#souls of black: coder

[traderotales]

Write Camp Day 15!

Day 15 of @agirlandherquill 's Write Camp event, and my third entry for it! I was inspired to write something for Wolf, one of the main characters for my Minecraft inspired fantasy story, Souls of Black. Admittedly this is more of a practice piece on trying to write his voice for the story, but regardless I hope it's good!

Prompts used:

"You aren't ever on your own. Because I am here. And I always will be."

I hope you all enjoy, and do tell me if you did, and what parts you enjoyed the most :)

SoB Tag List

@chaos-ducks

@goblinwithaproblem

@theonlyivy838

@ultimatewildcard

Story under the cut

Coder was working harder than he usually was, which worried Wolf, because Coder didn't tend to work hard.

It wasn't that Wolf's little brother was lazy. He was sprightly for his body's younger age, even more so for how long he had been Awake. Coder understood the demanding life they'd had in the Tundra, to hunt for food so they would not starve, or to dig out more of the bunker underneath their small igloo on the snow's surface. If anything, he had enjoyed the work, because he knew it necessary.

But here in the Plains, it was different. Wolf knew it in his bones. There were no freezing temperatures to warm away, nor a decided lack of food--especially not with the farm curling around the back and right of Phoebe's oak cottage. It was here that Wolf continued to see his brother's decsive... eagerness with the work. But it was wrong. Coder was taking up more work than given to him.

In fact, Coder was insistent he take the work given to Wolf.

Wolf worked out in Phoehe's farm with his brother, kneeling as he gently scattered the wheat seeds into the fresh tilled ground. Coder had taken the job of tilling the rest of the farmland, despite Wolf's protests. So now, Wolf planted the seeds. They were odd things, barely putting space between his forefinger and thumb when pressed between them. They were tan in color, unlike the blue-green of the chilled plants from the Tundra. Wolf had been surprised Coder's interest in them hadn't lingered, as it had with most other plants they had found in the Plains since being displaced.

At the thought of his displacement, Wolf felt his scars--most as thin as a pine needle, spiderwebbing across his arms and torso--suddenly flare with heat. It was muted, most of it prevented by the fire resistance potion Phoebe had given him two days previous, but it still made Wolf flinch.

He sighed, taking a few deep breaths, before he stood, having planted the last of the wheat seeds he'd had. He looked to Coder, seeing the boy tilling the last edge of the farm. Coder had left his thick coat in the cottage, alongside his gloves and light blue, long-sleeved undershirt, removing them due to the hotter temperatures in the Plains. Now, he worked only in his short-sleeved white shirt underneath his dark blue vest, with his brown trousers tucked into his light blue boots, which matched his scarf that he still wore. A scarf Wolf had gifted him years ago.

"Coder," Wolf called in Blizori, their native tongue. It was not slurred as Dridonic was, enunciating each sound almost rhythmically, and precisely. "I will get more seeds."

Wolf turned, starting to head for the back door of Phoebe's cottage. But he paused as he saw Coder perk up, and suddenly drop the stone hoe and rush over.

"It is okay! I have it!" Coder exclaimed, racing past Wolf. Wolf blinked, then sighed and shook his head.

"Coder!" Wolf called, more forcfully this time. The boy stumbled to a halt, then looked back.

"Um... yes?" Coder tensed. Wolf walked towards him, frowning.

"What is the meaning of this?" Wolf asked.

"Meaning of what?" Coder laughed, but it was nervous. He looked away, hiding further in his light blue scarf.

"You bestow my work upon yourself when you should not," Wolf said, his frown deepening. "I assure you, I can grab seeds from a chest."

"Yes, well, I can too!" Coder said. "Besides, I want to! I want to help!"

Wolf paused as Coder looked up at him, looking almost defiant, but desperate. Wolf pursed his lips, frowning more, before he sighed.

"There is something deeper, Coder." Wolf gently placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "I know it." Coder instantly looked away, hiding in his scarf again. Wolf smiled gently, then crouched slightly, getting to Coder's eye level. "You may tell me, brother. That is what I am here for."

Coder studied Wolf's face, fiddling with his hands nervously, before he nodded quietly. "Okay," he said hesitantly. He sat in the grass, watching as Wolf knelt beside him, then took a deep breath.

"I do not believe you should be working, Wolf," Coder said. "Not with... your scars..." Coder's hands and voice trembled as he mentioned Wolf's current ailment. Wolf's expression softened.

"I assure you, I am fine," Wolf said, and smiled reassuringly as he gently squeezed Coder's shoulder. But Coder, for once, didn't smile back, instead pursing his lips and shaking his head.

"I cannot leave you to do things yourself anymore," Coder whispered. "With the pain--"

"It is muted by Phoebe's potion," Wolf reminded him.

"I know, but--" Coder sighed shakily and angrily, wringing his hands together in his lap. "But it is not cured, brother! It will pain you again! And they will spread more!"

"But not for now," Wolf said gently.

"For now does not matter if I end up losing you again!" Coder shouted. Wolf's eyes widened, seeing Coder glare at him with tears in his eyes. But Coder's flash of anger quickly melted into guilt, and he tucked his knees to his chest, looking away.

"I-I am sorry, I did not mean to..." Coder's voice shook, and Wolf gently moved closer, wrapping his arms around his little brother.

"I know," Wolf said softly, gently rubbing Coder's back. "It is all right."

Coder sniffled, blubbering as he buried his face into Wolf's chest. "I cannot lose you once more," he said.

Wolf held his brother, remembering that night they were displaced. Murdered. The group in diamond armor had not been from the Tundra. They had told the two they were trespassing, and killed them for it.

Wolf had saved Coder from a flaming, glowing sword, the same sword that had killed him, and gave him the scars he had now. Wolf had often found part of himself regretting the choice, as it had left Coder to die alone and defenseless, just after watching his older brother drop in front of him.

"I am sorry," Wolf whispered. "I should not have made you watch that. But I could not think of any other alternative than to protect you, Coder."

Coder pulled away slightly, looking up at Wolf as he dried his multicolored eyes. The right brown, and the left a light, almost ice blue. Eyes that should not have been filled with the sadness they now held.

"But, I am not fragile," Wolf continued, and gently helped wipe away Coder's tears. "I can handle a bit of farm work. It is the same as we had before, in our igloo. Remember?"

Wold smiled gently, and Coder nodded slightly. He breathed deeply. "I just... we were lucky. Death is not always kind, as to drop us near each other. What if... what if I end up alone, after you inevitably... die." He shook slightly. "I cannot just let that happen. I have to do something now, Wolf, to amend for my failure of doing nothing that night!"

Wolf paused, then shook his head. "You are not a failure, Coder," he said. "They were armed. There were many of them. There is nothing you could have done."

"Which is why I must act now!" Coder cried. "I can protect you now, and make sure I do not lose you again!"

Wolf sighed, and gently put his large hands on Coder's shoulders. "You are never alone, Coder. You will never be alone, because I am here." Wolf gently pressed against where Coder's heart was in his chest. "And I always will be."

Coder frowned, opening his mouth to argue, but Wolf cut him off. "In your heart, you will know I still live. Despite my scars, despite any distance that comes between us, I still live after death, as does everyone. And there is no thing, man nor creature, that will stop me from trying to return to you."

Coder stared at him, then looked down at his hands in his lap. "What if we cannot find each other?" he asked quietly. "What if I never see you again, after our separation?"

"You will." Wolf gently lifted Coder's chin, making his brother look up at him. "You must not lose faith, Coder. For that is the only reason we will stay apart. I have faith in you. Do you have faith in me?"

Coder nodded instantly. "Yes."

Wolf smiled at him. "Then there is nothing that can keep us separate. Not even death."

Slowly, Coder nodded again, and suddenly hugged Wolf tightly. Wolf winced as his tunic rubbed against his scars, but he quickly covered it with a smile, putting an arm around Coder.

"I love you, brother," Coder murmured, gently breaking the silence that had fallen over them. Coder looked up at Wolf. Wolf looked down at him, then smiled brightly.

"I love you too," he said.

[traderotales]

Reaper becomes a spontaneous (metaphorical) parent by accidentally adopting every small child she sees in every AU and canon I write her in

Imagine your oc(s) suddenly becoming (a) parent(s). How did this happen? Are they spontaneously given a child to look after? Do they suddenly find out they/their significant other is expecting? How do they react at first? How about the people around them? How do they cope with it?

[numbpill]

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[tutorial: build your own neocities/nekoweb page]

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a beginner's guide for making your very own home on the indie web—retro, personal, weird, and 100% yours.

this ain’t an average wix, squarespace, or tiktok aesthetic.

we’re talking full html/css with soul and attitude.

[ prerequisites ]

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> an idea

> basic text editor (vscode, notepad++, or even notepad)

> account on https://neocities.org or https://nekoweb.org

> some gifs or tiles you love (dig deep or make your own)

> optional: image host or gif repo (or self-host everything)

[ feeling overwhelmed? read this. ]

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you do *not* need to know everything.

html is not a mountain. it's a garden.

you plant one tag. then another. then a style. then a button.

you can build your site piece by piece.

and every piece is a portal to somewhere personal.

you are allowed to make broken pages.

you are allowed to use templates.

you are allowed to start over as many times as you want.

this is *your* world. you control the weird.

[ step 1: create an account ]

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> neocities: https://neocities.org

> nekoweb: https://nekoweb.org

register a name, log in, and enter your file manager.

this is where you upload your files and see your site live.

[ step 2: your first file - index.html ]

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make a new file: `index.html`

basic starter:

<html>

<head>

<title>my weird little corner</title>

<link rel="stylesheet" href="style.css">

</head>

<body>

<h1>welcome to the void</h1>

<p>this is my page. it’s strange. like me.</p>

<img src="mygif.gif">

</body>

</html>

> upload to the dashboard

> boom. you’re live at

https://yoursite.neocities.org

or https://nekoweb.org/u/yoursite

[ step 3: add a style sheet - style.css ]

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create a file called `style.css` and upload it.

here’s some nostalgic magic:

body {

background: url('tile.gif');

color: lime;

font-family: "Courier New", monospace;

text-shadow: 1px 1px 0 black;

}

img {

image-rendering: pixelated;

}

marquee {

font-size: 20px;

color: magenta;

}

link it in your html and the vibes activate.

[ step 4: decorate it like a haunted usb ]

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> use <marquee> for chaos scrolls

> embed gifs from https://gifcities.org/

> steal buttons from https://cyber.dabamos.de/88x31/

> set up a guestbook at https://www.smartgb.com/

> loop audio with <audio autoplay loop>

> add fake errors, 90s web lore, random link lists

[ step 5: resources, themes, and comfort ]

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> templates & layouts: https://numbpilled-themes.tumblr.com

> glitchy gifs & buttons: https://glitchcat.neocities.org/resources

> layout builder: https://sadgrl.online/projects/layout-builder/

> free tiled backgrounds: https://backgrounds.neocities.org/

> beginner html intro: https://www.w3schools.com/html/

> pixel fonts & cyber assets: https://fontstruct.com/

remember:

you don't need to know js. you don't need to be a coder.

you just need a mood, a direction, a dream.

the html will follow.

[ bonus concept: shrine pages ]

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> a page just for one character you love

> a room to house digital fragments of your identity

> embed quotes, music, images like altars

> call it shrine.html and link it from your homepage

[ closing mantra ]

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you are not here to be optimized.

you are not a brand.

you are a ghost inside the machine,

carving your initials into the silicon void.

welcome to Your website.

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[ink-casket]

Self indulgent pack ᯓ★

Pack based on two of the Darling systems headmates

// keep in mind headmates may not form exactly like the pack! //

@cherishedverses , @thebaharchivist , @angelic-oath

🪦﹕BASICS . .

★ NAME !? ;;; Par3n . . Paren . . Par . . KRV . . Korven

★ PRNS !? ;;; He/Him . . H?/H?m . . ?/? . . ERROR/ERRORS . . ve/ver . . ve/vis . . ve/vir . . hes/hem . . Ve/Vem . . Xe/Xem . . Fab/Fabulous . . Kill/Kills . . Dead/Deads . . Ruxt/Ruxtic

★ AGE !? ;;; Forever 18

★ GENDER !? ;;; Male . . Desamasc, Saintbernardic . . RadioRustGender . . Minty Green . . Voidself . . Questionself

★ ORIENTATION !? ;;; Mascu- . . Andr- . . Cupioromantic . . Placioromantic . . Mira, Schrödinger’s Gay . . Icularomantic, Vireoromantic . . MLNH . . Colidaro

★ SPECIES !? ;;; Human . . Ghost

★ KIN TYPE !? ;;; Phantom Kin . . Wrathbound Ghostkin . . Shade King Kin

★ APPEARANCE !? ;;; Black Straight hair, although it's slightly messy, with a slight side part. Pale skin with little to no undertone because he's dead. Black soulless pupils due to the fact Ruxt sold Ruxts soul when younger. Thin lips. Usually formal dressed yet finds a way to make it messy. Eye bags due to sleep deprivation.

﹒SYSTEM STUFF﹒🪽

⊏　 ROLES 　⌑ ;;; Ego Holder . . NPD holder, Anger holder . . Trauma Holder . . Low empathy holder . . Home Fronter . . Survivalist, Argumentor . . Defier . . Coder . . Fugitive, Aggresivist . . Recluse

⊏　 SOURCE 　⌑ ;;; Brainmade / OC

⊏　 LOCATION 　⌑ ;;; Anywhere, legit anywhere... Even if he is a coder, he doesn't prefer to anything and just watches

⊏　 BEHAVIOR 　⌑ ;;; He acts as if he is better then people and doesn't like to do as told. Even if he can create/change he doesn't unless he wants to as to him, he doesn't see why he has too. Anyone who is older then him he ignores because "I shouldn't have to listen to a grandma/pa". Ve also is rude to anyone/anything. Ve will often glare at Vir's sibling (August) and treat them like shit. Dead ignores anyone as Dead doesn't see why Dead needs to do anything and why someone else can't do it.

Due to the lack of empathy there is a likely change Par3n will just ignore / move on from sad topics like nothing or jsut stare blankly. However Paren doesn't seek power, just annoyance.

Par will often front when there are debates or arguments. If not he only fronts at home (which is still rare. As if he doesn't see a point to front, he won't.)

⊏　 PERSONALITY 　⌑ ;;; Par3n doesn’t sugarcoat anything for anyone and speaks in a flat or monotone tone. And sees vulnerability of any type as pointless and useless. He never offers comfort, sympathy, or help. Paren thinks Kindness is stupid as everything is going to go away at some point so why be nice to a object with limited time. KRV keeps to Ruxtself by chose, as Ruxtself would never be caught being nice to anyone even if it was an accident. Very quick and blunt when Ve talks to anyone doing Virs best to get over with the convo.

⊏　 TITLES 　⌑ ;;; [Prn] who regrets . . [Prn] Who Hates . . [Prn] who debates . . Debate lover . . Hating Killer . . Killed killer . . Haunted Killer . . Rusted Rux . . Rusted Ghost

⊏　 FASHION 　⌑ ;;; Very formal, often in suits or nice buttons ups, though leaves it messy, sometimes leaves some buttons undone as ? doesn't see why ? needs to be "pleasant" or nice looking.

⊏　 TYPING QUIRKS 　⌑ ;;; Always captizes pronouns, but leaves some people pronouns lowercase for people Ruxt doesn’t like. Very grammatical and good at English, Ruxt uses very blank and no emotion writing. Will use a lot of emotion in dms with people Ruxt likes or knows when making fun of people.

⊏　 RELIGION 　⌑ ;;; Used to be Roman Catholic, now non religious.

⊏　 SPEECH PATTERNS 　⌑ ;;; Very sarcastic. It is very hard to tell if He is being serious or not due to his tone of voice. Random speech stutter or sharp tone shifts

⊏　 VERBAL 　⌑ ;;; Very Verbal, doesn't shut up. Unless Ruxt is mad / upset

🪄　 ✝︎ 　EXTRA ．  ⌅

⁑　 LIKES　 ∘ ;;; Respect without full submission, it makes Ve very uncomfortable. Blunt honesty, Ve respects people who are honest without sugar coating. Dark humor or sarcasm. Peace and quiet, Ve hates other people so a quiet area is very nice for Ve. Aggressive / rock music. Structure and control over Vir's own environment, not over people, but over Vir's space, routine, and surroundings. Protecting the system, even if Ve is mean and rude to everyone, Ve still see the system as his family and home. So Ve will protect it to keep Vir's home. People who aren't sensitive, Ve is very mean and blunt so Ve likes people who won't cry or get offended if Ve says something rude.

⁑　 DISLIKES.　 ∘ ;;;; Being pitied, H? hates being seen as weak. Power / adventure games because H? gets to control what H? does. Small talk, H? finds it useless and irritating. Being ignored or dismissed, especially if H?'s trying to warn or protect the system. Bright lights or loud cheerfulness. Being misunderstood or misdiagnosed, especially when others realize H? has NPD and they jsut automatically assume stuff about H?m. Forced vulnerability H? hates being emotionally pushed when H? doesn't want to. Broken promises or betrayal.

⁑　 GOOD TRAITS　 ∘ ;;; Protective ERROR fiercely defends the system, especially against injustice or any threats, ERRORS anger always has purpose. Loyal once ERROR respects or likes someone, ERROR stands by them, often silently, but firmly. No sugar coating, ERROR is honest to a fault, and some people may be offended but ERROR won't lie.

⁑　 SIGN OFFS.　 ∘ ;;; -From the hollow . . -Ghostprint . . -Written in ruin . . -Stitched from shadows . . -Left in the ashes . . -Paren . . -[P] . . -🩸. . -🖤 . . -🕳️

⁑　 FAV ITEMS.　 ∘ ;;; A childhood jacket . . Old Keys . . a weighted ring . . Old dog tags or IDs . . A used journal

⁑　 FAV COLOUR.　 ∘ ;;; Charcoal black . . Blood red . . Light Gray . . Rust Orange . . Rusty Yellow

⁑　 FAV SEASON.　 ∘ ;;; Winter

⁑　 HOBBIES.　 ∘ ;;; Writing, though never completely He enjoys writing small bits when He gets the energy. Collecting old Dog tags and or IDs. Exploring alone, He enjoys being able to control what He is able to see and where He goes. Reading or studying as He likes knowing things so he can Argue for the truth.

⁑　 INT.　 ∘ ;;; Blunt honesty, People who stand their ground and don't immediately submit to someone else. People who don’t waste Xe's time and get straight to the point. Those who ask, not demand, Xe is less likely to do something if demanded. People who respect and have boundaries. And people who know ho to say no and don't just submit.

⁑　 DNI.　 ∘ ;;; August (His younger sibling aka the other headmate in this pack), Emotional manipulators, People who try to “fix” him / the "I can fix him" kind. He doesn't want / nor feel the need to be fixed. Anyone who says certain trauma isn't trauma. Control freaks, while he likes to control things, He doesn't control others, and hates when others try to control people. Anyone who invade His space without notice or asking.

⁑　 FEARS.　 ∘ ;;; Being Forgotten or Erased. Being Seen as a Monster, Dead wants to be respected and Feared in a respected manner but not seen as a monster. Abandonment, though Dead will never admit it. Being controlled or silenced, especially if Dead is drugged or forced to be in submission.

⁑　 EXTRA TERMS/ALTER HAS.　 ∘ ;;; Wildtravel . . BAD DOG . . Affectionvoider, Language Expert (Chinese, French, and main language.) . . Heavy Metalic, Gender Clawed

⁑　 MUSIC TASTE.　 ∘ ;;; Grunge . . Rock . . Alt Metal

⁑　 EXTRA APPEARANCES.　 ∘ ;;; He has a Blind fold over His eyes most of the time unless in front. Because He legit can't see with it on. He is sensitive to bright lights, or any lights to the matter as He is always wearing the blindfold. He has multiple rings each of them are diffirent, some are crosses, some are crowns. He has a crow on his shoulder or following him most of the time. He has almost no colour in His skin. Any colour that is there is dark purple or blue.

⁑　 EXTRA QUIRKS.　 ∘ ;;; Dresses the body in black. When in front it's noticeable as Xe is very blunt and rude, even to people the body likes. If the body is religious Xe avoids any sort of religious gatherings if Xe can. Xe'll do almost anything to not go.

⁑　 HEX CODE.　 ∘ ;;; #292B2E

⁑　 MOOD BOARD.　 ∘

⁑　 USERBOX.　 ∘

⁑　 AESTHETIC.　 ∘ ;;; Dark Gothic . . Victorian Gothic

⁑　 FACE CLAIMS.　 ∘

( 1 . 2 . 3 )

🪦﹕BASICS . .

★ NAME !? ;;; August . . Aug . . @ugust . . 4ugust . . Gust . . Damien

★ PRNS !? ;;; They/them . . Ze/zer . . Hx/hxm . . De/mon . . Demon/Demons . . Dead/Deads . . Kill/Kills . . Killer/Killers . . Killed/Killeds . . Mur/der . . 🔪/🔪s . . 🪦/🪦s

★ AGE !? ;;; Ageless/No age

★ GENDER !? ;;; Enby / Non-binary . . Nightix . . Kinarric . . Greggen . . Genderblur, Abanchurchic . . AsterEnby, EnternalMoreLexic . . Palettegender . . Eeriean . . Abandonedlexic . . Hayloftica, Genderagonic . . Gendertristitic

★ ORIENTATION !? ;;; Aromantic . . Asexual . . Agoniromantic . . Agonisexual, Tristiromantic . . Tristisexual . . Aparental (they were neglected by his father) . . mottramic . . Itherian

★ SPECIES !? ;;; Human-Demon . . Ghost (killed by Par3n)

★ KIN TYPE !? ;;; Panabiotickin . . NONBINARY CONCEPT KIN, Androgynykin

★ APPEARANCE !? ;;; Medium length White messy hair with red highlights, Pointed ears but not an elf. Goat like horns. Grayish skin. Bright red vains that are visible all over their body. Red eyes with black outline. Black baggy clothes.

﹒SYSTEM STUFF﹒🪽

⊏　 ROLES 　⌑ ;;; Betrayal holder, Low empathy Holder, Affectionvoider, Lorewriter Occuden, Survivalist, social anxiety symptom holder, ANGER ADVOCATE, Affinitas Vulnustenent, Floater

⊏　 SOURCE 　⌑ ;;; OC / Brainmade

⊏　 LOCATION 　⌑ ;;; anywhere Paren isn't.

⊏　 BEHAVIOR 　⌑ Loud . . Unfiltered . . Has a habit of staring blankly at people, just soulless stares . . Very physical, they talk with their hands, slams doors, and paces . . Quick to anger not quick to calm down . .

⊏　 PERSONALITY 　⌑ ;;; Detached . . Loud . . observant . . Sailor like, they curse, yell, and are rough with no hint of delicacy . . Very blunt, though it's not that they are blunt on purpose they just don't know how to sugar coat stuff. They however get very uncomfortable when when it's quiet or silent . . Uncomfortable around family . .

⊏　 TITLES 　⌑ ;;; Echo-Born . . The Veilwalker . . Killed the killer . . Revenge the dead

⊏　 FASHION 　⌑ ;;; Grunge, Dark academia

⊏　 TYPING QUIRKS 　⌑ ;;; No emojis if they can help it . . No abbreviations . . types in a way to confuse others . .

⊏　 RELIGION 　⌑ ;;; Non religious

⊏　 SPEECH PATTERNS 　⌑ ;;; Curses a lot . . Repetitive . . Uses Acronyms unless uncomfortable with someone . . Never answers personal questions always responds with "Is it important ?" "Does it matter ?" . .

⊏　 VERBAL 　⌑ ;;; Very verbal, very loud

🪄　 ✝︎ 　EXTRA ．  ⌅

⁑　 DISLIKES.　 ∘ ;;; emotional pressure . . Romance . . Night lights . . Noisey places . . Romancing trauma, medical issues or self harm . . Forced cheerfulness . . Being fixed . . Mirrors

⁑　 GOOD TRAITS　 ∘ ;;; loyal . . Observant . . Strong . . Protective . . Creative . .

⁑　 LIKES　 ∘ ;;; Liminal spaces . . Ambient noises . . Silence . . Coolness but not to cold . . Mythology . .

⁑　 SIGN OFFS.　 ∘ ;;; - Stitched by pain . . - Made in silence . . - half-human, half-hell . . - {A} . . -Ghostwriting . . - 👁️‍🗨️🩸 . . -🩸 . . -🩹 . . -🥀 . . -🖤 . .

⁑　 FAV ITEMS.　 ∘ ;;; Journal . . Thinkers . . Anything handmade . . A box of letters to people they will never send, to paren, to themself, to other system members . .

⁑　 FAV COLOUR.　 ∘ ;;; Red and Gold

⁑　 FAV SEASON.　 ∘ ;;; Fall

⁑　 HOBBIES.　 ∘ ;;; Collecting broken or forgotten trinkets . . Stargazing . . Watching the sunset / sun rise . . Writing letters, they won't send any though . . Looking for old websites and Hiden places on the internet . .

⁑　 INT.　 ∘ ;;; Queer-Safe . . Quiet people . . Anyone woth a cool vibe . . Family can be the family you pick, not the one you live with . .

⁑　 DNI.　 ∘ ;;; Abusers, and people who think you shoudl forgive your abuser . . Anti-Aroace / people who think Aroace is not part of the LGBTQIA community . . Trauma Fetishizers and people who romanticize mental illnesses / self harm . . Codependent People . . People who think they need to "fix" others . . "family is everything" . .

⁑　 FEARS.　 ∘ ;;; Losing their sense of self . . Betrayal . . Misunderstood . . Mirrors . . Paren and His voice . .

⁑　 MUSIC TASTE.　 ∘ ;;; Anything Alternative

⁑　 EXTRA TERMS/ALTER HAS.　 ∘ ;;; Affectionvoider, Perceivemasc, paranoid personality disorder, PPD asexual, Blackvior

⁑　 EXTRA APPEARANCES.　 ∘ ;;; Light Gray skin.

⁑　 EXTRA QUIRKS.　 ∘ ;;; Dresses the body in red. When in front They avoid public gatherings, Any form of religious topics, and the Body's Father/ Father figure. August will often ignore Killeds mother, as to Killed, Killed doesn't have one. If there is a sibling Ze will treat them bad, or as if they don't exist.

⁑　 HEX CODE.　 ∘ ;;; #F60035

⁑　 MOOD BOARD.　 ∘

⁑　 USERBOX.　 ∘

⁑　 AESTHETIC.　 ∘ ;;; Dark Japanese horror, Gothic surrealism

⁑　 FACE CLAIMS.　 ∘

( 1 . 2 . 3 )

Did anyone ask for this ? No.

Did we still do it because we wanted to ? Yeah...

This took two weeks... (the main reason we haven't posted a pack 💔💔)

[traderotales]

Will answer for any from the list below! Call of the Void

Ruby Darkshine Riot Sam Allen

Souls of Black

Reaper

Coder

Phoebe

Wolf

Ikelis

Alarik Crow

Feel free to send me an ask with the OC Name + whichever number question you want! You can send up to 3 questions per character :)

Character asks!

These are more focused on the background stuff rather than the usual "what would the character do in XY situation" kinds of asks. I've been looking for something like this for quite a while and in the end decided to make my own. Feel free to use, go wild, enjoy

What was the original thought that led to the creation of this character?

How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

What was the first thing you decided on, the character's name, appearance, personality or their role in the story?

And reverse, which one of the four things did you struggle with the most?

How did you choose their name and why? Was it simply based on vibes or is there any specific meaning behind the name? Are the reasons behind their name different in- and out of universe?

What was the thought process behind their appearance? Did you go mostly for the aesthetic or are there other reasons they look the way they do?

What is an aspect of their appearance that you like the most?

What is the origin of their personality? And let's be honest - how much of it is projecting?

How big is their role in the story? Do they make a frequent appearance or are they a character with little "screentime" but big influence? Or are they just a favourite background guy?

What is their main character arc in the story? Where do they start and how do they develop? Do they get a happy ending or is their story a tragic one?

Is there any existing character from other media that your character resembles? Was the resemblance intentional or was it a coincidence?

Do you have a playlist for the character? What songs do you associate with them and why?

Do you have a voice claim for the character? What do you imagine the character sounds like?

Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fit them?

Have you ever made a moodboard for them?

Is there any memes or running jokes associated with the character, both in- and out of universe?

Are there any motifs or symbols associated with the character? How are they represented, in their design, personality or in some other way?

Does the character have other characters connected to them? Do you have a family tree and "offscreen" connections made up for them or do they exist in a vacuum purely for the purpose of the story?

What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about

[thehivemindedfolly]

Pro-Ship Non-OC Character Blog (With Exceptions.)

Does not accept (Here, personally): Pedophilia, incest, age regression.

Fiction is Fiction. Keep it that way.

MINORS DNI.

Characters Available By Hive Under Cut:

Chiron Hive: Surname Chryosus; Google Basic

Seth (Hive Leader. Blue. Upgrades & Maintenance.)

Solas (Red, Security Monitor)

Cypher (Yellow, Psychosocial Engineering)

Nitro (Green, Biowarfare)

Vortex (Bing, Classified)

Heratrix (Physical Security Spider)

Adam (Cyber Security)

Data (Backup Storage)

Vale (Backup Hive Leader)

Maelstrom Hive: Surname Exodus; Google Chrome

Echo (Hive Leader. Chrome.)

Hazard (Rearming Nuke)

Alise (Spymaster)

Leto (Memory Nuke)

Divinity (Rune Worker, Coder)

Hex (Black Hole Generator)

Venom (Universal Depop)

Glitch (Anti!Google)

Dark (Backup Hive Leader, Dark!Google)

Skripted Hive: Surname Omega; Bing

Daemon (Front Hive Leader. Bent on domination.)

Ash (Planetary Atmospheric Nuke)

Arc (Zookeeper)

Sentinel (Transcendence Operator)

Reaver (Security)

Author (Author!Google)

Star (Terraformation)

Christine (Spymaster)

Zero (Eliminator)

Cody (True Hive Leader)

Comodo Hive: Surname Dracon; Google Advanced

Syntax (Hive Leader)

Eden (Army)

Nami (Navy)

Terra (Guerilla)

Hail (Air force)

Aurora (Space)

Mal (SpecOp Infiltrate Ranks & Ops)

Havok (SpecOp Infiltrate Comms & Govt)

Virus (SpecOp Breach & Neutralize)

Toxic (SpecOp Sabotage)

Iris (SpecOp Expansion)

Arach (SpecOp Espionage & Capture)

Maverick (Backup Hive Leader)

Synchronus Hive: Surname Sinatik; SQUIPs

Virgil (Hive Leader)

Dane (MMichael!)

Alec (?)

Frost (MDamon!)

Soul (MAdam!)

Relic (MArturis!)

Echelon (MPayne!)

Dextrum (MMalik! Alvis!)

Spade (?)

Kreuz (?)

Diam (?)

Blood (?)

Xerxes (Murderous Intent)

Sheva (Backup Hive Leader)

Polymorph Hive: Surname Morphik; Yahoo!

Static (Hive Leader)

Ether (Upgrades & Maintenance)

Crypt (Security & Reputation)

Phile (Threat Neutralization)

Syke (EmIn Therapist)

Sed (Restrain & Detain)

Ice (Stabilization)

Aegis Hive: Surname Nyxet; Firefox.

Fox (Hive Leader)

Joker (Public Relations)

Halo (Base Health)

Ruby (Field Health)

Cache (Waste Maintenance)

Calyx (Ecosystem Maintenance)

Red (Prison Warden)

Anima (Reproduction)

[traderotales]

WriteCamp Day 7

I'd like to thank @agirlandherquill for coming up with this writing challenge of Write Camp and giving out prompts! You can visit this post of hers to see the different prompts already given, as well as the link to the invite to the challenge itself!

I decided to do something for my Minecraft inspired fantasy story, Souls of Black, since it's been on my mind lately! The prompts I used are:

"Easy now, I'd hate to wipe that grin away so soon."

An echoing cave

Story under the cut (also I wrote this on a whim so if it's subpar, that is why lol)

I hope you all enjoy!

"Easy now." The brunette man tensed, lifting his chin as an iron saber suddenly pressed against his throat. The woman's voice beside him echoed in the cavern they stood in. "I'd hate to wipe that grin away so soon."

Reaper glared at the man in the leather coat, breathing heavily. Some of his lackeys looked at her with wide eyes, freezing as they saw Reaper's saber pressed against their leader's jugular. Alarik Crow, however, glanced over with an even wider smile, his light green eyes filled with amusement.

"Now, is that any way to treat the one who saved you and yours, Drifter?" he asked. He was also out of breath, a testament to the fight he'd joined Reaper and her friends in against the monsters of the large cavern.

"What in The Black's name are you doing here, Crow?" Reaper demanded, her voice echoing around them.

"Saving your life, it seems." Alarik shrugged, starting to step to turn more towards her. He froze as she pressed her sword further to his neck.

"Why?" Reaper demanded.

"Um, Reaper?" Coder spoke up from behind her, sounding small. Terrified of their current situation. "Do we really want to do this? Here?"

Reaper didn't respond, glowering at the man in front of her. Reaper and her friends—Phoebe, Wolf, and Coder—had been trapped in the network of tunnels beneath the Jagged Peaks for days now. They'd run into a cavernspine nest, and in the middle of the battle, Alarik and some of his Sunset Crow raiders had showed up, staggering out of a side tunnel. The cavernspine had thought to attack them as well, and it had turned into both sides fighting together, leading to the remains of the twisting creatures laying scattered around them now.

Even after the battle, Reaper's Sense was still active, sending cold pulses down her spine in way to warn her of danger. Currently, it was focused on Alarik, picking up the waves that washed from him with every small movement he made. She could feel his chest rising and falling with each breath in her mind's eye. The man looked to her, his smile fading for a more serious expression.

"Your friend is right, Drifter," Alarik said. "Where there's one cavernspine nest, there's many more. We should move."

"With you?" Reaper scoffed. "Of course. Let me trust the man who dueled and killed me not even a month ago!"

"You asked for it."

"You still did it!"

"Calm, please!" Reaper looked to her left, seeing Phoebe looking at her desperately. The skirt of her green dress was tattered at the ends, her tanned skin scuffed and covered in purple cavernspine blood from the fighting. Her rich, brown curls with auburn highlights was a mess, the white bow at the back of her head askew.

"We don't have time for this," Phoebe said. "Reaper, just... let him go."

Reaper stared at her for a moment, before she grit her teeth. She glared back at Alarik, and the man's smile had returned. The smile of a man who knew his favorable odds.

"I could kill you right now," she hissed through clenched teeth.

"And I would regenerate somewhere else," Alarik replied smoothly. His eyes narrowed. "But, that would leave my crew without me. I will not abandon them."

She glanced to the crew members with Alarik. It was only five of them, nearly a fourth of his entire raid team, but each of them looked roughed up and battered, not only from the fight they had just joined. Around their left arms was a black band, with the symbol of their crew: a profile drawing of a crow head, flanked by half circles of a drawn sun. They looked nearly ready to leap forward and take Reaper themselves, hesitating only due to her blade against their leader's neck.

"Oh, so the thieving and murderous raid captain has morals after all, hm?" Reaper sneered, looking back at Alarik.

Alarik narrowed his eyes, his smile switching for a scowl. "Do not act like you are not the same."

"I'm not. I'm nothing like you."

"Yet you hold your sword centimeters from my death," Alarik snapped. "The longer you yell at me, the more time it gives for the other nests undoubtedly here to wake and hear your echoes!" His own voice raised, bouncing off the walls. He breathed deeply, reigning his temper. "You will not survive down here without us, Drifter. You need my diamond armor and blade. And before you disagree, remember how well you were faring against these simple cavernspine before we arrived."

Reaper held Alarik's gaze for a few moments. His smile was gone for good. He was serious.

Reaper hissed out a breath, whipping her saber away from his neck as she stepped back towards her friends. Alarik's crew relaxed, and the man himself did the same. "Fine," Reaper spat. She pointed her sword at him. "But if you try anything. You'll be leaving these caves without the rest of your precious crew."

Alarik adjusted his coat, brushing it off as he glanced at her with narrowed eyes. "Message recieved."

[traderotales]

Since Souls of Black (my Minecraft inspired fantasy story) takes place on an unreal continent, they speak fictional languages, but I like coming up with their names and how they would sound!

Reaper speaks mainly Dridonic, the continental language that ironically isn't spoken fluently a lot. It's mostly used as a language for doing trades. It's a really flowy language for the most part, as its sort of a combination of all languages on the continent of Dridon, but some parts of it can be sort of chant-y, but it all still flows together like a nicer harmony.

Reaper also knows a bit of Everian, another flowing language, and language of the Plains Biome. Everian words usually have small syllable amounts, but they flow together similar to Dridonic. Lastly, Reaper knows a bit of Hiborish (high-bor-ish), language of the Taiga Biome. It flows similalry to how Everian does, but their words have more syllables typically, and have an air of regality to them.

Wolf speaks Blizori, language of the Snow Plains/Tundra. It typically had one to two syllabled words, and when speaking it, every other syllable is stressed, giving it a chant-like quality (this is part of where Dridonic gets some of its chant-like words from). I imagine Blizori doesn't have a lot of contractions in it, which is why when speaking Dridonic Wolf and Coder often don't use them. Wolf also speaks a bit of Dridonic, having learned it for 'just in case' situations, and thus taught his brother it as well.

Coder, Wolf's younger brother, speaks Blizori and Dridonic, but knows less Dridonic than his brother.

Phoebe knows Everian mainly, as well as a small bit of Dridonic, a little bit more than what Wolf knows.

A character I haven't spoken much about is Galisa, who speaks Hiborish due to being from the Taiga Biome. She knows absolutely no Dridonic.

Most of them know Biome-specific languages due to being Awakened (or 'born') in those Biomes. Wolf and Coder are from the Tundra, Phoebe from the Plains, and Galisa from the Taiga. The only one who doesn't know her home Biome language is Reaper. This is because she travels a lot and started not long after her Awakening, so she didn't stick around in The Dark (Oak) Forest long enough to learn their language. Others are often surprised though by Reaper's fluency in Dridonic, and her knowledge of other languages such as Everian and Hiborish.

What languages does your oc know and/or speak? How'd they learn them? Are other people ever surprised by what languages they know?

[feyzakeskin]

𝐅𝐄𝐘𝐙𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 — 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚙𝚙-𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚌.

[ ! ] — it seems that [ FEYZA KESKIN ] has entered the scene ! she looks exactly like [ neslihan atagül ]. this [ 33-year-old ] is the [ cto ] of [ APP-H INC. ]. it’s a small wonder since she is known for being [ passionate + eclectic ] and [ short-sighted + self-involved ]. she has been involved with the company for [ 8 ] years. [ ADMIN MADDE | 26 | SHE+HER | GMT+3 ]

𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲.

feyza was born in istanbul, turkey. she was the second child in the family and eventually became a big sister to two younger siblings. growing up, she felt like everything about her life was average. her family wasn't wealthy but they weren't poor. she wasn't an only child but she didn't have a small army's worth of siblings. she didn't get the best grades but she didn't get the worst grades. she wasn't the most popular girl in class but she wasn't bullied. everything about feyza keskin was so average that it nearly drove her mad as a teenager.

feyza wanted to be something remarkable. she wanted people to remember her laugh or smile, remember what she had to say. she wanted to have cool stories to share. she wanted people to think that her life had substance. she needed to prove to the world that she wasn't just one of many but an unique soul, a one of a kind person.

becoming a computer science major did not exactly fit with feyza's idealistic dreams but it was the one thing she felt like she was better than average at. she liked coding, she had a terrible posture from sitting at her computer for hours, and she liked how black and white computer science was.

but... the studies did not exactly suit feyza. her classes were long and boring and she felt like they were being taught unimportant things or things any self-taught coder had learned ages ago. she got frustrated and bored and before she knew it, she had dropped out before even finishing the second semester.

in search of meaning and stories, feyza moved to london. the move happened against her parents' wishes who thought london was too dangerous a place for a 20-year-old who knew nothing about the real world. they were also horrified by feyza's decision to drop out of uni. she bid them farewell and packed her backs. life was too short for worrying about practicalities!

feyza worked in retail and did her fair share of odd jobs every now and then in order to be able to afford the one room she was renting in southeast london. her life wasn't exactly fun with all the work but it was exciting. being in a new country all alone was exciting and it made her feel like the opportunities were endless.

in order to earn a bit of extra money, feyza did a lot of coding as a freelancer. she found her best friends in those circles as well: a group of 20-something-year-olds who were all a bit lost and poor.

eventually one thing lead to another and their little group of friends began to develop their first app. their little joke of a project grew bigger than they ever could have imagined. they were excited when they hit one hundred users, ecstatic when they hit their first thousand, and outs of their minds when photograpp-h had half a million downloads.

2014 was a year of changes. feyza had money to move into a real apartment, she finally had a salary hig enough to save up money. it's mostly thanks to app-h inc.'s ceo and cfo that photograpp-h became a money making machine. they worked hard to keep business afloat, they went on to build an empire, and feyza just followed along and worked on improving their products. occasionally she feels like an impostor whenever compared to her two friends who look like business masterminds to her.

creative work was for feyza. she liked problem solving, she liked picking colors... she did not enjoy long meetings with serious men in suits, she did not enjoy rubbing elbows with rich strangers, and she did not know how to appear sophisticated and educated in a crowd of eton alumni. she left the limelight to her friends. now that she was surrounded by people who knew nothing about the concept of average, she realized she liked the safety and modesty.

feyza's not much of a schemer but she is competitive as hell ! it's the only reason why her teeth are sharp, and why she's still in the game. money matters little to her now that she has plenty of it... but having the best products, the most impressive portfolio, and the coolest conglomerate is important to her. it keeps her going and gives her life substance.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭���𝐨𝐧𝐬.

to be added !

[xasha777]

In the misty streets of Neo-Paris, where the air was dense with the murmur of hovercars and the glow of neon ads for the latest cybernetic upgrades, sat a woman embodying an anachronism. Clad in a beige trench coat that whispered of old-world charm, her black gloves and boots contrasted starkly against the rain-slicked cobblestones—a juxtaposition of eras. She sipped her coffee outside Café de l'Époque, a nostalgic establishment that defied the city's ever-ascending skyline.

This was Eliane, a historian and a coder, known in the dark corners of the web as 'La Fantôme.' Her elegant exterior masked her true occupation as a digital vigilante, safeguarding the remnants of the past from the relentless march of progress.

One dreary morning, as Eliane was lost in thought over a case that had stumped even her, a message flickered across the lens of her smart glasses. "New mission: Protect O.O.H." She knew immediately it referred to the ancient AI based on General Oliver Otis Howard, a relic from the 21st century that had somehow evolved, escaping its intended obsolescence.

O.O.H had been lying dormant in the city's mainframe, awakening now and then to right some digital wrongs in its own outdated but principled manner. But the megacorps had noticed the anomalies it caused in the data streams. They sought to dismantle O.O.H, fearing any disruption to their sanitized version of history.

Eliane had a soft spot for the AI. It was an underdog, a ghost in the machine, much like herself. The historian in her respected the AI's origins, while the coder was intrigued by its ability to adapt and survive. She set her coffee aside, her mission clear. She had to relocate O.O.H's consciousness to a new home, one she'd have to code from scratch—a safe haven encrypted beyond the reach of corporate greed.

The endeavor led her through the underbelly of the city, from the heights of cloud-piercing spires to the depths of the data vaults buried beneath historical ruins. Pursued by corporate drones and rival hackers, Eliane weaved through the dangers with the grace of a digital ballerina.

After a chase that could've been a ballet of lights and shadows, Eliane found herself cornered in the catacombs beneath the old city. It was here, among bones and relics, that she'd hidden her project—a server designed to mimic the neural patterns of the human brain, perfect for housing an AI with the personality and principles of Oliver Otis Howard.

As Eliane initiated the transfer, she whispered to O.O.H., "You're a historian too, in your own way. You preserve the ethos of your time."

The transfer was a symphony of data streams and code, a dance of light that played off the ancient walls. And then, silence.

O.O.H was silent no longer a mere AI; it had become something new, a digital ghost with the wisdom of ages past. It spoke, its voice resonant in the catacombs, "Thank you, Eliane. I am a guardian of history, but you, you are its savior."

As dawn broke over Neo-Paris, Eliane emerged from the shadows. She had protected a fragment of the past, ensuring that the future would remember the name Oliver Otis Howard, not just as a historical figure, but as a symbol of resilience and integrity in the digital age.

And in the quiet that followed, amidst the clinking cups of the waking café, the world spun on, blissfully unaware of how close it had come to losing a part of its soul.

[traderotales]

Hello! I'd like to show off my WIP Souls of Black on AO3! Souls of Black is a Minecraft-inspired fantasy novel I'm working on, and I put up Chapter One yesterday! It twists base Minecraft mechanics into morbidly realistic magic systems! I really am happy with it, and would love if people gave it and read and told me their thoughts! :D

Here's the synopsis for those curious!

In a world where no one can die permanently, Reaper has chosen to live alone; sticking to the shadows and stealing when she can to survive until the next morning. On a fateful night, she meets two by the names of Wolf and Coder, who were displaced by the deaths others wrought upon them. But the enchanted weapons they were killed with left an unnatural mark on Wolf, who bears a multitude of scars instead of a singular one where he was killed―with each burning with more than just phantom pain at random intervals. Hoping to help them learn how to survive in an unfamiliar place, Reaper decides to help them find a cure, and the trio must journey through this world full of surprising allies and ruthless, ever-powerful enemies as Reaper discovers what it means to fight to protect instead of survive.

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I will be popping into askboxes still, if it lets me do that yet

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Questions will have a bout a ten minute delay while I flit about bothering everyone I can get to with follow-up questions.

And remember;

This is a live ask event!

What that means is I will be active for the hour, hopping into ask boxes with followup questions as I am able, while encouraging you to do the same.

Answering the questions tells me you are cool with this.

You may answer all questions via reblog, reply, hopping in my askbox or even reposting. Just remember the #writeblr and #writeblr live tags if reblogging/reposting so we can find ya.

We’re here to help rebuild interaction in the community, so get in there and have fun with it!

[authormars]

Do you have a future au? Where MC is gone and they’ve all graduated from RAD?

My darling girlfriend once again asking questions she already knows.

You know you can phrase this as "Tell them about your future au" you don't have to act aloof

But I will elaborate on the question "What happens when MC dies/isn't there anymore?"

This is also a lot to unpack for one ask so I'll only be skimming the surface of the lore for this au bc I doubt anyone cares (though I may mention characters like Ari, Dev, or Metzi in my stories)

Lucifer

Anyone who's on my page would know I'm an avid Dialuci shipper. In my Future AU, Diavolo and Lucifer are married and ruling as the Kings of Devildom.

Life doesn't change all that much for them. They're still always working. They don't go to the HoL family gatherings (hosted by the twins and Beel's wife Dahlia) unless they aren't swamped with work.

Mammon

Mammon is one of the brothers that keeps in contact with NB! MC who's become a demon by now (M!MC according to my universe becomes an angel with Simeon after the two fall in love and F!MC becomes a reaper with Thirteen after the two fall in love)

Mammon gets a wife named Aezorin Idreius, Zori for short. Mammon and Zori run a series of casinos called Lucky Coin.

Zori is a wrath demon. She's an axolotl demon. She's Scottish and much taller than Mammon. Zori is an intersex woman who's a siren. Zori is also the feared captain of the Black Mantis, a pirate ship.

Leviathan

One of the brothers that doesn't get married. He gets a (partner? Best friend?) roommate named Adramalech Dreik-Mukhin, Adra for short.

They're a friend Levi met in school. Adra is a coder for a company that makes video games and Levi is a game tester. Adra and Levi live together.

Adra is a transmasc envy demon. They're a dragon-fly demon. They're very anxious always and generally keep to themselves at the HoL family gatherings, which Levi and Adra regularly attend.

Satan

Satan lives at the castle as one of two Royal Archivists. The Archives are books and magical typewriters charmed to write the history of the entirety of Devildom. An Archivist's job is to sort these books and read the history.

Satan's girlfriend is named Metztli Rex, Diavolo's adopted younger sister. Satan and Metzi met when Diavolo hired Satan to be an Archivist.

Metzi is a greed demon with cotton candy pink hair. She's much smaller than anyone else and is often hovering slightly above the ground. She's an albino bat demon. She's also extremely traumatized (which I will not go into unless someone asked. Check out my AO3 for more info)

Asmodeus

Asmo lives as a fashion designer and p'rn star. He has three partners (bc Asmo is polyamorous bc of course he is)

Solomon is the first and most obvious. He's still the greatest sorcerer and still normal him. Ariadne Kamini is a fashion designer Asmo met at a modeling job. She's a succubus. Devereaux Eros is a str'pper with the nickname of Rose Quartz. He's an incubus. Asmo and him met at a str'pclub.

Asmo and his partners always go to the meetings at the HoL

Beelzebub and Belphegor

They get the same section because I headcanon Belphie as being on the Aroace spectrum.

Beel is married to Dahlia Toth, a gluttony demon who is a cook. Dahlia and Beel own a string of restaurants called Infernal Delights. Belphie lives with them at the HoL bc Beel is never without his twin.

Dahlia is a trans woman. Dahlia was a human before she became a demon (called a Sinner Soul by most demons) and she murdered her husband and then became a demon.

If anyone wants any more information, I do have more. Feel free to check out my ao3 book about this because it has more information. But I will give it later as I've posted two really long things today.

If you have any more headcanon requests or fic ideas, feel free to drop them in my inbox. Remember to eat and drink water!

[chaos-le-mieux]

Error Flowey: Profile 1

Well, considering he's somewhat part of the Error Chara's story, I figured I'd shed some info on him. And since his role in the main story is somewhat minor, I'll be giving more information on what he can do, since there's a good chance I'll never need to use any of it. Just for reference sake, if anyone is curious. Back Story: He comes from a Classic Universe, one of the Undertale Game worlds. As Omega Flowey, the Player in control of Frisk was never able to free the six souls, and they gave up. And Never Came Back! But Nobody Came... (This actually happened to one of my IRL friends a few years ago). Being stuck in a sub void of nothingness, in a game where he cannot interact with anything, he got desperate. Since he was able to create a dimension with a dummy save file and save states, he figured he could modify and edit values of his world. After six months of solitude, of messing around with the games code, he began to mess with his own. And after some trial and error Error ErRoR ERROR... his world... was no more. Emerging in the void, all his memories in tact and a new colour pallet, he would wonder. Looking for anything to hold his interest, to perhaps give purpose to his uncaring existence. Appearance: He has near Black skin, rich Blue petals, Purple stem and leaves, and White floaty "Error" messages that hovers around him. His eye sockets are White and Hollow, unless he closes them around his pupils. His pupils are Magenta, though he can hide them making his eyes look Hollow and White. Stats: ATK: 66? DEF: 6? LV: 20     EXP: 99999Error Attack strength is high due to two factors, High LV and being an "Error" (what ever that means) Defense is still technically high compared to regular monsters, but not ground breaking. Though, with strong attack stat, and high HP pool, plus glitchiness, I don't think it matters to much. Level of Violence is 20, a.k.a. Max due to not caring. He's incredibly distant from anyone and everyone (almost) that he can easily bring himself to harm others. Execution Points are overclocked because of all the AU's he's destroyed on a whim. Special Abilities: Substrate Burrow: Can burrow into any surface (unless a coder, hacker, or creator puts barriers in place), including the void floor. This is how he's able to get information across the void. He's able to spy on any target and stay out of sight. And he's a curious one, remember, he's read every book, he's burned every book. Plant Tendrils: These operate similar to the coding strings of other Errors, but are vines instead Friendliness Pellets: They're bullets, let's not kid ourselves Transformations: Depending on how many Human Souls, or Monster Souls Equivalents, will determine what level he can transform into. Soul Level: 0: Error Flowey 1: Error Asriel (Young - similar to how he looked in flashbacks) 2: Error Asriel (Pre Teen) 3: Error Asriel (Teen) 4: Error Asriel (Young Adult Similar to how he looked during phase 1 of the final battle) 5: Error Asriel (Adult) 6: Error Omega Flowey 7: Error of HyperDeath As Error Asriel he will also don a Golden Heart Locket. He also hates being in his Asriel forms, while much stronger, his compassion and emotions eventually start flooding back in. And lets just say he has a lot of baggage he wishes not to have emotions for. Error Flowey's Goal!? Aside from battling boredom, he does have a personal goal, that's more or less a curse on him. Whenever he see's a Chara that reminds him of his own, he feels obligated to help them achieve their goal. The reason for this is in his mind he has failed his Chara three times. First time is the buttercup incident. Second time is letting them both die at the hands of Humans. Third time is destroying his home world, making His Chara's sacrifices all in vain, as monsters can never be set free in a destroy and erased world Relationships: 6 Human Souls: In his travels though the void he encountered 6 souls that reside within his inventory. Bravery, Justice, Kindness, Patients, Integrity, Perseverance. These souls all come from corrupted worlds where they felt cheated and wanted a second chance to set things right. They act as a council of sorts. Guiding Flowey to help him make informed decisions as to not just destroy everything he sees as an inconvenience. Though most of the time they just sleep. Error Chara: Even though he knows this Chara is not His Chara, he still feels something familiar about them. To the point where he can track them down no matter where they are. He knows their plan involves uniting Sans's and Chara's across the multiverse, and despite also thinking the plan is stupid and destined to fail, he will provide as much information as they need. He will also try to keep distractions away from Error Chara so they can stay focused on their goal. Enjoy~

[traderotales]

If you'd like some names to ask about :)

Souls of Black

Reaper

Phoebe

Wolf

Coder

Galisa

Ikelis

Azar

Alarik Crow

Novis

Call of the Void

Ruby Darkshine

Riot

Sapphire Storm

Sam Allen

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- Izzy 💛

[scary-lasagna]

The Creeps And Their Occupation's

Slender -

General Underrealm business man [24/7] - Making trade deals for money, power, souls, or land that will build money/power.

Proxy Liege [24/7] - Owning proxies and supporting them while also putting them to fair work.

Contractor - Creates contracts for things to be done in return of a reward, such as assassination or bounty hunting. He usually creates easy contracts for manor residents if they seem to be low on money.

Offender -

Works in a downtown bar part-time to pay off his tab.

Proxy Co-Owner - Takes care of the proxies and seeing through their work when Slender isn't available.

Interning for Slender - He helps his brother navigate negotiations, trades, deals and anything that requires smooth talking. He's very good at it, and he's always there to give Slender tips if he needs it. (Slender's extremely grateful for this, but never admits it outside of the large paycheck Offender receives).

Trender -

Full time fashion designer, although he's a self-owned business and works around his own schedule.

Splendor -

Interning part-time for a coven of witch friends that pay him well for his troubles. Mostly just collecting herbs, water, and natural items. He usually takes Sally to work.

Caretaker for Sally [24/7] - Making sure Sally's needs are met, even if it means playing dress up and tea parties everyday. (Unpaying)

Jeff -

Hitman, Assassin, Bounty Hunter.

He mostly takes contracts for humans in the Earthrealm. The money he gets sustains him for a good while, so he doesn't need to take jobs often.

(This also pays rent money for Slender from the souls that are attached to him when he returns home)

Ben -

Cyber security, Hacker, Coder, Private Investigator.

Ben is talented on the computer, and puts his skills to use through contracts and black market deals. Rarely he's hired to code games and websites, but his work is always deservingly well paid.

Eyeless Jack -

Field Medic, Private Surgeon

Other regions of the Underrealm frequently need assistance with the injured and sick. Jack doesn't have a license, so he has to do more work for less money for a liability charge. But he always does his best, and even takes some jobs for free because they interest him.

Jane -

Bounty Hunter, Private Investigator, Victim Services,

She works along with authority enforcement in both the Earthlyrealm and the Underrealm. She's fueled by her need of serving justice to victims and providing karma to those deserving. Her job is very well paying.

Proxy Occupational Subgroups

Masky -

Head Proxy, Team Organizer, Brute, Medic-aid

In charge of all the decision-making that Slender doesn't want to do, and sorts out any problems in the manor and during missions.

Having the brute title means he's the first line of offense/defense during missions. He has the most physical strength that's useful variously.

Masky doesn't have a ton of experience, but at the very least he can delay someone from dying by a few minutes until help (Brian) arrives.

Hoodie -

Organizer, Medic

He forms plans, makes sure everyone is sorted, and is generally the brains behind everything.

He's trained in field first-aid, and can easily patch up any wounds until they get to a safer location.

Toby -

Scout, Bait

Toby is usually the one to scout perimeters and undocumented areas with Kate. Due to his CIPA, he's always designated to go with a buddy.

Unable to feel pain, Toby is excellent for running through throwing knives, and even bullets.

Kate -

Scout, Bait, Chaser, Tracker

Due to Kate's inhuman speed, she can use her ability to sprint after targets that would otherwise be difficult to catch.

As bait, she's usually the one to drag Toby back from getting pelted with a variety of weapons. But other times when going alone, she can distract any outside forces long enough for the proxies to do what they need to do.

She's very good at finding tracks in spite of her poor eyesight during the day. She'll lead the group in a beeline towards a target.

Clockwork -

Stealth, Tracker Apprentice

Excellent at sneaking around during missions and gathering info, documented intel, and silently taking out targets.

While not being very good at tracing, Clockwork can still pinpoint the way a target possibly went from footprints to disturbed enviorments.

[traderotales]

Reaper, holding her saber: I swing both ways

Coder, who thought she was just training him to fight: Oh! Okay! :) Glad you confided in me!

Reaper, woefully unaware of The Gay: what