#twilight wears her hair long to hide the scars

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no one can comprehend the mlp au fanfiction i am cooking in my head

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pairing: minho x curvyfem!reader (afab)

genre: idol!minho. curvy!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. slight fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ ONLY. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this shit's got some angst in it. reader had an abusive and fat-ph0bic ex in the past, and has trauma from that. reader is self conscious about their legs/weight. smut warnings below cut!!

word count: 5.0k

summary: you had thought that your scars from the past were healed, but evidently, your ex from college was still clouding your mind. thankfully, your boyfriend minho is right there to help you heal from the heartbreak.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe out there, guys!). minho has a thing for reader in skirts/her thick thighs. fingering. minho eats reader out. DIRTY talk. dom!minho. sub!reader. making out. manhandling. praise kink. nipple/breast play. face riding. slight sub-space. excessive hair pulling. breeding kink is alluded to. pet names (babydoll, babygirl, kitten, etc.). degradation kink (minho calls reader a whore/slut). daddy kink. slighttt dollificaition/corruption kink. multiple orgasms.

a/n: started writing this last week after some of my good stay writing friends sortaa gave me the prompt to do a minho x thick reader. I originally planned for this to be just a short drabble but... here we are lmao. 💀 also, I am a thick girl myself, so I really appreciate writing/reading inserts where I can relate to y/n. anyways, enjoy you guys!! 😖

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  The moment Minho opened the door to the studio, and saw you standing there, he completely froze up. And the look on his face, of utter surprise, left you shifting on either of your feet in sudden anxiety. 

 You knew you shouldn’t have come to the company to surprise him during his work day, especially since he and the boys were so busy preparing for their next comeback. 

 And you knew that you shouldn’t have rolled up to the recording studio dressed as you were, in the new outfit that you had bought at the mall the week before. Originally, you had wanted to wear it the next time the two of you went out on a date night together, but with his rapidly growing schedule of duties, you decided that you wouldn’t get such an opportunity for a while. 

 The outfit wasn’t all that scandalous… 

 Sure, the white, lacy tank top was pretty skintight and showed quite a bit of your cleavage, and the pink skirt that was embellished with white satin bows on the sides was quite short. 

 Okay, scratch that, the flowy, baby-pink pleated skirt was really fucking short. 

 Like, borderline porn-star level short. 

 The hemline was cropped so much that it barely covered your ass. 

 But that’s why you wore the long, white lace stockings. To hide some of the expanse of skin that you were exposing. 

 You had never been particularly fond of your legs. Being a curvy girl and all, they had always been rather… chubby for your liking. Sure, your tits were nice and big. But having thick thighs? That would be a hard hell no in your book. 

 Even still, your boyfriend sure did like your legs. He talked about his fondness for them all the time, and showed his love for them in all different ways; whether it was by always seeming to have a hand on your legs, massaging your thighs when you couldn’t fall asleep at night, or giving them lots of sweet kisses while he fucked you deep into the mattress late in the twilight hours of daybreak.

 So that’s why you decided to buy the outfit, to please him. Because even if you didn’t like your legs, you wanted to make Minho happy. And if that meant dressing up like a cute little doll - albeit leather slutty - then you were okay with that.

 There he stood, mouth completely agape, as his eyes roved down the length of you. Going all the way to your cute little white platform heels before shooting back up to your exposed chest. You could see the tips of his ears start to turn red from the sight of you all dressed up for what appeared to be him.

 “Hi, baby.” You mumbled, fingers fiddling with the frilly fabric of your skirt. Your gaze shot down to the floor in embarrassment, as you practically felt his eyes burn two holes into the fabric that barely covered your legs. 

 “Uhm- hi… kitten,” he finally managed to pull himself together, leaning against the doorframe. You caught glimpses of the room behind him. It was bustling with staff and some of his members, as everyone was busy preparing the tracks for their new album. “What are you… doing here so late at night?” 

 Your focus landed on his hand, which was gripping the side of the door. Veins popping from exertion, he was doing his best to hold himself together at that moment. Then you noticed how he tilted to the side a bit, seemingly hiding the sight of you from the rest of everyone who was just behind him in the studio. 

 Shrugging, you offered him a tiny, soft smile. “I don’t know… Just wanted to surprise you, that’s all.” You began, a frown already overtaking your face as the realization dawned on you that you might be a bother to him while he was working. “Sorry, did I come at a bad time? I can-”

 “No- no.” He suddenly blurted out in a frantic voice. Throat bobbing up and down as you watched him physically fight the urge to not lunge right at you. “You’re never a nuisance, baby…” Then he was moving, stepping forward only slightly and reaching out to tuck a few strands of loose hair behind your ear. The feeling of his long digits brushing across your cheek sent shivers down your spine. “It’s just that, I’m super fucking busy right now, and I’d hate for you to sit around here without getting the… proper attention that you deserve.” 

 The 'attention' that he was talking about was not the innocent one. You could tell by the way his eyes sparkled under the faint lights of the studio - brewing with so many tamped wants and desires. You could tell from his jaw, that ticked painfully tight at the mention of you sticking around in such an outfit, for everyone to see. 

 Just then you hauled out the carton of coffees that you had been hiding behind your back, presenting them to your boyfriend with a wide grin plastered on your face. “It’s okay, I understand… I thought you guys could use these while you work. It’ll help bring your spirits up.” Minho stared down at the coffees you had ordered from a nearby coffee shop. 

 For a moment, he just froze there, looking at the Americanos. Then, he was gently taking them from your hands with soft eyes that never failed to make your heart melt. “Thanks, dollface… I’ll be sure to hand these out to the guys.” 

 “Well, I should let you get back to work, I know you have a long night ahead of you…” You started, leaning into him and pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. “I’m gonna hang out at that cafe just down the road for a little bit, then I’ll head home.” 

 As you began to tug away from him, Minho’s free hand shot out and clutched at your hip. Fingers digging into the skin there desperately, he pressed you close to his form. “Please- don’t go to that cafe tonight.” 

 Staring up at him, you rose an eyebrow in question. “Why not?” You asked, noticing the way his eyes widened a little bit in desperation. His lips pressed together in a firm line, cheeks blooming with a slight flush as he gaped down at you. 

 “I- it’s… it’s too late- not safe for you to stay out alone,” he gave your lips a soft kiss before he was tearing away from you again. You could see the furrow in his brows, and how hard he was fighting himself to have control over all of the urges that coursed through his mind just then. “Don’t want anything to happen to you. So go home and wait for me… I shouldn’t be too long at the studio tonight.” 

 You nodded gradually, flashing him an easy smile. “Okay, if you say so… just don’t work too late, okay?” You reached up, carding a few fingers through his shock of crimson-red hair. “I need you to come home with enough energy tonight.” 

 At that, he smirked wickedly, licking his lips with that perfect, pink tongue of his. “And why’s that, princess?” 

 “I think you know why…” 

 Before he could do - or say - anything else, you were dragging away from him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. 

 “I’ll see you later then?” Just then you purposefully dropped your keys on the floor. And as you bent down to retrieve them, you made sure your ass was in clear view of Minho. You rose, flashing him the matching white lacy panties that you had on peeking out just from underneath your skirt. “Bye, baby… love you.” You said as you turned around and offered him another tiny smile. 

 The look of utter desire he had on his face at that moment was unmatched by any other expression he had ever had in the past. His eyes widened for what felt the millionth time that night, but you didn’t let him say anything else, as you were already sauntering away, swinging your hips from side to side alluringly. 

 The night seemed to drag on painfully as you waited at home in your shared apartment for Minho to finish work. And when the sound of his keys at the front door finally rang out throughout the place, you were up in an instant, already in the entryway as he filed through the threshold of your apartment. You had taken off your white stockings soon after arriving home, hating the way the itchiness of the fabric irritated your skin.

 “Welcome home, baby.” You said, giving him a soft smile as he bent down and slipped off his shoes. 

 He stared up at you, gaze turning immediately dark as he once again took in your attire for the night. The shirt had rumpled since you had last seen him at the studio, and the skirt had risen a little bit more up your legs from your lounging on the living room couch. This resulted in you flashing him your white panties.

 You didn’t have any time to think or breathe or even speak, as within the next beat, Minho’s hands were wrapped around your waist, pushing you until your back hit the nearest wall. 

 His face neared your exposed neck, as his lips suckled on your jaw sweetly, teeth biting into your skin hungrily. When he drew back to take a shuttering breath, his mouth was already a little puffy from the violet bruises that he had given you in just the past few seconds. 

 “Fuck- I didn’t know how long I was gonna last at the studio tonight,” he murmured, dipping into you again and running his hot tongue over the length of your clavicle. “Every time I tried to focus on work, I’d lose myself in the thought of you - of you in this slutty little skirt. And fuck- I also came right there in front of everyone as I kept remembering how hot you looked like this.” 

 Minho’s hands were leaving your hips as he spoke the words in a low voice, fingers already finding their way under your skirt. Trailing up, up, up, he finally stopped when his palms came in contact with your asscheeks. 

 “I picked out the outfit just for you… saw it at the mall the other week, and I knew you had to see me in it,” You said, voice cutting off slightly as his nails dug into the flesh of your ass rather harshly. “Thought I’d surprise you at work after the long, hard week that you’ve had.”

 Minho kneaded either of your asscheeks, mouth hovering over yours as he stared down at you with lust taking over his eyes. You moaned into him at the feeling of him working you up so well- getting you so flustered without even doing that much, to begin with. 

 “You gonna be a good girl for me tonight, princess?” He purred seductively, tongue poking out between his two stunning red lips and tracing the line of yours. “Gonna let me fuck you in this pretty little skirt?” He swallowed down the strangled moans that threatened to leak out of you just then. “Gonna let me ruin it for you?” He suckled on your mouth, tongue pressing past your teeth and tasting you irrevocably. “Gonna let me have my way with you tonight, hmm?” 

 You were already a shaking mess beneath him, limbs going all melty and jello-like as he held you in his grasp. So close, yet not nearly close enough. “Y-Yeah, I’ll be your good girl… I wore this to please you, baby. I know how much you like these kinds of- outfits on me.” 

 Then without another word, Minho was moving. Hoisting you up into his arms and walking you across the apartment’s slick wooden floors. In no time at all, he was gently setting you down on the bed, as he took a seat just beside you. 

 “Come here and sit on daddy’s face, kitten.” 

 His command came out all gravelly and stern. He stared at you with beseeching eyes, cocking his head to the side as he watched your face transform. From one that was full of sensual mirth to downright horror. 

 “W-What?” You found yourself stammering out, a flush already creeping up your neck and pooling in your ears and cheeks. 

 Minho shrugged nonchalantly. Like him asking you to practically suffocate him with your thick thighs wasn’t that big of a deal. “You heard me, babydoll- want you to ride my face.” 

 You felt yourself dissolving onto the bed in embarrassment, the fears from years past already starting to creep into the corners of your mind. You thought you had gotten rid of them long ago, but as it turns out, the words your abusive ex had once told you continued to resonate in the back of your psyche for years afterward. 

 “I… I can’t, Min.” You said, shoulders slumping in defeat. The tears began to cloud at the rims of your eyes, as you started to recall all of the horrible things that your college ex had told you. About how you had ‘almost suffocated him’ with your heavy-set body the one time you tried to ride his face. He had constantly shamed you about your curvy physique. And even still, years later, the terrible things he’d tell you during and after sex continued to vibrate low in your soul. 

 There was a deafening silence that came over the entire room, and you saw the way Minho’s face dawned with recognition as he tried to fit the puzzle pieces together. You had told him about your ex before but had never gone too much into the specifics of everything. Especially when it came to sex. No, that shit was too embarrassing to ever bring to light again. 

 “Why… not?” He asked, tone quiet and wavering as he watched you crumble under the pain of remembrance. In the next breath, he was next to you, clasping your hands in his and trying to shake you out of your dazed stupor. “Baby- baby, listen to me. I’d never force you to do anything,” he began, raising your hands to his mouth and pressing kiss after soft kiss to your knuckles. “If you don’t wanna do something, that’s okay, darling. Just please, don’t cry, yeah?” 

 “But I want to do it!” You cried out, the tears blurring your vision and painting him out to be a red-haired splotch in the forefront of your mind. “It’s just- every time I think about it, I get so paralyzed with fear and I… then I suddenly can’t do it.” 

 Minho leaned into you, pushing a few gentle kisses to your lips. “It’s alright, kitten. There’s no rush for anything. You can take as long as you need.” 

 “I want to make you happy, Min.” You wailed, burying your face in the crook of his neck. One of his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him as your shoulders shook with your sobs. 

 “I know baby, I know… but I’m not happy if you’re not happy.” 

 For a few minutes, you were completely silent. Letting the tears and emotions flow out of you like water. And your boyfriend Minho held you the entire time, offering up words of praise and love as his fingers gently stroked through your hair. 

 “It was… my ex, from college,” you finally found the courage to admit after a long bout of silence. Immediately upon mentioning him, Minho’s hand stopped moving in your hair. You felt him go completely still, as he waited for you to finish. “He… he was a real ass and- and he said some horrible things about my weight sometimes.” 

 “What’d he say, baby?” Minho asked, voice sounding strained as he did his best to hold back his anger for you. At your silence, he continued to rake his hands through your hair. “It’s okay, love- you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. All in your own time, yeah?” 

 You took in a deep breath, gulping in air as the memories from years past began to overtake you once again. “He said things like… I’d kill him if I sat on his face. Stuff like that,” you began, the shaking in your limbs beginning to come to a stop as you recalled everything. “And I guess… after a while, I just became so afraid that I never wanted to do something like that ever again.” 

 Minho pulled away from you then, grabbing ahold of either of your shoulders and squeezing there so that you stared up at him through your misty vision. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, baby- I can’t imagine how hard it was for you,” his thumbs gently danced underneath your eyes, wiping away your excess tears. “But I want you to know that I’d never tell you such things - I love you just the way you are, no matter what you look like, I’ll always love and adore you. 

 You nodded slowly, giving him a soft, genuine smile. The first one of the night. “Y-Yeah babe… I know you’d never do such a horrific thing. But like, I just wish I could get over that shit, ya know? Move on from it and all.” 

 “Well… what if I could help you overcome it?” 

 Staring up at him with wide eyes, you bit down hard on your bottom lip in thought, “H-How would you be able to do such a thing?” Your fingers began to fiddle with the short hemline of your skirt. The white satin bows at your sides brushed against your nails, the soft material soothing your racing heart somewhat. “I don’t know if-”

 “You trust me, yeah?” Minho started then, cutting off your nonsensical ramblings that were charged with nervousness. At your nod, he was brushing some of your hair out of your face, offering you a grin that gradually tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Then let me take care of you… let me make it all better, hmm?”

 You gulped over the lump that was forming in your throat. Already, you could feel the wetness surge again between your legs, and you squirmed in his hold. One of your boyfriend’s hands tore away from your waist, traveling up the back of your calf and landing on your exposed knee. 

 He pressed into you, his muscular chest rising and falling against your bosom which was barely covered by your tiny shirt. “Can I take off your panties, darling?” He purred soothingly against the shell of your ear, the sound of his deep, gravelly voice shooting a bout of shivers down the length of your spine. “Can you let me make you feel good tonight, kitten?” 

 “Y-Yes,” you found yourself mumbling quietly, nodding frantically as you felt your heart pound against your ribcage. “P-Please… help me forget about it all, daddy.” 

 Minho peered down at you, a sardonic kind of smirk blooming across his mouth, “That’s my good girl,” his hand moved away from your knee then, traveling up, up, up, and stopping at your inner thigh. “So pliant- such a good listener too,” he continued to praise you, fingers skating over your clothed core as he made his way towards your panties. “Makes me wanna give you everything you ever wanted, hmm…” His fingers danced along the edge of your panties waistband before he was languidly dragging them down your legs, and finally throwing them off to the side. 

 “P-Please, daddy,” you whimpered up at him, the tears brimming in your eyes again, but for entirely different reasons. You were sitting perched in his lap atop your shared bed, giving him a pleading stare and asking - begging - for him to do more, just with your whines alone. “Can you give it to me? Please, I’ve been so good…” 

 “Hmm…” He mused out loud, tapping a lone finger against his chin in thought. You felt his hand come between your legs again, cupping your warmth there. “I don’t know- do you think a good girl shows up to her boyfriend’s workplace dressed like a shameless whore?” His fingers traced around the edges of you, toying with your pussy lips and making you lose your fucking mind from the teasing of it all. 

 You cried out in agonizing bliss, moving against him just a little bit so that there was some friction between your legs. “I-I wanted to please you, daddy… everything was for you.”

 Minho flashed you a slight, playful frown, the light in his eyes burning with desire and fiery passion. “And look at you now… all hot and worked up and soaking wet, but with no respite in sight.” He cooed in that baby voice that he always used on you whenever he was feeling especially commanding in bed. “But you want daddy to play with your pussy- want me to fuck you wide open with my cock, even after everything you’ve done tonight…” He smirked down at you imploringly, like he seriously couldn’t believe you had dared to visit him at the company dressed up as you were. “You’re definitely a big dreamer, I’ll give you that.” 

 Before you could say anything else, Minho was laying back down on the mattress again, propping his head atop a downy pillow. You gaped at him, squirming in your spot beside him as you felt your arousal drip down your legs.

 Minho rose an eyebrow your way then, “Well, what are you waiting for?” He motioned with his head for your to draw closer to him, and you slowly began to make your way to his side. “If you’re good- you might just get daddy’s cock tonight… so don’t act up like a brat, yeah?” 

 The blood rushed through your veins wildly then, as you shifted on the bed and threw a leg around him. Carefully, you positioned yourself over his face. It was quite a rare sight- to have Minho be underneath you, flashing you that wicked smirk and studying you with those lust-filled eyes. 

 “Do whatever you have to do to make yourself feel good, babydoll,” he coached in that whispery voice of his. The one he always used on you whenever he was trying to soothe you through your fifth orgasm of the night. “And if I die from suffocation of your pussy, I’d die a happy fucking man.” 

 His words set you into action and cast a light film of red fiery passion over your mind. In no time at all you were lowering yourself down on his face. 

 The moment you made contact, you were already a moaning mess. With his sharp nose pressing up into your clit, and his lips offering your cunt sweet kisses, your eyes immediately rolled into the back of your head. It felt so fucking good - everything felt so much better than you had imagined. 

 As his tongue dipped into you, lapping at your taste, you frantically ripped off your shirt, stripping yourself of your white lace bralette. At this, Minho stopped for a breath, his eyes hooded and swimming with shadows. 

 “See? You’d never kill me with just your thighs alone,” he mused, his voice rumbling against your cunt and making you yelp out in oversensitivity. One of his hands fell away from your hips, rising up to cup one of your breasts. “More like, you’d kill me with these beautiful fucking tits.” 

 With one hand, you were holding onto his head, threading fingers through his crimson locks as he got back to work between your legs. Meanwhile, your other palm was busy pressing against his, guiding his fingers as they traced across your chest, pinching and toying with your swollen peak there. 

 You ground against his face the whole time, head thrown back in pure bliss as the vilest of sounds fled from your mouth. With his nose buried against your throbbing clit, and his tongue thrusting into you with every other breath, you were quickly approaching your release. 

 “Fuck- you taste so fucking amazing, wish I could eat you every single day.” He mumbled against you. His lips sucked on you like you were the best lollipop he had ever had, the lewd sounds he was making casting across the entire dimly lit bedroom in sensuality. 

 “I-I’m gonna come-” You cried out desperately, chasing your high as you rode his face at a frantic pace. At your confession, Minho’s nails dug into the skin at your hips, fingers relentlessly toying with your breast as he delved with a renewed kind of vigor into your essence. 

 Your orgasm came over you in a blinding flash of whiteness, casting galaxies across your vision as Minho helped you ride out the wave of release. Your entire body melted against him, and just as you were slipping into the headiness of blissful weightlessness, your boyfriend was moving from underneath you. 

 Grabbing onto your hips, he was flipping your positions. And in the next breath, he was towering over you, leaning in and threading a few fingers into your hair. He pulled at the roots there, making you whine out in slight pain. The harshness forced your eyes open, and your gazes locked.

 “Now… I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll completely forget about that asshole from your college days,” he growled, his anger about your past abusive ex unbidden. It shined through in the way a dark look cast over his entire face. His lips attached to yours, as he sucked the breath right out of your lungs. 

 “D-Daddy… please, need your dick so fucking much,” you clawed out to him in your blurry vision, still cresting over your previous orgasm. Your hands wound behind his neck, holding his face close to yours as your kiss turned frantic - tongue against tongue, teeth clashing together. You tasted yourself on him, and the dirtiness of it all only made the pool of energy in your core grow deeper. 

 Minho yanked away from your lips, a string of saliva stretching taught between the two of you. With his strong, big hands, he grabbed ahold of either of your legs and pushed them apart. “Open wide for me, kitten… wanna see your tight little pussy as I stretch you open with my cock.” 

 You moaned wildly at his words, watching with shallow breath as he rid himself of his baggy sweatpants and black briefs. When he neared you on the bed again, you felt your heartbeat thump inside your ear. 

 “N-No condom?” You asked, voice coming out raspy from all of the cries and moans that you had been doing that night. 

 Minho stared down at you, as his weight dipped the mattress underneath you. He drew close to your frame that was splayed out of the bed haphazardly, still in your short skirt that had risen your waist exponentially. 

 “Nah- gonna fuck you raw tonight,” he began, just as he reached out to you, hand finding that same spot between your legs. Then he was drawing shapes against your puffy clit, index finger dipping into your entrance. “Gonna bust this tiny pussy wide open with my seed.” 

 You swallowed over the groan that wanted to escape from you then. And then the breath was completely caught in your throat, as Minho guided his cock through your folds. Your entire body shuddered at the feeling of it all, and you stared down between you, anticipating everything. 

 In the next beat, he was ramming into you. As soon as he sunk in, bottoming out, he set a hellish pace. Skin slapping against skin, he thrusted in and out. Already you were beginning to move up the bed, screaming out in mindless bliss. 

 “Holy shit- you’re so fucking hot, babygirl,” Minho purred lowly, as his hands gripped onto your waist, guiding you up and down on his cock with each pound of his hips, “Makes me wanna ruin you so much… you’d like that, yeah? Getting fucked over by my cock- bet it’d make you go all crazy and shit.” 

 “Mhm-” You groaned in a loud voice, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as his dick pressed into that gooey spot inside of you. His thumb ghosted over your clit, dragging you back across the cliffside of orgasm faster than you had thought. “Want you to ruin me, daddy… fuck me til I’m crying.” 

 As soon as you felt one of his hands travel up your sternum, stopping at one of your breasts, your eyes were shooting open. His fingers toyed with you, pulling and twisting your pert bud. “Oh, don’t worry, kitten,” he said, words trailing off as he pressed you so far into the bed with his rutting alone that you swore you saw the heavens cast over your mind. “I know how much of a cockwhore you are- how much of a slut you are, for dressing up so provocatively at my work- so I’m gonna give it to you nice and good… gonna have you screaming my name, mind all fuzzy and thoughts gone as I pump you full of my cum.” 

 Your eyes locked after that, and the spark that had been lit deep inside of your heart the moment you laid eyes upon Minho burned brighter. Because you knew that no matter what, he’d always love you. 

 And no amount of weight gain, or weight loss, was going to change that. 

 He was always going to be there for you, 

 Helping you survive through all of the pain and memories, 

 Guiding you on the pathway of forgetfulness, 

 Wiping your mind of all the heartbrokenness in just the right way. 

Fin.

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i figure if i'm gonna be a mess, i might as well be a hot mess.

aesthetic : having a heart full of fire offering warmth to those close and scorching remarks to those in the wrong ( the war is trying to douse your fire, but you refuse to lose your spark ), glitter in your hair from the night before, staying up all night to see the sunrise just to make sure it still comes up, wishing on every star in the night sky, always having to be the loudest voice in the room even if you have nothing to say, a matchstick heart just waiting to burn, empty liquor bottles, the grim days slowly beginning to overshadow the good ones, messy hair don't care days, off-key singing in the shower, the warmth of the sun on your skin, arrogance hiding insecurities, people call you fickle & you laugh in their face ( who would ever want to be known as predictable? ), coward was never a word meant to describe a mckinnon, but it's the only word that feels right when you refuse to take a side, you had always been convinced in happy endings, but now it feels like the end, and there’s no happy ending in sight.

compare to: penny ( the big bang theory ), mikaela banes ( transformers ), han solo ( star wars ), anthony dinozzo ( ncis ), lorelai gilmore ( gilmore girls ), peter quill ( mcu ), thea queen ( arrow ), sarah cameron ( outer banks ), steve harrington ( stranger things ), jesper fahey ( shadow and bone ) oberyn martell ( game of thrones ), shawn spencer ( psych ), emmett cullen ( twilight ), sabrina spellman ( chilling adventures of sabrina ), buffy summers ( buffy the vampire slayer )

Is that  MARLENE MCKINNON  stepping out into Diagon Alley? Ministry records tell us that they were born on  OCTOBER 13TH  and are a  TWENTY-THREE  year old,  HALF-BLOOD  who works as a  PROFESSIONAL QUIDDITCH PLAYER.  Some have said that they can be described as being  CHARISMATIC, ADVENTUROUS & INDEPENDENT,  however, they also see themselves as being CAPRICIOUS, STUBBORN & BRASH.  Apparently,  THEY  look a lot like  JESSIE MEI LI,  whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to  REMAIN NEUTRAL.

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*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

full name : marlene yue mckinnon nicknames : marlene, marls, mckinnon age : 23 birthday / zodiac : june 13th, gemini blood status : half-blood gender / pronouns : demi woman & she/they sexual orientation : demisexual romantic orientation : bisexual occupation : professional quidditch player hogwarts house : gryffindor affiliation : neutral, order leaning

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

personality traits : charismatic, capricious, brash, careless, stubborn, impatient, sarcastic, witty, loyal, adventurous, independent likes : quidditch, having a good time with friends, bonfires, summer, dragons, late night bar crawls, photography dislikes : cold showers, being early, oranges, romance movies, reading, divination secret talents : can juggle up to 6 items, ambidextrous goals & ambitions : to find a life goal/ambition memorable traits : an air of confidence, a laugh louder than necessary character alignment : chaotic good label : the icarian vices : arrogance, impatience, spite virtues : loyalty, courageousness, compassion

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

eye color : dark brown hair colour : black hair type/style : long and wavy, typically messy or thrown into a bun height : 5'3 build : slender/athletic exercise habits : regularly goes for a run/works out/plays quidditch dominant hand : left, but is ambidextrous glasses/contacts : wears contacts & has glasses for reading but also hates reading tattoos : a blackbird tattoo on her shoulder blade scars : many small scars from various incidents over the years piercings : ears pierced multiple times, septum, both nostrils faceclaim : jessie mei li

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

parents : george mckinnon ( father, auror ), mei mckinnon ( mother, potioneer ) siblings : marcus mckinnon ( older brother, hit wizard), matthew mckinnon ( older brother, auror ) children : n/a pets : two ferrets named chewie and cherrie, an old hand-me-down owl named firewhiskey significant other :

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

wand : dogwood wood, dragon heartstring, 11 in., slightly bendy boggart : her own death though she claims it's her great aunt edna who regularly gets drunk and streaks at the family christmas party patronus : cannot cast one yet, but would likely take the form of a golden retriever amortentia : smoke from a fire, blackberry tarts, honeysuckle, homemade caramels

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

marlene operates under the life motto "i'm here for a good time, not a long time" which is somewhat ironic considering she's afraid of fully involving herself in the war ( but no one has ever accused her of making sense )

fully expected to be put into ravenclaw because let's face it, there's no one more clever than she is ( total lies ).

always wanted to become a quidditch player even though her parents wanted her to be a bit more realistic with her options. so she choose dragonology as a backup which immediately made her parents hope she made it as a quidditch player instead.

has two ferrets named cherrie and chewie that she absolutely adores and would do anything for. she poorly knits them little hats and sweaters.

is listed as neutral because she doesn't necessarily want to be part of the war even though her family is, though she's fully supportive of the order's side and has made that very clear. however, she will eventually join the order once she gets over her own fears. marlene is afraid of death and losing those close to her to this war. ( in my mind, it will take the death of a family member for her to finally get fully involved in the war )

more coming soon!

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

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[twilightlane-archived]

Name: Elizabeth "Liz" Lane Alias: Twilight Lady, Vice Queen, "Dusk Woman". DOB: October 30th, 1941. Age: 43 Height: 5' 6'' (167 cm) Weight: About 170 lbs (77 kg) Eye color: Pale blue Hair color: Auburn red Sexuality: Pansexual Gender: Cis woman.

Personality traits, or what to expect from Liz:

Mischievous - It's mostly harmless teasing. Though if you're an enemy you won't likely know until it's too late. Besides that she just has a very playful nature. And corny humor.

Survivor instincts - Liz will always looks out for herself and her workers first. Which means she can be a friend or foe in a blink of an eye.

A jack of many trades - She's learned a lot of things over the years. Some legal advice, lockpicking, driving manual and car maneuvers, make-up/disguises, how to hide a body. She's not a master at all of them of course. But she knows a lot that'll help when in a pinch.

Vigilante - She's on the more morally grey side, leaning towards villainy. She dabbles in some drug trade, most of it blackmail against people with good connections. Some thievery, and more importantly violence on those that try and abuse her workers. Or anyone she happens to catch being an asshole.

Description: Liz has long, wavy, luscious red hair that is usually put up in a large half-bun, 60s style. Her skin tone is fair with warm undertones. Usually wears light make-up save for her signature black or red lipstick. And she looks very good for her age! Some smile lines and crows feet at the corner of her eyes. As Twilight Lady, she wears black latex suit that unzips on the front and usually is already half unzip to show off her cleavage. She wears knee high heeled boots and elbow length leather gloves. As herself, Liz, she always has a cute outfit on. Ranging from mom jeans and a comfy sweater to a nice blouse and skirt. All in all she shows off her womanly figure in tasteful ways. She is fit, moderately muscular. She has a fading scar on her left breast just under her heart.

Background: Liz likes to keep her childhood a mystery, and is very good about covering her life before she became Twilight Lady. Leslie, Liz's birth name, had grown up out of the city, with loving parents. However they had died, and Leslie was brought into the city by CPS to give with her mother's sister and her husband at age 11. Quickly her aunt and uncle made her the babysitter of their 5 children. Disliking the emotional abuse and general treatment in the crammed condo, Leslie took to the streets and officially ran away at age 13. Changing her name to Elizabeth, or Liz for short. She began prostituting at 16, only making ends meat, living with many other people including her best friend, Natacha. Years later a local gang members decided to toss the blame of stolen money onto Liz and Natacha. Natacha died, yet amazingly Liz survived a bullet to the chest. After a long time in the hospital, Liz was in her early 20s and took her profession to BDSM clubs. Becoming known as the Vice Queen was no easy feat. Not only was she well versed in sex work, but she also clawed her way to becoming one of the best dominatrix's in New York city. Along with keeping her true identity a secret. Taking on her persona as Twilight Lady. The press ran stories on how she "kidnapped" and "forced" her victims to work as sex slaves. Being painted as a masked villain in the midst of mask heroes. That was further from the truth. She actually helped people escape their lives for any reason and help them either move to a different place under a new name with a fresh start. Or if they wanted to, they could start work under Twilight Lady in her BDSM business or even in her drug trade she dabbles in on the side.

Of course being a masked villain, her nemeses was for a short time Nite Owl II. For a short time. The pair quickly formed a frenemy relationship that snowballed into something more. It was a tricky relationship to deal with. So eventually, she broke up with him. And due to expanding her business into drug dealing, Nite Owl ii took her in to the police. She served a short time in prison due to connections and good behavior. Once released, she disappeared for a few years.

However, she came back as her persona. Stronger than ever.

[marlcne]

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧.

i figure if i'm gonna be a mess, i might as well be a hot mess.

aesthetic : having a heart full of fire offering warmth to those close and scorching remarks to those in the wrong, glitter in your hair from the night before, staying up all night to see the sunrise just to make sure it still comes up, wishing on every star in the night sky, always having to be the loudest voice in the room even if you have nothing to say, gossip as a form of currency, organized chaos, a matchstick heart, empty liquor bottles, off-key singing in the shower, the warmth of a sun on your skin, arrogance hiding insecurities, people call you fickle & you laugh in their face ( who would ever want to be known as predictable? )

compare to : penny ( the big bang theory ), mikaela banes ( transformers ), han solo ( star wars ), anthony dinozzo ( ncis ), lorelai gilmore ( gilmore girls ), peter quill ( mcu ), thea queen ( arrow ), sarah cameron ( outer banks ), steve harrington ( stranger things ), jesper fahey ( shadow and bone ) oberyn martell ( game of thrones ), shawn spencer ( psych ), emmett cullen ( twilight ), sabrina spellman ( chilling adventures of sabrina ), buffy summers ( buffy the vampire slayer )

⸻ (reneé rapp, 23, demi woman, she/they) hogwarts welcomes MARLENE MCKINNON as a student. our records indicate you are a SECOND year majoring in DRAGONOLOGY. your new home lies within the sorting hat placing you in GRYFFINDOR, or perhaps the DUELING CLUB, MAGICAL CREATURES CLUB, & GRYFFINDOR BEATER you’ve chosen. the gossip around campus says your CHARISMATIC and CAPRICIOUS, but can also be BRASH and CARELESS. you also tend to remind people of HAVING A HEART FULL OF FIRE OFFERING WARMTH TO THOSE CLOSE AND SCORCHING REMARKS TO THOSE IN THE WRONG, GLITTER IN YOUR HAIR FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE, STAYING UP ALL NIGHT TO SEE THE SUNRISE JUST TO MAKE SURE IT STILL COMES UP, PEOPLE CALL YOU FICKLE & YOU LAUGH IN THEIR FACE ( WHO WOULD EVER WANT TO BE KNOWN AS PREDICTABLE? ). based on the flower you’ve been given, your alliance lies with the PHOENIX society. does all that sound correct? amazing. welcome to hogwarts and be listen to anyone that says anything about a secret society!

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*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

full name : marlene mckinnon nicknames : marlene, marls, mckinnon age : 23 birthday / zodiac : june 13th, gemini blood status : half-blood gender / pronouns : demi woman & she/they sexual orientation : demisexual romantic orientation : gay af major : dragonology house : gryffindor

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

personality traits : charismatic, capricious, brash, careless, stubborn, impatient, sarcastic, witty, loyal likes : dragons, quidditch, having a good time with friends, bonfires, summer, magical creatures dislikes : cold showers, being early, loads of homework, oranges, romance movies, reading, divination secret talents : can juggle up to 6 items, ambidextrous goals & ambitions : to find a life goal/ambition memorable traits : an air of confidence, a laugh louder than necessary character alignment : chaotic good label : the icarian vices : arrogance, impatience, spite virtues : loyalty, courageousness, compassion

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

eye color : blue hair colour : blonde hair type/style : long and wavy, typically messy or thrown into a bun height : 5'8 build : curvy/athletic exercise habits : regularly goes for a run/works out/plays quidditch dominant hand : left, but is ambidextrous glasses/contacts : wears contacts tattoos : a blackbird tattoo on her shoulder blade scars : many small scars from various incidents over the years piercings : ears pierced multiple times faceclaim : reneé rapp

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

parents : george mckinnon ( father, auror ), brianna mckinnon ( mother, potioneer ) siblings : marcus mckinnon ( older brother, hit wizard), matthew mckinnon ( older brother, auror ) children : n/a pets : two ferrets named chewie and cherrie, an old hand-me-down owl named firewhiskey

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

wand : dogwood wood, dragon heartstring, 11 in., slightly bendy boggart : her own death though she claims it's her great aunt edna who regularly gets drunk and streaks at the family christmas party patronus : cannot cast one yet, but would likely take the form of a golden retriever amortentia : smoke from a fire, blackberry tarts, honeysuckle, homemade caramels

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

marlene operates under the life motto "i'm here for a good time, not a long time"

dragonology is a back up plan for her if she can't become a professional quidditch player. and she will become a professional quidditch player.

fully expected to be put into ravenclaw because let's face it, there's no one more clever than she is ( total lies ).

is rather notorious for losing her phone in the most obnoxious places or irrevocably damaging them in the dumbest ways.

adores her family, but has always felt like her path was very different from theirs or that she was letting them down in some way. both of her brothers followed in their father's footsteps while she's out here doing her own thing.

takes polaroids of friends at very inopportune moments just for the memories, but fully threatens her friends ( jokingly ) that she'll release them.

has two ferrets named cherrie and chewie that she absolutely adores and would do anything for. she poorly knits them little hats and sweaters.

more coming soon!

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

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[mysteriousmoss]

I forgot I have a Zelda fanfic where all the Links meet and there’s two Heroes of Legends and The Hero of The Minish is one that I project onto in the fic with migraines.

I should really finish the next few chapters and then go ahead and make a actual plot after chapter 10. That’s when plot picks up but it’s gonna take a long long while to make so that fic is under a lot of work alongside other fics.

Sooo

Why not introduce some of the Links!

There’s 25 of them. TWO ARENT EVEN REALLY LINKS

I have groups of five made already and I’ll separate each post with those groups.

First Up Group 1 aka Old People and The CopyCats

Link #1: Caelum

Caelum is Skyward Sword Link and the one I charge of maintenance for the master swords(yes as in multiple).

He is considered the older brother of the group and is the one the younger Link’s go to for advice.

No one is quite sure where he came from. His Zelda told the others he was found one day crying next to a pond and had wounds everywhere on him and that the worse of them were on his head.

He is rather short tempered for a Link and will hold a giant grudge against someone for a long while(Groose had to actually bribe Caelum to let go of the grudge, they are best buds now).

He LOVES citrus fruits and even managed to get a small orchard growing up in SkyLoft. He also has to many citrusy fruits all the time so they are sold mostly or made into drinks he makes for his friends and family.

Caelum looks like Skyward Sword Link but has more tanned skin and a hair clip with feathers and a orange on it that was a gift from his friends. He also has marking that are on his body that have been their since his creation.

He is currently 21 years old and uses he/him pronouns and is ace.

Link #2: Time/Spirit

Time is the Heroes Shade and one of the eldest Links.

It goes by Shade aswell

It’s 37 and died at 30 years old.

He uses He/It pronouns and is Bi Ace

He is married to Malon and is the Hero of Twilights father. It died when the Hero of Twilight was 10.

He has a human form that looks like adult Link but more scarred and old.

He is considered the “Future” out of the time trio

Very little is known about him besides those facts.

It doesn’t need sleep at all so it is always on watch and is always there for the older Hero of Legends when They wake up from a night terror.

His Zelda was more of a older sister to him when she was alive.

It is the one the young Links go to for help and free candy

Link #3 Fierce/Oni

Oni is the eldest of all the Links and is Caelum’s predecessor.

He is a mortal who became a god

They question what a gender is all the time as it doesn’t exactly feel it fits a single gender. They get along with the Links who have the same questions as it about gender rather well.

No age is known for him. They just exist and vibe in the background unless it’s a dire moment in battle.

Is the one to babysit Noire and Shadow.

Do NOT give it money. It will use it all up for useless stuff it doesn’t need(said stuff is actually helpful to the others)

Helps Mini hide when the young Links and Time play Hide and Seek.

Wylde and Calamity do not trust it around the food.

Link #4 Noire/Dsrk Link

Noire is similar to Fierce when you ask her age.

He is genderfluid and uses all pronouns. They are also GayAce.

Fights with Mask all the time but it’s always playful.

Will burn in the sunlight without magic sunscreen or his cloak.

Reads stories to the young links and is the reason Legacy is terrified of the book Of Mice and Men.

Noire is terrified of Legend when they are around.

One in charge of storytime

Rather helpful when the crew plans their strategies and is the one thats mostly out scouting

Acts like Shadows older sibling.

Will actually fist fight god in a parking lot. Has done it and won.

Is actually pretty short, she just wears heels.

Good friends with Crimson and she gossips with her about stuff in the Dark World

Link #5 Shadow

Is best friends with all holders of The Four Sword

Loves to cause chaos and make trade deals that reminds Legend of a certain rabbit

Hangs out with the other teen Links

Incharge of shopping and getting supplies

Only one with actual medical training for some reason

Very protective of his friends

Is actually a rogue Dark Link.

Sassy little shit

Soft spot for birds, bunnies and the younger links

Is basically Legends older brother figure

Can cook, is just lazy

[transmascnaotoshirogane]

Greetings 🪱

I was wonder what do the “twisted fates au” links look like?

I’ve seen some of your au stuff floating and I’m very intrigued 👁

I will try my best to explain, but @unfreshydraws has actually drawn twisted au Wars and Four!

Time: He looks...almost the same, though he wears a patch because he removed his eye! (the one thats always closed in the comics? he said goodbye to that <3)

Wars: Wars has scarring all over his eyes, and he tends to wear a bandage over his eyes. He can still fight, but the light damages his eyes! His hair is lighter for personal reasons.

Four: His multicoloured tunic? Gone. It's a plain green one. His eyes are a mess of all four colours. His hair is a darker shade of blond.

Wild: Wild has tons more scarring over his scarred-side. The eye on that side is a lighter blue than the other one, and he's completely blind in that eye. His hair is short because he's paranoid about getting his hair tugged from behind on his blind-side.

Hyrule: This one is harder. Hyrule is *always changing his apperance. The only thing that stays? His glasses. *always meaning he changes whenever anyone else does.

Wind: Wind has a peg leg! His hair is lighter, bc sun exposure, and his eyes are green. He has a ton more scars over him.

Sky: Sky has his normal brown hair, but he has streaks of amber through his hair and eyes. He's a bit taller than canon. He also has more scarring on his face.

now, the fun ones!

Twilight: Twilight looks like Malon. Almost a copy of her. His hair is kept slightly longer so he can tie it back because "dad used to wear it like that!" (dad meaning Time.) He has more freckles, and a very important detail; he does not have his facial markings. He doesn't even have a wolf form yet.

Legend: Legend has long, golden hair. He wears a dress that's almost exactly like Sun's. He never wears anything that isn't white, and actively hides his pink streak. Well, really, for half of the adventure...he doesn't even use he/him pronouns. He wears makeup to hide all his scars and bruises. Legend's eyes are golden, but one of the eyes is actually coloured by a contact. He naturally has one gold and one pink, but he deems it an imperfection.

[thecaffeinebookwarrior]

Monster of the Week: A Writer’s Guide to Vampires!

The Basics: Vampires From Around the World 

Almost every culture has its vampires, and they go way beyond Dracula and Nosferatu. 

There are obviously too many to include in one post, so here are a few especially unique vamps to get you inspired and interested in learning more! 

The Penanggalan, Malaysia - Literally meaning ‘to detach,’ the Penanggalan is an exclusively (apparently) female creature. 

By day, she masquerades as a normal woman (and let’s be real, don’t we all.)  But by night, her head detaches from her body and floats around, entrails hanging like tentacles -- which they nightmarishly use to entangle their victims -- and preys on pregnant woman and babies.  Lovely. 

Creepily, the Penanggalan gravitates towards day jobs such as midwifery, so she can get closer to her prospective prey. 

The Manananggal, Philippines - Much like the Penanggalan, the Manananggal has an unfortunate habit of detaching parts of her body to fly around.  Described as an “ugly, hideous woman” (mood), the Manananggal can detatch her whole-ass torso to fly around like a bat. 

Like the Penanggalan, she preys on pregnant woman and unborn babies, with, creepily, her incredibly long tongue.  Some, however, prefer to seduce and prey on men -- preferable, to be honest -- in which case they appear young and beautiful.

The Upir, Eastern Europe - Ukrainian, Belarusian, Russian, Romanian, and Czech cultures all have mythos around this abnormally bloodthirsty vampire.  Not only do upirs drink the blood of their victims, but they bath and sleep in it.  They eat the flesh of their victims as well, and are especially partial to the heart.  In a uniquely sadistic detail, the Upir is thought to consume the children of a family and then the parents. 

The Alukah, Judaism - Literally meaning “horse-leach,” the Alukah is one of the earliest vampires, originating in the Bible.  

A fixture of Jewish folklore, and sometimes described as a demon or witch, the Alukah is unique in the fact that she is not undead but a living, shapeshifting being (according to the description in Sefer Hasidim.)

She can fly by unfurling her long hair.

The Brahmaparusha, India - This nightmarishly extra vampire will drink the drained blood of its victims from a skull (which it carries around at all times), before noshing on their brains and wearing their intestines as necklaces and crowns.  Worst of all, this vampire has an unusually ravenous appetite, and consumes several victims per night.  

The Callicantzaros, Greece - In Greece, children born between Christmas and Twelfth Night were thought to be bad luck (?) and susceptible to vampirism.  The Callicantzaros was considered to be egregiously unpleasant, equipped with devilish talons with which to tear victims to shreds.  Their first victims, post-transformation, were supposed to be their own siblings.

Unfortunately, this led to a degree of mistreatment and hostility towards children born during this period, as parents watched for signs of their progeny’s prospective vampirism.  In order to ensure that they didn’t become Callicantzaros, the children’s feet were dangled above a fire, like a reverse Achilles.

Vampire weaknesses: 

Garlic - This one’s not just particular to Western mythos.  Southeast and far Eastern vamps like the Manananggal are also vulnerable to garlic. 

Salt - The Manananggal is vulnerable to salt, as are vampires from most cultures in which salt is considered holy or purifying. 

Silver - A holy metal.  The origin of the “vampires can’t see themselves in mirrors” myth is because it used to be a component in mirror-making. 

Vinegar - Again with the Manananggal. 

Daggers/stakes/sharp objects - Especially through the vampire’s heart.  In many cultures, burning the heart is also advisable.  Be careful, though: sometimes, staking an upir will only bring them back to life stronger. 

Dismemberment and fire - Most vamps are susceptible to this, including the Penanggalan.  The only sure way to kill an upir is to decapitate them and burn the remains. 

Counting - Much like the Count of Sesame Street, vamps can’t resist counting things.  If you scatter some small, countable objects on the ground, the vampire will have to stop and count each one. 

The tails of stingrays - in the case of the Manananggal. 

Sunlight - Obviously.  Though not universal, this pops up in vampire mythology around the world, including the Manananggal. 

Detachment - when the Penanggalan and Manananggal detach their heads and torsos, their discarded torsos and lower bodies are vulnerable.  In the case of the Manananggal, sprinkling the discarded legs with garlic and salt.  The Mananggal will not be able to return to its lower body, and will perish with the rising sun. 

Starvation - The Alukah can be starved if she’s prevented from eating for long enough. 

Stupidity - In the case of the Penanggalan.  If you turn the Penanggalan’s body upside down, she’ll re-attach backwards.  I’m not sure what the purpose of this is, except the exhilaration of punking a vampire and making them walk around on their hands all day like a jackass.

Protection: 

Thorns around windows - Thorns will keep the Penanggalan from harassing you or your unborn children. 

Strings of garlic - Just make sure SOME IDIOT doesn’t take them down (RIP Lucy from Dracula.)

Pots of uncooked rice, ash, or salt - Repellent to the Manananggal.

Running away and hiding - Basically the only method of recourse against the Brahmaparasha.

Eating bread infused with an upir’s blood - Sounds kinky, to be honest. 

Stay on sacred ground - I.e. graveyards and churches.  Just be sure you’re not trying to avoid the kind of vampire that dwells in graveyards if you go for the latter.

Holy water, crucifixes, silver, et cetera - Anything sacred or holy.  Varies based on culture.

Imbibing the ash of a supposed vampire’s burnt heart - I’m not even going to joke about this one, since people actually did this during the vampire scare of New England (my homeland.)  I learned about it from a book about local vampire encounters at the Newport Public Library at age twelve, and it scarred me.

Dangle your baby above a fire - Actually, no, PLEASE don’t do that.  But that’s what seventeenth century Greeks did to prevent their kids from turning into Callicantzaros. 

Age of consent laws - Specifically for Edward from Twilight.

Don’t get a welcoming mat - Counts as inviting them in.  Duh.

Ways to Become A Vampire:*

*Ask your doctor if becoming a vampire is right for you.

Biting - Obviously.  Though if you read Dracula and early accounts of vampirism, it was more of a slowly progressing illness than a sudden transformation.

Reject Christianity - In the case of upirs.  More specifically, the church buried non-believers outside of graveyards, leading them to rise as servants of the Devil.  Honestly, I feel like the church kind of brought that on themselves. 

Be born between Christmas and Twelfth Night - At least if you’re in seventeenth century Greece.  

Be influenced by the Devil while dying - Another version of the Upir origin.

Be a demon possessing a corpse - One prospective explanation for the Brahmaparusha.

Making a pact to obtain eternal youth and beauty that involves not eating meat for 40 days and then breaking it like some kind of an IDIOT - One version of the Penanggalan origin myth.  I shouldn’t judge, my self-control isn’t great either.

Get startled by a man while meditating in a bath and jerk your head so hard that it flies off and at the interloper in fury - Another prospective version of the Pennangalan origin. Relatable, honestly. 

Be so bitter and jealous of couples that you go on an insane killing spree of pregnant woman and get publicly executed by being ripped in two - The Pennangalan, again.  She makes the Kardashians look tame. 

Chanting an incantation, anointing yourself with oil, and purchasing a black chick - In the case of the Manananggal.  The black chick reportedly lives inside the Manananggal, eating its innards while also acting as its life source.  Honestly, after all the drama of the Penanggalan’s origins, this seems reasonable.

Other Sources

Video Essays: 

The Power of the Vampire Myth - A superb sociological dive into the cultural significance of vampires. From the post WWI antisemitism of Nosferatu to their ability to subvert the Hays Code, vampires tend to reflect the shadows of every society. 

Dracula: A Brief History of Eternity 

CREEPIEST Vampire Legends from Around the World 

Vampires: Folklore, Fantasy, and Fact

How did Dracula become the world’s most famous vampire?

Vlad the Impaler: The Real Life Dracula

Influential Vampire Fiction:*

*That I’ve read/seen so far.

Dracula - Duh.  The greatest adaptation of which is, obviously, Dracula: Dead and Loving it.  

Nosferatu - It’s good to be aware of its antisemetic overtones, but it’s still revolutionary at evoking dread.

Varney the Vampire - A penny dreadful series that helped popularize vampires in Victorian England.  It gets bonus points for sounding like a children’s show. 

Camilla - The ORIGINAL lesbian vampire, predating Dracula by decades.  Became an adorable webseries and movie, which I recommend even more than the original novel.

‘Salem’s Lot - Serves as a study of what makes vampires scary in the modern era.   

Underworld - Aside from serving as a badass alternative in the Twilight era, it merits inclusion exclusively for causing my Sapphic awakening at age twelve.

What We Do In the Shadows - Has a unique understanding of the cultural significance of vampires, and why they appeal to societal misfits.  Also has vampire “children” who eat p*dophiles. 

Vampires in the Lemon Grove - The titular story is one of the most unique interpretations of vampires that I’ve seen in the modern era.  Beautiful language that evokes a powerful emotional response.

Twilight - Exclusively because it gave us Rosemary clocking shop in a wedding gown.  And the baseball scene.

Nonfiction:

The Encyclopedia of Vampires, Werewolves, and Other Monsters

From Demons to Dracula: The Creation of the Modern Vampire Myth

Vampires and Vampirism: Legends from Around the World

New Orleans Vampires: History and Legend

Mummies, Cannibals, and Vampires: The History of Corpse Medicine

A History of Vampires in New England 

Happy Halloween, and happy writing, everybody! 

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i may not be a cat, but i do own a couple of kittycats, so may i hear about your zelda au?

okay, so, here's the gist, it focuses on the chosen of the golden three, the priestesses of Nayru, Farore, and Din. Who are Zelda, Link, and Impa respectively. bc im lowkey tired of Ganondorf. Zelda is not royalty, she's doesn't have any connection to Hylia besides her connection to Nayru.

They each have the piece of the triforce that corresponds to their patron deity, But they also have added blessings given by the goddesses. Like Zelda has the power of foresight and can kind of see the future and elemental power associated with her deity.

The AU is also set before the 10,000 years before BOTW as the priestesses become the guardian spirits of the springs aka the dragons in botw.

more below, whoops I kinda infodumped

Each part of the trio is associated with their own tribe that still worships the ancient gods, Like Link is Zonai, Impa is Sheikah, and Zelda is part of an unnamed tribe that lives in the Lanayru Mountain region. They all have a bunch of sacred tattoos that mark them with a more religious role, although they generally aren't just religious figures. Link is still a warrior and Zelda is still a kind of scientist.

I wanted to have Impa instead of Ganondorf bc I wanted to touch on the idea that Power itself isn't inherently evil, even though it can easily corrupt. Also i think in OoT it was hinted that she was the one that was supposed to have the triforce of power and I thought that was cool. Also I wanted more women with power in zelda sue me.

As for designs, I haven't drawn them all out yet but I will, Link has longer hair and is still as much of an enby as possible, with his place as the priestess of Farore, he generally doesn't wear a whole lot of armor, his ceremonial robes are inspired by a more ancient greek/ roman aesthetic, lots of draping fabrics and the embroidered borders have a nature/ electricity theme. His colors range from a forest green to turquoise with pale gold accents. He wears gold makeup and has a dragon inspired ceremonial sword that he has on him constantly. He also has a cloak made from the hide of a golden lynel that symbolizes his courage and skill on the battlefield. He may look cool and is covered in scars but he's still the same nerd that has the heroes spirit and everyone is surprised by how kind and likable he is. Farore's sacred animal is the dragon so he has a lot of dragon imagery on his clothes and tattoos. I also want him to be a bit of a ginger so he's a little pale and covered in freckles which isn't super common amongst the Zonai, but not unheard of. They are descended from the tribes of the Twilight realm so bright red and orange hair is common but lighter skin is not.

Zelda and her tribe is more inspired by indigenous groups that live close to the arctic, so she tends to wear lots of furs and long cloaks with some hints of Nordic/ Scandinavian inspired details. She has more of a bird/ owl motif which manifests in feathered jewelry and tattoos that highlight things like wings and talons. Her color palette is dark rich jewel tones of purple and red with silver ornamentation. She has long dark brown hair that she wears in braids with the hair tail things like TP Zelda. She also has a lot of water/ ice imagery with her clothes and tattoos. She has a ceremonial bow and arrows and is a pretty good sharpshooter but she rarely uses them.

Lastly, Impa, she has the benefit of having the Sheikah already being a canon tribe with clear japanese influence. So, because of her role as a religious and a military leader, she dresses differently than most Sheikah. When in times of peace, she wears a long kimono that's mostly rusty reds and oranges with black and ivory details. When in times of war, she wears sheikah armor that has the same color scheme, but is more extravagant to show her rank and importance. She also has a big dramatic cape that she obi-wans when she goes to fight. She wields dual swords and has a fiery motif on her clothes and tattoos. I feel like with all the history and myths of ganon, she would try to distance Din from all the pig imagery so instead, her animal symbol will probably be a bear (or a Lion?) I'm not sure.

The priestesses live at their sacred springs but they visit each other often, as the golden three are connected to each other. Whether this be begrudging or in a polycule way, I haven't decided yet. I think it would be funny if they didn't like each other at first but It's also kinda funny if they're fated to be romantically involved.

For ceremonies that include the entire trio, they have certain ceremonial garb that is mostly white and parallels the colors of the dragons in botw. Like Link wears white and gold/ light green, and Zelda wears white and light blue, and Impa wears white and orange. They also each have a headpiece/ crown that mirrors the horns of the dragons. This all symbolizes balance and unity and all that. Mostly I just think it would look cool.

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Woops, I wrote again

"What a shame it is, ta recognize the fingers that pulled back the hammer. What a shame it is, when the man in the mirror's the one who shot the gun." - Darnell Bronko

"They tell ya heaven's in hiding and lead you to the edge of your sanity, whispering, "Jump, heaven sits at the bottom." And as you fucking fall, you begin to realize that angels never fell, they jumped and thought it paradise." - Jess Mercikal

"I'm a grave dug too early, digging up my own bones, always wondering why the different are damned whilst the powerful are celebrated for their indifference. But I guess that's just how it goes, huh? The boy who cries wolf is loved by the predator, for he falls easily into his maw. But as he begs for a savior, everyone passes the different boy by because "He asked for it." - Havio Bonecross

"There is no beauty more pure than the release of life, the gasp of the heretic soul whispering like smoke on the edge of the saint's holy knife." - Vareeth Gospel

"She was a delusion of the worst kind. Of the breathing, haunting kind that digs it's fingers into the recesses of your skull and crushes every thought, every memory with dream slathered hands. And she was the worst kind of evil that consumes, and consumes, and consumes until there's nothing left but the girl that was, but is no more." - Zacharia Von Shelrick

"My mind drifts back ta the days'a pain, and every time I see brokenness reflected in the eyes'a that old orphanage. And I can't help but think'a that little girl, chokin' on darkness and delusions before she ever had a chance ta live. And that's what pain does ta ya. It kills innocence and replaces it with himself." - Clayborne Pettygore

"In the eyes'a innocence decayed I met young evil, killin' a young girl from the inside out as if that old eightball had whispered she'd fall inta the darkness without a damn doubt. And every now and then, my darkness reminds me that in some ways, I'm just like that little girl. Dead too soon. Corrupted too young. A grave before I ever crawled." - Sampson O'Connel

"Some men get choice. Men like me get ta follow fate's river as it fuckin' sweeps em away." - Wyval Killsrift

"Son, I'd go inta the dark gently if I were you. Her teeth are sharp and she likes the kinda prey that fights back and dances on 'er tongue." - Wyval Killsrift

"I've got a knife in the back of my throat, and it coats my words in blood." - Wyval Killsrift

"Peel back my skin and tear me apart in search for redemption. In search for beauty. But all you'll find in the remains of my ribcage is a heart faded to black where all the red used to be. I'm a power lusting, sin starving, wretched beast, preying on his own flesh just to survive who he's become. But I like it that way. I always have. There are many forms of death that don't end in a funeral. A kind of death you can only see in the flickers of emotion in a cruel man's eye." - Totalis Sinsbad

"Evil wears many faces. But the evil I met, she wore only one." - Bob Smyke

"I don't think you ever really leave that first high. I was just young and dumb when I went on my first trip. I soared through the air on acid wings and smoke. My eyes spilling with tears that tasted like blood on my whiskey scarred tongue. And I'll never escape that memory. That addiction to the liminal. To the blurred edges of reality. I've grown so achingly tired of this body. I just want to fucking escape myself. And that's what my addiction gave me. But I the snake tongued devil, shaped like pills and needles never told me he'd carve small pieces of me off as I slept and dreamt of greater things." - Mieda Brushvaker

"Escaping reality's a deadly, thing. First, you tell yourself it's just this once. You'll never fucking do it again. And you keep telling yourself that. Before ya know it, people start leaving you because you're just a cocaine husk, bleeding from the tip of a heroin needle. I told myself I'd quit again, and again, but that shit changed me. And in some sinister fucking way, I'm always going to be a junkie, caught between this rift in reality. Cause I just ain't been me ever since white powdered fingers came for me in the dark and choked the reality from me." - Armano Sketer

"I wouldn't get in the habit of denying reality. It's a knife, my friend. And with every denial of it's existence, it sharpens. And it prepares to cut, slow." - Darwin Flowrick

"I'm a lustful, starving, crooked shadow. Feasting off of innocence. off of scars. Off of pieces of fragility and wicked divinity. Many call me a monster, but I'm human. Dreadfully human. And isn't that what makes their hearts run black? I am as human as they who damn me. I used to be just as innocent. But I came for myself, with teeth reddened by the slaughter, claws sharp and hungry for a young boy's innocence. And with pale, crooked eyes I desecrated my sense of self, and tore it apart piece, by delicious, starving piece." - Darwin Flowrick

"Redemption passed 'er by, and delusions came for 'er with feral, rotting teeth. If she ever knew innocence, it curled up in her chest and opened in her heart like a dyin' flower. Blackining. Decayin'. Dyin' before she ever had a chance ta fuckin' live. I once asked 'er "Why?" And all she ever did was smile and ask, "Why not?" And that's such a wicked kinda' evil. Such a relentless, fucked up kinda misery. And I always wondered, as she faded inta the night if she went home ta the darkness she'd always lived in." - Roan Scorpio

"Darkness beats in my chest, like a soft, quiet melody told by very few. They say it's forbidden. They say it's cursed. Dreadful. Deadly. But I like the way it resurrects me. The way it pulls my cracked bones back together. The way it stitches the flesh and sits, like blood on the tongue. I sway under the dying light of innocence, closing my eyes as I know, I've truly felt what it was, to die. And it came for me with pale fingers and crooked, bones. And I like the way it nips at my scars with reddened teeth and tells me this horror is beautiful." - Elzibith Varcoat

"There's a ghost in my head, and it whispers reasons for it to haunt me. You'll fall back, it says, you'll grasp at that sweet release just to escape from the mind numbing reality of who you are. And I always fight back in whimpers, and cries, and tears in the corners of my eyes. It's not so easy fighting a war when the enemy is yourself, and it's who you are on the frontlines. Armed with rifles full of addiction and needles, ready to prod. And tear. And chew away at me until I'm me no more. Just another drug bound, addiction fueled ghost." - Torva Allidaine

"Truthfully, I am not a human being. Humanity was ripped from me first from bullet hole fangs and gunpowder dripping tongues. And as I tried to scrap together what pieces of me I had, humanity was once more torn away from my bones. For pale fingers came in the dark and ripped, away. As if I was just another layer of skin hiding the bitter, rotten goods. So I do what I can with what little I have. I kill a bad man. I fire off another fucking bullet. Because that's all I am. A thing that goes bump in the bad thing's quiet darkness." - Amarillo Crocker

"Sometimes, I must confess, I begin to wish I could rip away at this skin. Like a sunburn beginning to peel. I have stood in this flesh for too long. This aching, heavy, crushing flesh. This is not me. It can't be. I want to fall, like Icarus from the sky. To let my wings and skin burn away with the heat of the sun. If only to reveal the woman hiding behind all this skin. This ugly, defiant, constricting skin. I am a cage. But I've always been a cage. too." - Valdosta Coffenbury

"Hungry, reminding fingers wrapped around my chest. Stealing the air from me. The comfort. The safety. It was always there. Always hungry. Always reminding me I'm not who I should be. Who I want, to be. It lives in the mirror, and the steam from the shower. It lives in my chest. In the edge of a shaving razor as I cut away at facial hair that never should've been there. It's suffocating, sometimes. But usually, it's quiet. In the back of my head. In the back of my chest. The back of the shower. Always there. Always hungry. Always reminding me of the face that isn't mine in the mirror. And that's what it feels like. Being somebody that isn't you. Never was. Never will be. Never again." - Valdosta Coffenbury

"I fell asleep, but it weren't so kind. I tossed, and I turned. I fell inta my first nightmare'a the night. I can remember the pitch black sky. His quiet anger that was so, loud. I couldn't speak. As if the terror, or the sorrow, or whatever the fuck it was sat in my throat, forcing my words back down like tears drippin' from my cheeks. I don't remember much'a the second nightmare. Just red. Everywhere. In my throat, in my words, bleedin' from my God damn eyes. But then I was awake in the twilight, wrapped in itchy blankets and cold sweat, wonderin' if I'd woken back inta my life, or stepped inta another fucked up piece'a me." - Ace Swinton

"My heart's a threadbare emotion, starving on the memories of my mother." - Rafaela Caesar

"I want to see the vulnerable side of you as I slink under the shadows of your bed, to listen to the way your breath breaks and mourns under the weight of a nightmare and dream divided. I want to see you broken as I hide in the shadows of your closet, to hear the secrets you whisper to torn sweaters and dresses you outgrew long ago. Eaten away by moths and woven into a spider's web. But most of all, perhaps, I want to taste the blood of your malice in my mouth as your anger nips at my tongue and tries to kill this man I am. You can never be rid of me, for I am the monster under your bed, who has killed all your shadows, and butchered all your light, wondering what you'd become on the edge of existence." - Darwin Flowrick

"Running my fingers against an old, worn out photograph, I come to realize my sister was a delicate hero to herself. There was a storm in her, a deadly, violent storm of anger and sadness. But when I look into those paper eyes, splashed with her sister's tears, I can't help but think I failed her in some way, as if I'd just tried a little harder, she wouldn't be this cold case in my heart." - Sun Morvosina

"Some sins are perhaps worse than murder, worse than lust, death, desire. And perhaps my mind lusts for the things that will damn it, shoving sins into it's maw and sucking at the heart until it's bone white. But the greatest sin of all, perhaps, is that I am me, and in some way, I always have been." - Melias Skinwalker

"My heart's a gentle, moss covered bomb, and every now and then, a fragile little emotion comes on by and pulls back the pin. Can you imagine that kind of deadly vulnerability to your darkness?" - Ben Stilts

"I dipped my pen in the blood of my identity, and word by word, I wrote my death." - Shilo Andrakall

"I'm gunpowder and pistol smoke rising after the murder of another man's conscience, and as the smell of death begins to brew in the puddles of red rain, I come to realize a soldier dies the moment he steps on the battlefield, and out from his heart claws a monster made of gunmetal sacrifice and howling intentions." - Halzio Vickmon

"Blood on the hands mares the vision of the revolution, dwindlin' it down ta nuthin' but murder. But rest assured, good will come'a this." - Cedric Popovici

"It's starting to feel like this world doesn't run off of what's right, but rather thrives off of what's profitable. We spill blood and we call it noble. We fire our rifles and call it a good cause with violent tendencies. Good, does not come for men like you and me. We died the moment we stepped into a revolution built on the backs of those who fought." - Havar Swanson

“I spent so long thinking something was wrong with me. Thinking that being who I am was wrong, and hateful. But as I learned to accept myself, and met a man in the shadows of the night, I came to realize hate convinces you love is just another afterthought of the foolish.” - Paige Newdelle

“Armello's a kind, soft, beautiful soul, loving me in all the colors we can see. And even some we can't, too. As he kisses me deep, and I run my fingers through his tangled hair, I know the lost can be found, even if it's in their own Neverland. Even if they have to find beauty in a Wonderland of our own.” - Paige Newdelle

“If I have to be somebody, I want to be somebody worth being.” - Camille Trueblood

“If I could, I'd wear all their scars for them. I'd let the darkness swallow me whole. For all my life, I've promised to be their mother, their hero, their best friend. When they're hurting, mama's always here to wrap em up in a big old hug and tell them everything'll be okay. And when they have secrets that dig into their hearts, they can always come to me and unburden themselves. I'll give them everything I never had. Because I lived in a loveless home, and I just want them to know though life can hurt, it can also be so, damn beautiful.” - Camille Trueblood

“In some way, my children are heroes to me, too. I was living a lonely life until I held my two baby girls in my arms. And slowly, more of my heroes came into my life and grew like seeds of love that just couldn't wait to blossom. I must be the luckiest woman alive, to have found such joy after the hurting. To find such love after my heart stopped beating.” - Camille Trueblood

“Truthfully, I'm not a masterpiece. But aren't I beautiful with these torn edges and faded colors?" - Camille Trueblood

“Scars can only exist so long as they're hidden.” - Camila Dillingo

“There's no greater misery, really. Then being surrounded in a field of hateful hands that poke and prod at your identity until you no longer feel like yourself past all those stains of mean spirited words and actions.” - Camila Dillingo

“I think family never ended with blood. It always started with the promise of loyalty, the promise of love that grows and changes with who we become.” - Camila Trueblood

“I know I'm just one voice in a crowd of shouts, but I always had this funny little idea that even just one person can change the world." - Camila Dillingo

“I often wonder who I would be if I was not me. And I often feel as if being a man I'm not would be kinder than being this man I am.” - Calliger Cougar

“I shook hands with a faceless devil, for he's worn a thousand different faces and a million different smiles, only to realize that truthfully, he can never be himself. Again and again he tells me he wants to wipe his slate clean, but his eyes are ever filled with immortal emotion. As are mine, as are mine.” - Calliger Cougar

“We're puppets dancing on nooses.” - Calliger Cougar

“My hands are stained in red emotion, my heart scarred the dirty color of emptiness, my eyes dripping with the tears other men couldn't bring themselves to shed.” - Calliger Cougar

“The world's grown tired now, and as it's eyes begin to close, and humanity reaches it's final hour, we should come to realize with the world's aching last breath, peace shall finally rise golden over the horizon. Humanity's become such a festering plague to themselves, and we're just waiting to rot away in bodies that aren't our own." - Calliger Cougar

“Life's become little more than an instinct, really. My heart beats because it always has, I breathe because that's what I've been doing all my life. I don't live because I want to. Because truthfully... I don't cherish my life.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I feel like a flower that's decayed, and people just take little pieces of my body away because they find beauty in the broken. But no light gets through my cracks.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I can still remember my mother's eyes, filled with ugly horror. And I can still remember all those nights spent in the dark, weeping because I wished this body wasn't mine. This scarred, bruised, fucked up body.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I've tried to escape myself in every way possible. I've touched the tips of death's fingers only to recoil at the feeling of her cold skin against mine. I've killed for substances that left me dreary and high, lost in a fucked up fantasy that I didn't earn. I can still remember the way cocaine tastes on my lip, the way the needle feels pressing against my bruised skin.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I'm like salt in coffee. Everyone always mistakes me for sugar, but recoil and hiss upon the tasting of me on their lip.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I'm just a heavy and cumbersome body carrying around bones that aren't even his.” - Burasbley Highersman

“People say we rise from our pain, but I was never a Phoenix, just a bird with broken wings that never learned how to fly.” - Burasbley Highersman

“Past dis hard shell, tiny cracks begin ta appear, cause dat's da life of a fighter. She swings 'er fists no matter da trouble dat comes 'er way. Dat's what life's about. My fathah taught me 'ow ta throw a fist at eight, I could throw my brothah outta the ring at ten. I've spent my whole life preparin' for the fight so that when it came 'round, I wouldn't be da one bloodied in the dirt.” - Ronda Blousey

“I've got black eyes and bloodied knuckles from all these wars I've waged.” - Ronda Blousey

“I'm a lioness, and my roar lives on the edge'a me bleedin' fist.” - Ronda Blousey

“The cruel, the damned and the monsters own this town in my heart. The inside of my ribcage is etched with old claws and gnashed, broken teeth. Because where all my memories used to hide, only scars now reside.” - Ellise Kivenstein

“Mark and my scars are all I've still got, because my heart beat's slow and only quickens in terror. Mark and I are feeble souls trying to make it to another day in each other's arms, but we feel so cold on each other's skin. We're lost, trying to find ourselves in each other, but I think that hope left us as our children became cold cases and became lost to an ever growing statistic that leaves wounds in the hearts of a parent.” - Ellise Kivenstein

“We're all just trying to gain some ground in the town of bastards and cheats, knowing even if we play the right cards, even if we roll double six or snake eyes, winning was never an option in a town of outlaws and sinners.” - Ellise Kivenstein

“I'm a cigarette tangled mess, skin etched with a mother's scars.” - Ellise Kivenstein

“I wish I remember what it was like. To be truly happy. But I suppose when you lose that big a piece of yourself, you'll never really feel complete. Because no matter how many part time substitutes you shove into that emptiness, it remains a blackhole, consuming everything else you thought you'd always have." - Ellise Kivenstein

“I've got pain in my heart where my mother used to be, and every now and then, I can still hear her ghost telling me no matter how far I fall, no matter how much pain I'm in, I'll always be her baby girl.” - Crescella Shroovet

“Truthfully, I'm playing Russian Roulette with my sorrow, wondering which of us will drop first. It's a dangerous game, fighting against your misery. Because the bastard cheats. I've learned to let go of the things that bring me pain. I can't climb a ladder of knives and blame myself for the way my palms bleed. I can't trudge up stairs of sticks and stones and blame myself for the way the soles of my feet begin to bloody.” - Crescella Shroovet

“My heart's a tapestry of my mother's words and loss, beating slow. Beating feeble. Beating truthful. I close my eyes and remember my mother's arms around me, and I tell myself, in a voice that sounds like hers', that everything'll be okay.” - Crescella Shroovet

“I woke up in a foreign land of ash and smoke, the remnants of my bridges burning in my nostrils and pulling tears from my eyes as I realize life gives no choice to the broken man.” - Asher Shroovet

“My mother used to tell me people are equal in the fact that they all have the choice to be good, but unequal in the choices they choose. But ever since my mother became a cold case in this heart of mine, I've begun to learn nothing ever changes. All but the weather and the nature of man.” - Asher Shroovet

“I used to be part of a silent crowd, anger sitting in my chest but never roaring. But I've learned silence is the kinda thing that kills, so with these scars in my voice, I let my roar be heard. Even if it's a little weathered. Even if it's a little broken.” - Asher Shroovet

“My sister and I are warriors of loss, mourning our angel's wings but knowing no warrior ever got to keep their halo. A hero is a man who fights with honor, sparing the bad man and the good man alike. A warrior is a man who does what needs to be done, giving no mercy to the cruel man because later down the line, another will die for the trigger you couldn't pull.” - Asher Shroovet

“I've learned pain's an immortal thing. Once you feel it, it never leaves you be. But it becomes easier and easier to live with as you grow, love and learn. We're all in pain. We're all hurting. It's what we do with that hurt that counts. It's who we become after the worst of it that makes us or breaks us." - Asher Shroovet

“My pain sits, like barbed wire under my shirt, bleeding me every time I move. Every time I sit. Every time I try to flee. My pain's in the gasps of my breath and the smoke that leaves my lungs. I'm a war of change and indifference, locked away in a barbed wire, human ribcage, wondering why my heart feels so locked up in the past.” - Bryan Jensen

“My memory's a thief in the night, stealing my joy. My safety. My sense of self. It rips into me, like a knife dragging thin white scars across my hurting mind and heart. Always reminding me that I'm not worth much past the words other people say. My scars whisper to me, begging me to add more to my collection. My traumas repeat, as if I'm under a roaring river, tumbling and breaking my bones on the stones of my fucked up memory.” - Bryan Jensen

“I stay alive, if only to protect her from my death.” - Bryan Jensen

“We were just two broken children in a fucked up home, hiding beneath dirty sheets and blankets. Wondering why love never found they who needed it the most.” - Bryan Jensen

“I can still hear the shouts of my father, the open palm of my mother. Their pain became my pain. Their words became my words. It was as if they were a fucked up religion, burying my sense of self underneath holy words and verses, bound in the righteous spine of a young boy's pain.” - Bryan Jensen

“I'm a grave bound shovel diggin' the holy their beds'a eternal slumber, made'a dirt and names forgotten by all but the fuckin' stone.” - Peter Scolifade

“Truth is, monstahs hide in da kindest'a men, and all it takes for that wicked bastard ta break outta his cage is one good reason. And friend, my monster found plenty'a reasons.” - Peter Scolifade

“Cold, deathly fingers wrapped around me chest, stained teeth bit down on my skin, opening red mouths in my scarred flesh. And as the monster within' tore through me, coverin' me in reasons ta die, I knew this was it. This is how saints fuckin' die.” - Peter Scolifade

“I grew up on an old dirt road with nuthin' ta call me own, lookin' for reasons ta live in the ink spilled sky. But brothah, all I found 'tween the stars were bullet shadows and gunpowder constellations whisperin' of the end'a old Saint Peter. And it was there, under the ol' night sky that Peter Scolifade died, and out from his corpse rose a man that looked like him. All but in those wicked eyes, cold and righteous with the promise'a grim ends ta come.” - Peter Scolifade

“I ripped through me sense'a self with a dead man's knife, partin' the red sea in my ribcage, barin' me black heart ta the shadows and monsters'a dis world. And as I fell back, a mess'a things that glisten red in da night and crimson that pools beneath dead men's feet, I knew I was no more than a murder, livin' on past 'is years as a ghost." - Peter Scolifade

“In my mind, it feels like two old friends have collided fist to fist and neither knows what they're fighting for.” - Brandall Mulligan

“Under lonely and begging colored bar lights, I met a devil, wrapped in desire and lust, and all the things that go bump in the night. She's cigarette smoke curling around a dead man's finger, whirring him back to life with empty promises and whispers of a grand becoming.” - Brandall Mulligan

“You know, a ghost of the gambling den once told me that the darkness is welcoming to those who don't fight it. And I'm starting to think he was right. Because the shadows look more forgiving then the light that burns like fire on my back.” - Brandall Mulligan

“I wouldn't take a bullet for me, so why should I expect anyone else to fight for me?” - Brandall Mulligan

“Bullets fall, like red rain down my ribcage, stainin' me heart the dirty color'a murder and whiskey bound misery.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“I was always broken knuckles and shattered windows, walkin' down an old dirt road, trustin' my revolver sooner than me old heart.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“I'm an outlaw of the old night sky, angel's fallin' through my scotch glass, devils clamberin' in the smoke'a my damn cigarette.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“My ma always told me the weak man's easy prey for the bullet, the lost sheep's an easy meal for the starvin' wolf. And oh son, you're beginnin' ta look a little lost, and I got some hunger on the edge'a my bleedin' tongue.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“We're all a silver coin away from a casket, we're all a cigarette away from a wildfire. Life don't care for the dead, but damn, it don't give much a damn bout the starvin' livin' neither.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“Dare ye whisper bout me sin, I'll make sure yer damned by Sunday mornin', beggin' the preacher ta forgive yer wicked misery.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“The thing about people is, they can't heal in the place where they were first hurt. Before they find peace, they've gotta leave the origin'a the pain behind.” - Wilford Straw

“The way I see it, we're all warriors in our own regard, hearts bared on whatever kinda sleeve we got. Be it leather, denim, bare or tattooed. Our hearts are out in the open, and the truth becomes the water in which we feed and grow.” - Wilford Straw

“I once asked a powerful man with pain in the cracks'a his smile and blood on the edge'a his razor where his fall from grace began. And he told me with flickers'a sorrow in his eyes that it started with death. It always starts with death. And sadly, that's what some men think. They tell emselves their already dead, so they never git ta thinkin' they can live again.” - Wilford Straw

“After the rain comes the bloomin.” - Wilford Straw

“The day I was born life gave me a blade and threw me into a war before I ever had a chance to learn how to swing my sword. And so I earned bruises I never should've suffered through, and my back's etched with scars I didn't have the right to earn.” - Liv Creek

“I see pieces of our father lost in his eyes, the lies of our mother dancing on his tongue. He tells me this is how it has to be. This is who he has to be to survive. But survival isn't worth it if it kills who you are.” - Liv Creek

“I'm a scarred warrior wielding a rusted blade against her demons, knowing their deaths come too slow.” - Liv Creek

“I've learned the path to strength is paved in the pain of the weak. Through this path of my own broken bones I stumble, pain hanging like a sword on my lip, heart hardly beating as I choose to survive rather than live. Don't cheer for the warrior as she passes you by, don't thank her for her sins. Mourn for her as you would a grave, weep for her as you would a lost one. Because the warrior is the weak girl who had no choice but to be strong and defy who she was in the face of her pain.” - Liv Creek

“I grew up believin' in all the little things. Like magic, and fairytales, and love that would last. But my Wonderland was stolen from me by a mad man's bullet, and as I look inta the eyes of a man I used ta call brother. Used ta call family. All I see is a tickin' clock, whisperin' that my old heart's runnin' out of time with each strike'a midnight. Boomin' like thunder in my mind.” - Buster Beckem

“Ya know, I've found that I find no comfort in the idea'a the future. The past's warm and welcome, wrapped in the blankets'a my love and the red lipstick'a my lover smeared on my paint stained cheek. But the future stands cold, flecks'a snow promisin' I won't make it out the other side a man that's me. And as I leave this Wonderland'a my memories behind, I know I leave with a heavy and burdened heart.” - Buster Beckem

“This old heart'a mine used to bare it's wings with pride, soarin' over the clouds and touchin' the sun with the tips of it's fingers. But it fell like an angel, graspin' at everythin' that made it feel loved as it faded away inta the future's distant twilight.” - Buster Beckem

“I've been countin' days ever since my love was lost on me. I've been savin' every smile in parts'a myself I hide. But I can't measure the loss in me. I can't begin ta describe this bruise on my tongue where her love used ta reside. I close my eyes and I can still see her sippin' from a chipped coffee mug, hair frizzy and orange, hands stained in blue and pink paint. I always told 'er she was a masterpiece, even if she weren't perfect. Even if she made mistakes. And now, as I lie down in an empty bed, I begin ta wish it was her arms around me rather than these tear stained cheeks. I begin ta wish it was her hand on my shoulder rather than a crow perched like loss on my jacket. And I begin ta wish, as I curl this finger around a trigger, that it was her fingers curled inta mine." - Buster Beckem

“I'm the color that stains your lips as you take your own off mine. I'm the color of your heart as she dances her clawed fingers against your scarred skin. And I'm the color that trails your body as she stains you with her venom love. But I'm the color of your rage, too. The color that bleeds from between your knuckles as you grip the broken pieces of your love. The color that stains your tongue as she bites down on your lip. How beautiful, how deadly, how strange, that I can be anything you want to be, and everything you never knew you needed. While also being the very thing that rips your heart from your chest, my hands thick with the color of love, and anger and pure blood that tastes innocent on the siren's lip.” - Kaia Harzelburg

“Don't you know monsters look like people? Don't you know sinners look like saints and taste like beauty on a heathen's bleeding tongue? I was always a serpent, fingers trailing against the holy as I mark them with my lust filled brand. It's foolish, to fall in love with the serpent, but I've pressed my lips against the skin of Eve and the forbidden fruit tastes of me as she bites down on the feeble flesh of sin. Of forbidden desire. Of deadly lust.” - Kaia Harzelburg

“They say we're all sinners, damned before we were ever born, but I don't think of it that way. Sin is earned, just as sainthood is fought for. Just as good is taught, just as evil is learned.” - Bobby Sticcs

“On the edge'a death I met a boy with misery and shadows in 'is eyes, carved inta like he was just another sheep fed ta the wolves. Never did I see war break a man so young, never before 'ad I seen a man bite down on bullets and call em his fangs. But in the eyes'a that boy, it wasn't war I saw. But hell, flickerin' in the eyes of a mad man.” - Bobby Sticcs

“Some men march off ta war for honor, others find the monster inside as the bullets begin ta fly. But in some way, we're all ghosts and monsters'a the trenches, as if those dirt dug battlefields were our Eden, our rifles our flaming blades. The pools'a red in the rain our forbidden fruit. And I 'spose that made they who sent us off ta die our serpents, lies and forbidden truths flickerin' from behind their damn teeth.” - Bobby Sticcs

“We can't live behind the lines'a our enemies, expectin' them ta care when we throw our lives on the wire thin line.” - Bobbi Crazendale

“Family don't end with blood, it starts with love.” - Bobbi Crazendale

“I've got an old heart that hums and whirs ta life upon the tappin'a Vernon's fingers 'gainst my cheeks. He's my gentle lullaby, and every time he presses his lips 'gainst mine, my heart bursts with colors I'd hardly 'ave recognized if it weren't for this love we share. We love each other in colors that didn't exist, but whirred ta life as our hearts collided.” - Bobbi Crazendale

“I've been on a long, treacherous road, throwin' my fists at da 'eart'a darkness, wonderin' why it looked like me own.” - Billy Jenkins

“In da past I see eyes I used ta love, caught in da rift between gunpowdah and survival, drownin' undah da tide'a sin and love. Swept away by the hungry, starvin' need ta stay alive. I can still remembah runnin' undah da willow wif' her, swearin' I'd love 'er for da rest'a me days. But where 'er 'eart used ta reside in moine, now sits a hungry bullet, carved with a name I recognize and used ta press against me lips. But this bullet feels cold between me teeth.” - Billy Jenkins

“I'll face me future wif' a baseball bat and a grin built off all da things it took ta survive. And as me sister tells me I'm 'er hero, I know dat even if me bones are etched wif' love lost ta the edge of a bullet and da loss'a me heroes, I can do me best ta do good by her.” - Billy Jenkins

“Da broken man wif love all around 'im is blind to da beauty before 'im." - Billy Jenkins

“There's not much man can control, all but the words that tumble like devilry from his tongue.” - Beutler De Niro

“I'm a business man, and everywhere I go I see business in black hearts and lies that shake the soul.” - Beutler De Niro

“Many have described me as a monster, but I'm human, and that's what makes me so dreadfully horrific to all who witness my blood stained revelry.” - Beutler De Niro

“Do you know what lies do to man? They sit, like a guillotine's shadow over the good man's neck, slowly wilting away their sense of self like a rose decaying to black. And eventually, through the lies of cruelty, the good man dies, and from his corpse, the husk of a wolf begins to rise.” - Beutler De Niro

“Any man will pull the trigger if told it's for his own good. Anyone will sin under the light of anonymity. We're monsters beating in black hearts, convincing ourselves that in our deadly sin, that we're human. But we never were. We never will be. We haven't been human ever since Cane rose a stone against Abel, ever since Eve took a bite from the dead man's fruit.” - Beutler De Niro

“Don't mistake my kindness for the truth, my friend.” - Beutler De Niro

“I've seen misery in the form'a rusted hatchets and dusty black coats bitin' at the wind, but I ain't gonna let this murder'a crows be the damn death'a me.” - Dolly Rainbolt

“I'm a spurred boot outlaw, kickin' her way ta freedom as the bastard sons'a darkness open fire at the girl they just can't catch.” - Dolly Rainbolt

“Some folks think power's found in the edge of a revolver with a hammer pulled back. But ya could never fire power from a dead man's gun. Power always came in the form'a good people helpin' other good folks make it ta sunrise. Power's found in the good hearted, in the justice bound, in the heroes and do gooders'a this world.” - Dolly Rainbolt

“I refuse ta stand by as bad men get their kicks at the edge of a hatchet's malice.” - Dolly Rainbolt

“The sunrise waits for all who sit in the dark, and the stars shine for all those who are lost. No matter where you go, light always shimmers, preparin' to let ya back inta her gentle embrace once more. Don't dare lose yerself ta the delusion that redemption don't come for those who've hurt." - Dolly Rainbolt

“I've been a dead man walkin' ever since I first dug a grave, and under that shallow dirt, two men lie. Ol' Thomas Quisly and Margrave Ed'Collinmellow. And together, they rot, like shadows under the light's festerin' grave.” - Margrave Ed’Collinmellow

“Welcome ta the wastelands, where the weak become blood on the strong's teeth, and the strong stand above like a shadow'a survival and misery.” - Margrave Ed’Collinmellow

“Good luck tryin' ta kill this vessel'a rotted flesh and hollow heart. My humanity was ripped into by stained, yellow teeth. It pulled away at the flesh. At the mercy. At the goodness in me. Until nuthin' but a festerin' heart'a sins sat where Margrave Ed'Collinmellow used ta be. Shadow, and cruelty bit inta my heart and tasted the redness in me, stainin' their teeth with innocence and purity. Until all that ran through my veins was dark.” - Margrave Ed’Collinmellow

“The world's gone quiet these days, all but the moans'a hunger that come from the wax white graves'a man. And here I stand, just like the biters and creepers that shamble and bite.” - Margrave Ed’Collinmellow

“Ever since my mother was taken from me for the things she did to survive, I've been left out alone like a criminal amongst the dead and weary. I've spent my whole life fighting a war, just trying to survive. Just trying to get back to my mother. But fate tore us apart before it brought us together, and all I can do is clutch these memories and whisper, "I wish you were here." - Hazel Winchester

“On the dark and grimed streets I met insanity, reflected in yellow teeth and cold blue eyes. They called themselves the unforgivables, and as my death flashed in the silver of their knives, I knew why they could never be forgiven. They made a warrior out of me, but I won't thank them for these wolves' claws.” - Hazel Wincester

“I wish my mother was here to tell me how to survive. To wrap me up in her tattooed arms and tell me everything's going to be okay. But she's a broken piece in my memory, always bleeding me. Always reminding me that she's not here.” - Hazel Winchester

“Always reminding me that she's not here. I speak in the tongue of violence. My words have become steel clashing on steel. My song has become blood on innocent hands. And this language I speak has become teeth gnashing and biting at the good in me until all that remains is the survival, in me.” - Hazel Winchester

“I'm a lion lookin' ta the grey and empty sky, wonderin' why the only color I see is red.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Dare not walk inta the shadow of the circus, where bad things are done in the dark and plastic teeth rip inta the hearts'a the frail and weary.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Wherever I go, there's a siren callin' me name in strobe lights'a red and blue, tellin' me I'll be the last one standin' in a murder full'a crows. But here I sit, as the one beast I can't tame, my heart nocturnal, my ribs broken by the beast that rattles in my damn chest.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Look deep inta the eyes'a those who preform and you'll begin ta find it's pain that drips from their tears. Our laughs are made'a glass and we're just the beasts taught how ta dance. There lies no beauty in this paradise, for Eden's been consumed by a serpent's maw, and the angel who swore ta protect lies silent in the belly'a the snake.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Long ago I asked life what I'd become, and as I stared at a pool'a my own blood, all I could see was a red lion reflected in me pale and hungry eyes.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Life is lived at it's best when it's simple. When it's beautiful in it's odd and whimsical mundane fantasies.” - Beckett Cruvell

“My thoughts and who I am just don't align, cause as things begin to change, my regret stays stagnant. And it claws at me, ripping through my throat as it says, "I wish you the best with me by your side." - Bartholomew Stiller

“I've spent my whole life wanting to bring justice to the cruel, to bring peace to the good. But as red and blue sirens blare in my head, coloring the smoke and fog the color of justice and division, I begin to realize I'm just a gunshot echoing between my own dead eyes.” - Bartholomew Stiller

“Who am I past this anger? Past these sins? Past the gunshot fired off in rage and bitter consequence?” - Bartholomew Stiller

“Some secrets are better left undug, but there I stood, shovel in hand, unaware it was a grave I dug for myself. And as I fell, clutching at roots and dirt, I came to realize looking for secrets in the dark is like playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded chamber. And damn, man. I just pull that trigger.” - Bartholomew Stiller

“What a wonderful world it is, ink, rippling like blood in the water, stars blinking out as humanity whither and dies like a daffodil God forgot.” - Azralos Crossvine

“Do you wish to kill me? Good luck. Killing a man with such power is no easy task. For his words live on in the empty hearts of the men and women who stood so gleefully under his boot's shadow. My words live on like a growing weed in the garden of Eden, choking the life from the roses and leaving a bush of thorns behind. It's not so hard, killing a man with simple phrases such as, "You are saved," And, "In the eyes of God, you are forgiven." - Azralos Crossvine

“I've watched men put a gun against their temple and pull the trigger for the grace of God. I've watched people leap from cliffsides to appease the clouds and stars. I've got blood on my hands, and they are drenched in the kind of words that kill.” - Azralos Crossvine

“I was just a young and dumb shot in the dark, hurtling toward a target he didn't know shared his damn name.” - Avian Browdy

“I stare heavy into the empty eyes of fate, and with a broken claw, he carves bits and pieces of me away from myself, until I can hardly call myself human with these puzzle piece scars etched into my damn skin.” - Avian Browdy

“You know, an old friend once told me monsters look just like us. They share our eyes and pretend to be human, but when they smile, and the sun glints pale on their fangs, you best know to run head over heels to escape a fate of claws and reddened maw.” - Avian Browdy

“Peace don't live in the man mercy forgot but hate remembered.” - Avian Browdy

“Shadows exist as extant forms of us, and as regret claws at my throat, I know it left it's scarf behind in my life, only to come back for it years later and fashion it into a noose around my fucking throat." - Avian Browdy

“People break you down and cast their stones against you, just to say, "That's life, better get used to it before it kills you." But cruelty was never life, just death coming for the hurting souls early.” - Gabianna Santinos

“The cruel and hateful look for justification for what they've done, condemning they who they've hurt just to feel as if they're righteous in their cruelty, in their hate. But there was never any justification in hate, just the way our emotions bleed onto others. Like a red rain coming from the dark clouds of our misery.” - Gabianna Santinos

“You can't spend your life wasting away into emotions better left spoken. You've got to let the truth speak for you when your words can't.” - Gabianna Santinos

“Mistakes are what we learn from, they build who we are, but they also leave scars. Truthfully, I'm haunted by the things I've done and the people I've hurt. They sit in my mind like ghosts who just don't wanna leave me be, reminding me that worst parts of me are the ones running the show.” - Sam Wormwood

“She saw past the worst parts of me, and told me that she was here for all of me, not just shards and pieces of me. But these days, it feels as if I'm a wayward archer with an arrow that never flew. My arrows sit in my heart, like holes of loyalty and intention. I'm always bleeding. Because I've got blood on my hands and memories I wish I could forget.” - Sam Wormwood

“As I looked into the eyes of someone I called brother, and saw nothing but cruelty in his eyes, I realized who we're around influences who we are. And I'd become cruel in the search for brotherhood. But as he swung his fist, and I laid him in the dirt, it still felt as if karma would come for me with eyes I recognized.” - Sam Wormwood

“I have to wonder if that's an angel or regret lying on my shoulder.” - Sam Wormwood

“I was just a rough and bruised country girl lookin' for a fight 'til I met her. And all of a sudden, as she pressed her lips 'gainst mine and told me I was loved, it felt as if my bruises and scars were healin', fadin' away like stars as the sun gently wraps it's arms 'round the pale orange sky.” - Morice Bronzinheit

“We're all burdened souls, buildin' up our strength ta lift the weight'a the world. But we never realize that we don't oughta do it alone. Ya see, we git this idea that our burdens are ours ta carry, and ta have another help us lift that weight would be selfish. But those who love ya are always willin' ta stand by your side and relieve ya of the burdens that leave ya crippled, gaspin' for air in an empty heart.” - Morice Bronzinheit

“I'll never come ta understand why folk choose ta succumb ta rage and cruelty, but he who pulls the trigger ta end a life's no soldier. Just a killer dressed in noble intentions.” - Morice Bronzinheit

“Home ain't some place you can go. It's found in the eyes'a love, in the hearts'a family. It ain't where you're born, it's where you felt like you could truly live." - Morice Bronzinheit

“It seems his flickering smile follows me wherever I go, and when I look into my eyes, it's his I see.” - Pamvera Wendellburn

“Every now and then, my sorrow comes for me. There is no end, nor a beginning, just circles and circles of sorrow as I dance my way around the edge of misery.” - Pamvera Wendellburn

“I sit like a softly spoken sorrow at the bottom of my ribcage, weeds and black rot growing out from my promises, out from my lies, until I can hardly call myself a garden with all this decay in me.” - Pamvera Wendellburn

“Being who I am's such a lonely, quiet thing. It feels as if I'm cursed to this circle of sorrow and remembrance. And whiskey was always easier to swallow then the idea that I'd never return to myself. Easier to swallow then the tears, the grief, the anger.” - Pamvera Wendellburn

“All my life, I've been a bruised knuckled, broken glass kind of woman, anger running like blood through her veins, fist always curled back, jaw always clenched. Because life was a fight and I'd spent my days losing.” - Avarell Boneson

“I'm an angry serenade, followed by the slight echoes of peace. But as my daughter wraps a blanket around my scarred shoulders, and tells me I'm her hero, it feels as if I've always had a place in this world. And it's to protect that girl, full of spunk and curiosity for a world that don't leave girls like her be.” - Avarell Boneson

“I've always been a fighter, but what becomes of the warrior when she's no more battles left to fight? When she's no more reasons to throw her fists?” - Avarell Boneson

“I've lived my life in a violent blackout, and I've hardly been who I am. But as I hum my daughter another lullaby, and my sister tells me I'm her hero, it feels as if I'm falling together into a person that's me. I've been cold steel and wildfire smoke for too long. I just want to be the peaceful melody that lulls my anger to sleep. But my rage sits in my curled up fist, and as I clench my jaw and prepare for another battle, I know life's not through with this wounded warrior yet. So I put rage into the chamber of my revolver and let it fly." - Avarell Boneson

“You know, my brother used to tell me that he's met death a thousand times, and as the world began to fall, I began to wonder if it was all the ghosts he'd met, falling like angels from the wounded and burning sky.��� - Ash Plucker

“I used to fight who I am, my knuckles bloodied from wars I never should've fought. Because hiding from yourself is such a strange, accepted kind of misery. But as I cut my hair and traded my dresses for a leather jacket and old, torn jeans, I felt like I was slowly beginning to become me. I'd always known I wasn't a girl, but I'd never wanted to be a man either. So I'll just exist, I'll be me, and that's all I ever really needed to be, huh?” - Ash Plucker

“Cruelty never had a place in this world. It echoes on the tips of bad men's tongues, justifying it's existence by claiming it's name is survival. But if you cast it's shawl aside, you'll soon realize blood for blood was always just cruelty in disguise.” - Ash Plucker

“I've spent my whole life trying to avoid this person I am, tripping over identities that weren't me, covering my face with paint to kill the scars that whisper the story of how the joyful girl died. I've got a heart made of cracked and fragile glass, and whenever someone dares whisper who I am, it crumbles into my stomach and I bleed on these pieces of my heart.” - Amorith Vesbly

“I've never known peace, all but when Heather touches a rough hand against my cheek and tells me I'm hers'. She loves me as I am, and just as the sun loves the moon, she's here for me in all my phases, loving whichever emotion chooses to rear it's head and bare it's teeth. If it weren't for her, I'd be long gone, drifting away into the empty just to avoid this person I am. But she makes this heart of mine a bit less lonely of a place to hide.” - Amorith Vesbly

“I wish I was a war cry, but I'm just a fragile whisper, and the only ones that can hear me are the ones that care enough to listen. To everyone else, I'm just a ghost sitting on the edge of her identity, as if she wanted to leap, but didn't have the courage to fall.” - Amorith Vesbly

“I swear, those I loved follow me like ghosts in the smoke, and just as I close my eyes and think I'm okay, I find myself fading away into memories too close to forget, but too far away to crawl back to.” - Amalda Greene

“I'm haunted by the heat on my skin, by the smoke and cinders in my lungs. My mind's becoming a grave, haunted by my memories ever drifting, and no matter where I go, I can't escape this ghost of who I've become. My mom would tell me to put it all behind me, put on a brave face and think of better days. But honestly? I don't think better days are coming.” - Amalda Greene

“Life ain't just some sorrow bloody repeated, it's every mistake ya made on the way ta success.” - Vinceta Dallifritz

“We're all questions ta ourselves until we earn da courage ta find da bloody answer.” - Vinceta Dallifritz

“Power, I've learned, makes inhuman monstahs outta 'umanity, moldin' the good like clay, wettin' it's hands in the blood'a da merciful until da peace is no more.” - Vinceta Dallifritz

“I once looked to da skies and asked for somebody ta shatter me so I could become somebody new. And out of these broken pieces, I built somebody worth bloody bein'.” - Vinceta Dallifritz

“Some people want to stick to lies, just as lies have stuck to them, but we can't really find peace if we're at constant war with the truth.” - Rust Ashena

“In truth, I'm not made of stone. My bones are fragile and easy to break, my emotions whir like glass in my head, and my hands are scarred with blood and broken nails. But I'm a soldier.” - Rust Ashena

“In all this war, in all this pain, I must at least remember, I've got people who fight for me. In my garden of black petaled roses and problems, a single rose stands, like a bloom of red I'll never come to understand. When Camallo pulls me into his embrace and tells me he'll never let go, I know that at least in his love, I'm safe. He holds me while I fall apart, threading my stitches back together as I begin to unravel. Often, I feel six foot under all this doubt, all this pain, all these scars, but Camallo's always there, shovel in hand, ready to dig away at the mourning man's grave.” - Rust Ashena

“On the edge of the horizon, I see a silver lining, and I start to believe it looks like his smile, like the way his fingers curl into mine, like the way he looks at my scars as if they were a beautiful tattoo telling the story of the way I died and was born again.” - Rust Ashena

“I was just an x value I couldn't understand, trying to catch my answers in the wind as lies drifted on by. But it feels like, when Melania took my hand in hers' and told me she loved me for the very first time, I'd finally found the answer to who I wanted to be. When she pressed her lips against mine, everything began to fall into place, every question became an answer, all the unknown became known, as if my heart had always known what it needed.” - Glorice Shaywalker

“It's not the bruises that matter, or the scars, but how we let them heal.” - Glorice Shaywalker

“I'll always remember the way the gunfire echoes and ripples, as if it was a stone skipping across a lake of all the lives it would touch.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“I heard once, that she who fights for the world is very rarely fought for, and as I struggle to get to my feet, I've come to learn no one's fighting for me, and it's my own feeble fists I must raise.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“My ribs are etched with what it took to survive, my tongue wet with the blood that fills my mouth when I bite down on my tongue to keep these emotions in my skull.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“My body's a battlefield, and my heart beat sounds like a bullet casing hitting against the crimson river.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“A man I look up to once told me that we're not strong, just broken, trying to carry the weight of the world with two human hands. And as my sister looks at me, swearing up and down I'm her hero, I begin to realize heroes exist only in the eyes of those who haven't tasted war on the edge of their tongue.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“I used to be a question to the world, lost in doubt and visions of who I could be. But as I embraced myself, and found my answer hidden deep in my little beating heart, I knew this is who I was meant to be. People ask us to change while they stay the same, lost in ignorance and hate until it becomes the air in their lungs and the tears in their eyes.” - Amanda Blaze

“I was lost, stumbling in the dark, until the light of my identity flashed like a torch in the horizon. It was only for a moment, like a whisper, but it was enough for me to follow the memory of the warmth and light I felt when I was accepted as I am.” - Amanda Blaze

“Love lives in all of us like a seed, and we're just waiting for someone to come along, not afraid to get their hands dirty as they dig through our identity and scars with loving, gentle human fingers.” - Amanda Blaze

"I watched all my friends become strangers, and I'm just sitting here in their shadow wondering why I couldn't save them from the darker side of life. But I guess monsters always look at us with eyes we sadly recognize." - Jess Mercikal

“We're all looking for someone who makes us feel safe and comfortable in who we are, and when I look into my daughter's eyes, and I feel my wife's hands on my cheeks, I know I've found my safety. And I'll never find myself falling without knowing I'll survive the landing.” - Alicia Winnefred

“Life can seem so complicated, but all it takes to live is a few simple things that make you, you.” - Alicia Winnefred

“Some people say we die much before we ever live, but if you've done it right, than as you lay down for your final rest, you'll have lived, and lived, and lived, and in some odd, beautiful little essence, you'll never die. Because flowers will bloom on your grave, and that's where you'll sit, like a smile that never forgot the sorrow that made it shine so bright." - Alicia Winnefred

“I am a lie so often told, and in the pen of sheep I sit, draped in white wool with dapples of red, waiting for the opportunity to rip my teeth through the feeble skin of truth.” - Akolzo Cometsphire

“My heart never beat, my mind never felt. The rare times I did, feel, was in the emotion that rippled in a dying man's eyes.” - Akolzo Cometsphire

“The sheep is easily fooled into thinking he's safe, because so often wolves wear wool on their backs and kindness in their smiles, hiding the blood behind their fangs and murder behind a handshake.” - Akolzo Cometsphire

“I'm just a little spider, spinning his web and watching in glee as the fly finds himself caught, struggling and festering like murder flashed on the newspaper headline's. With hungry fangs and blood filled eyes, I descend on the weary fools caught in my web of lies, sinking my teeth into their skin and ripping scars into their minds as I taste them, like a tragedy on my lips.” - Akolzo Cometsphire

“My friend, gaze to the midnight sky and tell me what you see. Stars, twinkling with wishes, or specters of something that was once beautiful, shining in the dark like a grave marked with a corpse instead of stone? And then, I want you to look into my eyes, and tell me what the night sky means to a man who spills blood as if it were ink on a page, spilling into poetry and prose. I'm a vessel through which murder and lies see. Nothing more." - Akolzo Cometsphire

"Mercy is a fool's game for a cruel man." - Bovine Thukkit

"The most fearful foe of all is the one that haunts you with a long dead friend's smile." - Maxmillius Sharonbew

"Boy, you think that was death? You ain't met death 'til ya've felt her fragile, cold fingers on the edges'a your back and spine. You ain't met death until she stares back atcha with cracked glass eyes as ya look inta the old mirra. Death, Martin fucking Hatcherfly, tasted like barbed wire, bitin' down on a thirsty tongue." - Apollo Dreadful

"My anger claws at me feral, like a woman raised by wolves. Biting, clawing, scratching at the corners of my heart and skull, as if her teeth were made to kill and her claws were made of steel. And there's somethin' so temptin' about the beauty of the anger that lost it's peace in the gentle maw of wolves." - Kurizo Chandlewick

"The dark came in quiet whispers and deadly screams, as if the sky had ripped into itself, thrashin' and howlin' with the light of a thousand dyin' dreams. And that's what his shadow looks like. Them wolves are lightnin' strikes in our sky, and he's just the heavy clouds full with rain and thunder." - Miallo Strawburry

[queenof-literature]

A Sick Wild Child - Chapter 2

Time was extremely frustrated, and he knew the other boys could tell. The pup’s protege hid an injury from all of them and suffered because of it. An infection was now coursing through his body and while he would make it to the other end, the recovery process would be painful and longer than the average sickness. Time had seen infections such as this one. They caused severe illness, stabbing pain, and horrifying delusions in extreme cases, and Time wasn’t ready to see one of his boys in that state. But he was the unofficial leader of these boys and he would make damn sure they were all alright in the end, no matter what it took.

Time looked at Wild’s face, squinted in pain in his sleep, and sighed. He had sighed a lot with these boys around, mainly in exasperation. Wild was a work in progress but no one minded, they all had their traumas. But Wild couldn’t seem to understand that he had people to care about him deeply all in their own ways. And that saddened all of them.

Time took one last look at Wild’s pained and scarred face, and turned his attention to the boys around their brother-in-arms.

“We’ll stay here for today. It’s not the best decision, but Wild needs rest and is in no condition to travel. We’ll do as Hyrule said and take turns keeping watch over him. This infection is bad and he will need help getting through it. Four I’m trusting you with cooking something edible. Sky, you’re in charge of keeping Hyrule away from the cooking pot.” Time held back a smirk at Hyrule’s noise of indignation. “Twilight you can keep an eye on the cub for a while but I expect you to rest and eat. We do not need another man down if we hope to make any progress tomorrow. Let’s get Wild into his bedroll and we’ll go from there.” As Time said his last sentence, he gently scooped up Wild in his arms, one around his shoulder and the other behind his knees. Wild let out a groan and Time felt a stab of guilt for being part of the reason behind his pain. Wild seemed to instinctively curl further into Time, most likely because Time was wearing his armor which was cooled with the morning breeze. Time smiled slightly at the childlike actions of the young hero.

Once Wild was situated in his arms, he started to head towards Wild’s bedroll, with the rest of the group trailing like lost puppies, all trying to think of something to do to help. ~ Wind was worried. All of his band of heroes felt like the older siblings Wind never had. He resented being treated as the youngest and therefore most delicate, but the group had let up after a small amount of time when they realized how much their babying bothered him sometimes. But Wind appreciated how much they cared for him. He loved all of his brothers and bonded with them over different things. With Wild, he bonded over the sea and coasts of different Hyrules. Wild couldn’t sail like he could, but he did have some funny stories and experiences. Like how he electrocuted himself trying to fish (How?). Wild didn’t talk to anyone at first, so when he finally had a conversation with Wind, although short, Wind was ecstatic. Asking question after question about his journey that Wild patiently answered with his limited usage of his voice at the time. What was his favorite color? Where did he get his tunic? It’s blue like his present from his grandma! Why did he keep his hair that long? Does he just like it that way? Eventually, Warriors had to step in and tell Wind to let Wild breath when he saw the shy teen becoming slightly uncomfortable with the attention, but their relationship was close after that. Wild would always let Wind braid his long hair as he cooked and always listened to his stories about the Great Sea and Tetra and her pirate gang. It was really nice. And now he looked on the brink of death!

When Wind found out from Hyrule that Wild was hiding an infection, Wind was sad. Wild could have told anyone! Wind wouldn’t have made fun of him! He knows what it’s like to be babied and if it bothered Wild that much they could tell Time together! Wind knew he shouldn’t be offended, Wild was just starting to get used to touches and talking for long amounts of time in their small group. He still had a ways to go with teamwork and they all knew that. But Wind just wanted Wild to be okay. And he would be. Wind would make sure of it. Aryll still needed to meet all of her new older brothers, and he had enough knowledge of his grandmother’s soup recipe to assault Wild with bowl after bowl until he felt better. ~ As Sky watched Wild being carried in Time’s arms, he felt disheartened. Wild was one of the last people in Hyrule to deserve to be in the amount of pain he was clearly in. Sky looked at Wild leaning into Time’s hold and smiled, at least slightly, at the sight. It took a team effort, but Sky was the person who first touched Wild without a flinch. When it happened Sky kept calm and smiled on the outside, but on the inside he was screaming with joy. It was a simple hand to the shoulder but it was one of the biggest steps Wild had taken so far. Time had been the first person to touch him out of the group in the beginning. Trying to put his hand on Wild’s shoulder as a welcoming gesture after he joined, only to have the poor teen jump away like he had been burned before Time even made solid contact. He then quietly excused himself and went to the back of the traveling group. Anytime anyone would touch Wild in a friendly manner, he would bolt. It took Sky a while after that to attempt contact, he didn’t want the poor guy to be terrified of him! One night while they were having a conversation around the campfire, the subject of Wild’s past came up. He looked like he was trying not to shake while he told the horrifying story of Guardian lasers, memory loss, and loneliness even before Ganon. He kept looking to Twilight, who would give him encouraging smiles, and Sky assumed Twilight had tried to get Wild to open up a little, and the main story all just spilled out. He could see the look of horror and sympathy on his fellow traveler's faces, and Twilight looked like he wanted to reach out but was scared of Wild’s reaction. So Sky made a terrifying decision. If this didn’t work Wild would most likely flee into the forest for hours so he had to be cautious.

Sky made eye contact first with Wild first, so that it wouldn’t be a surprise, He then slowly lifted his hand, not above his face in case it looked in Wild’s mind he wanted to hit him. And slowly Sky brought his hand down on Wild’s shoulder. He didn’t flinch! Oh, thank Hylia he didn’t flinch! Sky would relive that terrifying moment over and over again if it meant he would get to see the precious ways Wild’s eyes lit up when he too realized he didn’t shield away. ~ Wild was the craziest motherfucker Warriors had ever met. He had seen that kid hop on a Lynal's like a horse and ride it for as long as possible. He had watched him light forests ablaze, ride bears in his underwear and jump off the highest cliffs into the water below. So watching that same feral gremlin being so still except for the occasional wince and whimper was like a blow to the chest. Warriors really enjoyed the company of the kid when he wasn’t being batshit insane… well even then, it was fun to watch. Legend and Warriors may bicker at least 3 times a day, but when it comes to the safety of one of the younglings in their group, they might as well have been telepathic. The second Hyrule asked for potions Legend and Warriors knew what to do. Warriors knew he probably shouldn’t have taken Wild from his mentor when they returned with the potions, but he wasn’t thinking about anything except making sure Wild got better. Although Warriors would never admit it, this was the kid that taught him to properly tame a horse.

He was used to the castle steeds for the most part, or horses that were at least slightly domesticated. But everything in Wild’s Hyrule lived up to its namesake. So when Warriors and Wild were alone one afternoon passing time near a stable, Wild offered to teach him. Warriors wasn’t necessarily scared of the wild horses but he didn’t feel like getting a kick to the chest and end up with a few broken ribs to end the evening. When he told Wild as such, Wild simply laughed and told him to pick one. He picked a horse that looked pink in the sunlight, and Wild ran off to tame it. She was a stubborn one but after many falls to the ground and giving Warriors about five heart attacks, Wild brought him the horse. She was then named Bella and Warriors fell in love with her gentle but stubborn personality. Wild taught him to train a wild horse to stay on the paths around his Hyrule and to adjust them to wearing a saddle. All the while Warriors couldn’t help but marvel at the pyromaniac Hero of Wild being the most gentle being in Hyrule and cooing at the horse to calm it down when she was spooked. It made Warriors feel an odd sense of pride. And from the moment Wild registered Bella in the stable for him to visit whenever they returned, Warriors knew they were brothers. ~ Wild once told Four that he was a calming presence in a group full of chaos, which was funny coming from the God of chaos himself. While Four’s eyes sometimes twitch involuntarily at Hyrule and Wild’s antics, he didn’t try to stop them unless it was terribly dangerous. Four knew Wild was called that for a reason, he needed to be free to an extent. Four enjoyed talking to Wild. They didn’t need to talk about the past, or the present, or the future, they could talk about anything they wanted. It could be somewhere about their adventures or the weapons they liked. Well, Wild’s favorites before they broke on him. That’s one of the things that worried Four the most, Wild breaking weapons, bows, and shields. He could tell from the way Wild fought Guardians that at least one scar was from his shield breaking at the wrong moment, forcing him to take the Guardian’s laser head-on. And Hylia above wasn’t that how he died in the first place? Every time something broke on Wild, it sent a spike of paralyzing fear shooting through his heart. Once a sword broke on him right as he was making a risky move to attack a bokoblin from Warriors' Hyrule. He almost didn’t make it out of that one.

Four decided then and there that he would make something to last. The next time he had access to a forge he spent days crammed within, not letting anyone in except Time and Legend to get their opinions. He wanted it to be one of the best swords he had ever made. Finally, when it was finished, he surprised Wild. He presented it to Wild when he walked with him at the back of the group on a clear day to not overwhelm him with other eyes on him. Wild was doing better at socializing and chatting at the front of the group, but sometimes he got overwhelmed and lipped to the back. The others would check-in by simply asking how he liked his surroundings or something simple, but didn’t crowd him. Four presented the sword a little awkwardly, just now realizing how slightly out of the blue it was. It was a sword that had a sky blue tint to it, similar to the color of Wild’s tunic, and Sky had helped him paint the flower, Wild had called it the Silent Princess, going up along the blade of the sword. Four knew the paint would be chipped but he wanted it to at least be beautiful when it was presented. When Wild saw it, and then realized it was for him, Four could have sworn he saw tears gathering at the corners of Wild’s eyes. Without thinking Wild jumped on Four in a hug and murmured thank you’s over and over until his voice was slightly hoarse. At first, Four didn’t know how to respond. Twilight hugged Wild more and more now that he was getting used to touches, but he had never seen Wild jump into one so enthusiastically. Four gladly returned it after a moment of shock.

Except when Wild didn’t use it, he was worried he had made a mistake. He asked Wild about him not using the sword he made. He assured Wild he wasn’t offended, but he needed to know if something was wrong, like if the balance was wrong. Wild blushed a deep red and stumbled through an explanation, that he was terrified he would break the blade Four made specifically for him like he breaks everything else. Four had to assure him a million times that using it was what it was there for and he could forge another, but Wild still rarely used it. But Four made him promise he would use it if he needed it and Wild agreed. As far as Four knew, it was still in peacefully tucked in his slate. ~ Hyrule didn’t know how he had become the unofficial medic for the team of heroes. He supposed it was because of his healing magic, but still, it was a stressful job when someone was seriously injured. This job got ten times more stressful when it was his best friend, who was more stubborn about “being fine” than even Twilight and Time, which was quite impressive.

Hyrule had bonded sooner with Wild than most of the others except Twilight and Sky. Hyrule believed that as wanderers, they were both just drawn to each other, like they knew what the other had experienced. Both felt at home off of the main roads, running around the forest among the mushrooms and trees. They were mildly responsible at first until Hyrule learned of a beautiful art called Shield Surfing, then it all went downhill, literally. Wild taught Hyrule the perfect hills to use this ancient technique passed down from the Gods themselves. It was hard to find his balance at first, but once he did they spent the afternoon crashing into each other and giggling like madmen. Until Wolfie finally found them and dragged their asses back to camp.

After that, they always snuck away when Hyrule was antsy or Wild was overwhelmed. Sometimes Hyrule would use Wild’s slate to take dumb pictures like when Wild surfed right onto a Lynal. Or other times, they would just lay among the fireflies and look at the stars and talk, or sit in comfortable silence. No matter what, it helped them cope with the changing worlds around them. After all, the stars still existed in every Hyrule. ~ When Wild was better Legend was going to kill him. The idiot had hidden a stab wound from them, and then gone and had let it get infected. Now he was in pain and whimpering and there was nothing Legend could do. Legend had made the promise that he wouldn’t get attached to any of these so-called heroes when they first all came together. Their jobs were dangerous and caring was a liability. But as time went on and more Links joined their little ensemble, or band as Wind called them, that got harder to do. Now Legend had to grudgingly admit that he cared for all of his brothers-in-arms, even Warriors he supposed.

And now one of them had gone and gotten himself sick and infected. It wasn’t fair, Wild didn’t deserve this. But life wasn’t fair, Legend had learned that very quickly. Legend had to admit he really loved this dumb fucking kid. He was fun and loving and had overcome so much. Legend was wary of him at first. He had been completely silent, barley even signing when they first met. But Sky, Twilight, and Hyrule slowly coaxed him out of his shell, and one night they both couldn’t sleep, so they both happened to be at the fire. Wild had been scrolling through his slate, and Legend had asked how much it could hold. So what? Curiosity got the best of him. Wild quietly answered his questions and showed him his armor. Legend and Wild talked for hours about the fascinating things they collected (not hoarded like Warriors would say), and how they were of use. Wild seemed scared of his reaction to all of his jewelry and what he called the Gerudo vai outfit. When Legend asked to see one outside the slate since it seemed so finely made, Wild’s shoulder seemed to lose some tension and he brought out his Sapphire Circlet. The two simply talked for the rest of the night, and some more serious topics were brought out, such as Wild’s fear of crowds and strangers. It was sometimes hard to tell when a Yiga Clan member was ready to jump out and attack him if he didn’t talk to them first. Legend told him vaguely of some adventures and how he didn’t like falling asleep because he didn’t want to dream anymore. He didn’t elaborate far, but Wild understood after the Shrine of Resurrection. After that night the two began to interact more, and enjoy each other's company. And if anyone else saw their bedrolls closer some nights, or Wild shuffling closer to Legend in Castle Town, no one said anything. ~ Once again his cub was suffering, and once again there was nothing Twilight could do. As he watched Time carry his cub away, he felt sick himself. He would never regret taking on Wild as his protege, not for a single second. He loved that kid like he loved the kids in Ordon. He was his little brother and he deserved the world. But all he got was pain. Twilight was frustrated, of course, Wild hid an infected injury from them for Hylia’s sake. Wild was getting better about trust and coming forward with problems, but he still had a hell of a way to go.

Twilight flashed back to a night some time ago. When Twilight was on watch one night, he heard shuffling and quiet murmuring. He turned to see Wild in the midst of what looked to be another nightmare of his death. He was already a wolf, using his heightened senses for hearing monsters, and raced over, careful not to wake anyone. He nudged Wild with his snout as Wild jumped up with a strangled scream. His haunted eyes turned to Twilight and latched onto him and sobbed into his fur within a matter of seconds.

“I-I’m so-sorry Twi I-I-didn’t mean to bother you. B-b-but this one was so so bad Twi.” Wild sobbed as his voice cracked. Twilight took a risk and shifted back to his human form to talk to him. If Wild wanted him in his wolf form he would shift back instantly. Anything to make him feel better. Wild continued to murmur apologies and Twilight's heart broke. Wild could never bother Twilight with his problems. Hylia knows he has far too many for his age. Twilight lifted the cub into his lap and hugged him fiercely as he rocked back and forth. He ran one hand through Wild’s disheveled hair as he whispered soothing words into his ear. Telling him to never be sorry for feeling things. It wasn’t healthy to keep them bottled. Wild’s hands clutched Twilight’s pelt as his sobs slowly turned into soft hiccups.

“Do you need to talk about it?” Twilight whispered as he still rocked Wild. When he received no answer, he looked down as far as he could to find his cub fast asleep, tucked in the crook of Twilight's neck, hands still clutched in his pelt. Twilight let out a small chuckle and stayed like that for the rest of his watch, throwing a rock at Warriors’ leg to wake him up for his turn. Warriors was about to yell at him, but then noticed the small teen in Twilight’s arms. He gave Twilight an understanding smile and took his watch without protest. No one knew who took the picture on Wild’s slate the next day of Twilight and Wild curled up under Time’s cloak, and Wild never had the heart to delete it even if it made him slightly embarrassed. Even if he did, Wind had an extra pictograph. ~ Twilight smiled slightly at the memory. He calmed down slightly when remembering how many people cared for their Wild Child.

[haledamage]

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gonna talk about two of my newer girls because I can :D

Iorwen Emroth (Shepherds of Haven)

Her eyes are a very, very dark blue, like the late-twilight sky. Her iladrin makes them look either sapphire blue or pitch black, depending on time of day, lighting, and her mood.

She has curly silver hair that comes just past mid-back. She wears it down most of the time, but when she’s working she wears it in a braid so she can hide knives in it just in case. She doesn’t really need more knives - she has so many knives on her at any given time, two more stilettos hidden in her hair aren’t going to make that much difference - but better safe than sorry.

Between her silver hair, night sky eyes, freckles, and magic, her mother used to call her a lot of astral-themed pet names. “My north star” was a particular favorite of Iorwen’s. She wishes her mother had been alive when she got her Ket tattoo, but she always thinks of her when she looks at the words--”child of the stars.” A lot of her other tattoos are also constellations and star maps, continuing that theme (but also because she thought it looked Magey and is kind of cocky-as-a-defence-mechanism in regards to her magic. Like, if she uses her status as a Mage as a shield to keep people away, no one can turn around and use it against her as a weapon). She’s also an Astral Order Mage (Healing specialization), so really she’s just star-themed through and through. I really should have given her a more celestial name, I think :P

Ket-blooded, obviously, since she has a Ket tattoo :) when Iorwen was younger she wished she’d been born with arma instead of magic, thought it would have been easier. Norms would have still seen her as Other, but being a Mage made her feel like an outsider even among other Diminished. She grew out of it, of course, and loves her magic now, wouldn’t trade it for the world, no matter how much her kind (and herself) are hated or mistrusted, but… well, when you’re twelve years old, all you want is to be like the other kids.

Has a pretty bad scar from her left cheek, down her neck, ending just below the collarbone. Someone got in a lucky hit with a sword. It probably would have killed her if she wasn’t a healer, or at the very least ended up with a much larger scar and possibly lost her eye. Her opinion on it varies wildly from day to day, anywhere from “this scar is disfiguring and I’m hideous and no one will ever love me” to “this scar makes me look tough as shit, I’m a survivor dammit, look at how badass I am” - though most days it’s in between those two extremes, she doesn’t even remember it’s there or doesn’t really give it any thought beyond a “yep, that’s still my face.”

A sixth bonus fact since the first one was so short, Iorwen is my tallest OC (so far) at 6’1” / 185.5cm. This means that the only ROs taller than her are Blade and Red.

Natalie Shaw (Mind Games: Obsession)

Nat would love to just settle down somewhere as a motorcycle mechanic. Maybe in another life, where she isn’t a superhuman whose very existence is technically illegal. She loves motorcycles, though, and even though her own bike is now scrap metal (rest in peace, Nighthawk), she likes to hang out in biker bars and pick up hot bikers talk shop.

She has a flower vine tattoo on her right forearm, which covers up her old self-harm scars. She’s found (or is finding, it’s a work-in-progress) healthier ways to deal with how overwhelming her telepathy can get sometimes, but the tattoo helps… soften the blow, as it were. Makes the memories behind the scars a little less harsh. Reminds her that she’s still growing.

Nat keeps a bag of essentials packed in the trunk of her car at all times, just in case. It’s got a couple days worth of clothes, some cash, some other necessities. She’s always ready to run if she needs to. She always expects she’ll need to. If not today, then maybe tomorrow; if not tomorrow, then soon. It’s, uh, probably not a healthy mindset, but it’s a safe one for an Alpha. It’s why she’s still alive.

Even though I call her Nat, no one in her life really does, they all call her Natalie. Her dad calls her Nat, sometimes. Sylvia used to, before… well, before. She doesn’t really have any friends close enough that she’s comfortable being on a nickname-basis with. She’d like to get there with the team, but it’s too soon. (probably Iri starts calling her Nat even before she says anything about it, because he’s like that. Blake probably picks it up not long after. I could see Fawn and maybe Adontis asking permission to call her that after Iri and Blake pick it up (which she’d let them), but I feel like Freja and Locke would always call her Natalie no matter what… though I may have Adontis and Freja backwards here, I don’t know them really well yet)

One of my more heart-on-her-sleeve OCs. Most of my girls have masks or walls that they keep up between them and the world at large, but Nat spends so much energy trying to hide what she is that she just doesn’t have the capacity to also hide who she is. Says what’s on her mind more often and with a bit less tact than she probably should. Good news: very witty and mostly a kind-spirited person so even though she’s blunt, she usually doesn’t have anything mean to say. Bad news: if she doesn’t like you, you’ll know it, and in such a way that you’ll probably want to punch her. She’s definitely had her nose broken at least once and she definitely deserved it. Neither good nor bad news: a very bold flirt, because she doesn’t see much point in not being upfront about it? Though I think this is gonna change once her attraction stops being purely sexual and becomes more romantic because that’s new and she doesn’t know what the fuck to do with that.

[ramblingsofachristiannerd]

for ALL FOUR of you kotor ocs: Sky Turquoise Alabaster Linen Cinnamon Cedar Mahogany Grey

ahhhh thank you friend!! these were so fun to answer (this got long haha sorry everybody) 

Sky: what is your favorite time of the day?

- Revan loves quiet, tranquil, dim periods like dawn and dusk, when the world seems to be standing still. He’s not an especially early riser, so twilight is automatically his thinking time. He loves watching the stars come out.

- Bastila loves early morning, when the sun is fully risen but everything is still quiet. She uses it to train and meditate in the comfort of her own company.

- Meetra likes late night. She’s a night owl, and typically does her best thinking when everybody else is asleep.

- Malak likes midmorning, when everybody is up but before lunch. That’s when he’s at his most productive so he can relax in the afternoon.

 Turquoise: are you good at communicating your feelings?

- Meetra is excellent at communicating, but doesn’t talk about her own feelings much. This can lead people to mistakenly assume she doesn’t have problems. When she does open up, rarely, she’s good at breaking complicated things down into understandable terms.

- Revan is not very good at talking about his feelings, and very much by choice. Usually because he’s convinced himself he doesn’t have any feelings to talk about, and he’s very circuitous in his language. When he’s in a healthier emotional place, he’s able to be much more honest and direct.

- Bastila is similar; while she never denied that she had feelings, she would try her hardest to ignore them, and getting her to open up was comparable to pulling teeth. Upon reaching a healthier place, she is honest and wise.

- Malak is a great listener, as well as being very observant and self-aware. But he doesn’t talk about his feelings, mostly because he thinks no one wants to burdened with his problems.

 Alabaster: what is the most recognizable thing about you? What are people most likely to notice about you when they first meet you?  

-  His height, for Malak. By the time he stops growing, he sticks out like a sore thumb in any crowd.

- Meetra’s freckles.

- Bastila, no matter what she might say, is…strikingly pretty. She doesn’t have any unusual features, but she does stand out for it.

- Revan is fairly average-looking, if a little on the short side. He’s really not that noticeable, and he’s liable to disappear in a crowd. People that don’t know him well could easily forget precisely what he looks like. After the events of the story, his most distinguishing feature is probably the scar across his face.

 Linen: what clothes do you wear to work?

-  They all wear the standard Jedi robes, but add their own flair:

* Meetra is all about comfort. Her clothing is soft and loose and plain, and her pale blonde hair actually enables her to pull off brown. Think along the lines of what Obi-Wan typically wears.

* Revan is all about functionality, but he also knows the power of cultivating a certain image around himself. His clothing is practical, typically in darker colors like black and gray, but the most striking part of the ensemble is of course his mask, taken from a slain Mandalorian at the start of the war. He wears it as a warning to the Mandalorian people, and also as a reminder for himself of what he’s fighting for.

* Bastila is training to be a temple guard, so she incorporates more armor into her look. She typically wears colors like dove gray.

* Malak looks good in most darker colors, but he also likes adding a splash of red. It reminds him of home.

 Cinnamon: which of the “cinnamon roll” memes fits you best?

- Bastila: looks like a cinnamon roll but would actually kill you

-  Malak: looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll

- Meetra: looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll

- Revan: looks like he could kill you and would actually kill you

(man this squad is all about representing four - they’re the four elements, the four Greek personalities, and the four cinnamon roll memes XD i didn’t even plan this haha)

Cedar: how old are you?

-  Revan is 12 when the Jedi find him, and 25 when he becomes a knight and goes to war (there’s a time skip a little ways into the first part of the story). The war ends when he’s around 30/31.  

- Malak is 11 when he joins the Jedi and 24 when he becomes a knight. The war ends when he’s 29/30.

- Meetra was raised in the Jedi Order, and she’s 8 when she meets Revan and Malak. She’s 21 when she becomes a knight and joins the war, and 26 when it ends.

- Bastila is a good deal younger than the other three, being only a Padawan when the war starts. She’s around 22/23 and newly knighted towards the tail end of the war, and when she meets the three more experienced fighters. She’s always had a keen head on her shoulders, and she’s older and more experienced when they start seriously exploring their feelings for each other, so the age difference between her and Revan was never really an issue.

 Mahogany: what is your moral alignment?  

- Revan is Chaotic Good. He acts the way his conscience directs him with little regard for order or established systems. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He combines a kind heart with a free spirit, but this works against him when he disregards valuable input from people in authority.

- Bastila is Lawful Good. She’s disciplined, keeps her word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. She combines honor and compassion with a respect for authority, but has a problem with criminalizing self-interest and self-care.

- Meetra and Malak are both Neutral Good. They do the best that a good person can do and are devoted to helping others. They work with authority, but do not feel beholden to them, doing what is good without bias for or against order. They both lean a little more towards the chaotic end of the spectrum, but not as much as Revan. 

 Grey: introvert, extrovert, or ambivert?

- Meetra and Revan are hardcore introverts. They like being around people they know, and don’t even mind crowds where they can disappear, but extended time forced to interact with people quickly drains them, and they need time to themselves to replenish their energy.

- Bastila is also an introvert, but not as obvious as the other two. Extended social interaction wears her out, but she’s good at hiding it and doesn’t need as long to herself to feel refreshed.

- Malak is the only true extrovert of the group. He doesn’t mind being by himself, but still gets his energy from being around people, and there’s no limit to his capacity for social interaction.

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Young Wolf, pt. 8 (Twilight AU)

Summary: Knowing the danger they’ll face, Shawn and Y/N prepare for the Volturi to arrive...just not how Shawn imagined they would.

Warnings: sexual references, swearing, angst, fluff

Word count: ~ 2.1k

Young Wolf - Series Masterlist (Twilight AU)

Y/N couldn’t tell if the room turned so quiet or had her senses been numbed with the news Eleazar gave her. If she were human, her poor heart would be running an arrhythmia as her mind raced toward an electrical storm of anxiety induced panic attacks. But she isn’t human, which is exactly why she’s in this position.

Just as her emotions grow to be overwhelming, a soothing wave of calmness washes over her and pulls her back from the very dangerous ledge she found herself hanging from. When a human loses control, they drink themselves to oblivious or hook up with random strangers, even start a fight. When a vampire loses control, they slaughter entire cities before they’re stopped.

That’s why Y/N sent a thankful smile in Jasper’s direction, one he received with a curt nod. Jasper has certainly been helpful with her transformation and although she’d usually complain about his influence on her mood and hunger, today she appreciated it.

“But I can’t even do anything.” She frowns deeply, thinking her forehead must be creased with horizontal waves that showed just how worried she is, but when she tilts her head up to meet Shawn’s eyes, seeing her own reflection in them, she’s almost disappointed her forehead is perfectly smooth, unaffected.

Shawn leans in, brushing his lips against the cool surface of her forehead, turning his cheek to rest there for comfort just as his arms around her tighten and push her so close to him that it’s hard to tell where he ends and Y/N begins.

“That will change, little vampire.” Eleazar assures her, the amazement in his eyes never quite dissolving. If possible, Y/N could have sworn it grew.

“To have the ability to talk and manipulate any animal, bending them to your will…The potential your power holds is infinite. You could rule the world and I don’t mean the supernatural aspect of the world we live in, but THE world. All you need is proper motivation.” Eleazar draws out the last bit, enthralled with his own vision of what Y/N’s future could be and that’s when it dawn on Shawn just what he meant when he said the Volturi would be dangerous to his imprint’s well being.

They could influence her to leave the Cullens and him in return for their protection, but work with them to achieve this ungodly plan Eleazar concocted. She could be killed for her power instantly, so they would be certain she can’t overthrow them once she’s in control of herself.

Neither option benefited them.

“That’s enough Eleazar.” Carlisle interrupts, seeing Shawn and Y/N huddled up in fear and agony of what’s to come. In his mind, Y/N is his child, his family and he’d die before something happens to her. In fact, he just might in a day’s time.

“Don’t worry, young wolf. Your fate is tied to the girl in your arms. Should she die, you will too. Should she become Queen, you’ll be her King. Either way, you won’t be apart for long.” Eleazar smirks, stepping back by his mate’s side. He didn’t hide his curious gaze, but the distance between them helped Shawn breathe again.

“So what now?” Rosalie stands, her lips pressed together and her eyes burning with rage. She’s angry, Y/N can tell. But she’s no longer angry at her for sleeping with Shawn and accepting him as a soulmate, rather with the world and the silence in the room. Everyone seems to be lost in their own worrisome thoughts, no one daring to speak a sound.

“Well?!” Rosalie raises her voice enough to get everyone’s attention, but no one can truly say they have a plan. Y/N hides her face in Shawn’s chest, listening to his very frantic heartbeat as her emotions begin to rise and push against Jasper’s effect.

“If she runs, they’ll assume she wants to do just what Eleazar said.” Carlisle points out, sighing in resignation.

“If she stays, they might want her to join them. They might see her as a threat.” Jacob adds, looking to his pack member and brother with compassion and a silent promise to be his imprint’s defender. If anyone, Jacob knows what it means to have your imprint threatened by Volturi leadership. He’d fight for Shawn to never feel the agony he almost felt.

“And kill her for it.” Jasper finishes.

Y/N places her hands on Shawn’s chest, gently pushing herself away from him. She didn’t want to leave his embrace, much less see the hurt flash in his eyes as she did so, but she had to. Standing on her own, stepping away from her warm moonlight lover, Y/N approached Alice who sat beside Jasper with her hands folded in her lap.

“What do you see Alice?” Y/N asked her quietly, afraid of what the answer may be. She shivered, bending down as Alice refused or couldn’t meet her eyes. At face level, her hands resting on Alice’s knees, Y/N spoke.

“Please.”

Alice blinked, her lips parting ever so slightly. Her amber eyes flickered to Shawn and back to Y/N, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“I can’t see anything. It’s like the future doesn’t exist.”

Y/N stands abruptly, shaking her head.

“How is that possible?” Bella questions, asking what everyone’s thinking. After her last brush with the Volturi, Bella didn’t look forward to seeing them again.

“It just is. No visions, nothing…Just dark.” Alice spoke as if in shock, her eyes fixating somewhere in the distance, looking through everyone.

“So…we all die?” Shawn’s tone is higher than usual, showcasing his worry for all to see. He didn’t mean to let his emotions show, but when it’s about Y/N, he can’t help it.

Selfishly, he wants more time. He finally found his soulmate and he wasn’t ready to accept the fact he had no time to be with her. He envisioned his entire life with her, a small infinity of their own to explore the world and love one another until there was nothing left. Until civilizations rise and fall, until the Sun is no more. That was his plan. He can’t just let it go.

“I don’t know.” Alice breaths out, her eyebrows furrowing once more as her lips press together in a thin line of frustration. It’s the first time she didn’t have an answer to any questions asked.

“Shawn.” Y/N only speaks his name before moving outside and away from all the tension. Shawn doesn’t hesitate to follow after her, like gravity itself is calling on his feet to move. He could feel she wanted to be alone, but his heart couldn’t stop the flutter that came with the realization that she wanted to be alone WITH HIM.

The moment he steps outside, he finds her already gone. Smiling to himself, Shawn quickly shifts and follows her scent to wherever she goes. He doesn’t mind her taking control, especially now when she’s in a situation where she can’t obtain any control over what happens. If that helps her even in the slightest bit, Shawn would let go of the reigns and relinquish any power he has.

All for her.

Always for her.

Shawn’s seeing in tunnel vision, only looking at the trail that leads to her. He fails to notice the beauty in nature as his paws pick up space, not admiring the newly discovered colors as all he cares is catching up and seeing her once more. Even a minute without her is time wasted, especially if all you have left is time measured in minutes.

He’s surprised to find her at a cliff, one overlooking waterfalls and a chasm he’d die if he fell to it. While she’s almost indestructible, he’s anything but and yet the collateral beauty in their difference is why their love holds so much worth in comparison to what he envision for himself in the past. He doesn’t have to worry about her being injured or dying in a freak accident as he’d be if she were human, but his worries have surpassed the trivial and landed in a category of its own. Ancient vampire society…not something he thought would be his main concern for the future. Alas, we don’t always get what we want.

Shifting back to his human form, Shawn looks around for a familiar tree with a stash of clothes to wear. Only to realize there isn’t one. This is so far into the Cullen’s territory, far pass anything he’d seen by now. Bare as the day he came into the world, he sits on a large rock, happy it’s a flat surface and hopes his downstairs area will be unaffected. He’d stand beside her, but he didn’t want her to think he’s a weirdo for being naked while she’s fully dressed. He didn’t want her to think he’s pressuring her for something in a situations they’ve been pushed into. He didn’t want her to have any reason to question him at all.

Turning on her heel, Y/N cocked an eyebrow as her eyes slowly traveled down his body, taking him in entirely. She looked at every inch of skin like it’s the silkiest, most beautiful fabric she had ever seen. Her gaze stilled on every round muscle, every hair that decorated his toned body. Her lips parted at the scar in his lower, right abdomen, one that signified he could get hurt and his skin can be easily scarred. It reminded her he could be taken from her at any given moment, bringing forth an aching pain in her chest.

Shawn cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting so his privates are concealed from view out of respect, mostly because he was sure she’d notice he was already throbbing for her. His animalistic side would love to have his way with her, probably going for round two by now, but his human side knew she deserved respect and a choice, most of all a moment to collect herself.

“Still shy after last night, huh?” Y/N teases. Corners of her lips curl upwards, tugging her lips until the spread into a smile, one genuine and loving, disarming for Shawn.

“I wouldn’t say that.” Shawn plants his palms behind him, leaning into them as his legs spread casually, giving Y/N a pretty big view to take in. She casually glances at him, only to shake her head and giggle.

“I was talking about your blushing cheeks, not your dick, but I’m not complaining.” Shawn’s eyes widen as his confidence crumbles, but she’s by his side in a blink of an eye. Tips of her fingers trail delicately along his thigh, making Shawn close his eyes and his head fall back.

“Easy there wolfy. Not going there just yet.” She breaks the moment he hoped would lead to pleasurable ecstasy she gave him the night before, but he fails to let her know. Instead, he smiles at her, sitting properly once more, his hand enveloping hers.

“I won’t let anything happen to you tomorrow, you know that. Don’t you?” Unlike his usually cocky persona, the Shawn sitting in front of her is shaky and scared, but for all the wrong reasons in her head. She knew he was scared for her, instead of taking care of himself. He’s the fragile one in their relationship and it unnerved her how casual he is about his own safety. She couldn’t understand why he believed that she’d be able to continue her life without him by his side if he sacrificed himself for her. She needed him just as much as he needed her and for that reason alone, she decided to channel whatever power she holds within and use it if it becomes necessary.

One night to find that flicker of hope inside her and help it turn into flames that will devour the Volturi. If they try to attack and destroy what she holds dear, she’ll make sure they go down with them.

She always had a stubborn defiance most considered a fatal flaw, but it had become her greatest virtue. Closing her eyes, Y/N concentrated with all her might on a call she knew might not work. She focused on the task, ignoring Shawn’s attempt to talk and his touched and tugs, knowing she had to try. If she didn’t, all she’d get in return is dead bodies of people she loves. Shawn’s body on the pile as well.

And it’s when she hears a growl and Shawn muttering ‘fuck’ under his breath. Opening her eyes, she sees the majestic cougar she had envisioned, circling menacingly. Instead of being afraid, Y/N smiles, bending down to face level with Shawn. Her right hand grabs the back of his neck and her other rests on his face.

“I am not going to let anything happen to YOU.” She uses his own promise, watching the cougar leave them be.

“How about we take advantage of your current look?” Y/N kinks her eyebrow, indicating her desire for him as she licks her lips and without any further explanation connects her lips with his.

In her mind, she had the proper motivation Eleazar spoke of.

She had her Young Wolf.

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Please do not repost or claim as your own, thank you.

These are future versions of The Mane Six in my Next Gen series, the Upsy Daisy verse. The designs might change overtime and maybe I’ll do full body versions but I’m happy how they look now.

The bios aren’t as long as the others, I’m still trying to work things out and if I explained everything it’ll be, like, 10 pages. Currently, the Upsy Daisy Verse is canon compliant up to The Best Gift Ever so Season 9 ain’t included. I know it’s not begun yet so it’s too early to judge, I personally just don’t like the idea of Twilight and the others becoming rulers of Equestria. But, hey. Maybe it won’t be so bad and I might include it. We’ll see.

Anyho, onto the bios!

Twilight Sparkle and Pinkie Pie are happily married with two daughters Bright Eyes and Berry Bubblegum. Pinkie took to wearing a bandana and eventually cutting her hair short due to Twilight complaining about her hair shedding everywhere. Technically has the official title of Princess Consort Pinkamena Diane Pie but has never acted royally and, despite a bit of added chub and wrinkles, is still the same ol’ Pinkie. As well as being Princess Consort, Pinkie has moved on from Sugar Cube Corner and started her own commission based cake making company and from time to time is called to organise a party. Twilight also cut her hair alongside Pinkie, which wasn’t easy since at that point in her life her hair turned Alicorn galaxy wavy-level. Unlike Celestia and Luna, she isn't immortal and is grateful for that, despite stressing about wrinkles. Don’t worry, though. Pinkie always saves enough kisses for each one.

Rarity tends to wear more jewellery these days and has taken to wearing her glasses permanently since her eyes are gradually getting worse. Probably just as well. She’d flip if she saw how her faded her hair looked. She is also married to Fancy Pants and they have two sons, Chuck Lindsneigh and Ace Dandy, and one daughter, Opal. Aside from those things, Rarity remains Ponyville’s favourite fashionista.

Rainbow Dash has changed a lot since her younger days. Her wife (then partner), Spitfire, was involved in an accident that caused her to be paraplegic from the waist down. The couple retired from the Wonderbolts and Rainbow became her full-time carer and well as active soccer mum to their children Tornado Rush and Lickety-Split. Rainbow was happy to help but she was constantly stressed. Not only was she taking care of Spitfire but she also attending all of Rush’s transition appointments (Tornado Rush is a trans woman and transitioned as a teenager) and dealt with a rebellious son. Eventually, things worked out but the stress took its toll on her appearance. She still swears she finds more wrinkles and grey hairs every day.

AppleJack became a tough, stubborn and no-nonsense, big ol’ country mama, just what everyone expected from the owner of Sweet Apple Acres. Her physical appearances are minimal. She has the odd wrinkle here and there and now wears her hair a bit differently. She also has a small bit of her ear missing from a Timberwolf attack. She is married to Rockhoof, her Pillar counterpart, and they have twins, Pale Umber and Orin.

Due to having three children with chaos powers and taking care of the animals, Fluttershy also cut her hair shorter to save herself from tying it up all the time. It also turned paler rather than grey but she doesn’t mind a little white hair. She perhaps took motherhood a lot better than her friends, practically second nature to her, though she still had her own unique troubles. In her older age, Fluttershy has taken to wearing long scarves and pashminas since she claims to always be cold. Her husband Discord, however, suspects it’s to hide the scar on her neck, which she received on a rescue mission to save their eldest, Upsy Daisy. The pair also have two sons, Lucky Bug and baby Hullabaloo. My Little Pony (C) Hasbro

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I’m gonna guess you wanna know more about Pearl??

So, here you go, some facts about Pearl ~

1.) I honestly wasn’t going to name her anything...just like the other’s that are part of Ezra’s story she wasn’t going to have a name.... The Eight have names, but I don’t know what they are other than hers and it was a toss up between Pearl and Opal. She has an actual Eliksni name but, yeah idk what it is XD

2.) She’s albino, her ‘skin’ isn’t as scaly and any dermal ‘plates’ she may have are very smooth and soft. She’s not as tall as other Dregs, standing about five foot four and she d o e s have all four of her arms. Pearl will get sunburnt if she doesn’t cover up, even when its cloudy outside she runs the risk of sun burn.

3.) I haven’t quite decided on what she’d sound like if she speaks or even if she can speak...but she is curious by nature and can be described as somewhat friendly. Out of the Eight she is the only one who will really ‘hang out’ with Ezra. *Fun Fact about The Eight: They absolutely know the truth about what happened the day Arlo and Ulfar were murdered, they k n o w 110% that Ezra is innocent and they are the reason w h y her and Revenant survived.

4.) Pearl wears Ezra’s old apron dresses!!! She modified them with a second set of sleeves and a longer under ‘skirt’ to account for the height difference between herself and Pearl, she also added expanded panels to the sides to make up for the Fallen being bigger than her. She d o e s have dreg armor and what not but the others in the group explicitly forbid her to fight because of how ‘fragile’ she is.

5.) Because she’s ‘fragile’ Pearl grows her hair, feather, filament....strand, things out long. She does have scars from abuse she suffered in her old House as well as weakness of her arms due to excessive docking at Guardian hands - As she’s Albino and v e r y r a r e Guardian’s imprisoned her during the early city age/six fronts/twilight gap and would cut off her hands/arms to keep in the belief they were ‘lucky’ (think like a Hand of Glory or a Rabbit’s Foot).

6.) I know I mentioned she was curious by nature and friendly ~ Even though she was abused and treated terribly Pearl tries hard to maintain a decently positive attitude. She is initially skittish, quick to flee/hide or cower if aggression or raised voices are used (Pearl is v e r y v e r y quick and will absolutely use her cloaking tech to her advantage to H I D E!!) but, like wild song birds, if enough patients and gentle/slow motions and words are used she’ll become a very good friend ~ (I think XD)

Uh, yeah...that’s, all I got right now O w    O; I think if people showed enough interest I’d totally make her a side blog in the future, but for now she’s just a sweet little background character.

B O N U S: I bought coloured pencils a few days ago (I haven’t had them in about fifteen years....I honestly n e v e r colour a n y t h i n g unless its just little accent colours XD) so I’ve been practicing my skills on Pearl!

L O L you can see Risen Ezra XD