#Her name is Callisto if anyone cares

[kenniex2]

I guess I have a type

[evesetchings]

So in @novalizinpeace’s poppy playtime au, specifically in the cartoon portion, the critters have these magic pendants that give them certain abilities. This isn’t limited to the gang, and all sorts of different pendants exist for different characters, but there’s a catch.

In this post, they talk about how if the magic in the pendant overwhelms a critter, it can transform them into a myth, a magical, monstrous being with incredible power, but can sometimes be incredibly dangerous to the people around them.

So I decided to take the 8 main critters and turn them into horrible little beasties for my amusement, and now I wish to show you guys the fruits of my labor.

tw for mild body horror and psychological horror under the cut

Dogday - Sol

This is the only ‘canon’ myth critter that exists in the au. Every time Dogday is pushed past his limit and gets too angry with something he transforms into sol, who is a mindless flaming warrior with no logic or regard for their surroundings. This leads to them being pretty dangerous to be around, but Sol isn’t evil, they just want to protect their user from any harm, and if left to their own devices, would probably self-isolate to protect themselves (and others) from harm.

2. Hoppy Hopscotch - Notus

The first of my original designs. Notus is the transformed version of Hoppy, and has the same weather manipulation powers, just to a much larger degree. Although she mostly uses it to make her storms larger. Notus’s mental state is much more stable than Sol (relatively), specifically in that she can remember her past life, but not specific people, so friends and even family are hardly whispers in her mind, if even that. She is quite competitive, viewing her storms as a contest to see how big she can make them, and will never back down from a challenge, doing everything in her power to win, but she is also a graceful loser, and hates cheaters. Her name comes from the Greek god of south winds, who is associated with wetness and the coming of rains.

3. Bubba bubbaphant - Ganesha

This guy’s name comes from the Hindu deity of new beginnings and the patron of the sciences and arts, who is also represented by a man with an elephant’s head and four arms. His mental state is similar to that of Notus, in that he can remember specific events from his past, but not people. He has become incredibly intelligent, being able to solve complex equations and understand lots of different subjects, but his already prevalent neuroticism has been turned up to eleven, with even the slightest infraction driving him to a rage, which can make him incredibly dangerous to deal with, but also rewarding, as his intellect allows him to answer many questions. He can also spin webs, because spider.

4. Bobby Bearhug - Callisto

Callisto is a little different from the other myths. She can remember her name, and her past, and the people around her, but only sometimes. You see, her pendant’s natural power is to absorb the excess emotion around her, and it still does that, but if she absorbs to much, then it leads to her transformation into a massive bear like monster with one goal, to make the excess stop by any means necessary. This has led to her voluntary exile in order to stop herself from hurting the people around her, which causes Bobby a great deal of pain, but it’s better than letting herself hurt the people she cares about the most. Her name comes from a nymph who was transformed into (what else) a bear by a furious Hera.

5. Pickypiggy - Limos

Unlike most of the others, Limos can hardly remember who she once was, much less the people in her life or what they mean to her. Instead she is driven by her one deepest instinct: to care and provide for the people around her. She works tirelessly to cook and prepare extravagant meals for anyone who might need it, leading to her neglecting her own health and her living environment. She also has to deal with a ravenous hunger that pains her every moment, and often leads her to devouring her dishes as soon as she finished, causing even further distress. Her name comes from the Greek goddess of starvation, which i don’t think is a very good comparison, but I can’t think of anything better, so eh.

6. KickinChicken - The Roc

Kickin’s transformed state is probably the least actively dangerous to be around. He’s a large, powerful bird capable of flying incredibly fast, as well as being incredibly loud and aggressive, but never actively harmful. His mental state is kind of the opposite of Notus and Ganesha, in that he can remember specific people and places, but not his past nor his name, and goes out of his way to try and help others. The key word being ‘try’, as his loud and aggressive demeanor often end up causing more damage than assistance. His name comes from an Arabian creature that is described as a bird of prey large enough to carry an elephant, which I thought was a good choice, and I couldn’t find any mythological chickens that really fit him.

7. Craftycorn - Apophis

Her name comes from an Egyptian monster that is said to be the embodiment of chaos and disorder, although Crafty is significantly less malevolent than her mythological counterpart. The main effect of her presence is the chaotic shifting of her environment, colors swapping and shapes changing into maelstrom of chaos around her, with the effect getting stronger the closer you get towards her, and any critter who does so has the very real risk of being torn apart. Apophis herself isn’t doing much better, with her entire body constantly melting into multicolored goop that has a consistency similar to that of candle wax. Not much is known about her mental state, as no one is brave enough to get close to her for risk of being killed, but there has to be something left of her as her maelstrom very much has the capacity to expand over the entire world and destroy it, the only reason it hasn’t is because Crafty appears to be holding it back through sheer force of willpower.

8. Catnap - Ouranos

Ouranos is probably the one who’s the most ‘in there’, besides Callisto in her non murder mode. He can remember his past life quite clearly and the people in them. In fact the only difference between him and normal Catnap is that Ouranos is slightly more apathetic towards outside events. He’s floated off into space and now observes to world from the heavens, watching as everything drifts by, because he can’t exactly leave. He can, however, see his friends suffering, and wishes he had the capability to help them in any way he could.

Once again thanks to @novalizinpeace for the au and all concepts belong to her.

[dearestgojo]

Mine

Callisto x Fem reader

A/n: For @html-m as part of my 2k match-up event: now closed. I know these won't get attention, but I still want to write for some of my favorite manhwa men.

Warnings: Smut. Fingering. Outdoor sex. Pnv.

Wc: 565| Manwha masterlist | Main masterlist

There's little time to process what is going on as your body is dragged across the palace grounds. The skirt of your dress tangles itself with your legs as you look over your shoulder watching Penelope's pink hair disappear as you pulled along, the echo of your name being called out ringing in your ears. The shrubs loom overhead, blocking the view for anyone who might wander into the garden and the moonlight that shines on the golden hair in front of you. 

Callisto peers back at you, red eyes gleaming like rubies in the low light, and tightness in your throat forms the long he stares at you. Fear creeping up your back. You've heard the rumors about him ever since you first appeared in this strange world. Of his ruthlessness, and his disregard for anyone and everyone's life. 

So why was he holding on to your wrist with such care as he hauled you behind a large tree in the center of the garden? Why were his lips soft as they crashed into yours, catching you off guard as his tongue slipped past your lips? Your body reacts on its own, returning the kiss with equal fervor while his hand slips down to raise your skirt to your upper thigh, fingers slipping beneath the silky fabric. 

"I've missed you," he murmurs against your lips, pulling you even closer to his body, "You haven't come to visit."

You let out a small gasp as his fingers glide up your slick folds, your weak answer caught in the back of your throat. What were you supposed to say? 'Sorry, I don't know what type of relationship you had with the body of the girl i'm now trapped in, but I'm not her so please let me live even though I don't know if she'll be coming back to this body once I find a way home.' That wasn't something you could say to the Crown Prince known for killing and expect to walk off with your head still attached to your shoulders. 

Doing the only thing you can think of, you drop your head and listen to the soft wet sounds your pussy makes while his fingers slip in and out, whimpering as his teeth sink into your neck, and answer with half-truth, "I've been unwell."

He comes back up, forehead pressed to yours, forcing you to look into his red eyes as the sound of the buckle of his pants sounds throughout the part of the garden you're hidden in, "Really? Why didn't you let me know?" His hands come back down to grip the back of your thighs, raising you off the ground. Your arms fly up to wrap around his shoulders.

"I-" you swallow a moan when he starts to slip in, eyes squeezing shut while you mind races for a sutiable answer, "I was under my mother's watch...you know how they feel about you."

Callisto smirks above you, rolling his hips into, "Yeah, I guess I do." He tugs the sleeve of your dress down further, exposing more of your skin for him to nip at, "Not much I can do to change their minds, but I will be taking what's mine soon enough." The hold under your thighs tightens and you're pressed further into the bush while the music from the ball happening just beyond the garden covers you both.

[kuroneko1815]

Monsters and Treasures in Dungeons Deep

This came from my short walk to the bus stop and written while on the bus. Huzzah to the almighty commute boredom.

Deep in a dark, dusty, and damp dungeon was a monster’s nest. Riddled with the bones of treasure seekers and hapless adventurers who thought to try their luck to find the legendary treasure within the very heart of the dungeon.

On most days, the only sounds that could be heard were the growls and grunts of the monsters, but not today. At this very moment a warrior fought off the monsters, panting through the effort.

“This treasure better be worth it.” The warrior muttered angrily. Robes dirty from the near constant fighting.

Finally the warrior made it to the dragon’s chambers and took a moment to prepare. The dragon was said to be fierce and tyrannical. When the warrior entered the chambers, instead of a treasure guarded by a dragon, there was a man.

She approached the sleeping man. And looked around as though she’d missed the treasure. But there was nothing there.

“What the? I fought through six levels of hell in a dungeon to face a dragon and to earn the most magnificent treasure in the world so where is it?!?” She yelled out loud, turquoise eyes blazing with the promise of death. “Where’s the dragon? Where’s the gold and rubies I was promised?!? Damn you Secretary Porter!!!”

And then she brought herself close to the man, too angry to care about his handsome face or his golden hair and bunched up his shirt as she pulled him up, ready to question him. She raised her other hand and slapped him hard, repeatedly, until he stirred.

“What? Who dares slap me?” The man grumbled as he opened his eyes revealing ruby coloured eyes. “Do you know who I am? I am the dragon prince, Callisto Regulus, crown prince of the Empire.” He said grumpily. “Though I must thank you for waking me up from that terrible sleeping curse my step mother put on me. It was supposed to be broken with true love’s kiss.”

“True love’s kiss who? I slapped the ever living fuck out of you. I guess a slap works just as well.” She said bitterly. “I demand a reward of gold and rubies.”

“How about an entire empire as my empress?” He offered.

“Does that come with a lot of money and fine food?” She asked.

“Yes.”

She didn’t even have to consider it. “Then let’s get married today. I’m Penelope by the way. You may as well know the name of the woman you’ll be trapped with for all eternity.”

“All eternity is it?” He asked with an elegant brow as he reached for the sword at his side and hopped off the gilded altar made into a luxurious bed. He looked at it in disgust.

“I went through all this trouble to get here on the promise of treasure. If you’re going to make me the empress and give me the entirety of the imperial treasures, that’s great. But I also intend to make sure that you don’t replace me with another and make me lose the treasure.”

He snorted as the two fought their way back up the six levels. “I think you and I will get along great. Though if you do take a lover, I’ll end him viciously in front of you.”

“Any concubines you have won’t make it past a fortnight, nor would they ever give you any children.” She vowed, magic setting the monsters in front of her ablaze.

They continued to talk to one another as they went through each level at which point she revealed herself to be the youngest child of the Duke of Eckhart, adopted of course. She made sure to specify that part.

“I need at least one child from you.” He told her absently as he pulled her away from the path of the arrows.

“We need to show the picture of marital bliss. No less than three nights in my room, even if we don’t do anything. I won’t have anyone talk that I’ve fallen out of favour with my husband.” She demanded.

“Right to refuse intimacy.” They both said at the same time.

And then they spoke of the wedding. “Three weeks from today. That should give me enough time to deal with my step mother and half brother, his faction, my father, and plan a wedding.”

“Talk to my father as well.”

“Any thoughts on flowers?”

“Something red, no roses though, or at most, just three or four roses in my bouquet but the rest should be some other flowers.”

“Will you have trouble procuring a dress?”

She looked at him with a wry smile. “I’m an Eckhart. Leave the dress to me.”

By the time they had left the dungeon to where Secretary Porter was waiting eagerly to see his liege, they had ironed out everything from the marriage agreement to the wedding, even to the policies they wished to implement within their first five years.

-

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In the wake of the Imperial Wedding, Captain Leon Markham would lean in close to his friend, Sir Cedric Porter as he watched the newly risen Emperor wed his Empress and get crowned together. The Emperor’s half brother was put on house arrest after being found to be too dishonourable, his mother imprisoned, and his entire faction dissolved. The former Emperor was glad to be rid of both crown and wife and went merrily on his way to retirement.

“Did you really have to choose her?” The Captain asked incredulous. The new Empress’ reputation as an Iron Lady was well known, he worried that the Emperor might not survive the bedding if he did anything wrong.

“I had no choice.” The Emperor’s aide said, as he defended himself, silently lamenting his liege’s new wife who still held a grudge. “Every other woman that would’ve wanted to rescue him and become his wife and empress had died in the dungeons, and the rest were either afraid of him, or afraid of the dungeons itself.”

“I had to trick her into believing there was a magnificent treasure there.” He still flinched at the thought of the woman’s words.

“The Emperor is no treasure, unless you count his looks and title, but his personality leaves much to be desired.” Captain Markham noted. “In that they’re the same. But that being said, will the Emperor be alright with her?”

“He’ll survive.” The Captain said resolutely stubborn in his faith that his liege could survive anything.

True enough, he survived. In fact, he was never in danger from her. He never spent a day away from his wife’s bed and they went on to have no less than seven children. The Duke and the Empress’ brothers never quite got around to liking the Emperor though they doted on their nieces and nephew, her sister however, was their biggest supporter.

The adventurer/sleeping beauty curse in reverse. With Penelope as the money hungry saviour and Callisto as the damsel in distress/princess in need of saving, the treasure, and the dragon itself. Penelope isn’t pleased she’s been conned. But they still got their happily ever after.

[anotherrosesthatfell]

I couldn't resist 💀. Remember this ask?

Yeah I twisted the story and here we are..

Meet Callisto Luther! (AI name = Nox Luther)

Vishenka (cherry) and I were having conversation and I got idea omg

So basically, Hope and Dream had a fight which cause their magics to combine and created Callisto. Hope lost all of their magics because if a witch gave birth or create a living being, their magics will be transferred to the child.

Hope is powerless and Dream feels overwhelmed so he couldn't take care of Callisto (What a pain in the ass!)

Hope take care of Callisto then Lux because the original had to stick around lmao.

He hates Killermare family and he hates Dream and his family too (expect for Lux, he cares deeply for his little sister <3) (Even so he respects women-)

His opinion on people

Dream

"A massive headache. I am ashamed I was born from a fight... What a pain.. I really hate him. I don't care that he neglected me but what pisses me off that he dare to abandoned my little sister and mom all by their own! I don't curse because Mom really dislike it..."

Hope

"Mom is doing better. I really wished that I never inherited Mom's power... Mom is was so weak that she couldn't even eat.."

Lux

"my adorable little sister!!! I really adore her, she is my light of this horrible world. She support me to take the throne and I will! I'll make sure to give her everything once the throne is mine."

Palette

"Even if he is my brother... I will never see him as one... Arrogant little brat, he dare to bully my little sister and tell everyone that she is crazy because of a revengeful spirit? That's stupid-"

Drop

"I heard the little girl is locked in the castle for years now. I never see her appearance and I don't think anyone do. Dream kept her away from world... What a pain.."

Ink

"I don't care if she is kind or pretty. She is depressing- I don't like the fact she cope with depression. Drinking... That's just terrible. She needs help, a therapy will be good."

Alphonse (Corrupted Nightmare)

"I am holding myself from cursing... I hate him. That's the final."

Crescent

"I can't believe Dream is this stupid. Taking a child of an enemy as priest? This kingdom chances of getting attacked are very high.."

Angst (If he were alive)

"The crown prince of darkness kingdom... I don't know much about him. Rumours say he isolated himself from the world and waiting for death to take him."

Merciless

"I never interact with him. Sometimes I saw him walking next to Palette, sometimes he sat alone and sometimes... He feels so empty. He don't resemble the darkness king at all so I don't think I should hate him. Beside he is gives a really calming vibe."

Goth

"Oh lady Goth! Lux really adore her best friend. I'm glad Lux has someone to rely on. Lady Goth is genuinely kind to Lux. Even if she is close to Palette, she still treat Lux nicely and never believe in any of Palette's lies."

Bonus

Artemis belong to @itzcherrybonbon /@abloomingsunflower

"The precious daughter of the king I despise. Ugh... Well she is kind of pretty, I give her that. Mom said not to hate on her since I don't know anything about her.. Well she told me not to hate on anyone but I did it anyway. As long she don't interfere in my way on taking the throne, I'll be nice to her..."

Vivi belong to @canon-vi

"Oh my other little sister? Well she is adorable! Lux really adore Vivi so much and I am the same. Though, we don't spend much time together because she is a princess and has her own duty."

Kira belong to @canon-vi

"I will never understand why Dream took another child of an enemy to be a priestess... At least she is kind and look nothing like Alphonse. I am not that religious so I don't visit the church that often."

[saneijeijei]

One day I woke up as the daughter of a villainess

[This is a fanfiction collaboration with @ship-ovnik​]

[This fanfiction-announcement contains brief descriptions of heavy scenes for fans of Penelope and Judith. I warned you.]

"Is young miss awake?" a quiet voice above her asked.

Judith woke up instantly, sitting up abruptly. She looked dumbfounded at her nanny, whom she hadn't seen for almost ten years.

How did she end up here? Shouldn't she have been in jail awaiting her sentence?

"Melanie?" barely uttering the woman's name, she heard her own thin voice. Raising her hands to her face, Judith saw tiny palms like a five-year-old child.

"Yes, my lady?" the maid asked tensely, "Are you unwell?"

Judith jumped out of bed in horror and ran to the floor mirror. In front of her was not at all an adult girl with sharp facial lines and a beautiful figure, but a small child with plump cheeks.

Had she really gone back fourteen years?

The girl grabbed herself cheek and pinched. The pain was real, so she wasn't dreaming.

"I can't believe it… Just a few hours ago, I was waiting for the court's decision on my execution.. And now I'm here again!" - turning around on short legs, the baby ran to the exit, as she was stopped by the nanny.

"My lady, please! Take your time! Where are you in such a hurry?"

"I want to see Mom! Right now!"

"Do you want to see Lady Penelope?…" the woman turned pale. "Oh, maybe you want to take a walk in that garden? I think there are wonderful flowers there…

"Melanie, I want my mom! I want my mom! And not to the garden!"

"But my lady, you know that your mother has not wanted to see anyone for many years, why did you suddenly start talking about her?"

"W-what?.." Judith couldn't believe her own ears. Her mom is the most affectionate and loving person she has ever met. She never parted with her. Mom always took care for her, supporting her in everything, even when her heart was heavy.

Her mom would never leave her. But then why is it a completely different person now?

The events take place in the real world (without Siyeon). The original Penelope falls in love with Callisto and confessing her feelings to him, it turns out that it is mutual. The couple secretly meets and tries to spend as much time together as possible until the duke finds out about their affair. At first, the man is furious and categorically against their relationship, trying to prevent their meetings. He was even ready to put Penelope under house arrest, but after seeing how happy his daughter is with the Crown Prince and how she suffers and refuses to eat and drink if he forbids her to see him, the duke gives up and blesses their relationship.

At first everything was great, the Eckart family, like the royal family, was preparing for an engagement after Penelope's debut. But on the day of the celebration, the Marquis of Verdandy brings Yvonne home and a terrible poisoning scandal happens. Penelope did not lose hope of proving her innocence and believed that Callisto would support and help her, but to her horror, the groom accused her of poisoning Yvonne and sent her into custody until the circumstances were clarified. For Penelope, as well as the whole family, it was a shock how the man changed in behavior.

A few days after the arrest, when the girl was finally released without finding any evidence, Penelope came face to face with Callisto, whom she did not recognize at all. Even without any evidence, he accused her of all her sins and considered her a terrible woman.

She was well aware that the abrupt change in behavior was due to Yvonne. But the way he behaved and the terrible things he said when he broke off the engagement broke her heart.

The Duke, realizing the horror of what is happening, takes Penelope away, not knowing what to say. After all, he knew that this would happen, but he did not want to remember it, seeing the condition of his daughter. Soon, he finds out that Penelope is pregnant. Fearing that something might happen to her, he sends her to a distant residence of their possessions.

That's where Judith is born. Penelope doted on her and tried to protect and protect her from everything, giving all her love. But the older the daughter got, the more questions she had. The woman did not want to answer them, and avoided or did not say enough so as not to break her baby's heart.

But alas, when Judith celebrated her debut and started attending balls and other events, she began to learn about the world and who her father was. A terrible scandal broke out between her and her daughter, after which, Judith, not wanting to listen to her mother's lies anymore, leaves the residence and leaves for the capital. Due to all the worries and poor health, Penelope remains bedridden, unable to stop her daughter.

A few months later, she receives news that Judith is in custody and awaiting trial. The Duke tried his best to help and save his granddaughter, but everything was to no avail, because the charges were brought by the imperial family itself.

Without a doubt, it was the work of Yvonne. Or whoever was hiding behind that pretty face. She had no doubt guessed who Judith was and had probably arranged everything to make her unbearably hurt.

She couldn't protect her daughter. What a terrible mother she was if she let her child go into the mouth of the beast?..

Having lost herself in grief, Penelope dies. There is a rollback of time.

Expecting to wake up again to the 18-year-old lady of the Eckart family, Penelope, barely opening her eyes, realizes that she is not in the family estate, but in the country residence where Judith was born. The first thing she hears is her daughter's loud crying.

"If I love and cherish her to the point of unconsciousness again, she will try to protect me again and die at the hands of this monster…" - looking at the cradle from which the nurse gently lifted her daughter, Penelope understands that she needs to make a difficult choice to save Judith. "But if I am… I will not let her get attached and I will be a bad mother, she will never know about that pain and will not want to protect me, she will be safe if she lives in ignorance…"

The woman intuitively pressed the girl to herself, after which she called another maid and took the child away. After waiting for the footsteps to subside, Penelope burst into tears, realizing how unbearably painful it would be for her to watch her daughter from afar and not be able to hug her.

"Mistress, it's time to feed the young lady-"

"Take her away"

"W-what? But My Lady-"

"Are you deaf? I said take her away, I won't feed her."

Let Judith grow up away from her, not knowing all the pain. Let her be a happy child with a happy childhood, she will do everything so that she does not need anything. Let her think that her mother is an evil woman who does not deserve love.

"I so want to forget all this…" pressing her palms to her face, Penelope used ancient magic and erased all memories of Callisto and her family, feeling all the pain dissolve in her heart in an instant. Peace reigns in the soul. She no longer feels anything but absolute emptiness and cold inside herself.

All she needs to remember is Judith and her well-being.

Jei: This fanfiction is a mixture of two fanfics (more precisely, my impressions from reading two fanfics about the brainwashing of Callisto and the tragic fate of Judith by kuroneko1815) and a huge reference to another manhwa.

[ghostofskywalker]

oooh please tell us ab your clone oc!! i just saw ur post ab making his ct number I’d love to hear more!

of course!! i now have 3 oc's to share and i was going to post about all of them anyway, so here they are!!

the helmet drawings still need to be colored but everything else about them is done :) hopefully the pictures are visible, i have a very light hand when drawing

CT-2808: “Getaway” 

Medic of the 989th Battalion

The running joke is that if you injure yourself doing something stupid, you better “get away” 

His CT number is the last digit of the kudo count of my four favorite fics i’ve written (one from each fandom that has been a principle one of mine at some point: marvel, agent carter, star wars, and the x files!)

Asexual, willing to date but doesn’t see the point in it because they’re at war

Has a tattoo on the back of his right shoulder that says “the best of times, the worst of crimes” in aurebesh 

Won’t tell anyone the story behind it - Ricochet is the only one who knows because he was there for it all

Has a fairly simple helmet design, a few accents around the bottom half of the helmet, along with the medic symbol at the top

Impulsive only when drunk 

Big fan of karaoke night at 79’s

Likes fruity drinks, his brothers tease him for it

Loyal, compassionate, and kind

Dry humor when you least expect it

Has a candy connection on Coruscant, has a stash to give to his brothers when they’re recovering from particularly dangerous wounds

CT-2714: “Ricochet”

ARC Trooper of the 989th Battalion

His CT number is the last digit of the kudo count of my second four favorite fics i’ve written (from the same four fandoms!)

Bisexual

In the nicest way possible, this man is a little bit of a slut (but we love him for it)

Talks a big game about himself, but secretly is a big softie when it comes to love 

Likes to paint his nails when they’re on leave

Can outdrink every other trooper in the battalion

Preferred weapon is two pistols

Kama is teal with white swirl patterns, color scheme matches the armor of the battalion

The best person to have with you in case of a crisis, he can always come up with some kind of solution

Has a bad habit of ending up in the medbay with random injuries

Sleeps like the dead, not even a droid attack can wake him up

Gets his name from the way his mind moves between thoughts, is likely a bit ADHD 

Scared of needles, Getaway keeps trying to convince him to get a tattoo

Jedi General Vera Callisto 

i didn't like the star wars picrews i found, so i used a random one i did like, here's vera in some civvie clothes :)

Human, with dark brown hair and purple eyes 

Grew up with Obi Wan, helped train Anakin

Originally from Alderaan

Studied under Plo Koon, friends with the Wolfpack because of this

Wields two green lightsabers 

Powerful warrior, but would rather spend her days in the Jedi Archives

Served as a General in charge of the Coruscant Guard until the 989th was formed, and then her service was required on the front lines

Makes friends with every clone she meets instantly, she likes to give the men in her battalion little trinkets from markets if she gets to travel

Compassionate, kind, caring, and tired of the war 

Likes to paint her nails with Ricochet 

Lesbian

all her troops are trying to set her up with one of the bartender’s at 79’s

They’re kind of convinced that the no attachments thing just means you can’t have children and she’s tired of correcting them at this point, so she just rolls with it.

okay, maybe she actually does think the bartender at 79’s is cute, but don’t say anything!!!

[camp-ichor]

"Out of sight, out of mind."

Welcome to Camp Ichor, demigods of Greece! (So sorry if this looks awful, it was made on dark mode!)

Main Poster:

@hallowsy Hallowsy (she/her) Other Poster/s:

@tealeafsworld Taylen/Tea (they/them) Dividers: @saradika-graphics

Camp Ichor is a personal W.I.P designed to be an alternative to Camp Halfblood and Camp Jupiter, based near Valtetsi, Arcadia. I personally (Hallowsy) am not the biggest fan of the Riordanverse. I like the concept of demigods in a camp, going on quests and fighting monsters, but I feel like the gods (and some of the characters themselves) are not as good (nor as accurate) as they could be. Therefore, I was inspired to create an alternative camp- Camp Ichor (originally named Camp Daybreak!). Obviously, this wont be perfect. This blog is not run by Greek people, nor adult historians. We'll try our best, however, to support anyone interacting with this blog.

Of course, there will be differences in the gods (and the demigods!) in this camp. Hence why we put this in Greece and not in America or Britain or elsewhere- but these differences will be explained next.

Demigods (currently) will be mostly from Greece. You don't have to be Greek yourself if you want to make a character for this (very much allowed!), but this is to solve the problem with ambrosia that will be explained next. (If anyone thinks of any other solutions, feel free to suggest!)

Demigods of Camp Ichor can't eat ambrosia under any circumstances. This change is in order to be closer to the myths- ambrosia will turn them into gods, so it's heavily regulated and will not be used for medical reasons.

There's a team of staff, including the two main directors.

There's a visitation centre for the parents of the demigods (or any gods visiting camp, for some reason or another) to come through. Saturday and Sunday are visitation days.

There are cabins for the followers (like Artemis' hunters) for each god, but they are separate from the demigod's cabins.

There are certain gods who have children in the Riordanverse who will not here. No children of Hades, but one or two children of Persephone may be allowed. No children of Athena or Hestia, but there will be a cabin for their adopted children. Artemis wouldn't have children either, but as the (self-indulgent) creator of this new camp, children of Artemis and Callisto are allowed!

As the last point implies, the demigod's parents can be any gender. This sticks to the idea that, since the gods are gods, they don't need to have male/female pairings for children.

There are lessons (schooling) in Camp Ichor as well as team activities (e.g. sailing, orienteering, rock climbing).

Demigods under seven have access to the nursery (essentially, day care) and have the option to sleep there instead of the cabins.

Unclaimed demigods have a separate cabin so that they don't take up the cabin space of other demigods.

Monsters are (mostly) not an issue. The high mountains around the camp act as a natural defence, and not many know about the camp before being invited. Therefore, it is safe enough to have visitation and a car park.

If you have any questions about Camp Ichor, feel free to send an ask! We don't expect many people (if any) to interact with this blog, but we will be happy to answer.

We apologise for the long post, but we may make a lore post later :) Any mythology fans are free to interact! Including fans of mythology-inspired musicals or mythology-inspired books. Just because we personally don't enjoy the series doesn't mean you cant talk to us :)

[elyxirshifting]

Hunger Games DR

Basically in this DR I'm gonna be the youngest victor of the Hunger Games ever (at age 12, I decided this to purely one up Finnick, I am that petty), obvious warnings for death being mentioned and mentions of basically any topics mentioned in the books as I'm shifting to a book accurate version of the universe.

Basic information

Name: Elyxir Callisto Fay (Ely, Elyx)

Birthday: 09/17/59 (for context the first year of the hunger games is year 1, this is a result of me being lazy as shit and not wanting to work out an appropriate time in the future, so using our time it's probably along the lines of 09/17/2359 or something)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Pronouns: They/she

Age when I first shift: 9 (yes there is a reason)

Home District: District 1

Faceclaim: I look mostly like myself in this reality except my hair is a touch lighter and is longer and slightly wavy plus blue eyes

Important people in my DR (friends, family, mentors):

Family: [Mother’s Name]

Citrine Fay

[Mother’s Age]

44

[Mother’s Occupation]

Perfumer

[Father’s Name]

Brilliance Fay

[Father’s Age]

44

[Father’s Occupation]

Craftsperson

[Sister’s Name]

Gallica Fay (Alli)

[Sister’s Age]

15

[Brother’s Name]

Luncan Fay (Lun)

[Brother’s Age]

14

[Brother’s Name]

Secret Fay (Ret)

[Brother’s Age]

13

[Sister’s Name]

Selenite Fay (Leni)

[Sister’s Age]

12

[Sister’s Name]

Macaroon Fay (Carrie)

[Sister’s Age]

11

[Brother’s Name]

Velvet Fay (Vel)

[Brother’s Age]

10

[Sister’s Name]

Vivid Fay (Vivi)

[Sister’s Age]

10

All of my siblings also attend the training academy

Friends: Glimmer, her birthday is 7/27/58 (I don't have an image to show what she looks like in my mind as I'm going for how I imagined her in the books cause I thought she'd be cool and I'm super gay, she doens't die in her games either, cause she's the solo winner cause I decided Peeta will win the 73rd and then the 75th quell twist is the same but cause of rules Katniss ends up in the 75th but I have her role as mockingjay)

I also befriend Johanna and Finnick after my games, again going for book accuracy, I don't have the energy to search for a picture

Mentors:

Cashmere and Gloss. They're Glimmer's cousins in my DR, Cashmere won her games at 15 and Gloss won his at 16. I actually found pictures that more or less look like I pictured them so that's good.

My games:

My games are the 72nd Hunger Games, the other tributes in the game are as followed

Prince, 17, D1

Calista, 17, D2

Orion, 18, D2

Chip, 15, D3

Dell, 16, D3

Brooke, 15, D4

Dylan, 17, D4

Lunar, 16, D5

Dean, 15, D5

Elaine, 13, D6

Aaron, 12, D6

Hazel, 18, D7

Jude, 13, D7

Camisole, 16, D8

Sterling, 14, D8

Adalina, 15, D9

Herman, 18, D9

Bessie, 17, D10

Kobe, 17, D10

Autumn, 18, D11

Fraser, 16, D11

Ivy, 18, D12

Jett, 16, D12

I won't write every small detail of my games as there's a lot but I'll add some pictures that'll look like parts of the arena

The arena is like a magical otherworld, there are unicorns in the arena, they attack anyone that appears to be a threat to them, so typically older tributes.

Before all of that though, basically I tested into the academy early and so I'd been at the academy since I was like 5 so I was already planning to volunteer that year but it turns out Glimmer was reaped so I had an even better reason which helped play into my character I put on for the games, confident that I'll do really well for someone my age not that I'd necessarily win but that I'd be able to hold my own, someone that would do anything to protect people she cares about, capitol audiences really loved that.

Glimmer and I are the district 1 tributes that get sent into the Quater Quell, they change the rules even further to allow for two previous victors of the same gender to be chosen for the quell.

I'll probably add more stuff to this anyway

[crypticcodexcreations]

Character Theme/Intro Songs

I was tagged by @writingently to share the songs that would play when my OCs enter a scene! Since only William has shown up so far in Only Human, I'm only going to do him from that WIP, but I'll also do The Stories Beneath the Stars. Which is actually going to be a lot of characters. I'm going to be nice and put this under a read more actually, and put my tags up here.

Tagging @blind-the-winds @calicojackofficial and @midnight-and-his-melodiverse

Only Human

William: Touch Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon. I actually literally came up with the original concept of Only Human by listening to a mash up of Touch Tone Telephone and Bubblegum Bitch that someone made on YouTube and yes I will share that link if anyone wants it. He popped into my mind almost exactly as is immediately. The other half? Well, went through a lot of revisions and I actually don't know if Bubblegum Bitch fully fits anymore, but hey! That's the fun part of writing with such an out there inspiration.

The Stories Beneath the Stars

Callisto: Love Like You, specifically Caleb Hyles' cover of it. This one is a little harder to explain, and really, specifically more of his inner thoughts than anything. This one really reflects how he feels about himself. He's got an image and way of being that he so desperately wants, but he doesn't feel like he can actually reach that goal. Bellamy: Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes. Bellamy is just the kind of person who loves and loves some more, and even if they get hurt in the process, they're not going to stop being open to loving others. They're just that kind of person, you know? Milian: Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffet. Listen. This poor middle aged dwarf just wants to be sure he can retire. He dreams of just finding a nice home to put his feet up. He's willing to do the work first, and adopt these youngins along the way, but he just wants to relax. And @crowsnest-creations was an enabler for me to make his playlist Like That. Crag: Rats by Ghost. I don't have a good excuse for this one. She's an anthropomorphized rat lady and a barbarian ready to smash some teeth in. So she gets the song called rats that's based on the black plague. Clotilde: Live to Fight Another Day by The Cog is Dead. Honestly, the title of the song is kind of her motto. She's been through a lot, but she absolutely refuses to do anything but keep on living. Fate: A Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay. Honestly, I don't really have a good reason for this one other than the fact that they're a cleric to the god of the stars, and that's the only thing they remember about their life, being an amnesiac. Garvan: This man dragon has been so hard to make a playlist for that picking one song for him is just impossible. I don't want to leave him out, but I can not actually justify any song. I think the closest I could get is Mama by My Chemical Romance, but the vibes just aren't right enough. Aeronwen: Godhunter by Aviators. It could be argued that this is the theme song of the entire WIP, which it is, but I feel like Aeronwen embodies it the best. She doesn't care what it takes, she's determined to be a force for justice in her world. And if that means going to the edges of the continent in search of the source of her world's troubles, she'll do it. Narcisa Cindergrip: Play With Fire by Sam Tinnesz. Narcisa is someone who's always metaphorically liked to play with fire, diving into the magically dangerous. On top of that, her family is named for the unique fire magic they wield.

[reolf]

Welcome back to my history challenge!

It is 1462.

Deryk and Callisto prepare for the birth of their first child. Deryk makes sure the finances keep coming in.

Soon their baby is born, a son named Arlo.

He is very much a copy of his mother.

Not so much later, Indigo gives birth to twins: Diego and Celia. Indigo knows she cannot raise these children as her own and brings them to her sister.

She leaves with pain in her heart. But she knows it’s the only way. Cornelius has already let her know he is not interested in the children.

Callisto suddenly has three infants at home and is scared. Her husband Deryk loves the new little ones.

Callisto tries to tell him that raising these two under their roof won’t be good for their family in the future. They cannot pretend these children are theirs. Deryk doesn’t agree, but he understands where she is coming from. She is scared of suddenly caring for three young babies. So they agree it would be better if the children are raised by their grandmother, Myllena and her live in maid, Charlotte Carbajal, the twin sister of Cornelius and thus their aunt.

Callisto knows she made a selfish decision. She feels guilty but holding her own baby , she knows she made the right decision. The twins didn’t look so much like her own child. How could anyone believe them to be hers?

In the meantime, Myrtle the cat gets pregnant.

[thenukacolachallenge]

OC Bio: Corona Nova

art by @negativesd09​!

TRIGGER WARNING FOR CHILD ABUSE, CSA, AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE IN A RELATIONSHIP, as well as series-typical violence!!!!

Full Name: Corona Nova

Alias(es): Siren(codename, work-related), Cora(nickname from friends), Coco(nickname from family and very close friends)

Age: 29

Place of Birth: California, US, Earthrealm

Birthday: November 14th

Species/Race: Earthrealmer, Caucasian

Languages: Greek(ancient dialect), English

Occupation: Head of Specialty Team at Tanaka Industries

Orientation/Sexuality: Cishet woman

Body Build: Dancerly/athletic

Height: 5′3″

Weight: 115lbs

Skin Color: Porcelain

Hair Style: Curly, waist-length

Hair Color: Silvery-white

Eye Color: Light brown

Body Modifications: Earlobe piercings

Preferred Clothing: Alternative, pastel goth, oversized comfortable sweaters and sweatpants. Her most common “look” is a black tank top with an open-button flannel shirt over it, and jeans with lots of holes and fishnets underneath.

Abilities: Shadow/darkness powers(come from a deity of vengeance named Zatounin, who is fused with Coco’s soul). Can grow wings, claws, and fangs; can also fully transform her body into his form for short periods of time. Can also teleport small distances.

Field of expertise: Stealth missions, offensive capabilities

Affiliations: Tanaka Industries(OC-owned company), Black Dragon(former)

Biography: Coco was born in the forests of Northern California to Orion and Celeste Nova. The couple were refugees from a small island in the Mediterranean Sea, hidden away by powerful magic. The island was called Andromede by its inhabitants, which were an offshoot of the cult that bred powerful warriors for the gods(the same cult that the Cage family’s ancestors were from). Instead of continuing the cult’s tradition of breeding and training powerful warriors for the Elder Gods, the small sect of the cult left said cult to worship a specific pantheon of deities, and were blessed by these gods, who gave them powers directly. The power was given through a direct ritual where the god was “drawn down” into the person’s body, briefly merging with their soul and imparting the power of their choice. Because of how dangerous this could be, this ritual was only done on those whose souls could withstand the merger, and therefore wasn’t done on anyone younger than the age of fifteen.

While Celeste was still pregnant with Cora, Shang Tsung and his forces assaulted the island, determined to take the Gods’ powers for his own. However, these powers did not extend to Shang Tsung as he took his first soul of Andromede’s people; in retaliation, he razed the island to the ground in anger. Celeste and Orion were one of a small handful who managed to escape, and they made their way to America after doing so.

Corona had a brief amount of time with both of her parents, learning how to live off the land and defend herself as well as learning her culture at a very young age, but sadly Orion passed protecting the family from bandits when Celeste was still pregnant with Callisto, Coco’s younger sister. Celeste passed when Calli was only a few years old, sending both the girls to a nearby orphanage. Before her passing, Celeste asked Coco to take good care of her younger sister, to keep her safe and give her a chance at a normal life, whatever that may be.

Cora and Calli spent a few years together at the orphanage, keeping away from the other children for the most part, since they were teased a lot for their naturally light hair and lack of knowledge of modern ways of life. However, when Corona was eleven and Calli was eight, a family decided to adopt the two. Coco could tell quite quickly this was not a beneficial arrangement, and managed to convince the family that Calli was not “worth” adopting, lying and saying that the girl was more trouble than she was worth. This deception broke Cora’s heart to do and absolutely devastated the soft-hearted Calli, but it worked; the family decided to adopt Corona alone, and the two were separated for the first time in their lives.

(TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTIONS OF CHILD ABUSE AND CSA IN THE NEXT TWO PARAGRAPHS! PLEASE BE MINDFUL IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY SUCH THINGS!!!!)

The family that adopted Coco was the same family that adopted Izumi Tanaka after the housefire that killed her parents(that she caused, though nobody knew this). The father of the family was one of the members of Tanaka Industries board of representatives, Izumi’s family-owned company. The man was wicked and abusive, putting both of the girls through terrible abuses of many kinds. He had a particular type of abuse he enjoyed inflicting on Cora: he would starve her for days at a time, and when she was finally fed food, it would be unsuitable for eating(moldy, cleaning supplied added into the food etc). This would give her a lifelong trauma related to food.

One night after particularly harrowing abuse in which Izumi was sexually assaulted and Corona was being tortured via drowning(her face being pushed into a sink of water and held there), while her head was underwater, she prayed to her family’s gods for anyone to help save her and help her destroy the terrible man responsible for these deeds. She did not expect any answer, but her prayers were answered by a god of vengeance by the name of Zatounin. He merged with her soul, although she was not nearly old enough to safely do so, and took over her body while she was blacked out, violently murdering the man and the rest of the family(minus Izumi, who was merely a victim), who knew the abuse was happening, but did nothing to stop it.

When Coco came to, she awoke to blood around her and was terrified. Zatounin and Izumi herself managed to calm her down, with Izumi explaining she was already planning to murder the family, but with Cora’s actions having saved her the trouble. She stole some money from the family safe and gave it to Corona, telling her to run away and hide, explaining she would make up a story that a random assailant committed the murders and kidnapped Cora, to protect her. She also made a promise to the other girl, that once she was old enough, she would be in charge of her family’s company, and she would make sure that Coco would never want for anything again.

Coco left that night, and found that because of Zatounin’s interference before she was old enough to properly merge souls, his soul was now fused to hers. He would be with her forever now, until her dying breath, as her protector. She made her way back to the orphanage that she was sold from, and found that Calli was still there, being protected by another child: a quiet boy by the name of Sascha. She decided that Calli was safer there than on the run, on the streets with her, and so she spent the next few years homeless, becoming a thief and working odd jobs to survive.

When Cora was fifteen, she found that she was making enough money with multiple jobs(and fake IDs claiming her to be older than she was) to get a place of her own. In the dead of night, she came back to the orphanage for her sister, and they tearfully made up and reunited, with Calli leaving the orphanage to live with Corona, and Sascha coming as well. The trio lived a quiet life for many years, with Sascha and Coco working multiple jobs to keep food on the table to provide some sense of a normal life for Callisto, who attended school like a normal girl her age. During this time, Calli was able to perform the Drawing Down ritual at the correct time, receiving powers from a Goddess of protection by the name of Ahksana.

When Cora was nineteen years old, Izumi managed to find the girl, having become the CEO of her family’s company and ready to finally fulfill her promise. Coco began to work directly under Izumi, while still living with Calli until it was time for her to go off to college(which was all paid for by Izzy). She and Sascha became the heads of what Izumi called her Specialty Team, a group of assassins and “fixers” that weren’t known to the public at large but helped Izzy with sensitive missions to continue to gain power, money, and influence. Corona’s darkness powers were especially helpful for these missions, allowing her to quickly and stealthily neutralize her targets, though she did not and would not kill unless it was strictly necessary. She took the codename Siren, for her love of singing and her tendency to hum or sing constantly while working(she just genuinely likes to sing AND it freaks people out! win-win for her)

At one point, in Izzy and Coco’s early 20s, the CEO struck a private deal with the Black Dragon to take out an arms dealer that both companies were unhappy with. Cora was forced to work with a pre-burn Kabal, and the two ended up warming up to each other, with both of them developing feelings for each other. However, Kano ended up double-crossing Izumi, and Siren was forced to fight the entire Black Dragon trio on her own to prevent them from leaving Tanaka Industries with blueprints Kano had stolen. She managed to defeat Erron Black and Kabal(unhappily), but lost to Kano, with him tricking her into thinking she had won, and then surprise stabbing her when she approached him to retrieve the stolen documents. They were able to escape, and Corona was left with a large scar under her collarbone for her efforts.

When Coco was in her mid-twenties, she was able to take time off for her and Callisto to make a return to their ancestral home of Andromede. The two were shocked to discover there was still a small community there, lead by the lone remaining Elder of the village, a woman by the name of Astrid Rigel. Calli left a day before Cora did due to college obligations, and therefore did not meet Astrid’s adoptive son, a man by the name of Aten Vela. Corona and Aten connected quite quickly, and started a relationship soon after, with both promising to help restore Andromede to its former glory.

However, this was all deception on Aten’s part. The young man was secretly hoping to restore Andromede for his own selfish purposes, to become its ruler and eventually take over Shang Tsung’s mantle and power. He was also quite manipulative and emotionally abusive to Coco, forcing her to keep their relationship secret from everyone, including her family, and cheating on her almost the entire relationship. She found out about eight months into the relationship and it quickly dissolved, after catching Aten cheating and him gloating about how easy she was to manipulate. She snapped, beating the absolute snot out of him, with Zatounin eventually taking over and preparing to kill the man. Cora had to actively fight Zatounin’s control so he wouldn’t do so. She returned to Tanaka Industries, defeated and despondent.

A few months later, her friend Saiyaka took her and another friend by the name of Cash Black aside and told them something shocking: Siren’s ex, Aten Vela(under the codename Charon), was the one who had shot Cash twice in the head, nearly killing her. The three of them realized that he had to be stopped lest he actually kill innocent people, and in order to do so, Cash and Coco would have to temporarily stay at the Black Dragon headquarters. Because of this, Cora would gain the opportunity to reconnect with her old flame, a post-burn Kabal, as well as challenge Kano to a fair(er) fight, to restore her lost honor.

Personality: Corona is a very closed-off individual due to her rocky upringing. She is very wary of strangers, choosing to not speak often in front of them, as well as wearing a face mask around them. She comes across as rude, grumpy and uncaring because of this, but that is more of her walls, than the real her. Once Coco gets to know someone, she is very kind, always wanting to help them and take care of them in whatever way she can. She is also a very active person, loving to sing and dance, as well as enjoying things like yoga and roller derby, though she doesn’t have time for the latter as much as she’d like. She tends to be quite emotional as well, angering easily and being prone to crying at the drop of the hat. For all her barriers to keep others out, she’s also a terrible liar and unable to hide her true emotions.

Tropes:

Be Careful What You Wish For: For the longest time, Coco dreamed of returning to Andromede, falling in love with someone there, and rebuilding her ancestral homeland. Her time with Aten and Astrid showed her that was largely a pipe dream.

Beneath the Mask: It takes Coco a while to get used to people she doesn’t know, and she puts on a decent front of pretending to not care about others on the surface. Once someone gets past that, it quickly becomes obvious that she’s a kind and caring individual, even though she has an odd way of showing it at times.

Bad Liar: Sucks ass at lying. Becomes very obviously uncomfortable when trying to do so. Especially clear when she’s trying to lie about her feelings for others(namely Kabal), as her face turns bright red and she attempts to “hide” behind her wild mass of curls.

Bad Powers, Good People: Coco is skilled at hand-to-hand combat all on her own, but the majority of her strength comes with being fused with a god of vengeance. This manifests in shadow/darkness powers. Despite all that and Coco’s icy exterior, she is committed to doing right by people where she can, and showing kindness to others who need it.

Berserk Button: Do NOT threaten her little sister if you feel like keeping all your limbs. Threatening Sascha and Izzy will enrage her as well, but Calli is her number one Berserk Button.

Dark and Troubled Past: She went through absolute hell as a child, and much of her teens and young adulthood was spent making sure Callisto didn’t have to go through similar things, and could live a normal life.

Defrosting Ice Queen: If you’re not a shitty person, and you spend enough time around her, you’ll witness this in real time.

Doomed Hometown: Coco’s ancestral hometown of Andromede is destroyed by Shang Tsung prior to her birth. She grows up with a dream to return and bring the town back to its former glory, but her time with Aten crushes that dream, and speaking further with Astrid(the remaining town Elder) confirms that there just aren’t enough of their people for this to ever truly happen.

Elective Mute: Chooses to speak as little as possible around people she’s unfamiliar with. This is largely for two reasons: 1), as a way to protect her family, specifically Callisto(the less she speaks the less she can accidentally let slip she has a little sister that can be used against her), and 2) as a means of intimidation toward others. Is actually quite the chatterbox once one gets to know her.

Hurting Hero: Coco is the type of person to do the right thing simply because it is the right thing to do. She and Izzy frequently butt heads about this, and it results in Siren not running certain missions for Izzy because they are not morally on the up-and-up. She is also an angst factory.

I Just Want To Be Normal: She never wanted to have her soul fused with an ancient vengeance deity, nor go through all she went through. As much as she loves her younger sister, she is more than a little jealous that Calli had a chance at living a normal life than she did(especially when Calli becomes an Earthrealm defender, which Coco initially sees as throwing that life away).

Love Martyr: During her and Aten’s relationship. She tries her hardest to show him that being kind is its own reward. He returns the favor by completely breaking her heart and ruining her trust in others even further.

Pintsized Powerhouse: Coco stands at a very short 5′3″. She was also able to take out 2/3rds of the Black Dragon trio on her own, and might have taken out all three of them if Kano had played fair.

Terror Hero: She absolutely leans into her darkness powers and stony personality to scare her enemies and break down their defenses. If she can defeat a foe through scaring the shit out of them, as opposed to having to kill them, she will happily do so. Unless they’re a threat to others, of course, but she doesn’t like to kill regardless.

The Cowl: Spent her homeless years as this, defending innocent people with Zatounin’s powers and teleporting away before anyone could spot her.

Knight In Sour Armor: Coco is very prone to cynicism and constantly seeing the negative in any situation. Despite all that, she still always strives to do what’s most beneficial and “morally right” for everyone, specifically because it is the right thing to do. When she and Kabal finally get together, most of their disputes come from her disapproving of his more callous behavior as a mercenary.

People of Hair Color: Everyone from the island of Andromede sports silvery-white hair, Coco included.

Secret Relationship: First with Aten, as he didn’t want her to tell anyone(specifically so it’d be easier to manipulate and abuse her). Then again with Kabal, though this was agreed upon by both of them, and only extends to those they work with, specifically to keep Kano from using that information against them.

Racial Remnant: Not “racial” per se, as the people of Andromede are made of many races, but it still partially fits. Coco is the daughter of refugees, and didn’t get to visit her homeland of Andromede until her mid-twenties. By the time she’s able to return, there’s only a small fraction of people left, with those left unable to really repopulate their ancestral homeland. It leaves her with a bittersweet feeling, after decades of dreaming about a place where she might finally belong.

Vengeance Feels Empty: Coco eventually helps Cash enact her vengeance on Aten, and keeps him from hurting any more people. It doesn’t make her feel better at all about what happened between them, and being an accessory and witness to his death genuinely distresses her.

When She Smiles: She doesn’t smile often, and when she does, she usually covers her mouth with her hand to hide it. Kabal really wishes she wouldn’t, as he’s seen her real smile before and it’s one of his favorite things.

[malfoymanortings]

somebody else PT 2

SUMMARY: Mae has been in love with Draco Malfoy since her first year at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy fell in love with Mae in their fourth year, and then promptly fell into Pansy’s bed instead. All the while, Mae clings to the hope that Draco will change. That is, until, Ron Weasley takes his chance.

PAIRINGS: toxic!Draco x OC, Ron x OC, Ginny x Luna

im not sure that I like how this turned out, but hopefully you all enjoy it! I was very surprised I got so much positive feedback on that little one shot i posted. thank you all for the love! 

also, let me know if you want to be on the taglist for the next part. 

Perhaps it was her conversation with Ginny the previous night, or perhaps it was because she felt so hollow inside, but Mae resolved herself on confronting Draco. Of course, he didn’t make things easy for her. He never did.

“Pansy and Draco are sitting awfully close, aren’t they?” Blaise said conversationally, taking a sip of his morning coffee. Full of cream, three sugars. As always.

Mae eyed Draco and Pansy warily, noting the way Pansy laughed into Draco, her hand seeming to move onto his leg although it was hidden from the table. “They’re just friends.”

“Rubbish,” scoffed Blaise harshly, stabbing an egg. “You’re much smarter than that, love.”

Pansy took that moment to brush Draco’s hair out of his face, and something broke inside Mae as Draco caught her hand in his own, bringing her knuckles to his lips and ghosting a kiss across them.

“It’s none of your business though, innit?” snapped Mae, slamming her glass of pumpkin juice down so harshly it brought the attention of the entire half of their table, including Draco and Pansy. “If Draco wants to fuck a slut, let him.”

Blaise choked on his eggs, slamming a fist into his chest as he attempted to swallow. Draco tilted his head, a sneer on his face, while Pansy began hurling insults at Mae. 

“Perhaps if you weren’t a filthy half-blood, Draco would be more interested. He wants a real woman.” Pansy declared wickedly, her lips lifted up in a snarl.

“A real woman with real STDs, hm?” retorted Mae, standing up from the table. “Everyone knows you fucked Theodore Nott last week, and he had to go to Madam Pomfrey from whatever you gave him!”

The part about Pansy fucking Theodore Nott was true, although the STD part was not. But Mae was so angry, so fed up with how the both of them were treating her, that she couldn’t contain it anymore. At this point, most of the Great Hall had caught sight of what was happening, although the teachers at least pretended to be oblivious. She caught sight of Ginny grinning at her encouragingly.

“I’m going to be honest with you, because no one else will,” Draco said the words slowly, casually, as though he were speaking of the weather. “Anyone who says they’re interested in you, beyond just fucking you, is a liar.”

Mae felt her cheeks burn, as the Slytherin table began laughing and oohing under their breath, and she rushed out of the Great Hall. She heard footsteps behind her, but she ignored them, until someone tugged harshly on her arm, the rings on his fingers alerting her to who it was.

“Why?” demanded Mae, turning around with unshed tears. An amused Draco stood in front of her, looming over her. “Why do you do this to me?”

Perhaps the question caught him off guard, because Draco replied with “I don’t know.”

Mae let out a strangled sob, wiping her hands harshly down her face. “I just want to be the one you love.”

“Oh darling,” Draco said the words softly, reaching out to caress her cheek. Mae closed her eyes for a moment, and she could pretend everything was fine. “I’ll never love you.”

With those words, Draco shoved her jaw harshly, causing a loud popping noise to sound as pain reverberated through the lower half of her face.

“I’m breaking up with you.” Mae said the words first, opening her eyes to see Draco actually looking.. Hurt, by her words.

“Took you long enough.” 

Mae looked to see Ginny heading her way, her hand intertwined with Luna’s, with the Golden trio, Pansy, and Blaise following close behind.

“We would have never made it anyways.” Draco responded quietly, and Mae felt a bit vindicated to see that he appeared to feel at least partially upset.

“That’s your fault.” her voice shook, but Mae said the words passionately.

“How?” he had the nerve to sound incredulous, and Mae balled up her fists as tears of anger came to her eyes.

“You always cheated on me with Pansy! You treated me like I was your pet, like you could keep fucking around without any care for my feelings!” the words she had been keeping in for so long burst out, and she felt a rush of vindication that she finally got to say them aloud.

Draco scoffed, and any hope of him apologizing or fighting for her went out the window. “You really think I give a shit about you? It’s your loss, Callisto.” he sneered her last name, looking over his shoulder to see the others approaching them.

Mae’s eyes hardened, hatred growing as Pansy ran pathetically over to Draco. “Your whore’s here.”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Sorry you don’t know how to keep a man.”

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be Callisto,” Draco drawled out, slinging an arm over Pansy. “Nobody likes a slut that doesn’t understand when her time is up.”

“What did you just say?” Ron Weasley was the last person Mae expected to speak to Draco after he said those words.

Draco scoffed. “You heard me, Weas-”

Before Draco could get the full word out, Ron’s fist collided with Draco’s delicate features. Mae’s eyes widened as Ron wound his fist back once more, knocking Draco flat on his back. Pansy started screaming, and Blaise started laughing.

“Blaise, help him!” Pansy shrieked, slapping a hand to her mouth in horror.

Blaise sighed, rolling his eyes. He gave Mae a quick look, (perhaps in an apology?) before he gave Ron a swift kick to his stomach. Ron stumbled backwards, falling on his bottom, and Draco lay on the ground clutching his bruised and bloody face.

Pansy promptly threw herself down onto Draco, and Blaise stood there with his arms crossed as though he were just waiting for the show to be over. Mae, on the other hand, had nothing left to say to Draco, and turned her attention to Ron, who had just gotten off the floor with the help of Harry. 

“Thank you,” the words were quiet, but sincere. Ron nodded to her, his eyes not wavering from hers.

“He’s not worth it, yeah?” said Ron, shaking his bruised knuckles. “He never deserved you.’

Mae, suddenly flooded with emotion, just shook her head, and with tears burning in her eyes, she left the scene behind her.

--=--

The hardest thing was seeing Draco be so openly affectionate with Pansy. It broke her, each time she entered the common room to see her sitting on his lap. Getting a kiss on the cheek. A hug. A tender embrace. It burned like hell.

So, she began spending less time in the common room. She began joining Luna and Ginny on their outings, normally in the astronomy tower, and at some point, the Golden Trio started joining them. It became a routine, the six of them hanging out in either the tower or the library, if Hermione got her way. 

On the bright side, her grades had never been better. 

A month after the incident with Draco, Mae found herself feeling the wound particularly harshly. She paced outside the Gryffindor common room, hoping to find Ginny coming out of the portrait hole. Instead, she got Ron Weasley, who didn’t seem all too surprised to find her out there.

“You alright?” Ron asked awkwardly, halfway in the doorframe and halfway out.

Mae shook her head silently, her chest aching. “Not really.”

“How ‘bout we take a way, yeah?” suggested Ron, stepping out of the portrait hole. It swung shut loudly behind him.

Mae shrugged her shoulders, and together they walked in silence. They had no clear destination in mind, and Mae found she felt slightly better having his company around her. Ron, she had found, had a fairly dry sense of humor and it was ever so easy to laugh around him. Sometimes, the others didn’t quite understand the joke, but Mae always did. His humor was similar to hers, if she could just find it again.

“I always wondered,” Ron broke their silence, stopping to sit on a ledge overlooking the black lake. “If the squid really existed.”

“Oh, it does,” Mae assured Ron, hopping up on the opposite side of the stone ledge, wrapping her robe tightly around herself. “Sometimes in the common room, we get to see it swim by.”

Ron’s eyes flashed with admiration. “Wicked.”

“I suppose it might be a bit more exciting than overlooking the grounds,” Mae said the words pretentiously, sniffing as she hid a grin from Ron. “We get to see the inside of the black lake, while you boring Gryffindors just get landscape.”

“At least during winter we haven’t got to sleep under ten blankets just to get by,” protested Ron, bringing a hand up to brush his hair out of his face. “Then again, you might just have an iron deficiency.”

Mae’s eyes widened. “That’s a big word for Ronald Weasley.”

“Hermione mentioned it!” defended Ron, moving his hands as he spoke. “She’s the one who suggested you go to Madam Pomfrey for it! You’re always freezing!”

“It’s a perk of being damaged goods, I suppose.” Mae said the words without much thought, as she had gotten distracted by Ron’s rather large hands moving around.

Ron went still, and he gave Mae a confused look. “Damaged goods?”

Mae’s feelings of inadequacy came back, and she felt the stinging of tears hit her eyes. She tried to play it off, giving a weak laugh. “Well, yeah, what else would you call me?”

“Beautiful,” the word rolled off Ron’s tongue rather quickly, as though he hadn't had to think about it at all. 

Tears slipped out of her eyes as Mae processed his words. How could anyone think she was beautiful? Couldn’t he see how damaged she was? Draco had used her up and thrown her out, and no one else would ever want his seconds. He had told her that many times.

“Don’t,” the words came out wet and wobbly. “Don’t lie to me.”

Ron was rarely serious, but he completely focused on her as he reached out to grab her hand in his large one. “Mae, why would I lie about that?”

The tears came freely now, and she could feel a sob building up in her chest. “Ronald Weasley, don’t you dare sit there and lie to me! Don’t fucking sit there, and tell me I’m beautiful, because I’m not. I’m used up and I’m damaged, I will never be anything beyond that!”

Before she could protest, Ron had pulled her into a hug, engulfing her small frame in his large one. Mae had forgotten what it was like to be embraced like this, and she buried her head into Ron’s wide chest as she cried. In the back of her mind, she understood that was likely having a panic attack. 

“Calm down Mae,” Ron held her close, caressing her hair. “You’ll be alright.”

They sat like that, until Mae’s cries subsided and she took a shaky breath, pulling out of Ron’s embrace. She was suddenly embarrassed that she had overreacted as she did, and a blush stained her wet cheeks.

“‘M sorry about that,” mumbled Mae, wiping her cheeks roughly. “I didn’t mean to make you all soggy.”

Ron laughed at that. “Why would I complain, a beautiful girl cried on me today. Sounds like a win to me!”

Mae hit Ron on his arm for that, a small laugh coming out of her as well. If anything, Ron Weasley knew how to switch the mood. “Don’t be a prat, Weasley.”

Ron’s eyes crinkled in the corners as he tossed his head back in a loud bout of laughter, and Mae found herself staring at his full lips. Really, how had she not noticed how perfectly shaped Ron’s lips were before? And Merlin, how were his teeth so straight and white?

As quickly as she began admiring Ron Weasley, images of silver hair and grey eyes flashed through her mind, and she shut her eyes and swallowed hard. There would never be Draco and Mae, that much was clear. It did not do to dwell on things that would never change.

“Imagine leaving me for a Weasley.”

Mae’s stomach dropped as she saw Draco swaggering towards her and Ron, Blaise close behind him. She hated how she still got butterflies as he eyed her appraisingly, before sneering at Ron.

“Shut it, Malfoy.” snapped Ron, his ears growing pink as he dug in his robes for his wand.

“Oh,” whistled Draco, drawing out the vowel. “Weaselbee is going to show off how big of a man he is. Trust me, Weasel, been there, done that. I’m the best she’ll ever have had.”

“Tell me Malfoy, you ever been hexed so hard you had to fight for your life?” snarled Ron, standing before the silver haired boy and brandishing his wand.

Mae quickly got down from the stone ledge, standing in between Draco and Ron, placing a hand on both of their chests. “Both of you, stop it!”

Ron’s jaw clenched, and he didn’t lower his wand. Draco smirked at the sight of her hand on his chest, his eyes flicking down at it before backup to look her in the eyes. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” Mae said the words firmly, glaring at Draco. “We aren’t together anymore. Stop acting like this.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t fight little Weaselbee.” drawled Draco, flexing his fingers on his wand. “I still had you first.”

“And I fucking left you!” shouted Mae, shoving Draco back from her and Ron. “Get that through your thick skull, and go back to Pansy. The bitch you always cheated on me with!”

“You said you loved me.” Draco said the words softly, bitterly, so quickly that Mae almost didn't catch it. 

For a moment, it felt as though it were just the two of them, Draco and Mae, just as it should have been.

Mae stepped back, away from Draco, away from Ron. Her mouth twitched, her eyes grew wet, and she was at a loss for words. She turned then, and hurried out of the courtyard.

How dare he do this to her. 

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Part one

Part three

[writingsbysam]

Athena Parthenos (Love's Absence)

My tale is not the tale of Aphrodite, violence did not create me, lust did not shape me. I do not burn so bright, I do not lay with anyone as she does. Listing Aphrodite’s conquest could take millennia. I am not her. I am not Love.

Nor is it the tale of Artemis, who’s sisters-in-arms keep her warm at night. Wilderness did not raise me. I am not the giver of life, but the reaper of it. They say she had Atalanta in her grip, loved Callisto, snatched Iphigenia from the sacrificial altar, forced Hippolytus back to life and held Orion as he died. Even the coldest huntress could love.

I am born not from love nor passion, so I can conceive neither. Bursting forth from the head of Zeus, armor clad and spear in hand, born from fear and prophecy.

I’ve tried to stop this concretion of my heart. I tried once, when I was still young, on the shores of Lake Tritonis. Her name was Pallas. A nymph daughter of Triton. We grew up together, on the shores of the lake.

“Come on, Athana Potnia!” She gestured out into the lake, the sea glass waters matching the colour of her eyes.

“Must you call me that, Pallas?” I sighed out.

“Your father would smite me if I called you anything else. Does it look like I want to get smited?” she joked.

“It’s smote, and he wouldn’t smite you, though I will if you keep calling me that,” I groaned at her insistence on titles.

“Komawenteia, perhaps?” she laughed aloud. Her bronze hair flowed over her waist and out into the water, bathing after the latest spar. My dark locks were shoulder length and oh so dull in comparison.

“I believe that title should’ve gone to you instead, 'Long haired goddess',” I jested.

“Not a goddess, unfortunately, ‘thena”, she threw water at my face. I waited for a beat, if only for dramatic effect.

“See? He didn’t smite you. And you’re effectively immortal, Pallas, need I remind you?”

“Effectively is the key word there,” she smiled sadly for a second before lunging towards me and pulling me into the cool clear water.

“Hey!”

We learned to fight together, bronze spears flashing in a torrent of spars. We were happy. One my father was afraid, chaos knows why, and showed her the Aegis while we were fighting. She didn’t dodge. I killed her. I held her as she dissolved to water in my hands, my tears and her becoming one and running into the lake.

Part of my heart turned to stone.

I tried again, later, in the workshops of Mount Etna. It was Hephaestus, this time. We worked on projects together, he took my corrections with barely a passing glance. I cared not for his looks but for his mind. His mind was beautiful, still is.

“Athena, you missed a spot,” He said. I tossed the shuttle back and my fingers got caught in the weft. “What’s wrong? You never have issues like this. Something on your mind?”

“There’s always something on my mind, Hephaestus,” I spit out. It just wasn’t fair for me to take out my issues on him. “It’s just, my father’s pressuring me to marry. I’m not against it, but I don’t want to marry any of the other gods. They all, well, suck I guess.” An idea popped into my mind. “Hephy, if I have to marry, will you marry me?" His face betrayed his shock,

"Athena…" he began.

"Nothing would have to change! We could still hang out here in the forge, still be just friends! And I wouldn't have to marry Ares, which is a big plus," I said.

"Still, I… I can't, Soteira. I just can't," he ran a hand over his face. It felt like losing Pallas all over again.

We worked well together. He understood my lack of emotion, and I thought I had found someone who felt the same lack. Then Aphrodite came around, and he produced her a single bronze rose, one of the ones I loved so much. My chambers are still decorated with them. Aphrodite went home with him. Part of my heart turned to stone.

I tried for the last time with Love herself, Aphrodite. When I heard of her beginnings I thought that she might understand, but she was born from violence. Violence is a sort of passion. She never struggled with passion’s absence.

We watched the stars one night, marveling at creation. We never laid together, just held each other in the cold darkness.

“Aphie, will you show me what you really look like? I don’t think I can stand to look at Pallas for any longer,” I said. A twisted look passed across her face.

“I suppose,” she relented. The vision of bronze hair and blue green eyes before me faded away. Her wavy hair was brown like the earth, eyes dark like smoky quartz, skin tanned with the kiss of summer, and the most familiar curve to her lips.

“You’re more beautiful like this,” I confessed to her, “you look like home.” We were silent for hours after that and she never put back on the glamour.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” I spoke up, hours later. She sighed and it was heartbreaking to see such a sad look on such a beautiful face,

“I am not the Fates, Athena. I cannot give you what you so desperately desire. Goodbye, Glaukopis.” She kissed my forehead and drifted into slumber. She was gone before I woke. It would be another 1,000 years before I saw her again, and she looked like Pallas.

I cried for years. I forced the rest of my heart to turn to stone.

I’m supposed to be the fearless goddess, Athena Promachos, goddess of war. My temper runs hot enough to burn creation to ashes a thousand times over. I was born from neither love nor passion, so I can conceive neither. I’m afraid of nothing, or so I’m told.

But that’s a lie,

I’m afraid that one day the stone will eat me alive.

[tsunamiscale]

Alright I’ve decided to finally share my pirate crew OC’s from a fantasy world. The basic premise is that magic has been fading over time, so even weak magic items are highly sought after and protected. Magic creatures are rare, due to an increase in hunting them and as a result they are all scattered or in hiding. Magic creatures can take on a “half” form where they appear humanoid but retain traits like wings, tails, and patches of feather/fur/scale. They can technically remain in half form forever, but it gets increasingly uncomfortable. With that covered: on to the Crew!

The crew is dedicated to 3 things: Robbing the rich, helping anyone who needs it, and protecting their own. (crew put under a read more because this gets Long)

Tsunami, the captain

water dragon

Escaped from poachers, but her wings were ruined during the attempt

Stole a ship and named it the Borealis

Hoards people, every member of the crew is protected by her

Wears a long blue coat to hide her wings and tail. and a feathered hat to try to hide her finned ears

Rarely goes on land because she wouldn’t be able to escape

Windfall, the medic

Griffin, blue jay and Puma

The forest she previously lived in was too close to civilization so she left

very gentle

Thomas (nickname sunburst)

Human, yellow hair and brown (almost gold) eyes.

A young boy found by the crew when they were on shore, when he was about 6 (currently about 19)

promptly adopted and raised by the crew

Very brave and ready to fight at any given moment, this is what happens when a dragon and some pirates raise a child

Laura (nickname Callisto)

Former barmaid in a less upstanding establishment

Decided to stow away on the Borealis, was found by the captain and offered a spot in the crew

Ships cook, but knows how to fight and is willing to if needed.

Shell, the Inventor

Mermaid, has green hair and green/white tail and fins

Lost her pod and was found by the Borealis crew

Can fight, but prefers to invent and create

Max (nickname Corvus)

Human, dark hair

A former thief trying to provide for his family. he tried to steal from the Borealis and was caught. The captain offered him a place, and he took it to escape the law.

Before leaving the captain gave his husband, wife, and daughter enough money to last them a few years.

The ship visits the town at least once a year so Max can see his daughter and partners.

Helps plan break-ins and battle strategies

Alex, fighter

Phoenix, previously a healer

Got very tired of healing sickness and injury caused by lack of care and the system as a whole and has decided to Do Something About It

Helps heal extreme injuries but otherwise prefers to fight.

First mate

Andromeda

Little baby star dragon

Rescued from the black market by the crew, it is unknown if their parents are alive

Still too young to shift

[stark-raving-madd]

“look at your little boy now, are you proud?”

It wasn’t a good day.

Then again, it hasn’t been a good day for a while. Not since…her. Not since she left.

When Charlie died, Jason felt a part of himself die along with her.

Liam’s death shook him as well, leaving him trembling and gasping for anything, anything that could give him solace for the loss of his closest friends.

Society? It moved on from their deaths, as if it never even happened. Charlie and Liam’s names stopped leaving peoples mouths mere days after they occurred. After only a few days, everyone in the district returned to routine as usual. The world continued to move.

Hell, the only mention the media even gave to them was over the intercom; “The search for the students of the Armstrong Officer’s Academy, Charlie Rivers and Liam O’Neal, has been called off. Both went missing on December 27th, on their way to the Callisto Labor Camp, and as of today, January 31st, both students have been declared deceased by the government of Junta. Both of them were gone much too soon, with their service to mankind only a few days away. We give our condolences to their families and friends. Good day.”

The voice sounded so monotone, so uncaring about these two children who died before their lives truly began.

Jason almost screamed. Willow did scream. She broke down, right in front of everyone, clinging to Jason and Riley with all of her strength, hissing at everyone who dared come near them. It took several other students to drag her off of them, towards the nurses office.

Riley looked numb. And it terrified Jason. Riley never looked like that. He always had some kind of expression on his face, whether it be one of his many masks, or that stupid shit-eating grin.

But now? He looked way too still. Then, he wordlessly moved from his seat, and followed in the direction of the nurse. Jason didn’t follow. He didn’t move an inch.

The teachers didn’t dwell on their deaths. The only semblance of remorse shown was the usual speech they gave whenever a student in their district died. Mr. Ramirez barely blinked, despite knowing Charlie and Liam since they were in diapers.

When he returned home, Jason went straight to his room, feeling like if he didn’t he would collapse on the floor in dry heaves. His eyes misted over, his lips began to quiver, until the dam finally let loose. He didn’t leave his room for the rest of the day.

Riley didn’t do much better, although to anyone who doesn’t know him, it looked like he barely cared. Mere days after their deaths, he was out and about again like usual, without even a change in routine. But anyone looked close enough, they could see the anguish in his eyes.

Willow…didn’t do much better either. For weeks, she didn’t even leave her room. Barricaded herself in, and anyone who passed by her house could hear the faint sounds of a young girl’s sobs. Liam’s death had destroyed her, leaving her a mere shell of who she once was. A husk.

Charlie's grandfather? The poor man had already lost his son so long ago. Losing his granddaughter broke him. Broke his mind just like the rest of his body.

Five years passed, Jason is now twenty-one years old and still wasn’t doing much better. He was a general now, of many other brothers and sisters in the military police and so his mind was often on other things now. He even had a new sense of pride. He was finally contributing to humanity’s development. He finally was useful to Junta (Not that he wasn’t before, but the small jobs he did as a student was nothing compared to stopping riots and such).

But he still couldn’t help but feel affected by their deaths. His appetite never fully recovered, and drinking had become a normal staple of his life. Of course, Riley was there to make sure he didn’t die of his own depression. Always there to make sure Jason didn’t push himself to the brink, to make sure he was able to get out of bed in the morning. Riley worked underneath him now, and was more older and mature, but he still acted like a rat.

Today was just like any other day. Jason woke up, checked into work, did some patrolling, gave out some orders, ate and drank with Riley, the usual. At least, it was. But when Jason decided to take a look around a roundabout on his own, separating from the rest of his patrol, his eyes met a familiar shade of honey brown eyes and a freckled face that reminded him of stars strewn about the night sky.

“Jason?” The person uttered, astonished. Her voice was familiar. She was donned in clothing unfamiliar to Jason. It dawned on him that she was wearing rebel clothing. “What-what are you doing here?!”

Jason felt his heart drop to the pits of his stomach as it dawned on him who he was staring at.

“Charlie?”

(My first time posting writing for one of my paracosms! I did struggle a bit writing this, as this isn’t my best piece of writing, but I hope you like it!)