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moonillfated · 5 months

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✩░▒▓▆ 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ▆▓▒░✩

"'Cause I'm losing what's left of my dignity, a small price I'll pay to see that you're happy. Forget all the disappointments you have faced, open up your worried world and let me in." 🚬

Or; Two rockstars talk about constellations, trash polka, and sparklers that smell of fake IDs & leftover cereal.

☆ Merry X-Mas @raggedy-dxctor

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There's a buzzing stuck under Corin's skin, electric and charged. Somehow, he thinks while his blood rushes with glitter missiles, it never gets old to feel this whizzing rush after a performance. Sharp, tangy citrus clings to his hair - pomelo soda whose sparkling bubbles wet his hazel locks, excitement forces you to spill a whole juice can at the final vocal pitch of Puppy Love. Somehow, even though sour acid of tonic makes his eyes burn, he blinks evenly against the flashing spotlights. Mirth, sequins- there's leopard print beneath that makes his knees buckle, his nose twitch. Dressed in primary colors and geometric spangles, 'you look like a fruitloop' says a cocky voice, slight smokers rasp. For a hot minute he's in on a different stage, between nicotine, blueberry rum rinsed leather - standing like a gunslinger or gargoyle with razor lyrics.

More neon beams onto his sweaty face as he closes his eyes, simply bathing in whatever syrupy vapor decides to float his way. All sorts of gifts are thrown at him, flowers and clothing articles - the cheers of the crowd fade into a low hum, like fireflies or the static of a boombox. And he can't help but grin, alive and lungs full of candid fog that creeps put of the machine. Tounge stained with mandarin cough drops, Corin blows a playful kiss at his audience and waves. He smells the acetone of his neatly applied nail polish on his curled fist around the microphone. Lights drop like molten gold from the ceiling of the backdrop, cheap, popsicle wrapper tattoos line his arms - rhinestone stickers, he's pretty sure specks of a glowstick are jumbled with his freckles, like the briolette, kandi bracelets wrapped around his wrists.

"Thank you everyone, for coming tonight!" Corin shouts, beaming at the loud screaming he gets in return. A flamingo platform with a number - like watching surfing videos. Transparent ballyhoos hug and wrench him to remain longer, pleading for encores or just a little chat. It warms his heart that so many individuals love his gigs, how lionized and feted he felt upon stepping up that familiar vinyl. He skips down the steps, grinning softly when his managers and team shove a bottle of fresh water into his sweaty palms. He poured his soul into every single note, made sure to swallow melodies like cinnamon whiskey. There's a hand on his shoulder, a pat from his drummer and member compliments, air clinging heavy to tunes, reluctant to let them dwindle into oblivion. He peeks behind the curtains at the swaying sea of bodies still raw, full of energy, faces blurred into flushed cheeks and mascara striped tears. Corin snickers, perks his sticky lips, and dissappears behind the seashell curved amphitheater before his supervisors can even realize he's gone.

He has never snuck out as a teenager before, but Milo described the thrill of breaking patterns, busted knuckles, and scatterbrained limericks he wrote on license plates. He rummages through his messy suitcase and pulls out the patched, shearling aviator bomber. He steps over setlists, ginger ale cans, tinsel - nearly trips and breaks his nose. It feels tipsy to tip-toe across the dressing room, still high on cologne and adrenaline, helium miasma, sonic bubbles. He just needs to manage to slip past unseen, a little shadow in denim and disco, guided by nothing but the distant flicker of an exit sign.

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It's rare their schedules mix, allign. Scuffed, road-worn converse tap along the cool pavement. He curses, pulls his jacket a bit tighter, and hisses through his teeth. Thankfully, Corin didn't have any unfortunate run-ins with fans that yanked at the chainlink fences behind the vents. He did see all the posters with out of pocket messages, camera clicks from paparazzi. Slowly, the moon winks at him behind the tattered clouds, twinkles of metal halides, traffic poles - he allows himself the freedom to pick up a penny. The spot they agreed to meet up at is not far away from his concert location, down the alley and up the main subway road. Tyres reek of blistering rubber, he hears them before he notices the black Trans Am pull up beside him - bronze firebird bastard.

He stops, crosses his arms, taps his foot impatiently. The driver of the old timer brings his vehicle to a low, gravelly bellow. Once he comes to a halt, rolling down his tinted window, the ebony haired male at the wheel lulls his head to the rim. "Get in." He instructs, scratchy, husky - eyes zipping to his rear view mirror. And he does, all too comfortable and familiar. The seats are cold, worn surfaces that have him scooting further inside until he settles snugly into the passanger spot. It smells of remote Septembers, tobacco, parrafin paint, and horror movie nights. All of a sudden, he is ten and in New Jersey, there's a boy with a bruise on his jaw and he is the only person who approaches the snaggle-toothed delinquent. Now he sits with the same man, looking at his inked limbs that he remembers patching up one too many times, gauze, bandaids.

"Did anyone see ya'?" And there's playfulness to the question, eager and bone crushing. He rolls his brown eyes, going to turn up the radio as Milo hurries up the roaring car. It swerves almost lazily. "I wouldn't be here if someone did, idiot." Corin flops his head against the rest and glances at his friend waggish, pure - of course the younger male refuses to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his stare, drifting his icy orbs, illuminating diodes. There's no riposte, no jab or snarky comment. Even though he was fully expecting one back, it's surprisingly nice to bathe in silence that will never feel awkward. Jumping out of his skin, the spikes of the tallers cufflinks graze his bare knees through the rips, holes of his baggy jeans. A few creative vulgar phrases later and fidgeting with the glove box, he slams the compartment hard until it pops open. Puzzled, he observes the cluttered drawer, not bothering to catch the fallen zippo or dice keychain.

"Grab that shit for me, would ya'?" He doesn't get what first, but one tattooed finger points at a cardboard container. He reaches and takes it - Blockbuster Sparklers, he steals a bounty bar too. Comics, epipen and cellophane, altoid mints and cash. It's all so chaotic but neat at the same time, Corin scoffs at the british branded hinge-lid packs of burning cancer on top of a guitar chip pouch, Woodbine. "This?" He holds it up, dangling the white case to make sure he didn't mix it up with a cigarette receptacle. Milo nods curtly, abrubtly cutting a serrated corner to escape the bustling gridlock so they get out of the city hub faster. He shuffles a bit to regain his position and shoots an offended glare at the pale bassist. "Still can't believe you're legally allowed to drive." To prove the point, he veers his beloved vintage car more promptly down a busy boulevard.

"I will file a lawsuit, in case you forgot we're both kind of famous." Milo gives him a look, annoyed and snide. Corin huffs as he peels open his chocolate and bites a mouth full of creamy coconut. It's only ten minutes more until he parks by an abandoned warehouse, always the same, empty lot by the toyons, where the meter maids never check. It's impressive how well he knew the Los-Angeles streets, every lane, crescent. Ceasing their bickering for later, the lead vocalist and shredder both leave Milo's ride to tackle the vacant depot. Vandalized graffiti masonry, ivy shrouded walls that coil all the way up towards the flat roof. He fiddles with the keys and locks the car with a dramatic jingle, confident, arrogant even. Fishnet sleeves, biker jersey with random pins he most likely pocketed off of his devotees, Corin follows the flashy M sewed onto his lanky back - not being able to resist shoving him.

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If there's one thing Corin never expected to do, it's to associate torrid smoke with home, to make his toes curl. It clings in the late night, summer breeze and roves, tangles with the scent of rotten heat. He takes a sip of his capri sun, plops a fourth haribo sour worm, and inches just a tad closer to the slates to watch all the town's flickering lustre. "Deneb is such a fuckin' diva." He hears Milo grumble, puffing out a cloud of toxins.

"Deneb?" He asks, chewing the pink and yellow gummy. His friend drones, taking a deep drag. He raises his pointer, chipped black. "That guy." Following his directions to see a cluster of stars that spiral like a bird, wings spread and twinkling. "A real show stopper." Apparently he was an astrologer too, not just a lavish strummer. Corin never payed attention to constellations much, nor did he openly research their names and shapes. This one however was exactly like Milo said, a peacock amongst the vast midnight blue. "Takes one to know one." He nudges his side light-heartedly, laughing, alive and full of holograms, singapore sling with too much pineapple. It glistens just as he gets a punch delivered to his shoulder, exactly with the clenched hand decorated in trash polka designs - some crimson, obsidian calligraphy and ravens.

"Shut the fuck up and hand me the firecrackers." He pops another candy into his mouth and hands him the dangerous toys. Milo rubs out his coffin nail onto the bricks, it sizzles and dissolves into a pile of rutilant ashes. Corin holds his one out and waits till the other lights it, gasoline and blaze, until it crackles wickedly against the thin skin of his hands like popping kerosene. He's twelve again, for the second time after his tiring show, in prep school - on the creaking laminate of their gym. A boy with a grumpy sneer, bleeding nose, another kid with granola bars and Alcott's novel clutched firmly. A few years later, those same fingers hold a bowl of leftover cheerios, fake IDs, switchblades and rosaries. But right now, even with all the hectic work their lifestyles include, it's just two people breathing something rich, voltaic.

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Fate Fanservant: Moll Dyer, The Witch of the Frozen Rock(Avenger)

Ascension Stages:

First Stage: A mess of silver hair covers her head, and pouches full of strange medicines are seen attached to a worn-out white dress by belts. She stares ahead with an annoyed gaze as she leans against an old-fashioned walking cane as dark as pitch.

Second Stage: Atop her head is an old-fashioned witch’s hat, pure white and ragged. Her walking cane has been replaced with a traditional wizard’s staff, and her clothing is much more elegant and refined, akin to a noblewoman’s.

Final Stage: Her left arm has been replaced with a prosthetic made of solid ice, as has her right leg. Patches of ice cover her clothes and face, even blocking out one of her eyes. Points of sharpened ice jut out from her clothes, and the shadow of a white hound can be seen looming behind her.

Traits:

Class: Avenger Alternate Class: Caster, Alter Ego

True Name: Moll Dyer

Source: American History Region: America Alignment: Neutral Evil Attribute: Man

Known as: The Witch of the Stone, The Frozen Witch, The Witch of the White Hound

Voice Actress: Saori Hayami

Deck: QAABB

Parameters:

Strength: D Endurance: B- Agility: B Mana: EX Luck: D NP: A++

Theme:

Donovan - Season of the Witch (Official Audio)

Aviators - Scarlet Vow (Halloween Song | NEW EP!)

Passive Skills:

Avenger C:

It is said that long after Moll Dyer's physical body died and was lost to time, her spirit still lived on as a curse upon those who dared make their way to what remains of her home. The land itself is barren, and lightning strikes the area an abnormal amount of times.

(FGO Effect): -Increases own NP generation rate when taking attack by 16%. -500% Chance to reduce party's debuff resistance by 6% except self. (Including sub members) [Demerit]

Self-Replenishment (Magic) EX:

Her heart has been lost, torn out and crushed by the actions of the small town she had lived in. In its place is only bitterness and hatred, and a grudge that will never truly be satisfied no matter what. Humanity's own paranoia and cowardice, scorned her, destroyed her, and ultimately killed her. For this, the only retribution will be to do to them in kind.

The harshness of winter will engulf everything, man, woman, child. Nothing will be left from the aftermath of her righteous fury.

(FGO Effect): -Charges own NP gauge by 4.2% every turn.

Oblivion Correction C:

She will never forget that night, when she was chased from her own home. When the men shouted accusations of witchcraft at her, and pulled at her hair and clothes to try and have her hanged. When she had to flee from the wreckage of her own burning house for a crime she had never even committed. When she died alone and unloved in the cold winter, cursing humanity's horrible cruelty.

(FGO Effect): -Increases own critical damage by 6%.

Shaper of Lands EX:

A variation on the Territory Creation skill, this power allows the wielder to morph the very world around them however they please. Empowered by the Irish goddess of the land and weather and blessed by the grace of God, the very ground Moll walks on is turned into a barren wasteland of snow and ice, akin to a grand temple where she reigns as the sole goddess and ruler. With the power of the goddess that shaped the land itself, Dyer can fell mountains into valleys, raise canyons into peaks that scrape the sky, and shape the world around her as she sees fit.

In essence, she has no need to make a territory for herself, as Moll Dyer's territory is wherever she makes herself known.

(FGO Effect): -Increases own Arts performance by 12%. -Increases damage by 250. -Increases own debuff resist by 25%.

Active Skills:

Merciless Winter A:

Having been blessed by the goddess Cailleach in order to pursue her vengeance against the wickedness of humanity, Moll Dyer's power manifests as an incredible power over both snow and storm alike, allowing her to bring down divine wrath on her enemies with a terrible vengeance, freezing over anyone and everyone much like how Moll herself ended up frozen in the harsh winters of Massachusetts.

Alongside Cailleach's power, Moll can cast down terrible curses on her enemies, typically manifesting as the four tragedies most associated with her. The plague that drove the town up into a frenzy looking for someone to blame. The fires that engulfed her home and forced her to flee for her life. The uncaring coldness of winter where she froze to death. And the terrible curse that manifested as her undying grudge against humanity and its cruelty.

(FGO Effect:) -Apply buff to self (3 turns): --Decrease ATK for all enemies each turn (1 turn). --Decrease Defense for all enemies each turn (1 turn). -Inflicts Evil Curse status for 3 turns to all enemies. -Chance to Stun all enemies

Innocent Monster (Witch) EX:

The skill given to those whose lives were distorted and broken by mankind, warping their Saint Graph as a result. In the case of Moll Dyer, even though she worked as a healer of the ill and injured, the townsfolk saw her as a witch for her solitary life and status as an immigrant. Soon enough, rumors about her ignited like wildfire, whipping her home of Leonardtown into a fervor once a plague struck them. Believing that they had been cursed by Dyer, the townsfolk set her house ablaze, and forcing her to flee into the forest, lest she be put to death.

Moll Dyer's body was found a few days later by a young boy, frozen solid with an arm raised up into the sky in a silent prayer to god. Yet another victim of the hysteria of humanity.

(FGO Effect:) -Gains critical stars every turn for three turns. -Increases damage against debuffed enemies for three turns. -Inflict Spreading Fire status to self for five turns[Demerit]. -Greatly increase NP Gauge if burned(1 time, five turns).

Aloof Mercy B+:

Despite the fact that she claims to have abandoned any and all humanity she had left, Moll Dyer is still a competent witch with knowledge of many herbal remedies with the ability to cure sickness. While she is nowhere near as talented as Servants such as Asclepius or Nightingale, one can still find Dyer working on her own medicines. If one asks her, however, she will deny it to her very grave.

Perhaps she still has a little faith in humanity left after all.

(FGO Effect:) -Recovers party's HP every turn for five turns. -Removes party's debuffs. -Increase party’s resistance to critical hits for five turns.

Noble Phantasms:

Noble Phantasm: Séadchomhartha an Bhróin - The Moll Dyer Rock

Rank: A++ Maximum Targets: 5000 Range: 400km Classification: Anti-Army

The symbol of Moll Dyer's tragic and untimely demise, the Moll Dyer Stone is a minor artifact associated with curses and superstition that can still be found at Leonardtown, Maryland where she died. It is said that Dyer was found, hands and knees on the stone, frozen to death in a silent prayer to God to destroy the people that had run her out of town and killed her. Many of the townspeople's descendants have attributed personal tragedies to the curse of the stone, and those who have touched the stone have stated to have fallen ill, felt a deathly cold, or even fainted outright in its presence.

As a Servant, the Moll Dyer Rock has changed to something completely different. Thanks to the powers of the goddess Callieach, the stone has transformed into a massive menhir that towers over the land, a symbol of her own hatred of mankind. When Moll is in her menhir's range, her magical powers become amplified even further, and in turn all enemies within its range become afflicted by heavy curses. Simply destroying the menhir isn't enough to stop it entirely, either, as thanks to her powers over the land, Dyer can merely recreate another one in a matter of minutes.

(FGO Effect:) -Remove all buffs from all enemies(Applies first) -Increases damage against debuffed enemies for three turns(Applies first) -Deal heavy damage against all enemies -Decrease debuff resistance for all enemies for three turns -Inflicts Evil Curse status for 3 turns to all enemies

Noble Phantasm: Cú Bán Seilge - Visage of My One Friend

Rank: C+ Maximum Targets: 1 Range: — Classification: Anti-Unit(Self)

As a means of remembering the one creature who ever showed her true kindness, Moll Dyer can take the shape of a fearsome white wolfhound that can disappear and reappear like a phantom, passing through walls to shred at the victims behind them or phasing through attacks to avoid potentially fatal wounds. In essence, Moll Dyer becomes a ghost sent by God to destroy the evil and sinful of the world, taking the visage of the one being who protected her from the evils of man.

If the need arises, Dyer can also assume a form that is between human and hound, becoming a towering werewolf that retains both the hound's ghostly powers and fierce fangs and the witch's terrible magics and commandment over both earth and frost, becoming akin to a devil that torments the wicked.

Voice Lines:

Summoned: Avenger, Moll Dyer. I am an instrument of God’s will, carrying out vengeance in His name. If humanity’s heart chooses to harden in the face of kindness, then let the chill of death allow their bodies to match their spirit.

Level Up 1: Do you seek to find mercy from me if you can give me trinkets, child? Hmph. How foolish. My wrath is not so easily bought.

Level Up 2: It appears my old bones are stronger than even I anticipated...

1st Ascension: Hmmm... How interesting, I never wore these clothes back when I was alive, and yet... I see. Is this what the youth today call 'high fashion'? I quite like it, I must admit. It suits me nicely.

2nd Ascension: Well, it seems that my age has yet to catch up with me. I'm surprised how well we're doing as a pair, child.

3rd Ascension: This is the truth of who I am, child. The phantom witch of the white forest. I was robbed of my life by the evils of humanity, and so too will I take the lives of others as recompense through the grace of God. There is no time for screaming. There is no need for despair. All that needs to be done... is silence this world. Then, and only then, will I be at peace.

4th Ascension: You're still here at my side? I must say, it's nice to have the company. Hmph. To think, humanity could ever produce a selfless soul such as yourself... Truly, I have been blessed by God to have someone such as yourself at my side, child. When mankind is consumed by frost... When humanity is buried beneath the earth... I will be sure to keep your grave intact.

Fight Start 1: God has blessed me, child. Let us see if you are half as fortunate...

Fight Start 2: Don't bother trying to fight against the winter, child. You will merely die tired.

Fight Start 3: Look upon the Shaper of Lands, and weep.

Skill 1: You're fifty years too young to even think of facing me, child.

Skill 2: Behold the despair of an eternal snowfall, and despair.

Skill 3: Let God decide your fate.

Command Card Select 1: I want to watch you die slowly.

Command Card Select 2: I will bury you alive...

Command Card Select 3: You will not live to see the sunrise.

Noble Phantasm Select 1: All that lives... Will be consumed in my vengeance.

Noble Phantasm Select 2: You will know the harshness of winter...

Noble Phantasm Select 3: Your death awaits!

Attack 1: Do you understand the terror of winter?

Attack 2: The cold bites at your flesh.

Attack 3: The wind tears at your eyes.

Attack 4: The fear rips out your heart.

Attack 5: There is no escape for you.

Attack 6: This land... Will become your grave.

Extra Attack 1: CÚ BÁN SEILGE!

Extra Attack 2: I will tear out your heart... And feast on your bones!

Noble Phantasm 1:

Humanity's own wickedness and evil put me to death and deemed it to be justice...

Allow me to return the favor.

Behold, the judgment of all mankind.

Séadchomhartha an Bhróin.

Noble Phantasm 2:

This land shall die by plague and frost.

Such is the will of God.

Séadchomhartha an Bhróin.

Noble Phantasm 3:

Ahahahahahahaha…

Run, scream, cry out all you like.

God will not show mercy to you sinners.

I will not show mercy to you sinners.

Such is the harshness of winter.

Damage from Noble Phantasm: Khhhhh…!

Regular Damage: Damn you…!

Defeated 1: God… please, give me strength…

Defeated 2: No… I don’t want to go back!

Victory 1: I think I like you better this way… Silent.

Victory 2: Let the snow bury any trace of your existence.

Bond Level 1: I see no point in us conversing, child. Stop wasting your time and mine, lest I turn you to an ice sculpture and shatter you where you stand.

Bond Level 2: What do you want from me, child? Surely you have better things to do with your time than bother me. Go on, leave.

Bond Level 3: I left Ireland in hopes of finding freedom from persecution. And I died alone in the cold like a common animal because of humanity’s cruelty. Tell me... Is that the mankind you wish to defend?

Bond Level 4: All I did was heal the sick and tend to the dying... And all I asked for was to be left alone. All I wanted... All I ever needed was to be left alone... Why... Why wouldn't they just leave me alone...?!

Bond Level 5: Damn you... God damn you to hell... You're persistent in just following me to the ends of the earth, aren't you? Fine, do what you will, I won't bother stopping you anymore. But if you insist on following me on this path, I will not allow you to leave it. Is that understood, child?

Dialogue 1: Tch. Stand up straight, child. Don't slouch everywhere, you're going to give yourself a bad back. Trust me, I speak from experience...

Dialogue 2: You summoned me to serve you. I will fight on your orders. No more, no less. Do I make it clear?

Dialogue 3: If it's not one stray dog following me around everywhere, it's another, I swear...

Dialogue 4: Let us be off. I don't know if we should kill the sinners, or gather materials for my work, but either way, it is far too cramped in this room.

Dialogue 5 (If you have D.P. Upham): That brash young gentleman… What a fool. Written out of his own country’s history, and yet he still chooses to fight for it as a Servant…

Dialogue 6 (If you have Clara Barton): Don’t give me that nervous look, young lady. Stand up straight and pick your jaw off the floor. You’re a doctor, so act like it.

Dialogue 7 (If you have Pecos Bill): Oh joy, it appears that drunken oaf is here as well... I don't know what's worse, the stench of alcohol, or her blind arrogance.

Dialogue 8 (If you have Yehûdâh Ish-Kerayot): The Frozen Hell of Cocytus... The Ninth and Final Ring of Hell itself... How interesting... I wonder whose ice proves colder, Judas Iscariot? Yours or mine?

Dialogue 9 (If you have Simo Häyhä): The sniper that stained red the ice and snow. Hmmm... Best be careful, old man. You never know when your own cover may betray you.

Dialogue 10 (If you have Hessian Lobo): Ohh… That’s a good boy! Yes… People have been kind and wicked to you as well, haven’t they, my king? Hmmm… We’re three of a kind, aren’t we?

Dialogue 11 (If you have Abigail Williams): A young girl, so pure, so fair... Tell me, Miss Williams... However does it feel to have the weight of dozens of bodies hanging around your neck? Must not be pleasant, I assume... But it is something you have to live with now. Until the end of time itself.

Dialogue 12 (If you have Anastasia): Russia's little princess... A beautiful gem stained by the blood of mankind's wickedness. If I had a granddaughter I think I'd like to have one like her.

Dialogue 13 (If you have Scáthach-Skaði): 'Goddess of Ice and Snow', hm? How quaint. Your power as King may be impressive, but can it stand against the Goddess that shaped the world itself?

Dialogue 14 (If you have Barghest): You there, the tall blonde one. Come here. Lie down, I can’t reach the top of your head. Ahhh… that’s much better. It’s not quite like it was back in the day, but it’s nice all the same.

Likes: Dogs are much better companions than people. They’re always loyal, they don’t make meaningless conversation, and they’re quite cute… Yes, the world would be much better if we had more dogs instead of people…

Dislikes: Superstition, fearmongering, moral panics… These are all things manufactured by humanity. These are the reasons why humanity should go extinct.

About the Holy Grail: God has already granted my wish… He has given me the strength to take my vengeance with my own two hands. Whatever more could I need?

During an Event: Hand me my staff, child. I would like to go for a walk today.

Birthday: It’s your birthday, hm? Whatever does that have to do with me, child. Go, leave me be.

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"I can't stay here... Not anymore. Not with the stench of death and aura of rot hanging in the air. I don't think I can even look at their rooms anymore. Everything just feels so... wrong without them. It seems my neighbors agree... Everywhere I go, I get looks of fear and superstition."

"Perhaps a change of scenery would be good for me... I hear that the New World is in fashion these days... Perhaps I can find a boat that can take me there. Yes... anywhere but here would be nice. Who knows? Perhaps my fortune will take a turn."

Bond Level 1:

Height/Weight: 177 cm • 71 kg Source: American Myth/Historical Fact Region: America Alignment: Neutral • Evil Gender: Female

Alongside Tituba, Moll Dyer is one of the most famed victims of the colonial hysteria around witches. A former Irish noblewoman, it is said that Dyer left her home country of Ireland for one of multiple possible reasons. Her husband and sons had tragically died. Her family had fallen on hard times and she sought her own fortune. She hoped to find a land free of religious persecution. She had been run out of her own town after being accused of murder.

Whatever her reasoning for leaving, the truth of the matter was that Moll Dyer wanted to escape the demons of her own past, and find a place that would care for her and give her the happiness she was denied.

Bond Level 2:

Despite Moll Dyer's hopes for her future in the New World, she was destined to be made an outcast once again. Her faith, her tendency towards isolation, her mysterious past, and her talent for healing others all combined to make the townsfolk fear and revile her. Even when she worked her hardest to provide medicines and healing for the people in her small town, the people around her treated her with suspicion and vitriol, claiming she was a witch who brought down curses and misfortunes on people, even when she treated their illnesses.

As a consequence, Moll Dyer was banished to the outskirts of town, with no companions, save for a white dog that seemed to follow her wherever she went. No one knows where the hound came from, but it stayed at her side nonetheless. Together the two walked the streets of Seytontown, content to keep the other's company, even as death, disease, famine, and all sorts of misfortunes were laid at their feet. Not a lick of it mattered so long as they had each other around.

Bond Level 3:

The men came in the dead of night, screaming for her head. A plague, the influenza possibly, came through and infected dozens of people, causing many to die in the harshness of winter. For the townsfolk, this was the last straw. Surely, this had to be that witch's doing. The only way they could hope to save their own souls is to put her to death. So they came in, torches and pitchforks, ready to burn her alive.

The door caved in with a wicked crack, startling both the immigrant woman and her loyal companion awake. They grabbed at her, pulling at her hair and spitting in her face as they jeered wickedly.

"Witch!" they cried out. "You've cursed us all! You are little more than the Devil's own whore!"

A blur of white, a flash of fangs, and the accuser found his arm torn open by a hound's vicious fangs, dropping a torch to the ground and setting the frosted cabin alight.

"Damned cur! Back to Hell with you, monster!"

The ghostly hound was slain mere moments after by another hunter. But his sacrifice was able to buy his friend mere moments. She ran, desperate to escape the terrible mob, disappearing into the ice and snow, never to be seen by her pursuers again.

Bond Level 4:

"Cold... cold... I'm so cold... I can't even see in front of my face. I can't even feel my fingers and toes. All I can do is run for my life."

"They burned down my home... They grabbed me and shoved me to the ground... They killed my only friend. And now they've run me out of town to die alone here..."

"God, please... If you're listening to me... I only want to ask you one thing."

"Don't let them get away with this."

Bond Level 5:

Arms raised in a silent prayer to God, the so-called witch is almost quietly serene, like a beautiful glass sculpture. A faint smile is seen on her face as she looks up to the heavens. A quiet prayer is said in the hopes that someone would grant her salvation from her pain and suffering.

They didn’t find her body for days. It was only by chance that a shepherd’s son found her frozen corpse, raised in a silent prayer to God, stuck to a stone. Without ceremony, they pried off her body from the stone and buried her in an unmarked grave.

In the days after her passing, many of the mob who had invaded her home claimed to be afflicted by terrible curses. Disease, loss, and misfortune all followed them to their graves. A curse, or an act of God, it’s unsure to say. All that is known is that Moll Dyer died as she lived: an outcast.

Extra (Clear Lostbelt 4.6 “Great Rebellion”):

In life, Moll Dyer was nothing more than a fantastical legend; a footnote in the history of mankind, and one of many victims of a cruel and unjust system. She was nothing more than one of countless people who prayed to God for salvation, but went unanswered as she died alone and unloved, and left nothing behind but burning emotions of hate and fear. There aren't even true records proving her existence. All that Moll Dyer left behind were phantoms, and all that Moll Dyer was was a phantom.

Her Avenger incarnation from the American Singularity, however, is a different story. There, her prayers were answered by not one, but two gods. Granted the ability to shape the world as she saw fit and to manipulate the very elements themselves, Moll Dyer sought to achieve the justice that was taken from her and so many others like her, even if it meant that she was to become the very witch they accused her of being. It didn't matter how many lives were lost, what devastation was wreaked, or who begged her to stop.

No one would ever take anything from her. Never again.

#fate #fate fanservant #fanservant #fate oc #moll dyer #behold the second of my three avenger fanservants #apologies if any of the translations suck #i tried my best to make sure that they made sense #but all i had at my disposal was wikipedia google translate and deepl #regardless #moll dyer was a really fun servant to put together #i love witches in fiction so having the chance to try and make a fanservant based on one is pretty fun #especially since we don't have a lot of witches from colonial times in fate #not even tituba who is arguably the most famous victim of the salem witch trials #while moll dyer has a fairly minor place in history #what little is known about her is pretty interesting to me #especially with the story of her famous curse #i don't have a visual reference for her because i haven't had a commission done yet #and also there's really not a lot of fictional witches that match the vision i have of her #either way enjoy this werewolf ghost witch grandma

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red1hoodie · 1 year

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I'm not into making a fan kids for characters but...

I've never liked family theme in shipping heh... Irony.

But I liked one drawing... And it went on.

It just kind of inspired me in school, so I finished it. And now, if you'll let me, I'll let it go to oblivion.

As you can see he was supposed to be an aviator... That's a good one...

Also a side kick that doesn't look like a Killigan or anyone at all...

And that's all thank you very much.

#my art #art #school doodles #doodles #doodle #cringe #im cringe but im free #cringe fiesta #fan kid #fanart #yes

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mysticstarlightduck · 7 months

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10 Songs Tag!

Tagged by @tabswrites! Find her post here! Thanks so much for the song tag! I adore this kind of tag games, as songs are a very important part of my creative writing process (:

Rules: Use your WIP playlist and put it on shuffle. Write the first 10 songs that come up and quote your favorite lyrics from each song and/or the lyrics that fit your WIP best (they might be the same lyrics), then tag 10 people.

From my Tales of Wilted Flowers playlist!

Thus Always To Tyrants - The Oh Hellos

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale Do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you Every tomb, every sea, spit the bones from your teeth Let the ransomed be free as the revel meets the day Let the valleys awake, let them rattle and shake In the wind that remakes all that time has worn away

2. Brave New World - Kalandra

Stirrings in the wind Resonates a whisper from within Warnings from afar Telling you to heed the morning star Waking from the dream Witnessing the smoke that's rolling in The end is what you fear The scent of embers lingers in the air It's like a web there is no escape from It's got you trapped and you long for freedom Every wish every dream was granted Never knowing what they demanded You see the wall how it's getting higher You want to fight but you're all divided It's not a world anyone can thrive in Is this the world we were meant to grow in? Somebody tell me where are we going? A brave new world will rise If we do not act upon its lies Hold your tongues no more Learn from all the ones who came before

3. Traveller's Song - Aviators

Sing for the lost, for eternal affairs Sing to raise our spirits in great despair Through the ashes of oblivion Quick and unseen like the dragon's offspring For we owe no debts and bow to no king Every war has its costs and we've paid Won by the bond of the party we've made

Warn with a call that the battle starts now As the demons listen we strike them down Fighting back the rifts of blood Sent from the sky lies an angel in need Give him muse to strengthen and words to heed Heaven's doused and set alight We're knocking on the gates of hell tonight

4. Something I Could Never Be - Tony Ann, Wrabel (from my Rylisan Fenrith playlist. Sad Elf Boi Vibes)

Back when I was younger, doubt knocked at my door Asked me if I’m worthy and filled my head with words Like shouldn’t I be stronger and that boys shouldn’t cry If beauty’s for beholders, could you lend me your eyes? [...] Does anybody have it all? Can anybody set me free? When the midnight falls, I turn myself on me It hits me like a drop of ink, clouding everything I see But if I’m being honest All I ever wanted was something I could never be

5. Dear Wormwood - The Oh Hellos (from my Kaellel Nevarth playlist.)

And in my hour of weakness, you were there to see my courage fail For the years have been long, and you have taught me well to sit and wait Planning without acting, steadily becoming what I hate I know who you are now (x3) [...] I have always known you You have always been there in my mind But now I understand you And I will not be part of your designs I know who I am now And all that you've made of me I know who you are now And I name you my enemy

6. Breath of Life - Florence + The Machine

But I only needed one more touch Another taste of heavenly rush And I believe, I believe it so And I only needed one more touch Another taste of devouring rush And I believe, I believe it so Whose side am I on, whose side am I? [...] And I started to hear it again But this time it wasn't the end And the room was so quiet, oh And my heart is a hollow plain For the devil to dance again And the room was too quiet, oh I was looking for a breath of life A little touch of heavenly light But all the choirs in my head sang no

7. Hey Brother - Avicci, Cover by D'Artagnan (from my Eiralis & Kaellel playlist. Kaellel is her adoptive older brother and one of the dryads who took her in as a child.)

Hey brother Do you still believe in one another? Hey sister Do you still believe in love? I wonder Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do What if I'm far from home? Oh, brother, I will hear you call What if I lose it all? Oh sister, I will help you out Oh, if the sky comes falling down For you There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

8. Princess Toyotomi - Celtic Woman

Days and years praying for our love, our future So silently kept inside our hearts so deeply Time went by never changed and stayed inside us so preciously... carrying all the love for you No one never would say a word 'bout the story we know never let the legend vanish No one ever would tell the truth... the secret we know, our long-cherished dream

9. The Witch of Briar Thorn - Karliene (from my Arista Bryar playlist)

I awoke to true love’s kill Pulled me out of sleep so still T’was the day the curse was born Heart twisted in briar thorn [...] I awoke to true love’s kill Pierced my heart with no blood spilled T’was the way the witch was born Now I kill with briar thorn

10. The Horror And The Wild - The Amazing Devil

You were raised by wolves and voices Every night I hear them howling deep beneath your bed They said it all comes down to you You're the daughter of silent-watching stones You watch the stars hurl all their fundaments In wonderment, at you and yours, forever asking more You are that space that's in between Every page, every chord, and every screen You are the driftwood and the rift You're the words that I promise I don't mean We're drunk but drinking (sunk but sinking) They thought us blind (we were just blinking) All the stones and kings of old will hear us screaming at the cold "Remember me, " I ask "Remember me, " I sing Give me back my heart, you wingless thing

+ BONUS!

From my The Last Wrath playlist!

Because TLW has many characters and POV, I chose two for this game! And therefore I chose two of my all-time favorite characters from that WIP, Quinn Aurellen and Julyan Ashiren.

From Quinn Aurellen's Playlist -

For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert (slowed and reverb)

Oh, do you know what you got into? Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do? 'Cause it's about to get rough for you I'm here for your entertainment [...] Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet You thought an angel swept you off your feet Well, I'm about to turn up the heat I'm here for your entertainment [...] Take the pain, take the pleasure I'm the master of both

2. Addict - Hazbin Hotel, cover by Caleb Hyles

Yeah, you fell in love But you fell deeper in this pit (But you fell deeper in this pit) While death rains from above So count your blessings 'cause this is it You're not letting it go So what if I misbehave It's what everybody craves You already know So come if you're feeling brave And fancy yourself a mate You want it, I got it, see what you like? We could have it all by the end of the night Your money and power, my sinful delight A hit of that heaven and hell, a hell of a high

3. Rhythm of the Tambourine - Hunchback of Notre Dame

Dance, La Esmeralda, dance! Hey, soldier boy, I see how you stare Hey, butcher man, I see you admire Come gather 'round Hey, Jaques and Pierre! Come see me dance to the rhythm of the tambourine Flash of ankle Flip of a skirt Feel them excite, enflame and inspire Come see me dance, hey, what can it hurt? It's just a dance to the rhythm of the tambourine

4. Natural - Imagine Dragons

Will you hold the line When every one of them has given up and given in? Tell me In this house of mine Nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost, tell me Will the stars align? Will heaven step in? Will it save us from our sin, will it? 'Cause this house of mine stands strong That's the price you pay Leave behind your heart and cast away Just another product of today Rather be the hunter than the prey And you're standing on the edge face up 'Cause you're a natural [...] Will somebody Let me see the light within the dark trees shadowing? What's happening? Looking through the glass find the wrong within the past knowing Oh, we are the youth Cut until it bleeds inside a world without the peace, face it A bit of the truth, the truth

5. Alive - SIA

I had a one-way ticket to a place where all the demons go Where the wind don't change And nothing in the ground can ever grow No hope, just lies And you're taught to cry into your pillow But I survived [...] I found solace in the strangest place Way in the back of my mind I saw my life in a stranger's face And it was mine [...] I took what you gave But you never noticed that I was in pain I knew what I wanted, I went in and got it Did all the things that you said that I wouldn't I told you that I would never be forgotten And all in spite of you

6. Speechless - Naomi Scott, Cover by Peyton Parrish

I won't be silenced You can't keep me quiet Won't tremble when you try it All I know is I won't go speechless 'Cause I'll breathe When they try to suffocate me Don't you underestimate me 'Cause I know that I won't go speechless Written in stone Every rule, every word Centuries-old and unbending Stay in your place Better seen and not heard But now that story is ending

7. Buy the Stars - Marina and The Diamond, male cover

You bought a star In the sky tonight Because your life is dark And it needs some light You named it after me But I'm not yours to keep Because you'll never see That the stars are free Oh, we don't own our heavens now We only own our hell And if you don't know that by now Then you don't know me that well All my life, I've been so lonely All in the name of being holy Still, you'd like to think you know me You keep buying stars

8. Figure You Out - VÒILA

I could love you with my eyes closed Kiss you with a blindfold Figure you out I might hold you with my hands tied Show you I'm the right guy To figure you out [...] I heard he got you some new friends With some big dreams, when will he learn That you already got your own? [...] And I've been thinking Of all the little things That you've been missing When will you learn?

9. Saints - Echos

I'm sorry but your story isn't adding up Think your religion is a lie to keep my mouth shut So I won't testify the crimes you're keeping score of Why don't you throw me to the wolves? I thought you were one You were standing there like an angry god Counting out my sins just to cross them off Saying that my tongue was too loud to trust And that my blood couldn't keep you My dear, you're not so innocent You're fooling Heaven's gates So you won't have to change You're no saint, you're no savior

10. Burn The Witch - Shawn James

The flames lick at my feet Their hearts full of hate What they don't understand, they condemn What they can't comprehend must meet its end [...] But I won't scream, won't give them that satisfaction No, I won't confess my false interaction As I breathe deep and prepare for my passing I hear them chant, "Burn the witch"

From Julyan Ashiren's Playlist -

Hammer and The Anvil - The Longest Johns

And it's sparks a-flying, passion strong I am the blacksmith singing The hammer and the anvil song I thought to make a broadsword, for fighting on the field Much as I know the hammer is a nobler thing to wield For though us humble tradesfolk choose a quiet life The gods of war come to the door of the hammer and his wife And it's sparks a-flying, passion strong I am the blacksmith singing The hammer and the anvil song [...] Now all you merry blacksmiths, a warning take by me Stick to your country horseshoes and your anchors for the sea When the gods of war come calling, promising you gold They'll take your hammer, take your anvil, take your very soul

2. The Sun is Also a Warrior - Leslie Fish

"The sun is also a warrior. Knowledge can also destroy. Nor can the kindest will, Preserve you from the kill. Not all of wisdom brings joy." "Four of those five," the first one said, Are not enough to appease the dead. To save my world all this strife must cease, So now I bid you to conjure peace." The god said "Yes. Though it grieves me sore, For I was also a god of war, And I remember what you forget, Four of those five you may still regret."

3. Blood Upon the Snow - Hozier and Bear Mcreary

To all things housed in her silence Nature offers a violence The bear that keeps to his own line The wolf that seeks always his own kind The world that hardens as the harsher winter holds The parent forced to eat its young before it grows Every bird, gone unheard Starving where the ground has froze The winter sunrise, red on white Like blood upon the snow Like blood upon the snow [...] I've walked the earth and there are so few here that know How dark the night and just how cold the wind can blow I've no more hunger now to see where the road will go I've no more kept my warmth Than blood upon the snow

4. Just a Man - Epic The Musical

Will these actions haunt my days Every man I've slain? Is the price I pay endless pain? Close your eyes and spare yourself the view How could I hurt you?

[...]

But when does a comet become a meteor? When does a candle become a blaze? When does a man become a monster? When does a ripple become a tidal wave? When does the reason become the blame? When does a man become a monster?

5. Play With Fire - Sam Tinnesz ft. Yatch Money

Insane, inside The danger gets me high Can't help myself Got secrets I can't tell [...] My speed goes in the red Hot blood (hot blood), these veins (these veins) My pleasure is their pain I love to watch the castles burn These golden ashes turn to dirt

[...]

Rite of passage, classic havoc Match in the gas tank, ooh, that's wretched Unstoppable, legendary animal

6. Last Words - Solaria, Vocaloid

May the winds carry forth My soul when I'm gone May the harsh of the storm Never linger for long May the birds ever fly Where their journey leads them May the land and the skies Be ever blessed with freedom Come, gather 'round and I'll spin you a tale One of tyranny, of humble dreams and those who prevail It starts with a hopeful young bard and a song Through his melodies The wicked king, he wouldn't rule long

A kingdom of isolation Is as glorious as a prison With a feather of eagle The bard was entranced As a sliver of freedom Before him, it danced

7. Scars - Boy Epic

Can you see my scars? Can you feel my heart? This is all of me, for all of the world to see So, who's it gonna be? The one that you only need? I gave it all, and all you gave was sweet misery So, who's gonna save us now? When the ashes hit the ground? I gave it all, but all you gave was sweet misery This is the end My beloved friends I'm lost in dreams And all I know is where I've been Run, love I'm the truth that you're afraid of I'm a fever, that you made up Just a martyr, on a bridge that's burning down

8. Brother - Needtobreathe

Brother, let me be your shelter Never leave you all alone I can be the one you call When you're low Brother, let me be your fortress When the night winds are driving on Be the one to light the way Bring you home

Face down in the desert now There's a cage locked around my heart I found a way to drop the keys where my failures were Now my hands can't reach that far I ain't made for a rivalry I could never take the world alone I know that in my weakness I am strong But it's your love that brings me home

9. City of the Dead - Eurielle

I'm scared of what's inside my head, what's inside my soul I feel like I'm running but getting nowhere Fear is suffocating me, I can't breathe I feel like I'm drowning, I'm sinking deeper White light fades to red As I enter the city of the dead

[...]

I feel it burning through my veins, it's driving me insane The fever is rising, I'm going under Memories flash before my eyes, I'm losing time The poison is killing me, taking over White light fades to red As I enter the city of the dead

10. I'll Be Good - Jaymes Young

For all of the times that I never could My past has tasted bitter for years now So I wield an iron fist Grace is just weakness Or so I've been told I've been cold, I've been merciless

But the blood on my hands scares me to death Maybe I'm waking up today I'll be good, I'll be good

For all of the light that I shut out For all of the innocent things that I doubt For all of the bruises I've caused in the tears For all of the things that I've done All these years, no, yeah For all the sparks that I stomped out For all of the perfect things that I doubt

I'll be good, I'll be good

Tagging: @writernopal, @cabbojage, @unstablewifiaccess, @rickie-the-storyteller, @clairelsonao3, @late-to-the-fandom and @exquisitecrow

#writing #writers #writerblr #my wips #writeblr #my characters #character writing #my writing #writers on tumblr #songs!#10 songs tag #tag games!

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