#inkshed

[hannahflowerspoetry]

what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fooled when you really believe in a lie it becomes your truth a chorus of “i’m so happy for you” echoed through the rest of my youth with my head down i paid my dues it’s difficult not to feel used immortalizing the abuse as my muse his crimes will live on forever but he will too.

[lettersleftunsent-blog1]

You make it so hard to fight for you

-in the end i chose to fight for myself

[ink-stained-forgiveness]

What an incoherent feeling, Stirring in my chest, I know. It's too much. The best days of my life are strong, Prevailing despite the winds, Your words heavy, But I feel the rain on my skin again. Streamers cling to my flesh, The sun is out, And we are on our way to the fireworks. Green water surrounds me, As I fall into the lake once more, Your love was found in hotel sheets, With giggles caught in between. Again I'm falling, Off that hill, Into the cool water, And I can feel that rain. Do you remember the day we met? Under clean fluorescent lights, Do you remember? What an incoherent feeling! Eating berries on a hill, With someone I thought I loved, Kissing strangers, Being in love with someone else - Time fractures, I have seen this before, The anthem plays, I feel it fill me - And it's too much again. It's all too much to bare, But once again I realize, Sometimes that's what love is.

-"learning about the incomprehensible" a.n.

[luvring]

— comforting you during exam season

characters: akaashi, atsumu, suna warnings: stress/anxiety/etc (Exam Things), swearing, rin calls you pretty note: i forgot i wrote this months ago but midterms are here Again and i have nothing else to post so guess i'll pass away o(-(

akaashi knocks quietly on your door before peeking his head in, frowning as he spots your head laying on your notes splayed across the desk. you hear the door close and his feet padding towards you, the plastic bag in his hand the loudest thing in the room.

he bends down and lays his hand on your back, his voice is gentler than usual, "hi, love. can you look up please? you'll hurt your neck like that."

you pick your head up and meet his eyes, squinting a little from the light. mustering a smile you greet him, "hi, keiji, what are you doing here?" he doesn't respond and all you can do is stare as he begins piling your work and pushing it to the side, dropping your pens and highlighters into their respective places. "keiji?"

"i brought your favourite snacks and some takeout so we could eat together."

"you really didn't have to—"

"and i brought my hoodie and plushie that you like so you can have them while i'm gone." he doesn't let you speak, knowing what you were going to say next. akaashi takes out the plush wearing his hoodie—you'd coo if you weren't so tired—and passes it to you, "have you had water today? did you sleep?"

the few beats of silence were all he needed, really. but your mouth turns into an awkward sort of grimace knowing you were caught, "well, i mean, sort of?"

"love." the worry in his voice isn't hard to miss. you look down and hug the plushie, the most you can do is mutter, "i'm sorry."

keiji puts a hand to your cheek and brings you to look at him again, "you have nothing to apologize for." his eyes flicker towards your desk before he goes back to smiling softly at you, "can you take a break and eat with me? i'll help you study afterwards if you do."

"really?"

"mhm, i promise."

looking over helplessly at the notes already pushed aside you take a deep breath, "okay."

he smiles again and starts taking food out of the bag, stopping when you get up, placing his plushie on the chair, and look at him. he's about to ask what's wrong when you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his neck.

"thank you, keiji. i don't know what i'd do without you."

"not have your favourite takeout right now, probably," he teases. all he does is laugh when you lightly hit him on the shoulder.

"it's no problem. never is"—he pulls away to kiss you on the forehead then brings your head to his chest—"not when it's for you."

—

"what do you think you're doing?" atsumu had finished practice and decided to come over, hoping you'd be able to cuddle while he complained about what happened (osamu threw the ball at his face and could not apologize without bursting into laughter, can you believe it?)

instead, he walks in without you noticing, your headphones on and pen frantically moving as you inkshed, trying to recall everything you just went over in the past hour. he comes up from behind and looks over your shoulder. you finally notice him and move a headphone so you can hear, "what?"

"wow, not even a hi? i said what are ya doing?"

"hi tsumu," you say, with an edge to your voice, atsumu notes. "i'm rewriting the iliad, obviously. i'm making achilles kiss patroclus before he leaves to fight, i think it's my best work yet." atsumu raises an eyebrow at the amount of sarcasm, which doesn't go unnoticed by you either.

leaning back on your chair, you sigh, "i'm sorry. i'm just trying to cram right now."

"didn't ya say you were studying like, 3 hours ago? before i went to practice?"

"yeah. as you can see," you gesture vaguely at the mess of papers and highlighters scattered around, "it hasn't been working out, so."

"well, can you take a break then?"

"tsumu i am fucked for this exam if i don't study—"

"you'll be fucked if ya don't take a break soon. and i'll be bored and sad because my very incredible and capable partner is gonna ignore me while i'm here so who's the real loser?"

"still me?"

"both of us, angel," you almost laugh at how he squints and pouts.

"i'm serious, babe. i'm not gonna sit here and watch you burn out," he says plainly, crossing his arms. your chest tightens a little—if atsumu of all people is being serious, it's for good reason.

"now i'm gonna pull yer little rolly chair and roll it away from the desk"—he grabs it and starts walking backwards—"and to the bed with me so we can take a nap."

"atsumu—"

"nu-uh i'm not listening. you have no choice. come on," he grabs your hands, pulling you up and onto the bed before laying down to face you.

"i hate you so much."

he brings the blanket over both of you and hums, "no you don't, liar."

"fine," you decide to give up, your body drained and eyes tired. "thank you."

"mhm, love ya,"—he rests his arm around your hip and his chin above your head—"now sleep."

—

it's 8:43pm and you've been staring at the same study guide note for the past 12 minutes. you're tired and your brain doesn't seem to want to work anymore, you guess. slowly spinning the pencil in your hand, your playlist switches to a new song. but your phone rings with a different one—a familiar one.

you don't need to read the name on the screen before answering, "rin? what's up?"

"you tell me. i can see you listening to your saddest playlist on spotify." switching tabs, you realize you forgot to turn on a private session. fuck—

"i don't know what you're talking about," you say as you switch songs.

"babe, did you seriously just go to a different playlist?"

"no." the seconds of silence from the other side are almost painful and you can imagine rin staring deadpan at you.

"fine. i did. but nothing's wrong it's just—it's exam season, y'know? coping."

rin isn't stupid and both of you know that. he frowns, though you can't see it, "sure. coping. now what food do you want?"

"what?"

you hear him shuffling in the background, the sound of a hoodie zipper and walking down stairs. "i'm going to the convenience store then coming over. what snacks do you want? or should i just get the regular stuff?"

"rin—"

"nope, you can't stop me. i'm coming over and i'm not letting you overwork or overthink or whatever else, okay? now what do you want to eat?"

he did this the last time you had exams, too. one minute you were texting him about being too tired at the library, and the next he had come up behind you. he pressed a kiss to your head and whispered, "let's get you out of here for a while." despite his constant teasing and sarcastic remarks, he cared. rintarou cared so, so much.

"hellooo? you know even if you go silent i'm still coming, right?" you let out a small breath, what's supposed to be a laugh.

"the usual, please," you close your notebook and yawn, "thank you, rin."

"anytime, pretty."

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

11. “It’s just a bruise.”

with Allison and Tom?

The studio was a dangerous place, that much was obvious; there was ink everywhere, the building was falling apart, it was an architect's nightmare even before it started falling apart, and it was filled with monsters.

It was especially dangerous for a certain angel and wolf pair, who had almost made it a point to piss off practically everyone who lived in the studio from the great and grand Bertrum Piedmont (Who like many others in the studio, doesn't take too kindly to thieves.), to the lowliest searchers. (Also not fans of thieves, but hate murderers even more.)

Tom was all too aware of this and had the stolen robot arm to prove it, Allison... Allison on the other hand was the risk-taker of the two of them.

While the wolf was happy that in spite of everything, there were still traces of the woman he loved within that inky angel figure, the reality was that unlike in the world he once knew where being a risk taker was a gamble worth taking, in the studio, if you were willing to take risks without thinking of it first, you would be just another drop of ink in the sea once your luck runs out.

So in turn, Tom could get rather... overprotective for lack of a better term.

So when he saw Allison run into the safe house with an angry, ax-wielding cultist hot on her tail and slam it shut, he was alert, had his fists ready, and he was prepared to send him back to the dark puddles.

"Sheep, sheep, sheep, it's time for sleep..." The wolf heard the former music director's rhyme growing fainter. "Rest your head, it's time for bed."

He couldn't hear the rest of it, he was too far off by then. Both Tom and Allison breathed out a sigh of relief when he left. The pair figured that like the rest of those monsters, Sammy also had object permanence issues which made it hard for them to figure out where they were. Now that the mad musician was not an active problem, there was the issue of Allison's injuries.

The wolf looked at her nervously as he gestured to the worrying mark on her arm, no doubt, made by the maestro.

"Tom, it's just a bruise!" The angel brushed him off as she wrapped up the large black spot on her arm, her tone more playful than annoyed. "It's not even that bad."

The wolf wasn't convinced, he had seen the rages that the former music director would fly into whenever he found out that one or both of them struck down a searcher, it was almost like he had a sixth sense to sniff out the inkshed of his fellow sheep. He knew how dangerous their 'neighbor' could get as well as how diabolical the prophet could be. Whatever he did to her, it was NOT just a bruise.

But as skeptical as he was, all he could do was nod to Allison and prepare for the worse.

[jeontaeil-archived]

NEW FIC?- let me go read it-

hehe i needed to inkshed...not my best tbh but i hope you like it!

[thepixelelf]

Ways to Fall in Love Series

26. Off the beaten path

Genres: angst, unmentioned university au

Pairing: Reader & Hyunjae (The Boyz)

Words: 1.4k

Note: this is pure inkshed I am so sorry

You thought you knew yourself. And you did. You also didn’t.

•••

It was one of those... unconventional sort of loves.

The kind that no one expected, and yet came together with little conflict. It was the beginning that was easy.

No one ever thinks the beginning is easy. That's always how the stories go, right? Introduction, they meet. Initial incident, something goes wrong. Rising action, things keep going wrong. Climax, they confess. Denouement, they're together. Smooth sailing from then on. Everyone always thinks it's peaches and honey after the story ends.

-

It started with a wink. Then two. Then three. You thought perhaps he had an affliction. At a time when you thought little of yourself, it was no wonder you said yes. Maybe that was why it lasted longer than it should have.

To have someone like him by your side made you feel powerful — no, simply worth something more than you were.

It was one of those unconventional loves.

Because, all things considered, you didn’t love him and he didn’t love you.

Yet you did. And he did.

Unconventional, you call it now, but really there is no single word to describe what you had with Lee Jaehyun.

Sunsets and summer nights. Cicadas and rustling leaves. Hands in hands and hearts on sleeves. He was beauty and heaven and bright smiles and sparkling eyes. He was light caresses when you needed them most and fast kisses when no one was looking. He was Lee Jaehyun, and he made you feel alive.

It was that feeling, you supposed, that you fell in love with.

-

Who’s the reacher and who’s the settler? You’d heard one day, and it only took a blink for you to have an answer. Of course you were the reacher, and for a moment you were proud. You had Lee Jaehyun in your contacts, a heart next to his name. You did.

But then, how far had you reached? And just how far had he settled?

It had been two years since that first wink, the one you brushed off as targeted to a girl behind you. Two years since the first wink, one and a half years since the first kiss, and a few hours before you’d realize the truth.

You were not, in fact, in love with Lee Jaehyun. But you were. But you weren’t.

You loved the way his arm would always end up on your shoulders wherever you sat. You loved how people looked at you and wished they had what you had. You loved feeling important. (More important than others.)

And as you thought about that, on top of dirty sheets and worn pillows, you grimaced at the thought of yourself. What a disgusting monster you were.

Though you may not have known it, too immersed in the touches and the looks and the audience jealousy, you’d been using Jaehyun ever since that first wink. You had fed off the thrill he gave you, the feeling that you could be more, more, more.

You observed yourself under a microscope that restless night, and you hated what you saw.

-

Perhaps you’d taken advantage of one too many coincidences in your life. It seemed they were always thrown at you. The first time Jaehyun laid eyes on you was a coincidence. The reason you got together was a coincidence.

And it was purely coincidental that, after failing to sleep because you’d manipulated and used your boyfriend for over a year, you found out he’d done just the same.

You’d say it was karma.

Settler. He was the settler. And everyone knew it. He was the perfect prince of a pristine paradise and you were the dirt beneath his shoe. The only thing that could make him more perfect? To deign to talk to dirt like you.

An arm over your shoulder. Look at me, the kind forgiver.

A kiss to the cheek. Don’t you see? Even I can love a nobody.

Aren’t I just a dream?

He was.

The attention you brought him was what he loved. You knew because you were the same.

Unconventional. Irregular. Unorthodox.

-

This should end.

You thought with his head in your lap, a movie you cared not to watch played on his laptop, carefully balanced on your calves as you sat on his bed. Your fingers were threaded through his black hair, unmoving but warm.

You’d spoken out loud.

He was tired, disoriented. Life had taken its toll on him once again and he thought he’d heard you wrong so he asked what you said.

You told him what you knew. What you thought you knew.

You left his apartment, and for some reason, you cried.

-

Maybe he cried. You wouldn’t know.

-

Everyone asked where he was.

Months and months of where is he and are you alone, and you felt like throwing up. You were no one without him. 

It took so little time to lose everything. All your friends had been through him, and to no surprise at all, they didn’t stick around.

Nights were spent with your eyes on the ceiling, wondering what you were.

You didn’t like the word monster.

What was the opposite of a victim? Culprit, attacker, assailant... You supposed those fit, even just a little.

You had trouble sleeping.

-

When you were eleven, you scraped your knee. Not just a graze, but deep and bloody, earned from falling off a skateboard you had no business riding. Someone cleaned it for you in your bathroom sink, and the bandage had a helicopter on it. Your knee took weeks to heal, and still, the scar remained.

Wounds take time to heal, and people take time to learn.

You determined yourself as a problem. The problem. And you were going to fix it. You were going to patch those pesky insecurities and never treat anyone like you’d treated Jaehyun ever again.

You wondered if he ever knew, ever figured out what you were doing — what he was doing, too. Had he taken your words and processed them, or had he thrown them away after he slammed his bedroom door?

It was no matter now (as much as you thought about it at three in the morning). You hadn’t seen him since then.

People take time to learn and wounds take time to heal.

But there are still scars.

That ugly patch on your knee still itched over ten years later.

-

Lee Jaehyun was the shine and sparkle to your soot and ash. He was the memories you kept and the ones you’d rather forget. He was...

in front of you.

It was your fault, really. A few minutes’ walk from the company getaway barbecue and far off the beaten path, you found yourself wandering. But not wandering, truly, because your heart knew exactly your destination.

It was stupid — going to his special place. A large, jagged rock in the middle of the woods that didn’t remind you of him at all back then (for he was so un-jagged to your blind eyes) but now flooded your mind with thoughts of him, him, him.

He’d heard you before he saw you, and when you emerged from the trees, his eyes were already focused on your shocked face.

You thought to run, but your feet stayed still, as if gravity had chosen this exact moment to misbehave.

It was hazy, but you thought you said something. I’m sorry. I’ll go. Something like that. You didn’t move.

It had been four years since the first wink. Three and a half since the first kiss. Two since the end.

He looked indifferent now, leaning his chin in his palm and his elbow on his knee as he sat cross-legged on his rock. Long time no see, he might’ve said. You couldn’t be sure. Your heart thumped in places it shouldn’t have. Your head. Your ears.

You wondered if you were better yet. Fixed.

Enough to face him.

You wondered if he was better yet. If he even knew what he’d done.

A conversation was had between trees that day, him on his rock, in his special place, you on your feet, daring not to cross any boundary. The sunset burned the sky red.

Did you ever love him. He wanted to know.

No.

You answered.

It was one of those unconventional loves, and you felt you barely deserved even that.

Did you ever love him?

No, but god, you wanted to.

[raventhorin]

just documenting this on here for myself, but at the beginning of july i decided i really wanted to get back into writing regularly. i ended up setting a goal for myself starting on july 10, that i would challenge myself to write at least 1000 words per day. my challenge would end on july 31, spanning 22 days.

some days i wrote a lot, some days i only planned or inkshed. i only kept a tally of the words i wrote for actual fics/short stories etc. and the total came out to 22,114 words! so i reached my goal!! i was also able to complete 4 brand new fics, which i posted, as well as finish and edit another. + i have tons of WIPs

i’m definitely going to challenge myself to do the same in august. i entered a writing fest for another fandom where i need to fill a pretty complicated prompt by mid september, so i want to focus on that, but i might ask for requests for short bagginshield prompts as well because they’re just my favourite to write <3 here’s to hoping i can write 31,000 words in august, at the very least!

[spicy-beats]

👻

"Something that's disturbing me that I ain't telling about...""Dunno, I ain't too fond of violence. Surprising for a dude that stole things from the Inklings, but we made sure to go and do that without inkshed. After that...we had to defend ourselves - Agent 3.5 was especially ruthless, you know!""So, seeing some peeps in my army, who find power in being violent and aggressive...it kinda disturbs AND scares me. What if they decide I ain't worth their time anymore? I might end as regal sushi, yo!"

[hannahflowerspoetry]

help me put my bags in the back of your car you’re just as pretty up close as from afar you reach for my hand driving home superposition on the radio out the window is the old fear factory i can’t help but watch your face while you sing we didn’t have enough time for a full serenade felt like the movie ended before we could press play and we walked up and down the whole damn town watched the evangelicals stand their own ground you and i worshiped two or three times a day i looked in your eyes when you got on your knees to pray and i loved you as much as i feared you and i held you just as i revered you and i sacrificed myself as an offering to you but you didn’t want a martyr, did you?

[eighters]

Red is a pacifist activist, and want the world to change in a way that includes as little inkshed as possible. She’s not the type to be physically violent, but it doesn’t mean she can’t fight - Red is tall, strong, and trains her body a lot.

She dislikes the idea of violent conflict because the ones sent to war are the little guy, not the elite she dislikes so much. Poor individual are the soldiers, while the rich just stay behind or worst - stay comfortable in their own house, having parties and living it large. 

So, when she says “eat the rich”, she doesn’t really endorse violence on them. Like, she’s not going to punch a socialite for no reason - you have to really provoke her for her to get pissed.

[logosai]

@sekfordwatches . To kick off the new year we head to Lincolnshire to talk to the printmaker Mark Wilkinson whose gothic woodcut fox is at the centre of Sekford’s visual identity. After a career in the RAF and a chance encounter with the work of English designer and artist Eric Gill, Wilkinson founded Inkshed Press. His timeless engravings, inspired by gothic revival and the Arts and Crafts movement, share Sekford’s values of craftsmanship and British design. Here we discuss the enduring appeal of printmaking, the challenges faced by working with Sekford and what 2016 holds for Inkshed Press. . @logos.ai #logosai #brandinginspiration https://www.instagram.com/p/BpTWTjGB0ji/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=knzi7xg0taxu

[ink-stained-forgiveness]

Hazeled freckled laughs, In this heat I can hardly tell, Head is spinning, Always searching for you. It got dark in the north, I never thought I'd see the light go, Especially from your upstairs window, I never thought - Kiss of death, I cried the whole week, Searching my sheets for a trace, Haven't found even a hair. Lost in the chaos, I'm fighting for a better day, For a better reality, For me to stay.

-"6ft Recoil" a.n.

[laaghigala]

A Taste of Wonder in Cagayan De Oro City

By: Jeniel Wabe

Does adventuring to different places is fun right? Enjoying the outdoor activities is incredible in making memories with your friends and family. There’s nothing more relaxing and refreshing in a nature friendly environment. Then Tara let’s Go! and Visit the happiest place in the country, where we can taste the Wonders of Cagayan De Oro City.

We embark and sail to it’s famous “Challenge the rapids and hanging canopy,” as it is also the home of friendly and warm Filipinos where it may very well be the happiest place in the country named Cagayan De Oro City or best known for “City of Golden Friendship.” Cagayan De Oro is also known for its accessible location where in the tourism department name it as the “Gateway to Northern Mindanao” and not only that the city offers an interesting places to visit including a wide array of lodging choices; from budget to standard to luxury hotels, an opportunity to experience whitewater rafting and kayaking along the Cagayan de Oro river, festivals, spas, famous antiquities and many more. So what are we waiting for? Lets visit the best places of our choice and we the Writer’s InkShed will be your travel buddies. Busa #Laag Ta Deri!

1. The Whitewater Rafting

If you want to experience such trilling activity that involves playing with the water, then you must try the adventure filled experience of Whitewater rafting located at Cagayan De Oro River. It is very popular since you’ll get a chance to view such scenery while getting splashed by the water you paddled along the way. Its okay if you fall out from the raft since it is part of the experience and security personnel will be there to guide you on your water rafting. You will first participate in an orientation for safety protocols, training's and other important matters but most of all is to enjoy.

There are so many tour companies offering this type of trilling activity with different tour packages depending in your choice and budget. The River Rafting CDO stated “We believe that rafting is all about bringing people together in the spirit of inspiring each other and pushing their limits.” You should never miss this kind of activities in your travel experience. 

                                                  @The Happy Trip

2. Paragliding at Sierra del Oro

Have you ever felt what is like in the air? That you thought you want to feel what is like flying. Then paragliding at sierra del Oro is the one you’ve been looking for. An activity you seek for a free-flying experience and a perfect activity to for every adventurer bucket list dreams. Paragliding is located at Head to Sierra del Oro in Indahag Hills, it is a minute away from the city but you will surely enjoy the breath-taking views especially at night in the top that has a perfect attraction for instagrammable photoshoot.

A short description about Paragliding by Wikipedia : “Paragliding is the recreational and competitive adventure sport of flying paragliders: lightweight, free-flying, foot-launched glider aircraft with no rigid primary structure.” This paragliding activity at sierra del oro requires such skills and knowledge but don’t worry they offer tandem paragliding accompanied by a certified paraglider that will be your pilot as you will enjoy flying over the CDO.

                                           @The Explorer’s Channel

3.  Gardens of Malasag Mountain

To ease you mind and wonder the Mindanao Ethnic folks as your side trip for adventuring the Cagayan De Oro to the Gardens of Malasag Eco-Tourism Village. Malasag garden is known for its best setting for cultural village in a botanical garden context. It is located at Sitio Malasag, Cugman: a 20 minutes away from the city center. The Gardens of Malasag Eco-Tourism Village serves as the learning center for ecotourism, ethnic arts, flora, and fauna endemic to Northern Mindanao where they generate revenues and livelihood for every tribal group. For every adventure enthusiast, it is a best place to cool down with the nature and buy their ethnic products as a souvenir for your family or friends. The place has cozy guest cottages; campground, swimming pool, picnic shed, orchidarium, mini garden, native restaurant, butterfly garden and multi-purpose hall perfect for any event activities. A getaway experience to the nature with the Garden of Malasag Accommodations.

                     @Tourism Infrastructure and Enterprise Zone Author

4.  Seven Seas Waterpark & Resort

Its summer time madness oozing with very hot climate that something we should drip our body to water while also enjoying the exercises around us. Well Seven Seas Waterpark and Resort can accommodate your desires to have fun with your family and friends to a first world-class pirate-themed waterpark in the Philippines. Seven Seas Waterpark is located at Barangay Barra, Opol, Misamis Oriental, 10-20 minutes away from the city center. According to their description of the Seven Seas Waterpark “It was established in November 2017, the waterpark boasts of state-of-the-art facilities with over 12 thrilling slides, a 5,000 square meter dual wave pool, 400 meter long lazy river, and many more family friendly attractions and amenities.”

What to expect inside the Waterpark? By Klook

-The pirate-themed Seven Seas Waterpark is filled with some of the best water attractions in the country

- From shallow pools and bursting fountains, every attraction will make you feel cool and refreshed

- Sections like the Might Maui River are great ways for you to beat the heat, summer or not

- Feel the rush of adrenaline and scream your heart out as you plunge down Riptide Reef

It is truly the best for place to spend a day away from heat and enjoying every extraordinary rides, slides and beautiful attractions that the waterpark could offer.

                                                   @Project Lupad

5. Camarahan (Pahiron) Ridge

It is surely does that this pandemic is giving us headaches, stress and problems. Among that we’ve clearly known each places in CDO to render and relaxed ourselves away from the stressful situation. Well you might change some pace to the newly spot in Cagayan de Oro to relax with beautiful landscape and cold ambiance, Visit Camarahan (Pahiron) Ridge located along the road between Barangay Lumbia and Pagatpat. Many people would visit this place for its best scenic sunrise and sunset view that is perfect for motorcycle joyrides, biking, jogging, and more.

                                            @About Cagayan De Oro

Cagayan De Oro City has many places that are reserved for any adventure enthusiast. The city could offer nothing more but the fantastic places and make every tourists experience what everybody loves here in the City of Golden Friendships. Daghan Kalipayon dari busa Laag ta Deri! 

[polarizing-colors]

[ladyfluffbutt]

So these are the three main oc characters of mine for the Mafia AU created by @thelostmoongazer. @beniciosbuddies

Alyssia A young witch who was raised mainly by her Mother’s Baphometh, Ahmenophus, and looks up to him like he is her Father. Her real Dad’s whereabouts and condition are unknown. She’s extremely gifted with magic, far surpassing her mother when she was her age. She summoned her own Baphometh, Night, when she was only 8 while witches rarely ever were able to summon them until they were 15-16. 
She was nearly burned to death on the wooden cross when she was 11 and Catholic Extremists attacked her family. Her Mother, on the other hand, couldn’t escape her fate and Aly was forced to watch her own Mother burn alive. The trauma and nearly losing her dear Night had caused the child so much pain that her power kicked in subconsciously and the town as well as all of its inhabitants caught fire and burned. While Alyssia has every right to hate humans, Angels, religion, and God himself she doesn’t hate anyone. She greatly dislikes violence and blood/inkshed and sees killing as an absolute LAST resort. She doesn’t have a full hold on her powers yet as she wasn’t finished being trained by her Mother and Ahmenophus. Aly can do some spells and knows quite a lot of magic but her stronger, more dangerous abilities have yet to be reigned in.
She’s resigned to hiding from danger or calling for Night and/or Boofer for help.

Night Marsten He’s the young Baphometh of Alyssia’s and is fiercely loyal and protective of her. Unlike Aly he HATES humans, Religion, Angels, and especially God. For WHAT vile being would condemn someone like his Dear Aly to death all just because she used magic and didn’t worship him? Night is about your average height for a Baphometh and pretty average in appearance with the exception of his vibrant blood red hair. He’d been away training when the family home was attacked and witnessed the burning of Aly’s Mother. He’d saved Aly just before the extremists could do the same to her, though Aly carries some burn scars on her feet and legs from the ordeal. He and Alyssia had to make it on their own after that though Aly was convinced Ahmenophus was still alive. They’ve been traveling the world searching for him or any other witches and Baphomeths since that day but have yet to come across anyone who they could consider an actual ally.
They are still hunted by religious extremists and police for the burning of the town and the murders. Night, like Aly, is also not too experienced and was being trained by Ahmenophus in the ways of their kind and magic. He can speak and understand the languages but he can’t read them. His abilities are limited to mainly physical attacks with the exception of “Lucifer’s Eye” (the third eye in the middle of his forehead that’s hidden by his hair.) Night isn’t really bothered by this as he prefers the physical form of fighting rather than using spells.

In Toon Town he mainly works as a singer/performer but on the down low he's a sort of hitman. If you need anyone to disappear he's the beast to talk to.

Boofer Now this one is the mystery. Nobody really knows exactly WHERE Boofer came from. He’d simply emerged from the shadows before Alyssia not long after her mother died and followed her around ever since. She and Night both speculate he’s some kind of Hell Hound and,from looking at the guy, it’s really not that surprising to consider him on. He can change his size from the average pony height to the average height of a 8-9 story building. He’s fast and very smart despite having the mannerisms of your average canine. His body drips like ink regularly and “an unknown red substance” leaks from his mouth when he is agitated.