#. messin with a goddess ; important

[herovrse-a]

SHE WANTS TO DANCE around the room , kiss you until her lips turn blue ⸺ ❝ you have made her wonder … is she pretty ? ❞

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[the-blind-geisha]

oooh ocs are my jams. Do any of your OCs contain any symbolism in themselves/their story?/Which character has been through the most design changes?/ Which OC do you make art/media with the most? 🖤

They're mine too. XD I love when people talk about their OCs with me.

10. Do any of your OCs contain any symbolism in themselves/their story? Had to really think about this one.. Oreana having the ability to transform into a phoenix was made when I was told many things growing up online: 'I always seemed to attract broken people' (abusive adopted mother's words, not mine), 'I shoulder a lot of peoples' agony, trying not to project or talk of my own'.

A phoenix is meant to shoulder the world's burdens and turmoil before bursting into flames and being reborn again to start the trend all over. Oreana does this a lot during her times through her story--so much so, she often puts others wellbeing far before herself as she sees herself less important.

11. Which character has been through the most design changes? It's a tie between Oreana, Ignatius, and Irie. xD

While I could scan in the old images of Oreana and Irie and hunt for the deviation I put in storage regarding Ignatius' first demonic design, I am hella lazy right now.

Oh wait, found them in my 'crap art folder' I forgot to delete off of my PC

So, this was Irie's rough first design. The reason I swapped her hair coloration was because of the fact a Sonic character I liked had the same look, and I didn't want to be told 'hur hur looks like (blank)' when that's not the case, as Irie was drawn years before that character came out... lol Here's her final design:

Oreana went through a LOT of hair designs just because, as a kid growing up, I saw her as like any breathing person--she could change her hair however she wanted.

Yes...you can tell I was an Ah, My Goddess fan in some of these... lol

A lot of the times, I'd put her with highlights of some sort, but even give her short hair on occasions. She eventually ended up with the regular look she has today--just a brunette, but I highly doubt the thought of her messin' with her hair won't show up again as I continue my story(s) with her.

I would say those are the main two, as Irie later did get a collar at one point in a comic I did in private, but I'm too lazy to scan it. lol

13. Which OC do you make art/media with the most?

Oreana, without a doubt. She has the most out of anybody since I've been drawing her since 1993 and haven't stopped. ♥

[it-will-not-last-the-night]

-Oil and Water-

4 AM

“Woah, geeze, that was so close,” Ryuji fell back against the wall, tossing his controller aside, and deflated. A sense of palpable relief was evident on his features, alongside a bleary-eyed look of fatigue.

Futaba did not share his same state of fatigue.

“Whew, c’mon, it wasn’t really that close, we had him from about halfway, you just always pop your ulties to early!” She hurried to collect the controller even as she spoke, absently inspecting it for damage.

The two sat in her room, on her bed, magazines, drinks, snacks and pillows spread about them as they faced the monitor they’d been playing on, hooked up to a console. The screen still flickered on the game briefly as Futaba idled through stats and scores at her own leisure.

“I was gonna die! I had to drop the shield!” He protested, weakly, cutting himself off with a rather obnoxious yawn, earning an eyeroll from his younger companion.

“Your health was dropping well within my expected parameters, you wouldn’ t have had to activate the shield for at least another 2 minutes and, then, it would have lasted all the way through his final phase, instead of us having to dodge like crazy for the last bit,” there was no arguing with Futaba on it, in no small part since Ryuji doubted anything she said wasn’t absolutely correct. As a result he settled for just waving a hand at her dismissively, groping about for his phone.

“Whatever Miss Queen of Games-”

“Goddess, if you must,”

Ryuji made an unflattering snorting sound and finally located his phone. “Seriously? 4 in the morning? That was, what, five hours playing? Geeze, no wonder my ass feels numb,” Ryuji remained classy as always.

“That’s nothing, I’ve been on raids that take up to 9 hours solid playing. Of course most of that is when there’s some trick to the raid, so you gotta play over and over on the same parts till someone figures it out, then it’s always way easier in hindsight,” she turned off the console as she spoke, hearing Ryuji’s neck give an audible crick as he stretched out. Stupid, muscled, boy.

“Seriously? That’s like...the whole day. There’s no way I could sit still that long, it’d drive me nuts,” Futaba could only scoff at his plebian constitution.

“You can’t sit still for a minute without complaining so you aren’t a good bar for this at all. You were shifting around so much I thought you were just going to push me off! Not to mention now you rubbed your numb butt all over my precious bed! I’ll have to disinfect the sheets!” 

“It isn’t my fault your room has almost nowhere else to sit, okay? Also you’re in school now so you gotta get rest, remember what Makoto said? No more sleeping in the day and staying up at night, ‘ight?”

“Sleep is for the weak, I prefer to just turbocharge with sugar and power through school then stay up all night, it’s a perfect solution!” A perfect solution it was not, and Futaba knew this. Adjusting to her first year at Shujin had come with a number of obstacles. One of those was trying to get back into a normal sleeping pattern, something she hadn’t done for years. Even now she struggled falling asleep any time before 2 or 3 in the morning, leading to more than a few incidents of passing out at Shujin and getting lectured by Sojiro. There was, of course, no way Futaba was ever going to admit that to a bonehead like Ryuji. Even struggling to sleep she still managed considerably better scores than him so, when you think about it, her way was clearly better.

“What are you, a vampire? Seriously Futaba, sleep’s important for a growing kid, even a pipsqueak like you could still pack on a few inches,” he tauntingly held his hand above her head in the air, grinning crookedly. 

Vampire’s weren’t really Futaba’s style, she prefered aliens or orcs, but more importantly; “A few inches? Ryuji! My breast size is not something you should be worrying about! You just want me to grow up like Ann and Haru and Makoto don’t you? Admit it!” If he was going to open the door to taunting than Futaba would give as good as she got and, if history was any judge, she gave considerably more than he could handle.

“W-what? No! No! I meant height! Height! Taller, taller Futaba! I didn’t...I wouldn’t...you’re fine how you are I...not that I care! Or...as long as you’re happy then...I just meant...” he devolved into a Ryuji-esque meltdown, cheeks tinged pink, eyes wide as saucers, babbling and wavings his arms about in an incoherent mess. She couldn’t help but giggle. There was almost no-one as fun to tease as Ryuji, his unique blend of earnesty, foot-in-mouth syndrome and idiocy was simply unmatched. 

“It’s okay, doofus, but let that be a lesson to you not to make comments about a lady’s physique! Stick to what you know; meat and muscles and punching stuff,” she poked a finger into his chest accusatorily and tried to ignore how irritatingly solid it was.

“You know I am good at other stuff too,” he sulked, a hand rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Evidence would beg to differ,” she shot back, sticking a tongue out at him and earning another amused snort from the blonde...well, only partly blonde, darker roots were beginning to show again. Ever since Ren had moved away his dedication to keeping his hair blonde had been fading. 

“Whatever, look you sure it’s still cool if I crash here for tonight? Sojiro’s cool with it while he’s out?” 

“Nah, I didn’t tell him, so when he comes back and finds you here tomorrow morning, er, later in the morning he’ll probably kill you,” stringing Ryuji along was just to easy for her, how could she blamed for pulling his leg when he basically stuck it out for her every single time?

“W-” was as far as Ryuji managed, leaping to his full height, voice dangerously high, before Futaba’s familiar cackle clued him in on what was yet another instance of her messing with him.

“Relax, geeze, obvs I told him,” she shook her head as he calmed down; “Besdes, he’s okay with any of you being here, Inari, you, Ren, so long as it’s you guys it’s okay, so ease up on the paranoia, will ya?” 

“Hey! If I’m paranoid it’s cause you keep messin’ with me!” Ryuji shot back weakly, grumbling all the while. Futaba simply shrugged.

“So what do you wanna do next?”

“Sleep?” He said it as if it was some obvious conclusion she should have reached already. She tried to make sure her disappointment didn’t show and, luckily, Ryuji was one of the people she was rather good at hiding things from, though that was probably more just because Ren, Makoto and Haru were, by comparison, far more perceptive than him.

“I mean it’s already way past my normal time and I like gettin’ up early, sleeping in the whole day, just feels like I’m wastin’ time, ya know?” He didn’t mean it as a question, not a real one, Futaba knew a rhetorical question when she heard one. 

“So that’s what I’ve been doing, huh?” She kept it to a whisper, not exactly wishing to inject bitterness into what had otherwise been a fun night. There was nothing really for it in the end, he was an early rising, workout obsessed, extroverted meathead, she was a nightowl, introvert, who could barely make the walk down her own stairs without panting. They were just like oil and water, night and day and other cool sounding metaphors. 

For some reason that bothered her a bit.

“Okay, okay, fine, yeesh, can’t believe you still have a bedtime, and you call me the kid?”

[liliumlies]

Die wahre Braut || Liesel and Dilan || Epilogue

Es war einmal ein Mädchen, das war jung und schön, aber seine Mutter war ihm früh gestorben…

They may have been freed from the confines of the goddess’s nightmare, but Liesel still has to claw her way to the surface of her own mind, through sluggish remnants of memory and things that would become their own dreams if she let them. An unfamiliar sensation, for a woman so used to springing awake alert for any sign of danger. “Urgh,” is her first utterance in the new world they’ve brought to life. What an auspicious start.

Once she’s remembered how to focus her eyes and stand up, she does both, unsteadily. Liesel looks around at the other chosen groggily achieving consciousness, but she only has eyes for one.

She hurries to Dilan’s side, taking his hand in hers as he comes to. She wants to do more, but… they’re not alone.

~

The first rays of real, non-dream light in ages begin to swim before Dilan’s closed eyes. At first, his instinct is to close them tighter - five more minutes, he feels himself saying. Then, the reality of the situation comes flooding back to him, and he bolts upright.

Almost immediately, he regrets it. His real body hasn’t moved for ages, and he feels a tinge of pain in his shoulders. But that’s not important. What’s important is that he’s alive - he’s real. The world is real again.

When everything settles, he realizes that Liesel’s holding his hand. He can’t help but smile at that. “Good morning,” he murmurs.

The explanation - from Auguste, from the detective - comes just after. A lot of it is really much more than Dilan can comprehend. So much of this has been. Eidolons, fake goddesses, Nyarlthotep - he voted for something, but the decision didn’t feel like his. But now, his- their lives were laid out long in front of them. They could do whatever they wanted.

After it’s all said and done, he turns to Liesel. “What do you think, then?” He asks. “What do you want to do?” She always has good ideas.

~

Liesel smiles. “Well, we made plans, did we not? Travel the world, and such. Hmmm… We will have to think about this in rather more detail now that we are actually doing it, won’t we?” She glances at Arthur. He’s been around. He might be a good resource… or, they could peruse an atlas in the library before they leave. They are in no hurry. How simply luxurious, to have the rest of their lives ahead of them, to live at their own pace.

“After that… well, I am sure we will find somewhere to settle down along the way. Somewhere with enough space for a chicken coop and a stable, of course.” Liesel is adamant about the whole pastoral thing. “And do you think we should adopt a dog or a cat first?”

~

Dilan puts his hands on his hips, smiling. “If I remember right… we said Egypt, didn’t we? After that, I guess we can play it by ear. We’ve got more than enough money now.” He scratches his cheek. “And yeah, of course. You can have your chickens, maybe I can get a second horse… maybe…”

He remembers Duchess. “A cat,” he decides. “‘S always room for a dog later down the line.”

Dilan looks back at the others. Slowly, he stands up, and then turns the pockets of his jacket inside-out. Crystal flowers clatter onto the floor. “I don’t know what most of that was about,” he admits, “And I don’t think I ever will. But I’m not messin’ around with resurrection magic ever again. Not after all of that shit,” he runs a hand through his hair. “So ‘s all yours. Hope you can bring them all back.”

He looks down at Liesel - his fiancée - and smiles. “When you’re ready,” he remarks. “We’ve got a lot ahead of us.”

~

Liesel tilts her head. “I thought it was… Peru?” The train, and their first discussion of this topic on it, was a long, long time ago. She feels she’s aged a lifetime in the intervening months. “Oh, well. We will figure it out, I’m sure.”

When he discards his crystal flowers, Liesel digs into her satchel for hers as well. Stooping to gather his up, she wraps the sum of both their totals in Arthur’s handkerchief - another memory from Claire’s time-traveling train - and offers them to the lich himself. “I think… these will be more useful in your hands,” she ventures. “We’ll be in touch. And when they are all awake again -” not a pessimistic if, for once - “then Dilan and I shall have our wedding.”

She looks around. At Vanessa, who had been so excited by the false invitation Liesel had offered her. At everyone she’d made this journey with, who had helped her come back from the brink of despair and learn to want to be the woman she was. Even the sleeping ones. No longer lambs she was leading to slaughter with a lie. For there would be no more lies! Genuine guests, friends to fill the seats. Family, even, some of them. She can’t deny she’s grown to think of them that way. “To which you will all be invited, naturally.”

Auf der Treppe blühten die Blumen, aus dem Zimmer schallte der Gesang der fremden Vögel, aber in dem Saal stand der ganze Hof versammelt, und der Priester wartete, um den Bräutigam mit der wahren Braut zu vermählen.

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♡ ⸺ ORIGINAL CHARACTERS ; bloom kaede. sage yumeno. shiro busujima.

♡ ⸺ CANON CHARACTERS  (in order of highest to lowest muse) ; camie utsushimi. mina ashido. eijiro kirishima. himiko toga.

♡ ⸺ REQUEST/ASK (test muses) ; keigo takami. shota aizawa.

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