#|| but nobody came : tbd ||

[wentian]

okay funny shit fr: gotta love how half of reddit hates on neve, another half hates on lucanis and both are wrong bc we all should hate on bioware for forcing their randomly picked by a blind monkey npc pairings on us *again*

[spring-lxcked]

thinking abt how often william gets away with being an asshole because he plays it off as being mischievous instead

[ssolessurvivor]

is this me thinking I might take my new library book and check out the poolside gazebo for a while??? who am I???

[ckret2]

Chapter 18 of Mabel has made the questionable decision to befriend human Bill (real title TBD), and the first chapter with an actual title!

After the emotional rollercoaster of the last chapter, this one's pretty lighthearted. Featuring: food poisoning, anti-intellectualist propaganda, ritual sacrifice, arson, burns, injury, cannibalism, and children almost dying. And friendship!

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One of the things that came with immortality—mature, cosmic-scale immortality, not baby immortality like you found in vampires with a few measly centuries under their belts—was an expertise at meditation.

And it had nothing to do with being particularly wise, or serene, or enlightened (although Bill would argue he himself happened to be all those things). Even the most rambunctious, cantankerous, petty, spiteful, impatient, silly immortal in the multiverse could drop into a thoughtless trance deeper than the Mariana Trench with nothing but five seconds' notice that he had some time to kill and there was nothing interesting on TV. 

Most mortals struggled with this idea, the same way fish struggled to understand how it was so easy for land mammals to hold their breath underwater. They didn't understand that it was a necessary survival skill.

Some millennia were boring. "You've had every conversation you can imagine with every person you know, you won't see a fresh planet for an eon, you're floating in the void of space, and your only company is the glitter thrown off of dead stars" boring. So boring the only way to get through them was by holding your breath until they were over. And in those times, the only way to endure the soul-crushing mind-shredding suicide-inducing boredom of those long, slow, dull millennia was knowing how to productively dissociate for the next five thousand years without so much as needing a snack break.

Bill was very old. Bill was very good at meditating.

It wasn't doing him a bit of good.

He'd lost count of how many hours he'd spent meditating since his capture: sitting in the dark, legs crossed, hands on his knees, eyes shut, trying—trying—trying to do anything. Trying to astral project out of this prison. Trying to see into the mindscape. Trying to connect to the countless windows through which he could see all over Earth. 

Trying to feel the vast stores of pure energy that made up the core of his being.

He couldn't feel it.

And he was not terrified, he wasn't he wasn't he wasn't.

Surely the Axolotl hadn't taken that energy away—that would be infinitely cruel—but he'd done an amazing job of sealing it away. Bill was psychically dead when he was awake, helpless prisoner when he was dreaming. Here he'd thought the Ax was gonna help him avoid punishment.

Well, what do you do when you're in a cage and you aren't strong enough to break the bars? You pick the lock. Where could Bill find a psychic lock pick?

Someone knocked on the bathroom's doorframe. "Hey Bill?"

He snapped out of his futile meditative state. "Yeah?"

"Are you using the toilet or just lurking creepily?"

"Lurking creepily!"

Mabel pulled aside the curtain and turned on the light. "Do you wanna help me make a video on—"

"More than anything." Bill got to his feet and—ow—cracked his sore back. Meditating could keep you sane when you were in the deepest depths of sensory-deprivation boredom, but it didn't actually offer you any entertainment. Mabel, on the other hand, did.

He'd find a lock pick later. Something would come up. It always did.

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The weaving camera only revealed a blurry patch of carpet and upholstery back before it managed to focus on its target: half a hot dog lying between the back of the sofa and the living room wall. "There it is!" Mabel said. "I knew I smelled something in here."

"Wow, look at the colors on this thing! The green splotches kinda look like tie-dye," Bill said. "Hey, nobody's had hot dogs since you locked me up, have they?" There was a moment of silence as they tried to figure out how long that hot dog had lain, cold and forgotten, behind the couch.

Then the camera jostled as Mabel tried to reach past it to the food. "I'm gonna eat it."

"I'm gonna eat it."

"Hey!"

Bill's arm stretched past Mabel's, snatched up the hot dog, and disappeared. 

"Biiill! I wanted to try it!"

"No way, it's mine now! You snooze, you lose, kid!"

Mabel whipped the camera around to focus on Bill's grinning face as he inspected his prize. "Hey, this thing's growing mushrooms! It's provided its own condiments!" He held Mabel back at arm's length as he shoved the hotdog in his mouth, chewed quickly, and swallowed.

"Jerk," Mabel said. "How did it taste?"

Bill looked thoughtful. "Kinda sour and vinegary," he said. "Probably from the mold."

"Gross! Do you think it was safe to eat?"

Cheerfully, Bill said, "We'll know in a few hours, won't we?"

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Mabel sat outside the downstairs bathroom with the camera turned toward the curtained doorway. A radio on the floor playing a Sev'ral Timez song unsuccessfully drowned out the sound of Bill heaving into the toilet.

One trembling arm reached out of the bathroom toward the radio. Bill croaked, "You're my only proof that time is still passing." He feebly patted the radio. "Tell me the universe keeps moving forward. Songs play. Moments end. I'll be free again." He made a choking noise and the arm quickly withdrew.

Mabel turned the camera toward herself. "And that concludes Mabel's Guide to Indoor Foraging! Tune in next time for... I don't know, how about animals?"

Bill replied with a deathly wheeze as he inverted his stomach.

"Animals it is!"

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Mabel's Guide to Animals

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The camera opened on a shot of the living room sofa, where Bill sat cross-legged and grinning next to a large easel pad. The first page of the pad was covered in drawings of cute animal faces, birds, fish, and (closer to Bill's side) skulls, lightning, and triangles.

From behind the camera, Mabel said, "Welcome to Mabel's Guide to Local Animals—"

"I'm helping," Bill said.

"—featuring Bill Cipher as my cohost!"

"That's me!"

"Yes it is. Lots of different systems have been proposed to help categorize animals—"

"These are called 'taxonomies,'" Bill said.

"—but together, we've picked out some of the best, most useful ways to categorize the animals of Gravity Falls. Such as: size!"

Bill flipped the first page of the easel pad, revealing a page covered in drawings of a couple dozen creatures ranked in size from mosquito up to lake whale.

"Color!"

Bill revealed a page with animals arranged in rainbow order. (Several of the overwhelmingly brown population had been circled in various hues of blue, purple, green, and pink, as Bill made mental notes to himself on how he'd recolor some of Gravity Fall's more visually boring creatures. Mabel had stuck star stickers beside the ideas she liked the best.)

"Friendliness!"

Another flip, and four columns capped by faces ranging in emotion from smiley to angry. The angry column was very long, but several creatures had been scratched out and hopefully moved to the sorta-smiley column.

"How good they taste!"

Bill turned another page to reveal a list of animals ranked by flavor, and said, "And a very important follow-up..." He turned another page to reveal one titled "How Many Times You Can Survive Eating It." There was a lot of overlap between the previous page's "Delicious!" column and this one's "Only Once" column.

"Super important," Mabel agreed.

Bill said, "You can also sort animals by..." Flip. "Quantity of bones!" Bill's handwriting utterly filled the page. It was unnervingly thorough. He'd listed "humans," "human babies," and "toothless humans" as three separate species.

Flip. "Planet of origin!" There were twelve different headings, only one of which was in English. One heading titled "?????" simply had a doodle of Bill underneath.

Flip, revealing a pie chart. "Percentage of known timelines in which a species has conquered the Earth!" Bill pointed at a slice that took up almost a quarter of the chart. "Humans are in the lead!"

"Yes!" The camera jiggled as Mabel pumped her fist in the air. "USA! USA!" Her chanting petered out. "Hey—what's that bit next to it—?"

"Don't worry about it." Bill smacked his hand over the pie sliver labeled "Bill" and quickly turned the page.

Mabel said, "Anyway, after several rounds of rigorous scientific debate, we've determined the most efficient and useful way to categorize the various creatures in Gravity Falls: the Fuzziness Scale!"

Bill gestured proudly at the heading on the final page, and then pointed at each category as Mabel listed them off.

"Starting with hard animals—"

Bill said, "Such as turtles and rocks."

"—then crunchy ones—"

"Roly-polies, ants, and baby turtles."

"—then smooth and firm—"

"Snakes and fish."

"—smooth and squishy—"

"Slugs, pigs, and Soos."

"—part fluffy, part bald—"

"Humans and winged snakes."

"—regular fluffy—

"Cats, dogs, and bears."

"—extra fluffy—"

"Alpacas and baby chicks."

"—and super deluxe MAXIMUM fluffy!"

"Tarantulas!"

Mabel said, "Our primary goal is to offer the scientific community a new, more accessible taxonomy that everybody can enjoy!"

Bill said, "And our secondary goal is to remind humanity of the inherent futility and cruelty of categorization! Reject boxes, embrace irregularity, and destroy the tenuous connections between concepts and synapses that you call 'knowledge'!" He pointed directly at the camera. "Return to the times of Icarus when humans could fly because no one had taught them they couldn't! Raze your universities, turn your libraries into origami, and execute your teachers as witches! Burn it all down!"

"Burn it down!" Mabel cheered. "Burn it DOWN, burn it DOWN—"

####

From atop the kitchen table, the camera recorded the stove, upon which the easel pad lay engulfed in flames. Mabel and Bill watched the mini-inferno silently.

Mabel turned to Bill. "I'm gonna get some sticks so we can roast marshmallows."

"Good idea. I'll watch the fire and not make it worse."

Mabel shot him a skeptical look.

"I promise."

"I'm holding you to that!" Mabel jogged from the room.

Bill glanced out the kitchen doorway to make sure she was gone, turned toward the stove, and slowly, ever so slowly, stuck one finger into the flames. "A—"

####

Mabel smiled at the camera. "Welcome back! My co-host has been banned from the rest of this episode so he can reflect on his behavior."

Behind her, Bill, one hand bandaged and face covered by a paper bag that read "PLAYED WITH FIRE," said, "It was worth it!" He'd persuaded Mabel to draw his triangle face over the text.

"So, now that you know several ways to categorize the creatures of Gravity Falls, you can go meet them! And hopefully befriend them!" Mabel said. "Now, meeting animals is difficult, but there's several ways you can make it easier! Such as fishing, going to a petting zoo, sneaking into your friends' homes to talk to their pets, disguising yourself as an animal—"

Bill threw in, "Using a spell to summon them."

"Using a spell to su— Doing what?" Mabel stared at him. "Do you know a spell to summon animals?"

"Oh yeah, it's easy!"

"What kinds of animals."

"Any animals in hearing range," he said.

Mabel gasped. "Can you teach me?!"

"Sure! It's easy. You've gotta be a girl, put on the fanciest dress you own, stand somewhere in the open, sing a song—"

"What song?"

"You make it up on the spot. It's one of those 'sing from your heart' deals."

"Oooh, Mabel likey."

"The most important part is keeping your mind focused as you sacrifice a..." Bill hesitated, glancing toward the camera, and said, "Well, the whole world doesn't need to know this trick, do they?" He covered the camera lens with his hand, and the screen went black.

####

Bill shot from the attic window as Mabel stood on the picnic table in a frilly lime green dress and a dozen multicolor bead necklaces and held up a cardboard sign for the camera that read, "Summoning animals with magic: ATTEMPT ONE!" She gave Bill a thumbs up. Visible from the edge of the camera's shot, Bill gave one back.

She tossed the sign aside, turned toward the trees around the shack, and started singing into a megaphone loudly enough that the camera faintly picked it up: "My name is Mabel, queen of the animals! I want all creatures to be my pals! La-la-la—um—la-la, la—be my best friends foreveeer!"

"Hey, she's not bad at this," Bill muttered. "Even got a rhyme in." He panned the camera around the scene as squirrels, rabbits, gnomes, and other small critters curiously emerged from the tree line. A couple of deer watched thoughtfully.

"To animals everywhere, small and huge—come to me and I'll give you a hug—aaAAAH!" Mabel jerked up the hem of her skirt and hopped from foot to foot. "Bugs, that's so many bugs! Ack!" She shakily resumed singing, "Um—The queen of the animals is friends with bugs too... but it'd be cool if you didn't... climb on my shoe...?" She started. "YEEK!"

The camera wiggled as Bill flinched. "Oh, uh-oh, M—Mabel, watch out—!" He banged on the window. Mabel evidently didn't hear. Under his breath, he muttered a word not designed for human tongues but that probably should have warranted washing his mouth out with soap. And then a giant hand with fingers like tree trunks reached from the woods and snatched up Mabel.

The world blurred and bounced past the camera as Bill tore across the attic, screaming, "WHATCHERNAME-MABEL'S-BROTHER YOUR SISTER'S GETTING STOLEN IT'S NOT MY FAULT—"

####

Bill aimed the camera through the tiny window in the front door to watch as Dipper and Mabel limped back to the shack—weary, dirty, clothing torn, sticks and leaves in their hair, arms slung over each other for support. Bill stepped back as they opened the door. Brightly, he said, "Hi, kids! Have fun?"

Dipper gave him a murderous look. Exhausted, Mabel looked at the camera and said, "This has been Mabel's guide to... how not to befriend the local animals." She slithered out of Dipper's grip and lay on the floor. "I'm gonna take a nap here."

Dipper looked tiredly at Mabel, then glared again at Bill, then just sighed and muttered, "Bill, take that stupid bag off." He trudge up the stairs. "This is all your fault."

"Is not!" Bill called; but the camera picked up his quiet chuckle.

The view dropped to the floor as Bill decided his amateur cameraman duties had been completed, recording his feet as he walked into the kitchen to leave the camera on a counter. He didn't turn it off.

It caught the scene through the kitchen doorway as Bill tossed his paper bag mask aside and surveyed Mabel on the floor, hands on his hips. He crouched in front of her and loudly whispered, "Hey. Shooting Star. Can you hear me?"

She didn't respond.

"Out like a light," Bill murmured. He studied her face; and then gently placed a fingertip on her forehead. The camera recorded his lips moving as he murmured, too quietly to pick up: videntis omnium, magister mentium...

He finished his chant. Nothing of any note happened. Bill frowned, stood, and sighed.

And then, after a moment of shifting his weight as though debating what to do next, he knelt back down, awkwardly picked Mabel up, and carried her upstairs. He paused cautiously on each stair step to ensure he didn't trip. A few minutes later, the camera watched him stumble back downstairs, trudge into the living room, and turn on the TV.

Half an hour later, Waddles wandered into the entryway and Bill went into the kitchen, came back with a stick of dry chorizo, ripped off chunks with his fingernails, and tossed them to Waddles while singing a song he'd made up about cannibalism. And then he returned to the living room and Waddles wandered upstairs.

Nothing else of interest happened. The camera kept on recording, forgotten, until the battery died.

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[pinkorchidsinspring]

Maybe because the tortured POETS department was her SPEAKing NOW. This album was her testimony. After all, it came straight from the desk of the CHAIRMAN of the tortured poets department. Right? This is her

Saying that she’s been a functioning alcoholic til nobody noticed her new asthetic. Fortnight

Saying that the kind of people she dates leave type writers at her apartment TTPD

Saying that rivulets descend her plastic smile MBOBHFT

Saying that they’ll say she’s nuts if she talks about the existence of her wife Down Bad

Saying that she feels as though her career was the gun that made those two graves SLL

Saying that they slammed the door on her whole world 🤍🌼 BDILH

Saying that she had years of labor, locks and ceilings⛓️‍💥 for just one hour of sunshine ☀️ FOTS

Saying she needs to forget 🥃 FLORIDA!!!

Saying that she is in fact guilty as sin ✝️🏳️‍🌈 GAS?

Saying that the industry should be afraid of little old Taylor. WAOLOM

Saying that her lover had a Halo of the highest grade, and traces hearts on her face. ICFHNRIC

Saying that her and her lover’s field of dreams were engulfed in fire. 🔥 loml

Saying that she’s miserable, and nobody even knows. ICDIWABH

Saying that she wonders if in 50 years will all this be declassified? TSMWEL

Saying that she’ll make a comeback to where she belongs. The Alchemy

Saying that it truly is hell on earth to be that heavenly. Clara Bow

Saying that her longings remain unspoken. TBD

Saying that these eras of hiding truly will be fading into gray. imgonnagetyouback

Saying that some old men once said “one bad seed kills the garden” that is the music industry. The Albatross

Saying that she needs to know if she’ll always wonder “what if?” COSOSOM

Saying that the deflation of their dreaming after the patch job on coming out during lover era left Taylor bereft and reeling. How did it end?

Saying that her relationships as far as the public knows are so high school in comparison to her real love.

Saying that she’ll go to secret gardens in her mind to escape the here and now of Taylor Swift™️. I Hate It Here

Saying that all that time the swifties were throwing digital punches at whatever guy was unlucky enough to be picked that month, It was all for nothing. Because it wasn’t real. TYA

Saying that she’s transfixed by the rose golden glow of her lover, aka the one in rose blush. ILIPW

Saying that shes been on her knees, begging someone to please change the prophecy, she doesn’t want the PR money, she’s had enough of this punishment. TP

Saying that bloods thick but there’s NOTHING like a payroll, and she said it first, in a mourning warning, no one heard. Cassandra

Saying that as the men mascurade around with grown up Taylor, her younger self waits for her to come out because she said when she grew up she was gonna come find her. Peter

Saying that she was reviled by everyone except her own father. The Bolter

Admitting that in sweetness, she does all this showmanship because she vowed to keep a secret from the little boy who plays with dinosaurs. To protect him. 👩🏼‍🍼Robin

Saying that when it’s all over she’ll know what the agony had been for. The Manuscript

In case you didn’t catch on yet, these admissions are all from each of the 31 songs on the album.

I repeat: The reason Taylor released more signed copies of an album that is full of her real thoughts, is because this is her TRUTH. This album was her SPEAKing NOW.

The end is near my friends.

[theredrenard]

I’m all alone (I need you now)

Accidentally acquired a new wip.... post-s7 platonic buddie + background bucktommy.. Eddie is drinking in the middle of the night (reason is still TBD) and doesnt want to be alone with his thoughts

This isn’t posted to my Ao3 yet but it will be soonish.

"Mm, Evan-?" Tommy mumbles as he blearily cracks one eye open. The comforting, warm weight nestled against his side had vanished, and the bathroom light was on, the glow from the bulb spilling underneath the bottom of the nearly-closed door. Evan's low, tense voice floated indistinctly through the open gap, the words unclear but the tone unmistakable. He was worried about whoever was on the other end of the phone, and if Tommy knows his boyfriend, he knows that the other person just has to be Eddie. There's nobody else that he'd answer the phone for at this hour, except maybe his sister or his captain.

Read more under the cut!

Tommy kicks the blankets off and swings his bare legs over the edge of the bed, stretching and feeling his shoulder pop. He stands, readjusting his boxers so they weren't halfway up his ass before shuffling towards the bathroom with a yawn.

"Evan, honey, what's wrong-?" He murmurs, carefully pushing open the bathroom door. Tommy screws up his face as the light momentarily blinds him, his eyes adjusting to the difference in brightness. Buck blinks at the sudden presence of his boyfriend, almost like he'd forgotten the man had stayed over at the loft that night.

"I, Uh- I need to over go to Eddie's. He-" Buck flaps his hands uselessly in front of him, searching for words, and- was that guilt on his face? "He asked me to come over, and he sounded like shit. I- sorry, I just-"

"It's alright." Tommy presses a brief kiss to his forehead. "Eddie's your best friend and you're worried about him. You don't have to apologize."

"I know, I just- You came over specifically to spend the night with me and now I'm leaving-"

"It's fine, Evan. Really. Go check on him." Tommy offers a soft smile. "I'll be here when you get back."

[beelsfridge]

Goodbye (For Now)

Nightbringer Spoilers Ahead (maybe a little ooc)

Tags:(Angst/TBD)(TimeTravel)(SayingGoodbye)

(I’ll adjust everything in the morning)

(Pt 1/2)

Synopsis:

You knew you weren’t suppose to stay in the past for that long. You knew you didn’t belong there. You had to get back to your time eventually.

And even if the brothers were warming up to you again, you had to say goodbye. The worst part was that they would never know why you really left.

.

.

.

“You can finally go back home MC.” Solomon tells you with a smile as he holds your hands with joy,”Back to your time. You did it.”

“Yeah!” You say with relief,”I can go back, back home where the people I love are waiting for me.” You can’t help but feel your heart flutter at the warmth and comfort of the brothers and everyone else you longed for.

“There’s no time to lose! It’ll happen just as quickly, Just as before-“ Solomon says ready to perform the ritual before you find yourself hesitating.

“Wait-“ You say,”Shouldn’t I say goodbye?” You ask conflicted.

“Say goodbye? MC they can’t know where you’re from. We talked about this already-“ Solomon said,”You need not to worry about these versions of themselves anymore.

“Yeah but…” You say as you look to the House of Lamentation,”But even if they don’t know it’s me yet…this version of myself..I’m still their friend. They deserve to know, that I won’t be coming back ” You tell him.

“Oh MC…”Solomon looks at with with what you feel is pity,”These are not the brothers you know…chances are they probably won’t even care or notice you’re gone..”

You look down at the floor, a saddened expression taken place,”Yeah..you’re probably right..they probably didn’t really even care..”

Solomon sighs deeply as he contemplates your words. After a few moments he squeezes your hand reassuringly,”I think…you should do what you desire… if you believe Lucifer and his brothers deserve sort closure then I suppose I can’t stop you. Just hurry back…for my sake.”

Your eyes light up with joy as you hug Solomon lovingly,”You’re the best!”

“Obviously.” He says patting your back before you break away.

“Alright! I’ll be back real quick alright!” You say as you hurry to the House of Lamentation.

“I’ll be waiting.” Solomon says watching you scurry off.

.

.

.

Normally, at least in this timeline, you wouldn’t really go to the house of lamentation without proper reason and permission.

So you hope Lucifer or someone would at least let you in.

Does the house look a lot bigger or have you just not seen it in a while?

You look back at the door, hesitantly you knock three times. You wait anxiously for any sort of response and when time passed and nobody answered you felt quite defeated.

“I guess…Solomon..was right..” You mumble to yourself a bit disappointedly. Just as you were about to walk away the door cracked open.

You hesitantly reach for it and peek inside.

“H-hello?” You say not wanting to intrude more than you have to.

Nonetheless you step into the house fully. Despite it looking just slightly different, it still felt like home to you.

You take a breath of relief before a voice startles you.

“Ah? - Oh! It’s you, ya weirdo what are you doing here?!” Mammon stares at you confusingly,”Who let ya in?”

“I well- I knocked and the door opened so I wasn’t really sure if I could come in or not or if someone let me in by mistake so I walk in here to see if there was anyone but I didn’t see anyone so I was gonna leave but then -“You begin to ramble before Mammon cuts you off.

“Oi, quit ya yappin. I don’t care.” Mammon tells you.

“Right.” You say,”Sorry.”

“You’re so weird.” Mammon says shaking his head disapprovingly,”But I guess you’re here for a reason eh? What can the great Mammon do for you? Ya need to see Luci or sum?”

“Well yeah- but also I came to see you! Also everyone else.” You tell him.

“M-me?!” Mammon says with utter confusion. It seems he decided to skip over the part you said everyone else as well.

“Yeah, there was something I needed to tell you-“ You tell him.

“T-tell me ? “ Mammons head begins to swirl,”Me? Why me?

“Well Mammon, it’s just that I’ve came ti say go-“You tell him before getting caught off by another voice.

“MAMMON!” Leviathan screams out as he approaches,”Where’s my damn money!”

“Jeez Levi, could you be any louder?!” Mammon scolds,”I’m in the middle of something here!”

“I don’t care - gimme my money!” Levi says before realizing it’s you.

“Huh?? MC?! You’re here?!” Levi seems surprised by your visit,.

“Oh! Levi! This is great- I needed to tell you both that-“ You say before yet another voice cuts you off.

“Ah~ what’s with all the yelling~ you’re all bound to get wrinkles like that- oh- MC?” Asmo says coming into view as he looks at you curiously,” What are you doing here?”

“Ah you’re here! Perfect ! - I came to -“ You say before Mammon cuts you off.

“Cant y’all see MC is trying to have a proper conversation with ME? Butt out.” Mammon says

“Mammon, you’re so full of yourself.” Levi says bitterly.

“Ay! Watch what you say!” Mammon says.

“Ugh you guys, MC is trying to say something. “ Asmo says

“Right..thanks Asmo..I was going to say that-“

“Can you all kindly shut the hell up?” Satan says marching into the room,”You’re all irritating me! I can hear shouting from halfway across the house.”

“Everything was fine until Levi and Asmo came in tryna be nosey!” Mammon tells Satan.

“I don’t care! Just shut up already-“Satan says before looking at you and his anger briefly replaced by confusion,”It’s you?”

Before you can say anything another voice pops in “Oh would you look at that Beel. I told you they were arguing. “ Belphie says yawning tiredly,”Could recognize Mammons annoying voice far that much of a distance.”

“Hey!”

Beel Hums in agreement as his stomach growls,”Mm yeah, it sure does seem that way. I suppose since MC is here that’s why they’re arguing.”

“Oh- you’re right. I didn’t even see MC til you said it.” Belphie says with a chuckle,”What brings you here? Normally Lucifer would’ve thrown a huge fuss anytime someone came over about being on our best behavior. So I assume he doesn’t know you’re here.”

“R-right-“ You say as they all look at you curiously. Suddenly it feels a little harder to say what you have to.

“I don’t see why the rest of ya need to be here. MC said she wanted to speak to me and-“Mammon starts off but gets cut off

“She did not say that you liar!” Levi says,”She clearly said me.”

“That’s not what I heard!” Asmo says as they all start arguing once more.

“I’m hungry.” Beel says.

“Is that really the only thing you’re concerned about right now?” Belphie asks.

Why does feel…so familiar to you?…it almost ..feels like when-

“So why are you here MC?” Satan asks (demands) gathering the attention of the others and knocking you out of your thoughts.

“Oh that’s…..right…” You says.

“Well spit it out, we don’t got all day now.” Mammon says growing increasingly impatient.

You look at all of them as they stare at you with such a familiar twinkle in their eyes. One that you thought you’d never really see again.

“I’ve…”You say bowing your head down,”I’ve come to say goodbye.”

It’s grows eerily quiet.

“Uh…okay?” Mammon says shrugging his shoulders,”You going on vacation or sum?”

You shake your head,”No, I’m leaving Mammon.”

“For how long?” Mammon asks again not quite grasping your words.

“I ..well-“ You say unsure of what to tell them as you twiddle your fingers together.

“Like a couple months or ?” Mammon waits for your answer.

You could feel everyone’s stare bore into your skin as they await your answer.

You hear Satan sigh,

“They mean forever Mammon. It means they’re never coming back.”

[cptg00s3]

Titel TBD

Arthur Morgan was a man of many talents. He could shoot a gun like nobody's business, ride a horse like it was an extension of himself, and he was a natural leader. But perhaps one of Arthur's greatest talents was his ability to care deeply for those around him, especially his fellow gang members.

One such member was (Y/N), a young man who had joined the gang not too long ago. He was tough and resilient, but he had a kind heart and a gentle spirit that Arthur couldn't help but admire. Over time, the two of them had become good friends, and Arthur found himself growing more and more fond of him with each passing day.

It was during a routine train robbery that (Y/N) was injured. They had been caught off guard by a group of lawmen, and bullets had been flying everywhere. Arthur had been busy trying to get the gang out of there safely when he heard a scream. He turned around to see (Y/N) clutching his leg, blood seeping through his fingers.

Without a second thought, Arthur rushed to his side. He tore off a piece of his shirt and used it to apply pressure to the wound. (Y/N) was in a lot of pain, but he managed to smile weakly at Arthur.

"Thanks," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't mention it," Arthur replied, trying to keep the worry out of his voice. "You're going to be okay. We just need to get you some help."

They managed to make it back to camp, where (Y/N) was quickly attended to by the gang's resident doctor, who cleaned and stitched up his wound. But even with the doctor's care, (Y/N) was still in a lot of pain. He spent the next few days lying in bed, unable to do much except rest.

Arthur spent most of his time by his side, bringing him food and water, and making sure he was comfortable. He even went out of his way to find some books for him to read, knowing that he would get bored lying in bed all day.

As the days went by, (Y/N) slowly started to recover. His wound began to heal, and he started to regain his strength. Arthur was there every step of the way, encouraging him and cheering him on.

One day, as (Y/N) was sitting outside, enjoying the fresh air, Arthur came to join him. He sat down next to him, his shoulder brushing against his.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Better," (Y/N) replied, smiling at him. "Thanks to you."

Arthur chuckled. "I didn't do much," he said. "Just took care of you like I would anyone else in the gang."

(Y/N) shook his head. "No, it was more than that," he said. "You were there for me, even when you had other things to worry about. You took the time to make sure I was comfortable, and you even found me some books to read."

Arthur shrugged. "Just trying to help," he said.

(Y/N) turned to him, his eyes serious. "You know, Arthur, I think you're one of the kindest people I've ever met," he said. "You always put others before yourself, and you never hesitate to help someone in need. I don't think I would have made it through this without you."

Arthur felt his cheeks grow warm. He wasn't used to receiving compliments like this, especially from someone he cared about so deeply.

"Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/N) smiled at him, then leaned in closer, his gaze never leaving Arthur's.

"I mean it, Arthur," he said softly. "You're one of the best people I know."

Arthur's heart was racing as he looked into his eyes. He could feel a warmth spreading through his chest, and he realized with a start that he was starting to feel something more than friendship for (Y/N).

Before he could say anything, (Y/N) leaned in and pressed his lips against Arthur's. The kiss was soft and sweet, but it sent shockwaves through Arthur's body. He pulled away, his eyes wide.

"I...I don't know what to say," he stammered.

(Y/N) smiled at him, his hand reaching up to cup Arthur's cheek. "You don't have to say anything," he said. "I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me."

Arthur's heart was pounding in his chest as he looked at him. He could see the affection and tenderness in his eyes, and he knew then that he felt the same way. He leaned in and kissed him again, this time more passionately.

From that day forward, Arthur and (Y/N) were inseparable. They spent every moment they could together, talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. They went on horseback rides through the countryside, sat by the campfire under the stars, and shared stolen kisses whenever they could.

Even though the gang was still facing danger and uncertainty every day, Arthur and (Y/N) found solace in each other's arms. They knew that they could face anything as long as they had each other, and they were determined to make the most of the time they had together.

As the weeks turned into months, Arthur and (Y/N) grew closer and closer. They talked about their hopes and dreams for the future, about what they wanted to do once the gang was disbanded. They knew that their time together was limited, but they refused to let that dampen their spirits.

In the end, it was (Y/N) who decided to leave the gang first. He had found a small homestead where he could live a peaceful life, away from the violence and danger of the gang. Arthur was sad to see him go, but he knew it was for the best.

As they said their goodbyes, Arthur took (Y/N) hand and looked into his eyes.

"I love you," he said softly.

(Y/N) smiled at him. "I love you too," he said, then turned and walked away.

Arthur watched him go, his heart heavy with longing. But he knew that (Y/N) was doing what was best for himself, and he was happy that (Y/N) had found some peace and happiness.

In the years that followed, Arthur often thought of him, wondering how (Y/N) was doing and what he was up to. But no matter what happened, he knew that (Y/N) would always hold a special place in his heart, and he would never forget the time they spent together.

[seykacar]

❝ the dregs of whiskey at the bottom of a glass, an ashtray filled with red stained cigarette butts, perfume on pulse points, abandoned faith, hidden tattoos with hidden meanings, always one foot out the door, trust issues that have trust issues, little white lies and even bigger black ones, a silk strap sliding off a shoulder, a bated breath, a whispered name, always having an excuse, but more importantly an escape plan, naked naps, disheveled hair, leather jackets stolen from old almost somethings, family rings and family rap sheets, double shifts and double shots, unfinished lines of poetry scribbled on a forgotten page”

NAME (ALIAS): Asena Kaçar

NICKNAME(S): She exclusively goes by Sey in town, to the point that few would know it's even short for Asena

AGE: Thirty-three

RESIDENTIAL AREA: Cardinal Hill

OCCUPATION: Waitress at Harlem St. Cafe

LENGTH OF TIME IN BLUE HARBOR: One month

BIOGRAPHY | CONNECTIONS | STATS | PINTEREST

basics.

BIRTHDAY: October 31st, 1991

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

PLACE OF BIRTH: Unknown

GENDER IDENTIFICATION: Cis Woman (she/her)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

POSITIVE TRAITS: Ambitious, confident, adventurous, passionate, intuitive, strategic

NEGATIVE TRAITS: secretive, resentful, possessive and jealous, stubborn, emotional, dominating, deceitful by default 

family.

MOTHER'S COMMON ALIAS: Leman Yazici

FATHER'S COMMON ALIAS: Ahmet Yazici (incarcerated)

"AUNT'S" COMMON ALIAS: tbd whenever her children are in game

"UNCLE'S" COMMON ALIAS: tbd whenever his children are in game

SIBLINGS: tbd when they're both in game

tldr.

TW: Crime/Con artistry, Robbery, Manipulation and Deceit, Unspecified traumatic event

The first and most important thing to know about Sey is that everything you'll ever be told is a lie. There are very few exceptions to this rule. Her name is not her name, her birthday is a mere swing in the dark, and wherever she claims to come from is not where she has been. It's nothing personal, it's just the way she is. She's never really had a choice in that, either. Until now.

Even if her identity in Blue Harbor is one big lie she intends for it to be her last lie. Her final con.

and by that I mean to say that Sey was born to a family of con artists, who operated with another family of con artists, and was in turn raised to become one herself. truly, sey learned to lie before she ever learned there was a difference between fact and fiction. from her earliest memory she's always been a pawn or a prop in whatever scheme the adults were running that week. and then, once she was old enough to understand the truth of their lives and their "games" she was expected to participate.

whatever it says about her as a person (and surely it says a lot) she didn't even hate it all that much. it's hard to have a preference for a different way of life when conning is all you've ever known. as she aged it became very clear what role she'd play within their little organization and, for better or worse, she played it well. a little too well.

earlier in the year Sey and the five others of her generation were in California on a solo con (aka planned and executed without the help or oversight of their parents) when something went wrong. nobody but Sey and her best friend know exactly what went down in that house, at that party, but it was the catalyst for everything that came next.

Sey was different from who she'd been when she entered the doors that night and, even if she wouldn't say why, everyone knew it. after a few weeks of watching her withdraw into herself it was her best friend who invoked their childhood pact of "jelly sandals"-- in other words, a deal that no matter what they asked the other would agree. in this case, only the second time one of them had ever used that phrase beyond the fight over third grade footwear that started it all, her best friend begged to leave. not just California, or the all night diner they'd been sitting in, but the life. the jobs. their families.

and thus, blue harbor became their next and final destination. the pair lied to their parents and respective siblings, saying they wouldn't be arriving in Seattle to join the rest for the latest job because they were working one of their own that just so happened to fall into their laps. meanwhile, they were speeding down unfamiliar roads with one bag each, headed for Illinois.

truthfully, there was nothing special about blue harbor that compelled them to pick it for their fresh start. it was as simple as a few google searches and picking a random, 'nobody would ever guess here' spot on the map.

they've been in town for a month now and are doing their best to live on the right side of the line even if that means working minimum wage jobs and renting an apartment under the table that's seen better days because they have no resumes or school transcripts to secure anything better.

still, living far beneath what they'd grown used to (on someone else's dime) is surprisingly nice. for the first time Sey is letting little pieces of her true self show and forging connections she won't have to leave. probably. but, for as much as she's enjoying this complete 180 from everything and anything she's ever known, and even though she'd do anything for her best friend, there's a part of her that's worried she wasn't built to do life "honestly". there's an even bigger part that wonders how honest their lives here can really be if they're still convincing everyone around them with a lie.

wanted connections.

for current, in game characters: neighbors in Cardinal Hill, co-workers at Harlem St. Cafe, newly acquainted friends, someone she briefly met outside of Blue Harbor that vaguely recognizes her but can't figure out why (especially since it would've been under a different name), someone who's lived outside of BH that was actual the victim or knows a victim of one of their cons - especially keen to find her "failed mark" aka the one she grew too attached to while on the job, ultimately either a) sabotaging the entire con to her family's dismay or b) conned anyway and has regretted it every day since, anyone who’s also been involved in shady business that she may be acquainted with through that part of her life

requiring a new character: the rest of the "six spiders" which includes her best friend (female) and roommate, her best friends older brother who she was always matched up with for jobs (angsty), their younger sibling who's a hot head and loose canon (any gender), her own siblings - one older brother, one UTP

[billie-brogan]

( katy o’brian, 37, cis woman, she/her ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that BILLIE BROGAN is a PERSONAL TRAINER that works in SECTOR 4. According to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of GRAVITY MANIPULATION. That must be why they’re LOYAL and SELF-LOATHING. If you ask me, they remind me of the musky scent of fresh sweat, the visceral weight of a depression that drags you unstoppably down, and the soft leather of old boxing gloves. They are affiliated with NOBODY.

basic information:

character name: Billie Brogan

nickname (s): N/A

face claim: Katy O'Brian

mutation status: Gen II

birthday: Aug 29 (leo)

sexuality: Lesbian (naturally)

moral alignment: Chaotic good

occupation: Personal trainer

work sector: 4

affiliation: None

3 positive traits: Courageous, just, loyal

3 negative traits: Brash, stubborn, self loathing

biography (optional):

Trigger warnings: death, alcoholism, child abuse

Billie's mother died giving birth to her; this is a crime for which her father never forgave her. He turned to alcohol to deal with his grief, and he turned to violence to deal with the fact that Billie looked more and more like her mother as she got older.

If she was going to get hit, Billie wanted to hit back, so from a young age she was committed to her workout routine. She became what we might call a strapping young lass, and she was as quick to protect others as she was herself. That's how she came to befriend Morrigan: his slight stature and reticent personality brought out her protective side in a big way.

Childhood friendship blossomed into teenage/young adult romance, and they dated. They really did love each other! It was definitely normal that they both had to get pretty drunk for any acts of intimacy. Billie ignored the toll it took on her mental health, but she has always been prone to depression and bouts of dissociation. Lying to herself really didn't help.

Eventually, she figured out the truth. She had to dump Morrigan, because she was in fact a lesbian. This worked out quite well as he turned out to be gay. You simply love to see the WLW/MLM solidarity! And they stayed friends despite of, or even because of those trials. She was his knight in shining armour, always ready to defend Morrigan from his own abusive father (and his shitty little brother Ezra).

Fortunately, the trash took itself out when Ezra almost killed his/Morrigan/Trent's father, and he left the coutry. Things settled down for a while, but being permanently maimed didn't stop Daddy Shaw from treating Morrigan terribly. Unfortunately (fortunately...) Billie snapped one day, and finished what Ezra had started. So, liberty for Morrigan! But prison for Billie...

The minute she got out, she and Morrigan knew they had to blow this popsicle stand. Morri's brother Trent had always been nice to him, so they ended up following his footsteps, and that's what brought them from Ireland to Oz.

questionnaire:

how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?

Billie is still pretty new to Sol City, but she quite likes it! Feels a bit safer than their town back home, and she appreciates the opportunity for a new start. The irony is not lost on her that she is now an ex-con from the British Isles making a new beginning in Australia. Funny how history repeats itself, huh?

do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?

Ehh... TBD. She isn't anti-authority particularly, and she gets on well with the few councillors she has been getting to know personally, but it doesn't sit right that they're all human.

if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?

She chose it! Although she's brash and quick to laugh on the surface, Billie takes safety and self-defence very seriously. Mostly she works with those from Sector 1, training to keep themselves in peak condition and ensure their safety out in the wastes, and she will kick their ass if she doesn't believe they're taking it seriously. But she's also available for anyone to hire, so if people just want a PT for health/aesthetics/whatevs, she is down for that and she's generally more relaxed in those sessions! She might also run some women's self defence classes! Who knows! I think that could be neat.

what’s one object that they always keep on their person?

Eating disorder tw: A little notebook for tracking her calories/macros etc. Although she is ostensibly really healthy, Billie's behaviour around food very much veers into orthorexia nervosa territory. She cannot let loose and relax where food is concerned.

(mutant only section)

what is your character’s ability (or abilities)?

Gravity manipulation.

are they gen i or gen ii?

Gen II.

what can your character do? what are their strengths?

Manipulate gravity. I feel the strengths of this are self-explanatory!

what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses?

She can only influence gravity in a general capacity rather than on specific targets, and she can only influence it in her own area. So, if someone is attacking her she could turn the gravity right up to stop them from moving. But, she'd also be making herself unable to move.

It also isn't always in her control. Billie has always struggled with depression, and during depressive episodes she finds the gravity gets stronger around her whether she wants to or not. She can trap herself in bed for days, pinned by the crushing weight of it, and she becomes a sort of inescapable black hole for anyone that draws near.

is there anything else you’d like to specify about them?

NO <3

[ukfrislandembassy]

Lexember 1 - New man, new conlang

So I've decided I'm actually in with a shot of doing a full Lexember this year, so I'm taking this as an excuse to start a new conlang! Frislandic's nice and all and it's not going anywhere, but 2 years into a PhD at the Surrey Morphology Group has made me want to try out some of the really funky morphological that make up our bread and butter (morphomes, stem alternations, inflection classes, syncretism, defectiveness, overabundance etc.). So I'm taking the opportunity of Lexember to try and fashion a conlang that does more of that stuff that I've been able to add into Frislandic so far. Name tbd; orthography is IPA so phonology should be evident.

So the first word that I'm going to talk about will be a pretty basic one: sok 'man, person'. Simple, right?

Except no, of course not. Firstly, let's have a quick note about the actual inflectional paradigm. The good news; there's only four grammatical cases (let's call them nominative, oblique, ablative and locative for now) and a two-way contrast of number. What's more, these two categories aren't mixed to any great degree. In fact, the ablative/instrumental and locative/allative are pretty consistenly marked with a final -m and -tʃ respectively.

The bad news is everything else. Firstly, there are a series of stems to learn. In the singular this consists of a nominative stem and an oblique stem, the latter serving as the basis for the oher cases, while the plural usually just has the one (separate) stem. However, in this instance we have an additional wrinkle of the plural being suppletive, and furthermore, since this suppletive form arose from what was presumably a collective noun, it exhibits an additional nominative-oblique stem alternation not otherwise found in the language (we'll get to more regular plural stem formation another time, maybe even tomorrow!).

And what are these stems for sok? Well, to make sense of them we need a little bit of history. In the proto-language, the nominative had the shape *sog with a final voiced stop. Normally this consonant would have given a reflex ɣ, but as it came word-finally in this form it was instead devoiced, giving the current shape. However, the oblique stem, like many nouns of this shape, added an echo vowel with stress shift: *soˈgo. Subsequent vowel reduction and syncope gives the current shape sɣo.

A similar story holds for the plural. This was originally *ˈlin(i) in the nominative but *liˈni in the oblique, giving the modern stems ɬinʲ and ɬnʲi respectively (palatalisation in the nominative is inconsistent for some speakers so might be analogical). Use of the nomintive stem is optional: the nominative-oblique contrast is otherwise generally collapsed in the plural, so nobody will get angry at you if you generalise, however the nominative plural here is frequent enough that it's not likely to disappear in the near future.

Putting this all together gives us the following paradigm (Tumblr please give us the ability to make tables natively).

SG PL N sok ɬinʲ~ɬnʲi O sɣo ɬnʲi A sɣotʃ ɬnʲitʃ L sɣom ɬnʲim

[stxrfclls]

‘ mookda narinrak, cis woman, she/her, 28 / 282 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems NERINA DRAGOMIR has finally made it to the capital, the LADY from SUMMER COURT is said to be OBSERVANT and is said to describe themselves with THE HARSH SPLASH OF THE TIDE AS IT ROLLS IN DURING A STORM, SILENCE THAT SPEAKS VOLUMES ABOVE SCREAMING, A CHARMING OUTFIT PERFECTLY MATCHED and with all of this in mind their SECRETIVE nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬

full  name  .  nerina dragomir

nickname(s)  .  rina

age  .  28  appearance  /  282  actual

sexuality  .  pansexual

occupation  .  lady

species  .  high fae

loyalty  .  summer court

height  .  5'5"

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

the  third  child  born  to  the  high  lord,  a  man  that  by  the  time  she  knew  him,  was  a  womanizer  who  lost  himself  in  others.  the  behavior  granted  other  siblings,  she  couldn’t  complain  for  she  loves  them  all,  but  nerina  would  never  feel  the  warm  love  of  her  father.

her  mother  was  a  night  fae,  a  traveler  who  beguiled  the  high  lord  and  never  stuck  around  once  she  was  born.  nerina  would  be  raised  by  nannies  and  older  siblings,  a  chore  she  came  to  resent  as  it  was  never  their  place.

once  old  enough  she  found  that  her  time  was  better  spent  at  sea,  sailing  on  her  own  ship,  each  time  a  bit  further  than  the  last.  she’d  lie  to  her  father,  he  wasn’t  as  focused  on  her  as  he  was  her  elder  siblings,  she  could  have  gotten  away  with  murder. if  only  that  was  the  type  of  freedom  she  wanted,  not  a  cry  for  attention  from  the  father  who  didn’t  glance  her  way.

her  fondest  stories  are  on  the  beaches,  or  of  harsh  summer  storms  that  broke  the  shores  of  adriata.  many  believe  the  lady  to  be  reserved  and  kind,  but  she  embodies  those  very  weathers.  she  can  be  fierce,  but  she  is  calculating.  nerina  keeps  her  true  self  hidden  from  the  world  and  saved  for  herself.  nobody  deserves  her  trust,  she’s  only  slowly  giving  it  back  to  the  siblings  she  felt  so  estranged  from.

she  isn’t  a  loud  woman,  but  don’t  mistake  that  for  being  meek  or  a  lack  of  confidence.  she  has  that  in  spades,  but  found  that  you  don’t  have  to  be  the  loudest  in  the  room  to  be  heard.  she  only  speaks  when  she  has  something  of  value  to  say.

a  fashionista,  most  of  her  travels  to  other  courts  were  to  explore  their  cultures.  she’s  taken  bits  of  everything  and  kept  it  all  to  herself,  as  well  as  stories  and  tales  she  shares  with  her  siblings.  nerina  is  aware  of  how  lucky  she  is,  was.

she  didn’t  attend  her  father’s  funeral.  where  she  could  have  winnowed  there,  she  makes  the  excuse  of  being  too  far  away.

ironic,  she  will  get  restful  if  one  compares  her  to  her  mother,  but  she’s  hard  pressed  to  stay  in  a  place  long  and  travel  soothes  her  broken  soul.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

on  main  :  tbd

other  ideas  :  dalliances  /  flings  /  flirtationships  /  exes  /  friendships  /  alliances or friendships made while traveling  /  people she sailed with

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

✦  𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔯  *⁎  ,  ✦  𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔞  ⁑  threads  *⁎

✦  𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔯  *⁎  ,  ✦  𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔞  ⁑  inspo  *⁎

✦  𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔯  *⁎  ,  ✦  𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔞  ⁑  dev.  *⁎

✦  𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔯  *⁎  ,  ✦  𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔞  ⁑  image  *⁎

[katwritesshit]

oh. my. god.

I FOUND THE ORIGINAL TBD FROM 2019 IM CRYING WHYS IT SO BADDDDD

tw for absolutely atrocious writing and 9 almost 10 year old me thinking shes the shit

The Black             Dragon   1 

By (redacted)

Prologue 

Once upon a time there was a magical land.This land went by the name of Erada. In Erada there were races, magic and things we haven't even dreamed about. In it, there were four kingdoms, but now three. One was destroyed in a battle with the other continents. The others were terrorised by The Black Dragon. And this is where our story begins... 

CHAPTER 1 

In the third kingdom,Princess Nicky decided to slay The Black Dragon.It was rumored to be impossible. Nobody ever came back alive .But when Nicky decided to do something,she did it.She packed her bags,and quietly left the Castle.She wrote a note to her brother,Jay.She walked through the halls of the castle.She left no trace except for that note.She brought only a pack of food along with her. 

CHAPTER 2 

Jay woke up searching for Nicky .After about 5 minutes of searching he found a handwritten note. Jay, gone to slay the dragon:love Nicky. ”Oh Nicky,”sighed Jay.”When will you ever learn.” So he set out to assist her.Through the castle, down these stairs,past the river.He walked tentatively through the woods.Then he realised he had forgotten food.He stabbed a nearby rabbit and roasted it on a spit.Poor rabbit.He continued on to pursue his sister. 

CHAPTER 3

 After many sleepless nights, Nicky arrived at Owls reach,or at least what was left of it. ”Nicky! Are you crazy!” Nicky turned around. ”Hello Jay!” she replied in an innocent voice,like she hadn't done anything. ”You're lucky I don't strangle you!” They continued down the road, kicking stones into the grass.When they reached the lair Nicky suggested Jay go first.He climbs up the mound of rocks in front of the cave. The biggest boulder on top slips and hits him square in the chest. He falls back to the ground.His breathing becomes hollow. 

CHAPTER 4

 “We should see the wizard.” said Nicky hurriedly. ”Nicky.” Said Jay softly.”I can’t”. Nicky immediately knew something was wrong.”Jay,”She whispered. She pressed her head against his chest. Nothing.”HELP”She cried.Suddenly The Wizard came carrying a scroll and a gleaming green potion.The Wizard forced the potion down his throat.Jay gasped for air.”Jay I hate you sooooo much.”Said Nicky. ”Wow.Nicky, I JUST CAME BACK FROM THE DEAD!!!!”His voice rose.”Oh, Nicky did I mention you alone can slay the dragon.”Said the Wizard. ”What!” Screamed Jay.Nicky’́s face went pale. CHAPTER 5 

Nicky got on her brother’s armour,helmet,and sword.She could almost make out her life flashing before her eyes.She progressed through the smoke generated by the dragon.The dragon arose. ”It’s now or never.” Sighed Nicky. She charged toward the dragon.She flung her sword;the dragon spewed magma.At one point Nicky blinded the dragon with her sword .The dragon roared in agony.Magma wore down her boots.Just when it looked like Nicky was going to get covered in magma , a force pushed her out of the way.It was her brother,determined to save his sister;heir to the throne.He stabbed the monster right in the heart with a silver dagger.Although it meant perishing in the process. Where he found it was a mystery.

 CHAPTER 6 

When Nicky arrived home a humongous party awaited her.The kingdom held a traditional funeral cerimonies.One for Jay ,who died during the battle. 5 years later Nicky had won a fiery debate between her sister. When Nicky arrived at the castle, she had been showered by thank you ́s and gifts.Her brother would have wanted her to move on her quest to unite the solitare kingdoms.So she did.But still, by age 21 she hadn't  forgotten that long ago day.Neither had her kingdom.But she was older now, married,2 children to care for.She couldn't leave again. Not now. Not today.”Thank you”She whispered into the sky,where surely,her brother was watching her.”, for everything.”

 END OF BOOK 1

...

End Notes ::

1. i forgot Erida was originally spelt Erada what the fuckkk....

2. NICKY AND JAY IM FUCKING- NIKITA, ELIAS IM SO SORRY omggg

3. badass fmc settles down even though she clearly doesnt want to trope... eugh

4. SHE WAS STRAIGHT OMG

5. onky 2 kids????? damn

6. grammar? i didnt know her

7. NO KORAKI. NO SILAS. NO ADONIS. WTF IS THIS.

8. love the deus ex machina w the knife (sarcasm. i wanna kms.)

9. wizard?????? why???????????

[k-aylaglennon]

𝒦𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒶 𝒢𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓃

Pronouns: She/Her Born: 27th November 1991 (25) Species: Witch (currently attending Ivy’s makeshift ‘witch school’) Alliance: Good - Unaffiliated Occupation: Forensic scientist for HPD & sort of co-owner of Aloria boutique Location: Inside the dome

So What Happened?

So, Kayla Glennon is a witch! Until Kayla came to Havensdale Valley, until Engel floated into town and unlocked the dormant magic in all those in the area, Kayla had been living a super normal, human, life. Needless to say, it was a fucking wild time!

Armed with only the knowledge that TV and movies gave her, Kayla did her best with the whole ‘magic’ thing at first. She also managed to graduate from Yale and was having a marvellous time at the Founder’s Festival when it came. Then everything went to hell and the weird, ‘itchy witchy’, feelings Kayla had been getting around the supernaturals in town made sense.

Then, like most normal folks in town, Kayla said ‘fucking hell, let's stay indoors’. Kayla and besties Peyton Murphy and Pearl Young moved in together. Soon after, they got a dog- a Dobermann Kayla claimed was a ‘familiar’, but that’s TBD- and learned how to navigate life in this freaky, deaky town.

Ian Morrison would go on to connect Kayla with Ivy O’Connor who started up a protected ‘witch school’ in one of the local Inns. She goes here and learns how to get a handle on her magic. She learned as much as possible about the supernatural and how to protect herself.

Graduates into Havensdale police department to help with the forensics on supernatural cases. Sheriff Bennett is her boss and nobody is complaining about that. She has a badge and a lanyard and now knows way too much about the supernatural crimes of their friends and neighbours in Havensdale. Of course, she keeps this all confidential-- unless it’s Peyton or Pearl.

With much effort, Kayla managed to hack through the dome long enough to send out a magical message to home (in Scotland) to ensure none of their parents would freak out and come looking.

Everyday now they’re just trying to keep it together, order food, have a good time and now convince Peyton to go to the damn doctor about that weird bite that she got from a... dog... It could be anything!

Wanted Connections

Friends from Ivy's witch school.

Police department friends and perhaps some supernatural criminals that she knows too much about.

Some flings, bad dates, riotous stories to tell at parties.

Dog walking friends from the dog park.

[hndyman]

(  keanu reeves ,  49 ,  he / him  )    ⸺      welcome to foresight inn  david lau ,  the  forty-nine  year old from  new washoe city ,  nevada .  they’ve been in foresight  since the beginning .  we thank them for their service as  head of building  and their personality as a  levelheaded & coordinated  person .  but beware ,  they’re also  inflexible & pushy .  they’re  neutral  to the joining of the vegas safe zone group .  we wish them the best .

━  STATS  :

NAME :   david 'ehu lau. NICKNAMES :   davie,  dave. GENDER :   cis male,  he / him . AGE :   forty - nine. D.O.B. :   november 6th . HEIGHT :   6′1". BIRTHPLACE :   pāhoa,  hawaii . SEXUALITY :   bisexual. ROLE :   head of building.

━  FAMILY  :

MOTHER :   noelani lau,  status unknown . FATHER :   edward dy,  status unknown. SIBLINGS :   kim lau  ( sister ),  missing. OTHER :   niece / nephew  ( tbd ).

━  BEFORE THE OUTBREAK  :

hawaii,  he now supposes,  is a place he’ll never see again.  he grew up there,  nourished by a big,  close - knit family that taught him above all else that the support of community would always far outweigh stubborn individualism.  it’s that,  he supposes again,  that has kept him alive thus far and will continue to do so for as long as he keeps his mind in the right place.

it was in the early ‘00s that he moved to the mainland,  up to texas and then eventually over to nevada,  following in the footsteps of his younger sister who had first moved the year prior.  there,  he began studying,  initially unsure what for  ━  but in the end,  to be an architect.  he developed a dream to design spaces with soul,  buildings that could benefit the community and be more than just blocks of concrete and brick.  by 2023,  he was well - accomplished and doing just that,  living comfortably on the money it made him.  it’s too bad it couldn’t have lasted.

━  AFTER THE OUTBREAK  :

it’s mostly a blur now,  and he’s grateful for that little mercy.  he remembers an emergency broadcast and calling his family in hawaii.  he remembers kicking straight into gear in a way he never knew he could.  he remembers driving to his sister’s house and picking her,  her husband,  and their child up,  telling them to pack the bare necessities as quickly as they could because they had to find somewhere safe and they had to do it now.  

well,  all that matters at this point is that they were there for the founding of foresight.  david stepped up to the task of managing the infrastructure and planning how to build onto it and keep their little haven safe,  and it may be a hell of a lot more pressure than his old architectural career,  but it’s far more important than anything he’s ever done before.  he’ll be damned if someone gets hurt because the outside wall wasn’t strong enough or the facilities weren’t kept in proper condition.

only a year in,  his sister and her husband made the choice to leave in the hopes of fetching and bringing back more family.  they were determined,  so nobody could stop them from going  ━  but at the very least,  they left their child with david,  maintaining the sense to know that it was the safest option for them.

his sister never came back,  and neither did her husband.

david has no impressions that they’re still alive,  and he hasn’t had much time to grieve over it.  there’s always a dozen other things to worry about that can be actively helped;  it’s grim perhaps,  but the busyness is a good distraction and when it comes down to it he knows he has people to take care of in the here and now.  the new arrivals from the vegas safe zone only add more to his roster of concerns,  between the risks they may pose and the need to make sure there’s enough room for them.

[henrikhera]

Task Eleven → Intro & Connections

Henrik Hera

Character Information*

The Basics*

FULL NAME: henrik hera

NICKNAME: n/a

GENDER: male

PRONOUNS: he/him

AGE: twenty-nine

OCCUPATION: barman @ mount olympus & personal trainer @ philoctetes gym

FACECLAIM: dacre montgomery

ORIENTATION: tbd officially 

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: in a relationship with @happiestterencegold​

PETS: n/a

The Personality*

+ Brave, Selfless, Warm-Hearted - Innocent, Gullible, Clumsy

Henrik Hera is the son of two business tycoons - everything his family touches turns to gold. His father is the CEO of an energy empire and his mother a lawyer and CEO of her own charity that she started for mothers and their children. Henrik never saw much of his parents when he was growing up thanks to their careers and he was raised by his nannies - Amy and Alfred, a sweet old couple that Henrik adored dearly.

When Henrik was at school, it was no surprise that he excelled in whatever he put his mind to and in Henrik’s case that was sports. His dad hired a personal coach for Henrik and that was how Phil came into the picture. Phil is like an uncle to him and has been the master behind the success of Henrik’s sporting career. In between his sports, Henrik graduated university and is now a personal trainer at Phils gym by day and a bartender at his uncle Haydens bar Mount Olympus at night.

A lot of people treat Henrik as if he’s a ‘the lights are on but nobody’s home’ kind of guy but he does have brains and he puts them to good use. Henrik is warm-hearted and really would take the time out of his day to help anyone that needed help. He puts others before himself but he can be gullible at times since he tries to see the good in everyone and this can lead to people taking advantage of his good hearted nature.

Additional Notes*

big himbo energy

his family are richer than god - so rich that bezos once asked his dad for a loan

had heart surgery when he was a child, phil was his physio at the time to bring him back to health, since then phil’s been like a dad to him

human equivalent of a golden retriver

not a fan of his parents

his parents don’t approve of his relationship with @happiestterencegold​

Random Quirks*

despite being rich, he doesn’t care about money

has three tattoos

will carry things around until the end of time if you asked him to - this has been proven by tina asking him to move a big log around for hours and he did it without catching on that she was making fun of him

hates thunder and lightning - reminds him of his dad

Wanted Connections*

friends

ex’s - all ex’s have been females, terence is the first male henrik has dated

neighbours

work colleagues - both bar and gym 

the socialites/rich kids of redwood hollow

customers - both bar and gym

neighbours

gym buddies

family friends - everyone and their cat have know about the hera’s, his dad made sure of that

people that support/take part in his mothers charity

Wanted Plots / Plot Ideas*

drop and give me 20 - henrik is your characters personal trainer and no matter how much your character says they hate him when they’re working out, they’ve sparked up quite a friendship

press - the press are forever hounding henrik and his family. with news of henrik’s relationship with terence breaking in the press, it has been like throwing meat to the wolves. 

rich kids - henrik has spent his life in these social circles, it would be nice for him to find someone/people that he would’ve endured all those events with growing up

ex - ex’s can only complicate things

himbo hera - he’s cute, he’s dumb, he’s tonnes of fun. a wholesome friendship of two dummies that share the last remaining braincell between them

Taken Connections*

best friend - @pegasusstxrm - bestie & brother for life. 

boyfriend - @happiestterencegold

uncle - @haydenbodaway

uncle - @aresolympia

aunt-in-law/friend - @itspersephxne

uncle-in-law/friend - @gaspard-erikkson

cousins - @paxtonpatterson & @patrickpattersxn

sisterly figure - @sweetellafontaine

niece - dandelion @sweetellafontaine daughter

Other*

One character from the open tag you would like to see taken / added to the Most Wanted page -  from the most wanted page - alberto scorfano & from the open tag to be added to the most wanted page - cogsworth 

One Character you want to see a bio for in relation to this specific character - PHIL