#oc: apple jewel

[jaytoons7]

I haven't drawn MLP next gen kiddos since like, 2016. So... Throwback time!

It was really fun to design these little ponies (Plus dragon)!

Notes: I didn't use bases, But I did use show screenshots as a starting point. I cheated lol

I am not 100% caught up on MLP (I originally drifted a bit from a show by about season 7) but I do have an idea how things end.

Character lore below the cut (It gets long):

Fizzle Dust:

Uses She/They pronouns interchangabley

Fizzle was spellborn from Twilight and Tempest, But surprisingly ended up being an earth pony. She is a bit taller than most ponies their age since her parents are both pretty tall

Ever since they were little, She's always wanted to be a royal guard

They feel like they have a lot of expectations on her shoulders, Since Tempest is a royal guard and Twilight is a princess. She tries to hide that though

Raspberry:

Uses any pronouns

Nopony was sure what the child of Fluttershy and Discord would end up looking like. Turns out, Discord's chaotic genetics seemed to awaken Fluttershy's dormant bat pony genetics, Thus ending up with Raspberry

Raspberry very rarely speaks, Using mostly squeaks and chirps

Unfortunately, She was bullied a lot as a kid, Not just for being a bat pony, But because he had a lot of weird interests growing up

They have a pet snake named Banana Sundae

Topaz:

Uses She/Her pronouns

Topaz was found as an egg with her birth parents being nowhere to be found. Fluttershy and Discord took her in to make sure she hatched safely

Unlike her Raspberry, Topaz is very talkative. She sometimes ends up going on for hours

She wants to care for animals like Fluttershy

She might be a part of this gen's CMC

Chocolate Fudge:

Uses She/Her pronouns

Chocolate is Pinkie and Cheese's second child

While she isn't quite as energetic as the rest of her family, She's still really bubbly and sweet

She has naturally straight hair but she makes it curly, Which is why it looks a little weird at the ends

She loves baking and wants to take over Sugarcube Corner someday

Prism Spectrum:

Uses She/Her pronouns

Prism was adopted by Rainbow and Gilda

She was born without a right hind leg, So she tends to fly more than she walks

She is the definition of chill

She sometimes struggles to show her emotions, Similarly to her parents

Apple Jewel:

Uses They/Them pronouns

Jewel is the spellborn child of Rarity and Applejack (They had Twilight's help though)

They are a wonderful artist who recently opened an art studio in Ponyville

They have always been heavily inspired by both of their parents since they're such hard workers

They sometimes paint so long, They forget to sleep, Which is why they often look tired

Blue Bow:

Uses She/Her pronouns

Blue was adopted by Coco and Rara

She lived most of her life in Manehattan. She moved to Ponyville where it's a bit quieter

She's a very talented song writer, But is too nervous to perform what she writes

However, She has a secret stage persona (Think of it as a Hannah Montana situation) named Golden Symphony. She's a lot more confident with her stage name

[sugaryapplepie]

Rogue Thought: If y'all want ship names I will make those and make a list of them! :3

@puppy-the-mask will be used as an example for this:

Cas x Xingshen: Siren's Jewel Cas x Xingshen x Macaque: Dethereal Descendance Cas(sander) x Chandrelle: Sapphic Serenade Cas(sander) x Chandrelle x Jack: Distorted Symphonic Harmony

[thehyperrequiem]

Get in the Boat guys, we’re going to a festival!

This shall be my first Super Epic Cookie OC, and this Cookie Idea is suggested by @sam-rexian, enjoy!

Name: Gummy Jewel Cookie

Gender: Male

Rank: Epic (Ovenbreak)/Super Epic (Kingdom)

Cookie Title: Viking of The Gummy Odyssey Mix

Cookie Tags: SpecialControl, Jellies, Destruction, Potions

Pet: Humpback Submarine

Basic Jelly: “Let out your voice and it would bring out the beautiful colors of wonder.”

Skill: Gummy Jewel Cookie’s Magical Boat of Wonders will appear and he gets on it. The jump and slide buttons would control Gummy Jewel’s Vocal Range and when the music note hits the range, you gain points. If you miss the points, then you gain less points, after getting music notes, The Gummy Five would show up and that is where you rapidly tap the buttons to make one heck of a music show! Level up for more points and Magical Musical Mystery Sail points, and more starting energy.

Magic Candy: A Blue bar with a small icon of each sense will pop up, and it fills up faster than the green bar, once it is filled, Gummy Jewel Cookie will slam his mic like staff to the ground to activate powers that foreshadows The Gummy Five’s Skills; Green sends out a magical eye that shoots lasers of it, foreshadowing Apple Eye Cookie’s Skill. Pink sends out a magical hand that punches away the obstacles, foreshadowing one of Handy Cookie’s skills. Yellow sends out a magical lip that eats the obstacles and turns them into jellies, foreshadowing Zesty Taste Cookie’s Skill. Purple sends out a magical nose that sniffs out Purple Sense Jellies and sneezes out an energy bottle, foreshadowing Schnoz-berry Cookie’s Skills. And Blue sends out a Magical Ear that sends out sound waves and turns them into Energy Bottles in form of Music Note Jellies, foreshadowing Sarge Ear Cookie’s Skills. The stronger the enchanted power gets, the more points for the Five Senses of Power points gets!

Pet Skill: The Humpback Submarine will use echolocation to call some gummy fishes, making them jump from the ground and destroying some of the obstacles. Level up for more points and gummy fish jelly points.

Story: “Gummy Jewel Cookie awakens the power of his gummy gemstones filled with sour juicy gels in the gemstones of his. His origin was unknown on how he got froze in the lake yet it was caused by a terrible snowstorm, but it was told that he was found by five cookies of the 5 senses and they unfreeze him to wake him up from his Cryo nap. After being introduced to the five cookies, the big cookie shares his story through his singing and his magic fire show from his gummy jewel’s last remaining magic, they were impressed with his skills and thought of making a team together, or better yet in Gummy Jewel’s Perspective; a Band! So with their help of recharging the jewel by their magic as well as giving him five more gummy gemstones and playing notes, Gummy Jewel and the Gummy Five sets off on their magical boat of wonders and travel around Earthbread, sharing their songs and helping out cookies with festivities, as well as drinking juice and having fun, for they are The Gummy Odyssey Mix!”

Pet Story: “Humpback Submarine was made from one of Gummy Jewel’s Serenades for entertaining the cookies and it didn’t disappear like any magic made animal projections. After a little bit of time, Gummy Jewel decides to keep it as a pet and they did a whole lot of fun together. Until one day during a voyage, a terrible snowstorm swept everything away into a snowy wasteland with a giant frozen lake. There was nothing but remains of the boat Gummy Jewel was in, a surviving Humpback Submarine, and Gummy Jewel Cookie who is trapped in a ice cube. Distraught that it’s owner is frozen, it send out a SOS Echolocation Call to see if anyone is around to help unfreeze its owner while searching around for any cookie to help him out, and that’s where not only it meets 5 unlikely cookies with 5 powers of senses of their own…And they help free it’s owner, but that’s where the gummy odyssey started.”

Quotes:

New - “I sure love making entrances when it comes to festivals!”

General:

“All Aboard to the Magical Boat of Wonders!”

“I sure do love Berry Juice, goes well with parties!”

“Bring on the Foods and Drinks!”

“Anything’s better with the power of five senses.”

“🎵 Hop onto the Rainbow Sea! 🎵 ”

“Did anything happened while I was frozen?”

“The HollyBerry Essences runs within me!”

“I was once trapped in a cage of ice, but now..I am freeeeee~🎵”

“Welcome to the Gummy Odyssey!” 

Tired: “Hold on…Let me finish up here…”

Lobby:

Daily Gift: “Here! A gift from me to you!”

Tap:

“I am big, and there’s enough of me to go around!”

“Me and my Friends will help you out with the festival!”

“🎵 We travel the sea and air, brining cookies joy when they hear our fanfare! 🎵”

“Me and Sarge Ear? We sure have a thing going on between us!”

“You mind hearing our upcoming song? It’s a work in progress.”

Gifts:

“Wonderful! Let’s have a Toast to this bountiful time we are having!” (Given The Gummy Odyssey Special Brew)

“Wooooow! The majestic aura I am feeling from it, it’s…it’s so legendary, like a music instrument of destiny!” (Given Royal Golden Dough)

“Thanks for the festival trinket, my friend, I shall keep it!” (Neutral)

Relationship Chart:

Gummy Jewel Cookie 💛 The Gummy Five: “If it weren’t for them, I would be stuck in that ice cube for eternity.” (Admiration)

Gummy Jewel Cookie 💚 Princess Cookie: “I like her bold bravery and determination, She has the sparkling energy of HollyBerry!” (Friendly)

Gummy Jewel Cookie 💙 Knight Cookie: “You go on keeping her safe, Little Knight.” (Trust)

Gummy Jewel Cookie 💚 Rockstar Cookie: “His music is the bomb!” (Friendly)

Gummy Jewel Cookie 💚 Popping Candy Cookie: “These five remind me of my friends!” (Friendly)

Gummy Jewel Cookie 💙 Vampire Cookie: “Hahah! I like this guy! This guy has the right idea of partying; Drinking!” (Trust)

Gummy Jewel Cookie 💚 Sparkling Cookie: “This guy serves the best drinks in town!” (Friendly)

Gummy Jewel Cookie ❤️ Licorice Cookie: “That guy and his friends almost took over Hollyberry’s homeland while I was frozen! Nobody tries to take over HollyBerry Kingdom on my watch!” (Rival)

Gummy Jewel Cookie 🩶 Poison Mushroom Cookie: “I am keeping my drink away from that creep, I don’t want any mushrooms in my drink from what I heard of what they did to the drink.” (Tension)

And now, his crew of bandmates!

Group Name: The Gummy Five

Name of Cookies: Apple Eye Cookie, Handy Cookie, Zesty Taste Cookie, Schnoz-Berry Cookie, and Sarge Ear Cookie

Gender: Male

Rank: Epic

Cookie Title: The Gummy Senses

Cookie Tags: Speed, Jellies, Destruction, Revival, Potions

Pet: Prisma Speaker

Basic Jelly: “Get to know your senses, because without them, you’re nothing.”

Skill: Like the Cookimals, The Gummy Five takes turns on each run. At Apple Eye Cookie’s turn when activating his skill, he shoots out a green beam of green jelly to destroy obstacles and turn them into green teardrop jellies. At Handy Cookie’s turn when activating his skill, his hair forms to a hand by his dreadlocks to perform Rock Paper and Scissors while levitating to destroy obstacles and turn them into pink fingerprint jellies. At Zesty Taste Cookie’s turn when activating his skill, he uses his stretchy tongue to not only collect jellies, but he can destroy obstacles and collects the yellow tongue jellies. At Schnoz-Berry Cookie when activating his skill, he starts sniffing for Purple Pollen Jellies and then sneezes out an energy potion. And at Sarge Ear Cookie’s turn when activating his skill, he hears for blue sound jellies and they lead him to any hidden energy potions. Level up for more points and Power of Five points, and more starting energy.

Magic Candy: Their skills gets more advanced for each member they got. For Apple Eye Cookie, the green jelly beam would make a Green Eye Jelly that has a big amount of points. For Handy Cookie, each destruction would make a Pink Hand Jelly that has a big amount of points. For Zesty Taste Cookie, after he eats some jellies, he spat it out into a Yellow Lip Jelly that not only has a big amount of points, but it can regenerate some energy. For Schnoz-Berry Cookie, not only he can sneeze out an energy potion, but his sneezes can destroy obstacles and turn them into purple nose jellies. For Sarge Ear Cookie, not only he can make hidden energy potions appear, but he can also find a Blue Ear Jelly which has a big amount of points. The stronger the enchanted power gets, the more points for the Unleash the Senses points gets!

Pet Skill: The Prisma Speaker will play music to generate colorful musical note jellies as well as destroying obstacles, it can also revive a cookie with a big amount of energy. Level up for more points and Colorful Musical Flow points and more starting energy.

Story: “The Gummy Five have received gifts of gummy body parts and have become magical sorcerers with powers of the five senses; Apple Eye Cookie, the cunning leader of the group. Handy Cookie, the helpful smart guy of the group. Zesty Taste Cookie, the foodie and cook of the group. Schnoz-Berry Cookie, the doctor of the group. And Sarge Ear Cookie, the peaceful brawn of the group. They were wandering magicians, traveling around Earthbread to solve problems. One day, they come across a Submarine Whale who needs help unfreezing its owner, and so they unfroze the cookie who is none other than Gummy Jewel Cookie. After he shown some tricks and magic, they decided to let him join and he changed the group into a band that helps out not just cookies, but also festivals as well with the power of music and five senses, they are now called The Gummy Odyssey Mix.”

Pet Story: “Prisma Speaker is a pretty sight to behold, whenever it’s third eye opens up, it plays nice music to bring cookies up and going, it even goes well for parties. This thing was found by Apple Eye Cookie when he and his pals are off on a crusade, and upon discovering its happy music, they decided to keep it in their journeys as a pet and now they got music whenever they need it.”

Quotes: (When it comes to their quotes, the font color shows 

New - “Here comes the senses!”

General:

(💚)

“Welcome Aboard!”

“Just look through my magic eye.”

“Wanna see what I can do with my eye?”

(🩷)

“My hair can be another hand, you know.”

“I can still feel things even with a blindfold.”

“Step Right in, and feel the magic of music!”

(💛)

“Indulge with us, as I bring you the taste of the party!”

“You should try out the finger food, it’s delicious!”

“I’m not just a foodie, but I am a great cook!” 

(💜)

“Can you smell it? The fun has just begun!”

“I can smell anything, even emotion as well.”

“While we wait for the show, allow me to sponsor our bestsellers.”

(🩵)

“Open your ears everyone, the show’s about to begin!”

“I have great hearing!”

“Isn’t my lover the greatest singer?”

Tired: (💚) “My eye’s getting tired…” (🩷) “Everything’s too sweaty to feel…” (💛) “No thanks…I’m full..” (💜) “*sniff* *sniff* Not the Allergies…” (🩵) “Does anyone hear ringing or is it just me?”

Lobby:

Daily Gift: “(💚) Here! (🩷) Have this (💛) as a (💜) trinket, (🩵) Enjoy!”

Tap:

(💚)

“ My eye? I got this naturally!”

“I am Co-Leader of the group, but I am the leader to my four friends.”

“I can see everything and know any types of writing!”

(🩷)

“Feelings cannot just be around emotions, but it can be any physical contacts.”

“You should try out touch therapy for some change, it’s good for you.”

“If you try to do something behind me, my hair can stop you.”

(💛)

“I like tasting things, it’s a habit of mine.”

“Wanna see what I can do with my tongue?”

“I can cook you a fine meal while you wait for the show!”

(💜)

“Ooh! I can smell excitement in the air!”

“I suggest aroma therapy will help you calm down from stress and another problems.”

“This Groucho Necklace helps me smell in a supernatural way.”

(🩵)

“I love the sound of nature whenever in my spare time.”

“You wanna date? Sorry but I’m already taken..”

“You can tell me anything, I’m all ears!”

Gifts:

“(💚) These will definitely refill our sense powers!” (Given The Five Sense Charms)

“(💚) “What a pretty sight to behold!” (🩷) “It feels so silky!” (💛) “I bet it taste delicious! Is it edible?” (💜) “Ooo! It smells so good!” (🩵) “Gummy Jewel would love this as a gift!” (Given Royal Golden Dough)

“🎵Thank yooooooou~🎵!” (Neutral)

Relationship Chart:

The Gummy Five 💛 Gummy Jewel Cookie: (💚) “This cookie made our jobs better after we help him out.” (Admiration)

The Gummy Five 💚 Popping Candy: (🩷) “Another musical group of five? How interesting!” (Friendly)

The Gummy Five 💙 Sandwich Cookie: (💛) “She makes the best sandwiches!” (Trust)

The Gummy Five 💚 Rockstar Cookie: (🩵) “We should plan on making a collab together someday.” (Friendly)

Gummy Jewel Cookie 💚 Princess Cookie: (🩷) “Such a nice lady! She always full of pep and courage, just like Gummy Jewel!” (Friendly)

The Gummy Five 💛 Moon Rabbit Cookie: (💛) “Ooh! I cannot say no to their offer of food!” (Admiration)

The Gummy Five 💚 Sparkling Cookie: (💜) “The sweet smell of drinks and good service is the reason why Gummy Jewel likes this cookie!” (Friendly)

The Gummy Five 💛 Gingerbrave: (🩵) “We one time made the song about him and his bravery on his birthday, and he likes it very much!” (Admiration)

The Gummy Five 🩶 Poison Mushroom Cookie: (💛) “I dunno, sure I may be a foodie and all, but I don’t wanna know what would happen to me if I ate one.” (Tension)

Fun Facts: This Cookie has Hollyberry Kingdom Resident Jam flowing through, making him feel like a relative to Hollyberry Cookie! He is themed after Helmut Fullbear, as well as The Gummy Five of his Gummy Odyssey Mix are themed after Helmut's Band; Feast of the Senses!

[lighteraryloredump]

This is Jewel. She's a little bit of a mess, but we love her anyway ✨

These are poses I did of a character from a story concept I have called Emerisle :) I did a full character lineup several posts ago now, but you can see more under the emerisle tag on my blog!

[shalotttower]

Cultivating Flowers

Title: Cultivating Flowers

Fandom: Original

Summary: Marquis is a man of many interests, including gardening. Specifically, his new roses.

Word count: 3500+

Characters: OC!Marquis x Reader (female)

Notes: yandere!OC, manipulation, animal cruelty (not detailed, briefly described), seduction.

The first bloom appears two weeks after spring starts and it's the most glorious flower in all Marquis' garden. Gentle apricot color, like your favourite dress. You were saving for months — a whole autumn — and grandfather grumbled and grumbled about the frivolous waste of money, but once you finally put it on, his scolding didn't matter a bit. The dress made you feel like royalty — elegant, graceful, important.

You wonder if this is how Marquis feels all the time.

Gorgeous outfits, a splendid castle, a life of aristocracy and ease where everything is taken care of by servants and every other weekend there's an opulent dinner party full of refined conversations.

Your envy for him is almost as big as your caution.

Marquis Nicolae is rich. Like many rich people he possesses time. And when one has too much, they become terribly, infinitely bored. That's what grandfather told you in one of his drunken rants: people who are rich, castle-rich, private carriage-rich for generations are bored like nobody else, because nothing is scarce to them and so nothing is precious either. Work for them. Take their money. Keep your head low and remember — they don't see us like we see them.

Grandfather doesn't work in the castle anymore. He's got old hands which shake from years of physical labour and fruit brandy, back-aching hunched posture and swollen feet that need rest. Now he stays at home, waiting for you to return with stories and bread rolls baked by the cook.

He used to serve Marquis Nicolae's father, who was twice as rich, but thrice as wicked, according to grandfather's words.

"I was a stableman, your grandmother was a seamstress, God rest her soul. Sewed all my shirts, this one included," he tugs at the fabric with pride. "She did well on it... Look at those stitches."

For a moment he gets lost in muttering and rubs his index finger on an even patch of stitched fabric, as if hoping his touch can conjure a spectre. "Not like now, where clothes fall apart after just three seasons. Quality... Sturdiness," he smacks the table. "People used to think long term. Made their shirts for decades, strong like this."

Grandfather is forgetful these days, he leaps from one topic to another and loses the main line of thought, especially after a few glasses. But you wait.

"When I worked for Lord Cazimir, you see," he says finally. "He had horses, all strong, sleek, looked like jewels. A new horse each two months, said it wasn't right for a gentleman to have one for too long, but by God, I never saw a man treat them worse than him. Not enough sleep, ridden until bones hurt. If the carriage hit a stone, it was the horse's fault, if the reins got tangled it was the horse's fault, not the bloody driver. He had that whip with metal feathers which could cut through an apple. And before he made the last swish, he'd pause. Look the horse in the eyes. That was the scariest thing, how he stared at them, so calmly."

He glances at you, as if fearing an admonishment. For what? You wonder how it felt, caring for something that looked like a jewel time after time, after time, and knowing the goodbye was certain and inevitable, like a turn of a watermill wheel. Did grandfather mourn the horses? Or did he get used to burying their bodies under the soil? Maybe they fed someone later — people who don't have much are resourceful, they don't bury good meat.

You squeeze the water from the sheet in silence.

"None simply lived past two months, that's why he changed them so often."

"Why didn't you quit?"

"And then do what?" Grandfather snorts. "There was little job outside the castle, everyone who didn't have land or livestock worked for Marquis one way or another."

"It must have been difficult."

"Life is difficult," he answers, and you can't disagree.

Life is difficult, that's a fact, and it didn't get better when you started working for Marquis Nicolae yourself. A good thing is that unlike Lord Cazimir from scare stories he doesn't torment horses and rarely pays attention to anybody in a servant uniform. All of you share the same mindset: a quick "Good morning, m'lord" or "Have a pleasant day, m'lord" and then being gone as fast as possible.

Rumors circulate that Marquis never once had a full smile on his face. Charming chuckles when he's in a good mood, courtly lips stretches for ladies, bemused sneers when he's addressed by those who used to be in favour but now are out — yes, but the genuine and full-hearted joy: nobody has witnessed it.

He doesn't seem unhappy though, nor he is too serious. When you see him Marquis Nicolae always looks like he has eternity at hand and there's no hurry to spend it. To you, he is uninterested in anything and sharp about everything at once.

You can't describe him better. Words fail you when trying to fit him into boxes of easy understanding. But after all, it's not your job to fit him anywhere, your job is dusting shelves and scrubbing floors, and, since recent days — taking care of roses.

It's unusual for the castle to have such plants this early in spring. They're imported, said the gardener, from cooler places and prefer winter over the blooming season of May and June. That's why Marquis commissioned a greenhouse construction weeks prior, to have beautiful flowers which can bloom regardless of the weather. It took an entire month of hard work, people hired from nearby towns and a promise of good money. You watched them build from the kitchen window where you were helping with meals.

Roses arrived next. Seven bushes filled with buds ready to open up any day. And oh they did. Soft apricot colors covered stems like dewdrops, beautiful enough to make one gasp.

One morning you bring your rag and a bucket to the greenhouse a bit earlier to enjoy the fragrance before breakfast is served. Nice things like these are not for maids like you — the petal scent and the gentle touch of leaves — they're for ladies in beautiful dresses who have time and luxury to appreciate them, but nobody will know anyway if you stop to lean down close enough for your nose to almost bury itself in velvety softness. It's a small indulgence which can hardly hurt anyone. Nobody will know if you pretend to be a lady just for a minute.

"They're quite extraordinary, aren't they."

You freeze, nose in the middle of the rose bush.

"I- Yes", you straighten up and curtsy. "They are most beautiful, m'lord."

Marquis' figure, backlit by the morning sun, casts a shadow which stretches far beyond your own feet.

"Do you know why I chose it?" he asks. "This breed."

He's dressed in a dark waistcoat with delicate embroidery on the collar and doesn't have a single hair out of place, not a strand too thick, not a strand too thin; as flawless as a painting which hang on the walls of his library, but not as solemn. Those paintings seem to measure everyone around them. Marquis Nicolae looks more approachable in appearance, and that's where the approachability ends. His eyes, burgundy brown colour you've never seen before, measure people too, in value rather than worthlessness.

You shake your head, "No, m'lord."

"Because," Marquis continues without minding your answer at all, "it's pretty."

His lips stretch in a courtly smile of a gentleman who is amused by his own joke. You don't understand it but smile in return anyway, because you must. Because this is how the world works — nobles are amused and maids fake understanding so the amusement can persist a little longer.

"Go on," he says. "They are meant to be smelled after all."

You nod and curtsy again.

Later he will be served tea at the ornate greenhouse table while you scrub the floors until your fingers ache. Marquis' focus will shift towards letters, and this is how it's supposed to be. Him reading correspondence, you being invisible like dust under the shelves you clean. It feels better when he doesn't look at you with those eyes of his. They pierce through everything they see.

There's something wrong about him. But you can't tell what yet.

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Life is monotonous, especially in a place like this, even banquets and events have that homogeneous taste, because there's at least one every three weeks, not speaking of brunches which rotate regularly depending on who's currently in Marquis' favour. You serve dishes full of rich fragrances that make your mouth water but can't ever dream of trying them. Meat dripping with wine sauce, roasted chicken breasts wrapped in crispy bacon and glazed with honey syrup. Fresh fruits coated in powdered sugar. Sometimes in the evening when everyone is asleep you mouth the names of those meals: "Beef Bourguignon," "Veal Piccata", "Chicken Florentine". Those foreign words are hard to pronounce — Beef Boo-gee-nyon, Veel Pick-kata — you do it quietly and mostly in your head so grandfather doesn't hear and scoff about wasting time on useless things.

"You're not starving," he would say. "There's bread, there's soup, you don't need those. Be happy, girl. We used to eat potatoes for months straight during famines."

You've never been hungry enough to know what famine tastes like but suspect that the flavor must be something similar to the dull feeling between the busy hours of work, which gnaws at you and makes your thoughts drift to the lunch break.

Sometimes, in a particularly sour mood he adds, "Don't stuff your head with fancy nonsense you can't have, it's only gonna make you bitter."

True.

You're a maid. A girl. A nobody.

And this is how it's supposed to be.

How to tell grandfather that you don't wish to be fancy? Just to try once the roast duck stuffed with grapes and apples, or fresh sardines baked in butter sauce, which smell heavenly as they're carried up the stairs to Marquis Nicolae's salon where guests are gathered.

How to tell him that it's not about food, not really.

It's about knowing what an apricot rose smells like early in the morning while others sleep. How velvety its petals feel when touched. Delicate things like these you're not supposed to have, but do anyway, because a moment stolen out of monotony pulls you from beneath the apron. You, yourself, not just a pair of hands with tired fingers, exist briefly when roses bloom in Marquis' greenhouse and a little piece of yesterday's cake is smuggled into your pocket.

You understand why he's wary. Grandfather's right: with longing comes bitterness. But you're careful not to overdo it. There's only one stolen minute of appreciation each day, not more, so you remember who you are — someone meant to be seen rarely and unnoticed most of the time — and return behind the apron.

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Spring goes on.

Daylight stretches a little longer. Ground gets a little warmer. Marquis Nicolae often spends time in his private study after breakfast, then at noon — in the greenhouse. He strolls there among the greenery or sits by one of the tables with a book. Reading seems to be an activity he favors, and unlike some other gentlemen who grow tired within pages Marquis can stay completely still for hours without once getting restless.

You know because you watch him from the corner of your eye.

What kind of books he likes to read if they manage to keep him entertained for such lengthy periods, what titles do those leather spines hide, which stories are good enough for a gentleman like Marquis? He always seems so politely disinterested. You wonder if there are books that can make even him laugh.

Sometimes he asks you questions which startle you.

"Have you read 'The Castle of the Lady'? It's a novel."

You shake your head. "No m'lord. I can't read."

His eyebrows raise. Not in astonishment, Marquis Nicolae has a face of a man who rarely encounters surprises, his reactions are akin to mild interest bordering on curiosity, as if he enjoys discovering something new, something that doesn't fit into his existing assumptions.

"Can't?" he repeats.

You shift uncomfortably under his gaze, "No, m'lord. Never learnt."

"Who raised you?"

"My grandfather. He's a stableman... was. Now retired".

"I see," he returns to his book.

You fidget with a rag in your hands, why does he care to ask such question? What difference does it make whether you read or don't? It's not that uncommon. Most servants only know the basics, letters which form their names and the ones that stand for numbers. You don't really need the skill. What for?

"You may continue," he adds.

So you do.

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"Are you the only child?"

"Yes, m'lord."

"Your mother? Father?"

"My mother passed away giving birth to me, and father was a soldier, so he died in a war."

"What a shame," Marquis says, but it sounds like a comment on bad weather.

You're standing with fresh linens in his opulent bedchamber. It's spacious: tall windows and furniture made of rare wood. Old, like the walls of Albastru castle itself. A maid's life story is neither interesting nor important enough to pursue it, at least not in the place like this. Marquis Nicolae is bored, that's the most reasonable explanation to the current arrangement. He's looking for entertainment, but what entertainment can come at your expense, you're unsure.

Grandfather warned you not to draw too much attention, but it's not exactly your fault. Marquis' schedule is well known — he spends evenings in the salon and retires long past midnight. The chamber should've been empty. You should've been able to change his bedding, clean the fireplace and leave without as much as a sound.

Yet here he is, in a high armchair by the fireplace.

And here you are, in front of him, waiting for a dismissal that doesn't come.

On a small coffee table there're squares with simple pictures — a dog, a cat, an apple, made of thin wood with letters engraved in black ink. You step from one foot to the other, the lemon-scented sheets hide the way your fingers twitch.

Marquis traces a square with a rose.

"Sit down," he says and motions to the other chair.

"Your linens, m'lord-"

"They can wait."

No, they can't, you think. The bedding needs to be done, the fireplace cleaned, carpets swept, wilted flowers removed — there's so much to do to linger, and it's already getting late. If you're not able to finish on time-

But Marquis Nicolae didn't give you permission to leave.

You sit and put the linens on your lap.

Grandfather would say that Marquis enjoys the sight of your discomfort behind that courtly smile of his, but he doesn't look amused, he looks the usual. Calm and slightly disinterested. Sharp, despite being relaxed.

"If you figure out what letters stand from this," he points at the apple picture square, "to this one," then moves his finger to the picture with a goat, "you'll get a treat."

"M'lord?" you frown.

There must be something wrong with your hearing, but no, Marquis leans back and crosses his long legs. "A treat."

Treats are for children, treats are for dogs, treats are for horses who are obedient and look like jewels. You stare at him, puzzled, but try not to let it show; nobles have strange hobbies sometimes: races which cost thousands of gold coins for one bet alone, hunting dangerous animals, forcing their servants into duels to pass time. This must be one of those, an entertainment beyond your comprehension.

Still, time is moving forward and the complexity of your situation is becoming more apparent with every passing second; you've never felt particularly powerful — why would you? — but now you're acutely aware of how fragile one's position is when it depends on someone else's whims.

You take the first picture.

An apple. Letter A. Then a ball — B. Cat... So that's what they look like written down.

Marquis' eyes follow your fingers as they slide across the wooden squares, you feel his gaze like a touch, even though there's a coffee table distance between you and a bit more. You quietly mouth each word and letter by habit, unaware of this little detail. His eyebrows raise, this time with a hint of amusement which you don't see, too focused on your predicament.

Dog — D.

The clock is ticking.

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"Well?" Marquis asks later when shadows cross the room. The sun is gone, the fire in the fireplace burns lower but bright enough to illuminate the space. Sitting like this has given you a headache which makes thinking harder.

"I have them figured out m'lord", you say carefully.

"Tell me then."

"This is A," you slide the apple towards him across the table. It feels a little silly. "This is B."

The way you say them isn't quite accurate. It's "bee" instead of "b" and "dee" instead of "d", but he doesn't tell you that. Your voice goes quieter with each following letter, perhaps because you're nervous or maybe simply tired — who knows what time it is by now? Ah, quarter to ten. He watches you struggle with spelling and pronunciation until finally there they are. All squares from Apple to Goat, in order just like he arranged them.

"What about this one?" Nicolae points to the playing cat.

"It starts with 'K', m'lord."

You're quite sure, not that much variation is left after all, and say it with the most conviction you can muster so he would finally be satisfied and end this odd game. Your head hurts and stomach grumbles with hunger — there was no time for the lunchbreak today —both physical and mental exhaustion blur together.

Grandfather must be worried sick by now, he hates when you're late without telling anything beforehand.

Then Marquis covers his mouth, and for the first time since you entered Albastru castle, laughs.

Not chuckles. Not smiles without smiling. Laughs that his shoulders shake, that his eyes crinkle at the corners. You stare bewildered, not knowing what to do. Laugh yourself? Smile politely? Say "m'lord" again?

Marquis' laughter dies down eventually and he collects himself, straightening his waistcoat which doesn't require any adjusting in the first place, he's perfect as always.

"No, that's C."

Your cheeks flush red, how were you supposed to know? It would seem that a gentleman such as Marquis Nicolae should know better than mocking someone's lack of education, but apparently he finds it amusing. You lower your gaze and look away.

"How are you called?" he asks.

After a pause your name rolls off your tongue; small in his bedchamber, it barely leaves an echo.

"Well, I said a treat, didn't I?"

You don't want any treats, or to spend here even a minute longer; Marquis rises and walks towards his desk.

"Come here."

Reluctantly you stand up and follow him. The linens are left on the chair in a crumpled pile, they need ironing now. There's nothing to do other than obeying so you stop next to him where he opens one of the drawers. Inside you can see something wrapped in white paper with a thin ribbon bow around it. He takes the item out and pulls the ribbon off. Delicate scent fills the air, the little cakes, you know their name from the cook ─ macarons ─ bloom inside the wrapping.

Marquis Nicolae picks one up with two fingers and brings it to your lips.

The macarons smell sweet like almonds and look beautiful like roses in his greenhouse. They're not for maids, you think, no, this is...he shouldn't be doing that.

Your mouth waters anyway.

His eyes don't leave your face, "Do you want it or not?"

You do.

"Then take a bite."

The dessert melts in your mouth instantly. Its texture is soft, like petals, like everything else luxurious you've never had but imagined countless times. A little chewy, a bit crunchy, it's the most delicious thing you've tried, better than a piece of cake taken from the kitchen pantry, better than honeyed walnut bread.

"Another one?"

Marquis Nicolae feeds you two more, before you realize what exactly is happening — a bite by a small bite your dignity dissolves into his hand. You swallow the last morsel and quickly step back; you've forgotten yourself, forgot who you were and where, and now there's sweetness lingering on your tongue, while Marquise' fingertips smell faintly of apricot.

What have you done?

He looks amused again.

"Thank you, m'lord," you curtsy, then turn around to gather the discarded sheets.

"Clean the fireplace and change the linens. Then you might be free."

"Yes, m'lord."

It's a dismissal at last.

Marquis sits down and reaches for a book — he's done with you it seems — so you hurry to complete the assigned tasks. The fireplace isn't too dirty fortunately, just some ashes and coal leftovers. Next, the sheets, then the flowers.

Before you close the door and rush down the empty hall he speaks again, "If you still remember them all by tomorrow evening, you'll have another treat."

[omelu]

The Class Ever After

So for a long time (since about 2018ish) I’ve had this kind of EAH story idea floating around in my head. Basically it’s about the class directly under Apple and Raven (aka the first-years) and how they handle the whole aftermath of Legacy Day and the destiny conflict. Pretty much all of the eah ocs I’ve made fit into this idea, and while I don’t really have a plot per say, I have lots of scenes, concepts and ideas floating around in my head (and in my computer).

I found a draft I had written that was supposed to be a “beginning” to the story and I revised it. I don’t know if I’ll extend this to an actual fic (since I have a lot of other original projects I want to be writing right now), but maybe I’ll write down some of the concepts and scenes I have.

The Class Ever After (snippet; ~1700 words)

Legacy Day was, by far, the biggest event at Ever After High. Thronecoming, Spring Fairest, and even Graduation Day were just breadcrumbs in comparison. That was fitting, since Legacy Day was so vital to the survival of Ever After. Every year, Ever After High’s second-years donned their ceremonial outfits, climbed the steps to the podium, and pledged to follow their fairy-tale destiny to the world by signing their names into the magical Storybook of Legends.

Without Legacy Day, fairy tales would stop being told.

Without Legacy Day, Ever After would go extinct.

Without Legacy Day, everyone would go poof.

And that’s how Marshal Nottingham found himself teetering on the edge of his seat, trying to catch a glimpse of the second-years lined up on the terrace. He’d never been to a Legacy Day ceremony before, and so he felt that it was his duty to study it all as closely as possible. The grand, book-shaped podium glittered in the moonlight, tall and regal. Above it, half a dozen mirrors magically floated in the air like jewels on a crown, prepared to broadcast each student’s face to the audience as they made the most important pledge of their lives. 

All around him, students buzzed with conversation. Third and fourth-years leaned back in their seats, reminiscing about their own Legacy Days. Faculty members congregated in their designated section, deep in hushed, frantic conversation. Second-years lined up in the hall, pacing anxiously or straightening their parent's outfits. First-years, like Marshal, watched anxiously to see what would happen.

“I should’ve brought my MirrorPad,” he muttered. “It would be much easier to take notes.”

In the seat next to him, Owlen von Rothbart yawned. “Oh, give it a rest. It’s not like you’re going to forget how to sign a book next year.”

Next year. Marshal looked up at the podium, dark eyes glittering. In just three hundred and sixty-five days, it would finally be his turn.

“One year!’ Marshal shook his head. “That’s barely any time to prepare! Do you know how quickly a year passes by if you’re not paying attention?”

Owlen just shrugged and flicked his mahogany bangs out of his eyes.

Marshal sighed. Normally, he got along well with Owlen. When he’d met his new roommate just a few weeks ago, on the first day of school, he knew that they’d be friends. Both boys were destined for villainy, and more importantly (at least to Marshal), both of them cared about keeping their shared room clean. They had so much in common that sometimes Marshal was taken aback by their differences. He just couldn’t fathom how casual Owlen was when it came to preparing for his destiny. But whenever Marshal brought it up, Owlen brushed him off and changed the subject. Which he was doing again now.

“Are they going to start soon?” he asked, craning his neck to see if Headmaster Grimm had gotten up yet. “I want to get some more barre practice in before curfew.”

Marshal sighed. Sometimes, he felt like the only one who took his destiny seriously.

“Hey, Marshal!” Bella Donna Gothel and Amber Fox stood in the aisle, waving at him. “Can we sit by you guys?”

“Of course!”

Bella and Amber slipped into the row, brushing nonexistent dust off of their formal clothes. Bella had dressed in a purple witch gown adorned with thorns, while Amber had opted for an orange pantsuit with a foxtail hem. Her bright red hair had been swept up in a ponytail, putting her fox ears on full display.

Marshal and Owlen had met the two girls in their General Villainy class, and together, the four of them had formed a coalition of sorts. Bella was the daughter of Rapunzel’s princess-napping witch, and Amber was the daughter of the fox who had tried to eat Coach Gingerbreadman once upon a time. With Owlen, the son of the sorcerer who had cursed the Swan Princess, and Marshal, the son of the sheriff who chased after Robin Hood, they made up the FVEAs– Future Villains of Ever After.

Marshal liked hanging out with the three of them. They understood what it was like to have a villain for a parent. They knew what it was like to have other kids run away from them, to be scolded for being polite, and to live with the hexpectation of being ruthless at all times. Being a villain kid was tough, but Marshal knew he could handle it with these three at his side.

“Ooh, don’t look now, but–” Amber elbowed Owlen in the ribs and stealthily motioned to the aisle.

Laura Stahlbaum, the daughter of Clara, glided down the aisle, shimmering in her red and white dress. She was holding hands with a short boy made of wood. Nathan Nutcracker. The two were laughing about something, looking every bit like the picturesque fairytale couple they would become one day.

Owlen’s face went pink and he slid down in his seat.

“You should say something to her,” Bella gently urged.

Marshal frowned. He didn’t understand why Bella and Amber kept feeding into Owlen’s crush on Laura. He wasn’t her destined prince. In Marshal’s mind, he should just forget about Laura and focus more on mastering evil spells.

“Absolutely not.” Owlen slid down further as they came closer. “You know she’s with Nathan Nutcracker.”

Marshal swelled with pride. Owlen was staying strong in his destiny!

“Hi Owlen!” Laura called, waving daintily at him as she passed their row.

Owlen sat up quickly, fixing his feathered bow tie and blushing madly. “H-hey…” 

Marshal deflated. Or maybe not. Even if Laura and Nathan’s story didn’t technically end in a fairytale wedding, Owlen still had no part in their destinies. Why was Marshal the only one who saw that?

The fairy lights dimmed as Headmaster Grimm took to the podium. A hush fell over the crowd. Marshal sat at attention.

“Today is a momentous day,” he began, his voice deep and regal. “Today, we will witness the very magic that allows the world of Ever After– and our lives– to exist.” He shifted to face the second-years, who had lined up on the podium stairs as he had spoken. “By fulfilling your destinies, you ensure that stories continue to be told. You ensure that we all have a future. No part is too small or insignificant. You each have a part to play, a duty to fulfill. I urge you not to take this responsibility lightly.”

Marshal straightened his spine. Even though Headmaster Grimm was speaking to the second-years, he could feel the weight of responsibility resting on his shoulders. He wished he could be one of the students lined up by the podium, but he only had a year to wait. One year before his destiny began. Yes, he would grow to be despised and hated, but he would be fulfilling his duty to the world. He would have a purpose.

Headmaster Grimm finished his speech to thunderous applause and stepped back, letting the second-years into the spotlight. Marshal watched intently as a girl carved of wood took the stage and announced herself as Cedar Wood, destined to be the next Pinocchio. He gasped when the key magically appeared and the Storybook of Legends flipped to life. Though he couldn’t see the book, he could see the story playing out in the girl’s eyes. The slight changes in her expression as she saw her whole life play out in front of her. Marshal longed to be in her place.

When she signed, the crowd erupted into cheers. 

“Go Cedar!” Nathan Nutcracker cheered, leaping onto his seat. 

“Sit down, you scratching post!” Cato en Boots hissed, his ginger ears flicking in annoyance. “Some of us are trying to watch!”

Sheepishly, Nathan plopped back down and the ceremony continued. Marshal watched it all with wide eyes, trying to commit each pledge to memory. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Owlen take out his MirrorPhone and start lazily scrolling through MyChapter. He frowned. Shouldn’t he be paying attention? His focus shifted to the rest of his friends. Amber looked at her long, sharp nails, and yawned. Bella was quietly using her magic on a patch of clover growing through the terrace tiles, letting it wrap around her chair leg.

Marshal’s spirit sank. Once again, he was the only one who cared. Suddenly he felt alone, like he was stranded on a little island with all the passing ships too far away to call out to.

He was distracted from his internal woes when Apple White took the stage. The daughter of Snow White was a legend amongst Ever After High’s students, a person that everyone admired and looked up to, including upperclassmen. She was everything any future fairytale should aspire to be.

She delivered the pledge perfectly, grinning so widely that she could have been mistaken for the daughter of the Cheshire Cat. When she signed the book, the crowd erupted into its loudest and most raucous cheers yet. Someone started tossing confetti in the air, and a few royals tossed their crowns with it. Apple White was the ultimate celebration of destiny.

The celebration died almost instantly when Raven Queen took the stage. Lightning crackled behind her. Marshal sat a little straighter. She was the first future villain to take the stage. Next to him, his friends abandoned their distractions, staring up at the future Evil Queen with wide eyes. Hope stirred in Marshal’s chest. Maybe they cared after all.

He watched with bated breath as Raven nervously stumbled through the pledge. Her key appeared, and the Storybook of Legends flipped open. Raven watched her destiny unfold with a frown. The hope in Marshal’s chest stirred and became something uncomfortable, settling like a pit in his stomach. 

The quill appeared, and Raven reached for it– and then hesitated. Stopped. Suddenly, she pulled her hand back, squared her shoulders, and looked directly into the audience.

“I am Raven Queen,” she announced, her voice powerful and bold. “And I’m going to write my own destiny. My Happily Ever After starts now!”

She slammed the Storybook of Legends shut. Above her head, the projection mirrors shattered and exploded, along with Marshal’s hopes for his future.

Next to him, his friends cheered.

[helenvader]

As a contribution for Week 6 of the ROP Summer Celebration 2024 I offer "everything you never wanted to know about my OCs" from Tale of a King, which takes plays both in the Second and Fourth Age.

The 2nd Age characters:

Enwyn fiên Wendall (daughter of Wendall)*

*I came up with a fake Old Western Southron as the language of the Southerners in the 2nd Age, it's not very extensive, but I needed to know what names of characters and places mean, and also, I couldn't resist having a linguistic Appendix for a Tolkien story).

My fancast for Enwyn is Jane Eyre as played by Mia Wasikowska

Family: One sister (Erriân fiên Wendall). One daughter (Neni, full name Neniêth fiên Halbrand). And an overbearing mother. Three nephews and one niece.

Character: Quiet and gentle (not submissive, though). Witty. Very patient. You have to be if you're Halbrand's/Sauron's wife. I've given some thought to what kind of partner Halbrand would need, and I came to the conclusion she'd have to have a sense of humour and not take him 100% seriously. And not to be as impulsive as he is, so as to ground him in reality.

Her struggles: Infertility. And coming to terms with her mortality, since her and her husband may never meet in the afterlife (which is why I chose a mortal woman as his wife for this story). 

Interests: Growing apples. :-) She has an orchard in my fictional village of Ramborn and later in Tir-Harad (the Queen’s orchard).

Later: Brewing cider (which is a Harfoot invention in my AU; her original orchard becomes their “collective” later on.)

She also likes to write, and the story includes excerpts from her journal.

The story also includes their daughter Neniêth, who resembles Halbrand in most respects: looks, stubbornness, talent for smithing. Becomes a well-known jeweller. Not a queen though, the Southlands are an elective monarchy in my AU.

The 4th Age characters:

Tany Perriwinkle

26 years old. Ancient languages expert, works in an archive. She is also an editor for her friend Bran who is a playwright (the whole story is framed by the play he is writing about King Halbrand). Pretty, lively, very social. Changes boyfriends a lot. :-)

Bran Tarry

In his 30s. Playwright. A reclusive bachelor. Creative (obviously), with a sense of humour. Tendency to tease Tany about her love conquests. Pragmatic. His apartment is a mess. :-)

They basically look like the characters in the play's poster. The era they live in is fake 1920s.

An excerpt from the story:

Act V, scene 3 Excerpt from Enwyn's diary Year 1337 of the Second Age

The funniest thing happened this week. Halbrand's wedding ring mysteriously disappeared, and all attempts to locate it proved fruitless. Unlike mine, his is just a simple one with no enchantment, and thus untraceable even for him.

It turned out the culprit was our Neni. The impudent little thing marched up to her father and confessed, immensely pleased with her accomplishment. Young as she is, she instinctively knew to take his ring and not mine, and was fully confident that he would not punish her. And, indeed, instead of scolding her, he laughed so hard that couldn't help but join him. It was apparent that he was proud of her for having tricked us so. His sense of humour has always been marked by a streak of mischievousness; and who am I to deny that it's a huge part of his charm? And, of course, he is no stranger to thieving. I might have teased him that her skills are far superior to his.

His love for Neni is beautiful to witness; it burns fiercer and brighter than the fires of the forge, but then, is he not a being of living flame? Nevertheless, he needs to learn to set boundaries when it comes to her shenanigans, or else she'll be spoiled rotten. He played the penitent, promising he would try, but I shall only believe him when I see it with my own eyes!

[wantedbythemasters]

Jeweled Future Ideas

The Feast of the Zee has me thinking about the Jeweled Future and what could lead up to it. Here are some random plot ideas I came up with (smen and railway references under the cut)

What if the White realized Salt wasn’t going to report back so he tried to find another way into the Neath? First it was sending in spies from the Surface, then a group of curators. These curators went to audit the masters and eventually learned what happened to Candles. So they were going to head back to the White and nuke the Neath and everyone in it but they made a deal with some of the masters which put them (the curators the White sent) in charge of the masters and the Bazaar’s mission. The curators the White sent accepted this deal since they were also considered the cast offs of their kind so it was a “rather rule in hell than serve in heaven” type of thing.

All of the masters didn’t agree to the deal so some were just killed. And even the masters who did agree were very unhappy with it. The newly arrived curators took over London completely and though they gained some loyal followers, they were generally disliked, even more so than the original masters since these new leaders had just come out of nowhere and enforced stricter laws in some cases, especially regarding anything related to the Chain. The remaining masters began to work with the other factions of the Neath to find a way to sneakily undermine these new curators.

So this is why we have devils, a master or 2, revolutionaries, khaganians, clay men, and everything in between teaming up to head to the mountain of light and unlock the secrets of immortality and petition Stone for help to reclaim the Neath (of course, most of these factions disagree on what that would look like but they’ll cross that bridge then they get to it, probably).

I might write a fic about this at some point. Could be another AU for Arthur, my Sunless Skies oc. He’s a revolutionary but I wanted to write about him getting close to Apples and Apples trying to prove to him that it actually doesn’t want to rule over anyone and this story could also be an interesting venue for that.

Aster of course would be going East to help Salt take the fight to the White.

Then Isaac, my other FL oc (who’s also Arthur’s twin brother) would probably be staying in London and running a safe house of some kind. That could also be an interesting window for what’s going on/what the new curators are doing while people are traveling to the mountain of light.

And also these curators probably want to control more than just London. I’m thinking May will have gotten his wish of becoming a city and the new curators try to attack him too and he’s able to somewhat stand his ground but things aren’t looking great, so the Tracklayer’s City is a bit better off than London in some ways but not fully safe. Maybe Mirrors (who got free in my fanfic, but who still feels pretty jaded about humanity and especially the revolutionaries) decides to ally with him and gets more Fingerkings to help him/piss off the new curators with more chain breaking. So basically people can live in London that’s a bit more ‘normal’ (more of what they’re used to at least) but with even more ridiculous laws, or in the Tracklayer’s City where the line between reality and Parabola is falling tf apart and Fingerkings freely roam the streets.

Idk just random ideas

[savebatsartedition]

Another Poll: X

[spllcat]

muse as a deity.

RULES: Think carefully about your character and their development through their journey (canon or OC) within their story. Fill out the chart and tag whoever you want! Multi-muses, feel free to pick any of your characters—just a few, or all of them. Please repost, so the dash isn’t clogged with reblogs.

ELY BLAKE.

GOD OF. New beginnings, ending, transformation

ASSOCIATED WITH. second chances, restoration, new chapters, self love, remover of obstacles, rewarding perseverance with good fortune and success in new endeavors, hope and possibility, but also duality, contact with other planes of existence, death, revenge, survival, resurrection.

 SACRED PLANTS. medicinal herbs, poisonous & carnivorous plants.

daffodil ( rebirth & news beginnings ). trumpet gentian ( power & healing ). sweet cicely ( use during rituals for the dead or dying. helps with divination & the contact of spirit ). mullein ( represents the cross roads. offers protection from nightmares & hexing ). verbena ( psychic protection, peace & purification ). sweet pea ( blissful pleasure ). garden heliothrope ( devotion & dreams fulfilled ).

SACRED STONES / GEMS.

indigo gabbro ( magic, intuition, awakening ) lemurian blue calcite ( healing, past life, communication ) galena ( spiritual growth, transformation ) kambaba jasper ( grounding, earth energy, calming ) jet ( revenge, punishment ) rhodochrosite ( self love, emotional support )

SACRED ANIMALS. black cat, all felines, fox, crow, raven, owl, butterfly, moth.

COLORS. jewel tones, green, brown, red, bronze, gold, black.

FOOD. honey cakes, herbs, tea, fruits (especially apple & pomegranate), vegetables, cheeses.

SCENTS. bonfire, fertile soil, petrichor & ozone, herbal & floral, mahogany, liquorice & sulfur.

ACCEPED OFFEREINGS / WAYS TO HONOR.

acorn, pine cones, rain water, animals bones, sculpted and carved wood, bowl of herbs, flowers, cider, small cakes, blood from one's enemy, pretty trinkets, wishes & messages. volunteering at animal shelters, tending to wounded animals, sharing a meal with family or close friends, standing up for those that are marginalized, trying new things, taking care of your mental health.

tagged by. @carnivorare 💕 tagging. @wickedslip @contradictivs @faerytle @pumpcursed @citizenstarlight @insanislupus @ma1ignant @goldenlilja @ruinedmyself @hedonst

[vi0letnce]

𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙸'𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 !

favourite colours: blue, most definitely, especially peacock and then sea/foamy green/blue. actually, most colors that fall into that muted but jewel tone pallet make my heart sing. you wouldn't know it though from how bright most of my graphics are! (if i reboot my first oc any time soon, that color scheme... oooooo) favourite flavours: anything lemon, anything apple, anything cardamon. i do really love tea too, so bergamot! favourite genres: listen, i may tear it apart in my head, but historical fiction/drama will always consume me body and soul. seconded by sci-fi since that's basically history but remixed in space. i do love a little physiological thriller as a treat though. i used to hate fantasy, but i'm growing into some of the classics... and finding some new ones that don't totally drive me up a wall. favourite music: most things? i'm not a huge fan of rap or death metal, but my favorites span a lot of genres of music. glen miller, taylor swift, bach, sabaton, stromae, fallout boy, john williams... a lot of expected things and probably something you don't. favourite films: star wars (all of it), pride & prejudice 2005, arrival, the prince of egypt, belle, amazing grace, in the mood for love, and oh oh so many more. favourite series: the cry, victoria, rome, liberty's kids, bodyguard, blackadder, star trek, battlestar galactica, doctor who, it goes on. last song: welcome home - from the musical bandstand last series: does abroad in japan: nonstop north count? last movie: crazy rich asians currently reading: code girls by liza mundy currently watching: baldur's gate 3 playthroughs currently working on: designing a 1920s new years dress to sew, fighting my currently crippling health issues, and burying my head in the sand from the one before by writing people who don't exist.

tagged by: @prodijedi <3 tagging: @debelltio @greenscrunchy @deceiful @shadowsignet @litearra @alootus

[starboyshoyo]

Of Masks and Men

Pairing: Yuli Chen (OC) x ???

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I listened to this soundtrack while writing this! Jaxon belongs to @ryker-writes

A time spent with friends at Night Raven College's masquerade ball leads to the discovery of a secret admirer.

Despite Crowley’s refusal to spend a single madol more than necessary, Night Raven College’s annual Masquerade Ball was nothing if not lavish. The high ceilings of the cafeteria had been transformed into a cathedral-like grandeur, and ambient golden lights beamed down from the chandeliers, illuminating the partygoers as they danced and chatted. 

Yuli leaned against a pillar near the western wall, sipping a flute of apple cider. The cape of her masquerade dress hung over her shoulder in a wave, the pink silk shimmering in the light. She was sure that if she stood still enough, she would blend into the checkered floors and arched windows; just another piece of the glorious scenery around her. 

“Don’t eat too much all at once,” she reminded Grim, nudging his side with her boot. “Leave some food for the others to enjoy.” 

Grim was stuffing his face at the party table, his own small suit matching hers in color and design. She had worked diligently on their costumes for weeks, only just finishing them that very night. While she was careful and considerate of her own hard work, she couldn’t say the same for her rascal of a dorm member. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Grim mumbled around a mouthful of something-or-other. He grinned at her. “I’m just making use of the resources available to us here. Free food here means that we won’t have to pay for groceries for a while, right?” 

He went to wipe his paws on the mini ruffled top he was wearing. Yuli pulled them away and made him use a napkin instead. “Yes, eating now means less madol on groceries later- but that doesn’t give you the excuse to stain your shirt.” 

“Grim! Yuli!” A familiar voice with a playful lilt to it called out Yuli looked up, eyes brightening. Even with the masks obscuring the top halves of their faces, she would know these two anywhere. 

“Ace, and Deuce!” she waved as they approached, bickering as usual. 

“I thought you said the masks kept us from anyone recognizing us? But Yuli knew it was us right away…” 

“Ha! I can’t believe you actually fell for that!” 

Oh, Deuce… Yuli shook her head, smiling fondly. “Did you get those outfits from Sam’s shop?” she asked. “They look wonderful!” 

“Yep!” Ace gave her a crooked grin. “Cater helped me and Juice here score a sweet discount thanks to a Magicam sponsorship. Check ‘em out!” 

Yuli rounded the two boys, taking in their costumes. They both wore dark musketeer-style suits with fringed capes and felt hats with feathers protruding from the top. The only difference between the two was the tint of the fabric, with Ace’s being a deep red, while Deuce’s was dark blue. “Hold on.” She tugged Ace’s collar up. “There, it’s aligned now.”

“We waited for you at the entrance for a while,” Deuce informed her. “But you never showed up. Did something happen back at Ramshackle Dorm that made you late for the party?” 

“No, I was just finishing up mine and Grim’s outfits,” she explained. She spun around. “Aren’t they pretty? I didn’t think I’d have any use for that roll of silk that Vil gave me after the VDC, but I’m glad I kept it.” 

Ace whistled, smirking. “If you were gonna show off for us, you could have just done it in private, you know?” 

Deuce went red as Yuli rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up, you little shit-”

“Indeed, our Child of Man looks quite radiant tonight.” A deep voice rumbled in her ear. Ace and Deuce fell silent beside her. Only one person could have that effect on the students of NRC- Yuli knew exactly who it would be before she turned around. 

“Tsunotarou! You’re here!” 

The great Malleus Draconia smiled down at her, the dark jewels of his mask perfectly complimented his green eyes. “Child of Man,” he greeted, and nodded at Ace and Deuce, who returned it nervously. “Lilia was kind enough to remind me of this little rendezvous tonight, so I made it on time.” He paused. “I didn’t see you at the opening ceremony. Did you perhaps get lost? You haven’t had much time to get used to Night Raven College’s sprawling campus.” 

“No, I was finishing up Grim’s costume,” she explained again. Yuli didn’t bother to mention that she’d been here for over half a year now. A few months was trivial to an ancient Fae like Malleus. “Speaking of Lilia… he must be here as well, then?” She glanced around.

“Yes, he was performing some peculiar dance that he referred to as the ‘WAP’  on the far side of the room just a few minutes ago-”

“GET AWAY FROM LORD MALLEUS, FOUL HUMAN!” Sebek appeared, pushing his way through the crowd. 

“Aaaand, there goes the peace,” Ace muttered under his breath, frowning. His scowl only deepened when Silver followed soon after, along with a tall boy with dark hair. Yuli recognized him as Jaxon, the headmage’s son and Savanaclaw student- and Ace’s perpetual rival. 

“Sebek, the Prefect is only making polite conversation with our Lord,” Silver sighed, stepping to Malleus’s side. “The Students of Night Raven College are here today to foster goodwill among themselves, not stay solitary.” He gave a fond glance to Jaxon, whose arm was linked with his. 

“But no human is worthy to stand near his side! Especially when I, Sebek Zigvolt, humble servant of Briar Valley, am not nearby to monitor their behavior!” Sebek insisted, face red from the exertion of yelling. Silver sighed, resigned, while Ace plugged his ears. Yuli didn’t miss how he flipped off the loud first year- and Jaxon, too- behind his back. She pinched Ace in the side, making him yelp. “Be nice,” she hissed to him. 

Malleus watched the whole situation play out, amused. “I must take my leave now,” he mused, “Lilia will be wondering where I’ve gone by now. But I wish you well, Child of Man.” He paused. “And just so you know, a certain King of Roses has been watching you from across the room this whole time. Perhaps he is too shy to approach you first?” 

With a sweep of his cape, he was gone.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[quinloki]

Ship It, Ship It Real Good (Part 1)

Okay, so I have two OCs that are kind of similar in that they're both reptilian-people, snake variety but I based them off two very different things. Starting with the female. And you know me, I run long-winded so sit back and make yourself a cup of something warm, this'll take a while to read.

Her name is still a work in progress but for the time being I'm calling her Avalon, Lon Lon as a nickname. Avalon means apple and she does like to eat them, fangs notwithstanding. Technically speaking, she's based on a lamia however, if one were to look up what a lamia traditionally is—she isn't that.

Lamias are demonic snake women, think centaur but instead of a horse's body below the waist it's a snake body. Lamia are always female thus the upper body is always that of a woman. Like Medusa, women were given an unfair curse to be these demon snakes.

Traditionally they are hideous to look upon, they absolutely reek, their bite is horrendously venomous, and they devour people (usually men). Now, I had never heard of these things before until I watched some anime that I would like sponged from my memory (not sure if that's the proper phrase but you probably get the gist). The one good thing about that anime is that it gave me an idea for a snake woman.

I may or may not have stolen the coloring of the anime lamia for my own but I'm choosing to refer to that as "inspiration" because I then butchered their idea further. Because that's what I do, I borrow ideas and then mutilate them.

Anywho, enter Lon Lon, the fun-loving but continuously hunted Snake Woman. Avalon ate the Hiss-Hiss fruit, a rare Zoan-type that allows the user to turn into the mythical Lamia or Demon Snake-Woman. As with most Zoan users she has her regular human form (which I have yet to develop at all) and a hybrid form along with the full-blown lamia form.

Avalon, being the inexperienced devil fruit user that she is, and also being a rather unlucky lass to begin with had a bit of a hiccup first time using the devil fruit. She managed to bypass her hybrid form (also need to develop that) and is currently stuck in full lamia form.

I wish I could draw better because I can see her perfectly in my head and I can't figure out how best to describe her in words, but I'll try:

Waist down, her snake body is predominantly bright crimson red with some purple highlights and a pinkish underbelly. At her waist she developed flaps that look like she's wearing a skirt but really they're more like the webbing between a fishman's fingers/toes. Lon Lon is an aquatic sea snake that took to land more than the water, but the skirt webbing at her waist allows her to glide through the water easily.

For some reason, water doesn't bother her like it does other devil fruit users. It is unknown if this is because she's a sea snake lamia or if it's because she's been in the lamia form so long that she is slowly turning into the lamia in full.

Upper body from the waist up she is extraordinarily pale, not quite albino but she's often mistaken as albino. Her hair is snowy white and long enough to reach her belly button. She has little horns the grow on her forehead and they resemble jewels as the ends are rounded instead of pointed. On top of her head going down as a line on each side are a row of pointed horns. Nothing too pronounced, she can cover them with her hair if she gets creative (which she often does, she is very self-conscious about her horns) but it has been said that it looks like she grew her own little tiara of sorts.

She doesn't wear any clothing at all—she doesn't need them! She has strategically placed scales: larger scales that serve as armor on her sides from waist to underarms, and then her boobage area has scales covering the underboob all the way up to cover nipple and areola fully. They kind of grew in like a bra so she's modestly covered and protected and clothes rub weird against the scales so she just slithers around in her birthday suit. She has a few scales, very small ones that go on the sides of her neck just like her side scales but much tinier. Her upper body scales are silvery-white so at first glance you'd think she was totally nude until light hits and you realize she has scales.

She ended up stranded on an island somewhere and I headcanon that after Law loses to Blackbeard and Bepo whisks him away to safety, they end up stranded on an island. Bepo is not a ship, at some point he has to make landfall because he's going to get tired and he needs to get Law out of the ocean. They stop at the first island they come to.

Exploring the island brings them face-to-face with Avalon. She was probably munching down on an apple and Bepo probably ran into her first and panicked. Law shows up to see the commotion and honestly? Finds her fascinating but in a creepy-Law kind of way, like he wants to figure out why she is stuck in the full lamia form and why she seems to be waterproof so really what he sees is a living experiment.

She likes Bepo enough to not eat him and she tolerates Law enough to see if he can fix her. I have a bit more about her but it's still in development, but I see her traveling with Law post-Blackbeard battle. I don't ship her with Law either, I want to ship her with the other snake OC I have—she's more tame than that one, so he needs her.

I see Law and Avalon as being allies right now because he needs one but they could become good friends. Law would like it pointed out that when Avalon goes to sleep, she hisses her tongue out every time she exhales. If you fall asleep next to her, she will tickle your eras unwittingly in her sleep with her tongue. It's kind of adorable and Law will not admit to it being adorable, but it's adorable.

xD I have been effectively info-dumped \o/ and I love it =3

I love Lon Lon, and not just because I do like snakes, but also because I feel like if I ever got a Zoan fruit I'd be stuck in a fully-transformed state. Or, worse maybe, only able to change like, one limb at a time, be thrown terribly off-balance by it and accomplish little more than falling over.

The point when she comes into canon events is interesting to me. I love the late-game vibes of it, but I also really like that despite being her "first contact" there's no romance between her and Law or Bepo. I write so much romance/smut anymore that it's refreshingly different to see that ^_^ (Not that I don't like the first contact -> lovers pipeline, don't get me wrong).

You descriptions are always so good too. If I was a better artist I could probably translate them into picture form better, but gah, just thank you so much for sharing, and pardon me while I get to the other three asks you sent in XD

Ship it Good ask game

[askstellarandfriends]

If these are next-gen characters, who is who's parents? (like who is Stellar's parents, who is Kunzite's parents, etc etc)

I'mma answer this one in text this time, this is a next gen AU. Not all of the characters are next gens. Stellar is just an OC (Who's parents will be revealed in time but if I say who now it will be very spoilery) Then some of the next gens ended up in this universe from another universe because they were either adopted or I just wanted to create them.

I can show a list of the current next gens though, fair warning, the list is long: Pixel Note: Button Mash x Sweetie Belle Apple Slice: Caramel Chance-A-Lot x Applejack Appleseed: Caramel Chance-A-Lot x Applejack Sharp Gleam: Diamond Tiara x Snips Gem Shine: Discord x Rarity (another universe transfer) Sunrise Illusion: Discord x Celestia Muffin: Doctor Whooves x Derpy Hooves Time Bubble: Doctor Whooves x Derpy Hooves Rose Seed: Feather Weight x Babs Seed Blue Ribbon: Flam x Cherry Jubilee Constellation Sparkle: Flash Sentry x Twilight Sparkle Apple Cider: Flim x Apple Fritter Apple Crisp: Big Macintosh x Fluttershy Crass: Grogar x Everest(OC) Star Tricks: Luna x Trixie Lulamoon (another universe transfer) Dream Walker: Sombra x Luna Mint Swirl: Lyra x Bonbon Pop Rocks: Lyra x Bonbon Shooting Star: Mordecai x Twilight Sparkle (another universe transfer) Midnight Aurora: Nightmare Moon x Everlight Everlasting (another universe transfer) Record Label: Octavia Melody x Vinyl Scratch Play Wright: Pink Tom x Trailblazer (another universe transfer, parents are from the @projectfimily universe) Honeycrisp Apple: Pip Squeak x Apple Bloom Surprise Pop: Pokey Pierce x Pinkie Pie Quick Dash: Rumble x Scootaloo Luminia: Sassy Saddles x Thorax (another universe transfer) Gem Gleam: Snails X Silver Spoon Cumulus: Sky Stinger x Vapor Trail Spectra: Soarin x Rainbow Dash Thunder Cloud: Soarin x Rainbow Dash Molto Vivace: Songbird Serenade x Rainbow Dash (another universe transfer) Crystal Fire: Spike x Rarity Kunzite: Spike x Rarity Opal: Spike x Rarity Bright Idea: Sunburst x Starlight Glimmer Sunset Sparkle: Sunburst x Starlight Glimmer Luster Dawn (Yes, I know she's from the show but I wanted to incorporate her in the next gens): Sunburst x Starlight Glimmer Dawn Delight: Sunset Shimmer x Trixie Lulamoon Royal Blue: Blue Blood x Twilight Sparkle (another universe transfer) Spring Breeze: Vapor Trail x Tree Hugger Evermore: Zecora x Gizmo Lightning Strike: Master x Marble Pie (He is not sure where/when he came from anymore)

Non next gens: Spell Caster - Currently a statue Alicorn Poupée - Living Doll Stellar Cables - Alicorn Flicker - Changeling Mimic - Reformed Changeling Chambers - Currently a ghost Draconequus Everest - Draconequus Berry Blue - Earth Pony Film Reel - Earth Pony Flora Fauna - Earth Pony Harvest - Dead Earth Pony (Can appear as a ghost) Herbal Remedy - Earth Pony Light Heart - Earth Pony Melody Fever (DJ Fever Beats) - Earth Pony Music Rush - Earth Pony Paint Point - Earth Pony Phantom Ink - Possessed Earth Pony Quill Pen - Assumed Earth Pony Rapid Gear - Earth Pony Sun Dial - Currently a ghost Earth Pony Swift Apple - Earth Pony Wave Breaker - Earth Pony Bursting Flame - Pegasus/Color Drinker (Subset of Vamponies) Cross Stitch - Unicorn Fast Catch - Pegasus Fire Forge - Earth Pony Kiwi Tart - Unicorn Sweet Note - Earth Pony Twirling Ribbon - Earth Pony Gray Claw - Griffon Crescent - Hippogriff Fallon - Hippogriff Amphy - Fenec Fox Earth Pony Hybrid Draco - ??? Pony Hybrid Forest Jewel - Deer Unicorn Hybrid Mizu - Ray Pony Hybrid Night Shade - Deer Changeling Hybrid Willow - Deer Pegasus Hybrid King Variant - Dead Kirin King (Can appear as a ghost) Spring Leaf - Kirin Charlie and Dave - Two headed lamb Granite - Diamond Dog Maple Tree - Dikdik Oak Tree - Dikdik Droplet - Pegasus Dusk Light - Pegasus/Color Drinker (Subset of Vamponies) Gale Force - Currently a ghost Pegasus Vampony Happy Sales - Pegasus Popcorn - Pegasus Shady Deal - Pegasus Starlight Flight - Pegasus/Color Drinker (Subset of Vamponies) Sweet Smile - Pegasus Sweet Treat - Pegasus Violet - Pegasus (another universe transfer) Tango - Siren (Looks younger than actually is) Autumn Leaf - Unicorn Chai Tea - Unicorn Cuddle Bug - Unicorn Ink Blot - Unicorn Lily Pad - Unicorn Peppercorn - Unicorn Professor Spark - Unicorn Red Shine - Unicorn Silver Star - Unicorn Song Note - Unicorn Stardew Valley - Unicorn Symphony - Currently a ghost Unicorn Winter Breeze - Unicorn Moon Mist - Vampony If you want to ask any of the characters a random question, just be sure to put who you want to ask. Hope this helps!

~ GPG Mod

[pitbullinaspinningteacup]

new oc alert inspired by this

Jewel

-idk

-protective

-girlboss

-goat thing idk

Mark

-boyloser

-a doodle

-only has a mouth when its convenient

-this is as detailed as he'll get

-looks like some artists persona

-apple juice

[negative-speedforce]

🍎 [RED APPLE], 🍓 [STRAWBERRY], 🍉 [WATERMELON], 🥭 [MANGO], 🍑 [PEACH], 🍐 [PEAR] for Pippa, Jessi, Onnie, and E-2002 Eobard :)

🍎 [RED APPLE] Who does your OC value above all else?

Pippa: Friendship and loyalty

Onnie: Retribution and success

Jessi: Fame and money

Eo-2002: Success and "proving a point"

🍓 [STRAWBERRY] How do they feel about 'cute' things?

Pippa: Depends on what they are, if it's a kitten or a baby, she'll "aww!", and if it's just like some kitschy figurine, she'll think it's stupid.

Onnie: Cute things are weak and pathetic and stupid (secretly loves them)

Jessi: "Can this cute thing be used to get me what I want?"

Eo-2002: Thinks that they're stupid

🍉 [WATERMELON] What will your OC take to the grave?

Pippa: That she accidentally killed her best friend, Luna's, murderer.

Onnie: That they secretly care about a lot of things and people but choose not to show it because she was raised to believe that was weakness.

Jessi: That she actually doesn't really like all the dating and hookup culture of the celebrity world and only does it for attention (she's a very deeply closeted aroace-spec)

Eo-2002: He's got the hots for the Flash. He's never gonna tell anyone.

🥭 [MANGO] What colours best represent them and why? Does this differ from their favourites?

Pippa: Her favorite colors are pastels like baby pink and blue, and pastel yellow. The colors I use to represent her are soft shades of blue and green, with little bits of gold for accent, and that's because of her calm, compassionate nature.

Onnie: Onnie's best represented by shades of dark red, gold, and black as a symbol of her being edgy and dangerous (and let's be honest they want to be like their dad), though their favorite colors are jewel tones, like sapphire blue and ruby red.

Jessi: Jessi's favorite colors are hot pink and mint green, though I usually choose hot pink, black, and gold to represent them, to represent the "flashy and opulent" side of her.

Eo-2002: Likes red, specifically Flash-suit red, but yellow and black are his colors, since they're the inverse of Barry's suit.

🍑 [PEACH] How do they show their kindness? How kind are they truly?

Pippa: She's extremely kind, and she shows this kindness by choosing to help people with her powers outside of stopping bad guys, like one time, she was at her little cousin's ballet recital, and one of the dancers was about to fall over, and before anyone could notice, she ran up and put the dancer back in position so she wouldn't embarrass herself onstage.

Onnie: Isn't very kind, but she has the potential for kindness if they weren't raised in such a harsh environment. However, she did once save Pippa's life, though they'll swear that she was just doing it because they owed Pippa for saving her life in the past.

Jessi: Intentionally chooses not to be kind, although, she is very soft and affectionate with her boyfriend, Hyun-ki.

Eo-2002: The only person he's ever been remotely kind to without an ulterior motive was Siv, and that's only sometimes.

🍐 [PEAR] What is their current social standing? If they could change it, would they, and to what?

Pippa: Is a broke college grad turned art teacher at a local community center, would rather be a princess or a rich socialite (but she's happy just the way she is)

Onnie: Is rich because her dad is rich, would rather have their own fortune independent of her dad's even if it meant not being quite as wealthy.

Jessi: Is rich from being a pop star, would rather be richer and more famous than she already is.

Eo-2002: Depending on the timeline, he's either a millionaire or he sleeps in Barry's walls. He has no preference as long as he can get Barry for himself.