#when picrews i do turn out good >>>>> bless

[saevus-brutalis]

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐚𝐠

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 — @noirapocalypto 🖤 to create yourself using this picrew

hair color doesn’t match coz i bleached my roots but there are never bi-color options like this so; at least the haircut is on point 🤝

[loganwritesprobably]

One Piece OC #1 - Crocodile's Mother

All the art I originally used for these characters, which is more true to them, was AI art that I found on pinterest and didn't initially realise was AI. I won't share those, but I'll add a picrew to try to get the vibe across

TW: Brief mentions of previous miscarriages + mentions of abuse by partner and to child (all under the cut)

Annalise Griffiths Crocodile

Cis female, she/her, straight Partner: Oliver Griffiths Child: Crocodile

Annalise was 66 when she died, standing at a massive ten feet and four inches tall, though her body was slender. Her father was Italian, with a Swedish mother, and they moved to a new island where she met her husband when Annalise was sixteen. Annalise was fluent in Italian, which she taught to her only son. She called him polpettino, translating to little meatball.

Crocodile wasn't the only child that she became pregnant with, but due to mistreatment by her husband, he was the only child that survived to term. Her little miracle, her rainbow baby.

Oliver began beating Annalise after a few years of being married, when she'd not managed to conceive yet and he was getting deeper into his family's criminal business. At first she defended it - he was stressed, and he was always so sorry. She lost a total of five babies before she gave birth to Crocodile, and the only reason he survived is because Oliver often disappeared for long periods of time for his work - and he was gone for the entirety of her pregnancy.

She hoped that he would stop after Crocodile was born, because now he had a child - a little girl, who looked so much like him - maybe this would be a turning point.

It wasn't.

Annalise spent the next sixteen years of her life taking beatings to prevent her child from sustaining them. But Crocodile was brilliant, and good to her, and so smart. She wasn't foolish enough to think he didn't know what was happening, he'd known for a long time.

While she'd been struggling for cash, Crocodile had been helping around the neighbourhood doing any jobs that needed doing. It was a town with an aging population, so often the jobs were manual labour, and he took anything he could get. Crocodile grew to tower over both his mother and father, and became quite muscular from years of work.

The last time Oliver came home, Crocodile was the one to answer the door, and he beat his father senseless. When Annalise came home, having been out baby sitting as she often was, she found her son on the living room floor, bleeding sluggishly from his wrist, where his hand used to be. She blamed herself for that until the day she died.

In order to earn money, both so she and Crocodile could survive and also so that she could give money to Oliver when he came home demanding it, Annalise worked as a baby sitter. There were a few young couples in their town, amongst the elderly, and Annalise babysat any child that needed to be babysat. It didn't pay amazingly, but it was enough until Crocodile turned thirteen and began helping.

One of the children she babysat was called Venus, and she was somewhat of a sister to Crocodile. They grew up together, with her just two years older than him, and when she stopped needing to be babysat at age fourteen, she continued to be a presence in Annalise and Crocodile's lives.

She was left in their little village alone after Crocodile left to become a pirate, but he'd done so with her blessing. Venus had left after marrying a shipwright - and Annalise had suspected that she was already pregnant. She died in that little village, hoping her son would make something of himself.

[adimelymanner]

Sweetest, Biggest Fan

This will literally waste your time so...you’ve been warned.

Just based off of this picrew (mine is last) because it gave me crazy Bakugou fan vibes. I’m not going to wait because it will end up like the other things and never see the light of day so apologies if there’s editing mishaps. I know it’s Feb but new year new me!

Words: 1.2K

Warnings: This plays with the Yandere theme so keep that in mind. No smut, no “kinks” of mine, just a random post that I already warned you about ,but see you are refusing to listen and need to learn for yourself...

Honestly it’s just me being a menace writing about a menace...Also this didn’t paste how I wanted so... enjoy 😉

Begin Scene 👏🏾

Anyone else would have simply turned off the television. Or maybe pause and squeal with joy that the real life Dynamight was going to be in the same neighborhood at such close vicinity. Hell they might even call up their friends to start planning a meet up at the location. But fuck that - you weren't just anyone. What would be nothing to anyone else sent anger pulsing through your veins, but who could blame you? You were his biggest fan. When you saw the interview with that wretched bakeshop owner a few blocks away on the news stating that Bakugou Katsuki “Lord Undercut” Explosion Murder (and greatest hero in your mind) would be gracing them with his presence you were almost happy. Almost. But that damn woman with her damn rosy cheeked smile seemed soooo thrilled that her rank little shop had been damaged by him during a villain pursuit. So thrilled because the incident caused the agency to force Bakugou to make an appearance once they reopened to get business back up and running. You remember her lips stretching ear to ear sharing that she would make him the best dessert he had ever tasted. 

You scoffed. She was so annoyingly enthusiastic, but he didn't even like sweets! Pathetic. Of course you weren’t surprised, not everyone knew him like you did. The poor girl was just stupid is all but it still pissed you off. You weren’t jealous you just knew he didn't want to subject himself to wasting his time because you knew him. She wasn't even his type! How could she be? She wasn't you. You wanted to wipe that little smile off of her face and knew just the way to do it. It was an efficient way to kill two birds with one stone honestly. Save him from wasting time and save her from the embarrassment. Heh maybe she would be calling you a hero afterwards, but there wouldn’t be a chance for her to get the words out. Unfortunately she wouldn’t have a chance to see him take his first bite.

You even got a little cute beforehand juuuust in case you happened to run into him. You were always prepared to see him. A turtle neck here, a pair of ass blessing leggings there and voila! Oh..and your spiked brass knuckles - a cute accessory and essential for handling your business at the bakery. 

It was late - surely no one would hear you. The neighborhood wasn’t that great, so the chances that someone would notice the sound of glass breaking when you took your metal bat to it was little to none. You didn’t mean to make such a rude entrance, it’s that bitch’s fault for locking the door! Honestly you didn’t have time to feel bad. You stepped into the shop, music still playing probably because she was either too excited to remember or she was still oddly in the shop. You didn’t care. You hopped over the counter, not even caring about the cupcake display you knocked over, it was probably stale anyway. If she was really a fan she would have made a fresh display for him, but no she didn’t and that’s why you couldn’t allow him to waste time on scrubs like her. Honestly the things you do for that man.

You made your way to the kitchen where you couldn't decide if it was heaven or hell. All of those (albeit delicious) delicacies on any other day would have called your name, but today you only thought about how people would be lining up in a matter of hours to have the chance to see him - YOUR idol dammit. The thought made you grab the nearest tart and  throw it against the wall. Ooh - that was therapeutic. You ripped the plastic off of the tray of cupcakes grasping one in each hand as you closed them within your fist feeling the cream filled dessert squish between your fingers. “Red velvet” you questioned as you sniffed the air - not bad. You slammed down palms first onto the table flattening two more as a jelly bursted out onto the table meeting their doom. Taking hold of a few cookies you crushed them together and twisted, making them crumble in your hand. The cakes at the other end? They tasted the ground as you swiped your arm shoving each one off the surface. The last thing it saw was the bottom of your boot as your shoe came down, filling the grooves of your sole with fudge icing and cake. After a quick game of hopscotch you took a break from stomping all over her precious time and continued your search.

There was a door in the back that was slightly cracked. That has to be it! You printed the floor with your icing covered footsteps, closer and closer until you reached the room and slowly pushed the door open further. 

Jackpot. 

You just knew the precious little thing wouldn’t leave the bakery. Back in the corner, sweating alllll that time before you figured out the hiding spot. Little shit probably knew what was coming. You were staring directly into the very thing that would cause your precious Dynamight so much trouble tomorrow.You were quick in getting close landing a nice swift kick from the side; you couldn’t wait to knock that bitch off the pedestal the media had delicately given up. You didn’t want to stop kicking but you wanted to get more personal. You looked down and took it all in, broken, leaking red on the floor admiring your work before you got on your knees and put those brass knuckles to use. It was almost too easy the way the spikes punctured through causing the dark rouge color to splatter all over your face. It was cold once it hit your face and dripped down your cheek. “Take that” as you landed another spiked smash. 

You were breathing heavily reviewing your work. Shattered and painting the walls it looked so pretty, so...tasty. You knew you had to leave soon but couldn’t help yourself as you took two fingers and swiped them across the red liquid bringing it to your tongue letting your taste buds relish in the moment. “Mmmmm”, tangy yet sweet, a delicious mixture of flavors coming from the cherry filling even after being battered into almost nothing. You almost felt bad for what you did - it wasn’t too sweet, he actually might’ve liked it. Still, you got up and made your way back to the front of the store reviewing your work as you strutted towards the window. People would surely be showing up early to see him, so you had to run home to make sure you were ready. He’s going to be so relieved! Maybe he’ll take you on a private trip to show his gratitude. You had saved him. You felt the crunch of the glass and looked back one more time. What would she think? Poor girl just had her bakery repaired... “Oh well”, you thought, “sorry it didn’t work out it’s just...I’m his biggest fan ya know? No hard feelings.” A toothy grin consumed your face as you hopped outside and waltzed your way home licking the cherry goodness off your lips wishing it was caramel instead.

[yiddyahara]

The Merchant Ace :: Liang Tao

Okay so I made a Genshin Impact oc, the images were made on picrew because I can’t draw but I am commissioning my friend after Christmas for art of him!

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BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Liang Tao

Age: 23

Height: 5’4 / 162 cm

Birthday: April 21st

Rarity: 4*

Weapon: Bow

Element: Cryo

Focus: DPS

Constellation: Vulpecula

Home Region: Liyue

Afilliation: Qixing

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“I doubt that the strongest in the room could escape my arrows. Would you like to try your luck?” - Liang Tao, The Ice Prince of Liyue Harbor

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INFORMATION

Liang Tao is a new government official in Liyue, having taken over management of sea trade and ports in the district. He works under Ningguang, and helps to keep the contracts with neighbouring domains firm.

After studying with several merchants for most of his teen years, Tao managed to secure a place amongst many who sought out a place in the higher courts — the Qixing. After much deliberation, the man was inducted into the Qixing and worked as a student under Ningguang.

His childhood was not a happy one, with his parents being murdered when he was just a small baby. However, he was quickly found by a poor fish merchant who happened to be passing by the area, who took the child home and raised him as his own. This was beneficial to the merchant, who’s name was Liang Xue, because his wife could not bear children.

Tao is very loyal to Ningguang and the Qixing, however he will do anything to secure his own personal benefits, even betraying the Qixing if it was the only reasonable solution. However, there is an agreement with Ningguang and Keqing that allows this betrayal, should it ever come to that.

Tao’s personality is very closed off, having shared very little about himself. He demands mutual respect from those he works with, but is kind in his own way to his subordinates and fellow Qixing members. He knows that the work they do is stressful, and understands when things go awry. However, he sometimes does not know when to stop speaking, having offended many with his blunt words.

Having run the fishing ports and sea trade business, Tao has had several run ins with Beidou, who treats him like a little brother. He appreciates this, and often shares a drink when she is in town.

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ATTACK LIST

Normal Attack: Stealth Arrow

The arrows are much quieter than other bow users, allowing him to slip the first shot without enemies noticing.

Ice Attack: Charging Ice

A charged shot that takes 25% of the targets health. Can also be used on objects to freeze them in place. Pairs well with hydro attacks for increased damage.

Ice Attack: Flurry

Tao can rapid fire 3 arrows within 10 seconds. These are pre charged shots that do up to 15% enemy damage, higher if weapon level is higher.

Cool down: 20 seconds

Special Attack: Summoner’s Rage

Tao can summon up to 15 ice arrows and sent them directly at a single target from his location. Has a distance limit of 10 ft, meaning he has to be semi close to his target for it to work.

Cool down: 45 seconds

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MISSIONS & QUESTS

Story Quests:

The Ice Prince of Liyue Harbour

Ningguang asks you to check in on one of the Qixing, but he is less than willing to cooperate. Can you break through his cold exterior and follow Ningguang’s request?

World Quests:

Those Who Fall Under

Tao asks you to investigate several unknown cargo ships off the coast of Liyue Harbour, worried they might have less than friendly intentions. What are they here for…?

Lost Packages

It seems like Tao’s employees have managed to drop several of his important documents on the way from a meeting in Mondstadt. Do you think you could find them and bring them back for him?

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INCORRECT QUOTES

“No, you may NOT use me as your wallet. Do I look like Childe?” - Tao to Zhongli

“If you committed a crime, Felt, I will hang you from the rafters. Unless they were my enemy, then, good job.” - Tao to Felt

“You may be pardoned by the Qixing, but are you pardoned in the eyes of the Archons?”

“For the last time, I do NOT need a step ladder!” - Tao when someone makes fun of his height.

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VOICE LINES

Hello...

My name is Liang Tao. Pleased to make your acquaintance, send all complaints direct to the Qixing.

Good morning...

Are you ready for the day to begin?

Good afternoon...

Ah, I think it must be time for afternoon tea with Lady Ningguang.

Good evening...

Care to watch the sunset with me?

Good night...

Don’t get lost on the way home. That would make too much paperwork for me.

Chat - Relax

I wonder if Felt will let me work in peace for a while...

About Tao...

No, the rumours of me being married are not true. Liyue just likes gossip.

About the Vision...

Many have been blessed with a Vision, however many can survive without it. Is it really necessary to put Vision wielders on a pedestal?

Anything to share...

My height is not a problem for me, I manage just fine. Although, Beidou and her crew sometimes mock me. 

About Felt...

He is not my child biologically, but having a small vision user turn up at your doorstep at ungodly hours really makes you do crazy things.

About Ningguang...

I respect Lady Ningguang quite a lot, however we don’t always see eye to eye on some things. But I trust her with my life.

About Beidou...

She gets me drunk. We like to have a drink when she turns up at the harbour with her crew. Good company.

About [blank]...

We do not get along. I know you’re supposed to respect the Seven, but the Pyro Archon and I have our fair share of battles... He just likes picking on me because I’m smaller than him, I’m sure.

More about Tao - I 

I don’t know my biological parents, but I’m sure they had their reasons for their disappearance. I wonder if they would be proud of me now...?

More about Tao - II

My father was a fish merchant, and my mother was a seamstress. They raised me well, I believe.

More about Tao - III

I often think about adopting a cat. Do you think Felt likes animals?

More about Tao - IV

It’s been a while since my mother passed away. My father and I often visit her grave together. I still have her hairpins, and wear them daily.

More about Tao - V

As a cryo user, I often get extremely cold. Felt likes to throw fur blankets over me when I fall asleep at my desk.

Tao's hobbies... 

I personally don’t have many hobbies, but I keep every gift from Felt in a special box.

Favourite food... 

My favourite food? Wanmin Restaurant’s Crystal Shrimp is a good snack.

Least favourite food... 

Almond Tofu. I don’t understand how that Adeptus can stand the texture.

Birthday...

Oh! How wonderful. Today is a special day, please do accept my gift. Maybe we can find Felt and enjoy a meal together!

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Battle and Exploration Lines

Added to Party...

Oh? You need my aid?

Don’t dawdle, I might be needed later.

Where are we headed this time?

Elemental Burst...

Now you’re making me mad..!

Stay still and accept fate!

The cold is biting, isn’t it?

Idle...

I wonder if Felt will let me work in peace for a while... (Chat: Relax)

I should really bring a gift back for my employees...

Maybe I should ask about sailing the ocean, it might be fun.

Knocked Out...

This is not... Over yet...!

So... Cold...

I’m sorry father, I have failed you...

[shizaaa]

basically a red riding hood ripoff I guess.

Also I wrote this at like 4 in the morning.

My punctuation is shit.

Swear words.

Way casual writing style.

Link for the picrew thing I made for my cover: https://picrew.me/image_maker/947708

Swag Master Purple Riding Hood

Once upon a time there lived a young girl who went by the nickname 'Swag master purple riding hood', her real name forgotten due to it simply not being as cool as she was.

She lived a very peaceful yet extremely cool life in a forest near some cliff with her parents. Everyone loved and respected her because she was just so cool (there were some jealous bitches but whatever). She basically lived a swag life and blessed everyone with her presence.

So one time while she was chilling with her animal bros doing whatever cool people do, her mother came out from inside the house and called her inside for breakfast.

Now while everyone naturally always respected and admired swag master purple riding hood anyway, she had an ability, which was basically that whoever disrespected swag master purple riding hood would (depending on the intensity of the sin) be punished accordingly.

For example: once a foolish and incredibly rude monkey was mocking swag master purple riding hood, much to the horror/ disgust/whatever of the animals there, and as a punishment his tail fell off. Dude basically got what was coming to him.

Anyway, so the parents ask swag master purple riding hood to visit her sick grandma to which she agrees because she likes sweet old grandmas . So off she went to visit her grandma.

Meanwhile on the cliff near the forest, two vultures were talking shit about swag master purple riding hood while waiting for their brother. An then the third vulture appears and goes "Hey I just overheard swag master purple riding hood say she was going to her sick grandma's house to visit her." Hearing this the other two had an Idea. They could make swag master purple riding hood lose her swag and everyone's respect by killing her grandma and eating her so she would have failed to protect her sweet old grandma. And so the set off to put their plan into action.

~Back to swag master purple riding hood~

She was coolly and casually strolling through the forest making all the animals feel honored and blessed by her presence when one of the vulture bros approaches her :"Hey there swag master purple riding hood," he said as he settled on the branch of a nearby tree. "I heard your grandma's sick."

"Yeah, she has a cold"

"Oh dear, how awful she must be feeling. Ah! I know! Why don't you pick her that one fruit she really likes from that one tree that's kinda far away, to make her feel better?"

Swag master purple riding hood thought about it for a bit then said "Yeah I guess she'd like that." and went away. This was it! This is their chance! The vulture flew away to inform his brothers and they went to the grandma's house and through the door, and started circling her, preparing to attack, and flew at her! When bam! An axe flew through through the air and just narrowly missed them. The hunter had arrived! He swung his axe around heroically and............................................................ still got his ass kicked. All hope was lost. But wait! There's swag master purple riding hood! She super kicked butt like the badass bitch she is (with all due respect and in a good way).

The vultures had Really fucked up this time. They super disrespected swag master purple riding hood and as a punishment were turned into humans and forced to slave away at a sucky job barely being paid minimum wage for the rest of their lives.

Moral:- Never disrespect a swag master

Credits:

Written by : Me

Inspiration: writing prompts

@catboyhomunculus

Others: my cousin

(For Lending me his notebook so I could write this shit out at four in the morning)

[voxmyriad]

I was tagged by @svartalfheimr AND @anstarwar so blessed!!

1. Why did you choose your url?

I've had this username since about 2009, it's who I AM.

2. Any side blogs?

I attempted, briefly, to have @myriadafterdark but it turns out I'm more likely to just put my spicy faves on my main

3. How long have you been on Tumblr?

Since 2011

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I do not, you'll just never know if I'm here or if I'm gone, although most cat posts are queued so I can enjoy them a second time in the future

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Supernatural...I got very into it with a friend at the same time that another friend had left LJ for Tumblr, so I stumbled around trying to learn things while sticking with LJ for the most part, until SPN times were done

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It's Britney bitch ME! This picrew was just too accurate to what I actually look like, and how I dress, and my sass factor. It is...my vibes

7. Why did you choose your header?

It's Ahsoka being a badass, because I love Ahsoka being a badass

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

Hilariously it's a viral post from 2012 with a link to an open letter that I told Tumblr to take viral, and it has 7,000 notes so I guess it worked, and the next-biggest post only has 465, but it's Bucky with Starbucks so I feel like it should have more

9. How many mutuals do you have?

51, one of whom is the second person I ever followed, and so many of you are from pre-Clone Wars eras, hello friends

10. How many followers do you have?

I did a post celebrating 501 and since then it has kept growing! So, so many more than I ever expected considering I generate original content so rarely! I guess I am a very good aggregator

11. How many people do you follow?

Around 200 but it changes pretty actively

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

Not on purpose, I don't post too often anymore but it was always actual thoughts and no nightblogging

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

It's hard to scroll back to the top of my dash now, but I still try...I'm trying to limit myself to an hour or so a day but it's an uphill battle

14. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

I am too old to fight on the internet anymore. Mute, block, move on, go outside

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

If it's something I want to reblog, I find an earlier part of the reblog chain that doesn't have guilt-tripping attached to it, but that sure is an easy way to keep me from reblogging something

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes! I'm excited to be doing them again!

17. Do you like ask games?

I do, although I rarely get asks when I reblog them. Then again, I rarely send asks to the person I reblogged it from...and you have to trade

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

What does Tumblr Famous mean, no one is famous here, we are all just gremlins

But I have some mutuals who are well known in local circles for their AMAZING ART and their INCREDIBLE WRITING

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I do not, and take it from Ba'vodu Myriad, it isn't usually worth it to get a crush on someone's internet presence

20. Tags!

Who hasn't done this? YOU should do it! If you want to!

[marshmallowprotection]

Im okay now... thank you. Although i do have a headache coming on now, unfortunately... but i logged onto class just a few minutes late w/ my cam off and it ended up being a free work period so like a minute afterward he told everyone to turn off their cameras anyways

That picrew you posted, doing one of them actually helped me calm down.. so i guess you helped me in two ways lol. Sorry for throwing that on you btw ^^"

...i just realized i havent eaten all day and it's 1:30 p.m. Imma grab a snack and hopefully i'll feel better once i eat.

[417]

That's good. Try to take it easy, it's okay. I didn't really have anyone to reach out to when I was younger to talk to so I like to be there whenever I can for others. I do what I can. I just remind people that they need to remember that while I can listen I can't fix everything for them. I can point you in the right direction of where to get help for yourself but it's ultimately your choice where you go after I say anything. I'm just always here to listen if you need a wall to scream at.

Assuredly get a snack. I recommend something light. Oh, and some water, that's always a good idea. I play a lot of dress-up games and Picrew is just the Rinmaru of today. If I'm too lazy to draw an idea. PICREW. Heaven sent. Bless.

[courier-sux]

“NPC” OC Meme

Tagged by: @its-sixxers​​ [art from amiiraux’s picrew] 

Tagging: @benny-gecko-official​​ cause I was brainstorming this with her, but also anyone else who wants to do it (as usual lol).

When I did the companion meme for Jackal, I kept her amnesia and grudge against Benny because it’s what made her ‘Jackal’ rather than someone else. For this, I’m going to write it as her avoiding Benny completely. No brain damage here, just REGRET!

Biographical

1. Would their name remain the same?

Nope! Jackal’s real name is Jade Maria (haha like the gun) Black. After waking up with no memory of who she was, one of her only possessions was an old revolver with her name carved into it. The grip was so weathered that she could only make out the letters JA__CK. She went by “Jack” until she met Vulpes in Nipton. Not wanting to give him her ‘real’ name, she said “Jackal”, as she’d heard of him going by “Mr. Fox”. The name stuck (that’s right, you have Vulpes to thank for it... gross). 

2. What about their family?

Her parents would both still be dead as they’d passed away years earlier, but her twin brother, Jace, would still be alive and wishing she’d write him a damn letter.

3. Where would they come from?

Jade grew up on a ranch in rural southern California, but she left home when she was 19 and has been on the move ever since. She’s traveled just about everywhere this side of the Colorado. A majority of her courier jobs still come from NCR territory, so that’s likely where she’s coming from.

4. Do they look any different?

No scar in the center of her forehead, and none of the surgical scars from the Big Empty. Jackal also has four playing cards tattooed on the back of her left shoulder that she gets throughout her journey as Courier Six — if that never happened, she would only have the first one (the ace of spades).

Occupation

1. Are their skills the same?

Jade was always a good shot, and most of her skills were learned from her parents, so it would almost be the same. The only difference is that she wouldn’t be good at sniping (Boone) or have as much experience fixing things (Raul and Veronica). 

2. What do they do?

She’d still be a courier. If deliveries fell through due to the state of the Mojave, she’d likely turn to other odd jobs like she had in the past. Caravan guard, bounty hunter, bandit, conman, mercenary — if it paid well enough and wasn’t too morally repugnant, Jade would take it.

3. Are they in the same area of expertise as they are in canon?

This would actually be pretty similar. Jade has always been good at bluffing, smooth-talking, and reading other people. If she had the free time, she’d probably end up doing pretty well at the Strip’s casinos. Rather than trying to broker any grand diplomatic deals, however, she’d probably just be trying to get a good deal on ammunition.

4. Are their achievements similar?

Absolutely not. Jade isn’t a hero, and has no intention of being one. Helping large groups of people or performing impossible feats isn’t in the cards. She’s just a drifter trying to survive, though that doesn’t mean she has a problem with putting a few bullets into any legionaries or raiders who cross her path.

Personal

1. a)  Would they meet or befriend/fall in love with the people they do in your canon?

It’s tough to say for sure. The only way she’d cross paths with most of her companions was if she had a delivery for that location, or she had some free time to hang around.

She’d almost certainly end up fixing ED-E when she visited the Mojave Express in Primm. It’s likely that she’d run into Cass, Veronica, and Arcade on her trip, but she probably wouldn’t stick around long enough to befriend them.

Jade is nosy and persistent enough that if the stars aligned for her to visit Novac, she probably would end up befriending and falling in love with Boone, but the chances are pretty damn slim. Which is a bummer :( (queue back to the future sequence where her and Boone’s future kids have to go back in time and make sure their parents meet lol).

b) If the answer is no, what do you think happens to those people in a world without your OC in their canon role?

Honestly, for everyone except Boone, their lives would probably be better off without Jackal in it, at least in terms of how often they almost died while traveling with her.

The Courier certainly has a big say in it. How Cass handles her caravan, whether Veronica leaves the Brotherhood, etc. — it’s up to them. But even if they helped Boone reconcile with himself, it’s doubtful that he’d be as happy as he is when he ends up with Jackal. Not that she erases all his problems... but she helps.

2. Would they be happier? Is life easier, or harder?

Amnesia is a blessing and a curse. The Goodsprings incident left Jackal with migraines, nightmares, and a struggle to figure out who she is/was. But she also forgot about a lot of things that she’d been carrying around for years. Things that weighed her down with regret. They catch up with her eventually, amnesia or not, but it bothers her less than it did before she was shot.

Jade’s past is the story of her running out on every good thing she’s ever had; her mom, her brother, and her lover, all of whom she believes would’ve been better off if she’d just stayed (even though at the time, she thought the opposite). Because she remembers her parents so well, she also feels as if she is dishonoring them by being such an amoral person. It’s also unlikely that she’d meet Boone, have a family of her own, or ever find a place where she felt she could truly stay.

TL;DR: Jackal has migraines, nightmares, and a crippling sense of loneliness. Jade has a lot of regret, guilt, and would probably never meet Boone. Both struggle with feeling the urge to run away even when things are good.

Jade’s life would certainly be easier, though she wouldn’t end up as happy in the long run. She’d be content enough — nothing more, nothing less.

3. What would they think of the person who has their role as player character? Depends on the choices that Courier Six made. Jade really wouldn’t have a problem with them unless they sided with the Legion, though she would certainly prefer that they made New Vegas independent. She doesn’t care for House, but she tolerates the NCR more than she normally does out of respect for her father.

Independent: Respects, maybe even admires them. Would buy them a drink. Might even offer a hand, if they’re lucky (or unlucky, depending on who you ask).

House: Thinks they’re unable to think for themselves, but would assume that the job paid well, which is motivation enough. Finds them boring more than anything else. There is nothing exciting about maintaining the status quo.

NCR: Mixed feelings. Understands the appeal of the order that the NCR brings and respects that they’re at least keeping the Legion away. Would probably call them a bootlicker behind their back, though.

Legion: Hates their guts. Would shoot them on sight if she recognized them but also wouldn’t go out of her way to track them down; she knows when she’s outmatched.

[nazali-md]

Get to know my apprentice!

1. Name? Surname? Goes by Scilla. Surname not needed.

2. Any family? Only faint memories

3. Any familiar? A smartass fly named Myiagros

4. Love Interest? Every single one. How does that work timeline-wise? You're asking the wrong person, I don't even know how my day is supposed to work timeline-wise.

5. Best strength in magic? Her biggest strength would be using magic in creative, unconventional ways. Naturally talented in wind magic. Coming from a family of travelling story-tellers, blessed with a literally enchanting voice. Well versed in hiding her presence, altering her appearance, passing through unnoticed and being forgotten quickly.  

6. Favourite colour?  Royal blue, gold, and wine red

7. Favourite number? 4

8. Sexuality? Pan & Polyamorous

9. Weird hobby? Occasionally raising the dead.

10. Favourite season? Summer

11. Favourite weather? Warm but windy. Also night storms.

12. Favourite place in Vesuvia? The Fields

13. How does their laughter sound? Her honest laugh can only described as silent shaking. If you hear her laugh at you, she wants you to hear.

14. How do they look when they cry? 2 types: the Hollywood perfect fake crying, silent tears streaming down her cheekbones, artfully smudged facial paint; and the red eyes, voice breaking, lots of yelling, frustration crying  

15. What do they like to wear? Lots of colour, lots of layers, patterns resembling the night sky. Fond of cloaks, capes, headscarves, veils and flashy facial paint. Anything that helps her hide her facial features. She has little regard to fashion though, and mostly just wears whatever was on the top of the clean pile. It has some... interesting results.

16. What are their fears? Closed spaces, losing magic. Her biggest fear is that people important to her would abandon her after seeing her true shelf.  

17. What do they like to do Friday night? Clear weather? It's astronomy time. Otherwise she loves to go out dancing, and has no problem finding company. However if she's in the middle of some interesting magic stuff, well good luck, she's not going anywhere until it's finished.

18. Do they use makeup? Makeup, magic, magic reinforced makeup, it's all fair game. Mostly for fun. Illegal stuff, sometimes. All the flashy face paint. Lucio's crying in the corner.

19. Favourite food? Shrimps!

20. Favourite drink? Coffee

21. Zodiac sign? Aquarius

22. Day of birth? Classified information

23. Favourite play? Richard III

24. Favourite music? Her taste of music is somewhere right next to her fashion sense

25. Favourite song? Tinariwen - Nánnufláy

26. What are their aesthetics? The endless night sky, copper wind chimes, sand shifting, the piper of Hamelin, cornflowers in wheat fields, the call of the road, tall buildings with gargoyles, untameable hair, mountain peaks and open fields, scarf gone with the wind, dancing barefoot, the milky way

27. What is their style? Eclectic

28. What is their height? Taller than Asra, shorter than Nadia

29. Any mental health issues? Fear of abandonment, slight anxiety  

30. Any health issues in general? Not quite an issue, but very sensitive to cold

31. Favourite book? The Decameron

32. Favourite book genre? Folktales, short stories, anecdotes. Also a lot of non-fiction.  

33. Favourite time of the day? Night

34. If they weren’t a magician, who would they be? Hard question. Being a magician is a large part of her sense of self. She's already a successful shop owner and spy on the side, so probably one of those. She also made a decent healer.

35. Do they believe in ghosts? It kinda comes with her job.

36. Do they believe in demons? Same as above.

37. Do they like sports? Depends. She's pretty fit, but sports involving a lot of rules aren't her thing.

38. Favourite dessert? Chocolate. And those fancy pastries with a million layers.

39. What is their biggest motivation to solve Lucio’s killer mystery? Curiosity and boredom.  

40. What do they think of Lucio so far? (I'll answer these as how Scilla thinks of the LI's at the early stages of their routes) Very entertaining company, but oh boy, so dumb. It's endearing though. They both have secrets they're hesitant to share with each other, and neither of them is happy about the snow.

41. What do they think of Nadia so far? Ooh, challenge. Nadia not only pikes her interest, she really awakens Scilla's need to prove herself. She desperately wants to gain her respect and favour.  

42. What do they think of Asra so far? There's no life without Asra. He's already the centre of her world, but oh my god they were roommates. They love each other very dearly, but they can get under each other's skin in a second. Lots of frustration to work through.  

43. What do they think of Julian so far? She's having a ball, this man is chaos, and she thrives in chaos. He's one of the few who can keep up with her, both in incoherent trains of thoughts and semi-parkouring around the city.

44. What do they think of Portia so far? It was love at first sight, slow motion, cheesy music, everything. She tries to hide just how far she's fallen, because it's really stupid, she's not that easy to win over, but she's failing miserably. Scilla is prepared to do anything to save her from harm.

45. What do they think of Muriel so far? They got off the wrong foot, and he's really trying her patience, as Scilla is not used to people disliking her. They have a long way to go, and I have a long fic to write :(

46. Do they like animals? She grew up poor, so the concept of keeping animals as friends is weird to her. If Scilla sees an animal her mind automatically sorts it to edible/non edible, could be used for farm work/practically useless. This is one of her many conflicts with Muriel. Of course this changes with time and she'd never eat Faust or Pepi, but Camio's on thin fucking ice.

47. Are they allergic to anything? Humourless people

48. Do they have any talents (except magic)? Dancing and astronomy. Also has a knack for smooth social interactions.  

49. Do they get drunken easily? Hates to lose control over her actions, so she doesn't really drink.

50. What is their personality type?  no idea

51. What is their worst negative quality? Desire to control people, greed, mistrust, dishonesty, a tendency to start unnecessary arguments, impulsiveness, pettiness.  

52. What is their best positive quality? Creativity, attentiveness, sense of humour, willingness to help, friendliness, politeness, problem solving attitude.  

53. What is their position to fall asleep? CUDDLE. If only a pillow, then a pillow.

54. The most uncomfortable moment they ever experienced? Getting caught lying by Asra. She used magic to vanish on the spot.

55. Their happiest memory? Waking up surrounded by those she loves, and realising it's not Asra's turn to make breakfast.  

56. Do they blush? It doesn't really show on her skin.

57. Are they clumsy? Quite the opposite.  

58. Do they like jokes? Hell yeah.

59. How do they flirt? You've got to be careful with an enchanting voice, so it's mostly nonverbal, the right dress does all the talking for her. Casual touches, eyes lingering a bit too long. Letting the strap of the dress slide off her shoulders, or her shirt ride up a bit. In a relationship, she's ready to throw in some whispered dirty talk and not so casual touching.  

60. Favourite fruit? Grapes, blueberries and sour cherry.

Why, yes! I do have too much time on my hands due social distancing :)

The questions are originally from @gemarcana​ I think, picture made with picrew

[tarralin]

Work Things

a Clauses and Contracts short ft. Kennyo

Modern AU

Word Count: 1534

A/N: Please accept his completely self-indulgent Kennyo fluff.

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Keena Kumo

Picrew: https://picrew.me/image_maker/27323

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A frustrated huff blasted from Keena's lips as she pranced in place outside the carnival gates. Wrapping her arms around herself to retain heat proved to be in vain as the same chilling winds that turned her breath white snatched away all warmth into the twilight sky. How was she supposed to know Old Man Winter would decide to blow through town several weeks early? It was a freak of nature and a horribly timed one at that! And no matter how great she looked in the black sleeveless blouse, it just wasn't cut out for this kind of weather.

"Miss?"

She turned on her heels just as a particularly strong gust of frost laced wind whipped her hair across her face, skewing her balance and sending her face-first into the sidewalk pavement. Or at least it would have, if not for the enveloping warmth of a summer's day that helped her back on her feet.

"Kennyo? Thank you!" Was it her imagination or did his cheeks blush a shade of red that matched her hair? Just as she focused her attention to confirm it for herself, Kennyo rolled his shoulders to shrug off his jacket. 

"You're freezing," he grumbled while settling the garment around her, the transferred heat acting as a balm on her chilled skin. "Why didn't you wait for me inside a shop?" 

"In my excitement to get here, I forgot my phone at home to message you and didn't want any chance of you thinking I stood you up." There! It's not my imagination, he did blush! The blossoming color was a welcomed sign to her nerves. It wasn't much of a secret to the rest of accounting that she had been crushing on the executive since meeting him shortly after the merger was announced. 

To ensure a smooth transition of accounts, Keena was chosen and placed on a special OT finance team that had spent several months occupying office space on the UTT marketing floor. Lead accountants, of course, sat directly in front of the managerial offices at the head of their bays and squarely in his line of sight.

And danger zone of coffee spills, but that's another story.

The weeks following one particularly disastrous fateful morning saw plenty of shared smiles and banter between the two but neither taking the extra leap until Shingen himself popped in unexpectedly and all but refused to move from his selected place against the wall as he chattered amicably with several ladies on break. 

"And what of you, Goddess? Will you be joining us?"

"Hmm?" Keena glanced up from her computer and found several eyes upon her, the tell-tale sign she hadn't paid the visitor any attention. "Joining who for what?"

The tall executive feinted a shot to the heart before grinning down as a round of giggles sounded around her from the other ladies. "Every now and then the departments get together for social hour. I was just letting your team know they were welcomed to join us this Friday night. I'll be there as well of course."

"Oh, well… that sounds great but, uh…" What was wrong with her? Wasn't she just lamenting last night over wine that she doesn't get out enough? Yet, now that an opportunity arose, here she was backpedaling and looking for a scapegoat.

"Not this time, Shingen."

All eyes turned toward the dark-haired manager still sitting at his office desk but not at all ignoring the ongoing conversation. "Ms. Kumo will be attending a work… thing."

Praises!

"A work… thing?" A single, auburn eyebrow rose as Shingen's grin grew wider while turning toward his friend and mimicked Kennyo's voice inflections. "My friend, you don't ever attend work things."

"This one's different."

"I can see that…" A bark of laughter with a quick glance back to Keena. "Who else will be attending?"

"Middle managers."

"From where?"

"Everywhere." Kennyo dropped the papers he'd been flipping through and leveled Shingen with a raised brow of his own. "Now, would you move along and allow everyone back to work?"

And so that Friday night saw her attending a very Not Work Thing with the soon-to-be Director of Marketing. As well as the following five Fridays, plus two Saturdays when she joined him in volunteering at the local animal shelter. Now, they were attending an autumn carnival together. However, he was so reserved even when they had Friday dinner and drinks together that she was beginning to think her feelings were completely one-sided. Yes, they interacted every day and he always gifted her a small smile in morning greetings-- something no one else received, she noticed-- but that didn't mean his feelings ventured beyond friendship. 

So, blushing at only a vague hint of anything romantic? Very good news.

"Won't you get cold though? The carnival will be here next week and we can go somewhere else tonight if you like."

"No need to worry for me, Miss." A breeze threatened to strew several locks of hair across her face again until his fingers reached out almost instinctively to gently brush them back in place. Once satisfied with their placement, his hand fell back to his side and while he nodded to the entrance. "Shall we go?"

"Yes! I am ready for corn dogs, cheese curds, and deep fried Twinkies!"

"Fried what?"

"It's a carnival, Kennyo. Everything is fried, coated in sugar, or topped with bacon. Sometimes all three." The look of horror that dashed across his face sent her into a fit of giggles that only sobered when they finally passed through the admission gates. 

Lights, music, and laughter filled the evening as the duo made their way through the crowds to various food vendors, fun houses, and game stalls in an attempt to win the featured prizes. Two goldfish and a purple panda later, Keena happily chowed down on a deep fried confection of the chocolate variety as they exited the carnival to head home.

"Sure you don't want a bite?"

"Positive." Kennyo responded without hesitation.

"You don't know what you're missing…" 

"Aside from indigestion and heartburn?"

Her nose wrinkled teasingly as she finished the treat and turned her attention to the two water filled bags Kennyo carried. "Jack and Rose?"

"Pardon?"

"The fish. They need names, right?"

"So you choose that movie?"

"Hey, that movie is a classic of our time." She retorted as she contemplated further. "Han and Leia? Wesley and Buttercup?"

"What makes you think they'll be a couple?"

"Rocky and Bullwinkle?"

Rumbling laughter spilled from a grin that warmed her more than the jacket still about her shoulders. If the smiles he greeted her with every morning were gifts, then this was a blessing from a thousand benevolent deities that stole both breath and words from her. He still had the hint of a smile when he looked down at her again. 

No wonder he keeps a perpetual almost-scowl on his face at all times… he'd cause half the floor to faint if he smiled more.

She must have been staring again for he cleared his throat and glanced to his watch. "It's getting late. Are you ready to head home before it gets any colder?"

No... no I'm not! "I suppose," she sighed instead, choosing the adultier response. The fish probably needed to get out of those bags anyway. At least he'll get to see where I live! Maybe I can ask him in and--

No, bad Keena! Down, girl, down!

Not trusting her mouth to keep the insinuating invitation to itself, she kept conversation limited to short navigational directions until they were finally at the stop of her apartment building. "Same time at the shelter tomorrow?"

"Yes, if you'd like to join me again that is, not that you have to. I'm sure that there are a number of other ways you'd rather spend your Saturday." His eyes shifted to his shoes as if he were inspecting an invisible stain to hide another flash of pink over his cheeks. 

It's really not fair how cute you can be sometimes… Keena stepped onto the first step and stood on toe tips to place a chaste kiss across one of those reddened crests. All before she realized what she'd done. Or considered his personal space. Or even asked? Oh God, what did I do? He'll never--

Her internal panic was cut off by Kennyo's lips on her own cheek, mimicking her actions with the same gentleness he handled newborn kittens at the shelter. Warmth blossomed from the soles of her feet to her ears and even under where his nose still lingered, as if he too were wondering if this moment were real. She wanted more but didn't dare push him too fast. She met his gaze and within swirled a reflection of her own desire for more yet reservation as if he were scared of pushing her too fast. He needed it in words.

"Kennyo…" her voice was barely more than the puff of white that lifted between them. "Kennyo, it's ok." 

Those beautiful onyx orbs widened a fraction as he processed her words before gently brushing a mass of crimson curls over one shoulder and closed the remaining space between them.

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Master List // Ko-Fi // Ao3

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[littlehouseofkarlacade]

OC Backstory Week // Week 1: Family // @yourocsbackstory

Subject: Zephyra Argyros, from my WIP Glory of the Tainted. Week 0 drabble here.

Approximate image of character:

Source for image: made with picrew

Necessary translation: Kataramenos - tainted Cheimarros - Riverwood O Katharismos - The Cleansing Miteradaimona - mother demon (Karathalian name for Materilith, goddess of the underworld) Miterazoi - mother life (Karathalian name for Cyndralia, goddess of life)

(used Greek as the source language for an unofficial language of Karathal)

She sat, watching from atop her small hill at the people in the village. They were living their lives as they always had, and Zephyra wished she could join them. Her age was the only thing stopping her. 

At sixteen years old, the young woman only had two years to go until the priests of Cheimarros would determine her function in the village. The function they would choose for her would be her living for the rest of her life, even when her hair changed from black to gray and wrinkles adorned her features. 

Whether she would be a laborer like her father or a healer like her mother she didn’t know. She had no idea which she would be more suited for. She could also end up being a warrior… or even joining the priests as one of their rank. No matter what her destiny was, she would more than happily accept it. The children of Cheimarros had been brought up to welcome their place in society, and Zephyra was no different. An unhappy citizen made for an unhappy village, after all. 

She looked over at the girl next to her, an exact duplicate of herself. The birth of multiple children was very rare in her village; when one occurred, the resulting children were seen as blessings from the goddess Miterazoi. As such, every year until they reached eighteen, they would be blessed for a prosperous childhood, and upon eighteen, would receive an eternal blessing for a prosperous life. Zephyra knew all about these, for she and Kyriaki had had these ceremonies for as long as they could remember. 

“Zephyra,” said Kyriaki, still watching the people as they worked. “What do you hope the priests give you as your profession?” 

Zephyra shrugged. She’d never thought of favoring one over the others. “Whatever they will give me is fine. I just want to have a place in society.” 

“Ah, Zephyra, you think too small.” Kyriaki laid back onto the grass, her eyes taking in the blue sky above them. “It’s good to have something you want to be, right? Then you can spend your life preparing for that, instead of being carried on the river and just taking whatever it throws at you.” 

Zephyra joined her sister, taking her hand as she laid next to her. “If you say that, then what do you want them to make you?” 

Kyriaki smiled. “A warrior, of course,” she answered. “How else am I supposed to protect the people I respect? Can’t do that as a laborer or a healer!” 

Zephyra sighed, yet returned her sister’s smile. Ever since they had been children, Kyriaki had seen it as her responsibility to protect Zephyra. From what, Zephyra herself didn’t know. All she knew was that she had been the smaller of the two when she had been born, and for some reason, her sister had taken that as having a need to be guarded through life. “We’re supposed to be happy with whatever they decide for us,” she replied. 

“I know, and I will be,” Kyriaki said. “I just have a hope. It’s not against tradition to hope.” 

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It was seven sunsets until their seventeenth birthday. The fact there was a whole year to wait until their functions were chosen was one that weighed heavily on Zephyra, but it seemed even more so on Kyriaki. The girl was growing more and more antsy by the day, and Zephyra felt pity for her. Kyriaki was never the type to wait patiently, after all. 

This night, Zephyra was sitting by the fire, alone. Her parents had long since retired into their home, and she was in peace. She loved the nights she could do this, sit near the fire with nothing but the warm, crackling flames and her thoughts to occupy her. Where her sister was, she didn’t know, and it slightly worried her. Kyriaki never went off alone without at least telling Zephyra where she was going, if not dragging her along. Where would she even begin to search for her?

As if in response, Kyriaki’s voice suddenly sounded from the distance. “Zephyra!” 

Zephyra stood to see her sister, black hair streaming out behind her, running toward her. When Kyriaki reached her, her eyes were wide with panic, fear clearly having a grasp on her. “What is it, Kyriaki?” Zephyra asked. 

“I’ve been cursed!” Kyriaki cried, grabbing one of Zephyra’s shoulders with a shaking hand. “Zephyra… Miteradaimona has cursed me!” 

“What?” Zephyra’s eyes widened. “How? She has touched nobody in Cheimarros for years!” 

“Come with me! No one can see!” She grabbed Zephyra’s hand and pulled her away from the fire, into the chill of the night. It was some time before they stopped running, and Zephyra looked behind her to see the blinking lights of Cheimarros as mere pinpricks in the distance. 

“What is it?” she asked, shivering slightly. 

Kyriaki stepped away from her. “Please don’t run,” she replied, desperation riddling her voice. Before Zephyra could respond, her eyes widened as Kyriaki began transforming in front of her. 

Her sister’s body changed from its petite form into one that was much larger, about five times Zephyra’s own height. It was shaped as a human, but its appearance was definitely otherwise. Kyriaki’s hair changed from black to white mottled with violet, and her flesh lightened from its deep tan to the same scheme. White horns sprouted from her temples, her fingernails lengthened into white claws, and a white tail grew from the base of her back. Zephyra could only watch as the transformation completed with Kyriaki’s teeth growing into fangs, and fear struck her heart. 

This could only mean one thing. 

“You’re Kataramenos,” she gasped, gazing at the giant demon that took her sister’s place. What was she supposed to do? Kyriaki was her twin, her exact duplicate… She couldn’t turn her in to O Katharismos as the village would want! “Miteradaimona turned you Kataramenos! Kyriaki!” 

At this shout, the demon looked down upon Zephyra, and it let out a loud shriek. Zephyra turned to flee, but she had barely gone two steps before she felt the fabric of her shirt being torn apart and pure, unrivaled pain rip down her back. She collapsed onto the sand with a scream of agony, curling into herself in an attempt to protect her body from another attack. The demon howled again, but only for a short time before its voice reverted to Kyriaki’s, and the howl became a scream of “No!” 

Zephyra uncurled herself as best she could, though nothing but pain was searing through her back, and looked up just in time to see her sister fall to the ground. “Kyriaki,” she gasped, stretching a hand out in a feeble attempt to reach her. “Kyriaki!” The wind stung the wounds in her back and the sand beneath her felt strangely moist, but Zephyra’s only desire was to reach Kyriaki, who lay still ahead of her. Her hands sank into the sand as she crawled, as every movement sent shocks of pain through her entire body. She had no idea how, but she reached Kyriaki, and she shook her. “Kyriaki!” she urged. “Kyriaki, wake up! Kyriaki…” 

After a moment, Kyriaki’s eyes blinked open, and Zephyra sighed in relief before laying in the sand again. 

“Zephyra!” Kyriaki cried. “I’m so sorry, Zephyra… oh, Miterazoi, help me…” 

Zephyra let out a groan of pain, and she could hear Kyriaki crying above her. Zephyra knew she herself should rightfully be upset, but… it wasn’t Kyriaki’s fault… 

“I’m so sorry,” Kyriaki repeated, and Zephyra felt a hand run over the unscathed flesh of her back. “This is my fault… I should have protected you…” 

“It’s not your fault,” said Zephyra. “But… what are we going to do? We’re too far away from Cheimarros….” 

“I don’t know,” Kyriaki replied, “but I’m not risking anyone else finding out about me. Now that I’m Kataramenos, I can’t return home. I don’t want to… I don’t want to hurt anyone else. I’m not going to O Katharismos, either. I won’t let them send me.” 

“What are you going to do?” Zephyra asked, her voice filling with sorrow. 

“The only thing I can do. I’m going to run. I’ll go somewhere where O Katharismos have no chance of finding me. I’ll figure out how to break Miteradaimona’s curse, and then I’ll come back for you.” Kyriaki shifted, and with her help, Zephyra moved her head up onto her lap. “I promise I will.”