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Random oc writing!! :D Henka edition!!

Eyes

Henka stood in front of the mirror, a box filled with drawings of eyes reflected in the mirror. Henka took one out and held it in front of their head. The eye was simple, being only a vertical line. They put it down, not liking the eyes that day.

They then put on another eye. This one was the most realistic one they had. Their body shook a bit, the eye creeping them out. They had no idea where they got that eye or why they couldn't get themselves to throw it away, even if they hated it.

They kept looking in the box, but nothing felt right. Their head rested on the desk in front of the mirror. They felt hopeless, knowing that there's no way they can walk out of their room without an eye.

They suddenly sat up, an idea entering their head. They rummaged through their drawers, looking for a piece of paper. They silently celebrated as they had the paper in their hands. They grabbed a black colored pencil and moved it around the paper.

Finally, they lifted the paper in front of her face. It looked like a cartoon eye, with a black eyelid that covered 1/4th of the eye, which could be described as a small circle inside of a larger circle. Henka put it on their face, ready to start the day.

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"I love you more than anything.." Amdis whispers, letting her head sink into the pillow as she holds onto Vivica.

"Yeah, well, i love you more than everything.." Vivica giggles, a small smirk on her face.

Amdis sighs and rolls over onto her back, pulling Vivica with her so she is laying on top of the vampire. "Y'know not everything needs to be a competition, right?"

"Hm...I know, but you also know I love winning." Vivica hums as he nuzzles into Amdis' chest, letting her eyes close tiredly.

"I know you do. Gods, you are insufferable.." Amdis chuckles, running her fingers through the foxes' hair carefully.

"Yeah, well, you love me, so!" Vivica says smugly, pressing a kiss to Amdis' jaw gently.

The two women lay there, laughing and bickering as the night sky gets darker and darker. The moon being the only lighting in the room, seeming to frame their intertwined bodies perfectly.

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i have officially added a "zombie" apocalypse to my story.

so about 200 years ago, there was a disease outbreak transmitted through bodily fluids that caused the rapid necrosis of flesh and internal organs. it also caused a "mad dog" type effect in people where they would uncontrollably try to maul and bite anything that moved, even their own body if there was nothing else.

the infected were so high off fever and pain that they had no concept of limiters, meaning they would chew their own limbs off to get away if tied or chained down. they were referred to as the walking dead.

interestingly, most of the victims did not die quickly. you'd think their body would stop functioning soon after the disease set in, but it actually halted the manufacture of chemicals and hormones that would make the body drop dead under normal conditions.

there are no cures to this disease. once you have it, you're dead. it's kinder to end the life of someone with the disease before it causes them to go mad.

a bullet to the head was the easiest way to kill an infected, but again, coming in contact with any fluid from the infected would almost guarantee that you would become infected too.

because it was spread through bodily fluids, people quickly came under the assumption that the disease was transmitted through biting. their solution? lock everyone with the disease in an underground prison until they all died. the largest of these prisons was in new amsterdam due to its high population and therefore relatively high population of infected.

a new city was built on top of the prison to make sure none of the infected escaped. many people with infected family members moved to the city to be close to their loved one until they died, and over the years became a huge population center.

the city was colloquially referred to "the burial field for the walking dead" but due to dialectal differences it was eventually renamed "wakefield".

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"This-" Wren indicated a golden-haired burly man bent over the bar like a daffodil with a broken stalk, "Is Ilya. If I was going to have a best friend, I suppose he would be the best candidate."

Ilya snorted without raising his head, "Only candidate."

Wren strode toward him with great, purposeful steps. Swatting his shoulder, she demanded, "Greet your guest, Jesus."

With a rueful smile, he obeyed, rising. After a few bounding steps, he took Haven's gloved hand in his own. His breath stank of alcohol but it wasn't repulsive as she had expected, but rather endearing. It was not the stench of overindulgence that Haven knew so intimately. Instead, she recognised his interests to align with that of a simple hedonist.

"I wouldn't put up with her, if I were you." Ilya told her, his grip assured and confidant, "Plenty of fish in the ocean."

"In the sea!" Wren corrected, bounding erratically toward the entwined pair, "Plenty of fish in the sea, Ilya."

He shrugged, "No difference."

"Little bit of difference." Wren grinned, throwing an absent arm around his shoulder. She caught Haven's eye just as Ilya withdrew his hand, "You'll warm up to him." She promised, eyes-sparkling.

Haven hummed in reply, "Maybe."

Although the barroom was no paradise or oasis, Haven could see past the cob-web cracks on the stained-glass windows and the uproar of dust kicked up with every step. In her eyes, the threat not just of a respected establishment, but of a home.

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Ancient Tales

Prologue: Letha´s Child

The pendulum kept swinging back and forth. She stood in front of the longcase clock, listening. Watching. It was rather pretty. Rather old, too. Like most things seemed to be in this place. She had never been in such a giant home before. Letha had told her that the right term for this building was ´manor´. 

She had no clue how people kept this place clean. Even less warm during winter. Although they were not that far in the South it would still get rather cold here. Most certainly, all those people running around were keeping it warm somehow. 

“Amy, your tea is getting cold.” The familiar voice pulled her effectively out of her thoughts. She swiftly turned around, looking up at the woman sitting at the table. They had been led into this room and informed that he would arrive soon. Whoever ´he´ may be, Amy did not know.

Slowly, as if she struggled to step away from the giant clock, she approached Letha and then sat on the chair next to her. It was a bit too tall for her. For her age, she was rather small, though she had been reassured that her growth spurt might still happen she worried it would never be the case. 

Small, pale hands wrapped around the cup of tea which was still warm. She sipped on it without blowing before looking around again. There was a lot of stuff in it. Amy knew no specific term for it. However, even she knew that this was not something most people had. Letha´s friend must be rich—

The sound of the door opening behind them made her flinch. A habit that always left her feeling embarrassed. As usual, Letha put her hand on the child's shoulder to soothe her. “Zylth´rio.” The woman stood up to face and greet the man who just entered. Finding the courage to face the stranger as well Amy looked over her shoulder at him. He had a gentle face. Though his presence unsettled her nonetheless.

At least he was not human. That calmed her a little. Although humanoid in shape there were many signs that he was not a human but a Lciaa´rtsindra. Like the abnormally long legs and arms. Six fingers on each hand. The sharp teeth and long claws were certainly attributes that most monsters had in stories. She never considered them scary. It always reminded her of animals like cats. Or wolves. She liked those. His pointy, long ears certainly added to that comparison in her mind. The cow-like tail was her favorite part of his race.

“Letha.” He spread his long arm for a hug. While Letha squeezed the man affectionately the child behind her was busy watching his tail hanging rather calmly down. When it gave a tiny twitch the girl smiled inwardly. It seemed that he had even filed his teeth and claws a little to appear less frightening. 

“It is so good to see you again, old friend. I was worried about you. Normally you answer my letters in a more regular fashion.” Zylth´rio squeezed the woman's arm while smiling at her. 

“I had my hands full. I am afraid not everyone can sit on their behind all day to enjoy their easy life.” There was sarcasm and amusement in Letha´s voice. Something that the young girl still struggled with understanding sometimes. But the man laughed, so Amy figured that this exchange had been funny.

“I missed your wit. Please, let us sit down. I have informed my cook to prepare you something to eat. It should arrive soon. You must be famished coming all this way here. I hope your journey was not too troublesome?” He glanced around Letha at the child. This one immediately looked away and took a silent sip of the tea she did not even like. She first looked up again when the woman sat next to her again. “Just the usual pain. I would like to introduce you to Amy.” Letha put her hand on the girl's shoulder once again.

Shyly, Amy gave a nod to Zylth´rio. No words left her mouth but the man looked gentle at her all the same. He had taken a place at the desk as well, across from them. “It is a great pleasure and honor meeting you, Amy.” The man bowed his head, his eyes closed and one hand resting on his upper chest. “Is she your student, Letha?” Upon that question, Letha scoffed at him. “She is ten, Zylth´rio.”

An eyebrow raised on the Lciaa´rtsindra´s face while he watched his old friend carefully. The woman pressed two fingers to her temple. “Yes. Partially. But that is not why I am here.”

“Truly? I am sure Wlodzimierz would adore meeting her.” Amy did not know who that was. It showed on her face, though she still said nothing. “He would, I am sure. But I am here because I need your help primarily.” Letha folded her hands on her lap and looked right into her old friends eyes. “She has no papers. Coming from Starfall here was a pain but manageable. However, I cannot keep smuggling her everywhere. I need you to produce her papers. I am adopting her—”

“In the illegal way.” Zylth´rio interrupted Letha. The adults stared at one another. It made Amy squirm uncomfortable on her seat. She didn´t know where to look, didn´t know what to do. So she kept nursing her tea despite it turning more disgusting with every additional sip. “Please.” Letha begun. “There is no other way. She has no one else.”

The silence was deafening. Until the man finally sighed deeply and cupped his forehead. “It will take a while.” In response, Letha nodded. “We have time. If you will have us.” Finally, the Lciaa´rtsindra started to smile again. “Of course… I will let a room be prepared for you. I am happy to finally have you here again, despite everything. You are my favorite witch, after all.”

“I know I am.”

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The Adam’s -Finch family:

Molly Finch:

StraightLight brown hair

White

Heart face shape

Almond blue eyes

Dimples

Pink lips

Slim figure / tall

Very smart

Love fish ( a little too much)

Youngest in her family and most successful

Very over protective of Finnick

Does most of the work for her family

Has four kids

And keeping a huge secret from the work 🫢🤫

Louis Adam’s:

Black straight hair

Square face

Like the purple eyes

Pale skin

Tall / built (for his age)

Very envious of Hendrick Greenwood and his friends

Tries to make his kids look perfect

And hates Finnick

Finnick Newt Knight:

Light brown hair

Rectangle face shape

Light bright almond green eyes

Chiseled chin

Pink lips

White as fuck

Tall / built nicely like fine wine

Has a sports man body

Very smart

Kind of bitchy

Doesn’t like being proved wrong

Also very much hates his family

Captain of the lacrosse team

Rich as fuck (like the 1%in the economy)

Albert Adam-Finch the 2nd:

Black hair

Blue eyes

Square face

Dimples

Tall / slim / built

A jerk

Hates his older brother

And very much gullible

The youngest

Dad’s and grandfather’s favorite

Victoria Adam-Finch:

Brown hair

Purple eyes

Heart shaped head

Dimple

Tall with a slim figure

The middle child

Also is Dad and grandparents favorite

Emmet Adam-Finch:

Light brown hair

Purple eyes

Heart shape face

Tall / built

The second middle child

Smart

Very cocky

Always relies on his parents money

Thrives on attention

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Lol, not me forgetting about this account for like 2 years. I've been active on my side accounts but I thought I'd post something here.

Here's a small thing I wrote for like a half realized novel that sits in my head. Hope you enjoy!

The sun was high in the sky, the day was pleasantly warm, and the only clouds above were small, fluffy and pure white. It was arguably the perfect kind of day, but then again such were most the days of Edania.

On this day, though, a trio of wildlings were wandering through the golden fields. Leading the party was Jasper, a wildling with fox features and soft white wings. Behind Jasper was Felix. Felix had more feline features but had no clear affiliation with any species. Meanwhile the final member of the trio was Dacker. Dacker, much like Jasper, was a wildling with fox-like features, but lacked the wings.

“What do you think the United Council is talking about?” Felix spoke first, interrupting the amicable silence that had fallen over the group after they had left the village.

“Boring things, probably.” Jasper snorted. “I mean, Marysol is there, not to mention every time Jaden comes back he's full of complaints.”

“Kinda weird we haven't been invited yet. Practically our whole pack gets to go, and its not like we're children anymore.” Felix's tail flicked. “What do you think, Dacker?”

Darker was brought out of his daydreams and he frowned a bit. To be honest, he hadn't been paying much attention, his focus had been on the Wall of Thorns in the distance.

“He's the reason we don't get invited.” Jasper teased, glancing over his shoulder at Felix and Dacker. “He's got his head in the clouds, too preoccupied with having fun to worry about important things.”

“Jaden's my best friend, and very like minded to me.” Dacker began, flicking his tail in annoyance. “And he gets to go.”

“He's one of the last remnants of the dragons.” Felix pointed out. “Him, Xai, Hyde and Shepard have no choice but to go.”

“Why do you even want to go anyways?” Dacker grumbled, laying his ears back. “Jasper's right, its probably boring.”

“It would be nice to be invited.” Felix shrugged.

“We're the youngest wildings in all of Edania, we're not going to get invited until some new ones emerge.” Jasper sighed.

“We're almost two centuries old!” Felix cried out, his voice shrill. “We aren't children anymore!”

“I still don't get why we even want to be invited.” Dacker shook his head. “I mean, really, most of our pack gets invited, surely they don't need more of us.”

“It's the principle of it.” Felix retorted.

“Felix just wants to know what the council talks about all day, nosy as he is.” Jasper suddenly stopped as he spoke, turning to his two friends. “Say, where are we headed?”

“I thought you had a place in mind.” Felix stopped as well, crossing his arms with a huff. “And for the record I'm not nosy.”

“I just started walking, to be honest.” Jasper shrugged.

“Well, we could visit the Fairy Town? Or the Grotto, Mazatl is surely at the Council meeting so we could convince Waylen to let us swim without paying the price of a dull lesson.” Felix began suggesting things, counting them on his thin fingers. “Or if we're feeling adventurous we could ask Jaye to take us to the tunnels.”

“What do you think, Dacker?” Jasper looked to Dacker curiously. “It's been a minute since we let you pick.”

“Because we know what he's going to pick.” Felix grumbled.

“Felix isn't wrong, I want to check out the Wall.” Dacker shrugged.

“Why do you even like the Wall so much?” Jasper cocked his head to the side. “We're not really allowed to go there and its not even that fun.”

“I don't know.” Dacker couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the dark wall on the horizon.

“It's because he let Solei fill his head with the old human stories.”

“Is that really it?”

“No.” Dacker lied through his teeth.

“They weren't even that interesting.” Jasper shook his head.

“Never mind that, are we going to the Wall or not?” Dacker was quick to change the subject. Not really wanting to explain his fascination with humankind to his friends who clearly didn't get it.

“Eh, we can take a quick look.” Jasper shrugged before beginning to walk again, this time towards the outer border of Edania, the Wall of Thorns.

The trio made the walk to the Wall in relative silence, and once there, Dacker couldn't help but pause and to take it all in.

The Wall of Thorns was an impossibly tall wall made entirely out of dark brambles with large thorns. The brambles twisted and interlocked in such a way that not even the daintiest of pixies could stick a hand through. And on the other side of this wall laid the rest of the world, humanity presumably included.

While Jasper and Felix set about turning over stones nearby, Dacker inspected the wall with great intrigue, letting his mind get lost in the patterns of the brambles. But just as he was about to turn away and tell his friends he was done, as to not bore them for too long, Dacker noticed something.

At the bottom of the wall there was a hole.

It wasn't very noticeable at first, but Dacker could tell there was a small gap in the brambles. It wasn't a very large gap, and Dacker couldn't tell how deep it went, but it captured his imagination. He glanced over to his friends, considering calling them over, but then decided against it. They'd certainly want to tell someone about it, and Dacker wouldn't get the chance to investigate the hole any further.

So, instead of drawing attention to his newfound mystery, Dacker called out. “Alright, I'm done! Let's go see if we can't convince Waylen to let us swim!”

Both Jasper and Felix excitedly agreed and the trio ran off in the direction of the Grotto, but all the while Dacker was thinking up ways he could slip away and investigate the hole in the Wall of Thorns.

This was surely something interesting.

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it's been a minute, have a snip of the meywin triplets going grocery shopping at the street market

transcript in alt text as usual!

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Hi, I love what you're doing here :) I've found some good stuff on your blog. Just wondering if you'd mind sharing some of mine as well, when you have the time; I have a short, fully finished, high fantasy aroace love story on AO3:

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If the link doesn't work, it's "I'm Here" by eightytwo.

Thanks if you do and still thanks if you don't 🥰 I hope you have a good rest of your week!

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── ⊹ ࣪ ˖ If You Won’t ˖ ࣪ ⊹ ──

Content Warning: contains suggestive dialogue and some suggestive actions (nothing is explicit guys i swear 😭)

The meeting is long and tiresome, and though he’d hate to admit it, as the other cardinals flood out of Jane’s meeting hall, Paulo is pleased to be left alone with Kazuya.

Kazuya has always had a way of replenishing Paulo’s energy after a draining meeting. It is strange the way Paulo both scoffs at Kazuya’s company yet looks forward to it.

Kazuya catches Paulo’s eyes on him immediately from down the table and he stands, closing the gap with swaying hips, perching himself on the edge of the table just beside Paulo’s chair.

“What a bore,” he says. “Akrah’s lucky he’s not required to come to these.”

Paulo only folds his arms and leans back.

“All this fuss over some group of uncoordinated, wannabe, vigilante children. I don’t know why Julius is being such a baby about it. He’s more frantic than he’s been in months.” Kazuya tips his head back lazily, exposing his neck as he sighs. “You think there’s something he’s not telling us?”

“I think it’s best you not pry into matters of the authorities higher than us. Julius knows what he’s doing. And whether you trust him or not, it’s our duty to obey.”

Kazuya scoffs and lets out a bubbling laugh, sticking his leg out and poking Paulo in the ribs with his foot. “Oh I bet Julius loves to hear to talk like that, kiss ass,” he teases, head lolling to the side lazily as he fixes Paulo with a mirthful gaze.

Paulo’s face doesn’t change but he does let out an amused puff of air through his nose, catching Kazuya’s ankle and lightly pushing it away.

“You know, I’m sure Jane has some spare bedrooms in the living quarters. We could sneak off, I doubt they’ll notice. We’ve got nowhere to be now that the meeting’s over anyways,” Kazuya purrs, leaving forward and resting his hands on the arms of Paulo’s chair, eyes shimmering as thin tendrils of deep purple smoke curl around Paulo.

He huffs, annoyed, and bats the gas away with an eye roll. “Enough nonsense,” he says, scooting his chair away from Kazuya and standing. “You’re not getting any more persuasive. I’m surprised you haven’t changed tactics,” he notes, voice even and stiff but holding a note of playfulness it so rarely does.

“Well, I figured I’d try again.”

“Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results shows insanity.”

It’s Kazuya’s turn to roll his eyes, standing as well and batting at Paulo’s thick arm. “Yeah, yeah, whatever smart guy.”

Paulo glances down at the smaller man, allowing just a brief smile before he’s making his way to the door. “Let’s grab a drink and something to eat.”

Kazuya gasps and claps his hands like a giddy school girl, giggling. “Yay! Aw, look at you wining and dining me.” He skips ahead to catch up with Paulo, practically hanging off the large man who doesn’t reciprocate but doesn’t move to shove Kazuya off. “You’re only nice to me when we don’t have an audience you sucker, why can’t you be this nice all the time? I’m sure it’d be less of a headache for Julius. I think Rikiyo likes to watch you bully me though,” he grumbles.

“Do you want me to buy you dinner or not?” Paulo asks, one brow raised as he finally shrugs Kazuya off of him with a huff.

“Fine, fine, forget I ever said anything and buy me a big old lobster!”

~~~

The next Cardinal meeting has a grim air to it. Julius’s nerves are clearly frayed. He’s snapping quicker, shooting harsh glares. The other Cardinals are seeming to take the threat of the Alliance of Magicae more seriously now.

Paulo gives very little time for consideration of the other cardinals however, because the reason this unscheduled meeting is far more concerning in Paulo’s eyes.

Kazuya’s meeting room is cold and dim and lacks the shine of gold and colorful drapery that usually assaults Paulo’s vision. Kazuya himself sits across from Paulo, his hair has knots rather than its typical flawless shine, his skin lacks its glow from an extensive and entirely ridiculous wash routine, and his eyes are tired, fixed on the table between them as Béatrice speaks.

The only bits of the meeting that Paulo latches onto is that there was an attack on Kazuya’s temple. Violent vigilantes stormed the holy place, outnumbering Kazuya and his men, tearing through everything, wreaking chaos, and injuring Kazuya.

Past that, Paulo can’t bring himself to care what is discussed and soon enough, the cardinals are trailing out of the room. The moment the door closes behind Rikiyo, Paulo shoots up from his chair, crossing the room.

He stops in front of Kazuya, grasping him tightly by the shoulders and hunching over him. “You’re injured? Where? Is it bad?”

Kazuya looks up at Paulo, blinking slowly as if taking the time to process the man’s words. He then slowly pulls aside a fold in his robe to reveal a neat white bandage wrapped around his abdomen, securing a thick sheet of gauze to his side. “I’m okay.”

His voice is dull and nothing like the playful lilt Paulo has grown to seek out. He examines the bandages before nodding curtly and releasing Kazuya’s shoulders. He takes a step back. “Good.”

Kazuya stares up at him with a look so different from his usual that Paulo’s eyes narrow, his gut churning. Suddenly, Kazuya is grabbing his wrist and tugging him out of the room and down the hall.

They stop abruptly in front of what Pauli realizes is Kazuya’s chamber door. Kazuya shoves Paulo’s chest in an effort to push him back against the door but Paulo remains steady, his hulking mass immovable by Kazuya.

“Kazuya, what are you doing,” Paulo says, voice even.

Kazuya doesn’t answer, letting out a frustrating huff as he tugs at the front of Paulo’s tunic as if searching for some way to open it. “Don’t talk just-“

“Kazuya,” Paulo says again.

“No, don’t say anything, I need this.” Kazuya’s voice has taken on a distressed edge, his hands fumbling without their usual grace.

“Kazuya.” Paulo snatches up Kazuya’s arms, holding them in place. “What is this? Why are you doing this?” Paulo’s eyes are narrowed, his brows furrowed, lips pulled down into an almost worried frown. “Is this to do with the attack?”

Kazuya glares up at Paulo. For once, he doesn’t counter with some joke or flirtatious advance or a harmless jab. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kazuya pulls against Paulo’s hold on him.

“Stop that, idiot. You’re being ridiculous.” Paulo slowly releases Kazuya’s arms, setting them down by his sides. “If you’d like to discuss what happened here during the attack then we can-“

“I don’t want to talk, I just want to- to do something. Will you stop being so selfish and just-“ Kazuya interrupts himself with a huff, grabbing Paulo’s hand and pulling it to hold against his waist.

Paulo stares at the point of contact for a long moment before his gaze flicks up to Kazuya’s. He almost wonders if he should. It seems his responsibility as Kazuya’s comrade to provide him with support, stop his hurting.

Paulo scoffs inwardly at his own thought. Ridiculous. He slowly extracts his hand and sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m not sleeping with you, Kazuya.” His voice is stern. He means what he says.

Hurt flashes across Kazuya’s features and Paulo can’t understand why. Paulo’s rejected his advancements many times before. Why is now any different?

The hurt in Kazuya’s eyes is quickly hardens into a glare. “Fine. If you won’t, I’ll find someone who will,” he hisses before turning and stomping off.

Paulo watches him leave and sighs. For the first time in a long time, rather than rejuvenated by Kazuya’s company, Paulo feels a sense of dread curdling deep within his gut.

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a bar called safe house

summary: Maybe asking a friend to help you with your work isn't always a good idea, especially if a guy who secretly hates your friend shows up. Now, after asking her new associate she had gained through work to help hide something that happened, including her friend Tobias and this coworker deemed as 'knows too much', Klara is told to go to a specific bar with her still-a-bit-shocked friend to wait for the associates' people to be done at the apartment.

a conversation of a specific event in their early relationship/friendship i've been thinking of abt lately. idk. happens twenty years before cynosure events btw.

warnings: mentions of killing someone in self-defence, self-destructive thoughts, mentions of blood, mentions of murder

"I think my mom took me here a couple of times..."

Klara turned to look at it quickly, surprised at it suddenly saying something after a silent walk here. Not like she was completely surprised about its silence, it's not every day someone like Tobias could experience something like... that.

They were in a dim-lit cafe-bar thing called Safe House, making Klara wonder how literal the name was. She was told to take it here, while the people who worked for Birch took care of the... problem.

1:56 AM, barely anyone outside and no one in the cafe. Except for them. Only some people knew it was open at this time, those who were allowed to know, and the owners didn't seem to be keen on telling that to anyone they see on the street, either. One of them sat behind the counter, reading a book - Klara couldn't tell what, exactly.

"At a normal time, I hope?" She asked.

"Haha, no. Insomnia runs in the family, it seems," it replied, staring at the menu, "At 2 at night, I think. Maybe a bit earlier once. She knew someone who knew someone who was friends with the lover of the owner."

Klara wondered what kind of people its mother knew to know about this place. "God, didn't you live at, like, Medford or something?" She said, imagining how long it would take to get here from there. They must've had a car. "Gonna order the same thing now, too?"

"Oh, no no no, no, I've had enough of lemon iced tea in Miami. Never again." Tobias stepped closer to the counter and leaned on it. "Pomegranate spritz, non-alcoholic, please."

"Anything else?" The voice behind the counter asked, and it glanced at her, awaiting for her order.

"Oh, um, hang on, I haven't checked the menu myself yet," Klara said and stepped closer, cursing the dim light and small font in her head - and forgetting her glasses. "I'll pay, you go find a cool table to sit at," she said to Tobias, who stood still by the counter.

It looked around, then walked closer to her, clearly not wanting to be alone. After a moment of Klara squinting at the menu, it said, "You're an iced coffee enjoyer, why not order that? They had cold brew, too."

"Hmm... Yeah, I'll take that," she walked to the counter to pay, but the owner didn't seem to notice her as they just kept working on the drinks. "Where's the reader?"

"The payment was taken care of already by the person who told you to come here," they said, and motioned them to go and pick a table.

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They picked the table by the window, by the wall. Klara watched Tobias slowly sit down, and how it took off its leather jacket to place it near the wall, like a makeshift pillow. She thought about sitting next to it for a moment, to maybe try and offer some comfort, or to just be close, but ended up sitting on the opposite side of the table instead. Maybe that would help her with less thoughts about 'being close'. Maybe. "You okay?"

"Hm, fun question," it said quietly, leaning on the table, "Maybe? I don't know. I guess you could say yes in a 'I'm alive' way. But everything else, a big question mark. Although, I do feel awful about what I did, you know? Or, maybe not awful, just- uh, I don't know, sorry."

"Nothing to apologize about, it's very normal."

It glanced at her, a frown on its lips. "What's normal about this situation..."

"Your reaction's normal. I mean, that must have been shocking, so of course it makes you feel weird."

"I wouldn't use 'shocking' to describe killing someone, but yeah, I guess," it sighed and covered its face with its hands, mumbling, "Oh my, what have I done..."

The owner brought their drinks, not paying any attention to what was happening. Klara wondered if they just didn't care, or if there have been weirder things happening here before.

Klara watched them leave, and then looked at it. "May I remind you that it was in self-defence. We already talked about this before." She hoped that its bathroom was soundproof enough.

Tobias opened its mouth to answer, but closed it quickly, reaching for its drink instead. To hold it, twirl it around slightly, not to drink - something idle to do while lost in thoughts. Klara watched the dark red liquid move in the glass, wondering what it could see in it. Looked at its fingers around the glass, still noticing some blood under its fingernails. Thought about the two big wounds she had taken care of on its left side, sitting on the floor in its bathroom, its smooth skin warm under her hands - she stopped herself for a moment, wondering if it's normal to think of something like that. At that moment it seemed to only care more about what body cream it could use after a shower. It ended up choosing vanilla, and Klara could feel its faint scent across the small coffee table, finding it interesting how much it seemed to care about something like skincare.

Maybe it was just thinking of something that wouldn't let it think of what was happening outside the bathroom, Klara thought, Not every day some people who work for a guy you don't know come help clean things up.

Suddenly, Klara realized she's been staring at its face the whole time as she was lost in her thoughts. She leaned back and picked up her glass of cold brew, hoping the paper straw hasn't melted yet.

Tobias didn't seem to be fully here, either. Its dark brown eyes, almost black in the cafe's poor light, seemed unfocused, and it seemed to barely move. Its hand was still holding the cocktail, thoigh it didn't twirl it around anymore. She fought the urge to place her hand on its. Didn't want to bother it.

"I think, um... I think I learned something. About myself. Or, well, um, I don't know," it finally said, its voice trailing off at the end, as it placed the glass down and leaned on the table.

Klara sighed, readying herself for it to call itself an awful person for what it had done, once again, or whatever it could've thought of. And thought of what to say to it about that, again. Maybe something like 'if you were, you wouldn't feel bad about it'... like some of her coworkers. "And what would that be?" She asked.

"I, um. This might sound weird, I guess, but. I don't think I would've acted like this before," it paused, as if looking for right words, "I mean, um. I think I would just, uh, give him what he wanted. Wouldn't care about him killing me. Maybe I'd even be okay with it. Or...something more positive, even? Anyway. Would've done that half a year ago. But now? I... I think I realized that, well, there are things for me to live for. Things to work towards, people to talk to, helping others... People to live for," it said, glancing at her for a moment as it said the last sentence. Klara thought if it was an accident, or just a reflex, or something. Surely it didn't mean anything by that. Did it?

Before she could reply, it continued, "I'm not trying to say what I did is right. It isn't. And I'll live with that my whole life. But, at that moment, fighting for myself seemed like a good thing..."

"And it was," she said, "said it yourself, many times, you didn't mean to. It was literally the first thing you said when I arrived."

It shrugged, looking down again. "I don't know, I- Ugh. I feel sick about it... but also, uh, free? In some way? Is it wrong?"

"No."

"Pfft. It feels like you're saying that only so I would feel better."

"Didn't you call me straightforward person?"

It smirked slightly, looking at her with its soft, brown eyes. "As a compliment. Um. I mean... It's a good trait to have. Along with all the other good traits you have, and, uh," it picked up its drink and took a sip, as if to stop itself from saying more.

"Then you know I'm being honest," she said and leaned closer. "Nothing wrong with defending yourself. Besides, guy was a complete asshole. And, well, a murderer. Imagine how many people he had killed before, both for work and for whatever he was doing on the side."

"Hmm," it looked at the glass again, its shoulders seeming less tense. "I hope none of my, uh, whining sounds weird or offensive to you, by the way. As in-"

"As in me being a corporate agent and doing all the shit that role brings with itself? No, don't worry about it. That's the hole I digged for myself."

"Should get you out of there and have you sipping iced coffee while looking at gulls on the beach."

"Hah. That would be fun, yeah... Though, only if you're there doing random commentary about things happening around us," she chuckled, thinking of the 'research trip' two days ago. How its laugh and stories seemed to fill her memories of that day.

"Oh, gladly," it said. "I, um. Thank you, Klara, for being here. And for all the help back at the apartment, too. For everything. It's helping... a lot. Means a lot."

She froze for a moment, thinking what to say. "I mean, technically it's my fault you got into that situation... If I didn't ask you to help me out with work, Pierce wouldn't have even know you're here."

"I'm sure he'd found a way to try and kill me in one way or another. Probably dreamed of it since the end of the project. Don't blame yourself."

"Only if you won't blame yourself for what happened, either."

It didn't say anything, staring at the drink its glass, yet she did notice it smiling more widely. Good, that's good, she thought, though failing to explain to herself why it was good.

She leaned back and looked out of the window. "I should ask if they're done with your apartment. You need to sleep, maybe write that you'll take a few days off as 'sick leave', calm doen before going back to your courses and work... and your thesis..."

"Yeah, uh. Oh, fuck, the thesis... Uh. Just remembered that Pierce destroyed all my data drives and my laptop while trying to get rid of all the information I had for your work."

"You don't have any copies left? Of your thesis, I mean, not the stupid work files. Fuck them."

It shrugged. "I, uh, fucking hell. Um-" it paused, finished its drink, and sighed. "You know what, I'll figure it out later. You're right, maybe I meed a break."

"Hm, you sure do," Klara thought about taking a few days off herself. Just to keep an eye on it, make sure it's feeling alright, she thought to herself.

She opened her phone and noticed a message from one of Birch's people, saying that the apartment is free now and that they'll contact her later about the next steps and updates. "You can go home now, it seems," she said to it.

"Did they, uh, clean up everything there. Where that happened, that is."

"Yep. Based on what I've seen before, they do a good job, so don't worry about it. It will all look completely normal." Except that you won't be able to forget about it, she almost added, wondering if it could move out despite the year-long agreement it had.

Tobias nodded. "Uh-huh. Um. How much do I owe this guy, by the way. Surely nothing he does is for free..."

"Actually, about that. Weird thing, but when I mentioned your name, he said it'd be for free. No, don't ask why. I don't know either."

"Huh. Um. Okay." It stood up and put its leather jacket on. "Weird question, but can you stay over? I, um, I know nothing's going to happen anymore, but-"

"Being alone doesn't feel right, huh? Understandable. Of course I'll stay with you."

"...Thank you."

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I've been wanting to write a story that's been sitting in my head for like ages but I couldn't for the longest but today I tried this like method I saw on YouTube shorts where you lift the first line of a random page in a book and use it to start your story but I lost all my books so I had to make due with fanfics and it actually worked. I wrote this bit before I was like "nope, creative juice gone" and tapped out.

Dorian slammed the door on her way in. Maybe it wasn't fair to yell at Julian like that. She chose to go with him, she chose to leave her kingdom, it's only fair she deals with her father's wrath. Doesn't make it any better though. 

At least he still believes the whole she was overpowered and kidnapped thing. Being weak is better than being a traitor. Her father would kill her himself if he found out the truth. The kingdom comes first, above everything. Including family. 

Back to Julian. She didn't mean it, honest. Julian is nice. He's a good leader. His kingdom is okay. Caeryn isn't Myrae but it's not bad, it's just cold. Julian is a good fiancé, his gentle touch a break from the harsh training of her childhood and early teen years. He doesn't treat her like a child. Mostly because 60 isn't a young adult to humans, but it's still nice to be taken seriously.

He's not bad. He's big. She's not used to being small next to someone who isn't her father. She's quite tall compared to the other elves. Her father is nine feet tall. She's six foot five. Julian is seven foot four. It's annoying. She heard stories about the Caerynian people. “They're descended from monsters”, “They're not human” in response to their incredible strength and impressive size. 

She doesn't feel tall here. Her and her family were oddities among their kingdom despite being the royal family, the other elves weren't too tall or too short, all the adults ranged between 5’5 and 6’2. They towered over their people, in more ways than one. But the people of the Caeryn kingdom were big, even women of the Caeryn kingdom could grow as tall as the men. Many were taller than her. 

Maybe they were supernatural. Or maybe the other humans were just scared of them. Who is she to judge anyway, she's not human. A knock at the door interrupts her thoughts. Another thing she dislikes, she gets startled. She's supposed to hear them as soon as they enter the hallway but the castle is loud, much louder than the quiet and empty palace back home. She has three siblings. But palaces are big and if you don't want to see someone, it's easy to avoid them with enough space. 

“May I come in?” A voice asks from the other side of the door. Julian. “Yes.” She answers.

The divider is from @enchanthings-a

I might never get around to writing again so this is like the first and last page

Also this specific Oc has an entire multiverse so if I don't write I might forget about this story in favor of another with the same Oc

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Chapter 2

Finnick

What’s the most talked thing about? How the world ending, who’s the new president of the United States, how we can stop toxic society? Well none of those things top how the world is so focused on the next generation of the wealthy. I mean they named us the nepo babies of the century. And who might I be? Well I’m the most talked about out of all of them, Finnick Newt Knight. I belong to the famous Finch-Adam’s bloodline which just consist of trades men, archeologists, and fish merchants. It’s not the prettiest picture but we manage… well we did until my father’s secretary snitched us out to the tabloids. Turns out we also dabble in the black market which I’m not surprised about. I on the other hand have seam to have escaped that and be named the popular one in my family and friend group. I mean I get why: I’m the captain on a division one lacrosse team team, I manage to get my siblings out of trouble, and pulling deals for my family while also being a full time student at Oxford. Now why am I in this love story? I don’t know? Ask the person who wrote this. But for now I will do.

“I’m just saying you are the least reliable when it comes to anything STEM related,” George says as we all get out of my G wagon since it was my turn to do car pool.

“Saying Mr. History geek,” Icarus says.

“I mean he dose have a point there,” Hugo says bringing himself into the stupid conversation that stemmed from me asking Icarus for some help on a chem question.

“What is that supposed to mean?” George asks.

“You out of all people can’t talk about something STEM related,” he explains.

“He was the one that failed his chem class last semester!” George says getting pissed off. “I’m just saying I am a more reliable source when it comes to anything LOGICAL,” he adds as I now retreat asking for help.

“So your dad rejecting you is speaking logical?” Icarus asks knowing where to poke his nerve.

“Take it back,” George tells him because he’s a little sensitive about that subject.

“Well I speaking logic when your dad didn’t want your bullshit help,” Icarus says breaking George last I give a fuck. Watching George shove Icarus and Icarus returning the favor which starts the stupid nonsense fight.

“Why can I just have a peaceful morning,” I say under my breath trying to break up their stupid fight.

“I’ll meet you guys in there,” Hugo says taking my stuff and leaving me to handle this. What I didn’t expect was me getting shoved off and falling onto something.

“Fuck,” we both say and then realizing that I feel onto someone. Seeing that she has tan skin and big brown round eyes. Her shocked face says she didn’t plan on getting crushed by someone who is probably three times her size.

“Hey,” I say breaking the silence and then turning my head to see George and Icarus shocked and scared face because they just realized I was gonna beat their asses when this is over.

“Hello,” she says back she has an accent but I don’t know from where.

“Run,” I tell the as I get up off her and brushing the mud off my hands. Seeing her get up and just stair at me with… is that fear?

“Bye,” she says walking off rather quickly. Walking onto the field to see George and Icarus had made up. Seeing that our new coach has already started practice.

“You’re late,” Hendrick Greenwood tells us.

“Well I was trying to break up the most stupidest fight in the history of fights,” I tell him my excuse looking over to George and Icarus who are now minding their own business. Our last coach got field due to the finding of his spending on the school’s credit card. Something about paying off his mistress with the credit card that’s controlled by the board that his wife is one. He wasn’t the smartest tool in the shed but he did know how to do his job. Mr. Greenwood over here doesn’t know what to do. How he got the position is because the head of the department was his rugby coach back in grade school and pulled in a favor. Turns out no one wants to coach our team due to our volatile reputation of starting fights with the other team and our own team.

“Why didn’t you get the cereal I asked for?” Icarus asks after i just went grocery shopping for the whole house. Ignoring him since I’m still mad about yesterday.

“Is he still mad?” George asks Hugo.

“He’s been ignored you for the whole trip to the grocery store,” Hugo points out. “I think that’s a yes,” he adds confirming Georges suspicion.

“It wasn’t that bad,” George says back as if he didn’t start a fight that ended up with me and a random girl on the ground.

“Your shoved me into a random girl because a stupid fight over you pathetic ego,” I reminded him if the events he caused yesterday.

“A hot random girl,” Icarus says as I just roll my eyes at him.

The next morning I decided to get up early due to my poor attendance for my chem class that I hate so much. So doing everything I usually do when I wake up minus the ten minutes before my class starts. So walking into my class to see the girl who I was shoved into two days ago. Seeing her head go up as the door closes behind me and seeing the same look she gave me two days ago. Fear, just plan old fear painted on her face. Walking up to the table to just get this over with.

“Why do you give me that stair?” I ask her and seeing her face go from fear to confusion with fear.

“What face?” She asks under her breath trying to act like I don’t see her.

“The face you’re doing now,” I point out to her as she fixes it.

“Look I get the whole me falling on you might be a little bit awkward but you don’t always haft to look at me like that,” I tell her as I hear the door open to see my professor.

“Professor Lovegood,” I say trying to explain why the girl in front of me is at her desk.

“Mr. Knight,” she says politely. She’s one of the new professors Dean Smith hired after she fired half of the staff. She’s an American chemist who worked a BU but now works her to torcher students. She’s also one of the hot ones amongst them, she’s not my type practically but she’s Icarus type and he’s been trying to. Hasn’t been growing well because he’s standing g in line with the rest of our class.

“I see you met my daughter,” Ms. Lovegood tells me as my mouth drops wide open.

“You’re her..?” I say turning to the girl that just seams very awkward right now.

“Yep,” she mumbles under her breath.

“Finnick meet Nessie,” she introduces us.

“Hi,” Nessie says shyly.

“Your married?” I ask turning back to Ms. Lovegood.

“Technically,” she answers as the bell rings. I think I just found a thing to get Icarus back.

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Oc introduction (narrative writing)

Inside Mikos shop, everything was hers. The rules of her realm were posted on the blackboard at the back with clear, even lettering. Her desk sat in the biggest room the shop had to offer. Almost no one complained, and when they did, they were a new hire. Piled high with documents, stacked to the thousands. A Jenga tower of binders waiting to slip to one side, menus that had long since been scraped, and talisman that had yet to hang outside like the army of others. As by now most of them were regulars, the customers knew Miko’s rules too. The exact problem they were facing today, in fact, lay in the customers. A woman had come here to stir trouble.

“Is this how places are meant to be run nowadays?” a single server was here this early in the morning. Now they were getting yelled at. Miko couldn’t afford to lose an opener, they were hard to find. As she came up to them, the server dropped back behind Miko immediately. At least try to look like you were doing something about this.

“Listen,” Miko looked down upon the woman, “the dew has barely dried. Be honest, what do you want out of this venture?” annoyance radiated off her in waves.

“What do I want? I want this neighborhood to not be tainted by such an eccentric place! Do you think you could manage that?” She cocked an eyebrow up at Miko, who stood taller and straighter than she. “You can’t even manage respect,” how dare you.

“You see, old woman, I will respect people who deserve it. Never, never will I stoop down to your level.” The glint in her eyes got a little stronger as the woman went on sputtering, for the rest of the morning, never getting what she wanted.

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gabapentin alphabet meets future boyfriend 💔🥃🍒

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✧ Oswald’s World of the Weird and Wonderful

status || brainstorming, drafting

pov || third person limited

genre || period piece(?), fantasy, adventure

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Introducing the magnificent, talented, awe-inspiring, wildly charismatic, and strikingly handsome Oswald Hatt! He uses his inventions and talents as a magician together to dazzle all. Mr Hatt truly is a world class entertainer… at least he would be if anyone was interested in his performances.

Growing up in The Slums of Parfais with his older sister Cardamom wasn’t always easy but Oswald had his dream of being famous and his sister by his side to keep him going.

Now, at the age of 24, Oswald has lost all connection to his sister and her more practical ambition of becoming Chief Inspector Noble of the Parfais police force. As Oswald makes his move from The Slums to the big city and thrives on the upper class’s hunger for entertainment, he catches the eye of the Governers of Parfais.

With corruption running rampant, conspiracy afoot, and talk of revolution buzzing in The Slums, Oswald and Cardamom must choose their sides or watch those around them perish under their negligence.

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content warnings || language, violence, suggestive situations, abuse, gore

themes || brutality, corruption, poverty, war, facism, classism, sibling relationships, familial bonds

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“A world of your own, a place to go when you're

Feeling alone, feeling unsure

Embrace the unknown, enjoy the adventure

Let's go strolling in the clouds

Grab a handful, it's allowed

Clouds are made of cotton candy

Just keep your umbrella handy”

~ “A World of Your Own” by Timothée Chalamate

Characters

The Entertainers ||

✧ Oswald Hatt

✧ Virginia Tuppit

The Department of Inspection & Enforcement ||

✧ Cardamom Hatt

✧ Winston Michaels

High Society ||

✧ Nabil Escoffier

✧ Ateera Crivello

✧ (Ken)ichi de Bourbon

Writing

Writing masterlist

lore and worldbuilding || coming soon

character introductions || coming soon

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Drabbles: in order of when they take place in the story

|| coming soon ||

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Playlists

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Pinterest boards

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“Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are.”

~ Benjamin Franklin