#oc: Petrichor-12

[ahamkara-apologist]

you have GOT to post guardian pics I'm begging you. feed us (me?) information about your characters. I must know. it is imperative

TYSM FOR ENABLING ME ANON BC THEY ARE MY BLORBOS AND IM VIBRATING ABOUT THEM. buckle the fuck up because this is gonna be a long fucking post

Okay first up is Aeris Sharphawk- aro/ace, he/him. he's my main character, my hunter, and the Young Wolf of my timeline.

He’s half-Awoken, half-Human (I’ll get to that in a moment, he’s actually an older oc of mine that I ported over from Bloodborne whose bastard nature needed a D2 equivalent), and the older half-brother to my solar titan, Marcelline Attenbough- one of the few little remnants from their past life that they were able to discover in a diary on Marcie’s corpse when they were rezzed together (which occurred because their ghosts are twins). He’s autistic, lawful neutral, and vastly prefers using Darkness over Light because of sensory issues; his ghost (Hoarfrost, previously Mercury) mods his helmets to drastically reduce noise, but he can’t help how Arc tingles, Solar burns, and Void numbs. Tends to spend most of his battles either hyperfocused or dissociated to deal with it. As for the lawful neutral title, that’s because he doesn’t fight for the Vanguard because of a loyalty to humanity, but exclusively for the survival of the Last City and everyone in it. This extended to House Light and the Cabal under Caital instantaneously, and would do so to Eramis if she so chose, because he really just doesn’t take most things personally. He's sometimes derogatorily called 'the Vanguard's Hound' because of this.  

He’s skilled with a bow, and is cursed with a resting haunted stare that can rival even the fiercest bird of prey- hence his title, given to him because his last name wasn’t present in the little diary that Marcie had when they were rezzed. Personality wise, he’s quiet, stoic, extremely efficient at what he does, fiercely protective of those he loves, and deeply curious about the unknown- though if you don’t know him, you’d never be able to guess it, because he struggles deeply with facial expressions and tone, giving him the appearance that he’s ruthlessly cold and unfeeling (pretty much the Guardian we see in game). Because of this, he tends to do much better with Eliksni than most of humanity- bar the Awoken, though Mara makes him deeply uncomfortable- and is thus far more comfortable with them. He’s the moon to Marcie’s sun, and helps keep her in check, for despite her cheery personality, she has a very strong sense of justice and a penchant for impulsive, temperamental behavior when she thinks that justice has been wronged. This goes both ways, however, as Aeris is the very definition of ‘curiosity killed the cat’; he voluntarily gets bit by venomous snakes at venom labs to see how immunity/allergies develops over time, and has a fascination with the Vex that got him a ‘needs watching’ report after he nearly jumped into a pool of radiolaria to see what would happen. The older-brother affection isn’t related to just Marcie, though; he’s unofficially adopted Eido as his younger sister (or kid? Because uhhh that curiosity of his has extended to fucking Misraaks once or twice), and is a mentor figure of sorts to Crow, though he’s unaware that Crow idolizes him; he only hunted Uldren down to keep Marcie out of trouble, as he didn’t like Cayde and was neutral on Uldren, so seeing Crow for the first time didn’t bother him at all. Tutored on occasion by Osiris, and thus has a very deep respect for him. 

People other than Marcie that he likes:  Zavala, Ikora, Osiris, Eido, Misraaks, Eris, and Variks, Petrichor-12 (oc), Viper-4 (oc, lightless guardian), Crow

People he dislikes: Cayde, the Spider, Clovis Bray, Savathun, Mara Sov, Petra Venj (can’t read her very well), anyone who is loud or insistent or confusing 

Primary class (Dark): Stasis

Primary class (Light): Arcstrider

Motifs: Dark, cool blue/silver, viper and hawk symbolism

Likes: Learning about things, working with the Eliksni, being good at being a hunter, bows/glaives/swords, playing with Strand, Gambit (surprisingly)

Dislikes: Crucible, loud noises, fusion rifles, snipers because of the kick (despite being very good with them), shotguns, fans and most other guardians 

Fun fact: When Hoarfrost and Solaris found them, it was in a frigid part of old Russia, with Aeris holding Marcie close to his chest with his back to the door- they had frozen to death while trying to keep each other warm, and were under a thick layer of permafrost. When they were risen, they found out their names, their relationship to each other, and the fact that their father was a cheating bastard who produced Aeris after screwing an Awoken woman for the novelty of it because Marcie had a little diary in her front pocket, which had been somewhat preserved by the cold. Both their ghosts theorize that the reason why Aeris is so drawn to Stasis and Marcie to Solar is because of how they died, though neither guardian will say anything about it. He can also speak near-fluent Eliksni.

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Then there’s Marcie, younger half-sister to Aeris and the sun to his moon; she/her, Solar Titan, lesbian, lawful good. Where he is quiet and introverted, she is loud and bombastic, and where he likes to dart in and strike down his enemies from afar, she likes to punch. I just recently made her in Destiny because the character creation doesn't really match how I see her, hence why she's got Arc on here

(closer to her actual face minus the blue eyes; this is a very old bloodborne pic)

Unlike her half-brother, Marcie is a full human, and- according to the diary she rezzed with- was objectively her father's favorite, though the feeling was not mutual, and their relationship was strained by her taking so kindly to the bastard son he tried to send away. Compared to Aeris, she's bright, bubbly, and outgoing, but has a fierce temper, and is quick to snap if something has pushed her too far-think a jack russel's terrier of a human being. Her ghost's name is Solaris (previously Quicksilver), and she prefers the Light and Solar by far. Her preferred method of combat is to hit first, ask questions later, which can be incredibly effective or incredibly dangerous depending on who's on the opposite end of her wrath. Her and Aeris share many quests together, with me typically attributing all the seasons that I didn’t play to Marcie, given that I didn’t make a Destiny character for her for the longest time. 

She was best friends with Cayde, and was so devastated by his death that Aeris had to go instead, as she would have killed anything and everything in vengeance without a second thought. She did, however, kill Riven- something that Aeris himself was somewhat reluctant to do,given his fascination with the Ahamkara. She's stubborn as a mule, surprisingly strong despite her small stature (well, small-ish), and is an absolute massive lesbian, with her type specifically being 'big strong ladies who can kill me'- which was primarily why she wasn't allowed to fight Eramis, or other big hotties, as she has a pretty hardcore crush on her. (The second reason was that she would have stood and bickered with Eramis about the ethics of what she was doing until either one or the other yielded). Instead, she was assigned to work with Misraaks to evacuate House Light refugees, which ended up being a fortuitous partnership with the coming of the Endless Night. Now, her primary work for the Vanguard consists of aiding Eliksni refugees, along with general alien-human politics and tackling xenophobia, as well as working on being an apprentice Splicer. She is very, VERY passionate about equal rights and will drag you to the Crucible if you fight her- and good fucking luck winning against her, because she fucking loves the Crucible and will beat your ass everytime. She’s somewhat of a local celebrity in that reguard

Her deep fondness for her brother comes primarily from the fact that he is one of the few people to take her seriously without either asking her to calm down or come off as patronizing- he's also a well of stability to her excitable moods, the voice of reason to her hyperempathy. While he keeps her from biting off more than she can chew, she acts as his translator + guide, yanking him back onto the path of sanity if he starts to wander into the Deep, and helping him with dysfunction things that Hoarfrost can’t do. She also enjoys working through the data he collects, even if she has no desire to go searching for it herself, so they make a good pair- even if, like most siblings, they will argue over every little thing and sometimes drive each other up the walls with their stubbornness.

I've already mentioned that she got along with Cayde, but her other friends at the tower are Shaxx, Drifter, Saint-14, and Ada-1. Misraaks is her mentor, as well as one of the few people who can talk her down from stupid shit, with uh…questionable results. And while she couldn't stand the sight of Crow when Aeris dragged him back, she managed to befriend him reguardless, mostly because he was so different from the Uldren she remembered that she couldn’t help but accept him for who he was. She often went out drinking with him and Amanda, and was devastated when she died. 

People she likes: Cayde, Shaxx, Drifter, Saint-14, Ada-1, Misraaks, Crow, Amanda (rip), Caiatl

People she dislikes: Uldren Sov, The Osmium Siblings, The Spider, Lakshmi-2, anyone against the Eliksni or people who are rude to Aeris, Calus

Likes: Crucible, Gambit, fucking around with weapons in new and creative ways, going out to drink with friends, playfully flirting, helping with construction work around the Eliksni District, playing around with the Light, moths and other fuzzy creatures

Primary Class (Light): Solar

Primary Class (Dark): Strand

Dislikes: Fighting Eliksni, any exploding enemies that she can’t punch, bows because Aeris will always be better than her at using them, the fact that Aeris fucked Misraaks at one point for science, being alone, her inability to score a girl who isn’t a war criminal

Motif: crimson and gold, bears or lion with eagle wings

Fun fact: Her grasp on Eliksni is actually more fluent than Aeris, and she spends a good deal of her time in the Tower socializing with people while he’s off doing…whatever.

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Okay, now onto Petrichor-12, who decided to nope out of being a Guardian so I deleted their slot to make Marcie before I really did anything to dazzle them up

Petrichor-12 is a now-retired guardian that actually came from a dream I had before I even played Destiny. They/them or he/him, neutral good, Void titan, ghost is seldom-speaking and called Whisper. Neutral good. I attribute them with D1 content, so they’re the guardian that killed Crota and Oryx, though Marcie and Aeris were also there to help.

Petrichor is an older, somewhat quiet, melancholy do-gooder that's been haunted by guilt ever since they found out the memories of who they were via the Deep Stone Crypt- a bodyguard for Clovis Bray that was turned to a path of anger, abuse, and violence after agreeing to be tested on for power, and got corrupted by the Darkness. This, paired with being rezzed in the Dark Ages, means that they have a lot of trauma surrounding violence, power, and the dilemma of being made to kill when all you want to do is save people. As such, Eramis's predicament troubles them greatly, and while it was them who gunned her down in conjunction with Aeris, they often found themselves returning to her frozen body on Europa to talk to her (presumed corpse) about Darkness corruption in a sort of venting monologue-advice system, which worked both as a way of fending off their troubles as well as keep an eye on her state- though now that she’s defrosted they’ve vowed never come near her again out of embarrassment. 

While retired, they are a stalwart defender of anyone who needs it and a keeper of peace, driven partially by a genuine desire to do good and a need to prove themselves not the person that they used to be. No longer able to mingle with other guardians or humanity at large due to PTSD from what they learned, they live in the Botza district as an ambassador between the Eliksni and humanity, they like to knit + quilt in their free time, teaching whichever hatchlings will listen and getting tutored on weaving by old Wolves in return. They're also 6'3", so…lorge. Zavala and Misraaks are the two people they talk to the most outside of the Eliksni refugees, and they drop by to say hi to Eva and knit with her whenever they have the chance. The war with the Witness is threatning to bring them out of retirement, something that they are deeply unhappy with. 

People he likes: Namrask, Misraaks, Saladin, Zavala, Ikora, Osiris (recently), Marcie and Aeris, Saint-14, Eris (complicated)

People they dislike: Themselves, Osiris (formerly), Eramis (reminds them of themselves), Ghaul, Oryx, Xivu Arath, Clovis Bray, anyone who goads them to fight, Elsie and Ana Bray by association, Rasputin 

Motif: gold and sapphire blue, used to have a gryphon motif but stopped wearing it because they don’t want to be recognized as the Kingkiller

Likes: Knitting, sewing, weaving, gardening, really anything restorative they can do with their free hands that forces their mind not to wander

Class (Light): Void, sometimes Arc

Class (Dark): no.

Dislikes: War, fighting, being a guardian, everything that has to do with what they used to be, anything Braytech sciences, the cumulative trauma from the Dark Ages and seeing recordings of who they used to be in the Deep Stone Crypt, their own fear of themselves

Fun fact: Petrichor-12 can speak Eliksni fluently, having modulated their voice and hearing to be able to incorporate the subsonic clicks and chirps in their speech, and is now working on learning Ulurant despite not at all liking the Cabal empire

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Ash: Another dream character of mine, and my newest Guardian (so she’s somewhat of a wip). She/her, solar + void warlock, chaotic neutral to lawful evil depending on her mood. Pansexual but bitchless. Rezzed in the tail end of the Dark Ages, just long enough for her to see how horrible everything was but not long enough to see the true extent of it. Scholar of the Light, and most recently a scholar of the Dark as well.

Ash is a warlock with an awful temper, a moral code that changes on a whim, and a ravenous appetite for knowledge that comes at the cost of everyone else, including herself. Her ghost (an anxious and caring little lass) is called Nutmeg, and is pretty much the only indicator that she has a soft spot. Ash dedicated herself to learning how to get closer to the Light, but unlike the more conventional meditations that people usually do to, she was inspired by ancient Greek priestesses and decided for a more unconventional route- by doing hard drugs. By getting either extremely drunk or very high, she claims that she overcomes the need for meditation (or, rather, bypasses it entirely because she’s too impatient for it) and gains a deeper connection with her powers, as she’s connecting with it instinctually rather than choosing to seek it out. Nutmeg and many others are not as convinced about this method, but they also can’t deny that it doesn’t have its perks, as Ash does have a very powerful connection to her light- mainly through exploding things, or setting everything around her on fire. It’s how she used to survive the Warlords she’d steal from in the Dark Ages, and she’s known specifically for her ability to mimic a nova bomb, but with solar power, which is strong particularly for how unexpected it is. 

However, being constantly hungover and harbouring no friends doesn’t exactly have its benefits, and as a result Ash is almost always grumpy, abrasive, quick to anger, quick to turn to cruel jibes and mocking when being defensive (which is often), and is generally awful to be around. She has no friends other than Nutmeg (whose bond has become strained as of late, since Ash is now turning to substance abuse for coping with the impending threat of the Witness rather than simply using it for her studies), her apartment is an uncleaned shithole she only uses for crashing in when she’s particularly out of it, and she's constantly in a state of passive-aggressive warfare with Osiris, as she and him used to occasionally cross paths and share research; they might have had a student-teacher dynamic if they didn’t grate so abrasively, and if Ash wasn’t so much of a lone wolf. He’s tried to whip her into shape a couple of times, but to no avail- they just devolved into shouting matches. Pretty much the only people she listens to are the Drifter and Nutmeg, but whether or not she’ll actually take their advice is a toss-up. 

Despite this, she will overall always choose to do what's right and will begrudgingly trudge along with people in random strikes to ensure that important missions get done, as she fears failure more than she does judgment. And yet, to an extent she also fears judgment, for part of the reason why she’s so cruel is to keep people at arm’s length, so as to prevent them from learning her weaknesses- not even her constant complaining about being bitchless will cover up that the core reason why she makes no effort to clean herself up and be nicer is because she fears vulnerability. She’s also brilliant with the Light and cunningly adept with the Dark, which is why the Vanguard continues to ask for her help and expertise.   

People she likes: the Drifter, Hawthorne, Nutmeg, Eido, Toland, Shaxx to most everybody’s surprise

People she dislikes: Pretty much the whole Vanguard and 90% of other guardians, Saladin, the Iron Lords, Osiris, Misraaks, 

Primary class (Dark): Stasis, wants to learn Strand but has a hard time letting go

Primary class (Light): Solar, Void

Likes: Learning nuances of the Light that others don’t go into detail to, connecting with the Light, growing more powerful and shaping it into new, experimental Supers that would make Zavala have a heart attack if he saw them in action, taking leadership in Strikes and prodding around New Lights to teach them about what it is to be a Guardian (but gently), killing assholes to put them in their place, spooking people

Dislikes: Being told what to do, being reminded that she’s a mess, being reminded that she’s afraid and that her behavior is starting to turn self-detrimental, being looked down on by other Guardians, the restrictive nature of Vanguard protocol that keeps her from playing around with her experimental supers, guardians who have no respect or care about mortal lives, getting kicked from bars for fighting said guardians with no respect or care for mortal lives, being reminded that she has a soft side and cares so much for other people that it scares her

Colours/theme: black, flame-gold, and green

Fun fact: Likes the Hive aesthetic, and knows their tongue just for the hell of it. Has quite a bit of fun tormenting and taunting Hive Lightbearers, loves digging around the Osmium Siblings. Despite this, she’s not passionate about the Hive, and doesn’t care one bit if they’re wiped out or not. She also pretty much never takes off the Stag helm, as dropping a rift on death has saved her ass more than once, and tends to sleep in her robes. It’s a miracle that she doesn’t stink something awful, but smells perpetually like smoke instead.

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and last but not least: Viper-4, an ex-guardian who I have almost nothing on because he tends to be a side character: he/him, trans exo, primarily black chassis with red markings, not yet settled on alignment. A friend of Aeris, he's an ex-Hunter who is now the primary caretaker for a variety of venomous snakes whose species have survived the Collapse. He collects their venom to try to recreate old Golden-Age medicines and antivenom- which he does with Aeris's help- and had his forearms modded with soft silicone so that the snakes don't hurt him if they bite him. Generally a friendly and chill guy, but has a melancholy air as most Ghostless do, and wants to learn Strand so that he has some modicum of control over the elements again, as his lack of feeling the Light was the hardest part about his Ghost's death. Much like Brya and Sagira, his ghost sacrificed her to save him, but he blames himself for her death and pretty much entirely refuses to talk about it. Used to be quite adept with Void. I note that he's trans here because it carried over into his exo body, as he was raised with synthetic top surgery scars that were then worked into beautiful engravings of flowers, swords, and snakes by Viper-1

[ruthlesslistener]

do you think Ghost has to deal with fans of The Guardian? like, not because they'd be annoyed or bothered but because every time he lets someone talk to them it either ends up with them killing a giant monster, delving into some ruin for a lost gun, or them giving away a billion-glimmer exotic sparrow that doesn't fit their Latest Aesthetic TM

I've honestly never thought of this before, mostly because there's no actual interactions with the Guardian and civilians of the Last City- which in turn makes it intruiguing to think about because yeah how WOULD the godslayer of the cosmos interact with ordinary human beings that are not undead corpses ressurected by a giant cosmic golf ball, but also goddamn it Bungie even if I enjoy the leeway you give for us to insert our own Guardians into situations, I really want to see the undead killing machine interacting with your genaric citydweller. Give us an idea of what the people think of the Guardian, how their culture inteacts with them, and what sort of social othering that Guardians might feel which keeps them locked to the tower and Guardian-Guardian interactions. Ik human mortals DO interact with them, but they're never your average joe, so that kind of makes gauging how that works to be impossible

My gut reaction would be that letting the Guardian meet civilians might not be a major issue, because the Young Wolf, as their name implies, is the loyal hound of the City and thus deals with its problems when called upon (or offered a shiny enough firearm), and so civilians just don't have anything that will actually make them do stupid shit, hence Ghost doesn't have to keep them on a kiddie collar to prevent them from running off and getting themselves into Situations. However, I CAN see some Guardians getting into trouble reguardless, so here's some things that my pack and their Ghosts have to deal with if they encounter civilians:

Marcelline (titan): Would want to show off her skills to impress the kiddos and/or is easily goaded into it if prompted, which causes obvious problems when you put your mind to it. Would also eagerly flirt with any girls fawning over her and would need her ghost to go get her half-brother Aeris to drag her away before she gets attatched. Marcie's outgoing and enthusiastic, but she also wears her heart on her sleeve and that can get her into trouble sometimes. The trouble almost always lands on her alone, but still. Getting attatched to someone who will grow old without you is never fun.

Aeris: The most stick-in-the-mud hunter to ever exist, except for one detail: he's always interested in testing his limits and does not give a shit what it'll do to him in the process. People might find him extremely intimidating and unapproachable at first, but the second someone asks if Guardians have a higher alcohol tolerance than normal humans, he's heading down to the pub with them to try to figure it out. Just because he looks like he's a cold motherfucker with excellent self-control doesn't necessarily mean that it's true.

Petrichor-12: Immidiatly goes into formal guard duty mode on instinct and makes everyone uncomfortable with how clipped and serious they are even though they're really just Extremely Aware of how fragile human beings are and want to make the tower look good. They also spend a lot of time in the Eliksni quarter, so the public opinion on them might be a little...split.

[lemony-snickers]

april showers masterlist.

some hopefully comforting fics to get you through the grey sprintime weather. <3

1 - kakashi hatake with prompt "spring cleaning"

2 - naruhina with prompts "hanami" and "unintentional kiss"

3 - tenzo with prompt "petrichor"

4 - itachi uchiha with prompt "dancing in the rain"

5 - kakaobi with prompt "unintentional kiss"

6 - kakaoc with prompt "dancing in the rain" (oc: saya)

7 - konan & nagato with prompts "choosing a bouquet" and "bird watching"

8 - kakashi/reader with prompt "tentative hand holding"

9 - kakashi/reader with prompt "tender forehead touches"

10 - kakaoc with prompt "seedlings" (oc: risa)

11 - kakayama with prompt "tentative hand holding"

12 - gai/reader with prompts "dancing in the rain"

[sangre]

OCS + Associations

tagged by my beloved @raphaelsboudoir thank you!

tagging: @the-lovely-lady-luck @reides @fluffy-snow-fox @interstices @kirkewrites @gerrykecy @killdragons @critrolesketch @cass1x1 @paleolithik @devilatelier @shapeknight @jabbakiller

going to complete this for my 3 active dnd characters, serisínthe, miré, and varin. to iron things out/illustrate their differences in my head in a fun way. these looked fun so please enjoy & i look forward to seeing any you guys do! :flushed:

Animal

Serisínthe: white tailed deer. antlers and eyes caught in headlights. frail/delicate/in death, a dressed up carcass Miré: portland sheep. huge curling horns, fluffy in every sense. social, curious, exploratory Varin: cottonmouth river snake! uhh you know serpents. coiled up and all. odd eyes. not typically aggressive unless provoked

Colors

Serisínthe: valentine's day palette... off-white, deep red pink Miré: foresty pale green, soft brown and lavender Varin: light charcoal, luminous blues and indigo purples

Month

Serisínthe: february! the shortest and least predictable month. it's got holiday chocolates in there. everything ends too soon but it's so cherished you know Miré: may! just after the showers of april, the grounds and grasses are wet against your boots and you're just kind of looking forward with the brisk air Varin: november. something weird and dreamlike about the crest before the end of the year, it's cold and kind of scary because something's almost over, but it's starting again.

Songs

Serisínthe: dying star – ashnikko, ethel cain I need somethin' soft, down feathers over rocks Miré: renee – sales All day long we looked to fall, looking into the sun and found a way to get along Varin: destroyer – ruby haunt Sweetheart, come undone, I'm handing you the dagger

Number

Serisínthe: 3 i think. Miré: 12 <- months in a year/cylical Varin: 8 <- haha ouroboros shape. 7 8 9 joke

Plants

Serisínthe: to say something other than a rose, pinkish red snapdragons. Miré: false deathcap mushroom! Varin: candle larkspur / guardian blue delphinium :)

Smells

Serisínthe: rosewater, white peach, coffee Miré: nutmeg, PETRICHOR, eucalyptus Varin: lychee, being near fresh rushing water, sandalwood

Gemstones

Serisínthe: moonstone... rose quartz, bixbite Miré: moss agate, rainbow fluorite Varin: chrysocolla!!! boulder opal

Time of Day

Serisínthe: the night sky, illuminated perfectly by stars. maybe like midnight Miré: early morning, like 7am, when you can't really see the sun but the sky is like white-blue, you can still smell the dew on the earth. Varin: like the very end of sunset, at like 6pm? right when the sky is like HEAVILY gradient with different colors dipping into each other.

Season

Serisínthe: autumn :3 the leaves are changing baby Miré: SPRINGGGGGGGGGG ITS SPRINGGGGG Varin: i feel like fall is a different answer than autumn so take that as you will.

Places

Serisínthe: behind the red curtains of a stage, in a dressing room doing his hair and putting paint on his lips, somewhere in a pile of his dearest friends, embraced. Miré: the floor of the detyrwood, in its deepest corners of lush green and whispering wingbeats. in the canopy of the trees or under the open sky, camping in an open field of wildflowers. Varin: in an abandoned apartment behind dilapidated wooden planks covered in ash, by the river's edge, hands washing off in the water. with his back to a wall covered and i do mean COVERED in bones, by stone pillars, eerie sterility and marble.

Foods

Serisínthe: i can't tell if this is asking what she would eat or what i associate her with. i think both? i'll try both. SO, STRONG flavors! like very spicy meats or coffee flavored deserts. seri can't taste very well so it's got to be intense. Miré: anything and everything but a forager at heart. nuts, berries, mushies, herbs, the best broth you've ever had in your life. like short ribs or something Varin: odds and ends, sort of scavenging. tough foods, dry things, cured meats. plain pastas, probably a huge noodle guy. might actually be obsessed with different shapes of noodles

Drinks

Serisínthe: peach daiquiri or a dessert wine with like notes of peach or berry Miré: ginger beer and lime, woodsy beers like a light/dry malt OR a sweet mead Varin: this weird cocktail called aviation, with gin, maraschino liqueur, creme de violette and lemon juice

Element

Serisínthe: air Miré: earth Varin: water

Seasoning

Serisínthe: garlic powder… cinnamon! CAYENNE Miré: basil. bay leaves.. cumin! Varin: ground ginger… nutmeg? smoked paprika?

Sky

Serisínthe: moonlit Miré: dawn Varin: sunset

Weather

Serisínthe: clear :3 maybe snowy Miré: rainnyyy!!! rainy rainy Varin: FOGGY!!!! SILENT HILL FOG

Magical Powers

Serisínthe: yeah she got those (cleric of song) Miré: it's a yes from he (spores druid, can reanimate) Varin: you bet at least 1 (don't look at me but he's out there)

Weapons

Serisínthe: a rose crystal casting focus scythe Miré: her big vine-covered staff Varin: a fucked up willowy axe like this where the hilt already lends itself to swinging with its curve

Candy

Serisínthe: rich dark chocolates, caramels, cherry chocolates, java sweets Miré: anything gummy. Gummies. The gummyies. sweet gummy bear Varin: peanut brittles, toffees, crunchy sweets or sours

Methods of Long-Distance Travel

Serisínthe: i just feel like if flight were feasible... an airship would be so cool for him Miré: HOOF IT!!!!! that said they're also capable of moving through trees within a certain distance of each other. Varin: (charon voice) get in the gondola. UM but yeah i don't know. train rides where you don't know where you're headed? (inception voice) how can it not matter where the train will take you!?!??!

Fear

Serisínthe: to be unable to help abate the suffering of his loved ones. Miré: to lose her home or endanger it inadvertently somehow. Varin: to die a tool and nothing more.

Mythological Creature

Serisínthe: maybe a fawn? a satyr? lol Miré: the golden fleece!!!! some kind of marsh forest fey sprite Varin: a sea serpent like you know just don't mind me and my yugioh card that i just dropped here okay

Piece of Stationary

Serisínthe: VERY thin delicate paper. sheet music paper with writing in the margins Miré: cute post it notes for reminders ;v; with little flower and mushroom decorations Varin: something that looks like watercolors were spilled on it. maybe a clean plain envelope with a wax seal

Three Emojis

Serisínthe: 🥀🌙🎭 Miré: 🍄🐏☘️ Varin: 🐍🧪🪓 i would use the pawn emoji but it doesn't show up right so axe i suppose

Celestial Body

Serisínthe: la luna. she did marry a bloodmoon once Miré: a constellation or a comet? something telling a story Varin: neptune! or maybe a black hole LMFAO

[jasntodds]

Summary:

Pairing: Bartender!Tom Holland x Reader

You want a relationship and Tom wants to find his “one person.” The want to not be lonely left you both going on a string of bad dates. And you both had your usual spots you would go to sulk about it but, as a coincidence would have it, your spots are closed on the same night leading you both to same exact diner. And as another coincidence would have it, your server serves you each other’s meals, leading the two of you to meet.

Not a soulmate AU but inspired but the red string of fate theory.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of getting cheated on previously, alcohol use, there’s blood in like one chapter (I can’t help it)

A/N: I said I thought about this fic for over a year and here we are lmao decided to finally write it. I haven’t been this excited or happy with a series since Forever so I hope you guys enjoy it as much I do!! 

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↳ status: CANCELLED

Chapters:

Chapter 1 - Coincidences Chapter 2 - Date One Chapter 3 - The Setup Chapter 4 - Atlas (coming Nov. 25) Chapter 5 - Date Two Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 Chapter 9 - Petrichor  Chapter 10 - Oh, There’s The Trauma Chapter 11 Chapter 12 

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I don’t know Tom personally nor I own him. What’s written is just fiction and should be thought of as such. I’m essentially using him as a nameclaim and faceclaim. I’m creating a character and just using his name and features for details. I do not directly associate Tom with any ideas used in my writing. It’s used for entertainment and fictional purposes only. I do not directly associate the actions, activities, or emotions with Tom himself. He is being used here as a character should be thought of such.

[omgkayplays]

OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS

tagged by @mattodore! <3

ANIMAL: Crow | Stag | Wolf | Horse

COLORS: viridian | Nautilus | Charcoal | Brass

MONTH: October

SONGS: Don't fear the Reaper The spiritual machines cover

NUMBER: 3

PLANTS: Moss | Dryopteris carthusiana

SMELLS: Petrichor | black tea | Juniper berry

GEMSTONE: Amber | Dioptase

TIME OF DAY: 3:12 AM

SEASON: Autumn

WEATHER: eerie foggy mornings after a night of rain

SKY: Nautical dawn

PLACES: A bedroom looking out over rocky shorelines as waves crash against jagged rocks | Light mist rolling over moss covered ground in a small dense forest where a boulder covered in carvings sits in front of an old oak tree

FOOD: Black berries | Pomegranates

DRINKS: Black tea with lemon

SEASONINGS: Thyme | Rosemary | Garlic

ELEMENT: Water

ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: Sagittarius

MAGICAL POWER: Shape shifting | Illusion

WEAPONS: Themself | any object in grabbing distance

SOCIAL MEDIA: A private insta that isn't used all that often but they only made an account after the twins and Malaika pestered them for weeks to make one. Has no clue that they've become somewhat popular on social media due to their author portrait for their book. The twins find it hilarious.

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Lip balm

CANDY: Dark chocolate

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Mostly by train, sitting by the window with an audio book playing through their headphones twirling a pen in their hand as they look over various papers for upcoming lectures.

ART STYLE: Baroque

FEAR: Somniphobia | Oneirophobia

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Each-uisce

PIECE OF STATIONERY: an old fountain pen

THREE EMOJIS: 💉🧬🔬

CELESTIAL BODY: Horsehead nebula

[so-called-yokai]

Okay, I know it's only 12:19 AM EST but I've been way too excited to post this fic so I'm doing it now! This is my offering for @desceros #TMNTSpringShellebration, please enjoy!

All characters depicted are adults

Rise Donnie, M/M, canon/OC, mild mentions of turtle anatomy, rated M

This is hardly the first season Donatello has had to suffer through. The damned thing is regular as clockwork, because obviously it is, and one would think that by now he would have invented some kind of solution to the problem. It's just simple biology! Base animal instincts! Surely his genius mind can come up with something to override these damnable urges.

But no. Here he sits, yet again, sequestered in his lab and trying desperately to find something, anything, to take his mind off the demanding ache between his legs and the restlessness that crawls under his skin like a living thing. He's already burned his fingers twice with the soldering iron, but he refuses to quit. You will not win, accursed unmutated turtle hindbrain! You haven't before and you won't now!

Except this year… there's a problem. This year, there's something niggling at the back of his mind, the edge of his senses. It takes Donnie a while to realize precisely what it is: a scent, but it's more than just that. He doesn't just smell it; he can practically taste it, can feel it settle over his skin in a way that both soothes his agitation and inflames him even further. It smells like petrichor and early spring, and before Donnie can even begin to figure out how that even makes sense, the door to his lab opens with a quiet hiss, and the scent becomes almost overwhelming, enough to make his mouth wet… and other areas too, which makes him curse and spin his chair around, ready to lay into whoever just barged in.

…Oh.

Eshra leans against the door jamb, arms folded across his feathery chest, digitigrade legs crossed at the ankle, and a knowing smirk on his raptor-like muzzle. The end of his tail, with its downright arrogant tuft of blue and green feathers, flicks back and forth as though keeping time with some invisible metronome. And still, still, with that intoxicating rain-and-spring scent. It's infuriating.

Donatello has never wanted anything more.

Scowling at his own weakness friend, Donnie tries to force back the deafening mantra of want, need, take and instead project it as sharp-tongued irritation. "I told you my lab is off limits," he snaps. "Especially this week. It's--" The turtle cuts himself off, unable to actually voice the mortifying words, because that will make it real, and he is not giving his animal instincts the satisfaction.

Annoyingly, Eshra doesn't seem cowed. He never does. Instead, his smile just spreads, and he pushes off the wall to move closer. His steps are a languid prowl, like a predator with cornered prey, and Donnie grips the arms of his chair until the leather creaks under his fingers. He's fighting every instinct in his stupid body that's telling him to pounce on this maddening, beautiful creature, to pin him to the floor and show him who the real predator is.

Eshra stops just out of arm's reach, and Donatello isn't sure why that pisses him off so bad. The yokai gives the turtle a long, slow onceover, his golden gaze snagging on the wetness slicking Donnie's thighs before flicking up to the mutant's face again. Finally he speaks.

"I know what it is." His voice is lower than usual, throatier, edged with something not quite a purr. Donnie has heard a lot of Eshra's noises -- happy trilling, excited chirps, contented churring, and once an eerie, rattling hiss when he was really angry -- but this is a new one, and suddenly he's desperate to find out what other sounds the yokai can make. For science, of course.

Before Donatello can deal with this new realization, however, Eshra is suddenly right up in his space, leaning over to plant his clawed, three-digited hands on Donnie's thighs and tuck his muzzle right into the turtle's throat. He inhales deeply, and Donnie's vision swims when he realizes Eshra is scenting him. The arms of his chair creak ominously again, and the softshell has to consciously force himself to ease his death grip before he snaps them right off.

"Wh-what are you doing?" His voice is rough and breathless even to his own ears.

"Helping," Eshra chirps, as though the answer is obvious.

"This is… not… helping," Donnie grates out through gritted teeth.

"Mmhm, tell me that again at the end of the week." His friend sounds maddeningly blase about the entire thing, and Donnie somehow finds the wherewithal to grab him, gently but firmly, by the shoulders and push him back a step or two. Eshra cocks his head, his crest lifted slightly in a silent question that Donatello learned to read years ago.

"I don't think you truly comprehend what I'm dealing with here." Donnie wrestles his hormone-soaked, instinct-addled brain into some form of coherency, for his sake and for Eshra's. The smell of rain on new grass is still filling his nose, making him desperate to bury his face against Eshra's neck -- or better yet, between his thighs -- and drown in it, and he viciously fights the urge back, because he needs to explain, needs to make his friend understand.

Friend. He's your friend. He's your friend that you're not going to throw over this workbench and-- goddammit.

"This is my mating season," he goes on. You can do this, Donatello. You're a scientist. You're just explaining simple scientific facts. It's fine. "I am currently suffering certain… biological urges… that are difficult for me to resist. If you insist on staying in close proximity, those urges may end up overriding my higher brain functions and--"

Eshra stops him with a gentle finger against his beak, and Donnie's eyes widen, quite sure he's never been shut down so neatly or so fast. They widen still further when Eshra gently says, "Dee, I know. I know exactly what I'm setting myself up for, which is why I made sure to carbo-load before I came in here." And just in case Donnie still isn't getting the hint, the yokai drops his hand from the turtle's face to between his legs, pressing dexterous fingers against his cloaca with such practiced ease that in that instant, Donatello knows what Eshra is hiding under those unreasonably tight athletic shorts he's so fond of.

That's all it takes for every base urge, every primal instinct that Donnie's been unsuccessfully throttling to come roaring back to the forefront, and this time he doesn't fight them. Before either of them is sure it's even happening, he's up out of his chair and has Eshra on his back on the workbench, looming over him and caging him in with one muscular arm on either side of the yokai's lithe torso, although he's still careful not trap or pull on any of his friend's tertiary feathers. Something dark and dominant stirs inside of him at the sight of Eshra stretched out underneath him, golden eyes wide but trusting, pulse fluttering in that slender white throat, and he hungrily runs his tongue over the edges of his teeth without really realizing it.

Beneath him, Eshra immediately relaxes and submits, as if on instinct, and something about the way he tips his chin up just so to bare his neck makes Donnie's blood sing. Is this what he's been missing all these seasons? Could he have been indulging in this for years and he's only just now realizing it? Jesus wept.

Now, finally, it's Donatello's turn to smirk, showing off fangs that are sharper than one might expect.

"All right. But remember, you literally asked for this."

Later – so, so much later – laying blissed out, drained dry, finally satisfied for the first season ever, and with a sleepy, thoroughly fucked yokai sprawled across his plastron, Donnie thinks that maybe his unmutated hindbrain had a point after all.

[narzissenkreuz-ordo]

1, 9, 12, 16, 17, 21?

1. the character everyone gets wrong

i've answered this one already but gonna double down on dan heng/dan feng (their relation cannot be defined as black and white as fandom wants it to be) & neuvillette (he's not a uwu cry baby who doesn't know what sex is)

9. worst part of canon

[puts on my clown shoes] the high cloud quintet......... and also the fact that jing yuan literally has no reason to be in the story as is. they did not utilize his character at ALL when they could have easier done some cool things with him, but it all fell flat in the end and it sucks since he was the character i got into hsr for (im a big fan of his eng VA and only started playing bc of him)

and for genshin. they nerfed dottore with sexy anime ass plague doctor aesthetic. its just so boring and predictable. RIP webttore you should have survived the dottore segment hunger games not omega :/

12. the unpopular character(s) that you actually like and why more people should like them

the entire narzissenkreuz cast.... like genuinely one of the coolest and most tragic group of characters from more recent in game history that is fully expanded on in world quests. it a great self contained story told over 3 patches and offers neat context to the events of the fontaine archon quests but more specifically.... rene de petrichor i love you and youre unhinged culty academic shenanigans

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

im sorry but fanon haikaveh (its annoying & reduces their characters down to just a tropey ship) and jingheng (its boring) and i understand why people like neuvifuri and its neat they can be read as so many different relationship dynamics but i very much dislike it in a romantic sense.

i hate the weird sexualization of wriothesley being a prison warden x prisoner! reader, canon character, oc etc

but as for general tropes i think friends to lovers is boring and a snooze fest on its own. wheres the drama....the conflict.... the compelling plot. and i think high school aus are cringe in general. especially from either adult writers or characters who are already adults in canon

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

like in general? im sick of seeing so much rendered/soft shaded 'anime-esque' fanart being the most appreciated in fandom spaces. not to say these folks aren't talented they ARE but it feels like their type of work is the only stuff being praised and lifted in communities i personally would REALLY love to see more graphic and exaggerated cartoon work because i feel like there can so much personality put into pieces like than rather than just pure skill and technique in more rendered/painted styles of work

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

i really don't have any interested in the traveler as a character. i understand Why they exist but id have just as much if not more fun if they didn't have a story arc of their own........ the abyss twin being connected to khaehnri'ah and the abyss order is more interesting than the traveler's entire journey

[cepheusgalaxy]

The Oc Masterpost

A while ago, somebody sent me an ask asking who my ocs where. I wanted to make a proper introdution, so on each link is a post with a certain cast of ocs. They are separated for wip, and there is a little bit of context on the top of each one.

1. Ein (im rebooting it, you could say)

2. Totsuka and Megan: Mishappen Heroes (updated! Meet Donatello and Lady Iz)

3. The War Of The Human Throne (updated! Meet Aalyah.)

4. 9 Gates Of Hell

5. Across Time & Odds

6. Project Three (placeholder name)

7. Little Red Riding Hood Cyberpunk

8. The Snow White One

Still on the brainstorm phase:

9. (coming out eventually)

10. (about a knight girl and her sassy trans magician friends. Ugh--coming out eventually)

11. (chosen one story--coming out eventually)

Wipless ones:

12. Petrichor oc - he was born of a redrawing i did of an old piece. In the original drawing, the character was a girl but I decided to make him trans just like me. He has long pink hair and is a witch on a modern witch academy. That's all his lore. Main traits: Cocky, playful, confident.

Note: If there are any typos or things that you couldn't understand, please lmk! I want to make them very neat and simple to read.

[anoncat6]

PETRICHOR | sihtric x oc | part twelve

part one

12. tidman, thyra, and a fire

They had rowed back to Coccham, retaking Gisela’s hall and home without a shed of blood. The Bishop Erkenwald was now leaving for Winchester, and upon Uhtred’s orders they were to join him, pretending to act as a guard. He and Osferth would follow soon after they killed Skade, and minus one curse. 

Arriving at Winchester, Steappa had allowed them to enter, though not before a tedious delay. Sihtric, Finan and Ghylena now stood at the stables.

“Is that Aethelwold the sword-Dane I see?” Finan mocked, “Looks like you’ve mislaid an eye.”

“I see you perfectly, Finan. Though I do not see your master.” “Unsurprising.” Ghylena muttered. 

“Uhtred. Where is he?” Aethelwold’s face was marred and grisly, but Ghylena thought he looked just as ugly as he always had.

“Standing at your blind-side, perhaps.” Finan threw, and Sihtric huffed a laugh.

Moving on towards the steps to the palace, Ghylena moved to approach the Bishop Erkenwald.

“Bishop!” She put on a sickeningly sweet voice, “Bishop, pardon me, but I heard from the men that there is to be a wedding?” “Edward is to marry, yes. A sweet girl, like yourself.” 

Ghylena smiled wider, hoping to hide the disgust in her eyes, “Yes, of course. Only it is that I love a good wedding— I myself have found great peace in my marriage. I was wondering if it would be acceptable were my friends and I to stay a short while? Just long enough to enjoy the celebrations, Lord, that is all.” 

The Bishop nodded, falling for her supplication, “You are welcome, Lady, I’m sure, as are your people.”

“Many thanks to you, Bishop.” Ghlyena smiled as serenely as she could as the man walked away.

Finan and Sihtric approached behind her then. 

“Laying it on a bit thick, weren’t we?” An Irish accent lilted.

Ghylena’s bare grin dropped, her cheeks aching as she snipped, “Do you want the plan to work or not, Finan?”

Sihtric stood in front of her now, a small bouquet of pleasant flowers in hand. She sent him a questioning look, but his only reply was to reach into her hair and place the delicate flowers throughout her braids. She stared at him in awe.

“Awk, ye wee sap.” Finan feigned disgust, before being jumped by the unforeseen arrival of Osferth.

“Walk with me, Lena. We are not needed for this part.” Sihtric suggested, tucking the last bloom behind her ear.

Still entranced by her thoughtful husband, Ghylena about managed a nod before he smirked— enjoying his effect on her— and dragged her away by the hand.

<>

They had been walking and talking for most of the evening, and now night had come, and still they basked in each other’s presence, content in their brief peace.

Emerging from a side street back into a main line, Sihtric was the first to spot Aethelwold and his men as they strutted towards Beocca’s house.

Turning to look down at her, Sihtric kissed Lena’s forward before ushering her forward, “Go, follow them, go!”

Nodding, Lena dashed after them, throwing a look behind her to see Sihtric running to alert Finan and the rest of their men. Resting her hand lightly at her stomach, Ghylena followed Aethelwold’s band through the roads until they came upon Beocca’s house.

Pyrlig appeared then, standing between the horde and their target.

“If it is not the disgraced, yet forgiven Lord Aethelwold, sword drawn. You have stopped, I see, outside this house. ”

“You should show a little respect, Father Pyrlig.” Aethelwold simpered.

Pushing through the cloaked men, Ghylena stood herself beside Pyrlig.

“I believe it is you who should show some decorum, Lord Aethelwold. Or did Alfred take your manners as well as your eye?”

“You would let a woman stand with you as an equal, Pyrlig?” Aethelwold simpered.

“I would let this woman stand for me any day, which is more than I can say for you, Lord.”

“Father,” Lord Sigebriht spoke now, “There is an outlaw walking free.”

Pyrlig pretended to be afraid, looking from side to side as he replied, “An outlaw? Who?”

“It is not your place to ask.” Aethelwold looked away.

“And it is not your place to raid someone’s home, Lord.” Ghylena declared.

Soon after this, Beocca came out of his home, with Aethelwold surrounding the house with his men before Sihtric arrived with their back up. Thyra exited the home then, settling the dispute by allowing the men to enter and search. 

“Beocca, I have been listening. If these men wish to look inside our home, then we should allow it. We have nothing to hide, nothing at all. Please, come inside, Aethelwold.”

After searching the building and coming up with nothing, the men left; Uhtred hidden under the floorboards in an emergency ditch built by Thyra.

Father Beocca spoke as Aethelwold left, “Where in God’s name is he?” 

<>

A man had harassed Thyra in the streets, she came home crying, and Hild had been the first to notice. Not soon after, Beocca had exploded into the streets, Uhtred and his warriors following close behind.

Beocca was red-faced, enraged and chewing at the bit.

“TIDMAN! I’m looking for a rat named Tidman!” Beocca yelled, “Are you Tidman? I asked, are you Tidman?”

Aethelwold appeared then, always popping up where he’s not wanted.

“Father Beocca, good morning. And Uhtred, free man of Wessex.”

“I’m looking for a man named Tidman. Does the coward belong to you?” 

“He does not.” “I am not a coward,” the lump on the bench spoke then, a great big shit of a man who’s mouth was too big for his jaw, “What is it you want, priest?”

Eyes lit with excitement, Ghylena couldn’t wait to see the priest hit him. 

“What I want, oaf, is for you to heed my warning. Speak to or go near my wife again and I shall beat the shit from you! It is a promise.” “I called your woman a Dane, is that… is that not what she is?”

“Have you not understood me?” Beocca leaned closer, “You don’t appear to be the cleverest of men.” 

“Do you speak to me as a man or a priest?” Tidman’s teeth were yellow, if not brown.

And then Beocca pounced, head butting the man and roaring “Does that answer your question!? DOES IT?!”

Ghylena laughed, wide-mouthed and whole-heartedly giggling with joy at the sigh of Tidman’s comeuppance. She stood behind them all, leaning against the wall now with her hands on her hilts, watching the magic unfold. Since Osferth’s news of Skade’s death, Ghylena felt lighter and more alive, as if the clouds had finally parted on a crisp winter morning.

The men moved to pull Beocca off Tidman, but Ghylena could see Sihtric smiling, unable to hide his mirth at the shock of a priest beating a man.

When Beocca lied and claimed to be calm only to lunge for him again, giving Tidman a bloody nose and straw-covered back, Ghylena felt herself glowing with pride and satisfaction. 

Good, she thought, Show them that Thyra is not unprotected.

<>

Alfred died the next day.

Being that Beocca had to be at the front of the hall, performing the funeral rites, Ghylena had offered to kept Thyra company and as such, was now stood beside her friend, enduring the same intolerable pestering as she from the rat Tidman.

Shoving into their backs, Tidman kept his voice low, unwilling to create a fuss. It was only for Ghylena’s respect for the dead that she did not turn around to break his nose.

“You Danes should not be here.” He hissed.

Seeing Thyra’s anxiety, and feeling extremely uncomfortable herself, Ghylena took her by the hand and silently led her from the hall.

Once outside the doors, she spoke, “Let’s just take you home, hm?” 

Smiling in thanks, Thyra still seemed unsettled as she replied, “Yes, that sounds like a good idea.”

When they had come within sightline of the home, Tidman made his presence known, throwing rocks and insults at their backs. Unwilling to frighten Thyra more, Ghylena simply grit her teeth and ushered her to the house. 

“Come Thyra, get inside and I will handle him. Bolt the door, hide.” 

Rushing to the house, Ghylena managed to push Thyra through the doorway, right before turning around into the stinking presence of Tidman. She hadn’t realised how close he had been behind them, gasping in shock and instantly regretting it whenever she inhaled a lungful of his sweat and stench.

Schooling her expression, Ghylena turned her head up to look him in the eye, and felt her stomach roll at the hungry look in his eyes.

He was so close to her that if she lifted her arm in front of her it would be touching his chest, and she felt trapped. Having just been at the palace, she was weaponless, forced to leave her daggers outside the hall before entering.

Tidman clearly had secured his own weapons before stalking them.

“Come no closer!” She couldn’t help the waver in her voice, realising that no-one knew where she was and that she might need help. 

“Little Dane wants to play hero, does she?” Tidman snorted.

“Little Dane would drop you to your knees in the square, shit-stain.” His insults had gotten to her, raising a flare of her temper in defiance of her fear.

Suddenly, he shot forward, invading her space and forcing her to back into the door. 

He smirked, and his rotten breath stank. “Not so feisty now, are we?”

Ghylena steeled herself, tilting her head before suddenly punching him in the gut and trying to run under his arm. 

She nearly made it, 2 paces behind him before he reached around and caught hold of her hair, still with Sihtric’s flowers braided through it. 

A yelp of pain shot from her as he yanked her backwards, fisting his fingers against her scalp before throwing her to the ground.

Wincing from pain and gasping for air after being winded, Ghylena took one second too long to recover, and then he was on top of her. A growl of frustration left her as he held her arms down, legs on either side of her waist and pinning her with his weight. 

“Bastard!” She yelled, spitting in his face with precision.

Her saliva dripped from his eye now, and apparently she had finally broken his inflated ego, making him give up on trying to harass her. 

Using his grip on her hair to slam her skull into the floor, he brutally knocked her out before climbing off of her.

Spitting on her unconscious body, he turned to Thyra’s home, and left with one hushed promise. 

“I’ll come back for you after I’ve had the redhead.”

<>

The heat and noise was what roused her.

Ghylena slowly dragged her eyes open, head pounding and confused as to where she was.

Searing flames roared around her, and the yells of desperate men rang into the night. 

Pushing herself up from the ground, Ghylena steadied her feet beneath her before moving away from the burning house as fast as she could.

What in holy hells happened? How did I end up here? She thought.

Fumbling away from the smoke, Ghylena heaved clean air into her lungs as her hand raised to her head, confused by the sticky feeling on her skin.

She winced, pain splicing her head as her fingers came away bloody.

Staring at the red, her memory came rushing back to her in that moment.

Tidman.

Thyra.

Was Thyra alright? Was she still in the house? Ghylena turned to the fire again, face growing in horror as the building was engulfed, and began to crumble.

Still dizzy, and with a thumping headache, Ghylena didn’t hear Sihtric when he first ran to her. Only when he turned her by the shoulder to face him, looking her in the eyes and shaking her from her horrified stupor, did she hear him.

“Lena! Lena, what happened?! You’re bleeding?” He was frantic.

Shaking her head, she could only choke out one word, “Thyra.”

Finan came running then, joining the men who were desperately trying to fight the blaze, but it was hopeless. The thatched roof of the porch dropped to the ground then, as Finan asked for Thyra’s whereabouts. Lena started to cry then, helpless dread eating at her stomach. 

Thyra was still inside, trapped in a death that Ghylena helped create.

The fire only burned hotter.

-> up next: 'ambush in the forest'...

Tags: @travelingmypassion

[creature-of-the-stars]

Captain Solok/Human OC | 🚧

Chapter 1: First Clue ✅

Chapter 2: Shots Fired ✅

Chapter 3: Your Move ✅

Chapter 4: Petrichor ✅

Chapter 5: Surrender ✅ (Alt ending)

Chapter 6: Houdini ✅

Chapter 7: Demands ✅

Chapter 8: The Doctor’s Wife ✅

Chapter 9: Quick! It’s the Fuzz! ✅

Chapter 10: A'lazabs

Chapter 11: Glitter 🚧

Chapter 12: Needs of the One 🍑 🚧

Chapter 13: Magnet 🍑 🚧

Chapter 14: Soft Spot 🔪 🚧

Chapter ???…👀

Captain Solok/F Human OC | complete ✅

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[floofgryph]

Second OC for the Liam & Co Universe

Name: Callirrhoe D'Agincourt, Fulgora (birth name)

Species: Mermaid-lamia hybrid

Birthday: December 28th (the day she was found), April 10th (the day she was born)

Age: Between 7 and 12

Sexuality: Questioning

Occupation: Familiar

Abilities: Due to her unique mythological heritage, she can effortlessly breathe underwater and on land. Once underwater, Callirrhoe is an extraordinarily fast swimmer compared to the average human. She can control and manipulate the tides such as crashing down on her targets that wash everything away and riding on the waves. She can create, shape, and manipulate electricity, using it to summon lightning bolts and create thunderstorms. She can shock her targets, which either paralyses them, burns them or stops their hearts in severe cases. She possesses a beautiful and hypnotising voice, which often lures people either to their death or following her commands. She can shapeshift into an eel-like sea serpent and remove her eyes in order to sleep.

Personality: Callirrhoe often keeps her emotions and ideas hidden to herself, and is very observant, being able to notice small details that others don’t. She’s very energetic and spends most of her time playing by herself or pulling harmless pranks on others. She possesses a meticulous imagination that she puts into use through art, playtime, and mischievous pranks. She’s naturally curious and isn’t afraid to ask questions in order to expand her knowledge. She’s usually cautious around unfamiliar faces and confronting new situations, and is on high alert for many potential dangers. Callirrhoe is very protective of those she truly cares about and is often willing to put her life at risk. She’s easily aroused by the feelings of others due to her sensitivity, which allows to effectively understand other people on an emotional level.

She’s very kind-hearted and gentle when interacting with other people, and often takes into account what they’re thinking and their emotions. She has great adaptability skills, allowing to change and develop as a better individual and come to terms with her circumstances. She can be quite stubborn, showing an unwillingness to change her current attitude and position on something. It also makes things more complicated when there are good reasons to avoid causing certain problems that might arise when she does so. She’s also persistent in regards to getting what she wants or not wanting to do specific things that she sees as having no benefit to her and/or other people. Due to her trust issues and fear of getting hurt, she isn’t very social and prefers to spend her time alone or with Arsinoe. She’s afraid that she might lose control over her tide manipulation and electrokinetic powers. She also fears that people will try to use her for their own selfish desires when they know about her tide manipulation, electrokinetic, and hypnotic abilities.

Likes: Petrichor, precious stones and crystals, the sound of ocean waves, aquatic mammals, collecting abalone shells, stuffed animals, cloud spotting, painting with Arsinoe, origami, and thunderstorms.

Dislikes: Loud noises, painful stimuli, dehumanising torture, fearmongering, hot and damp weather, the sound of a ticking clock, her arms being touched, putrid smells, taxidermy, and having an upset stomach.

Equipment: A satchel bag, a bone ocarina, a Scottish dirk, a regent st blue and saffron yellow dragon plushie with reflective silver spots and a forked tongue sticking out, a red-violet dog plushie with a glittery bronze horn, a lavender axolotl plushie with a magenta haze and emerald green sheen, a rosy maple moth plushie with powder blue eyes, a seal plushie, a dolphin plushie, a her scrap-booking journal, and the abalone shells she has collected so far.

Physical and outfit appearance: She’s around 5’ 3” (160.02 cm) and has an endomorphic body type with slim arms and a partially defined waist. Her skin is a glistening prim and she has bouquet freckles on her face, hands, and neck. She has webbed hands with sharp black claws and below the waist she has a plum serpentine body with a satin linen underbelly. She has a water leaf transparent, eel-like fin from her neck to the tip of her tail. Her eyes are a sunburst amethyst smoke-cascade and she has prominent, snake-like fangs. She has medium long hair with partial waves and it’s the hue of shimmering wine berry.

She often wears a bossanova ruffled, off-the-shoulders dress that Arsinoe was nice enough to clean for her. It has short lantern sleeves and the dress is partially below her waist. Underneath her dress is a sleeveless tank top of cutty sark. On her left wrist is a silver bracelet with seashell, key, crescent, and coin charms, and a hippie blue beaded torsade. Whenever she gets cold, she wears a wolfskin cloak with a turquoise cotton velvet lining.

Family: 

Hersilia (mermaid mother)

Sollemnia (lamia mother)

Pherenike (adoptive grandmother)

Hunfrid Lamirande-Brindamour (adoptive grandfather)

Arsinoe J. Lamirande-Brindamour (adoptive mother)

Biography: In order to consummate their love, Hersilia created a child that possessed the physical and magical traits of herself and her lover, Sollemnia. They named her Fulgora and took turns raising her due to their environmental disadvantages. Fulgora and her parents lived a happy, peaceful life together on the outskirts of the Aicexutis Kingdom. One day, Fulgora was kidnapped by a group of men working for a supposed printing business called The Cockcrow Gazette. Their founder, Lóegaire, wanted to use her abilities to kickstart a revolution and overthrow the Aicexutis Kingdom. He desperately tried to brainwash her into believing that he’s leading a righteous cause, but she remained stubborn and was insistent that she would help him. He proceeded to psychologically torture her and continue further brainwashing, which eventually caused dissociative amnesia. Fearing for her life and having enough of this, she made a brave attempt to escape and was successful. Due to her amnesia, she had difficulty remembering where she originally belonged and even her name. While starving and lost, she was approached by Arsinoe who decided to take the poor girl under her wing. She was given the name Callirrhoe D'Agincourt, and Arsinoe promised that she’ll help her find her family and put an end to Lóegaire’s madness. Even though Callirrhoe is Arsinoe’s familiar, she was raised as her own daughter, ensuring that she was safe and healthy.

@ask-liam-and-co

[hirukochan]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thanks for the tag, @loneamaryllis

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

12!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

874,060 - When did that get so much??? I've only picked writing back up in January!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently mainly Harry Potter and I have one Rings of Power fanfic on hiatus (for now). I used to write for all sorts of fandoms though! Pirates of the Caribbean, The Hobbit, Percy Jackson, Marvel, Vampire Diaries, Naruto - to name a few.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

"Your tears are of no relevance to me", my dark Snape/reader fic

2. Cigarette smoke, Profanities and Stolen Kisses, Snape/reader smut

3. A Servant of Death, my Snape/OC longfic, my baby, my beloved

4. Carrying Atlas, Deeply traumatised, sarcastic Snape/broken Harrie ddlg/pet play fic with much hurt and even more comfort

5. Stood-up, my three-part Snape/former student!reader oneshot/mini-fic

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to reply to each one! I love to hear what people think and interact with readers!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't actually have that many fics finished 😅

I love long fics, I love reading them and I love writing them so most of my works are still ongoing (and seem to be staying ongoing for a while to come 😅)

I'd say Petrichor. It's a Voldemort-wins AU so things are bound to look hopeless and dark.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Severus and his Sunshine!!!! A very fluffy, hopful ending 🥰

8. Do you get hate on fics?

After initially posting A Servant of Death II quite a few readers were angry the story would not be moving into a direction they wanted. Haven't gotten any since.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes 😃

I write Dom/sub mostly! Proper D/s (apart from my dark!fics) with safewords and boundaries and aftercare! I love including kink-wear and collars and other fun toys! All sorts of kinks, lighter and a few darker, more taboo kinks. Lots of bondage!!

Also dub-con and dark smut and I'm venturing into poly and threesome territory lately.

Basically anything I find interesting or worth exploring!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No. I had a rather ambitious crossover idea when I was a teen about a group of people chosen by the gods I had created to protect the universes of the world with every book/show/movie in existance being a universe that had been locked away by some evil supernatural beings. Each of the four people in the group could travel between the universes and had to fix the timelines if things went wrong. Basically all the misery happening in the stories was the supernatural beings messing with the universes. I wrote the first part that played in The Hobbit and started the second part that would take place in Naruto but I never continued the project.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of but I do know that after I published my first HP fic on Wattpad back when I was...uff idk 13?? suddenly everybody in the german marauders fandom was writing Voldemort's daughter fics. I thought that was interesting since I wrote mine because I couldn't find any Voldemort's child fics in german (my english was shit at the time, I'm sure otherwise I would have found plenty to read! 😂)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! But someone once made a podfic of my Adventcalender one-shot collection (with my permission). I don't think it's still online though. (god I hope not, those were terrible 😬)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No and I don't think I ever will. My mind is a strange and cluttered space and teamwork has never been a strong suit. I've been asked though, but that was more of a 'I have x-idea, will you write it for me?' then an actual inquiry.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Ummmmm....OCs. Everybody/OC. I love OC's. I love reading them, creating them, I love that I can have a person whose weaknesses and strength and personality fit my fav characters perfectly, especially since my fav characters tend to be unsocial loners with terrible trauma.

Apart from that I'm not much of a shipper...Snarriet probaly (thanks to @loneamaryllis - you know what you did 😑, jokes aside I've been thoroughly enjoying this ship and the community is so sweet!)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I sure hope I'll finish them all! Strawberries and Sin is being neglected right now 😅 but I love the characters and I'm certainly not planing on abandoning the story!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm good at worldbuilding, I certainly enjoy expanding existing universes with my own ideas! Whether it's by adding an entire Vampire monarchy including an origin story of how vampires came to exist or World Duelling Championships for my heir of a rich pureblood family to power herself out at.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I never know if I describe things enough, surroundings, emotions, etc. I think I tend to fixate on what a character is doing with their hands 😂

Also I can get lost in developing the relationship between two characters and forget to advance the plot just to then focus on the plot and neglect the characters 😅 still trying to find a balance there.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Been there, done that! I think it can be fun.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Written? Naruto! I was nine I think and I had no idea that fanfiction even exists or that other people were writing them! I just wrote down a truly terrible story on an old notepad I had.

The first fandom I created stories for in my mind was Harry Potter at around nine!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

A fic that is currently not on the internet anymore that I want to rework and publish once I've worked through some WIPs. It's about Snape and his best friend from an opressed people who both ended up joining Voldemort for good intentions and end up in his bed (two Death Eaters eagerly serving their new master 😏) but quickly realise he is not what he promised to be.

From my published fics it's a draw between A Servant of Death and 'Your tears are of no relevance to me'!

Tagging anyone who wants to do it 🫶🏻💖

[boghermit]

Edgy OC ask meme for Salem and your new blue Tiefling.

1.What memory would your OC rather just forget?

4.When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

16. What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

Thank you for posting the questions, I probably shoulda done that for yours. 😭

Under cut for long post and spoilers.

For Salem

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

Waking up in the middle of Kressa Bonedaughter's vivisection, and all fragmented memories surrounding that incident. Then the whole thing with his parents. And he wishes he didn't have any fond memories with Gortash. It's weird because he'll be like "I wish I could remember everything," but every time he remembers something, it fucking sucks.

4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

Fight or freeze.

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

"I won't bring no materials to the afterlife Take no possessions, I would rather travel light I'm of this kind that kills all day But I don't know yet how to die"

From Gojira's The Art of Dying

12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

Yes. Has purposefully injured and poisoned himself in the past and after the Nautiloid, he has to be careful around alcohol, or he develops a habit. He also doesn't take good care of himself (remembering to eat, groom) but that's not necessarily on purpose.

16. What's your OC's pain tolerance like?

Very high.

21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

He has the partial amnesia and migraines, caused by the Dark Urge events before the Nautiloid. He makes a lot of potions, teas, and herbal remedies for himself. After being attacked by Orin, he started going blind in the left eye - hence why he let Ethel go ahead and take it. He handles it pretty well all things considering, but bumps into things a lot.

I'm not sure what mental disorders he has, but I know he at least has CPTSD. Possibly OCD too. I'm not sure.

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Has trouble processing grief. Has trouble expressing sympathy even though he feels it. Definitely the guy who says shit like "that's rough buddy :( " after you tell him your girlfriend turned into the moon.

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

His whole "cursed mushroom druid who smells like petrichor and metal" vibe.

For Tanngrisnir (the tief)

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

Not sure about her earlier years but right now she's not fond of the whole Breaking Her Oath moment. She thought she was doing the right thing freeing Sazza! No tieflings got hurt! She snuck out of there and everything!

4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

Freeze. Very much a "wants to be tough but turns to ice when she's terrified" character.

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

Hmmm, not yet! But the character creation theme music has been floating around in my head while I play her.

12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

She's a total perfectionist, overthinks everything involving cases of "right" or "wrong," and in spite of her fairly calm and cheery demeanor, broods a lot.

16. What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

Above average, maybe even higher than Salem's pain tolerance, which is pretty high.

21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

As I answer these I'm starting to get OCD vibes from her (speaking as someone with OCD). She has a lot of body aches from spending so much of her life roughing it and fighting in heavy armor wielding heavy weapons and shields.

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Anger (both)

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?

I really like her design! Tall, big horns, cool color palette contrasting with warm. I could see myself having fun with drawing her.

[ruthlesslistener]

oh one last destiny ask for the night. Ghost my beloved. the most prevalent character and somehow so underrated. He went from annoying to incredibly relatable and I wish i could turn on an option to have my guardian occasionally respond. (Another underrated thing, tbh. I like the guardian's voice and want to hear more of it, honestly, even it's just an occasional chuckle or noise of agreement to Ghost's occasional musings and such)

Ghost is adorable, I love him <3 tiny friendly robot my beloved...he never annoyed me but that's probably because the latest content that I ever played for Destiny was Forsaken, right before it got vaulted. But still, something about ghosts in general gives me budgie vibes, which means that I'm extra soft towards them, provided they're not hive ghosts.

As for the guardian's voice, I'm 50/50 on it. On one hand, all my guardians are my own ocs, who tend to be talkative folk and certainly wouldn't stand silently off to the sidelines, but on the other hand, I'm personally a super huge fan of the 'deadly silent protagonist' trope, so idk. At the very least, the guardian not talking doesn't jumpscare me too often with 'that isn't how Aeris or Petrichor-12 would speak!', so that also works in my books

[vancilocs]

Can i get a uu plains and vesper?

writing on phone bc cant be arsed to get the laptop

1. How does your OC feel about their full name?

It's very. Plain. *wheeze* but no it's just him, he is plains, nothing special to it

They like their first name, picked it themselves hundreds of years ago to strengthen their own identity

2. What do strangers notice about them first?

Big boy no matter the form, humanoid form also has the fur shawl so that's an eyecatcher

Tall, fairly striking with the red eyes and white skin, facial tattoos

3. How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

He's quiet in general but alone even more so and more focused on naps and berries (especially if there's not a Forest to pummel)

They're quite outgoing and witty and sarcastic in company, and active even when alone, doesn't sit still much

4. How do they act around a crush?

Fairly normally, is just more attentive and more physically affectionate

Gets closer, laughs louder, more physical contact like punching them in the arm

5. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

Ears go flat. Never lies though

No, they don't lie much but when they do they do so with a completely straight face

6. What do they smell like?

Grass, leaves, petrichor, fresh air, soil, some flowers

Lovely scented deodorant, sweat, laundry stuff they wash their clothes with

7. What is their hair texture like?

Softer than the bear fur, but still on the rougher side

Silken smooth

8. How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?

Doesn't wear jewelry apart from the occasional flower

Doesn't really wear jewelry, kept Orion's engagement ring for a while but ended up selling it

9. Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?

MOM

Swears like a sailor

10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

Sleeping for 4-5 months a year is one thing, leaves claw marks on trees sometimes just for fun and to show where he was

Cannot sit straight, always lifting legs on table, sitting on counters, sprawled over couches and people, manspreads

11. What color do they look strikingly good in?

I think brown and green are his colours. Some yellow could be nice

Any colour tbh but red would compliment their eyes

12. How do they show affection to someone they love?

Cuddles and other affectionate touch, scratches their back, makes some flowers, brings snacks, chats.

Throws self on them basically, kisses, lighthearted teasing, asking about day, bites if you're not careful

13. Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

Not strong, but occasional

Very strong and intimidating

14. What attributes do they have that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?

Well his mom is Earth, so nature and godly powers are very strong in him. But also being lovable and kind and good-natured are things she gave him and his brothers. Plains is especially calm and tranquil (lazy) of the three.

Both their parents made them extremely stubborn, competetive and honestly kinda toxic, has affected their relationships a Lot. Always has to "win" any argument. Has worked for a long time to get better and while they still are fairly confrontational can actually admit that they're wrong/this shouldn't even be an argument because both are right

15. Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

His weakness is being passive and lazy but it doesn't hurt him or nature, everyone thrives

Good at reading people, good at jumping to conclusions and needlessly poking at weak spots.

16. How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)

His childhood is hard to compare to regular ones, if anything it makes it so people who disrespect or don't understand nature make him sad

Don't trust anyone, don't trust institutions, nobody has your best interests in mind and aim to use you for their own gain