#Freya is used to my bullshit

[circulars-reasoning]

Hi, I hope this ask isn’t too invasive…

You’ve mentioned before that you’re an English teacher, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to speak a bit on how you became one (education? certifications?) and what it’s like for you teaching while living with DID.

The reason I ask is, I’m a senior in high school and I’ll be going to college in the fall. I’m really worried because I have so many alters who all want different things for my life. But in general, I’m drawn to teaching and many of my alters are okay with the idea of pursuing this as a career - especially if I can teach English, which has always been my best subject (I’m in the US).

I’m really scared about entering the adult world, and want to be as prepared as possible for this shift. Hearing from a system who followed the career path I’m considering would be really amazing!

If this ask bothers you or if you’re not comfortable answering it, I totally understand. Thank you for your time and consideration!

- Freya

Hey!!! Sorry I missed this ask -- I hardly use this blog and actually plan on deleting it soon. Just need to get around to reblogging the important posts.

But this is an important one, and I really want to respond here, in the hopes that you'll see it.

I'm an English teacher for 6th grade in the US, and I can say that, without a doubt, college was harder than being a teacher is currently. Do not let your experiences in college stop you from your goal. The professors will not be kind to you, especially if you don't know what's happening to you.

I'm going to pop this under a cut because boy howdy I am rambling.

In terms of college and working to become a teacher with DID:

Firstly, and most importantly: Scheduling. You will need to be completely on top of scheduling out your few years of college. You don't need to be perfect, mind you, but please be aware of what classes are required and when you will take them. My college fucked me over on this. The reason it's so vital is because most education programs in the US are 5 year programs -- 4 years of college, and a 5th year of one semester of a "practicum" (an unpaid internship at a school). During your practicum, you're not supposed to take any extra classes. I was taking 3 classes on top of my practicum to stay under 5 years. Don't do this. Either bite the bullet and do that extra 5th year of schooling, or plan accordingly so you don't get stuck the same way I did.

Now that that's out of the way:

DID definitely impacted my ability to study for things. It really helped having someone else holding me accountable; my partner, my roommate for 3 of my 4 years of college, really helped me out and basically did the education degree alongside me in spirit. If you can, find someone else to help you study.

That someone else should not be a fellow education major. This is because almost all of them will drop out by the time you graduate. That's a sorry truth, unfortunately. In my Junior Literature class of 6 students in my junior year, only 3 moved on with their degree; in my senior year, I was the only one who moved on. This is because college is fucking grueling, and everyone dropped out, thinking teaching would be harder (I'll get to that).

Don't try to overcome your disorder in college. Don't try to heal or recover while going through classes. Try to survive. You do not need to focus on recovery immediately, and it is a BAD idea to pile that much on your shoulders while in college and while teaching. Try to maintain and survive as best as you can. Recovery is a process and it will work on its own as you go through.

You can absolutely bullshit your way through an English degree, easy. It's not hard. Especially if you start writing about fanfiction in Lit 101 -- or at least, in my experience, that got me far. If you know you'd good at English, I would highly recommend it, esp if you're good at School English.

For your other classes, you'll likely have to do gen ed credits. Be creative and have fun. To fulfill my math credits, I took programming and "mathematical excursions" (you do fun shit with math and learn to pay for a house -- it was incredible). To fulfill science credits, I took Astronomy as a night class and got to look through a telescope during a night class for an A. It was awesome. (Well, ok, that class sucked, but you get the point).

DON'T OVERSTACK YOUR CREDITS. I wouldn't go above 18 credits per semester. I usually did around 16, and the minimum we could do was 12. Don't go minimum, but do not overstack. Again, scheduling, don't overschedule yourself.

You'll take a form of practicum each year more than likely. This will be where you go to a school and teach for a bit, and then you'll go do homework about what you taught. In your first year or two, you won't be doing almost any of the teaching; you'll shadow a mentor teacher who will show you how to do the thing. This is honestly so beneficial, but...

TAKE NOTES. For fucks sake, the memory part of DID fucking destroyed me in college, and notes would improve everything. Take double notes, honestly -- physical notes while in the school, and digital notes once you get home.

GET ENOUGH SLEEP. DID leads to insomnia so frequently. Start trying to keep good sleeping habits now, because it WILL get worse as college goes on. Do NOT do what I did and try to survive on 3 hours of sleep a night. It is not sustainable and you will catch every single disease these kids transfer onto people, I swear to god.

The Dean of Students will actually help. A lot. Please go to them if you're struggling. If you can't go, then send someone you trust to advocate for you. In my senior year when everything was going to shit with my mentor teacher (she was a horrible woman) and the admin at school were shitty to me (again, a horrible woman in charge), my partner went to the Dean and advocated for me. That mentor teacher was forced to retire from the school the next year, and my admin had to extend my semester by 3 days to give me a better practicum with someone who could actually do their fucking job. Do not feel scared to advocate.

Please. Please, if you remember nothing, remember this: do not listen to your coworkers in your final practicum. Don't listen to what they say about you becoming a teacher. These people are jaded assholes who, in my experience, want nothing more than to bomb the school. I wish I was kidding, but genuinely, so many of them are horrifically jaded and don't want to be there, ESPECIALLY when your practicum starts (which almost always coincides with state testing schedules). Teaching is awesome, genuinely, so long as you enjoy it.

And lastly for the college aspect: It gets easier. It really does. College was absolute hell for me up through senior year. This was because not only was I doing full coursework (ouch), but I was also starting to really understand and process bits of my trauma (yikes) and I was still with my abusers (yikes). This makes it so, so much harder, in so many ways. And I still did it. And now, here I am to live and tell the tale, and now that I am a teacher?

This shit is so much more forgiving. I have slipped up so fucking much, but as long as you do your best and mean well, your bosses will fucking adore you. They desperately need warm bodies in the room to help make sure the kids don't set fire to each other, and you are certainly going to fit the job description if you give a single shit.

Be open about some of your issues, but not all. I'm very open at work that I suffer from a disorder that leads to amnesia, but I'm careful about how I do this. "I actually have an issue that leads to a lot of forgetfulness, so if it's possible that you could send me a reminder of that meeting, I'd appreciate it." That's all I needed, and now we have a group calendar and my coworker has forgiven me numerous times for missing something.

Your mistakes as a system are completely seen as just. Normal Ass Human Mistakes. Forgot a meeting? Happens to everyone. Broke down crying in front of the kids? Shit fam, the teacher across the hallway walked out last week, you're doing remarkably just because you stayed.

The kids can fuck you up. Genuinely. They WILL trigger you. You WILL get memories of your childhood and it WILL hurt. And you will get through them with patience, time, and understanding. It'll be okay. Please, work hard on reminding yourself that these kids are not actively malicious. They do not understand your perspective.

To that note, almost every single teacher I know has a therapist. It is not a shocker to be in therapy. Most teachers need it. If you don't have one, I highly recommend getting one, if just to bitch about your coworkers with someone who will nod and say, "You deserved better than that, you're right."

Most of teaching is paperwork and meetings. Like genuinely, it's kind of ridiculous. We have meetings every Monday and Thursday, with occasional meetings on Tuesday and Wednesday. It's a LOT of meetings, and everything needs documented.

Work life balance. Please have one. This is when you start working on not bringing work home.

MULTIPLE CHOICE QUIZZES ARE OKAY. GENUINELY. I was so firmly against them as a student in college -- "that doesn't test genuine knowledge!" Neither does school. Please save yourself the hours of grading and do a few multiple choice quizzes. In some counties the system you use will autograde them.

God I could talk about this for hours on end. I'm really genuinely happy to answer so many questions about this. If you want to know anything specific, feel free to ask. I'm also over on @circular-bircular and plan to use that as my main system blog, so you can ask me more questions there if you want.

You've got this. I am absolutely rooting for you.

[pruneunfair]

How I think the OG stories of otome isekai would be viewed if they were real.

Sodom and the holy grail (How to get my husband on my side)

From the tidbits of the og story we get, Sodom and the holy grail focused more on politics then romance with the plot being about rebelling against Ruby's father and other corrupt church members, Rudbeckia would be a minor antagonist in the way of the main ship of Izek and the FL Freya and as we are told, the entire Borgia family would've been killed off by Izek after Rudbeckia poisons Ellen. It'd probably be well liked for focusing more on gritty politics and tragedy than shojo romance and as far as we know, Freya wouldn't be a terrible FL since the narrative would have no reason to make her awful: 8.5/10

May rest be at your side (the tyrants only perfumer)

there isn't a lot revealed about this one, only that Ariel was the villainess and the og fl would show up on time instead of waiting to make her big entrance. It looks like a basic rofan so I'll just guess it'd be an underrated and cliché story: 5/10

Snow white (not sew wicked step-mom)

Its literally just another iteration of snow white, so it would have all the basic stuff in snow white. The apple, evil step-mom, magic mirror, dwarves, and a healing kiss. Plus some historical points for the fact that the cannon ending for Abigail in the og story was being forced to dance with burning hot shoes which was how the evil queen died in the Grimms brother version. :7/10

Lovely princess

As the title implies, Jennette is a lovely princess along with her sister Athy. It's been described as a basic unoriginal found family tale with Jennette being loved by everyone including her murderous father with a backstory that she had a wicked mother who used magic to have Jennette. It ends with Athy being unjustly executed for the false crimes of poisoning Jennette while the latter lives on with a happily ever after. This would probably be universally despised if it were a real story for the bullshit reason Athy was killed off and the lack of care for it: 2/10

Lady Lily (the villainess maker)

Its another basic damsel in distress and Prince charming tale that's canonically a dumpster fire since it was written by a 14 year old, from what I could remember Charlotte invents a new form of skirt/dress for women to wear at balls and she catches the eye of a few men, it's so terrible that it ceases to function and ends up in a loop if things dont go according to how they are supposed to, so it's basically the average wattpad fanfic. 1/10 for being such an inconsistent mess the villainess maker plays into how stupid it is.

I don't think this one ever got a name but it's the og-story from Today the villainess has fun again

Iris is a poor Viscounts daughter who sets out on her own and becomes a maid. After a while of hardwork, she finds herself back into regal life after the crown prince and Reilynns fiance takes a liking to her, from there Iris has multiple men to choose from and along the way she opens up a perfume store I think?. This sounds like the type that would do so well on a webtoon but everywhere else would roast the shit out of it and side with Reilynn. 3/10

The flower from another world (divorcing my tyrant husband)

The FL Aisha travels to another dimension where she meets the Emperor and they fall in love. The "villainess" Robelia gets shoved to side and dies while Alexandros makes Aisha the empress. I feel like if this were a real manhwa, they'd probably vilifiy Robelia to justify Aisha butting into another relationship but as is, this story would probably also be despised for its treatment of Robelia. 1/10

Bridgette wants to be happy (Seducing the villains father)

The og plot was Bridgette as the FL and her love interest learning to heal from the traumas of the past that affected their parents lives. Characters would be mostly different since Yerenica and Erudian would be dead and Soleia may not even be a main character, that would be her son Dekalb. So we are talking a tragic story with a happy ending. This sounds like something I would actually read and I can see it being popular if it were real. 9/10

Stop obsessing over me brother! (Not your typical reincarnation story)

Self explanatory. I feel like this would just be some weird as step-bro fetishist crap judging by the title and the fact that Killian and Cliff really are Rhyses de-facto older brothers. Edith really did this one a favor by stepping in: 0/10

[evita-shelby]

Friday the 13th

actually part iv of Easier than a Knife(prev)

cw: mentions of past attempted sexual assault, murder, superstition

evacore taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta @justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark @zablife

When Shelby threw pebbles at her window again, the last thing she expected was to be standing in a graveyard in her silk kimono robe as Tommy dug up his guns to move them into her house in the same crate she left her home country in.

She had shown it to him, the perfectly sized crate from the Manchester Car Factory that is kept in the cellar where all the mice Bastet is going to kill for her. Then Tommy got this brilliant idea.

“We’d leave faster if you could put your pretty hands to good use.” He wiped the sweat off his face with his shirt sleeve and continued filling the empty grave back.

“And ruin this silk? No, thank you.” she exclaims as if she couldn’t just buy another one. But he was the one who dragged her in the dead of night instead of asking his brothers to go with him.

“I thought you said you were a soldier.” The gangster remarked and kept up the banter to hide his fears of being in a cemetery at the witching hour on Friday the 13th.

“I thought you weren’t superstitious.” The witch threw back with a chuckle. “Is that why you brought me here, to keep the undead away from you?”

“Aren’t witches supposed to take this sort of thing seriously?” Tommy tries to deflect and gives Eva the opening to mention this other alleged meaning for Friday the 13th.

“Some believe it is lucky, associated with the Goddess Freya of the Norse. Supposedly its lucky to fuck on nights like these.” She wants him, he is what she wants in a man and sure he was English, but it wasn’t like he was American or worse, French. Eva likes toying with him, making him earn her because he’s too used to getting any woman he wants by just looking at them.

Grace easily forgot he tried to sell her like a leg of mutton and Lizzie forgets he doesn’t reciprocate her feelings for him. Eva needs him to earn her before she can reward him with her eternal love.

“Are you coming on to me, Eva?” He looks at her sitting on the gun crate he put in the space between this grave and the next with a raised eyebrow.

“If I was, I would’ve mentioned that story of Mary Shelley lost her virginity on her mother’s grave and my wish to do the same.” The dark-haired woman answers knowing the effect her words have on him.

Sex appeal was as good a weapon as a finely made gun or a bank full of money. It worked for the two of them well enough or else they wouldn’t be here tonight. That combined with that bullshit excuse that she loses her abilities should she have premarital sex to avoid getting raped during her time in Pancho Villa’s army ---and avoid punishment for killing her would be rapist--- worked like a charm.

“Aren’t you afraid of disturbing the dead?” he asks, smiling because she’s practically admitted to desiring him. A sign that she does like him as if the kisses they shared about two or three hours ago hadn’t made it obvious.

“It’s an empty grave, there is no one to disturb here. Besides, I hate to be predictable.” And between losing her virginity in a bed or on top of a grave on Friday the 13th, it is obvious what the witch would choose.

“Would be a good alibi, wouldn’t it? Seeing the look in Grace’s face when we get home with the two of us covered in grave dirt and you having the man she won’t ever have.” He plays on her immediate loathing of the blonde. A good move, Eva loves making her miserable.

Oh, what she’d give to kill her!

“You are a cruel woman, remind me not to cross you, Mrs. Shelby.”

“Finish what you’re doing, and I’ll even share my tub with you.” The witch smirked knowing he’d bring down the sun if she asked.

[kneesheee]

Klaus Mikaelson as a character has so much potential other than being an asshole (a hot one but still an asshole).

Now mind you, I haven’t even watched nothing of TVD 😭 but you mean to tell me that he is a vampire-wolf hybrid with an untapped witch side and canon gives you that?

Witches lose access to their magic when they become vampires EXCEPT Klaus is a hybrid. He’s half-dead, so theoretically, he could have still awaken as a witch!

Ansel is his father who is ALSO a part of Werewolf Royalty. But he’s a wolf that’s the important part and that means Klaus is a wolf and wolves have packs. And while it can be argued that his siblings were his pack, apparently Ansel had OTHER children that managed to survive Mikael long enough for Cary to be his descendant and you mean to tell me that Klaus didn’t try to get to know them?

His wolf side was suppressed but it was still there! He had other siblings that could have made him understand himself (or make him worse. He probably would’ve been carting around wolf spirits of those siblings who knows. He’s an artist so he has a bit of creativity in him).

And again, he has an untapped witch side. Dahlia, Freya, and Esther might have been the only ones known from that family line but someone had to have survived. They had to be at least on the other side.

Speaking of the other side, KLAUS HAS SIBLINGS AND ANCESTORS!! Why not tap into that? Esther watched them so what were the rest of their ancestors doing? What were his paternal half-siblings doing on the other side? Were they just watching him slaughter everyone and dagger his siblings?

And … and… this ALL applies to Hope! She is ALL of this! Again, I didn’t watch the show but why wasn’t her “legacy” not to live up to her family name, but trying to juggle all of her lineage? She’s a werewolf princess. She’s the vampire princess. She’s a powerful witch (unnamed because Esther’s family line was unnamed and though she’s a “Mikaelson witch”. The witch part didn’t come from him.) She’s all of this, and we don’t see any results of it.

She’s supposed to be the most powerful person in the world. Girl, why are fighting bullshit? You can be uniting the communities.

And being King of New Orleans seems very shortsighted of him. “Oh wow. I am an all powerful hybrid and I want to rule this one little city instead of enforcing my rule over everything because my blood states that I am all THREE.”

Wait let’s go back to the Other Side. All these goddamn people are steady crossing back over and shit, but Henrik is never brought back? Killed by a werewolf and is also an untapped witch? Is there some other qualification to be on the Other Side or at peace?

Your first thought is to use dark magic to turn your kids into vampires and not bring your baby back to life? Girl, I am not maternal at all but I would have been strolling through the Other Side like it was a goddamn Black Friday sale to get my child.

And Klaus was supposed to be some big time strategist. Why not compel Elena when she wasn’t on vervain to just donate blood to you every month or so, and make her forget that it’s for you.

Also wikia said there was a tie-novel to the Originals and Klaus was married in it so he’s a widow and that was probably like the only time he didn’t kill Rebekah’s lovers?

Man idk. This isn’t my fandom. I’m just a guest in yall house 😭

[s3znl-gr3znl]

fighting leda and her allies and whatever feelings of friendship i had with moore are gone. fuck you and your fucking rot pot bullshit, your stupid fucking defense, and you're especially stupid fucking health pool. the whole fight is fucking ass tbh. Even being as high leveled as i am i still dont have enough stamina for more than four swings with a medium weapon. Fucking forget about blocking. I upgraded my scadutree to level 16 and that apparently still isnt enough to have good damage. I actually hate this whole fight. Ansbach and summon arent even doing that much for me.

If i focus damage on moore my summon dies to freya, if i focus on freya then i still have to deal with moores fuckass rot pots and shield charges and god forbid either moore or freya is still around when leda an dane show up. Dane is constantly rushing me down and leda is shooting her bs at me from a mile away and by now whatever fully upgraded summon i had is fucking cooked. I cant stun or interrupt any of danes attacks without opening myself up to damage from 8 other sources. Applying a status effect is useful but not nearly as realiable as it could be.

Its bullshit. I hate it. Wtf do i do?

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Chapter 12 Nemo dat quot non habet (No one gives what they do not have) -Interlude

I'm trying to get back on writing, peeps

Taglist: @glitterypirateduck @letsreadallday @jamesrifftapes @sofasoap @mmyrrhh

Ocs mentioned:

Petra belongs to @eenochian and you can read the start of her (ongoing) story here

Freya (Mini) belongs to @sofasoap and it's an adaptation of the OC

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Stirling Lines, Credenhill

‘‘You have no idea how glad am I that you finally decided to grace us back with your presence’’

Lieutenant Mylène Scholten de Ridder, callsign Petra, chuckled for herself, not at all offended by Captain Price’s dry tone.

‘‘There were lots of work to do, Price, I just couldn’t leave’’

‘‘You were kind of needed here, you know’’ Price grumbled from behind his desk, arms crossed and glaring at his second in command. She returned his gaze calmly, with one of her gentle smiles that if he didn’t appreciate her so much, he’d be pissed about.

‘‘I was kind of needed there too’’

‘‘Figures’’ Price tried to keep the stern glare, but in the end relented and took two glasses out of his drawer, before taking out the whiskey as well. ‘‘Well, I’m glad you finally came back’’

Lt. Scholten had been absent for months, working in a humanitarian mission in Urzikstan, collaborating with Commander Farah Karim and Alex Keller. She had been due to return for some time, but it wasn’t until she had been somewhat satisfied with her job that she had done so.

‘‘I was half scared of coming back and finding out you had filed for retirement’’ Petra accepted the glass with a smile, and waited for Price to pour a couple of fingers of the liquid inside. Her mismatched eyes seemed amused. ‘‘Some of your texts sounded quite…’’

‘‘Desperate? Annoyed?’’ Price snorted, drinking a sip of his own whiskey. It was godawful early, but Petra had arrived late the previous day, and he had been busy. ‘‘I have my hands full. And there’s something brewing’’

Petra frowned lightly, toying with the glass in her hands, staring intently at her Captain.

‘‘What is it?’’

‘‘I don’t know, but I smell bullshite forming. Laswell is going nuts running around trying to locate Shepherd, there’s a whole former Black Ops unit that has gone AWOL or the former operators show up murdered, we still don’t know where or what Makarov is doing…’’ Price sighed, rolling an unlit cigar between his fingers, looking at her. ‘‘And who knows what else is happening that we are not aware of’’

‘‘Yet’’ Petra said, softly, and he nodded.

‘‘Yet. That’s the part that worries me and keeps me awake at night. What part are we missing’’ Shaking his head, Price opened another drawer and grabbed a handful of personnel folders before placing them on the desk. ‘‘These are the people that I have hired since you abandoned us’’

‘‘Don’t be dramatic, I didn’t abandon any of you’’ Petra protested, trying not to chuckle when Price pointed his finger at her.

‘‘You know I absolutely despise doing paperwork and going over personal files, and you left me to deal with this shite. I always hated it, and having you here doing it for me just made me lazy’’

Petra laughed while grabbing the folders, checking briefly the surnames on them, looking for a certain one.

‘‘I solemnly promise I will never ever abandon my Captain to drown in paperwork ever again’’

‘‘You fucking better, and the file you’re looking for is not there’’ Price grumbled, opening another drawer and dropping a considerably thicker folder on the table. Petra’s eyes widened a bit, and so did her smile.

‘‘Oh, seems like I’m in for a treat. I’m still mad you recruited people without me’’

‘‘I’m still mad you left me to deal with it but here we are’’ The Captain retorted, but Petra already had her nose in the folder.

Minutes flew by while the Lieutenant was absorbed in what she was reading, and Price made the best of that time to catch on with his own paperwork, huffing here and there. Finally, after what felt for him like hours but was more likely just fifteen minutes, Petra looked up at him.

‘‘I knew you sent me the watered down version’’

‘‘I think there’s even more and Laswell gave me her watered down version’’ Price snorted, pouring more whiskey before leaning back in his chair, toying with the bottle. ‘‘But in any case, you’ll like her’’

‘‘I like her already’’ Petra smiled, going over some of the details in the folder again. ‘‘Soap and Gaz have been texting me from time to time, telling me their antics. I’ve been speaking regularly with Heather too. And even Ghost answered a couple of my texts’’

‘‘I want to assign her as your Sergeant’’

Petra looked up at Price, with surprise in her mismatched eyes, but she wasn’t opposed to the idea.

‘‘You’re still hellbent on the Bravo 5 team thing?’’

‘‘Once those three and Cruz are back, you’ll understand’’ Price chuckled, enjoying greatly the confused look on Petra’s face. ‘‘MacTavish is already Ghost’s Sergeant, and Gaz is mine. You need one’’

‘‘Well, right, but…’’ Petra started speaking, but Price didn’t allow her to go further.

‘‘I could give you Gaz and I could keep her, but I think it’d be best if she was with you. What I can’t do, under any circumstance, is move MacTavish around’’

Petra just raised her eyebrows, and Price sighed, rubbing his nose. Of course she didn’t know. She hadn’t been there. She hadn’t seen.

‘‘I cannot move MacTavish from under Ghost’s command because Simon keeps him in check. And the other way round too. Gaz could do it too, though’’ He admitted, and then barked a laugh before continuing. ‘‘But I would throttle Soap if I had to deal with his antics, and I can’t put Riot under Ghost’s direct command’’

‘‘Why not?’’

‘‘You’ll see soon enough by yourself’’ Price chuckled again, and for a moment, Petra almost wished she had never left. It seemed there was a lot of gossip that she had missed and that she hadn’t been told through text yet.

‘‘I’ll wait, I guess. But, that reminds me’’ She retrieved another folder from her own bag and placed it delicately on Price’s desk, right under his nose, smiling sweetly. ‘‘I need your signature here. I have already signed’’

‘‘What is this?’’ Price eyed the document suspiciously, and then at her. She was grinning.

‘‘It’s a good thing that you want me to lead Team 5 and that I won’t have Soap under my direct command. I have met a brilliant young lady, that has just recently finished her medical studies and has enlisted, and I very much want her with us, Captain’’

‘‘Well, if you say you want her, I don’t see why not…’’ Price shrugged, grabbing his fountain pen, and then opened the folder.

He almost dropped the pen.

There, on the front page, the words Corporal Freya MacTavish stared back at him.

Price looked up at Petra, speechless, while she smiled innocently.

‘‘You’ve got to be shitting me’’

Lieutenant Scholten just smiled more.

[freyasilverbough]

The Cave Bear and the White Wolf - Warrior of the Moon

A merging of previously posted parts, slightly rewritten. My OC acting insane based on a run I did where I aggroed Moonrise and didn’t have my party with me (I’ve been Baldur’s bored lately after 1500+ hours combined between console and pc lmao I wanted to see if I could 💀).

Read on AO3 here

Cw for blood, death, canon typical violence, slightly explicit towards the end. Some fluff and hurt/comfort. Vague mention of a suicide (?) in reference to Kar’niss being convinced to drop the lantern and walk into the curse.

Word count: 4,061

“Fucking hells.”

Halsin’s eyes snapped open at Freya’s voice, still hoarse from all she’d endured the day before. He had discovered what was wrong with Thaniel while Freya slept and though he wanted so badly to put his plan into action, he knew that Freya would have his balls if he went without her. 

She was, of course, already trying to sit up on her own. Halsin moved from his chair to perch on the edge of her bed and used one hand to push her back down gently. 

“How do you feel?” He asked her. 

“Oh, all-powerful archdruid, I’m in such pain. Put me from my misery, I beg you,” she retorted with a dramatic eye roll. Her sense of humor had returned, at least. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his chest as he lightly flicked her nose and she snapped her teeth at him. “Honestly, Halsin, I’m fine. I’ll die of boredom if you don’t let me up, and then everyone’s efforts will be wasted.”

Damn stubborn woman, he thought as he slid his arm under her shoulders and helped her sit up. Freya winced slightly as her sore muscles adjusted to the movement, and when she was sitting upright she started testing her injured shoulder. 

She did not behave like a woman who had just been at death’s door the previous day, that much was certain. 

Freya looked down at the leg that had been sliced open to find it clad in clean black cotton pants. She shot Halsin a glare, apparently thinking he got her naked while she was unconscious or something. Not that he didn’t want to get her naked. 

“Not me,” he said quickly. “Shadowheart brought clothes for you last night since your others were shredded.” She ran a hand through her hair, finding it unbraided and clean. “That was me, I’m afraid. I figured if you wanted red hair, you’d dye it on purpose, and the blood was starting to stain.”

Freya huffed a small laugh. “Perhaps it would be easier if I did dye it. Silver is so inconvenient.”

They sat there next to each other in silence for several moments. 

“I know you’re not one for sentimentality, but I need you to hear this. I thought you were going to die yesterday. You are, perhaps, the strongest person I’ve ever met, and without a doubt the fiercest warrior. No one here doubts your skills or your strength,” Halsin started. 

“My brother always said that anything before the word ‘but’ is bullshit,” Freya answered. It was the first time Halsin had heard her say a word about her family, and he didn’t even think she realized she said it. 

“But,” he continued. “Even you cannot face everything alone. I am here to be your ear as you bear your burdens and the arms that protect you when you can shoulder them no more. If you aren’t ready to share your mind with me, at least let me mend your body when it comes back to me bleeding and bruised.”

Freya let his words sink in for a long moment, her blue eyes lining with silver as she took a deep breath. “Az would’ve loved you,” she whispered. “He would’ve smacked me upside the head and called me a stubborn brat.” She swiped at her eyes and let out a sad laugh. “Where I’m from, every favor has a price. There’s only ever been one person I could really trust to watch my flank, and he’s been gone a long time. I couldn’t protect my brother, but I can protect all of you.” She stood, gingerly testing her weight on her bad leg, and faced Halsin. Without any of her armor on, and missing her sword and shield, she was just a woman with the weight of the world on her slender shoulders. 

She was choosing to be vulnerable with him, to share some pieces of herself that she had kept locked away for Silvanus knew how long. He took both of her hands in his and let blue light flow from his palms to hers to soothe her lingering aches.

“My friend, you rescued a bear from a cage and certain death without knowing if it would kill you. You saved my grove and showed Kagha the errors of her ways. You held the line and almost lost your life to help me find my oldest friend. If you believe that my aid comes with a debt, consider it paid a hundred times over.”

Freya brushed her thumb over Halsin’s knuckles and gave him a quick nod. For her to share with him that small bit about her past, he knew, took greater courage than anything else she’d faced since he joined her camp. That knowledge made his heart nearly burst. 

“Let’s get Thaniel back to camp,” she said, breaking the tension. “He’ll be safest with us.” She let go of Halsin’s hands and looked around the room. “Where in the sweet hells is my armor?” 

Halsin laughed. “I gave it to Dammon for repairs. Wait here, I’ll go see if he’s finished.” Freya backed up a step so he could stand, dwarfing the paladin as he did. 

“You know, you’re quite large for an elf,” she blurted. 

“I am? You don’t say!” Playful sarcasm laced his tone as he laughed once more. “Trust me, it’s been said. You’ve shown more restraint than most in avoiding the subject until now.” Indeed, with them standing so close to each other, he noticed how tall he was in comparison to her. The top of her head barely reached his chest. He still had no doubt she could obliterate him in a fight if she wished. 

She shoved at his shoulder. “Whatever, old man. Go make sure Dammon hasn’t ruined my armor.”

As Halsin left the room and closed the door behind him, Jaheira caught his eye and raised her wine glass in his direction. Her eyes twinkled in amusement as she gave him a knowing look. 

It seemed the woman did know everything that happened in her inn, after all.

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“Hey, Dammon,” Halsin called as he approached the blacksmith. 

“Hey, how is she?” Dammon asked as he turned to the larger man, clasping Halsin’s forearm in greeting. 

“She’s awake. Wants her armor back.” Dammon chuckled and nodded to where her suit lay on his workbench, polished and free of all the dents that adorned it after the battle the day before. “You do work fast, impressive.”

“I added some extra reinforcements to the plate. It’s a good set, but there are too many gaps in it for someone who takes as many hits as Freya does.” 

“Actually, I wondered if you might be able to make something,” Halsin said as he pulled the sketchbook he kept from his pocket and handed it to the smith. 

Dammon looked the sketches over for a long moment, his brows creasing as he mapped his new project in his head. “Yeah, I think I can manage it. Give me a moment to measure the other set, I have plenty of steel and scraps of scalemail thanks to Talli. Should take me about a week or so.” 

Halsin thanked the tiefling as he gathered Freya’s armor and turned back to the inn. “Oh, Dammon?” He called over his shoulder. “Keep it quiet, would you?” 

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They were heading for Moonrise that day. Freya was a ball of nerves, wound so tight that he was sure any minor inconvenience would cause her to snap. She was worried that Ketheric might recognize her, and therefore put her newfound friends at risk, so she insisted that everyone wait outside while she went in and “tested the waters.” 

Halsin didn’t like it one bit. There were too many things that could go wrong in there, and while he didn’t doubt Freya’s abilities, he also wouldn’t underestimate Ketheric Thorm. 

“Take Astarion inside with you at the very least,” he tried to reason with her. She just glared in response. “He knows how to stay hidden and he can back you up if something goes wrong.”

“Remember how you insisted that you were the only one who could enter the Shadowfell? This is like that,” she snapped. “If Ketheric recognizes me, it’s all over. The rest of you have an advantage, he’s got no clue who you are and if I fall, you can still infiltrate the tower. If you’re with me, and things go sideways, he’ll behead you for association before you even know what’s happening. I won’t put anyone here at risk because I apparently failed to kill him a hundred years ago.”

She’d removed her headband and earrings that marked her as a follower of Selûne. Instead of her plated armor, she sported black leather and wore a hood to cover her silver hair. She had striped her face with black kohl to hide the scar over the bridge of her nose. She looked more like an assassin than a paladin. 

Halsin ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. The archdruid in him wanted to command her to stay behind, to let the others scout the tower if she was so worried about being recognized. He knew that such a command would just piss her off, that she would never ask another to do something she herself wasn’t willing to do. 

The plan was that he would wait just outside the moonshield with Astarion, Gale, and Shadowheart. With the pixie’s blessing, they’d be protected from the curse while the cultists were forced to stay in the light. If Ketheric recognized Freya and she somehow made it out of the tower, Astarion would pick off the cultists with his bow and Gale would open a portal to Last Light, while Shadowheart and Halsin would make sure they all survived. 

If Freya made it out. He’d never admit to her that the thought she may not make it made his bones run cold and his heart sink to his gut. He wanted to go with her, to protect her, to stand between the oathbreaker and the faithful and give her a chance to flee. 

Freya stepped closer to him and looked into his eyes, a cold determination hardening the blue. “If I fall, be assured that I plan on taking every damned cultist I can down with me.”

“You once told me your brother always said that anything before the word ‘but’ is bullshit,” Halsin echoed her words from the week before. 

“But,” a smirk lifted her perfect lips. “I have no intention of dying today. By my oath, I will do everything in my power to see justice come to Ketheric Thorm.”

When she invoked her oath, Halsin knew that there was no more arguing to be done. She stood firm in her choice. All he could do was pray to Silvanus and every other god that would listen that she would return to him. 

“Let’s get this over with, then,” he said, clapping her shoulder as he strode to meet the others before departure.

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Halsin paced just outside the moonshield, watching the huge oak doors of the tower as if he could see through them and glimpse what was happening. 

“Would you settle down? You’re making us dizzy,” Astarion whined from the stump he perched on, carving new arrows with his knife. 

Halsin ignored him and carried on as he was. 

“Don’t be an ass, Astarion. It’s giving you wrinkles,” Shadowheart quipped. 

“Honestly, I doubt there’s anything to be that worried about. We watched our favorite paladin sweet-talk a drider into killing himself.” 

Halsin stopped his pacing when bells sounded from the tower and he heard the faint shouts of the guards. His breath caught in his throat as he stopped just in front of the moonshield. 

He strained his ears, hearing the faint clashing of swords from inside the tower. 

Freya. 

If there was fighting, she was alive. Halsin breathed a sigh of relief before that relief quickly turned to panic. Who was she fighting? What was she doing? Freya was formidable, to be sure, but one soldier against an entire stronghold? She’d either had no choice, or she was completely mad. 

The oak doors at the tower’s entrance blew open with an explosion of silver moonfire, and out poured a host of gnomes, tieflings, and…

Was that Minthara? 

Freya followed close behind, covered once again in blood and glowing with the rush of battle. Her hood had fallen and her braids swung wildly behind her. She pulled something from her pocket and launched it toward Astarion as the gnomes and tieflings ran across the bridge. 

“Tell the pixie to protect the prisoners from the curse! HURRY!” She screamed as he caught it. Halsin vaguely registered Astarion following her order, but his focus was on her. Minthara stood with her as the prisoners fled from the battle. The drow had no weapon, but she had a paladin’s magic and was using it to compel foes to halt, flee, drop their weapons as Freya struck them down. 

Gale muttered incantations under his breath as purple magic began to swirl around him. A portal appeared, and Shadowheart ushered the prisoners through to safety. Astarion drew his bow and fired as Freya and Minthara sprinted across the bridge. One of the guards dodged Astarion’s arrow at the last second and reached out to grab Freya by the braids, and Halsin decided he’d had enough. 

He let the earth guide him as he shifted, fur and claws erupting where there were once skin and hands. He leaped over the two women and tore out the guard’s throat, letting loose a roar of fury. When the drow crossed the portal, Freya slid to a stop and approached to stand at Halsin’s side. 

“Well. I may have started a bit of a fight,” she said as more guards poured through the doors. “We should probably go.” Halsin shifted back to his elven form and grabbed Freya’s hand, the two of them sprinting through Gale’s portal. 

Halsin stumbled as his feet touched the ground outside Last Light, and Freya landed on her hands and knees. Reunions and celebrations were happening all around them, but he couldn’t bring himself to gaze at anything but Freya. She sat back on her heels, tilted her face to the sky, and laughed. Cackled like a godsdamned madwoman, covered in her enemies’ blood and viscera. Perhaps she’d taken a pommel to the head. 

“Fucking hells, that felt good,” she said between her laughs, trying and failing to catch her breath. Halsin leveled a glare in her direction. “Oh come on now, they were taking Minthara to the cells to erase her mind. I was on a time crunch,” she said to him. 

“Yeah, that’s another thing we’re going to talk about. Minthara, Freya? I thought she was dead!” Halsin tried to keep his voice level, but his anger raised the volume. 

“I thought she was too, turns out she’s tougher than I thought.” Freya got to her feet and crossed her arms in defiance as if she hadn’t just saved the drow who’d threatened his grove not two months before. 

“She’s an oathbreaker, Freya. She’ll slit your throat in your sleep now that you’ve set her free. What in all the Nine Hells were you thinking?!”

“They’re arguing about me, aren’t they?” He heard the drow ask someone behind him. It took every ounce of will he possessed to keep from turning his wrath on her. 

“Don’t worry, Freya always wins him over. She has a thing for taking in strays,” Astarion responded. 

“She’s an oathbreaker, yes, but you’ll make one of me if you ask me to send her back to the shadows. She was controlled by the tadpole when she planned to take the grove, a fate I would’ve faced myself were it not for blind, stupid luck. Who knows what they would’ve made me do, had the prism not intervened? Minthara is a valuable asset whose goals align with our own, for now. If she turns on us, I’ll cut her down myself.” Freya’s tone quickly turned from exuberant to commanding as she spoke, returning Halsin’s glare and spreading her stance. 

“You would die in the attempt, but it’s a noble thought,” Minthara retorted. Halsin whipped around to face the drow and Freya circled him so she stood between them, gripping her sword as she did. 

“I don’t like her either, Halsin, but I must hold to the tenets of my oath and I must accept every sword I am offered in this fight.” Freya’s gaze softened just a fraction and Halsin knew she was right. Fuck, but she could talk him into biting off his own hand if she wanted. 

He looked over Freya’s shoulder to the drow. “The first sign of trouble, and you’re gone,” he said to her. 

“Oh, I intend to cause plenty, but only for our enemies.”

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Back at camp, Halsin’s whittling turned into a pile of slivers in his frustration. He was still so angry with Freya, she was only meant to “test the waters,” as she had said. Instead, the woman took it upon herself to tackle an entire stronghold on her own.

He knew she would do it all over again to save those prisoners, and he couldn’t exactly fault her for it. He didn’t know the exact words of her oath, but he knew that most paladins were bound to defend the innocent. The tenets of her oath would always come above her own safety, and something about that fact aggravated him to no end. Did she just not value her own life the way she valued others? 

She materialized before him as if she could read his thoughts. She leaned on a tree and bit down on an apple, without a care in the world. She wore a sleeveless cotton top that accentuated every curve and muscle of her lithe torso and dipped low into her cleavage. Her moonlight hair was unbound and she’d washed the black from her face. 

She looked like a godsdamned angel, and that just made Halsin angrier. 

“You’re upset,” she stated, taking another bite of her apple. 

Halsin took a deep breath, willing his centuries of training in patience to kick in and chase the rage from his bones. “Yes,” he responded. 

“Look, I made a call in the moment. I’ve spoken with Minthara, and I believe she’ll stand with us against the Absolute. They scarred her mind, and she wants vengeance. If you talked with her yourself, you’d believe her, too.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about Minthara.”

“Then why the fuck are you sulking in the farthest corner of camp?” Halsin stood, stalking toward Freya like she was his prey. She pushed off of her tree and straightened, crossing her arms and widening her stance. The movement made her biceps ripple and her breasts pushed together slightly. Halsin pretended that his cock didn’t twitch at the sight. 

He didn’t stop until he was inches away from her. “I’m sulking because you asked - no, demanded - that everyone else stay behind while you went on a fucking suicide mission, Freya. You put yourself at risk again and I cannot figure out how someone with such high regard for others can care for her own life so little. It was stupid, and you know it. I thought we were past this recklessness, that you would finally ask me for help, and then you go and pull this nonsense without a thought for how your friends would feel having to burn your body.”

“Don’t you dare act as if you were there. You didn’t see what they were doing in that prison, Halsin.”

“I didn’t see because you forced me to stay behind!” he yelled. “I wasn’t there because you always insist on standing alone!”

“What would you have me fucking do?! I am somehow responsible for each of the lives in this camp, for each of the souls in Last Light. I’ve been fighting for well over two hundred years, I trust in my own strength even if-“

Halsin couldn’t help it. He took her face in both hands and crashed his lips to hers. She stiffened in his grip for a moment, then melted into his kiss, molding herself to his body. She was a perfect fit. She put both of her small, calloused hands on his chest as one of his own traveled to her waist. He gripped her side as he groaned slightly into her full lips, feeling the ridges of her scars under her shirt. She opened her mouth for him, and their tongues danced in a battle for dominance. 

It was not a sweet kiss, nor a gentle one. He wound the hand that had been cupping her cheek into her long hair, wrapping it around his fist. He moved her back against the tree and the hand on her side inched up to her breast as she moaned into his mouth. It was the sweetest godsdamned sound Halsin had ever heard. 

All reason and restraint had left his body in that moment. As he kissed Freya against that tree, there was no Shadow Curse, no invulnerable general, no tadpole swimming in her skull. There was only her. 

That fierce, kind, compassionate, reckless woman whose loyalty had no match, whose strength could challenge gods and rattle the stars. He’d taken many lovers, always held that his heart roamed as nature willed it, but he knew without a doubt as he held her that she was it for him. Whether she would have him or not, there would never be another. 

Reluctantly, he broke their kiss and pressed his forehead to hers, staring into her bright blue eyes. Both of them were breathless, and he could smell her arousal as his cock stretched the leather of his pants. 

“I wish you could see yourself as I do,” he whispered, before gripping her thighs and hoisting her up to his height. She wrapped her legs around his hips and bared her neck for him in a rare show of vulnerability as his lips wrapped around her soft flesh. His teeth moved their way up to her delicate pointed ear and she ground herself into him with a loud sigh of pleasure. 

He was ready to burst in his pants like an adolescent when a call from Astarion interrupted them. “Freya! Quit fucking the bear, there’s a devil in our camp again, and it’s not Minthara.” 

She broke away from him, panting and thoroughly flushed. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” she murmured. Halsin chuckled and nipped at her throat before releasing his hold on her. He smoothed her hair with his hand and pressed a kiss to her forehead. She smelled like rosemary and thunderstorms, he realized, as he took a deep inhale. 

“Next time I risk my own hide in an epic act of heroism, I expect to be thoroughly fucked, druid,” she said in a sing-song voice as she turned to hurry back to where an alleged devil waited to meet with her. 

He chuckled to himself as he adjusted his breeches, and jogged to catch up with her. He was in such deep shit.

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The devil in question was Wyll’s patron, Mizora. She’d appeared to inform Wyll that he needed to rescue one of Zariel’s assets from Moonrise. Freya agreed on Wyll’s behalf, stating that they’d do it only if Mizora freed her warlock from his pact. 

The damn woman would argue with a devil. She sat with Minthara on a log, handing her the weapons they’d gathered from their travels for inspection. The flaming sword she’d picked up on the nautiloid was too big, the mace from under the creche too small, and the shortsword from the goblin camp downright insulting. 

Freya smirked as she passed the drow a Menzoberranzan blade she’d looted from a drider. Minthara stood, gripping the hilt with finesse and testing its balance. “Finally, good drow steel. This will do,” she said. Freya retrieved her own sword and started sharpening it with her whetstone. Halsin watched as the two women fell into an easy camaraderie, honing their weapons and talking of battles won, foes vanquished. 

May all the gods above have mercy on Ketheric Thorm, for the elf and the drow would not.

[fair-night-starry-tears]

Hey guys? Guess what? STORY TIME BITCHES- YAAHAHAHAHHAAHAAAAA

- some muts ocs

- drama bomb reveal

- I’m either high from being sick or just insane

- hehehehe new art go brrrrrrr hehehehehe

- Idia: I feel like some bullshit gonna happen

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Today was family day, it was a beautiful evening. Everyone gathered around, the world was brimming. Though. There was an odd hunch awaiting.

“Awww man…..” cursed a firey hair boy. Looking at his phone to the texts of his parents. “Bailed in just an hour in. Great…..” he mumbled. “Oh don’t worry big bro! It was an hour this time!” Cheered a robot child. “Yeah yeah, I know Ortho. I just wished they didn’t bail at the moment.” Said Idia. The eldest look at the text again, ‘we came what we wanted. Sry! Love and kisses’ - Mom. Idia thought of something out if it, “what does that mean?…..” he mumbled. With Ortho zooming off.

The prefects were in Ramshackle group table. Chatting away, with Yuu passing Freya a new sketchbook for designing, Estella playing a new tune, and Isabelle reading away. That’s when Crowley stopped by, “oh look guys. It’s the dead crow.” Giggled Minako. “Not the time. Prefects- I mean. Anyone. Has any of you seen Darling?” He asked. “Birdie? No. I saw her once inside the school.” Said Estella. Everyone had gave a simple short no. No one had seen her. “Strange…. It’s not like her to be wondering off….” The man had a look of worry. The man had checked up on his radar that the girl was on campus. He was sure of it. But he felt dread carry him. Then he get a rock bonk him, “ow!!!” He shouted. “You didn’t heard me.” Said Minako. “So throw- forget it.” He left in a huff. “….. did no one saw her?” Everyone shook their heads and gave their response.

Cater was with them, glancing up. “Oh. I saw her earlier. Chatting with the two uhhh. Helmet weirdos. Walked to the garden area.” Freya glanced over. “And you didn’t bother bringing it up?” “I was mainstreaming. didnt heard the first part sheesh-" but the boy was interrupted, grabbed by the collar by a panicking older shroud brother. “Helmets?? Helmets?!” He shouted. “Were there a blue and pink one???” Cater was surprised. Scared. “Y-yeah! Even some robots! Why?!” Idia froze. All eyes were on him. All eyes…. He knew what they came for. “Crowley!!!” The boy leap over the prefects table and slid off. Racing to the headmage. The group looked at each other, and followed in pursuit. Idia was racing around, looking for Crowley. Only to find the man standing in the garden. Holding a murky coated chip. “Where’s my child….?” The man asked. Idia gulped, trying to lower the situation that is escalating slowly. “I know this is going to sound bad….. I know but….” “Shroud…. Where…. Is….” Crowley voice deepen. Filled with malice and rage. “My…. CHILD?!” Idia and the prefect groups drop. “She’s at the Isle of Lamentation! She’s at the isle! She’s in S.T.Y.X FOR THE LOVE OF SEVENS SHE’S IN S.T.Y.X’S!”

Crowley stopped himself, “what?…..” he mumbled. “Look! I know that sounds bad! Don’t freak out-“ “freak out? freak OUT?! MY DAUGHTER IS MISSING SHROUD!!!!” He shouted, his mask fell, revealing an inky substance trailing down the man face. “I suggest….. you take us there…. NOW!” Idia had to do a time out with his hands. “Okay! Time out! TIME OUT-“

- I’m not gonna type some shit but everyone is at STYX-

The couple were talking, fascinated by the girl appearance. “See that? The pulse grew exactly like a normal-” the doors slam open. Revealing the headmage, prefects, or some who stayed behind to calm the school. And the shroud brothers. “I believe you have my daughter….” Said the tall fellow. His eyes gleaming with a violent intent. “Oh good. You’re here. We can break this to you.” Said the man in the blue helmet. “Tell me? Tell me what???” Shouted Crowley. The woman fiddled with the holographic system. Revealing the monitor. “See for yourself…” she said. Stepping aside as the group wonder. And the shock cursed their hearts.

Standing alone in the room. Was their friend. Or.

What was even is her…..

Her hair now an inky substance, her eyes a darker shade of a violet blue. And her skin, pale then her own. She looked. Disappointed. “I guess the cats out of the bag now….” She held her hands up high. “Oi…. I was going to tell them…. Eventually….”

The shroud parents responded. “A phantom hybrid…. Can you believe it? We didn’t respond to that distress signal with her overblot but you see this?” As the man pulled a chart. Everything was erratic. “You don’t see this on a phantom. We seen many. But this…. Just never once….” The woman played some recording. And suddenly Darling screeched out a howl, it wasn’t even human at all. More like a monstrous combination of a raven. The woman ceased the sound. And Darlinv immediately changed her figure. Walking around so empty like. “Shame you have to find out like this….. I too be devastes if this happened to me.” The adult Shroud male replied. “It took a moment to capture her. But I must say…. It’s impressive how well she can act.”

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Imma end this shit here but I’m so content hahahaaha

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[sofasoap]

Lady Fortuna

Summary : Story of how Lieutenant Mylène Scholten de Ridder. a.k.a call sign "Petra" comes to know a strange new medic, Freya "Mini" MacTavish and her strange ability.

Pairing : None at moment. Eventual Simon "Ghost" Riley x OC.

NOTE: This is pretty much a self indulgent, crossover fic with @siilvan's OC Petra/Mylène Scholten de Ridder. we been chatting away for awhile how much fun it will be mushing these two in the same universe. so we decided to write a fic each of their adventures and daily life with taskforce 141 :) NOTE NO.2: Also would love to thank @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot and @nrdmssgs, I love how their OC interacts and inspired @siilvan and I to do the same. *salute * Thanks to you two to give us the blessing to do this. Now just trying to find someway to fit their Oc's in.. *burning brain cells *

Warning: Minors/Under 18s Do not interact. M rated. Talks of violence.

Petra stares at the photo in front of her. 

She will recognise those eyes anywhere. Bright blue innocent puppy eyes that she sees almost everyday. 

Petra quickly glanced at the name on the recruit file. Freya MacTavish?  Petra wonders if she is by any chance related to Sergeant Johnny “Soap” MacTavish. The resemblance is way too strong to be just sharing the same surname. 

Only difference is she can sense the innocence behind determined round orbs, no traces of hardlines on her face, untainted by the massacre and killing of the battlefield. 

Not the face of a soldier. 

“Who’s this?”

“Your new medical officer. Combat medic to be precise.” Price replied as he sat on the couch, cup of coffee in hand. “You were requesting for additional medical officers aren’t you? I have found you the best candidate.” 

Petra frowned. Quickly flipping through the fitness and weapon training scores. “She is just a Corporal! She barely passed the minimum requirement! How did she even get selected?”

Flipping through more pages, most of them have a large print of “confidential” or “top secret” word strike through the pages, with half of the pages censored, making it unreadable. 

Who is this woman? 

Cryptic smile creeped onto Price’s face. “There was a lot of bureaucratic bullshit I had to overhaul and pull a lot of favours to get her in.” Price sighed as lean back in the chair. “Trust me on this. You would not be disappointed with her ability.” Price commented. “Comes with MI6 and  CIA’s validation.”  

Why would the Americans be involved with a low rank British soldier? But Price has no intention of explaining it any further. Draining the rest of this coffee, he left the room, but not  without dropping more mysterious words;

“Do not underestimate the power of Fortuna Victrix.”

“Corporal Freya MacTavish, reporting for duty, ma’am.”  The bright-eyed corporal saluted Petra as Price stood proudly on the side, looking on like a father who is attending his daughter’s prize giving ceremony. 

“So this is the newbie you want me to take in Captain?” Petra’s eyebrow raised as she observed the nervous corporal, who is currently trying hard not to fidget under her scrutinising glance. Price nodded. 

“Well Corporal..”

“Please. Call me Mini.” Freya smiled shyly. “I know I am not much of a soldier…” 

“So you are the Mini that Soap always goes on about.” Petra mused.  

“I hope he hasn’t mentioned any embarrassing childhood story. My brother has also told me a lot of stories about you.” Mini commented sheepishly. 

“ Oh? Stories about how I always give him an earful when he always somehow injures himself with the simplest task??” 

“That too. But that’s him, he is always running into troubles ever since he was young.” Mini laughed, “I always ended up being the one playing nurse to him.” 

“Sounds like he hasn’t changed a bit for the last twenty plus years then.” Petra chuckled. 

“Not a bit. I am still the one chasing his butt looking after him. My duty as his little sister.” 

Despite her initial doubt, Petra slowly warms up to the shy Scottish girl. 

The fierce determination and ability to focus on the task at hand was one of her virtues. She was gentle and the infinite patience with her patient, the smile that would brighten up even the most miserable person in the room ( aka grumpy Captain Price ) never ceases to amaze her. 

The first time she realise what the true meaning behind Price’s cryptic words was when 

Mini was sent along with the squad as the solo combat medic for a black op. . 

“You know we do not have any other medics we can deploy, Mini is the only one available for duty. Everyone else who is experienced has been sent out. And you,” Price explained as he pointed at Petra, ”We cannot let you out on the field this time round, you have to stay back and command the infirmary.”  

Petra was about to protest again when Mini closed the last box of the supply and gave her a gentle nudge on the shoulder. 

“We will be ok, L.T, don’t you worry. I have Soap for that.” Mini reassured her, as Petra fretted over the rookie’s ability to look after a whole squad all by herself. “I have packed extra supplies, but, if all goes well, I shouldn't have to open it.”

Despite the confidence behind her words, Petras was agitated for days. What if something happens? What if she dies during the op? How would Soap react? 

“She will be Ok. just as long as she isn’t left alone by herself.” Soap replied as Petra relayed her concern one day as they sat down for a meal together. “This isn’t the first time she has been in this situation. She knows how to handle herself.”

Well, if Soap isn’t too worried, she shouldn’t be stressed so much right? Plus, Petra tried to improve her basic survival skills by dragging her onto the shooting range and the dojo for sparring practices, the poor girl just doesn’t seem to be able to improve her abilities any further. 

“They said I should survive if I can hit the target….”  Mini mumbled as she lowered her gun, inspecting her result. It seemed to hit everywhere on the board but the bullseyes. 

“Who’s ‘they’?” Petra frowned, overheard Mini’s muttering. 

“Um. My previous hand… I mean superior.” Startled, Mini’s eyes looked everywhere but Petra’s eyes as she tried to find an explanation of her inability. 

“Well, that might be sufficient for a civilian, but not quite good enough as a soldier. Especially one in the special task force! Come on, again!”  Petra childed. 

Petra still couldn’t stop worrying about the shy medic she had come to care for like a little sister. 

The surprise she got when she walked into the infirmary one morning, finding Mini unpacking all the gears.  

“Any casualties to report?”

“None, L.T. the troop returned without sustaining any injuries.”  Mini reported in a light tone as she finished putting away the last of the unused supply. 

“Are you sure?” Petra questioned again as she narrowed her eyes, noticing a visible strain on Mini’s face every time she tried to extend her left arm. 

“The troops are fine. L.T.” Mini took a deep breath in, not looking at her in the eyes. Petra marched forward, took the box away from her hand, and pulled the left sleeve up. She gave Mini a pointed look. 

“... apart from me.” Mini sighed, finally giving up attempting to conceal her injuries. “It’s nothing major. Just a bruise.”

“ A very large bruise, and possible tear to your ligament. Come on, how did you do this?” Petra frowned. Mini grabbed the box back as she turned away from Petra, replied in a resigned tone, “Blame my own stupidity, I should have watched where I was talking when I got out from the helo.” 

“Why does that sound like a very strange lie, the troops treated you alright?” Petra asked again, trying to chase the truth. She is quite sure Mini could stand up for herself,but if any of the soldiers dares to lie a finger on the medic, the one that is supposed to save their life on the battlefield, they would not only have to face her anger, but the wrath of Captain Price and Sergeant Soap. 

“L.T, I am Ok, they are treating me like a princess. One even tried to ask me out on a date.” Mini smiled but immediately turned into a grimace as she pulled her arm again. “This is normal. I am used to it. It will happen again regardless of what I do.” 

And it happens again, and again. 

Every team she gets sent out, will return with minimal injuries. And the one that sustains the most injuries seems to be the medic herself. Petra is absolutely baffled by the weird occurrences. Raising her concern to Price, all Petra gets as a head shake, and another puzzling response.

“That is the fate she has to bear.” 

Mini becomes a hot favourite amongst the troops. Everyone wants her to be their medic for the duration of their deployment. Not only will they guarantee a high success rate of completing the mission without injuries, and the chance of tasting her famous chocolate cookies that Sergeant Soap always ramble on about so much. 

But Price tried to hold onto Mini tight. At Soap’s request. Keeping her close and safe. 

They all know Mini is too soft for the world of Chaos and bloodshed. 

How and why did she get herself into this world?

“Johnny was never pleased that I tried to follow in his footsteps.” Mini complained one day as they sat in Petra’s room, sharing a bottle of whisky she snuck in and some of her freshly baked chocolate cookies. “He never expected me to worm my way into the special forces with my ability.” 

“You seem to have a knack of luck with keeping the soldiers alive and bringing them back home in one piece. Can’t say so for yourself though.” Petra took a sip of the drink , carefully probing Mini. “ I still don’t know how you can dislocate your shoulder when you were trying to put a bandage on a simple knife wound on Gaz’s arm last time you were deployed with him.” 

“ When the fortune rises high, it will have to be lowered. When someone takes all the good fortune, someone has to bear the leftover misfortune.” Mini commented, not giving any more explanation. A phrase that ingrained into Petra’s mind, and the full meaning of it comes hitting Petra hard after a twist of fate event. 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY SHE HAS GONE MISSING?!!” Ghost roared into the comm, demanding answer from the other side of the line. 

Petra never saw Ghost showing so much emotion before, letting along losing his cool. 

If not for the gravity of the situation, Petra would have laughed out loud and teased Ghost for finally showing signs of feeling towards Freya. 

"So, I have seen you eyeing a certain lieutenant a bit lately?" Petra teases Mini as she stares at Ghost who is currently sitting on the other end of the table, who is listening in at a conversation between Soap and Gaz. 

"Hmmm? You? I see you everyday." Mini blinked a few times as she turned her attention back towards Petra. 

"Not me!” Petra rolled her eyes as she let out an exasperated sigh.  "Tall..well built.. brooding.. masked lieutenant. Sounds familiar?" 

Mini diverted her eyes, looking away, " I don't know who you are talking about. "  she mumbled, blushing furiously. 

Petra snorted. It baffled her now oblivious that this young woman can be. And also the aforementioned masked Lieutenant. 

There's countless times she has seen  both of them sneaking a glance at each other, thinking there was no one looking. But Petra always catches them. Drives her crazy that both of them are behaving like teenagers, neither of them are willing to make the first move, to take the relationship a step further. And both will furiously deny it when probed and asked. 

Pair of delayed teenagers.

Back to the present. Mini was separated from the group during the chaos and gunfire when they were suddenly ambushed during a routine patrol. The last person that spotted her was the soldier that was assigned to be her escort under the command of the captain. 

“She ducked behind the wall as I was trying to cover her, I swear! And.. I lost track of her afterwards…” the soldier’s voice trailed off, not daring to comment any further, afraid to incite anymore fury from the masked Lieutenant. 

“She cannot be separate from the group. At least ONE person has to be around her at all time” Price warned during one of the pre-mission briefing. “If you value your own life, protect her at all cost.”  

Price grabbed Ghost’s shoulder as he was about to launch into another tirade down the comm.

“Ghost. Enough. Now it’s not the time.” Price reminded Ghost, “ you can reprimand them as much as you can later. But we need to start searching for Mini, before we run out of time.” 

“Captain…” Soap spoke up, “Would we need to notify the agency…” 

“I would rather not get them involved if we can solve the problems ourselves.” Price growled, displeased with the idea with another agency or group coming in to complicate the situation. “I remember they have placed a tracker on her, I still have the code in the encrypted tracker somewhere… back at the base.” Price slammed his fist on the table, angry at his own negligence of not thinking of bringing the code with him. They were too complacent about their situation. Always expecting the mission will be successful, as long as Mini is with them. 

Soap took a breath in as he looked his captain in the eyes. “We have no choice then.” Silence fell in the room. 

Petra looks around the four men in the room. Gaz frowning, you can almost see the gears turning in his brain, Ghost with his skull balaclava still on, expression unreadable, but from the visible rising and falling of his shoulder, Petra could tell he is tense, and trying hard to keep his own emotion in check. 

Price closed his eyes for a moment, before letting out a sigh. Pulling out the laptop, ready to make a call through the secure line. 

“Get me C. matter of great importance.” Price’s low voice echoes in the room. “Tell him it’s regarding one of the agency’s assets.”

The voice on the other side of the line replied, too low for Petra to catch. Price nodded his head, as he leaned back on his heels, waiting for the otherside to reply again.

“Hello, Captain Price. Long time no see. To what do I owe this pleasure?” the male voice on the other line jeered. Petra’s eyebrow twisted slightly at the remark. There must be a bad history between these two. She thought. 

“Lady Fortuna has gone missing. And we need your help.” 

The story that Soap ended up telling Mini about Petra :

“So Ghost was waiting at the church for us, but here’s the thing— I’d just been shot, and Petra had been stabbed. Sounds bad, right?? It gets worse! I found a stim and Petra managed to patch herself up, but the Shadows were everywhere. I managed to find the church, but before I could reach it, one of those eejits knocked me down and tried to kill me! She ended up shooting him and saving my arse, but isn’t that crazy?!” "…you always seem to be getting into trouble…"

[becauseimanicequeen]

RANDOM THOUGHTS: Deep Night ep. 7

The preview for this episode showed that a lot of focus will be on Wela (and, therefore, also Khem). I do hope I get some throuple moments as well. I mean, we just got a Seji and Pan kiss last episode (a kiss Ken saw) so there has to be some reaction to that in this one, right? Please, show, don’t disappoint me on this front!

I knew that girl would come back and bite everyone in the ass (not literally, though that would’ve been more fun to watch…).

The way James is standing between Great’s legs… I’m kind of annoyed we’ve only gotten crumbs of these two.

Seriously, iQIYI. Will you ever sub text messages and social media posts/comments? I won’t hold my breath, though…

Well, look at that! More Great and James crumbs! It’s funny how much I love them compared to the minimal crumbs we’ve been getting.

Fuck me! I’m 11 minutes into the episode, and this series is seriously making me fall in love with Seji and Pan’s relationship. So much so, I (of all people!) am questioning the thruple?! Hey, show, don’t fucking do this to me! I want poly! I need poly! Give me what you’ve been promoting, for fuck’s sake!

I don’t want to sway… *rocking back and forth*. I don’t want to sway… I need to calm down…

Btw, Seji is looking so fucking fine.

The way Seji hesitated before he said Pan was his boyfriend when he talked to Ken…

Poor Wela. His life is falling apart just because he wanted a job that paid well enough to pay off his dad’s debt.

At least he has Khem as emotional support.

Lol, people really have nothing better to do than take sneaky photos of others and whisper behind their backs. That’s so tragic…

Well, if that teacher was still Porsche’s daddy in Playboy, he would frequent the Deep Night Club for sure. As the teacher here, though?

Damn, Seji and Ken’s new routine looked like they were rolling around in the hay.

Hey, mom, where’s your girlfriend?

There she is!

Freya saying she’s old is the most bullshit thing I’ve ever heard in this series. It’s even more bullshit than all the verbal diarrhea coming out of Khem’s aunt’s mouth every time she shows up… Freya is anything but old.

All this talk about Pan and Seji eating each other but not doing it is killing me.

Oh, here goes!

Fuck, they were interrupted…

The way Seji stepped in front of Pan and the way Pan is hiding behind Seji! Why is this series doing this to me?!

Why the fuck are they standing on that table or whatever while the others are standing on the floor questioning them about their relationship? That’s so weird.

James is basically suggesting poly without actually suggesting poly. I love this man. He and I are on the same page (even though this episode is giving me whiplash).

OMFG! Not Khem showing Pan a threesome! (Even though it’s pixilated as hell, it looks like a scene from Playboy, doesn’t it? The one with daddy Aob, Puen, and a client.)

Pan said he didn’t want it, but I swear, he’s thinking about it.

Wait a fucking second! Is he actually thinking about it? As in fantasizing about it?!

OMFG! Yes. Here’s Ken too!

I swear, if Pan ends up doing what I kind of joked about him doing, I’ll go to heaven faster than a fucking rocket.

Shirtless Seji!

Shirtless Ken!

Shirtless Pan!

I fucking love that Pan fantasizes about him being the center of this throuple. It could also be how it actually turns out, though.

Thank every higher power that I’m back on the throuple train again!

What? Freya?! I thought they were girlfriends…

Khem taking care of Wela is my favorite Khem. A little emotional support can go a looooong way.

Come on Khem, teach your mom a thing or two about love.

I get Freya, though. If we ignore that she’s only using lame excuses not to be with Meji… Sometimes it’s easy to be accepting of others (like Freya accepting that Khem likes another boy) but not be as accepting of ourselves (like her own feelings for another woman). It’s a good thing Freya had Khem to reassure her that it’s okay to love, no matter who it is.

All three in the throuple seem to be having a lot on their minds. Is the throuple finally throuple-ing? Are we finally getting some real progress here?

Wait, why is Great sitting on the floor and drinking by himself? Is he afraid to tell James what he wants (considering James’ comment earlier in the episode)?

Khem is Ticketmaster in the flesh, handing out tickets for the club’s re-opening.

They are deliberately hiding the throuple from the preview, right? Showing just a little bit would spoil the whole climax, wouldn’t it? Or am I just being delulu enough to actually expect poly in the next episode?

Honestly, the only thing I remember from this episode right now are the throuple moments. The moments between Pan and Seji in the beginning, James and Khem hinting at poly, and then Pan actually fantasizing about it (and getting a boner). They better fucking make it happen in the next episode (since it’s the last one).

It’s a good thing I think my clown car is pretty and smells much better than a Wunderbaum air freshener…

[beelsbignaturals]

Big Brothers ft. MC is Pagan

*hands you some self indulgent bullshit*

Considering OM lore gives us proof of the Abrahamic God, why not others? This is purely because I'm a silly little pagan myself. My idea was that as a general rule, magic is stronger in the Devildom. And if you do deity work, said gods can visit you in a much more tangible way. If anyone is interested in a part 2 lmk! Anyways. Enjoy ♡♡♡♡♡

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Lucifer

• He really doesn't care.

• Listen, it doesn't really affect him in any way. Bro has way too much on his plate to worry about you yelling at the moon.

• Every now and then you find candle wicks trimmed and herbs restocked. How mysterious.

• Despite his habit of brushing your religion off... Lucifer nearly has a heart attack when, late one night, he heads to the kitchen to grab yet another coffee only to find you chatting it up with The Morrìgan.

• Imagine his shock as he watches you sitting there on the counter, feet swinging as you tell the triple goddess about your day.

• Suddenly his respect and fear of you increases tenfold.

Mammon

• His immediate assumption is "Oh shit like the witches he owes money.."

• Once you explain you don't do fantasy magic... just practical stuff he calms down.

• He tries to impress you by talking about how he met such and such deity at a party a few centuries ago.

• Claims to have out drank Dionysis. It's a lie.

• Enchant a good luck charm for him. He will cherish it forever.

• After observing your practice he's started keeping bay leaves in his wallet.

• Remember that comment about Dionysis? Yeah that's about to bite the great Mammon in the ass.

• As usual, our dear Avatar of Greed bursts into your room unannounced.

• Rudely interrupting a godly gossip session. 

• You just roll your eyes. "See what I mean? Zero privacy!"

• The god of madness and wine (amongst other things) hums in agreement before turning to Mammon with a glint in his eye.

• "How about a drinking contest? I've heard some bold claims."

Leviathan

• Once you get past the initial phase of "ew normie go away", he actually thinks it's kinda cool.

• I mean you do need to explain you aren't a magical girl or some shit. But aside from that he shows genuine interest.

• One night a thunderstorm knocks the power out.

• Unable to game, Levi decides to go see what you are up to.

• He's not quite sure what he expected, but it probably wasn't finding you sitting outside, criss cross applesauce in the pouring rain.

• "Hey... MC.... you okay?" Leviathan had planned on poking his head out to see what possessed you to go out on a torrential downpour.  Emphasis on planned.

• Seeing the king of the gods listening to you rant about failing the big Devildom law exam made the third born change his mind real fast.

• His plan was to pretend it never happened because *what the fuck*

• Too bad Zeus asked about the purple haired guy staring at you. Oops.

Satan

• If you do deity work, he loans you books on your patron's mythology

• Satan will sit for hours with you discussing common themes found throughout various religions.

• Thinks Freya's chariot being pulled by cats is the coolest thing ever.

• Very interested in baneful magic. I just know it.

• "I got you some coffin nails while I was out the other day."

• Satan is well aware magic is stronger in the Devildom so he isn't surprised in the slightest when any spellwork you do is a bit more... aggressive? Then what you expect.

• However he certainly wasn't expecting Lady Hecate to visit you every now and again.

• He was dropping off a book on natural poisons when the door opens to reveal a chthonic goddess offering you words of wisdom.

• "Oh I love that book. Leave it on the alter." Neither of you look up, too engrossed in your own conversation.

• Satan, being one of the few demons in this house with at least two braincells to rub together, does as he's told.

[callgespenst]

Otakon Day 1

I thought I would break down everything after it was over but so much happened today! In no particular order:

met several mutuals and got to bullshit for a while, always good

handed out most of the robots I brought to hand out to people

while dressed as Gamlin Kizaki from Macross 7, met more other Macross cosplayers than I ever have before

also got my photo taken more than ever before, like, actually swamped at multiple points where we couldn't go anywhere due to waves of photographers

bought an unreasonable amount of nice new exclusive Macross merchandise (most of it for friends, actually)

got the Tiny Sessions VF-31 & Freya, a small plush Cure Sky, a cool vintage Fist of the North Star calendar page, and an Ideon book I'll have to look at more later.

went to the BIGWEST panel and got to ask Kawamori a question! I've always wondered -why- he uses LEGO, specifically, to design machines, it's such a neat quirk of his. It seems that in his youth, he bought a big tub of bricks and made a transforming battleship with them. Which is damn impressive, because when he was doing that, LEGO itself was probably mostly making standard bricks and maybe some hinges, nothing near what they have available now.

also got stuff autographed by Kawamori and Tenjin. Tenjin, I brought one of his artbooks, a friend's copy, since my wife was already getting our copy signed. Kawamori, instead of any of our Macross merchandise (that would make too much sense), I brought one of the Transformers he designed. He looked at it and simply said "ah, how nostalgic".

anyway I had a lot of fun and also I'm completely exhausted. Tomorrow brings more exciting panels and another autograph session, this time for Terada of Super Robot Wars. I'll be wearing my Sanger costume with the cool sword I've been showing WIP photos of, I'm pretty excited. Hoping to have more fun updates tomorrow!

[sakuramidnight15]

-DAC MC Information-

[Gacha Club Mod Ver. Below]

Character Bio

Name: Eldoris Treyton

(Japanese: エルドリス・トレイトン)

Romaji: Erudorisu Toreiton

Quote: “Please don't mind me, I have my options to pick from.”

V/A: Kensho Ono (Japanese)

Beau Bridgland (English)

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Birthday: January 1

Star Sign: Capricorn

Eye Color: Sliver Grey (His Normal Eye Color)

Nude Pink (Second Eye Color and Half-Myth power activation)

Hair Color: Light Blonde Beige

Height: 167 cm

Race: Half Human, Half Myth/Hybrid

Species: Electric Box-Jellyfish

Homeland: Crystalsle Village (The fifth country in the Island of Enchantment)

Family: Amelio Treyton (Father)

Lonia Jillian (Mother)

Rahja Jillian (Older Brother)

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Gemmeluner (@terrovaniadorm)

School Year: First

Class: 1-A

Student no. 23

Occupation: Student (A scouted student)

Part-Time Delivery Boy

Official Pharmacologist of SIDC (Meaning: Supernaturals Investigation Department Center)

Club: Dance Team (Member), Swim Team (Member)

Best Subject: Endurance Training, Mixed Martial Arts, and Lethal Poison Handling

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous (Mostly for his right)

Favorite Color: Light Beige, White, Black, and Grey

Favorite Food: Fried Meat, Coffee (Any kind), Vegetable Oiled Salad, Fried Sunny-side Ups, Steamed Shrimps, Color-changing Lemonade, BBQs, S'mores,

Least Favorite Food: Jawbreakers (Got a painful toothache), Slight Sweets, Candies, Goat Liver, Steamed Crab, Potato Stew,

Likes: Peace and Quiet, Slight Song-writing, Dancing (Mostly), Underwater Exploring, Making Coffee Art, Sleep (Mostly), Novel Collection, Ocean View, Slight Distance of socializing,

Dislikes: His older brother's teasing, Dealing Bullshit, Chaos, Getting Squished tightly on anyone's chest (Mostly from Marleigh), Loud Noises, Losing Sleep (Mostly), Too much close up from anyone (Mostly), Being Late, Dehydration,

Hobbies: Making Coffee Art, Sleep (Mostly), Reading Novel Collection, Song-writing, Dancing (Mostly), Secretly a little on singing, Doing his SIDC workload, Baby-sitting his one of his chaotic co-workers (Slightly),

Talents: Transforming into his half-myth form, Summoning Tentacles, Water-sight Ability, Electric Storing Magic, Hypnotizing Ability, Solo Sleuth, Underwater Third-eye, Shock-wave, Vocal-changing,

Nicknames: Eli or Doris (From his family and friends)

Treyton-san (From Others)

Little Dude (From his older brother)

Rii-san (From Rylee)

Little DoDo (From Marleigh)

Ello (From Lynette and Freya)

Mr. Treyton (From the SIDC workers and trainers)

Other Nicknames:

TBA

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Eldoris has a regular but medium average male body build, but he seems to have some muscular up-putting due for swimming a lot underwater and in addition of more training. He has light blonde beige colored hair which it looks long but slightly messy when being tied up for physical training or SIDC workloads. He has sliver grey colored eyes which they can turn into nude pink whenever he uses his myth abilities. Eldoris has selective personality when it comes to interaction towards anyone.

Personality: Was born within in one of the quiet neighborhood apartment buildings within the city streets of Crystalsle in the Island of Enchantment, as the youngest child within his family, he's mostly with his father and older brother whenever he's mother is busy with work. Around his childhood, especially when his mother isn't busy, she tends to teach him of respecting others, in various genders that he will might meet in the future when he gets.

Eldoris, whom that he had it during his childhood days as a younger toddler to kid, didn't know much about it till he interacted with a few of anyone he sees or they had spoken to him, thanks mother's teachings he then became to social a little bit till he was used to it.

Eldoris has a quiet tongue though he's mostly selective when speaking to anyone he speaks to within the academy, though there are days that he would stay quiet throughout the week but he will be talk if you make the move on him first, he isn't good at starting the conversation but will only talk back if you do it first though.

Despite his selective social circle on talking at random, he seems more relaxed whenever he's with his fellow half-myth companions and his SIDC co-workers. Eldoris is used to his race chaotic messes, which he seems to be okay with but till he gets annoyed with some of his friends slightly on accident or not.

If you were to get close to him slowly day by day or week by week, we can all tell he has a sweet personality after chatting with you, which many can see a rather a cute side of him eventually, only if you ever can catch him off guard that is, of you can you'll see a stuttering point of view to his embarrassment.

Don't to be fooled by his appearance, as an ocean-myth he knows when to give you a shocking welcome. Eldoris doesn't trust much at random strangers, especially to those who are trying to get on his good side if he ever sees it on coming. Eldoris will keep his act up for long as he wishes to be, but then when the timing comes, you will get a free yet lasting electro shocking from him eventually. Mostly he won't feel a little pitiful about it.

A male half-myth with a hidden sweet persona, but don't tease him too much though.

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Trivia

-The name 'Eldoris' means by the word 'gold'. While his surname 'Treyton' is a meaning "a settlement near trees".

-He's based on 'Ventricosus' from the anime series called: 'Houseki no Kuni'.

-He's neutral with his dorm mates and dorm leaders.

-He seems to have thing for coffee based food and coffee, he and Hibiki had a good bonding over it whenever he visits his family's cafe.

-As an ocean-myth, he has a beautiful voice when he sings but tends to hide that fact from others aside from his team. Though he seems to be good at the basic of dancing as well, often does song-writing in secret.

-Doesn't like jawbreakers because it broke the backside of his teeth. He ended up going to have a one week appointment to the dentist after the issue.

-Is mostly neutral with his co-workers at the SIDC company, is close with Lynette, Freya, and Fursat there as well.

-Is mostly respectful towards his rank captain Marleigh, but he really dislikes of how she crushes him to losing air by squishing his head on her chest.

-He would understand with Elijah when it comes to Electricity storing in their bodies.

-Has somewhat handled chaos from his team, though it didn't bothered him much.

-Is sleep-deprived whenever he doesn't get any sleeps.

-Was a victim in a house-break in but this resulted him getting a brutal assault from a woman who appeared to be his mother's ex-girlfriend in the past. He received a four-week hospitalization.

-He collects collection novels on a daily basis. His favorite genre is slice of life and mystery

-Is often teased by his older brother often, he slightly embarrassed with it.

-Was a little shy whenever he speaks, well a little mostly at girls. But his mother helped with his little problem but decided to be a bit selective with it.

-His voice sounds calm and gentle when he speaks, but the tone changes whenever he's shouts loudly. Which is why I chose Kensho Ono for his Japanese voice actor, and Beau Bridgland for his English voice actor.

-Has a pet puppy name 'Mocha'.

-Is annoyed with Clementine with her activities, though he tries to be neutral with her but failed slightly.

-Gets dehydrated a bit, he drinks a lot of water.

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(@deaths-academy-of-combat) and next-

[just-eyris-things]

[Redacted] told me to expose you all to my favourite stupid bullshit so...

Not really my favourite stupid bullshit but defo a stupid bullshit discourse!....actually it's just me blabbering here because I am too shy to spam my friends in DMs and discord servers....

Dying and coming back wrong. Gosh, I LOVE this trope. So much. Eyris did that, Airell did that, my Trahearne lives AU did that. And it's all Airell's fault. I love tormenting my sonboy (gender neutral) ok. Also fun fact Freya would be the only one to survive 1v1 with Balthy. Nia survived only because it was 2v1 (2 means her and Eyris)

Also this is a joke: brb im making Airell a cisgirl because the number of people who mistake him for such keeps growing at a worrisome rate.

Also fun fact, I used in-game Eyris to change my nickname because previously I was known as [redacted], which was pretty weeb-y. And I have some really bad associations with that group, sadly... so I used her to rebrand. And tbh... I never felt more comfortable in a "new skin" than I do now.

Next! I absolutely fucking love AUs. The drama but make it in a different setting. The drama but this character is somebody completely different. I mean, whatever you can think of - I have it!! Mostly I subject Airell to this hell. My fictional child must hate me, lol.

Speaking of fictional children (am I the only one to whom this sounds wrong?), I think I will somehow get my [redacted] Risha into some different setting so I can have more fun with him. Develop him some more. For now I am rotating him around like a frog on a vinyl. I want to talk about him but all the people who know his source universe (this is how badly i dont want that community to think im cringe so i dont mention the name hhhh) already know everything about him and I am not going to spam them with the same shit over and over, right.

I mean i already do that with Airell with some people and that must be annoying.

MOVING ON, I am expecting my bow to arrive SOON. like... idk. Between 13-18 July. Or so the store told me. Im so excited. Life is good. It also seems im going to get this job I applied for so aaaa life is good. Now I only need to go back to my comic....which turns out harder than I expected. But hopefully I will have it finished by the end of July.

So...yeah. stupid bullshit time over, i guess.

[marzely]

I was tagged by @cadetzarneki to talk about my oc’s and oh god I’m going to stick to IF oc’s because its already a long list in itself and were not going to dig into my anime/game oc’s from back in the day…..

Anyway it’s all below the read more. If you’d like to answer these about your own oc’s take this as a tag and go for it.

FAVORITE OC: This is a hard one because it's between Soile (SHOH), Valentina (Vendetta), or Freya (Disenchanted). They’re some of my favorite character designs, and they’re my more thought out character’s. If I really have to choose, I guess it would be Soile because she’s just overworked badass with a heart of gold. She went through a lot of shit but kept her head high because she grew up with so much love that she wanted to honor those who helped her be where she is now.

NEWEST OC: Echo (Infamous) is my newest oc. I stayed up one night, played Infamous, fell in love with it, and automatically went to Pinterest and started pinning clothes and tattoos. I love Echo’s design with all my heart, and I wish I knew how to draw tattoo sleeves because mine does not do her justice. A little about Echo is that she was left heartbroken by Seven and doesn’t know if she’ll ever get over him. Seven got her into music, and at first, it felt wrong to continue their dream solo she couldn’t help but feel the call of the stage.

MEANEST OC: Nova Tesla (Zombie Exodus) as a disclaimer there was a time back in the day I would just use the same few first name and just change the last name for characters. So I have a few Novas… This Nova, in particular, was a combat medic, has a child dependent, and is the leader of their survivor group. So she knows to survive and make sure her nephew gets to live a long life she has to make the hard choices. You can only be kind for so long in a zombie apocalypse.

OLDEST OC: Nova Peña (Heroes Rise), so this one is kinda an exception on the none IF oc because she’s a superhero oc I made that I than used for the Heroes Rise series. Heroes Rise was the IF that got me into IF’s. Nova was made because I love DC comics and wanted to make my own superhero’s given they have some of the most basic powers I did have a whole bunch of lore made up for them and I actually still have Pinterest boards made for them.

SOFTEST OC: Gotta be Kyra (AMR) Everything with the strikethough is spoilers for A Mage Reborn, so please check it out if you haven’t because it had me crying none stop at like 3am If you don’t care about spoilers, hopefully, it makes you want to read it. Girl was burned at the stake to save the same people who wished for her death. She holds no ill will towards them and forgave and still loves Leon even after he made the call. And she would do it all again if given the chance.

MOST ALOOF OC: Probably Freya (Disenchanted). After everything she’s gone through, she pushed herself to be more disinterested in everything and keep her emotions in check. She refuses to give anyone the reactions they seek from her. Though in the presence of Theo and Viktor and others she sees as family and friends, she's more expressive and playful.

DUMBEST OC: I’d say Salem (Attollo) shes an artist who stumbled into an entirely new word. She probably gives Operator chronic heartburn from stress from watching Salem run around making the worst decisions in existence, including the willingness to fight some of the most dangerous people in Attollo.

SMARTEST OC: I’d say it’s Valentina (Vendetta) since she set on becoming the head of the Morozov Criminal Family. She is cunning and careful. If there was a term to describe her, it would be femme fatale. She knows how to use her image to her advantage and look helpless, but it is quite the opposite.

OC’S I’D BE FRIENDS WITH: It would be Theodora (Novaturient) and Inez (Emberwood). I would get along with Theo because she is a giant nerd, and so am I, so we would have a lot to talk about. Inez is a chill person who is just trying to deal with her own bullshit just like anyone else, so i feel like she is the most “normal” I guess you could say. (As normal, you can get with someone who can manipulate minds…)

I’m so sorry this is so long. I didn’t think I would end up writing so much. Anyway, check out the IF’s my mc’s are part of they’re all great IF’s. I enjoyed looking back at some oc’s and I think I need to chill on making them……

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DICTIONARY OF WHAT TO COME SOON AKA MY WIPS...

WOSO

Esmee brugts •My only one - fans put together the subtle hits of your relationship with esmee to find out you're the one who does her game day braids.

Esmee brugts •Midnight hits, but we'll be together - you're teammates trying to set you and esmee up because you're both too shy to admit your feelings, but when that clock strikes midnight it doesn't change how you both feel.

Lauren james •Accidentall confession - after a very heated moment happened with you and lj you accidentally confess your long time crush on her things don't go exactly how you planned it but love always finds it way in

Lia wälti •What are friends for if we can't love? - you and lia have been friends for a long time even though everyone around you thinks you're a couple one New years night. Everything comes down.

Sakina karchaoui •Love at first sight - you'd always thought love at first sight was bullshit and made up, one night at a women's sport gala you laid eyes on the most beautiful women in the room sakina karchaoui, turns out love at first sight wasn't made up and bullshit but was a warm feeling that kept your heart beating all night long.

Freya godfye •Chewing gum - just a game for two friends inlove when things go unexpected you chew a gum

Grace Clinton •Espresso date - grace is a regular at the Cafe you work for, one day she comes up to you saying if she can make a better espresso than you but there was a twist if she wins she get to take you on a date and lose? Well it not really in her vocabulary because she was determined

Lauren james •lately lauren as been facing backlash and hate from the media but she has you and Reece to pick her back up.

WNBA/WCBB

Gabby williams • Dirty exes - you and Gabby used to be teammates while dating but ended up going different paths after being drifted apart by the drafts would she find her way back in your arms

JuJu watkins •Hooligans inlove - you hate juju after she basically stole the spotlight and pushed your existence from the team away, one late night after you both got locked in the gym together you find out that she's not that nasty I think I'm better than you person you imagined but someone that's truly caring, what happens when you find yourself falling for her but let's face it can something that was once hate truly become pure love?

Current updates 01/31/25