#My Ocs: Neel

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Happy Femboy Friday!

(Or Saturday if you were too tired to post like me)

@gloomiegalaxie

Taelor is riding the ramps for this week's theme. All with his occult friends cheering them on.

All CC is NOT MINE! Ty to all CC creators!

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20, 29, and 47 for Neel Mo and Tag

20. What movie or book could they watch/read a hundred times and never get tired of?

Neel's go-to book is Small Gods and his go-to movie is Clue <3

Mo doesn't exactly have a go-to book. sometimes its hard to find in-tact readable books in the nuclear waste land, so he doesn't really bother with them much, except to take ruined ones in for recycling at the Big Mountain. he does have a copy of D.C. Journal of Internal Medicine, but thats not exactly light beach reading. he hasn't ever seen a proper movie, just those informational videos inside the vaults he comes across

I don't think Tag has ever sat still long enough to finish a book Or a movie tbh. the last movie he went to in the theaters was in 2013 and he left before the first trailer before it even finished

29. What video game would appeal to them the best?

Neel's favorite games are Stardew Valley, Fallout: New Vegas, and Grand Theft Auto 5

i dont think Mo's ever had the opportunity to play a video game? but he would like old-school arcade games like Donkey Kong and Space Invaders. maybe like those hunting arcade games where the controller is a gun?

Tag would LOVE exploding shit in Minecraft and then get bored after a few minutes. hes not really a video game guy

47. What kind of first impression do they usually make?

Neel comes across as either hard working or socially awkward, depending on where you first meet him

Mo comes across as stoic, cold, and calculating. he's the kind of guy where if you put your hand out for a handshake, he'll just stare at in intensely until you get uncomfortable

Tag comes across as erratic and dangerous, unless you meet him as one of his therapy clients, in which case he'll seem like a normal dude? maybe a little off-putting but hey he gives really good advice and in genuinely helping you. and then you'll see a guy who looks just like him on the evening news laughing manically as he guns down half of the Los Santos police force by himself?

[chaand-sitara]

A girl named Sitara, moved to a remote town, looking for peace with a mysterious little baby girl whose name was Ahilya, there, one man named Raunak Sahab took 'pity' on Sitara and let her stay.

Over the course, Raunak Sahabh was always skeptical towards Sitara, her sudden appearance from a buzzing city to a remote town, the baby and her overall 'damsel in distress' act which everyone bought but not him.

Sitara had told people how her parents had disowned her after she had became pregnant with Ahilya, the town people ate the story up and took care of her, the thing was, the little town had extremely less elidgle female women to get married to, as almost all were married off.

So people were trying to set Sitara with their sons, Sitara knew this and took this as her advantage, then an old woman named aga bai, or who was a trans woman called agastya, was caring towards Sitara because how pretty she was.

Sitara never let Ahilya get out of her sight, suddenly few men started disappearing from the town, in the course of eight weeks, or roughly around 2 and half months, there were 5 dead bodies found.

Everyone was concerned as to who was doing this, but Raunak Sahab knew it was Sitara, her random absences, constant need to take a rest when visible and signs of struggle on her arm.

One day Raunak Sahab brought the police to show Sitara was the one behind it, having proof as she had said to herself one day that she had written the whole plan in a diary and Raunak Sahab had heard her. The police couldn't find anything, but before they could leave, Aga bai shouted from behind, exclaiming that they should check Raunak Sahab's hut too!

As he had blamed an innocent young girl, making everyone slowly agree to Aga bai, the police did so, much to Raunak Sahab's dismay, and found a diary, filled with his finger prints, it was his old diary on which he tried to start a journal on but couldn't do so.

In the diary, they found all the plans regarding all the 5 dead bodies and a new one about how Sitara would be killed off, as she was being a hurdle.

The police immediately arrested Raunak Sahab, and he was brought to the station, this case interested the CBI sub head Atul Deshpande, who was a serious, clever and witty officer.

He interviewed Raunak, in which he stated how Sitara was extremely suspicious from the start, and he never murdered anyone, Atul also suspected Sitara and asked her to be brought to the CBI office.

Sitara knew she was maybe in trouble, shlo she had all her stuff packed, and took Ahilya with her to the office.

Atul then brutally interrogated Sitara, but she had a calm face throughout the whole time, he unwillingly had to let go of her, as she was leaving, she saw from behind the people of the office were running after her.

She also then quickly sprinted, running down, skipping stairs and jumping from one stair case to another, this caught the eye of one of the most skilled young CBI officers, Neelkanth Vaikunth, or as he liked to be called, Neel.

Atul saw Neel downstairs and told him to run after the girl, Sitara had left her bag and grabbed Ahilya and sprinted off into the forest.

She was too quick and Neel wasn't able to catch her. They took her bag to examine the fingerprints, but her profile wasn't visible, at all, as If Sitara was a dead woman.

Sitara had placed Ahilya in a safe place, with someone she trusted. And went to go to a bathhouse, which was actually near the office, but not too near, but Sitara knew that they won't search for her near the place she ran from

After the bath, she came out wrapped in towel and gasped when she saw Neel there, but calmed down when he got flustered and left, she then realised Neel didn't knew how she looked like.

She came in her clothes to see Neel with his CBI officers, who were their friends and one of them was his girlfriend as she was clinging onto him.

Neel then saw Sitara coming out and apologised for what he had done, thinking it was his girlfriend, Isha, who had told him to come in after she had been dressed but he had went to the room next to hers.

Sitara forgave him and smiled, Neel unknowingly stared at her smile but then then snapped out of the trance when his friend cleared his throat and he realised the girl wasn't there anymore.

Just after a while they had gotten a message from Atul saying they found Sitara, they went inside the interrogation room, to wait for Atul to bring the girl in as he had said.

Atul had actually captured Sitara, and had told her to go in the interrogation room, As he had something to bring, Sitara sneakily grabbed a glass of tea to drink as she was thirsty,and then went inside to see all of them she had met at the bath house.

Neel then smiled at her, saying she was here to send the tea? Sitara looked at him for a second and then agreed, saying the tea was for Atul, Neel's friend then said to bring some for them also.

Sitara quickly nodded and was about to leave the room but Atul came in, he was in shock to See Sitara not in cuffs! She pushed him to the ground and ran outside the office and towards the forest, Neel was surprised that it was the girl who was Sitara, so he sprinted towards her before Atul could order him.

Neel ran after her with his friends behind, she was visible but not too much, suddenly he heard a gunshot, and looked behind to see Isha had shot Sitara, Neel then bursted on Isha, for shooting a suspect Atul needed alive.

Isha then scoffed saying she wasn't important and they just needed her, their friend Ashish, calmed Neel down and told him to walk towards the body, they all three did but to their surprise, they didn't find her body!

If they had paid attention to their surroundings properly, they would have seen Aga bai carrying Sitara away from the scene and taking her away...

(something which came in my dream and I needed to write it somewhere! Plus, after posting this, I am gonna add their aesthetics! This is fun! There will be a second part but then that's all.)

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[arourii]

Most recent art piece of my OC, Neel! He sells stuff for.. sligghttlyy higher prices. this is the first time in awhile im posting my oc art on social media, enjoy the baller eel man, will probably post more OC art :P

[talesfrommedinastation]

Minor OCs of 'Far Past The Ring'

I finally get off my butt and post this!

Here's a little guide to some of the OCs that, while not big players, show up and have minute roles in Far Past the Ring:

Tro Chapelle- The spirited eldest child of the Drummer-Chapelle family. A high school freshmen and future materials scientist, Tro looks to the beautiful in the places she can. Encouraged by her parents, she creates art in all spaces, ranging from polish on nails to paint on armor to even making stuffed animals. Tro also does her best to be inclusive and kind strangers, especially girls her age. With that being said, she has a teen edge to her, especially if she feels undermined or threatened–such as when new members of her baby cousin’s family arrive on Medina Station.

Miriam Martin - the wife of both Timon Chapelle and Dr Tanke Drummer in their polycule, she is a gentle natured Earther who was raised on Ceres by her Christian missionary grandparents. Kicked out of her church due to her sexuality, Miriam immediately joined the Free Navy as a communications specialist, where she met her husband and wife. After they left the service, they settled down on Ceres, where they started their family. After the children got older, Miriam went back to work as a kindergarten teacher, first on Ceres and then on Medina Station. She loves children, having a nice home and is the calming feature in the otherwise wild Drummer-Chapelle family. She is the biological mother of only Tro, but all of the children address her as 'mama' or 'Mimi'.

Blid Chapelle - the oldest son of the Drummer-Chapelle family, Blid is almost 12, obsessed with guns, explosions, and being a soldier. He also loves to tease and make others laugh, though it annoys his sister, irritates his aunt, and upsets his little brother. He is fascinated and excited by both Clone Force 99 and the rest of the clones, especially Crosshair. 

Haber ‘Hobbs’ Chapelle - the youngest son of the Drummer-Chapelle family, Haber is 7, quiet, and good natured. He is especially attached to his baby cousin, Meg, as well as his rescued cats, Trash and Garbage. A nurturing and attentive boy, he loves fixing things and wants to be a physician, like his mother and grandfather. 

Omega ‘Meg’ Drummer - the beloved baby of the extended Drummer-Chapelle family, Meg is the biological daughter of Clone Force 99 member, Tech, and Dr. Sjael Drummer. A curious 2-and-a-half-year-old, Meg is adventurous and bright, loving to run around her family members, escape through air vents, and be read to. She is especially adored by her cousins Tro and Haber, who get very defensive if anything remotely dangerous gets near her. 

CT-9991, Druid - the stoic but kind-hearted leader of Islander squad of the 41st Elite Corps, Druid is a communications and encryption expert, having become fluent in Shrywook, Thykarann, and Xaczik, due to his station on Kashyyyk during the Clone Wars. He was very close to Commander Mayday, who worked with him in some of the rougher terrain on the planet. 

CT-9992, Metric - the medic of Islander squad of the 41st Elite Corps. Though trained as a soldier, Metric often served as the de-facto healer while serving in the wilds of Kashyyyk under Druid. He is a jovial, laid-back man who loved working with Wookiees.  

Inez Yao - a pretty and charming Martian nurse who works under Dr. Tanke Drummer in Medina Station. A former medic in the MCRN, she is friends with Bobbie Draper, and loves to party and dance.

Dr. Devi Thomas - a microbiologist from the South Asian Trade Zone on Earth who works on Medina Station. She is Sjael Drummer’s friend, and her daughter, Sita Thomas, is best friends with Meg Drummer as well. Devi was widowed in the Bombardment of Earth, where her husband, Neel, was killed in the attack on Taiwan. She has a mild crush on Prax Meng, and is somewhat envious of Sjael's relationship with him.

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WIP

Those are my and my partner's ocs. The guy (Neel) is mine and the girl (Rafaël) is hers. I haven't draw them in age :')

(Why the hell did I go for a drawing with such a complex background fdsqlfdjlfq -also yes, it's pokemon. We use them for rp and we created them first for a pokemon rp.)

[lahotelbellamuerte]

𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - synopsis [あらすじ]

— ❀ series masterlist ❀ — American [アメリカ人] — ❀

pairing; slight takashi x amara!oc warning; none note; just a small little background on the story, anything in the story in italics in convo is Japanese.

Amara O'Conner never really liked bullies. Especially when there was no real reason to be a dick to someone. Ever since she and her father moved to Japan, she had to deal with them.

All of them called her names, making fun of her appearance. Just because she didn't fit into the mold of a regular Japanese girl. But Amara didn't care, she ignored all the names, the stares, and the whispers. All of it.

Eventually, the small blonde girl learned to fight back. Getting tired of the repetitive assholes in her life. Often got into fights with boys and girls growing up. Until they all backed off. Now? You may ask. Well, she likes to think of herself as Japanese—I mean how could she not? She spoke the language and knew all the customs. And so slowly everyone around her started to think of her the same. The bullying coming to an end.

But as a daughter of an O'Conner, she was never really far from trouble. Early in her teen years, she learned about a secret world that she wanted to be a part of, alongside with her friends.

She was a fifteen-year-old when she overheard some older kids talking about racing up in the mountains. Intrigued she pushed off the wall she had been hiding behind. Running through the halls with a smile on her face. Making her way to her friends who were waiting for her at the front of the school.

Pushing the doors open she spotted them. Takashi Chisaka was a grade above her but was considered a nice guy who saved her from bullies when she was younger. At one point they had a shared enemy and they both got into a fight with his group. The two ended up in the Headmaster's office, with unhappy parents. But through the experience she became close with the boy, thus becoming friends.

Beside him stood Neela James, a foreigner just like her. The two had met when they were really young. The two shared the teasing and poking from the stupid bullies. All for being seen differently. But of course, Amara's constant fighting was able to save them from any more of that. Even more so when Takashi became a part of the group.

"Amara where the hell have you been?" Takashi asked arms crossed, annoyed for having to wait for the blonde every time.

The blonde rolled her eyes at his quip, "Shut up will you, I just heard some of the older kids are heading up the mountains for a race," she told her friends with a wide smile on her face.

Neela shook her head, "Amara don't give him ideas, we shouldn't be—" before she could finish her sentence the Japanese Native interrupted her.

He gripped her shoulders with a smile, "When?"

"Now!" she replied pulling their hands towards a car she stole from her dad, "I had a feeling it would be today, so I stole one of my dad's cars!"

The two let her lead them to some old beat-up truck parked near the school entrance. While she wasn't a racer yet, she had a keen eye for driving better than most of the citizens of Japan.

"Am you don't even have a license we should not be doing this," Neela hissed emphasizing 'not' holding on to dear life in the passenger side.

Takashi only laughed at the Australian girl's worry, "Neela calm down, Amara is a good driver," he tried to tell the girl who had her eyes shut as the blonde raced down the highway, tailing the modified cars up front.

Amara smirked and nodded, "He's right Neel, I've so got this," she replies as she changed the gear to the large truck, swerving around the smaller, slower cars.

"How many times have you two done this that you know that!" she squealed feeling the tight session in her stomach. The butterflies fluttered a little too much to keep calm.

"We might've snuck out of school a couple times," the blonde admitted stepping on the clutching and switching gears one more time, briefly looking over to Takashi who was beside her, then back on the road.

I'm sure you're wondering if there's anything going on with that mention. Well yes, but at the same time no. They were teenagers after all, who's to say anything.

Neela cringed at the thought, "God, I hope I'm not sitting on anything," she mumbled leaning to the window, opening her eyes just to see the car still swerving in and out of the slow traffic.

Takashi only shook his head at the girls. He just knew that whatever he had with Amara wasn't for the long run. They just trusted each other to be each other's first. And it wasn't all that bad, in fact, it was good that they still from time to time met up.

About twenty minutes later, they reached the mountain and saw many cars lined up along the sides. Probably the spectators of the race. Finding a space she pulled up and put the truck on neutral making sure it wouldn't roll away.

Stepping out, the three did their best to stay behind the scenes. Not wanting to be spotted by any of the older kids they went to school with. Once they had found a spot, they anxiously waited for whoever would be racing.

They had almost missed it, had it not been for the screeching of the tires. Turning they stared in awe as the cars drifted around the road, quickly moving the straight road. Every car passes by and executes it perfectly.

It was at the sight of the cars sliding on the road, the screaming of the spectators, or the imagination of the adrenaline the drivers felt. It was here that the group of friends wanted to learn. Even Neela, who had been afraid of first when in the car with Amara. It became their mission to learn the art as best as they could.

But with many good things, came the bad. Takashi had the resources to find people to teach him and Neela how to do so. As much as he wanted to teach Amara, his uncle forbade it. He told his nephew that Amara would be trouble.

And while Takashi had thought nothing of Amara at the start of their relationship. He couldn't help but not want anyone to be beside him than her. In hopes of keeping her in his life, he tried to beg his uncle to call a race for the two of them.

If he won, she would be by his side forever. When Amara was informed of the situation, she couldn't help but be angry at the sound of being stuck with someone forever. She had grown to like the boy in her life but after his decision to take away her freedom. She became furious.

With a borrowed car, she practiced night after night, alone. Praying to any and every god that should win. When the night finally came down. She was shaking in every form, angry, anxious, afraid, that would be his property.

And by a bit of mere luck on her part, she had won the race by a quarter inch, but winning was winning. Amara had won her freedom, a life not belonging to anyone but herself.

After her relationship with Takashi became strained, they somehow still called each other friends. The only thing really keeping them together now was Neela. The girl who ended up being the one stuck with Takashi. The two slowly watched the friends they had met when they were younger disappear. He was no longer that funny boy that walked them home every day. Bought them dumb gifts when he felt like it. Danced at Amara's house all night to all the silly music she played. Or joined to learning to cook.

He became a darker, possessive man who only cared about his image. The days of light were gone for him.

𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘖'𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘳 — 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵

𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘒𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘭-𝘖𝘩 — 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵

[mare-mortuos]

Cs fandom: *freaking out because of a s3 trailer*

Me (a clown): What IF Neel carried😳 Kaleidoscope in his arms 👁👁

But in all honesty I this drawing turned out a little different than I expected. Especially the faces, they look really different in the style. It's because I drew them both different days so I guess my style switched drastically

[bimbee]

He's not okay I promise 💛💛

[expireddollie]

Clean up an old oc,made him more of an anti-hero then a superhero

[gutsfics]

i gotta draw my guy Neel again i miss him

theres just something so funny to me about having an oc who exists to be Chris Winters' exhusband and Thomas Hunt's right hand arm man fwb who seemingly fucks around all day but somehow holds up over half of all of Hunt's produtions almost entirely on his own and genuinely enjoys it even though he complains about it most of the time and hes NOT the main character of the story. hes literally just there chillin and drinking a sody and smoking a fat blunt. love u Neel

[supernovas-stuff]

Finally, the bios for the first chapter!  gosh I forget how hard actually writing is sometimes, summarizing without spoiling anything too much.  

[90satin]

P O W E R | 𓃭

[f4irycafe]

FAVORITE CRIME

chapter i

summary: A story between the forgotten Vanserra sister and her mate, the shadowsinger of the Night Court.

"The Autumn Court was silent. Completely and utterly silent, save for the ear-splitting screams coming from the Lady of Autumn’s bed chambers as she gave birth to the seventh and eighth children of the Vanserra line."

pairing: azriel x vanserra sister!oc

word count: 1.9k

series warnings: graphic sexual assault, mental illness, graphic violence, falling in love, soft sex, mentions/recalling of past rape, right person-wrong time, tragic love story, fluff.

notes: hehe. the way its actually hard for me to write this because of how sad it is. like im scared to finish this because then that means i'll have broken my own heart. i want some feedback here before i begin posting on ao3 and wattpad so please leave comments and reblog <3.

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The Autumn Court was silent. Completely and utterly silent, save for the ear-splitting screams coming from the Lady of Autumn’s bed chambers as she gave birth to the seventh and eighth children of the Vanserra line. After the birth of her first two sons - Eris and Damon - Beron had stopped showing up and had even ripped away her accommodations in the Healer's temple. Instead, he ordered for her to be confined to her room during the process, from the beginning of the labor until she has pushed the child out.

The brothers, however, went. Sat outside her room for hours as they listened to her screams. Beron had granted them this small reprieve, to welcome their new sibling into the world. Eris had watched it happen six times, each time harder and more complicated than the last. She had never come close to dying, thankfully.

Eris wasn’t sure he could say the same about this birth.

“That bastard is going to kill her, isn’t he?” Aliath, the youngest boy, asked. He was only six years of age. And at a time like this, Eris didn't have the energy to correct his language. This was the closest time frame in which two siblings had been born, the rest of the boys had decades, centuries even, spanning between them. His question went ignored as Odessa screamed again. You could vaguely hear the sounds of the midwives' attempts to calm her nerves by offering her medicinal herbs, ones they knew she would refuse anyways.

“Probably,” Damon sneered as he kicked a rock with the toe of his boot.

“What do you care?” Neels asked. He was the third-born son, not too useless to be forgotten, but not as important to be cared about. He and Finnagan - the fourth born - took after their father the most with their appetites for senseless violence and destroying anything good that came their way.

“Neels, he’s a child.” Johan chastised his older brother.

“And?” Eris rolled his eyes. Useless, callous bastards, the lot of them.

“You’ve been awfully quiet brother, what’s your wager? Do you think it's our dear mother's time to finally leave this world?” Finnagan asked him, that hellish smirk sitting forever plastered on his face. And just when Eris thought he would make it through the conversation unbothered.

“I wish she had died during your birth only to save us the misfortune of having to speak with you now.” He didn’t mean it...most of it. He did wish Finnagan a long and painful death, but not at the expense of his mother. His, because he, Aliath and Damon seemed to be the only ones who gave a shit about her. Johan cared more than the remaining brothers, but he kept his distance.

It wasn’t until Eris had said that did he realize that it had gone quiet, the rest of the boys seeming to catch onto that as well. He could feel the nervousness and possible regret as they waited for a sound to be heard from that room.

Maybe she truly had died.

Finn and Damon must have thought the same if their taut muscles were anything to go by.

A collective sigh of relief came from them when they heard the cries of a baby clang through the room. The door opened not a second later, the midwives scurrying quickly out of the room. That was also custom, for the women overseeing her to leave directly after delivery. Beron didn’t want to give her any more comfort than he had to, instead forcing her to wash and clean the babies by herself.

Aliath rushed in first, his little legs running to his mother's bedside. He tried to cover the fear on his face when he saw her, his body stopping short. She was pale, so pale. Blood stained her once white covers, legs, and arms. Her breaths were coming in in short, shallow pants.

“Mommy?” He asked, moving to get into bed with her.

“Get away from her.” Eris’s voice carried through the room. Aliath moved back quickly, stepping to the side so that Eris could inspect her. Her pulse was still there, and her chest was moving.

He didn’t know for how much longer.

“The twins.” His voice shot to Odessa at her barely audible words. “Where are they?” She questioned, weakly holding Eris’s shirt.

Twins.

“What the fuck?” Damon said from the other side of her chambers.

“Holy shit,” Neels said, standing over the two cribs with the rest of his brothers.

Aliath had joined them as well, awe written all over his features as he looked at his new siblings.

“There’s two of them.” He said dumbly, reaching into the crib on the right. The babe was wailing, its tiny hands balled into fists as he cried and cried. Aliath cooed at him, making faces that were doing nothing to calm it down.

Him. The baby on the right was male.

The one on the left was quiet, suspiciously quiet.

“Eris,” Johan called. Eris didn’t hear him as he tried to soothe their mother, pressing a damp cloth left by one of the healers to her head.

“Eris!” He repeated, louder this time.

“What.” He seethed.

Eris was scared. Odessa had never looked this terrible after a birth before, there was always a small kernel of light flickering in her as she beheld her new child. But now, there was nothing. No happiness or light shown in those eyes. Only exhaustion.

And dread.

“She’s not breathing.”

She?

“Who’s not breathing?” Eris asked.

“The child, Eris. She’s not breathing.”

Oh fuck.

Eris strode across the room, pushing his brother aside as he looked at the little one.

A girl. Odessa had given birth to a baby girl.

Beron would kill her. Hell, he’d kill both of them for this.

Maybe it would be better to not try and help her, allow her a premature escape from the hell that would be her life if they tried to revive her.

No. No, he would not think like that.

He had never been more thankful for the time he had spent in this bedroom on these very occasions, watching as the healers helped his mother. Aliath had been born like the girl as well, still until one of the females had revived him.

He began to gently press on her chest with two fingers, before bending down to blow oxygen into her mouth. He repeated those same steps multiple times. Give the child oxygen, then tap her chest. Next, he tapped her feet gently, flicking her skin with his pointer finger.

Again, and again, and again, until he was sure that there was nothing he could do to save her.

A soft breath, a whimper, and then a scream.

Eris nearly sunk to the floor in relief as the baby girl began throwing a fit much like her brother in the next crib. Tears rushed to his eyes as he smiled, grabbing the girl from her crib to tuck her into his chest.

A sister, he had a sister.

He let himself be happy for a moment. Let himself think of raising a girl, allowing her to grow up happy and live a life full of happiness. He knew it was foolish to think such things, but for a few seconds, he let himself dream.

Johan had picked up the boy and had already placed him in Odessa’s arms. Eris walked over to her, the rest of his brothers following them like a hoard of seagulls.

A watery gasp left her mouth when both of her babies were swaddled in her arms. She hung her head as she cried. Tears of happiness or regret, Eris couldn’t tell. But he stayed and watched, they all did, as they all came to terms with what this meant.

“Do you have names?” Neels asked, a rare moment to even address his mother.

“Lucien,” She said as she looked towards the boy.

Light.

“And Freya.” The Ancient Goddess of Love.

That was enough for Neels. He left the room after hearing the names, Finn and Damon following him. The three no doubt were going to the throne room to tell Beron of the news. While Eris wished his mother could have some peace after this strenuous birth, there wasn’t much he could do to stop them.

“Congratulations, mother,” Johan said before he began to leave the room.

“I want to hold them,” Aliath whined from the side of the bed, standing on his toes to try and get another glimpse at his two siblings.

“Mother is very tired, you can see them tomorrow when she’s better.” He looked like he was going to retort, but the look on Eris’ face made him reconsider. With a small nod and a sad look thrown towards his mother, he left the room with Johan.

“I should have killed them both.” Odessa cried once she was alone with her eldest. Eris looked at his mother in alarm, his eyes widening as he stood from the chair he had dragged over.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He looked at the children. Would she kill them if he left the room? Why? Why would she say such a terrible thing? To kill innocent children. She couldn’t- she wasn’t capable.

“I’m sorry, my children.” She said, her thumb stroking Freya’s face.

“What is going on?” Eris asked, feeling like the scared little kid his brother was.

Eris had to grasp the arms of the chair he was sitting in to keep from falling out of it as his mother opened her heart to him. Her decades-long affair with the High Lord of Day that resulted in the conceivement of these two children.

“Beron will kill you when he finds out the truth,” Eris said as he looked at Freya. He had asked to hold her halfway through his mother’s tale, knowing it would hinder his ability to lash out if he were holding one of his siblings.

“He won’t find out,” Odessa said, shooting a rare, sharp look in Eris’ direction. He knew what she was asking. Would her favorite son betray her to gain favor with his father and her bastard husband? Eris knew the answer, had known the answer the very second he had laid eyes on the children.

“He won’t.” Eris agreed.

“You couldn’t have been more careful though. Lucien. Really?” At least she hadn’t gone and named Freya something that meant day.

“Helion picked the name Freya. He told me that if he ever had a girl, he’d give her that name.” Eris ate his words.

“Are you going to tell him?”

“No. He can never know about them.” Eris nodded. To keep them safe, Eris knowing was already a risk, but if she told Helion...who knows what would happen. He could claim the children as his own, start a civil war that would be more trouble than it's worth for the birthright of two children.

“You have to protect them.” Eris knew that too.

“Freya. You have to - keep her from Beron as long as you can. Please, my son. You are the only one.” Aliath would most likely help him when he got older, if Beron didn’t corrupt his good heart before then.

He would try. He would try his best to give these children a childhood that wouldn’t haunt them for the rest of their immortal lives. He would be there for them when they cried, listen as they told him stories, comfort them when they were chased from sleep by nightmares of his father.

He would do all of it.

For them.

[destiny-dreamwielder]

I Can Feel Time Moving

Rating: T

Pairing: Destiny DreamWielder (OC) x Malorn Ashthorn (Platonic on its way to romantic.)

Summary: Ravenwood hasn’t had a graduation ceremony in decades, but that doesn't mean it hasn’t had graduates beside Destiny.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Angst from discussion of Destiny's trauma.

A/N: I recently noticed that Malorn wasn’t at our graduation, which is an absolute crime. I wanted to give some explanation, and it also gave me an excuse to finally write a Destiny x Malorn fic as I’ve been thinking about them for ages. Title is from “Nothing New” by Taylor Swift and Phoebe Bridgers.

Standing tall in her cap and gown, Destiny felt her heart swell with pride as Headmaster Ambrose placed a Ravenwood hood over her shoulders. Her school colors of blue and gold laid across her chest, and the Ravenwood crest hung down her back. Her eyes were still watery from hearing Cyrus compliment her, something she’d never imagined he’d do, and a few tears ran down her cheeks as she looked out over the crowd applauding her. So many people had come to celebrate her accomplishments, and she couldn’t help the wide smile the thought causes. 

Her joy was short lived, though, as a cold wind cut through the air and Bartleby shivered.

“Oh dear,” Ambrose murmured, “well that was certainly unexpected! And did you see Bartleby? I’ve never seen him quite so frightened!” He turned to Destiny, concerned, before glancing up at the sound of Moolinda’s hoofs clicking as she hurried to check on Bartleby. “Hmm,” he continued, “There goes Professor Wu inside the World Tree. Perhaps you should go and ask if she needs assistance.”

Destiny felt her heart sink. Of course she had to deal with this. When had anyone ever let her have any time to herself since she’d left Earth? 

“I hope you can discover the meaning of this,” Ambrose remarked sadly, “I’ll be in my office.” The crowd began to disperse, and Lady Oriel’s fairies quickly got to work cleaning up the decorations. The teachers all shook Destiny’s hand and congratulated her again before descending the steps and heading back to their classrooms. 

Shawna, Myrna, and Neela quickly ran on stage and hugged her tight. Myrna was the first to speak, her Polarian accent comforting. “I’m sorry we couldn’t call everyone in time, Destiny. No one knew this was happening. We couldn’t even find Malorn.”

Destiny had definitely noticed his absence, but he was as busy as she was. She tried not to notice how much she wanted him there. “It’s okay, Myr, I kind of gathered that. I’ll find you guys soon, don’t feel bad. This is my job, after all.”

Myrna opened her mouth to object, but Shawna put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. Shawna’s brown eyes were sad, but she knew how stubborn both Destiny and Myrna were, and clearly wanted to avoid any arguments.

Neela looked like she was going to cry. “You do so much for us all, Destiny. Thank you. I hope you know you’re still my hero.”

“Oh Neels, I know. I’ll come practice duel with you as soon as I’m done helping Bartleby. Now all of you, shoo. I’ve gotta go.”

They gave her one last hug before departing for the girls dormitory.

Left alone in Bartleby’s courtyard, Destiny sighed. Just before she could turn to follow Moolinda, though, she heard someone else calling out to her.

“Dez! Wait!” the voice implored, and she looked up to see Malorn Ashthorn jogging up to her from the tunnel to the Commons. “I’m so glad I caught you!”

She blinked at him for a moment, confused. “Malorn?”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” he huffed, out of breath. “No one told me this was happening, I was just trying to come here for class and I saw all the decorations. The fairies said it was for your graduation, so I went back to my apartment to get my hood. I guess I wasn’t fast enough.”

“It’s ok, I didn’t know it was happening either,” Destiny assured him, stepping off the platform to stand with him. Her brow furrowed after a moment as she processed his full statement and took in black and silver on his chest. “Why do you have a hood?”

Malorn looked away for a second, unable to meet her gaze. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed softly before finally looking at her again. “I, uh, I graduated while you were in Dragonspyre. Ambrose said there was no way to lift the school out of Nightside, and Dworgyn didn’t want to leave it, either. Ambrose needed someone to teach the kids who were too young to make the trip, and, since I was already doing that, he saw no need to find someone else.”

“But Gamma said- He said he couldn’t remember the last ceremony Ravenwood had had.”

“Yeah, I… didn’t really have one. It was just Ambrose and me.”

“Oh, Malorn,” Destiny sighed, throwing her arms around the boy before her. Malorn hugged her back, tightly.

He used to be so much older than her, but her frequent traveling through the Spiral had taken more time than had passed in Wizard City. He had once been fourteen while she was eleven, but now he’s eighteen while she’s seventeen. They’d clicked when they’d met on her first day, and he’d helped her to understand the new and unfamiliar world she had just become a part of. They’d hugged each other goodbye when she left for Krokotopia, expecting to be reunited quickly. But they didn’t see each other until she’d saved Krokotopia, Marleybone, Grizzleheim, Mooshu, Dragonspyre, and the Spiral at large. A year had passed for him, two had passed for her, and the maturity gap had been closed completely. He was the only one of her friends that truly understood her. Catherine knew exactly what she’d been through, but she didn’t feel the same sense of responsibility for everything that Destiny did, and she had no experience with Ambrose and the pressure he could place on someone. Myrna and Shawna were her oldest friends, but they couldn't understand it either. Malorn knew about the responsibility, the growing up too fast, and the feeling of Ambrose relying on you in a way that the others really didn’t.

For the few months of peace she’d had in Wizard City after Malistaire, he was truly her best friend. (Then, of course, came Ambrose’s misguided attempts to cheer her up with the Spiral Cup tournament, another trip to Grizzleheim, and “re-discovering” Celestia, and they were separated once again.) When she’d returned from defeating Morganthe four years later (three for him), Malorn had once again been there for her. She was struggling immensely with her failures in Azteca, and the guilt of Morganthe’s preventable demise only compounding on her guilt regarding Malistaire’s death. While she’d wallowed, and Catherine had thrown herself into her studies, Malorn had been the one person who’d made Destiny feel anything close to normal again. He was her best friend besides Catherine, and she was his. And now, they were here. 

“Why didn’t you tell me everything when I came back?” she begged after a moment, feeling horrible that she hadn’t noticed the change on her own. She’d assumed everyone switched from “Acting Professor Ashthorn” to just “Professor Ashthorn” because Malistaire was dead.

“I didn't want you to feel bad for missing it. And when you and Cyrus came back from Dragonspyre, he told me what happened. I cared a lot more about making sure you were okay than about telling you what you’d missed. What you had to do… It was too much. You were a kid.”

Tears begin to leak from Destiny’s eyes. “So were you,” she sniffs, “and you were there for me. I wish I could’ve been there for you.”

 “It’s ok, Dez. I wish I could be with you whenever Ambrose sends you out to save the Spiral. You’re a lot older than you should be, I don’t think Ambrose has noticed that. But they still made you grow up even more. And you’re still- You’re still too young to have been through all that you have. You’re different now. You’ve seen too much. You don’t deserve what you’ve been through, and now Ambrose wants you to do even more on the day where you’re supposed to have done enough.”

Destiny couldn’t speak. She was crying too much to get the words out. Instead, she buried her head in Malorn’s chest and held him as tightly as she could. He stroked her hair gently and let her cry. 

“Th-Thank you, Malorn,” she choked out finally, lifting her face.

“You don’t always have to carry everything yourself. You can talk to Catherine, and Myrna, and Shawna. They’re your friends. They care about you. They want to help you. And I know I’ll always be here for you. Whatever you need.”

“I know,” she sighed, looking into his eyes and trying to convey her appreciation. “I just don’t want to be a burden. Not to them, and not to you.”

“You’re not a burden to people who care about you. And I care about you Dez, a whole lot,” he reminded her, smiling softly.

“I care about you, too,” she replied. “I have to help Bartleby but I- I want to talk to you again. As soon as I can.”

Malorn moved his hands to her face and kissed her forehead gently. “I’ll be here,” he promised, reaching around his back to take a hold of her hands and squeezing them once affectionately before letting them go, “Whenever you’re ready.”