#glam Shvagenbagen x oc

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𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

Ch. 1

Glam x fem!OC

Y'all already know what it is, I'm back on my bullshit. Fair warning This is like soooooooo boring, but I like the 'runaway start a new life' trope ♡.

Synopsis:

Two houses

Both alike in dignity- nah just kidding

Two people

Two instruments

Six strings and two sticks

Anastasia comes from a prestigious house, one of harsh discipline. Her cello is her only saving grace.

Sebastian lives a double life, violin student by day, rock star by night.

Will they be able to help each other before it's too late?

Tw: basically the same stuff we see happen to glam, abuse, parental indifference, bad writing, blood

Music flows through the room as her nimble fingers dance across the neck of the large instrument. The bow gracefully caresses the strings, producing a graceful sound. She closes her eyes, attempting to transport herself from the room, away from the wretched man watching her with a scornful eye. All too soon, her movements cease. 

“Anastasia. Are you trying to embarrass this family?”

“No father,” she refuses to meet his eye.

“You play as if you are a nobody!”.

Anastasia stays silent as her father raises his voice. She knows what will come. 

“Hand! Now,” he reaches for the ruler, made of thin, slightly pliable metal. The previous wood ones had all broken, leaving nasty splinters that were a mess to clean.

“Yes father,” she keeps her voice steady, lifting the sleeve on her left hand. 

The hits come fast and hard, he stops after three. Nine total for the lesson. The crimson liquid beads quickly before sliding down her arm. A sanguine trail in its wake, she refuses to look at the wound inflicted onto her. 

“Go. prepare for bed,” she does not argue.

~

Anastasia sits on her perfectly made bed, corners tucked, pillow straight. A thin cover of pale pink separates her freshly showered body from the forgiving softness of the mattress underneath. 

Everything in Anastasia's life was like her bed. Perfect, presentable, straight laced and tidy; Yet, hiding something just beneath the surface.

She glances at her injured wrist for the first time that evening.

"Well, I assume it could be worse,” 

She slowly begins to do a shabby job at patching herself up, attempting to minimize the possibility of scarring. She pauses to put on a Schumann record, one of the 5 pieces of folk music begin with a slide crackle. A sign of her disregard for the fragility of the vinyl.

As the eloquent cello music trickles in one ear and out the other, she tucks the last bit of bandages away. Returning to her forgiving bed once more, she all but collapses into it. Completely exhausted from the day of rigorous training she endured.

“All I have to do is pass the entrance exam. Maybe father will be easier on me,” attempting to reason with herself, even if she does not truly believe it. 

Unable to tuck herself beneath the thin sheets, sleep overtakes her quickly.

~

The small silver alarm clock marks 7 am with its song, full of dissonance and no resolution. A manicured hand slaps down in a rough ungraceful manner, silencing the item until the next morning. Crawling off the bed reluctantly, Anastasia readies herself for the day. 

A graceful ankle length, long sleeve, off the shoulder dress. Forest green to compliment her auburn hair, to hopefully make her dull sage eyes brighter. Hair pulled into a perfect bun at the base of her neck. Delicate pearls adorn her collar and ears, a gift from her late grandmother.

She makes her way to the dining table, egg whites and asparagus on her plate, waiting for her.

“Are you ready for your exam, dear?” Ardelia Hearst doesn't even spare a glance at her daughter, continuing to gracefully sip white grape juice.

“Yes mother, I expect to be top 3 if not first,” Anastasia doesn't even attempt to garner her mothers full attention.

Richard snaps his eyes onto her.

“Why would you settle for anything less than first,” he states, his stare hardening into a glare.

She immediately pales, her mistake dawning on her.

He stands, making his way towards her when he is stopped by his wife.

“Now dear, you don't want her shaking during her performance. Punish her when she returns if you must,”

He considers her words for a moment, before returning to his seat.

“Eat. or you’ll be late,” 

Her mothers kindness doesn't go unnoticed as she finishes quickly, thanking the butler and her parents before heaving her cello onto her back. With one last glance she proceeds out the door.

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So yeah there's that, and just throwing it out there I know this is super stereotypical fan fiction girlie stuff, but don't bully Stasia, please 😭 she can't take it (I also refuse to accept criticism obvi).

[theclowndoes-selfships]

Felt cute, might delete later:

Anyways, yoo-hoo, this is Leena. Yet another OC because at this point, Nilo and Flick aren't born yet. Also, woah?? A girl???

(poorly made image of just Leena)

However. I do want you to notice that she appears similar to Lif. There is a reason for that.

(noncanon mom, what??)

There is so much lore I have for her, but I won't spoil much now.

All I'll say is Glam (Sebastian) and Leena were in a relationship when he was at the Conservatory (she was at the Conservatory too, she was a harpist and a vocalist) but when he left she lost him because he'd given no warning, (she actually thought he was dead for a while) and she wasn't able to find him. (Although they might've reconnected a few times later on, they stayed as friends later in life.)

[theclowndoes-selfships]

Soooo...

Intros!

Name:

I go by Evan or Vinnie, but I also use the name Alex or Lex.

Pronouns:

he/they (well... he/him or they/them)

Stuff I do here:

Selfshipping, OCs x Canon, etc

( here will be only selfshipping and similar stuff to that. If you want other content. I recommend you check my main, which is @thedancingclowns !! )

Stuff about me:

I have ADHD, I like to at least attempt to create stuff and have for pretty much my whole life, I am trying to be a functional grown being, my birthday is April 22nd

Human Synopsis:

my name is Evan (I also go by Vinnie), I am a (ftm) man, I am here to like fanart and writing and cool people (and also memes sometimes) while posting the most random shit known to humankind, I am legally an adult, a polyam quoi demi and nebula pan or omni dude (dunno man, romance is weird), as well as fictoromantic, I have ADHD and GAD, my birthday is April 22nd.

But... yeah! I have a self shipping blog now, and... yay!

( Please be aware!! I am legally an adult! But any minor characters I mark as romantic f/o's are in relationships with YOUNGER s/i's!! I know that sounds weird, maybe, but I'm trying to explain that as clearly as I can. With those f/o's, I either make my s/i's younger/towards their age, or I do age ups! I'm not just like: "welp, I'm an adult, but one of my f/o's is this x years old character!" because to me that doesn't sit emotionally right. A similar thing for multiple characters of same fandom, sometimes I will use different s/i's for them because I like too many characters from some fandoms as romantic f/o's and it gets/feels awkward so times. I'm guess I'm kind of like a... f/o multishipper, if that makes sense lol...? :'> plus I still have them as f/o's because I technically considered them f/o's before I WAS an adult, so it felt less weird back then. )

f/o list and more below cut

f/o list!!

Key:

an orange source title means a platonic f/o, a pink source title means a romantic f/o, a purple source title means a familial f/o and a blue source title is a f/o outside those categories, like a qpr, or friends with benefits, etc. noncolored source titles are for uncategorized f/o's, likely new to the list.

(work in progress, give me some time, I'm slow and there are a lot. :'D)

Heavy Shvagenbagen (Metal Family)

Dee Shvagenbagen (Metal Family)

Lif (Metal Family *and familial because of a different oc / s/i*)

Lordy (Metal Family)

Bob (Metal Family)

Sebastian (Metal Family)

*like, ONLY the Younger version of Glam is a romantic f/o. Glam as an adult is a platonic f/o*

Sal Fisher (Sally Face)

Larry Johnson (Sally Face)

Todd Morrison (Sally Face)

Ashley Campbell (Sally Face)

Travis Phelps (Sally Face)

James (Pokémon)

Jessie (Pokémon)

Brock (Pokémon)

Catfeine (Frowning Critters AU)

Catnap (Poppy Playtime *Smiling Critters*)

N (Pokémon Black/White)

Brewster (Animal Crossing)

Eyeless Jack (Creepypasta)

Toby Rogers (Creepypasta)

Jeff the Killer (Creepypasta)

Ben Drowned (Creepypasta)

Tim Wright *Masky* (Creepypasta/Marble Hornets)

Alex Kralie (Marble Hornets)

(More Creepypastas I still need to add. The phase is returning :'D)

Bonnie/Withered Bonnie (FNAF 1/2)

Nightmare Bonnie (FNAF 4)

Foxy (FNAF 1)

Shamura (Cult of the Lamb)

Leshy (Cult of the Lamb)

Heket (Cult of the Lamb)

Kallamar (Cult of the Lamb)

Hvitur (Wings of Fire)

Riptide (Wings of Fire)

Flame (Wings of Fire)

HABIT (EverymanHYBRID)

Evan Myers (EverymanHYBRID)

Also, just in case...

NO, I am NOT possessive of any of my f/o's... that seems mildly odd to me...? People who also have any of my f/o's are allowed to interact, I don't care? Why are there people who are like:

"DNI IF YOU ALSO LIKE MY F/O'S THEY'RE MINE!"

Please don't interact if you're extremely like that... it doesn't make sense to me. It's like saying you OWN them, which you don't... like, they're fictional...? chances are you're not the only one who selfships with them.

The rest of my DNI is the same as my main.

ps.

to any fictives/introjects/etc of my f/o's, I am so, so sorry if this blog makes you uncomfortable. I get how selfshipping is seen as weird, and gets weirder under various perspectives... so... yeah. Sorry in advance.