#oc. kastor

[lyssa-ink]

First time posting in a while, first time doing @flashfictionfridayofficial and first time posting about a new wip I’m hoping to talk about more soon but yeah anyway been struggling to get back into writing but then I was possessed and wrote this at 1 am so.

Kastor’s Prayer

cw for discussion of an abusive relationship

Even after everything, Kastor couldn’t sleep without first praying to her. It was foolish. He knew she didn’t listen anymore, that she had forsaken him just as he had her. And she couldn’t hear him now even if she wanted to thanks to Theia’s deal with the god of secrets protecting their group from the eyes and ears of the pantheon.

But perhaps that was it, why tonight, as he lit the candle, the thoughts on his mind were not the pleas for strength or forgiveness he’d spoken as far back as he could remember. This prayer was not for her.

This was for him.

“Solaea,” he began, as he always did, “O Radiant Lady, Bringer of Light, Goddess of the Sun.”

A deep, shaky breath. “For the first few months after you left, I sat like this every night. On my knees, looking into that flame and begging for you to forgive me. And when I went to bed I would regret it but I’d do the same damn thing the next day. Because you hurt.” As Kastor spat the word, he could almost feel heat on his chest, the handprint shaped burn tingling. “But… who was I to be upset? A goddess deigned to grant me her favour, make me her champion. It would be ungrateful to complain over a little pain.”

Kastor let out a hollow laugh. “Oh, except it wasn’t a little. You burned hotter than the deepest pits of the underworld when you were mad. Sometimes when you weren’t, too. Still, it didn’t matter because when you were good, you were good. It felt good, having the Radiant Lady know my name, care about me, love me. My whole life was built around you. When you were gone, I was adrift.”

His eyes drifted shut. “For those months, it was easy to remember what I’d lost and hope you would take me back. But then I got scared. What would my life be if I did become your champion again? Go back to living every day hoping you’re in a good mood? Be ready for the fire if you weren’t? Would I accept it all just to know you cared?”

Tears pricked at his eyes. “It took a lot to finally figure out the answer. Xanthe, I tried replacing you with. She wouldn’t have any of that, cared about me without the price of pain and devotion. But comparing you to her didn’t feel fair – you’re a goddess after all. Then Theia barged into my life. She’s not afraid of the gods. Seemed suicidal to me, but she’s still here and some of her disrespect must have rubbed off on me. And Ris…

“There he was, an actual god, telling me that what I went through wasn’t fair. That you weren’t fair. Working with him made me finally see that your love didn’t hurt because that’s what a god’s love felt like. No, it hurt because it wasn’t love at all.”

Kastor stood. “Maybe I was entertaining for you. Maybe it stroked your ego to keep around a mortal who was hopelessly devoted to you. But in the end, you never cared. Not truly. And I have wasted far too much of my life clinging to the idea that you did.”

Gently, Kastor blew out the candle. “Farewell, Solaea. And also? Fuck you.”

[deygodraws]

Watcher Twins, Kastor and Polluxes — the new beans for Against Creation :D

Poor lil bean Kastor witnessed The Horrors, and Polluxes is very “they asked for no pickles” about their twin

[suppenzeit]

Everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat

Kastor and Persimmon frequent the same record stores and are passingly familiar with each other (knowing each other as "the guy with the big wings" and "the guy with the split hair"). Persimmon is curious about Kastors intense focus while digging through countless CDs, and Kastor is curious about what the fuck sort of music taste Persimmon has since he keeps buying the most random albums (little does he know, Persy will pick up anything with a neat cover).

[stitchy-face]

OC's + Tumblr Shitposts 1 / ?

What better way to practice drawing OC's then drawing them in their tagged shitposts. (Ghost hunting crew)

[godlessbody]

[hornyharpy]

the Solstice

// blood, blisters

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Soren is not in for a good time :)

@figuwhump

[bluecatdraws]

who put an octopus in this cave anyway

[sp-delta]

Who's Exo?

(I must say, the picture with Paige as a renegade isn't mine; I came across it on the internet. However, I made some minor edits to make it look like Exo.)

>While I’m working on something interesting related to Delta, I’d like to introduce you to another important character in my story. This character was created by my friend and is essentially her OC, haha. However, we decided that our original characters could coexist quite well within the same story (Now I’m in charge of blogging for both of us😮‍💨)

So, who is Exo anyway?

First and foremost, Exo is a DJ program working at the Kastor's club (like the Daft Punk duo). She entertains programs with her music (she has a close friend Siver – he's a bartender). She's quite bright and emotional. Sometimes she can come down to the dance floor and party with the programs (why not?). Her relationship with Kastor is stable.

Why is she in a renegade suit in the picture?

Well, because as the story progresses, she joins the revolution and becomes one of the renegades. She does this after personally witnessing the chaos caused by Clu's guards. The last straw comes when a well-known program gets derezzed right before her eyes in the club where she works. Her story somewhat resembles Beck's, but it's not a copy.

Some more Exo.

>Quick fact about the character: Exo's fringe has one blue lock.

If you want to know more about her or Delta – feel free to ask questions.

[ernycek]

explaining which of my ocs belong to which organization in case anyone is confused (I am also confused, I suppose my villains love to change teams because sometimes I'm not even sure anymore which are where; but some villain teams are in some kind of coalition so I guess it's okay(?????))

oh and if a character sometimes has [dead] written by their name and sometimes doesn't it means that they only died at the point of the story where they were part of said organization

also ✅ will mean good guys and ❎ will mean villains

anyway,

old Midnight Guardians Association (MGA/old MGA) ✅

mentor:

Imelda Ortiz Armando

leader:

Iris Newson

other members:

Avery Allen

Xavier Knight

Eden Gaumond [dead]

Isaac Laurens

former:

Alexander Rutherford

The Silent Force (SF) ✅

leader:

August Desrosiers-Kingsley

other members:

Clyde Alston

Finn Shepard

April Achterberg

former:

Kat Ashford

Jade Pavoni-Knight

Vincent Knight

Jade Stone Tribe (JST) ❎

(all members are former)

leader:

Jade Pavoni-Knight (if that wasn't obvious already)

other members:

Vincent Knight

Isaac Laurens

April Achterberg

Kat Ashford

supporting:

Caspian Crawford

Assembly of Venom/Golden Serpent Clan (AoV/GSC) ❎

(all members are former)

leaders:

unnamed boss [dead]

Victor Armstrong

Caspian Crawford (really in control)

other members:

Reagan Phoenix [dead]

Eris Phoenix [dead]

Kat Ashford

Willow Corbin

Artemis Armstrong

an older man known only as The Father (at least to Victor and Artemis)

Faceless ❎

Florian's division: (all members are former) ✅

leader:

Florian Greenwood

other members:

Quill Greenwood [allegedly dead at this point]

Atlas Hedrick

Ezra Herdick

Renee Hart

Nico Taylor

general Faceless: ❎

leaders:

Alaric Grimwald

Amber Xandra Fortier (second in command)

other members: (some, it's a much larger organization)

Atlas Hedrick

Luna Grimwald

Jinx Grimwald [dead]

Gabriel Valerian Pierce

supporting:

Caspian Crawford

Emilian Crawford

Vera Faulkner

The Undead Battalion (UB) ❎

(members of Faceless who didn't get caught and put in jail after what I call the Faceless arc)

leader:

Amber Xandra Fortier

other members:

Mercury

Atlas Hedrick

former:

Luna Grimwald

Willow Corbin

Ghost Syndicate (GS) ❎

leader:

Onyx Hedrick

other members:

Mercury (his surname would technically also be Hedrick but in reality he doesn't really have one, it's complicated)

Kat Ashford [dead]

former:

Artemis Armstrong

Willow Corbin

Crimson Eagles Society (CES) ❎

leaders:

Caspian Crawford [dead]

Blaine Flavian Taylor

Emilian Crawford (kinda) [dead]

other members:

Wren Adler

Altair Arnauld

Juniper Crane

Vera Faulkner

Evander Coleman

former:

Ember Finch

Chris Allen

new Midnight Guardians Association (MGA/new MGA) ✅

leaders:

Iris Newson

August Desrosiers-Kingsley

Florian Greenwood - former

Avery Allen

2nd rank:

April Achterberg

Xavier Knight

Atlas Hedrick - former

Avery Allen - former

Florian Greenwood

low rank:

Alan Finley/Hector Wycliffe (Victor Armstrong)

Nico Taylor

Renee Hart

Diana Fletcher

Kiera Romero

Finn Shepard [dead]

Dax Harlin

Jasper Gatlin

Soren Auclair

(Jasper and Soren are kind of ambassadors I guess??)

tech support:

Ember Finch

Clyde Alston [dead]

Ryan Larson [dead]

Horatio Belrose

medics:

Cassander Ambrose

Isaac Laurens

Ezra Hedrick [dead]

former:

Atlas Hedrick

Edelweiss (works under the MGA)

supervised by:

Iris Newson - former

April Achterberg

members:

Rin Li

Skylar Barrett

Violet Copeland

former:

Grace Spencer

White Thorn Brotherhood (WTB) ✅

(only a few of them, it's a much larger organization)

leader:

unnamed

other members:

Jasper Gatlin

Soren Auclair

Athena (Reed) Anderson

The Visionaries (the name may actually change in the future but I'm not sure) ✅

leader:

Cecilia Chamberlain

other members:

Mars Everett

Theo Ingram

Erica Naina Chandrar

Ophelia Nguy

Lucille Lowell (Luna Grimwald)

Milo Wright (Oscar Taylor)

Amari Finley (Artemis Armstrong)

an unnamed organization: ❎

leader:

unknown

members: (all (listed) members are former)

Kastor Collymore

Wren Adler

Altair Arnauld

[seerschaos]

redrew my main fursona/oc’s father after like 3 years LMFAO here’s the (not so) happy family !

little lore drop, main fursona/son is on the bottom, his name is Dark Frithswith Merik, or Dark for short, and his dad on the top is Kastor ! (in short their names spell Dark Caster bc i based them off the dark casters from terraria) (i know the resemblance is NOT there but they’ve been through a lot of character development trust😔)

[suppenzeit]

🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Take Me Back To Eden

One - When We Were Made

Pairing: ii x OC Violetta Kastor

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: swearing as usual for anything I write and this is not a slow burn, so there's immediately flirting and talk of an ex

A/N: Out of respect for the band and their crew, I've decided to use made up names, as it gets a little taxing writing the Roman numerals over and over. It is clearly explained who everyone is. I've also made up physical details if needed, some true (eyes that we know of), some not. The actual plot and storyline is entirely fictional except maybe some of the tour dates but those are also mostly rough estimates so don't come after me! Enjoy!

Violetta had no idea that the first thing she was about to do at her new job was tech for a ritual. Fresh out of school, she'd been hired on a recommendation by her favorite band, which was the craziest shit that could've happened to her. What band, you ask? Well, Sleep Token of course. Yes, the masked and mysterious collective hired Violetta to be a guitar tech. And she could tech with the best of them. She'd majored in music production and recording and she was top of her class. Her professor knew the record label owner and sent him a message because she wanted Violetta to be successful. 

Well, what a way to start. She'd been thrown to the fucking wolves the very first ritual. Theo, their tour manager and lead on the soundboard met her and immediately pulled her toward the stage during soundcheck. He went over everything quickly and concisely as the sultry sound of Vessel's voice was overheard through the microphone.

"You're gonna hang with Jack tonight and he'll show you how everything works. We've got in-ears. We'll get you a pair to use for now and then the boys will want you to have a custom pair once we've decided to let you stay." Theo explained, placing a hand on her shoulder and smiling. Violetta knew this was her audition for the rest of her career. She was used to pressure but she couldn't have imagined the amount put on her in that first night.

Luckily, everything ran so smoothly that instead of coming out in a state of panic thinking she wasn't good enough, she'd been congratulated so many times she couldn't even count. She hadn't done much but noticed the mics sounded off just before the set, then restringing IV's 8-string Jackson when the top two strings gave way, faster than she'd ever restrung and tuned a guitar, and that made it all worthwhile. 

The funniest thing that had happened that night was her becoming fast friends with Jack. He was just like her friend at home, Brian, except Jack wasn't gay as fuck. Not that she had a problem with that, but it could be a lot for people just meeting him. Jack was nice, down to earth, could joke about anything, and would take a selfie at the best moments. She really liked Jack. 

Everyone had been stupid nice to her. It was later on, after the ritual, that she had her second dose of reality dished to her when she headed backstage. She'd helped pack away all the gear, and mind you, getting to help put II's drums away was the highlight of her life until she entered that green room. There, sitting and looking very normal, with a water bottle in one hand, phone in the other, was Vessel.

"Hi, you must be Violetta. You were top-notch tonight, darling." He said, the rumble and rasp in his voice so evident after singing. He looked like a dang noodle of a man, floppy brown hair and a clean shaven face, with crystal blue eyes that wrinkled at the corners with happiness. She smiled and thanked him, going to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. She kneeled down, taking one from the bottom rack and surveyed what else was in the fridge. Fruit, lots of energy drinks, cans of soda, sushi, and finger sandwiches of all different kinds. "Feel free to eat anything too, hun, that's all for us and the crew."

She wasn't terribly hungry, but she thanked him again and sat across the room from him at a foldable table that was set with several folding chairs. She took a few sips from her bottle and took out her phone. She scrolled through the pictures that had been taken that night by their photographer, Alex. One in particular she quite liked was of II, the drummer. He was for sure in the moment, sticks blurred in the air, and his head thrown back as if in ecstasy. Speaking of the drummer, that was who came through the door next, taking a can of Coke and a bottle of water out of the fridge. He took up residence on the couch that was facing where Violetta was sitting. He glanced over and smiled.

"You must be Violetta." He said, soft spoken and slightly higher timbre than Vessel. She nodded and he smiled again, his deeper blue eyes lighting up. He looked tired and still fairly sweaty, even though she was sure they'd cleaned up, but maybe he hadn't just yet. He was the shortest member of the band, but still taller than Violetta as she was a short five feet tall. He popped the Coke open, placed it on the floor by his feet, then unscrewed the cap from the bottle of water and chugged half of it before putting the cap back on. 

Jack swooped in, gave Violetta a bear hug, then swooped out with water and some food on a plate. He poked his head in again, realizing he'd forgotten to tell Violetta something.

"I think you're rooming with one of the guys tonight, if that's okay? They're not too annoying." He said, a lilt of humor in his tone as he smirked at Vessel and II. "But ask Theo again, he'll be able to tell you." He said and then he was off. 

She glanced down at her phone just as she received a text.

Unknown Number: hey 👋 

She tilted her head and sneakily looked over at Vessel, then II. They were both on their phones. The timing of the text was rather conspicuous.

Vi: hi, who you?

Unknown: wouldn't you like to know 😏

Vi: yes. I would in fact 

Unknown: who do you think I am?

Vi: honestly, don't know, but you're timing is awful fuckin weird

Unknown: is it?

Vi: yeah 🙃

Unknown: Oh c'mon, just guess

Vi: are we using real names or the numbers that Sleep gave you?

Unknown: clever girl

Vi: you're in this room with me, you have to be, otherwise you're standing out in the hallway

There was a pause in messages. She hadn't thought to listen for a text tone, but she looked up just as IV walked into the room. He didn't have his phone out.

"Hey, I really appreciate how quick you restrung my guitar. You did a great job, babes ." He said and she couldn't help but smirk at his use of very British slang. He walked to the fridge and stood in front of it, surveying the food and drinks available for a few moments before grabbing a few things on a plate and sitting down at the table next to her, but sort of across from her.

Unknown: well?

She didn't hear a text tone. She glanced at Vessel, and typed a message back.

Vi: you all have blue eyes

Unknown:  okay?

Vi: is it a requirement to be in Sleep Token? Have pretty blue eyes?

Unknown: possibly, you think my eyes are pretty?

Vessel and IV hadn't typed anything. Vessel was scrolling. IV had just sat down. She averted her eyes to II, who was also scrolling.

Vi: floor tom 

Unknown: kick drum

She watched as II's thumbs typed fast as fuck. 

Vi: snare

Unknown: you like?

Vi: I have questions

Unknown: shoot

Vi: how the fuck did you get my number

Unknown: Theo

Vi: are you flirting with me?

Unknown: are you?

She looked up and straight at II. He smirked but didn't look at her. He typed something back.

Unknown: hi, I'm Cal, am I your favorite?

She stood, going to throw her empty bottle of water away.

Vi: it's always the quiet ones

She clicked the number and saved it as "Cal" with a little drum emote in the notes. She received a text.

Cal: ✨️ 

Vi: did you just use a sparkle ✨️ emote?

Cal: I did, yes

Cal: im your roommate by the way

Her heartbeat picked up and she full-on stared at him, lips parted for a split second, then she bit her bottom lip and took a breath. 

Fuck .

Cal: is that okay?

This time, he turned and she gazed deep into the ocean blue of his eyes, her very emerald ones seemingly lit with fire behind them. And not a rageful fire, but a very lust filled one.

Vi: how'd you know you were my favorite?

Cal: im good at guessing

Vi: guess my next move then

Cal: why don't you guess mine?

Vi: nope

She grabbed another bottle of water, a can of Coke, said "good night" to the guys, then headed out into the hallway, running into Theo. Cal stayed seated for a few moments before deciding to do the same and try to catch up with Violetta. Theo stopped her for a moment.

"Hey! You were awesome tonight. I meant to tell you earlier, Cal's your roomy for tonight. I figured that might work for you since he's pretty quiet and easy to get along with. I gave him your number so you could get the room key from him when you were ready for it." He explained and Violetta nodded and thanked him. He pulled her in for a hug. "Welcome to the crew."

She smiled wide and then headed down the hallway. She became aware very quickly of the drummer's footsteps behind her. He caught up to her, grabbing for her hand.

"Hi." He said, same soft tone as before. Violetta smiled and she could feel her cheeks getting redder by the second. He was...cute...no...he was hot. He was both. He had a little bit of facial hair, matching dirty blond hair on his head and through his white t-shirt she could see some of the dark, traditional, and colored tattoos that painted his chest. He had two full sleeves of tattoos as well that crawled their way onto his hands. The black body paint really did a great job of hiding it all. She glanced down at his hand that was still holding hers. 

"Sorry." He said, going to pull away but she stopped him.

"Still flirting with me?" She asked, intertwining her fingers with his. She felt him twitch like he was going to pull his hand away but he stopped himself, mesmerized by the way his hand fit in hers and the tattoos on her arms.

"Do you...want me to?" He asked sheepishly. His heart was pounding out of his chest just being by himself with her.

"I was kind of enjoying our little text dialogue. Never had that happen before." She said, a wide smile forming on her lips. 

He studied her for a few moments, before bowing his head and pulling her toward the exit door. The hotel was just across the street, so they walked, acting like a normal couple, but she could tell he was slightly on edge, by how his grip on her hand tightened slightly. He didn't want to be recognized, she surmised. 

He led Violetta to the elevator, going up a few floors before they exited and walked down the hall to room 409. He fished in the pocket of his shorts, tapped the card on the sensor, and the door clicked open and he allowed her in first. He flicked on the light. To her surprise, someone had thoughtfully brought her bags up and placed them on the single bed. 

There's only one bed. Fuck. Oh, wait, there's a couch.

"You can have the bed, sweetheart . I'll take the couch." He said, touching the small of her back before taking a pillow from the bed, saluting, and diving onto the couch with an audible " fuckin' hell".

She felt her temperature rise again at the use of the pet name. She wondered what III's nickname for her was going to be, since he was the only one of the boys she hadn't met yet. 

She sat on the bed and glanced over at II...or Cal. She placed the can of Coke and her bottle of water on the night stand that filled the space between the couch and the bed. He was laying down, arms behind his head, his phone on his chest, and his eyes closed. He'd kicked off his shoes and his legs were propped up on the arm of the couch. Violetta leaned back against the pillows, turned the light off and took out her phone, setting the brightness as low as possible.

Vi: you don't have to sleep on the couch, it looks uncomfortable  

Vi: also that can of Coke is for you

She waited and glanced over as she saw his phone light up. He took a second, opening one eye, typing a slow response then sending it.

Cal: really?

Vi: really what?

Cal: you can't just talk to me?

Cal: also thanks, how'd you know?

Vi: I can, I just kind of though this was cute

Vi: I guessed 

Cal: very cute...sweetheart, if I come in that bed, we're not sleeping

Vi: is that a threat?

Cal: it's a fuckin promise

She sat up, her heart racing. What a fucking player. She didn't think he was like that. She responded back.

Vi: that's awful forward of you

He shifted, turning on his side with a loud sigh, then typed back to her.

Cal: im staying on the couch...not a good look for your first day if we fuck around

He'd been able to relax a little and feel confident in his words, as he wasn't saying them out loud. If he'd had to, he wouldn't be saying any of this.

Vi: maybe my second? 🤭

Cal: you're fuckin adorable

Violetta smiled and closed her eyes. Her phone vibrated again.

Cal: let's get to know each other first...not saying I'm not interested... I'd just like to know you better ...makes the sex better

Violetta let out a little squeak and laughed quietly. She kind of hoped he didn't hear her, but he probably did. She put her phone down next to her and rolled onto her side, letting her dreams take her to places she'd never been before, with the drummer hot and heavy in her thoughts.

¤ ¤ ¤

Conveniently enough, the next morning was not a show day, so the boys and the crew could relax. Violetta was still a little in college mode, so even though she'd gone to sleep past one in the morning, she still woke up at six a.m. her body ready to go for a walk like she did every morning for the past four years. She opened her eyes and it wasn't as bright as she'd thought. She certainly wasn't going to go for a walk in a country that she didn't know, without people she knew, so she looked over to the couch. Cal was gone. She looked down at her phone, which had two texts. 

Cal: left you the key, text me when you're awake

The other was another unknown number.

Unknown: mornin, girlypop, waiting in the next room for you when you wake up

Violetta shook her head and smiled. This kept getting weirder, but more exciting. She dressed quickly, black leggings today, and a maroon Sleep Token sweatshirt over a navy Northlane tank top. She tousled her hair, putting it up in a claw clip, letting her bangs fall over her eyes. Now she knew III's nickname for her.

She took her phone and the key card, and headed out into the hallway. She texted the unknown number, who she was pretty sure she knew who it was.

Vi: uh, which next room?

She only had to wait a few seconds before she heard a door click to the right. A short girl with black long hair had stepped out, followed by the tallest, lankiest, most British looking guy she'd ever seen.

"Hi, Violetta. I'm Piper. I'm the merch manager. This is Steve." She outstretched her hand for Violetta to shake and then she shook Steve's hand after. He smiled wide, the smile reaching all the way up to his eyes, making the corners wrinkle. 

" Girlypop , huh?" Violetta said with a smirk. Steve's laugh bellowed through the hall and Piper smacked him on the arm.

"You're so loud." She said and he grabbed her around the waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Yeah but you like it. C'mon. Girlypop , breakfast time." Steve said, gently pushing Piper toward the elevator and making a come here motion with his hand at Violetta. When they stepped inside the elevator, Violetta took out her phone and texted Cal.

Vi: you didn't sleep much

It didn't take him long at all to respond.

Cal: mornin sweetheart, I'll meet you at breakfast

Vi: how do you know where we'll be?

Cal: you're not hard to find 😉

Violetta smiled as they left the elevator. They walked down a short hallway and entered a large dining room with several buffet tables set up. There were a lot of bands playing last night and a lot of them had stayed at this hotel. She followed Piper and Steve as they went through the line and grabbed food. Violetta wondered if she should get a plate for Cal.

Vi: food?

She waited a moment before scooping some scrambled eggs onto her plate, then bacon, some sort of sausage patties, and two muffins.

Cal: I'll share with you

She loaded the plate up with a few more things and saw that there were the big ass cans of Redbull. She took one of those and a big water bottle also. She followed Steve to a table, where Piper was already seated. Steve scooted in as close as he could to her and put an arm around her waist, pulling her close. 

Out of seemingly nowhere, Vessel and IV showed up. Vessel sat on the other side of Piper with a muffin and a bottle of water, certainly not as close as Steve. IV sat next to Violetta with a full plate. He began devouring his food, glancing at Violetta every so often as she was slow to begin picking at her food. 

Then she felt a presence beside her, a warm body touching hers. A tattooed hand reached out, stealing a piece of bacon from her plate to eat. He chewed happily and then placed one arm around Violetta's shoulders.

"Hi, sweetheart ." He said, low enough that only she heard it. No one seemed to notice him sitting, or putting his arm around her. Or eating from her plate the whole time. He even drank from the same can of Redbull as her, which made her chuckle a little the first time he took a sip, because he took it out of her hand and took a long sip right after her, then placed it back down.

Once everyone had finished, Vessel had volunteered to clear everyone's plates. Steve and Piper decided they were going to go down to the festival so they headed out soon after finishing. Violetta made sure she saved his number in her phone as "Steve" and put " Girlypop " in the notes. Cal still had his arm around her when IV sat back down.

"Sorry. I didn't actually introduce myself yesterday. I was so fuckin' tired. I'm Jesse." He said, offering his hand for Violetta to shake. She did and he smiled warmly back at her. Cal leaned forward and raised a brow at him. Jesse took Violetta's phone and put his number in by himself, then texted her.

Jesse: hey babes

She smiled and shook her head, then checked the little note next to his name. It was a winky face emoji. She immediately texted him back.

Vi: hi flirty

Jesse: you bet I am

Violetta raised her brows at him and he gently touched her shoulder before leaving the table, leaving her and Cal together. He leaned back again and took the last sip of the can of Redbull. Vessel sat down across from them.

"You can call me Roman if you want...instead of Vessel. Or call me Vessel. Or Ves. Doesn't really matter to me." He said, catching Violetta's eyes immediately. 

"How are you going to give me your phone number, because everyone else's attempt has been an experience." She said with a grin. He also smiled and held his hand out. She put her phone in it, and he typed his number in the box at the top then gave it back. He'd left the name part blank.

"I leave that up to you, darling." He said, his super low baritone sending a shiver down her spine. She now had all four of the boys' numbers. She saved his as "Roman" but put "Vessel" in the notes.

"Anyone ever gets my phone they're gonna know all yalls identities." She said and glanced at Cal. He was scrolling on his phone, not paying much attention to their conversation, but his arm was still around her. It had fallen slightly and was more situated near the middle of her back now. He'd unconsciously begun drawing small circles there, which she had not realized until now. Her cheeks heated and she sighed, trying to put away any unwanted horny thoughts, but they just wouldn't stop.

"That's alright. We're on our way to revealing ourselves anyway." Roman said, finishing up the water he had grabbed. 

"You are?" Violetta asked and he just nodded.

"We're healing. We've become something new." Roman said, then gently reached for her hand, placing his on hers for a moment before leaving her and Cal to each other again. She turned to him and he looked up from his phone immediately. 

"You're healing?" She asked, brows knitting in concern.

"That's why I said I want us to get to know each other first. I have...some baggage...and I want you to be sure you wanna deal with my shit." He said, reaching for her other hand. He put it on his chest and she could feel his heartbeat was fast. Faster than it should be for sure. "This..." He motioned between her and himself, "is so unbelievably fuckin' nerve-wracking for me right now."

"Why?" She asked softly, spreading her fingers under his. He took a deep breath and she felt his heart kick up a notch more and his breathing quicken slightly as well. 

"I had...an ex...batshit crazy. Trying to out us all among other things...which I want to tell you but I can't right now...but...she fucked us all up." He explained, trying to stay calm and not trip over his words.

"You don't have to tell me anymore right now." Violetta said, feeling his grip on her hand tighten. She saw hesitation in those ocean blue eyes of his. She could even catch a twinge of fear. "I won't pretend to understand what you went through...but I'll be here for you if you want to talk about it...and if you don't...we don't have to."

He smiled warmly at her admission and pulled her close for a hug to show that he appreciated it. When he pulled away, he caught a glimpse of her emerald eyes and he could've melted at how pretty they were in the morning light. Violetta leaned closer, the tip of her nose touching his and he closed the last few centimeters, letting his lips just graze hers, a ghost of a kiss. When they parted, Violetta noticed he was shaking slightly and she embraced him once again.

"What the fuck did she do to you?" She asked softly, not necessarily at him but just in anger toward his ex. She'd beat the shit out of the girl if she ever met her. 

[thefoolau]

🎪The Fool — a Welcome Home AU!🎭

ㅤㅤPeople are cruel, everyone knows that; and sometimes, a "Home" can be where others like you are.

ㅤㅤBut nice things never last, do they...?

ㅤㅤAfter being discriminated & ostracized by society for as long as they can remember thanks to Kastor's influence, Wally alongside Barnaby go out to find other puppets like them in order to create a circus, where they all started performing together. ㅤㅤHowever, this all came to an abrupt end when Kastor cursed the whole city, making all of them forget everything about the circus out of spite and jealousy; all except Wally, who now has to carry with the burden of remembering, while all of her friends don't.

. . . AU info below !

！﹘Index ,

Boundaries

Characters

Story

Misc

1. ﹕ Boundaries ,

💧 What is ok?

Fan art, edits, cosplays, fanfics, anything creative!

Platonic OC x Canon, Zeze is aroace!

Character interactions of any kind!  In any medium!  I’d love to see them!

Memes or things alike!

Hurt/comfort, angst

Fanon AUs of the AU

Edits! All of this, as long as you tag/ credit me of course!

💧 What is not ok?

Selling mass produced merchandise.

Sexual interactions, both explicit and not explicit.

Romantic OC x Canon, again, aroace!  Not open to relationships!

Anything related to crushes/ atraction to masc/ male characters, not even as a joke. Zeze's a lesbian!

Redesigns, recolors, tracing, etc. without my permission.

Gore, body horror Please respect these boundaries, if not you will be blocked and blacklisted.

2. ﹕ Characters ,

🎭 ; Wally Darling, the trapeze artist!

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🌺 ; Julie Joyful, the acrobat!

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⭐ ; Sally Starlet, the acrobat!

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🃏 ; Kastor (K.W.), the wizard! (antagonist)

the others don't have a reference yet, I'll add them once I make them!

3. ﹕ Story ,

ㅤㅤNo one ever liked them. None of them. They were considered weird, ugly; Dangerous. So they sticked together, supported each other, and thus formed a small family.

ㅤㅤAll of them had Something, were something others didn't like. Wally was too flexible; Barnaby was too big; Eddie was too strong, and all of them were monsters made out of felt to their eyes. They were easy to judge, so people took advantage of that.

ㅤㅤIt all started when Wally found Barnaby in an alley, abandoned and beaten up. They talked, and soon became friends; that's when they had the idea to find others like them, others who were ostracized by society. It didn't take long until they did; through sings, word of mouth and rumors, or by finding them in hidden places like dark streets or abandoned buildings. And so, they formed "Home", a circus of the city's "weirdos". ㅤㅤThey performed for others, with time gained their sympathy and admiration; their shows were fun, unique, mesmerizing. Everyone liked them. But most importantly, They liked doing them. They supported, took care of, Loved each other; they were finally happy, together.

ㅤㅤBut nice things never last, do they?

ㅤㅤIt started just like any other day; Wally woke up in the small room he rented with his share of the money made from the shows, got ready for the day and went out, heading to the tent they performed in to rehearse with the others. It was like a home, only there he felt like he belonged, only there he felt safe.

ㅤㅤBut it wasn't there. Home was completely gone.

ㅤㅤWally felt his heart sank. Did something happen? What could've possibly caused the whole tent to disappear overnight? She quickly approached someone she'd seen in the audience multiple times and asked them about it, but to his surprise, they looked at them with disgust and pushed him away, telling her to never approach them again before walking away, insulting him under their breath.

ㅤㅤShe quickly got up, running to the inn he knew Barnaby was staying at; they'd never seen him there, and added that they'd never let a freak like him stay there in the first place. When he got out, a man dressed in black stared at him from the shadows, mockingly smiling before turning away and disappearing without leaving a trace. Tears were already running down her face, ruining their make up and making other people stare at him with disapproval. "Why?" she thought, dropping to her knees, defeated. Why was this happening to him? What did they do to deserve this? Why was everyone so cruel? ㅤㅤAfter a few hours of walking around, he couldn't deny it any longer. To her horror...

ㅤㅤNo one remembered. Not even those who she thought of as family. ㅤㅤIt was like nothing ever happened. Like Home never happened.

ㅤㅤThis is a story not lost to time, ㅤㅤbut to a man's hatred and jealousy.

4. ﹕ Misc ,

The AU's Spotify playlist!

more coming soon . . .

Farewell, neighbor! Thank you for reading. @:)

[halichor]

23, 27, 35 for the oc asks?

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?

Songs usually come after the fact for me, but I got some c:

Karythos - Wicked Children (Johnny Goth)

Nevari - Echolalia (Faetooth)

Veneth - cult leader (KiNG MALA)

35. Any sibling characters?

I got a ton, whole families even hahaha. I'll stick with OCs where I posted one of them at least once, though.

Kastor and Malthior, though I don't think I've ever posted Kastor yet

Karythos and Nevari (twins)

Kavann and Veneth

[hornyharpy]

Sketches

Text translation:

2:

- What an interesting Christmas we have... - Yeah...

(screams in the background) - Don't let them get away! - Check the roofs! - Where did they go?! - Where are those fu-

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3:

- Listen... I was joking about the tree...