvin visibly jumped, startled by the person’s sudden appearance. He turned around to face them, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. The person in front of him was an elderly gentleman, the hair under his flatcap was mostly grey with white speckled here and there and a bushy mustache sat on his lip. He leaned heavily on a wooden cane, the handle ornately carved into the face of a badger. 

                   "S-sorry. It’s a really nice mask. If you don’t mind me asking, who’s Marvelo the Magnificent? I’ve never heard of him,“ Marvin said, slightly intimidated by the salty old codger. "Doesn’t surprise me, his career ended way too soon. Marvelo was a true magician, none of the fake, smoke and mirrors stuff. Every trick he performed was real, despite what some may say. He once made a wooden statue of a cat come to life, becoming a real flesh and blood feline. And that is merely one of the many magnificent feats he pulled. Unfortunately, at the height of his career, he developed cancer. And sadly, his magic could not cure illnesses. He died within a month of being diagnosed. He was my great uncle. It was he who inspired me to open this shop,” The man said. 

                    “Oh. I take it you’re Harlin then?” The man nodded. “At your service,” He said, taking a bow. Marvin found himself staring at the mask again, the strange pull still there. “You know, before he died, Marvelo supposedly placed all of his magic within that mask. So that whoever was worthy might inherit his power should they put it on. You seem quite enamored with it, and no one else has really shown much interest before. It only collects dust here, and it does not have much sentimental value as I barely knew the man. Tell you what, you promise to take good care of it, and I’ll let you have it. For free. I think it’s taken a liking to you,” Harlin said.                            Marvin’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?! Y-you’d really let me have it?” He stammered. The man just said it was worth eight hundred dollars, and he was giving it to him for free? “I have no need for money, I’m quite well off, and I have the feeling that you are meant to have it. Go ahead, you may take it,” Harlin told him. A bright smile lit up Marvin’s face and he thanked him profoundly. Marvin carefully put the mask into his shoulder bag and started to leave. “And hey, maybe that old mask will help you come out of your shell Marvin,” Harlin called after him. Marvin froze. “Wait, how do know my-,” When he turned to face him, Harlin was mysteriously gone, “name.” Where did he go? A little creeped out now, he hurriedly left the store and headed home.

                        When he finally got home Marvin flopped down on his couch with a sigh. Well that was an interesting day. He glanced at his shoulder bag which he had left on the coffee table. He was feeling that weird pull again. He got to his feet and grabbed the bag, heading into his bathroom. He set it down on the counter and pulled out the mask. He stared at it for a moment, turning it over in his hands and running his thumb along the detailing. Curiosity getting the better of him, he lifted it up to his face and slid it on. 

                        He looked up at his reflection in the mirror. It was funny, it felt…..right to be wearing it. Like it was meant for him. A soft hiss escaped him when pain suddenly lit up right behind his eyes, a burning sensation on his forhead. His whole body suddenly froze against his will, mouth slightly ajar and eyes wide as a bright blue glow emitted from his eyes. ~An heir has been found. You, Marvin McLaughlin, shall inherit Marvelo’s power. Use it to spread joy and wonder as he once did. No longer shall you be ordinary, young Marvin. Now you are Marvin the Magnificent,~ A soft, feminine voice whispered in his mind. 

                         Marvin gasped for air when the paralysis left him, gripping the counter tightly as his body trembled, leaning over the sink. He ripped the mask off of his face, still breathing heavily. Recalling the burning feeling, he quickly looked up at the mirror. He gasped in shock. Branded on his forehead were the same symbols as the ones on the mask. It could almost pass for a tattoo if it weren’t for one thing. The symbols were glowing. The club and spade had a red glow to them, the glow seeming to swirl as if it were a mist. The heart and diamond glowed black. Just like with the club and spade, the glow over the heart and diamond had a swirling motion to it.

                       He was about to reach out to grab the mask and was startled when it started to float towards him, his irises glowing a vibrant blue. A glow matching the glow in his eyes surrounded the mask. Was he doing that? The mask landed in his outstretched hand and the glow faded, both from it, and his eyes. Holy shit, that old man wasn’t kidding. The mask really did have magic in it. Or at least, it used to. Now all that magic was in him apparently. He glanced at the symbols on his forehead again. No way could he let people see them, they’d think he was a freak.

                         As his attention returned to the mask, a thought crossed his mind. ~Marvin the Magnificent huh? Has a nice ring to it. And isn’t this exactly what I was looking for? A chance to be something more? Heh, looks like I finally got that chance, just not in the way I expected,~ He grinned as he donned the mask again, ~Look out world, here comes Marvin the Magnificent. Prepare to be amazed.~

(( Here’s the little thing I said I was working on earlier. Hope you all enjoy. @magic-marvin-protection-patrol ))

[mermaidvenom]

I noticed you reblogged a character ask meme, but who are your characters?

as a teenager I created many ocs for may fandoms but unfortunately  I never wrote any of those ones down but currently the ones I did write down this time and decided to actually put my ideas on paper I have 3 technically 4 but one of them I didn’t design.

ill start with an explanation on the one that is technically mine but also technically not @slukenxyuri made a post awhile ago and made people free icons for their blogs I asked if they would make me a forest mermaid icon and they did later I gave the mermaid a name she’s called Naia which depending on the name definition websites you use means Wave or Water nymph (I had been looking for name for a different character of mine saw that and just thought It suited the mermaid) but all I did was name her I haven’t given her a personality as of yet though canonically even though she resides within the ocean her aesthetic is forest and she’s torn between living in the sea and wanting to reside within a forest (at least that was the info I gave the artist) but how she’s looks is all down to @slukenxyuri I take no credit for that I just got attached and decided she deserved a name XD

my ocs (that I made) include

a Detroit become human oc called Olive: she’s an android and her model is one of those shop assistant android’s that wear the cute polka dotted uniforms I cant really tell you much more about her though she does become deviant that’s the only thing that stayed consistent about her everything else I kept changing and changing (I think I should revisit and work on her again give her a solid back story) her android model is a vh500 and canonically this is what the uniform looks like in game 

but in my head canon for her the top of her uniform where the polka dots are is green as opposed to pink to but I nice lighter green than the apron I know I wanted her function/job to be something nature based maybe working in a plant nursery or something (originally I did have her working at urban farms and caring for the bees because I have this habit when I make ocs I put a little of my self in all of them and I love bees) as much as I would love that to be her backstory canonically it didn’t make sense for her model to be working there so I scrapped the idea.

 a good omens OC: Esmerelda she’s a recent creation of mine and her profile is basic but these are the notes I have about her 

demon who resides in Scotlandresponsible for legend of the loch ness monster/water kelpie powers are similar to that of a siren black curly hair with green streaksgreen reptile like eyes (I just like the idea of the whole reptilian eye thing plus sort of go the idea from watching the tv series Salem the character Tituba gets blinded by crows and replaces her eyes with that of a cats I know its not reptilian but they did look very much the same and I just wanted her to have them and I mean technically she is reptilian since she’s essentially Nessie or the loch ness monster if you prefer) pale skin

she’s also very chaotic hence how in my head canon at least a quarter of the Scottish legends are down to Esmerelda.

some people have mistaken her for selkie and others a witch because she was just around in Scotland when all those mystical tales where a thing I haven’t really done research on dates and she hasn’t got an age yet (but she’s not as old as Crowley and Aziraphale even though age doesn’t mean anything to an immortal and I haven’t worked out the details of her demonic nature yet like was she an angel who fell or was she always a demon I need to do some research on the good omens canon like if its possible to just be “Born” a demon in this universe or if they all start off as angels and fall.

Last but not least my only complete oc Nerissa. she’s my mc for the arcana romance game I play. I haven’t got around to drawing her but I used a dress up game to get a basic gist of what I picture her looking like ( will probably do the same with Esme at a later date) 

her full name is Nerissa Morgana Dzovag

he favourite flowers are Amsonia commonly known as blue star flowers

her familiar is a nightingale called noisette (which was a gift from her brother Caspian) 

her birthday is the 13th of January which makes her a Capricorn her element is earth and her birthstone is garnet 

her favourite food is lemon cakes 

her favourite drink is peppermint tea

and her love interest is Julian Devorak 

canonically all mcs are magicians/ magic users and canonically something else happened but I wont spoil for those who are yet to play the game. 

also Nerissa is a mermaid I wont go into the long ass back story I wrote for her but basically her farther and her brother (who was a kid at the time) were pirates looking for this legendary treasure along with their ships captain. mermaid was guarding treasure fight happens between pirate captain and mermaid they kill each other Nerissa’s farther who was first mate now captain goes to look in treasure chest assuming that’s where the treasure is because duh lol finds a baby Nerissa instead and adopts her as his own. 

then I made it fit in with the arcana canon by making her farther the brother of the canonical aunt all mcs have and Nerissa decides to go to Vesuvia to work in her aunts shop and the rest is history (at least for those who have played the game XD)  

SORRY ABOUT THE LONG ANSWER

also fun fact about Nerissa I picked her name from a baby naming book where the theme was mermaids/ocean and was still unsure about giving her that name what made me decide to keep her as Nerissa was one day I decided to watch the merchant of Venice because Jeremy irons was in it and I love him.

only to find that there is a character in it called Nerissa ( I cant remember if she is in the play I’ve only read it once) who is lady in waiting to Portia 

and in the arcana Julian’s sister is called Portia and vesuvia is basically Venice when you strip it down to its bare essentials 

so I was like well that fits ill keep her as Nerissa to me it was just like it was meant to be 

[lv-ha]

Hello! I just went through a bit your blog, loved it and I was wondering if I could have a marauders era (boy) ship? I have light brown hair thats extremely curly (like Merida) and dark green/hazel eyes. I'm 5'6. Ultra feminist and LGBT activists. I love anything to do with literature and photography. you'll never see me without a book and earbuds. I always speak my mind and can be a bit blunt. I'm studious,sarcastic,and sporty(would play beater)If you can make me laugh you're my favorite person

Thanks love xx

I ship you with: James Potter

You and James had known each other since you were born. Your families lived next door to each other and you swore you spent more time at his house than you did your own. You would constantly be playing in each others’ gardens and flying around on your toy brooms racing each other from one yard to another. You were practically each others family. The day you both received your Hogwarts letters was one of the happiest days you could remember. You always preferred to sleep in where as James always woke at the crack of dawn, so you were nothing short of annoyed when your best friend came pounding on your bedroom door at the ungodly hour of 8am.

“Y/N, THEY’RE HERE, THEY’RE HERE! Y/N, WAKE UP!!!!” You groaned as your best friend came bounding through your bedroom door.

“What is here James…” you mumbled, your voice still laced with sleep. “And I swear to Merin if this is some stupid prank toy you’ve received I am giving it to my owl…”

“Our letters genius… our Hogwarts letters came with this mornings post!” James said waving two envelops in front of your face. At hearing this, you jumped from your position on the bed and grabbed your letter from his hand. This was the day that the two of you had been waiting ages for. You both joined your mother and father downstairs for breakfast while James and yourself chattered excitedly about what would happen when you got to get your own wands and once you got to Hogwarts. It was no surprise that you were both sorted into Gryffindor that September and you both quickly befriended other students in Gryffindor tower. The two of you met a boy named Sirius Black while on the train and the three of you became inseparable. The two of you always had a competitive streak and this never changed over the years. You were competitive over EVERYTHING, from something as small as how many Bertie Bott’s beans you could eat in under a minute (for which you were always the winner), to something as big as which one of you could get the highest mark on a test. You both tried out for the quidditch team in second year and much to your friends surprise you made the team. James became a chaser and you were a beater. Although you did not look strong, you were and you quickly became the secret weapon of the Gryffindor team. You spent as much time as possible together and it felt weird when one of you had spare time and weren’t with the other. However, as you got older, the bond between best friends turned into something else and you no longer saw James as your annoying, protective best friend. He was now the attractive chaser of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, who all the girls drooled over. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t feel differently about James and it pained you to see him out with other girls. But little did you know that James was feeling the same way. He loved to watch you try and tame your crazy curly hair and whenever Sirius, Remus or Peter teased him about his crush on you, he told them to shove off while he continued to watch you talk to your friends with a small smile on his face. It wasn’t until after the incident during a Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match that James finally admitted his feelings to you. The match had been very intense and the Slytherin beaters were having a go at yourself and your fellow beater to try and knock you off your brooms. Gryffindor was winning the match and you prayed that it wouldn’t be much longer until the snitch was caught. James had just scored another point and as you turned to cheer for him, you felt the whiz of a bludger fly past your head and before you had the chance to react, a second bludger hit your broom, sending you flying to the ground. When James saw what had happened he zoomed past the other players, who looked at him as if he was mad. He tried to catch you before you hit the ground but could not get there in time and your body hit the ground with a hard thud. Once on the ground James threw his broom to the side and bolted as fast as he could to where your body was laying on the ground.

“Y/N! Y/N! wake up, can you hear me?” he yelled helplessly. Your mouth emitted a small yelp of pain before you went limp again.

James accompanied an unconscious you to the hospital wing and refused to play until he knew that you were okay. He sat next to your bed with his head in his hands and rubbing his eyes. You had broken multiple bones and from the height you fell from, it was a wonder you were even alive. When Sirius came running through the doors to the hospital wing, James lifted his head and wiped his eyes on his arm once more. Sirius’s eyes widened when he saw the state that you were in.

“I-is she going to be a-alright?” he said lowly, his eyes not leaving your unconscious figure.

“Madam Pomfrey says that she will be fine but it will take a while for all the bones to h-heal.” James said quietly afraid he would break down again.

“Merlin mate, that was a hard fall. You were too far away, you wouldn’t have been able to catch her. Don’t blame yourself, you know she wouldn’t have.” Sirius said moving to put his hand on James shoulder. A small groan sounded from your lips and the two boys shot to your bedside to see if you were okay, Madam Pomfrey had given you a potion to help with the pain so you wouldn’t be in too much when you woke up.

“Merlin Y/N you scared me, please don’t ever do that again…” James said grabbing your hand and holding it so tight you thought he would pull it off.

“It’s okay Jamie, I can hardly feel a thing,” you said with a small giggle and both boys knew it was due to the potion.

“I’m gonna give you a minute.” Sirius whispered to James, smiling as he turned to leave. You tried to sit up but James made you stay down so you would not hurt yourself further. You smiled up at him while he cupped your cheek in his hand. He leaned in and left a lingering kiss on your forehead and before you could say anything James spoke up.

“I know that I should have said this sooner Y/N but I am so in love with you. Please don’t ever get hurt like this again.” You thought you must have misheard him due to the fact that you were out of it, but you could always read his eyes like a book, regardless of what you were under the influence of.

“I love you too James, but I can make no promises on the second part.” You giggled and he laughed as he kissed your forehead again and sat on the edge of your bed.

“Of course love, get some rest.”

Best Friend: Sirius Black

Lisa xx

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