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The Little Nereid Part 8

Record of Ragnarok fanfiction

Poseidon x OC

Current word count: 22,000

Dynamene, youngest of the 50 Nereids, has lived most of her adolescence as a servant alongside her sisters at Poseidon’s palace. But with her coming-of-age birthday and other developments, what she initially thought was just admiration of her master blossoms into something stronger and more passionate… and painful.

Categories and warnings: Romance, angst, unrequited love, coming-of-age, earn-your-happy-ending, slow-burn (ish); no sexual content. There will be some graphic violence in the future.

Updated regularly, multiple times a week; will have about 14 parts total.

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Poseidon sat, tapping his fingers impatiently on the arms of his chair. He had returned to his rooms to await the arrival of his elder brother, who was, by force of habit, late. Hades was never on time to meetings that weren't urgent, and this evening was no different. He seemed to run on his own clock, and came and went on his own terms. Of course, Poseidon didn't care if he showed up either way. But if Hades was going to demand part of his day, the least he could do was be punctual.

His gaze drifted across the room to the glass doors that led to the balcony. The wind was still howling, causing enough of a stir that he could barely hear the crackling of the fireplace only a dozen feet away. His eyes narrowed in irritation. He hadn't willed the seas to be this way, so why did this storm persist? He curled his fingers into a fist with slow deliberation, commanding the wind to stop.

It made no difference, and the low roar continued.

He heard the sound of footsteps ascending the stairs that led to his quarters, and he rose his head with a sigh. It was about time.

Well, he hadn't heard the footsteps so much as felt them. Although the steps moved at a leisurely pace, each footfall contained a heavy, almost stifling energy; the signature of the god they belonged to. The flames of the fireplace wavered in response, and the wind outside finally began to quiet to a reasonable whisper.

The doors opened slowly, and his elder brother entered. Despite the weather outside, his clothes were still perfectly straight and poised; his hair was unruffled from its usual careful style. His expression was unhurried, almost casual, and Poseidon scowled in response.

"Now, Poseidon, is a face like that any way to greet your older brother?" Hades asked languidly as he approached.

"You come waltzing in here an hour after the agreed upon time, and you're worried about etiquette now?"

"Ah, such an abrasive response," Hades sighed, sliding onto the seat across from Poseidon. "So typical of you."

"Enough. What are you here for?" Poseidon demanded.

"I'll get straight to the point, then. I come on behalf of Hera, to help her make her case," Hades responded, indifferent to Poseidon's anger. He folded his hands before him, taking on a more serious tone. "I understand her last visit was trying for both of you."

"I ought to forbid her from entering the premises outright," Poseidon grumbled, looking away. "She only ever comes to nag anyways." His gaze returned to his brother. "But you never side with Hera on anything. Why do you come to do her dirty work now? Surely there's some other reason that you came."

"You're right," Hades admitted freely. "To be honest, I come, not on her behalf, but on the behalf of my beloved Persephone. You see, Hera went straight from your palace to mine the other day to rant about your unbecoming behavior. But Persephone's in the family way now, and Hera's visit - behavior, more precisely - alarmed her. I don't wish for a repeat performance, at least not until the baby's born, so I'm here to knock some sense into that oblivious head of yours." He smiled humorlessly.

Poseidon blinked, then he glared. That sentence hadn't ended the way he'd expected. "Knock some sense, huh?"

"Poseidon, you are thousands of years old, and you have had no lovers." Hades waved his hand lightly over the table, and two glasses and a cask of wine appeared. "There are only two possibilities: The first is that you experience attraction to no one and nothing, in which case you have my condolences. Romance is the headiest of pleasures." He carefully poured the wine into both glasses before rising his own to his lips for a slow sip. "The second is that you have, and you're too stupid and inexperienced to know what to do about it."

Poseidon's glare turned from one of irritation to one of malice. "What brave words, Hades."

Hades ignored his brother's veiled threat. "So which would it be, little brother?" He lowered his glass from his lips and stared at Poseidon over the rim. "The sooner you spit it out, the sooner we can smooth out this stupid feud with Hera and the sooner I can return to my wife and realm."

Poseidon stared at his untouched glass of wine. "I have desire for no one. I need no one. I will have no one."

"The waves tell me otherwise, brother." Hades retorted. "I understand a party of Nereids took leave of the palace earlier today. A little bird told me in particular that they left with the intention of removing one of their own from your influence."

Poseidon's gaze cut sharply back up to Hade's. "Does this little bird have a death wish? A desire to see just how deep the ocean trenches get?"

"Answer the unspoken question, Poseidon. What's going on between you and that sea-nymph?" Hades refilled his glass. "Did she offend you? Did you throw your trident at her when she messed up your morning tea? Or is there something else?"

Dynamene. Something in Poseidon's eyes stirred. "There was a time when I nearly did throw my trident at her." The words had left his mouth without his permission.

"Ah. A time you nearly did. But something's changed since then, hasn't it?" Hades smirked triumphantly. "I know you have a soft spot for the Nereids. That's why none of them have died in the thousand years they've served you. Has the other shoe finally dropped? Have you fallen for one of them?"

"The Nereids are smart enough to know their place, and I mine," Poseidon answered sharply. "We have no relationship. They serve me, and in return I allow them to live leisurely at my palace."

"That's what Hera said you told her," Hades sighed, crossing his legs. "Oh, well. I suppose it doesn't matter what comes out of your mouth now. The ocean grew stormy after that nymph left, and it hasn't toned down in the hours since." Hades finished his second glass of wine. "You can say what you like, but your defensive demeanor and the crashing waves outside say otherwise. Let me offer you some brotherly advice, as a more experienced man." Hades leaned closer, his eyes glinting. "Do not wait forever to make your move. Knowing you, I'm sure you've made enough missteps already. Don't make more."

"Missteps?" Poseidon had had enough of the insults. "And what experience, exactly, qualifies you to advise me?" He sneered. "Kidnapping a girl to force her to become your bride?"

"I got her, didn't I?" Hades retorted, unbothered by Poseidon's scathing words. "The woman of my dreams, who welcomes me home with affection and shares my bed at night. She's mine, and mine alone, because I was prepared to use any means necessary. If only Zeus hadn't gotten involved on Demeter's behalf..." He sighed. "I could've had her to myself every month of the year." He clicked his tongue in disappointment.

Poseidon huffed in disgust. "Barbaric. You disgust me. A god shouldn't have to force any woman to be their bride, let alone kidnap her."

"And yet here you sit, drowning in your own misery because the maiden you're besotted with might escape your grasp and you're too socially inept to make her yours." Hades smirked and rose to his feet. "Tell me this, Poseidon. You say we have no need of love, and that's true. We have no need of warmth, of pleasure, of sun and air, of the sea... As gods, we could sit in a vacuum forever and we'd be no worse off for it. But does that keep us from desiring those things?"

Poseidon didn't answer.

"Mhm. You know, if this is the nymph I was told it was, she is young and inexperienced. Naïve and oblivious in love. That's perfect, however, because so are you." Hades chuckled. "Let me know if you have need of a few pomegranate seeds in the future. Take care, little brother." Hades rose his empty glass to him in a toast before taking his leave.

Poseidon glowered at the door long after Hades had left. Disgusting. What a repugnant idea, that one should be so desperate for love that they would trap the object of their affections for eternity. It's pathetic. It's unbecoming for gods like us.

We have no need of love. None. We don't need it. It's unnecessary.

I don't want it. His clenched fists were shaking. I hate it.

He grabbed the cask of wine and threw it across the room. It exploded into splinters of wood on impact with the wall, blood-red wine bursting onto the floor. He stared at the liquid as it slowly bled across the floor, making its way to the tips of his boots.

I can't have it.

That nymph was annoying. He wished she'd just let him be. How had such a slight young girl embedded herself so deeply in his mind? She kept invading his thoughts now at every chance she got. He could see her wide sea-gray eyes even now, reflecting his own face back at him. He could hear the way her breath caught when he touched her, as if she was overwhelmed at such a slight gesture. And he remembered that feeling he got when she watched his lips, as if clinging to his every word. She was intoxicated just by his presence, and Poseidon didn't understand.

So many beings respected him, admired him, feared him. Whole worlds hinged on him and his actions. Sailors uttered prayers to him under their breath as they began their voyages. Merpeople presented him with offerings to ensure a peaceful and bountiful realm. Coastal cities did their best to appease him to protect their civilization from the ocean's wrath. He was a god, the pinnacle of existence.

But what was he, exactly, in Dynamene's eyes? Someone to be respected and admired, of course. She saw him as the perfect god he was, and she was smitten by it. But did she fear him? No. Why would she? He had had ample reason to execute her for spying on his meeting with Hera, and yet he hadn't. He had never harmed her or rejected her. He'd hardly even scolded her.

So, without fear holding her back, she continued to press his boundaries. She asked questions. She watched him unabashedly. She reached for his hand. She had embraced him.

He didn't want anyone else to know that side of her. He didn't want anyone else to be the focus of her attention. It belonged to him. Surely, as the tyrant of the seas, he was the only one worthy of it.

He pursed his lips. I don't need it; and yet...

I want it.

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Author's notes: Formatting will be fixed once I get on my laptop later.

Shorter part this time, but I wanted to keep the focus on the conversation between these two. It's important for getting into Poseidon's head. What a selfish, helpless man.

Hades! Or rather, my version of Hades. Who knows if this portrayal of him will hold up once we've seen more of his character in the manga.

I might go back and edit the text slightly later, but the vast majority of it will remain the same.

"In the family way" is an old-fashioned, polite way of saying a woman is pregnant.

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok poseidon #poseidon #poseidon x oc #hades #shuumatsu no valkyrie #fanfiction

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twistedtummies2 · 3 years ago

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Can I just ask how you make your ocs interesting? I’m trying to make my own Twst oc and he’s going to be a big eater himself, so what qualities could I give him to make him seem interesting?

Ooooh...okay, this is a HARD one to answer. So...buckle in, this will proooobably be long. 'XD First and foremost...I never SET OUT to make my characters "interesting." If...that makes sense? Here's the thing about writing advice from me: I'm bad at it. LOL It's not like writing is easy for me (it REALLY isn't) and it's not like there aren't certain things I try to keep in mind and ideas and concepts and even rules I follow...it's just that, in the moment of creating a character, I'm usually just...creating a character. And how that happens can work in a variety of different ways. Also, what makes a character "interesting" can be so many different things. It's not like there's some magic wand of interesting-making-power that I have. So...I guess what I can tell you is that there are a few things I keep in mind when I'm making my own TW OCs. The main ones, that is - including my preds and Chief Jehan (since he's the only recurring non-pred OC I have in my gallery CURRENTLY; I have another I'm actually planning to write about after I finish Nakoda's next big work, WHICH WILL BE DONE, I PROMISE YOU). First of all, I don't know if your OC is a TRUE OC or based on a Disney character. There are, of course, original characters in TW: Jack doesn't seem to come from anywhere specific, and it's hard to tell with several other characters. For example, most of the Heartslabyul students are clearly based on the Card Guards from Alice in Wonderland, but those characters in the film (and book) are really one solid unit, so they really do come across as original characters with a Card Guard motif beyond anything else. If your character is purely original, all you have to do is make sure they fit the style of this universe. If your OC is - as all of mine so far, and most in general, tend to be - a reimagining of a popular Disney Villain or other Disney Character, then you first have to look at what makes this villain who they are. All of the Night Raven students who are based on such characters - and that is the vast majority of them - have the sort of creative DNA of those characters in their personalities, motivations, and even appearance. Even with someone like Idia, there's a little something of Hades there; Leona takes a LOT from Scar; Azul goes in a somewhat different direction from Ursula (he's more like Mephistopheles or an old-time-gangster), but the basic idea of his modus operandi and elements of his look are found with her, as well. See what elements you think are most important to keep or throw out. And you WILL have to throw stuff out: the Disney Villains are usually pure evil. That's part of their appeal. Very few of them have much empathy or sympathy, what makes them interesting is usually just how much they ENJOY what they do, and how creatively they're handled, and how delectably they're voiced. No one watches Scar kill his own brother and try to murder a small child and thinks he's in the right; that's about the point where we stop finding him funny and instead think he's a right old git. But OH, how we love watching "Be Prepared," how we love seeing him toy with and tease people, and how we relish how much FUN Jeremy Irons is clearly having with every SYLLABLE of his dialogue. With Twisted Wonderland, the whole point of the "villains" of Night Raven is they really aren't villains at all. They're not always good people, but they aren't always bad, either. They all have sad and sympathetic origin stories, they all have understandable reasons for why they do the terrible things they do, and we like to see how they learn from their mistakes and even become friends and helpers to us. They are rounded, flawed people, not demons or lost causes. Your OC should be the same: someone the audience can understand on a fundamental level and find a way to latch onto. These characters can be dangerous, at times downright evil, but they should also be characters we care about: that's a BIG part of their identity, pretty much universally. Going back to Scar: with Leona, the first big change for his character is that he

legitimately cares for his family. Yes, he's annoyed by his nephew, and yes, he resents his big brother, but he makes it clear (perhaps without trying to, because Chernabog forbid he ADMITS having empathy) he does still love them. That, ultimately, above all else, is what separates him from his inspiration: Scar will kill and backstab anyone and enjoy it. Leona still has the capacity to care about other living creatures. Find what makes your inspiration tick, and then "twist" it up: if they're greedy, WHY are they greedy? If they're gluttons, is there anything you can add to that? If you can't find a way to justify your character, then you should probably consider trying a different one. Also, do try to stick with Disney characters. I guess there's nothing to say you can't do other franchises and such, but it feels like cheating to me to include non-Disney properties in a place like this. Then again, Disney freaking owns HALF THE BLOODY PLANET at this point, so that won't be too hard, I guess. :P Anyway...one last word of note: one very hard part is finding a way to make your character unique. I've come to find people have actually made a few different Kaa OCs, but none are the same as Nakoda. If you're familiar with people doing a lot of different versions of the same character, then make sure you're doing something that is truly your own: don't just riff off of someone else's work. Nako may be based on the same character as some of those others, but he's aaallllll mine. If you're not aware of it...then don't worry about it! Don't look it up, don't be discouraged, don't fret! Trust me, the more you freak out about if other people have had the same idea, the less inclined you'll be to try, and/or the more influenced you'll be. Just do what YOU like best. On top of that, be careful your character isn't too similar to other characters within the TW universe: one of the reasons I haven't and likely may not ever make a Shere Khan OC is because, as of now, I don't really know what I'd do with Shere Khan that other characters don't already have, on several levels. I love Shere Khan - he's one of my favorite Furry Preds - but I don't know what I'd do to make him all my own and make him different from both the canon cast and the OCs I've already planned or created. Again, you want your character to stand out and be all your own, as well as fitting for this universe. After all that...it's all aesthetics. Their powers, their designs, their names...maybe you have those ideas first, maybe you don't know yet. It doesn't really matter where you start - Billy and Nako both started with plot concepts, Eli and Reno both started with a desire to make OCs based on certain characters - but the basic idea is, what makes a TW OC interesting is this blend of elements: they need to be unique, and they need to be understandable, and they need to fit the rules and ideas of this world. I could say SO much more, but this post is lengthy enough, and I'm under medication, so I've probably been rambling for too long as it is. 'XD If you have any other questions I can answer more easily, you're always welcome to send them along.

#ask #answer #twisted wonderland #ocs #disney #writing

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curiousstrawberry · 4 years ago

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Art recap 2020

i was tagged by @dep-yo-tee and @dorkousloris to do the art recap so let’s goooo (also thanks for tagging me ily <3)

i’m not sure who to tag so here we go @moon-sugar @impossible-rat-babies @watcherwarden @briarfox13 please feel free to ignore this no pressure

Artworks 2020 in total: lol no idea? enough i guess? less than I’d like but enough.

New things I tried: asldkjsldkajd listen listen there’s not much new I tried. Oh well, I did try to make the lineart thicker and change coloring and light a little

I mean both are fine but I’m having so much fun with thicker lines and simpler shading. (Also the picure is of twc Morgan)

Artwork I spent the most time on: mmmm the art i spend most time on and is my favorite drawing and I’m most proud of won’t be posted cause it was a gift so let’s have different one I’m really proud of and spend lots time on and that’s a drawing of cr Fjord. Listen i love drawing armor so fucking much idk why i dont draw it more often. I really love making lil details on clothes, or generally when drawing characters its really fun

Favorite thing I drew: well the answer is above but also this one. It’s bit cropped but still my fave. One of the first time actually playing with the new style a bit. (My oc from Hades because why not)

then of course whenever I draw Desi it’s my fave. I mean honestly i love drawing her so any picture of hers? Instant fave. The one bellow is one of my top fave drawings despite the fact she doesn’t look exactly how I imagine her in there but fuck it it’s pretty picure.

First artwork of the year: oh boy, it’s different one than i’m going to post but this one i actually am more proud of even though I should redraw it very soon cause I miss them a whole lot so just gonna have my brain cooperate one day maybe :D Quinn and Desi,

Quinn belongs to @dep-yo-tee <3

the last art of year: the last art is morgan (aka the first picture above) but since I already showed that one. Let’s go with different one and that’s Desi because i say so

#art recap #thank you guys for tagging me #myart #shouldve posted it on artblog but whatever #long post #ok to rb if you want

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decision-paralysis · 4 years ago

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saw some other lads on here do this sorta thing, so here’s a little review of all the art i made in 2020! had a lot of fun with my art over the last few months, and i’m hoping to continue producing cool stuff this year. i’d originally planned to just display one thing per month but i couldn’t really make up my mind! under the cut i’m going to talk about my 2021 plans some more!

towards the back end of 2020, i kinda struggled to keep up with my daily art posts. usually, the stuff that i have the most fun making doesn’t really line up with art that i can produce quickly. its a difficult situation, on the one hand i want to do more large and/or experimental projects, but on the other they take a lot of time to complete.

because of all this, what i’m posting is going to change slightly:

- i’ll do more work-in-progress posts, like the revali one from a few days ago. this gives me a bit more time to work on larger stuff since i get a few posts outta it. i also find that taking a break from a particular artwork helps me to find the problems with it and improve it more.

- sometimes, my daily post will just be a small improvement on a previous artwork. i often make little adjustments to my art after it’s posted and i spot more mistakes or opportunities, which never see the light of day. sharing these will help bulk out my output, and also seeing how art can be improved by small changes is fun and shows improvements to my own skill!

- i'll do more pixel dailies challenges. they definitely help to get me out of my comfort zone and try out new things, but i also want to get a lot faster at doing them. i’m gonna do most of these using a palette from Lospec to save some time on colour choices, but i think most of my speed improvements will just come from practice.

- i want to make more original artwork that’s not based on particular fandoms, and build up a little roster of OC’s. i only have a few small ideas for this so far, but creating my own little worlds with distinct styles sounds like a lot of fun.

- i want to do more environmental art, like my capsule corp artwork. it’s probably my main weakness right now, since all the characters i draw end up on blank backgrounds. also environments are just so much fun to fill up with little details.

- more of a side note here, but i also want to get more involved in the community here. since starting pixel art, i’ve talked with a couple people that i met through this site, and it’s been a lot of fun every time.

oh also i’m gonna be taking a little break from posting fresh art early january since i’ve got some exams coming up that i really should study for. well i think that’s pretty much all i had to say about my 2021 plans. thanks for reading my ramblings, i really hope you have a happy new year!

links to all the featured art: Piranha Plant (Mario/Smash Bros.)

Toshinori Yagi (My Hero Academia)

Fumikage Tokoyami (My Hero Academia)

Smirnoff Bottle

Piccolo (Dragon Ball)

Merged Zamasu (Dragon Ball)

Dragon Ball NES RPG Mock-Up

Imperfect Cell (Dragon Ball)

Zagreus (Hades)

DQXI Hero (Dragon Quest/Smash Bros.)

Stardew Valley Style Piccolo

Megaera (Hades)

Stardew Valley Style Zagreus (Hades/Stardew Valley)

Capsule Corp. (Dragon Ball)

Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

Sephiroth (Final Fantasy/Smash Bros.)

Pixel Dailies: “Power Source”

Pixel Dailies: “Reindeer”

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

All For One (My Hero Academia)

Urbosa (Legend of Zelda)

Revali (Legend of Zelda)

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sunflowersunshinevol6 · 4 years ago

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Pomegranate

Part One

Pairing: Harry Styles x OC

Warnings: gang activity, drinkng

Summary: A retelling of the myth of Hades and Persephone with a modern mob twist.

Word Count: 4.1k

Stephanie has spent the first twenty four years of her life sht in away from the world by her worriesome mother, who refuses to let anyone hurt her daughter after her lovr abandoned them. But when Harry Styles, one of the big three Olympi ‘brothers’, stumbles upon her, he has to have her, at whatever cost

A/N: I really loved this one. It’s one of my favorites. I hope you guys enjoy it. PLEASE send me feedback, questions and asks are always appreciated. Love you all!

“What if the real story was completely different? What if it was Persephone in control and not Hades at all? What if she was bored of the flowers, discontent with her situation and wanted to make more of her life than the grass and trees could offer her?”

-Nikita Gill

24 years ago

Demetra shook as the tears rolled down her face. Her fingers flexing on the steering wheel as she watched Zeke kiss Hellen again. Every look of fondness, every touch, was another stab to her broken heart.

She watched them enter their home, as the door shut all the promises he had made to her falling down all around her, she placed a hand on her swelling belly, rubbing in smooth and slow circles. She hated him. She hated men.

“I promise you little one….You will never ever feel this pain.” she narrowed her eyes as she put her car in drive. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Present Day

“Find me in the garden there, meet my eyes with lovely stare, take my heart and take my love, a wonder of my life,” Stephanie sang quietly to herself as she brushed her long black hair. Today was an important day for her and she wanted to look her best, it was the day her mother would be bringing her into the family business and teaching her how to run it. She gazed at her face in the ornate gold mirror on her vanity, studying her features, trying to gauge if she looked like a mature woman or rather a scared little girl.

She felt like a scared little girl.

The family business was ruthless, cutthroat. And she had never been one for cruelty, she had a kind soul as her mother would say. But a kind soul could weaken the Kingdom they built, and as a woman, this high up, anyone was looking for an excuse to snatch the Kingdom keys from them.

Stephanie had never been told exactly what it was her mother did, but she knew people feared her. Overhearing phone conversations and hiding under the table at dinner parties, she heard the way people spoke to her and the way she spoke to them. She knew what her mother did was dangerous and she knew it was a big responsibility for her, to make sure she held the Kingdom up with as much grace and cutthroat as her mother did.

She just wasn’t sure she had it in her.

“Never trust men. Men are cruel, evil. Once they get what they want from you, they toss you aside.” her mother brushed her fingers along Stephanie’s cheek fondly. “That’s why I have to keep you hidden away. To keep you safe.”

Her mother’s words rang in her mind.

She never knew her father. Her mother never spoke of him. The only thing she knew was that he headed an organization that worked in conjunction with theirs. She didn’t know if he knew of her existence or if he and her mother ever worked directly together. Any attempts to ask about him were shut down swiftly and harshly.

“Stephanie?” her mother’s voice rang through the door, accompanied by a light knock. Stephanie stood, smoothing down her pink and yellow sundress as Demetra opened the door. “Oh look at you.” she smiled wide, making Stephanie feel proud, Demetra locked her arm through her daughter’s, pulling her out of the room. “Are you excited today?”

“Yeah, it’ll be nice to go out and see what you do.” Demetra was an overprotective mother. When Zeke, Stephanie’s father, went back to his wife and abandoned them, she vowed her daughter would never experience the hurt and rejection she had faced. And so, Stephanie had been homeschooled, had limited access to the outside world and people. Her friends were her books and her films. She had been hidden away.

A guard stood outside the front door, and one stood next to a white buick with the backdoor open. Stephanie held her mother’s hand as they walked to the car.

“Hi!” Stephanie said pleasantly, the guard only nodded, shutting the door after Demetra climbed in beside her daughter.

“The Warehouse please.” she said to the driver. The man started the car and Stephanie looked outside with fascination.

“I’ve never left the property before.” she said absentmindedly, Demetra only smiled, extending her hand to her daughter.

“I know you’ve waited years for this.”

-*-*-*-

“What do you mean you can’t find him Niall? That’s your job.” Harry turned away from the boxer practicing, he was going to ring necks if someone didn’t find Hayden, and they better find him fast.

“Look all I know is that Amelia said he was going to Demetra to drop some product off and then he’s going to Zeke. I can text Zeke-”

“No,” Harry interrupted, grabbing his coat, Alan was a winner, he would be the one to bet on in the fight so he wasn’t worried. Business before pleasure. “I’ll go to Demetra’s Warehouse, maybe catch him outside.” he ended the call after Niall said good bye.

Harry had been apart of the Olympi Gang since he came to America. It felt like years ago he’d arrived with dreams of being a musician, but rejection after rejection left him heartbroken and destitute. That’s when he’d met Louis, another Brit from Doncaster,a sassy motherfucker who had helped him learn how to navigate the streets and do what needed to be done to survive. His initiation had been one hell of a beating, but he got that OG tattoo the very next day, busted eye lid, cracked ribs and all. The pain had been worth it. He’d moved up quickly, hustling with his good looks and charm. Zeke had said he was born for this when he finally made him one of the ‘brothers’. He was the youngest-by years. But he had sharp tongue and a wisdom of the streets that couldn’t be matched. He couldn’t even remember why he really came here in the first place.

But only sometimes.

Demetra’s territory was on the other side of the city. Rural area. The last place you’d expect major operations like theirs to go down. But she had a green thumb, and worked her magic in gardens, growing vegetables and fruits, grains, flowers, she single handedly fed the city with her crops, having bought out all the farming land. It was the perfect cover.

-*-*-*-

The car pulled into the warehouse parking lot. ‘Demeter Organics’ was painted in bright red above the warehouse doors, trucks were being loaded, people were walking about here and there. Stephanie was excited and amazed, she had never seen so many people in her life.

“Come on sweetheart,” Demetra said, touching her daughter’s arm lightly as the car door was opened. Stephanie followed her mother out, taking her hand once again as Demetra led the way into the warehouse.

Stephanie was amazed. It was huge, large fluorescent lights hanging overhead, people standing at tables or on forklifts, lifting and loading boxes, shelves stacked high with an assortment of things. As Stephanie looked around she could see many of the people were manufacturing weapons. Demetra cleared her throat, grabbing her daughter’s attention.

“I know this must all be overwhelming for you,” she said, walking Stephanie down between the isles of workers. No one dared look up, everyone continuing to work hard as they walked by. “I want you to know I’m not a bad person. When your father and I started this years ago...This,” she waved at the workers around them. “Is what we had to do to survive. To thrive….All of it for you.” She smiled at her daughter. “But as the years past I was able to step out on my own. To create something of great value to this city and the world.” The stopped outside another door. Demetra turned to Stephanie, taking her daughter’s hands in hers. “Are you ready?” she asked. Stephanie’s hard was pounding.

“Im ready mom.” a guard opened the door behind them. It creaked and groaned as it moved, the warm summer breeze hitting Stephanie’s face, as sunlight shone in.

“Welcome to the garden Stephie,” her mother pulled her outside.

Two large greenhouses stood side by side. Men in white suits with netted hats, tended to bees just to the left of them and beyond that was fields of vegetation. Tractors pulled and people picked fresh food and flowers, working at benches to clean and package the fruit. The smell in the air, the heavy scent of flower perfumes invaded her senses. She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face.

“It’s beautiful.” she whispered in awe. Demetra wrapped an arm around her, kissing the side of her head.

“I know I’ve been difficult. But everything I’ve done was to protect you.” She let go of her. “But now I think you’re old enough. All this,” she waved a hand at the beauty around her. “It’s yours. The workers work for you. Everything but the business deals and contracts you are in control of.” She looked around in wonder.

“Thank you momma.” she hugged her mother tightly, burying her face in her shoulder.

“Hello Ms. Demetra.” Stephanie turned her head to see an older woman with thinning white hair and wrinkles walked up to them. She shook Demetra’s hand, before turning her grey eyes to Stephanie. “You must be Stephanie. Pretty as a lily you are,” her hand felt rough and hard, she was a woman used to hard laboring.

“Hello,” Stephanie chirped with a grin. Demetra watched her daughter with fondness.

“This is Annabeth. She’ll be working directly under you. Whenever you have a question or need something go to her.” Stephanie nodded, glancing behind her mother to see a security guard approaching.

“Ms. Demetra, Hayden is here to see you.” Demetra let go of her daughter.

“Alright. Set him in my office,” she touched Stephanie’s cheek gently. “Are you going to be alright?” Stephanie nodded, stepping back away from her mother.

“I’ll be fine. I want to explore the garden if that’s alright?” Demetra chuckled.

“Of course.I’ll find you when we’re done.”

-*-*-*-

Harry pulled up at the back of the Warehouse. Whenever he came to visit Demetra, he always went through the garden entrance. Something about it felt so comforting and familiar. Maybe it had to do with his mom, he wasn’t sure, but Demetra could be a handful and he needed the walk to relax.

Soft giggling met his ears when he shut the car door. It was a beautiful sound, like a melody. he looked over into the sunflowers, blooming proudly and felt himself take in a sharp breath.

The girl was like a vision. He watched as she walked through the flowers, touching them gently, with reverence, her long dark curls flowing behind her. She was barefoot, in a pink and yellow dress, it was the simplest thing, and it made his heart pound. Never had he felt that way before.

He didn’t realize he had approached her until she gasped, startled by his appearance.

“I’m sorry,” he said, she had beautiful dark eyes and full pouty lips that were turned down as she frowned at him. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She smiled, “It’s alright.” he liked that it met her eyes, he watched her visibly relax. “Do you work here? In the garden?” he shook his head.

“No. Actually I’m here to see Demetra.” he stepped closer, unable to keep much distance from her. There was something warm and safe about her. He wanted to be around her and feel like this always.

“She’s talking with Hayden right now.” So he is here. That was good. Harry could see the freckles beneath her eyes, that crossed the bridge of her nose. His hand twitched, he wanted to touch her, caress her face, play with her hair. Was this what love at first sight was? He hoped so. He smiled down at her. It was small and private. Just for her.

"What is your name?" He asked, reaching up to brush his fingers against her rosy cheek. He couldn't help it, he hadn't meant to. But there was something about her that made him weak. Weak in the knees. He would do whatever she asked, no request was to great.

"Stephanie. I'm Demetra's daughter."

"Oh?" He was surprised, "I didn't know she had a daughter." The girl blushed, looking away from him and down at her feet. She was good. So sweet.

"She kept me hidden very well." There was slight pause, he studied her features, big brown doe eyes, looking anywhere but at him, soft pink, pillowy lips, long lashes, she had the cutest little nose, golden brown skin. She was soft. He wanted nothing more than to take her home with him.

"Look at me little one." He put his finger under her chin, tilting her face to look up at him. Their eyes met once more and he watched as her body visibly relaxed at his touch. She was astounding. "You are....a masterpiece." He leaned down, nose brushing against hers. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest-

"Steph!" Harry pulled back sharply as she whipped her head around. Hayden was making his way towards them, a suspicious look on his face.

"Hayden," Stephanie's cheeks were full on red with embarrassment now, hands clasped behind her back. Hayden put a protective arm around her shoulder.

"Your mother asked me to take you to Hollyn. We've been looking for you." He turned his eyes to Harry, stood expressionless. "Harry."

"Hayden....please come see me after you're done here with Demetra. I have some packages for you." His expression changed when he looked back as Stephanie, it softened. "It was lovely to meet you my dear." She smiled. It was breath taking.

"Likewise Mr. Styles." Hayden steered her away, back into the large warehouse, once out of earshot, he gripped her arm.

"You listen to me Stephie. You stay away from him. Understand?"

"But he was so nice. He was kind. Why?"

"Just remember your mother's teachings. And stay away from that man."

Harry called Zeke as soon as he got into his car.

"What?" Zeke's tone was annoyed, Harry heard the whimpering of some poor fool in the background.

"Did you know Demetra had a daughter?" He asked, he heard the sound of bones cracking and a scream of agony.

"Yes. She's my daughter. What of it?" Harry felt his blood run cold. It had taken him years as an affiliate to gain the position he had now, as one of the kingpins of this organization, but he still worked under Zeke. He would have to be careful.

"Nothing I just....I was surprised is all." He finally said, chewing his bottom lip nervously.

"She's beautiful isn't she?" Zeke asked, a fondness Harry had never heard in his tone before.

"Yeah. She really is."

"Harry? Do you like where you are? Your position in my family?"

"Yes. I'm grateful for it. I worked hard you know that."

"I do." Zeke hummed. "So let me give you some advice. You want to last long with us, you stay away from my daughter."

-*-*-*-

The ride to Hollyn’s house was quiet.” Stephanie thought about what Hayden had said. He didn’t press the issue and when they said good bye to her mother he didn’t mention their encounter with Harry Styles. So she kept silent, hand on her chin, gazing out the window and soaking in the new sights all around her.

Hollyn lived in a little cottage in a neat suburban area. There was a lake and forest behind her house. When Stephanie was little she would bring trinkets and spells for her that she made herself. And pictures of the cottage so she could picture it in her mind. She was a self proclaimed witch and healer but was also Stephanie’s God mother and dearest friend.

“We’re here.” Hayden said. He pulled up beside the cottage. It was cobblestoned, ivy climbing high up the side, the terrace wrapped in blood red roses, shrubs covered the front yard, a willow tree hanging over the roof. And fairy lights, leading all the way up to the house.

“Wow.” Stephanie whispered, going to unbuckle her seatbelt.

“Stephi.” Hayden put his hand over hers, she looked up into his hazel eyes. “You know...I’ve known you for years...what I said about Harry...I just want to keep you safe.” Stephanie leaned forward, kissing his cheek lightly.

“I know Hayden. My mom couldn’t have gotten on without you. I love you too.” With that she hopped out of the car, bounding up the steps to her Godmother’s house.

-*-*-*-

“Did you know Demetra had a daughter?” Harry asked Niall. They sat in his living room, watching football, Niall shrugged, taking a sip of his beer.

“I mean, doesn’t everyone in this bloody gang have kids?” Harry rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious.” He couldn’t get her out of his head. “Nobody even knew. How fucking crazy is that? She kept her hidden.”

“Not to be an ass but why do you care so much?”

“I don’t.” Harry defended, he could feel himself blushing, Niall giving him a knowing smile. He licked his lips. “She’s Zeke’s daughter.” Niall raised his eyebrows at that.

“My advice as your friend then...stay the hell away from her H. That can and will only bring trouble.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Harry snorted. “I just wondered if you knew.” They watched the rest of the game quietly, only commenting on it here and there. When it was over Niall stood up to leave.

“You doin’ the ball thing tonight?” Harry rolled his eyes. Of course he was. He was one of the Big Three. Any major event he would be in attendance. “You bringing Marlene with you?” Marlene. The girl he fucked on the regular. Not his girlfriend, but familiar enough she usually went with him to events like the Ball.

“Of course.” Harry said. Niall gave him a cheeky grin.

“Just checking.”

Alone with himself Harry’s thoughts went back to Stephanie. The way his stomach flipped when he pictured her face made his hands twitch. Why did he have to want the one person he could never have.

-*-*-*-

“Welcome home Stephi.” Hollyn said, embracing her Goddaughter gently. Stephanie held onto her, breathing in the familiar smells of Frankincense and lavender. She felt like she was home.

Hollyn was older, around Demetra’s age. Her hair was jet black, tight curls that ran down her between her shoulder blades, and was always frizzy. Never one for makeup, her skin was smooth and soft, albeit there were some crows feet around her brown eyes. She always wore tank tops and long flowing skirts, gems dangled off her body. She was the most magical person Stephanie knew.

The house smelled of patchouli and sage. Plants grew and hung all over the place. Stephanie felt an odd calmness fall over her as Hollyn led her to the living room. She took the Laz-boy, while Hollyn sat on the couch.

“So how are you? Today was your first day off the grounds.” Hollyn smiled. She loved Demetra dearly, but felt her helicopter parenting style was harmful. It broke her heart to never be able to take Stephi anywhere. A real life Rapunzel, except her mother wasn’t evil, just afraid.

“It was so exciting!” Stephanie gushed, her face lighting up. She talked about the garden and her mother believing she could do a good job managing it and how she couldn’t wait to get started.

“It’s all so new I just...I want her to be proud.” Hollyn smiled.

“I’m glad Stephi. Truly.”

“Hollyn?” Stephanie asked nervously. “Do you know who Harry Styles is?” she watched Hollyn stiffen, she sighed, setting her cup of tea down.

“I do….You met him today?” Stephanie nodded. “You like him don’t you?”

“N...No! Of course not!” Hollyn chuckled, amused at how red her Goddaughter’s face went.

“I would never tell you what to do. You’re a woman now. You make your choices but,” Hollyn lifted a finger, a small smile on her lips. “I caution you my dear. Just be careful. I’ve heard things. Though I’ve never met him, so who’s to say they’re true. I just ask you to use your head as well as your heart.”

“You make it sound like we’re dating.” Stephanie said playfully. Hollyn shrugged.

“Call it an old woman’s intuition.” she laughed. “Now,” she stood up, walking around to extend her hand to Stephanie. “Did your mother tell you why I wanted you here?” she shook her head. “The Summer ball is tonight. And you, my darling, are going.” Hollyn flinched as Stephanie let out a squeal, throwing herself at her Godmother.

“How many strings did you have to pull?!” Hollyn nuzzled Stephanie’s nose affectionately.

“A true witch never tells.”

-*-*-*-

Harry checked himself over in the mirror. A lavender colored suit with black velvet flower designs. He liked this one a lot. He was adjusting his pants when a soft knock on the door let him know his date had arrived.

Marlene was a lower level dealer, but she was cute and they had met at a party about a year or so back. She was blonde, with green eyes and beautiful red lips. Some likened her to Marilyn Monroe. Harry didn’t really care, she was a good fuck.

“Hey.” Marlene leaned up to kiss him, sighing when he cupped her cheek and kissed her back, but he wasn’t into it. Stephanie’s face flashed in his mind and he wondered what it would be like if he had kissed her. How soft would her lips be?

“Hello love,” Harry said, pulling back to take a look at her. Red bodycon dress, with matching pumps and a clutch, didn’t really match him, but they weren’t a thing so that didn’t matter.

“You ready to go?” she asked. “The driver is waiting downstairs. Harry nodded, locking his apartment behind him.

The balls were usually held at Zeke and Hellen’s home. A mansion on the outskirts of town in a gated community. Harry could have been their neighbor. But he liked his little loft apartment and the noise the city made at night.It was his lullaby.

The house was already bustling with activity, lights shining in the driveway as couples chatted, and butlers served horderves. The gang would have these parties once every season, to bring the ‘family’ all together and to discuss how the business was running,the profit turns and fatalities.

Hollyn squeezed Stephanie’s hand as their car pulled up outside of Zeke and Hellen’s house.

“You look beautiful.” Hollyn complimented her. Stephanie took a shaky breath.

“I’m nervous.” she confessed. Hollyn chuckled, brushing hair back out of her Goddaughter’s face.

“Don’t be. You’ve got this.”

The Ball was in full swing. Harry stood with Marlene on his hip, talking politely with Zayn and his girlfriend. A few more minutes of chatter and maybe he could convince Marlene it was time for them to head back to his place. He had some big shipments coming up and exhaustion wouldn’t be an excuse if he fucked things up.

“Oh my God.” Gigi gasped, she was pointing at someone behind the group. “Who’s that?” when Harry turned, he had to force his jaw not to drop to the floor.

It was Stephanie, Demetra’s daughter, coming down the staircase with Hollyn, arm in arm. She wore a simple white dress with spaghetti straps and a slit that went just above the knee on the left side. It looked soft, like it was made of silk, white sandals on her feet, her toes and fingers painted a baby pink. Her hair was pulled into a simple messy, but classy bun and the only makeup he could see on her face was the ruby red lip stain on her lips.

Stephanie’s heart was pounding as she ascended the stairs with her Godmother. She held onto Hollyn tightly, terrified she would fall over. She could feel the eyes on her and when she did look up she saw a pair of familiar green eyes staring back at her, her heart fluttered and her lips parted in a silent gasp. Harry looked as handsome as he had in trousers, a black t shirt and sunglasses. She couldn’t help but smile at him and give him a little wave. And her stomach flipped when he gave her the tiniest smile back and winked.

#Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #harry styles friends to lovers #harry styles serial killer au #hs #hs imagine #hs one shot

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auradon-bore-a-don · 4 years ago

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can you tell us more about elysia? about elise?

Hi anon! First off, I just want to say thank you for asking about my OCs! And secondly, sorry I didn't answer this sooner, tumblr doesn't like to show me the notification when I get asks so I didn't see this until today! (Also please note that all of my OC's were made after D1/around D2)

Elysia

Elysia is the daughter of Hades and a mortal woman from the Isle, making her a demi-god. She is named after Elysium/The Elysian Fields, the final resting place of the souls of the heroic and the virtuous in Greek mythology and religion. She's one of the slightly younger VK's at 15 and has her father's signature blue hair. Like many of my OC's, I have a few different story ideas that include her in them so sometimes she is the younger sibling of Hadie, I imagine him to be older in his 20's or so, sometimes she's the younger sister of Evie, as I headcanon her to be the daughter of Hades and the Evil Queen I mean come on her hair is blue for god's sake, and sometimes both. It all depends on the story.

Much like her father, Elysia wears punk rock fashion with lots of chains and her favorite accessories are chockers. Her hair is usually kept short, think Miley Cyrus's short blonde hair style but the top is a bit longer and Hades blue. She's also on the shorter side at 5' 4", but don't let that deceive you, she can and will cut a bitch. I used to have a face claim for her but since then I've developed her character more and as of right now I don't have one. Elysia also has a lot of piercings, including a nose, a few ear, and a tongue piercing. She is also very very gay. She's had a long time crush on her friend Kinsey (the daughter of the Queen and King of Hearts) and while normally she is brash and acts tough, when she's around Kinsey she get all flustered. She has her father's sarcasm as well as his temper and takes no shit from anyone. When she gets angry her normally greyish eyes flash yellow and her hair turns to red just like her dad. Speaking of Hades, he is not like he was in d3, he doesn't think giving his child "daddy issues" will make them better and anyone who thinks other wise can fight me please don't actually fight me Iol

Overall, Elysia is one of my favorite OC's. She can be a little shit, but she's my little shit and I love her for it.

Elise

Elise is the daughter of the Enchantress from Beauty and the Beast. She's the OC who inspired my post about the enchantress from a while ago. I've always been torn between where/what the Enchantress would be doing in the Descendants world. Like Elysia, I have a few different stories ideas for her depending on the plot. Sometimes she's raised by FG and is like a sister to Jane, other times she's on the isle with her mom, and sometimes her mom is missing but she thinks she's just a child of a non-main character. I haven't narrowed down a specific story line for her but most of her is based off of the song Evil from Descendants: Wicked World because when she finds out who her mother is she tries getting revenge on her behalf.

Elise's name doesn't have a specific meaning, I really only chose it because I love that name the same goes for Daphne and it's French in origin. Elise is an older character, usually between 18 and 20 depending on the timeline/story. She's blonde like her mother and her hair is a bit curly/wavy and falls just below her shoulders. She has green eyes and usually wears green regardless of if she knows who her mother is. Her style is a bit more sophisticated, truth be told I don't have a specific style for her just yet, and she tends to work with FG at Auradon Prep.

While Elise isn't quiet a "villain" but it's really fun to have a character who's not just a "good guy" and kinda reverses the arc the Core Four went through in D1.

Thanks again for asking about my OC's! I'm not sure if you're the same anon who asked about two other of my OC's but I'll be posting about them later as well (Kinsey is one of them btw). I could talk about my OC's for hours but I'll stop here for now unless/until someone wants to know more.

If anyone else wants to know more about these OC's or any of my other OC's you can check out the My OCs tag on my blog and send me an ask, I promise I'll try to check my ask box more often lol

#disney descendants #descendants #descendants oc #descendants ocs #descendents #my ocs #my oc: elise #my oc: elysia #long post #ask #asks

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heckpuppyy · 4 years ago

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Congratulations! you now have temporary ownership of the hyper-fixation! Enjoy todays doodles. The Good Shade needs a name, I feel as if that is not in my jurisdiction to give them one.

Aconite has also made an appearance, because everyone needs a friend. (I also doodled a Hecate as she is my OC,{Can a Goddess be a OC?} and it seems fitting to show next to Aconite)

I hope you enjoy my doodles. Thank you for giving me something positive to think about during these times.

SO FIRST LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT HOW I CHECKED MY PHONE ON LUNCH AND S P R I N T E D TO THE BOOKSTORE PATIO SO I COULD CRY ABOUT THIS SKETCH PAGE IN PEACE LIKE THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR DRAWING ACONITE????? SHE LOOKS POSITIVELY W O N D E R F U L IN YOUR STYLE AND YOUR HECATE IS ABSOLUTE GUNNA BE THE ONE SHE WORKS WITH. I LOVE HER BUST DESIGN AND IF YOU EVER FULLY DRAW HER I WOULD LOVE TO SEE HER. UNDERWORLD’S #1 BOSS HECK HADES.

OKAY ME GUSHING ASIDE I L O V E your GS. Their hair is so fluffy and I 100% agree she looks so incredibly friend shaped. I haven’t really thought about giving the GS in the AU a name since I’ve started trying to write in second person, and have mostly stuck to calling them Shade as a default? Idk I am so incredibly open for suggestions tho!

Also the Shadegreus smooch in the corner gave me such heart flutters I’m so full of love. Thank you so much for this incredible surprise! I hope I can continue to make you happy!

#kellygerogia101 #Shade Art #The Good Shade #The Good Shade AU #Zagreus #Zagreus Hades #Hades game #HAdes Supergiant #I literally cannot get over this #Thank you so so much #gifts for me #Submission #Aconite the Dog #submission

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missblissy · 5 years ago

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OC x Alastor “It’s a Deal?”

Her face never changed once while she sat there, nor did her body language or the air she carried herself with. And how long could she just... Sit there and listen to these people? Wasn’t this supposed to be Hell, ruled by Lucifer himself? So why on earth did she dare call herself a Queen? And how was she even allowed such a title?

Alastor was clueless, he hadn’t an idea what was going on. But he watched from the sidelines, behind one of the pillars of her throne room. He raised a brow as one subject left, then another came running in. How many people did she rule over? What kind of Overlord took pity on their subjects? What kind of Overlord protected their subjects? She was an odd one, peculiar, and... Quite frankly more entertaining to watch than the souls perishing just outside her territory.

And this land? This territory she ruled over, looked as if it could be earth. The grass was green, flowing in waves, the air was warm and the sun was shining in blue skies. Maybe it didn’t help that Alastor had only been in Hell for about three weeks now, sure he was on a role, killing Overlords left and right... But she? He couldn’t defeat her- she was the only one that could beat him. And how could she? What made her so strong?

Who was Fiota, Queen of the Succubi, Overlord of Limbo? She was tall, and quite beautiful, even for Alastor’s standards. He didn’t often notice the beauty in people, or even really care for that matter. But he just couldn’t look away from her. Her fair skin was as white as snow or sheet of paper, with round rosey red cheeks hidden under bright and lovely eyes in the shade of pink. She looked majestic, stoic, and most of all, powerful. She truly was a demon, with her bouncy blonde curls hiding a pair of long and sharp horns that curled behind her head.

“Your highness,” Another lost soul welcomed themselves into her palace home. She lived like a Queen in a palace straight out of the Golden Ages of Ancient Greece. The soul bowed in respect to her.

“What can I do for you today?” Fiota’s stoic face never changed. She sat on her thrown, looking down at the man before her at the bottom of the steps between them.

“There was a failure on my hand, Your Highness...” The man kept his head hung. Alastor could smell the fear wafting off him, “I am Aeschylus of Sparta, Your Highness, you tasked me with the mission to find Herodotus, however I could not. Hades has changed so much since Lucifer took over, but you do your best to keep The Fields of Elysium as they always were and I thank you greatly for-”

“Get on with it, Aeschylus of Sparta, I do not have all day,” Her words were cold but her face never changed. Not a single emotion was there. All the while, Alastor’s confusion grew even more, why were they speaking about Hell as if it were Hades? And the Fields of Elysium? Wasn’t the first circle of Hell suppose to be Limbo?

“Y-yes! I... I could not find him. Your territory is so large- I... I was gone for weeks and I do not think he is here anymore.”

There was a second when Fiota lifted her brow, then she looked to one of her guards, then to Alastor, her gaze never changing its stoic form. She let out a sigh then gave a small wave of her hand, “You are forgiven,” Everyone let out a collective sigh, especially Aeschylus, “However I can no longer guarantee your safety come the next extermination,” His face dropped at her words, “Leave now, and tell anyone else to go home. We are done here for today.”

Fiota clapped her hands twice and without a second of hesitation, her guards went after that poor man and ushered him out of her sight. She quickly got up from her throne and made her way towards the back of this grand room, to where Alastor was hiding in the shadows.

The second she got close enough, he ran up beside her and followed her lead deeper into her palace home, “Why didn't you just kill him?” Alastor asked her, “I would have slit his throat-”

“I told you,” Fiota didn’t even bother looking at him, she kept her nose high as she walked down these halls, “I do not kill people,”

“You had no problem killing me,”

She snapped her attention towards him, her gaze cold and distant, “I never killed you,” Her words were as sharp as knives and Alastor could see a fire of anger spark within her, “If I did, you wouldn’t be standing here now,”

“Smile, dear,” Alastor grinned while picking up his pace. He skipped a few steps ahead of her, spinning around then walking backwards so he could face her, “I’m only kidding! No need to look so angry!” But her glare never left her face, “Come on, Fiota,” Alastor tried a more natural smile, “I know, you love all life and you would rather spare than kill, because that would make us no better than the angels above, or the big man down here!” His efforts only made her glare at him more, “Fine, fine! Be that way, no fun allowed here!”

She brushed past him easily and went on her way. She almost hoped that he’d leave at this point. It was obvious that she was more powerful than him, and there was no way he could ever beat her. And yet he stilled followed her around.

“I don’t get it!” She winced at the sound of his voice. Alastor was walking beside her again, confusion on his face, “Why don’t you like Lucifer? Is he really that bad?”

Fiota rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to get into it, “He’s exactly what you think he is,” She said, “I want nothing to do with him,”

“But why?” Alastor refused to let this go, “Did he break your heart? Was he the one that got away,”

“Ugh!” She shook her head quickly, “No,” It wasn’t like that at all. She rounded a corner and soon they found themselves in a large and peaceful courtyard. Fiota swallowed down her bitterness and said, “He’s.... he’s the reason why I’m stuck here,”

“In Limbo?” Alastor asked while still following her. He took a second to look around him and notice the massive olive tree growing in the center of this courtyard. Greek-style statues and fountains decorated spots here and there.

“No,” Fiota shook her head, “Here, in Hell,” She stopped her quick-paced walking and stood underneath the shade of the olive tree. The wind rustled each leaf and made the tree sway in the sunlight, “I can never go...” She paused and Alastor could see pain work its way onto her face, “I... I was killed for being his daughter, that’s how I ended up down here.”

“I thought Lucifer only had one daughter? And isn’t she an infant?”

“That would be my sister, Charlotte, who usurped me by birthright,”

Everything was starting to make more sense now. A daughter of Lucifer who was born on earth, murdered by the church for being the spawn of the devil. Alastor could feel the weight in the air, the way Fiota’s cold gaze never left him. No wonder she was so powerful. He had heard rumors of a Forgotten Princess who was stuck in Limbo. He didn’t think that she’d be the Overlord of this place, or even a Queen at that.

Her pain was written all over her face, from the furrow of her brow, to the narrow of her eyes, and falling with her frown, “You know,” Alastor shrugged, “A smile really wouldn’t hurt that face of yours,”

“I don’t smile. Not for strangers,” She really didn’t want to smile, did she?

“But that’s not true,” Alastor said, “I’ve seen you smile before,” There was a wicked evil twisting around in Alastor’s eyes but more than that there was some kind of hope. Fiota gave him an odd look as he spoke on, “You were just this morning. I saw you on your balcony,” And Alastor pointed up and up and towards the top of the palace. Just peeking through the olive branch, Fiota flicked her gaze up and saw the balcony to her room.

“You’re stalking me now?”

“No, no,” Alastor’s grin never left, but he shook his head and waved his fingers in the shape of an ‘x’ back and forth, “I was minding my own business when I just so happened to hear you,” She started to realize what he was talking about. Her eyes grew wide and a red hue traveled across her face, “You know you have a lovely singing voice, you’re like some kind of princess out of a fairy tail. Singing love songs to birds when you think no one is there,”

His grin was cocky, and he looked like he was enjoying himself, “Don’t make it a habit, listening to me,” Fiota pointed a finger at him, “It’s weird. You’re weird,”

“And yet!” He shook a finger in the air and bounce on his tip toes once, “You still didn’t kill me! You could have, oh, you so could have ended my afterlife, just one switch cut of the blade and I’d be!” He ran a finger across his neck and played dead, “Dead as a door nail! Gone forever! And yet here we are,” He smiled wide, “Here I am, weird and totally wacky, and here you are. Talking to me like we’re old pals sharing a laugh about the past,”

“Who’s laughing?” Fiota looked at him while crossing her arms. She had things to do, places to be. How long was he going to keep her here?

“You are!”

“I am not,”

He gave her a grin and wiggle of his brow while leaning towards her, “You can be~” He pressed on, “Just give me a chance, Fiota! Let me make you smile, dear.”

“Don’t call me that,” She crossed her arms tighter and turned away from him, ready to get a move on and back to the task at hand.

But as she turned on her heel, he was already there. She looked behind her, then back to Alastor... How..? His grin grew wider, “Fine then,” He teased, “Your highness, is that better? Come on... please? I promise if I can’t make you laugh, I’ll disappear! Good as gone, yes ma’am!”

What was with this guy? First he insisted on battling her for nearly three weeks straight, trying to steal her territory, then he admits defeat and begs to be taught by her. Now he’s listening to her sing and following her around like a lost dog. Yet here he is, offering to make her laugh, or leave for good.

“Fine,” She said, then held out her hand quickly, “It’s a deal,” Fiota’s hand held great power in it. Magic swarmed to life in her palm, a deep blue color glowed within her fingers as she held her hand out to him. And he didn’t waste a second taking her hand, clasping his own onto hers firmly with the biggest smile on his face.

“It’s a deal then,” Alastor shook her hand then pulled away, eager to win and prove her wrong. He took his hands and fixed his tie, he straightened out his clothes and cleared his throat, “My lady,” He started, “I have a joke for you,”

“A joke?” She lifted a brow. Oh, good god.

“Yes indeed! A joke! A simple one, I swear. I only want to make you smile, your highness,” He gave her a smile then yelled, “I’m going bananas!” Alastor paused as Fiota stared at him with a startled look, taken back by his sudden shout. Then he gave a different kind of smile, a small one as he said, “That’s what I tell the bananas before I leave the house.”

Oh... Oh no. Fiota found herself starting to giggle, it was to late to stop it now. The little chuckles bubbled from her lips as she began to laugh lightly. She tried to hide it behind her hand, she even tried to hide her smile but there was no stopping it.

Alastor watched happily as he won his end of the deal. It wasn’t really about the deal though, he just enjoyed seeing her laugh for once. But on a lucky note, thanks to the deal he won, Fiota could never make him leave her side now. “Laughter is the best medicine,” He nodded his head once while tucking his arms behind his back, “Would you like to hear another joke, your highness?” He asked quickly.

Her giggles died down slightly, her smile still on her face. Fiota looked around and made sure no one else was with them. She bit the corner of her lip and said with a little grin, “Sure, why the hell not.”

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girl-in-the-tower · 5 years ago

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Dorm Prefects as MtG Colours + Requests

Ok, so I know that the number of Magic the Gathering fans that are also Twisted Wonderland fans must be low, but I’ve been playing with this idea in my head for a while now and said ‘screw it! I’m gonna make it anyway!’

For those not aware, MtG is a card game that’s been around for a long time now and there are basically five main colours that each represent a particular type of magic. Those colours are White, Black (the best colour, btw), Blue, Red and Green. They also represent five different ‘philosophies’ (ie, the way in which a person sees the world around them and their relationship to it) and by combining these colours you get even more possible ideologies.

So what I am about to do is to try and match each dorm leader with the colour or colour combo that I think best suits them based on their personality and Unique Magic. Some of them may even have a counterpart in a specific card or playing style which I will mention in this short analysis. (I am excluding Idia, Malleus and Vil from this part given that we don’t know their Unique Magic yet.)

Anyway, I mentioned requests! So basically if your interested in this and are curious to see what ‘philosophy’ best fits your OCs, go ahead and send me a link to your OC or OCs profile(s)! You can also contact me via DMs!

What I’ll do is match your OC with a colour philosophy, give an explanation as to why and try to find either a specific card or playing style that I think is similar to your OC’s Unique Magic.

Now, without further ado, here are the matches for the dorm prefects!

Riddle Rosehearts - Azorius (White/Blue)

Riddle was pretty much the first one that came to mind when I was thinking about this crossover and it became immediately obvious to me that he was an Azorius character. Why? Because it is the colour of ‘structure’ achieved through order (White) and knowledge (Blue). Basically, Azorius people believe that happiness can be achieved through adherence to rules and regulations.

Riddle is obviously a model student who made it a point to learn all the rules that Queen of Hearts has instated and he literally Overblots due to people not following said rules.

Moreover, both White and Blue are the colours most likely to lock down an enemy. White has ‘Pacifism’ which makes it so your creatures can’t attack or block anymore, while Blue has counterspells which basically kill your card before it has the chance to enter the battlefield. It basically leaves you completely defenseless to their attack, which reminded me of his Unique Magic.

Azul Ashengrotto - Dimir (Black/Blue)

Azul was the second character that came to mind, as his philosophy was a pretty good match for Dimir. Like I said before, Blue is the colour of knowledge and those that are characterized by it are often people who possess an intrinsic need to understand things as well as finding other people’s secrets. Black seeks power and independence. Black players always seek to subvert things to their benefit, so the overlap between these two colours can be pretty high.

As we all know Azul is the type of character that uses knowledge to advance and his main concern is to gain power. His whole backstory is about how he used other people’s desires for his own benefit with magic that he learned for that express purpose.

Dimir has a few archetypes, but the one I had in mind for Azul would be the ‘Surveil’ mechanic. Surveil basically let’s you look at the top cards of your deck and lets you decide whether you want to keep it or trash it for something better that may come along. Moreover it has cards such as ‘Thief of Sanity’ which lets you steal from your opponent’s cards and use them as your own.

Leona Kingscholar - Rakdos (Black/Red)

Leona was a bit difficult to pin down, because while I was sure he would fit in with the Black philosophy, he wasn’t 100% in sync with it either. Black’s main concern is independence, which makes it similar to its neighbour on the colour wheel, Red. Red, as the colour of passion, seeks to avoid coercion and pressure from outside sources. Rakdos as a result characterizes people that are dismissive of society’s standards and pretty much just march at the beat of their own drum.

Like I said, Leona is a good fit for Black because he is cunning and uses underhanded techniques to achieve what he wants. But he also is surprisingly passionate and impulsive at times and it’s clear that he dislikes people interfering with his way of life.

Rakdos does not have any particular cards that would fit Leona’s magic, but the main strategy of Rakdos players is to beat their opponent into submission through sacrifices. There are a big number of creatures whose main job is to get killed and then inflict additional damage upon the opponent in order to reduce their life points. You just need to be smart about what to sacrifice and when.

Kalim Al Asim - Selesnya (White/Green)

Kalim was also a pretty easy fit for Selesnya, as he matched quite well the White philosophy. Though White is the colour of order, it is also the colour of peace. White is often said to be suffering from ‘good guy syndrome’ in that it has a very low number of ways to actually kill an opponent’s creatures. The best they can do is pacify it, exile it or imprison it temporarily. Green meanwhile is the colour of harmony as it seeks to live life according to the natural order of things. Selesnya places a big emphasis on community and they both believe in the greater group taking precedence.

Kalim immediately brought to mind this notion of suffering from ‘good guy syndrome’, as well being very big on community. He is the sort of person that doesn’t seem to stress out over smaller stuff and is ready to just accept things as they are.

The biggest similarity with Kalim’s magic would be White’s hexproof ability, basically it prevents an opponent from targeting your creature with a spell, and the prevalence of creatures with Lifelink, which means that when that creature does damage the players gains life equal to the damage done. Oasis Maker is said to have healing properties which reminds me of these two concepts, as it seems to cure ailments and fatigue, much like White would protect a creature from being killed.

Idia Shroud - Simic (Green/Blue)

Idia was another difficult character to pin down (not as difficult as Vil or Malleus, but still). He obviously fits in the Blue philosophy which is characterized by progress, knowledge and technology, but also has some Green traits too, as it is the colour of preservation and restraint. Simic combines these two notions and creates a philosophy whose main goal is to improve upon the already present foundation. In its view, change is natural and technology merely speeds up the change that it would inevitably go through.

Idia’s talent for tinkering is in line with the Blue philosophy, but him being based on Hades, the Greek God of the Underworld, also brings to mind the colour Green. Yes, Black is the one associated with death, but the Underworld wasn’t only Tartarus, it was the Elysium too. For me, Idia embodies that notion of preserving life through the intervention of technology.

Malleus Draconia - Bant (Green/White/Blue)

Malleus was hard. I’m not gonna lie. Dragon boy has a lot of traits, but none that really stuck me as belonging to any particular colour combo. So I decided to approach this differently. Instead of thinking about which colour best fit him, I thought about which colour didn’t and the answer I came with is Black and Red. Black is the colour of those that work only in their self-interest and Red is too extroverted for someone like him. Malleus seems to me more of a White person, he’s a good guy and even a dork in some instances, with a bit of Blue as well since he’s a fairy with a bigger lifespan than normal humans, so he must know a lot of things even at a young age. But he didn’t really fit the Azorius character either and it seemed to me that the missing element would be Green, which is the colour of maturity and serenity.

Bant people can be characterized by a calm and patient attitude. They are certain of the stability that they posses and work towards evolving and bettering themselves through the acquisition of knowledge about the world around them. The colour that is primary for Malleus is Green, as it centers the other two quite well.

Vil Schoenheit - Grixis (Red/Blue/Black)

Vil was hard too, but after I applied the same thought process that I did for Malleus, I realized that his main colours would be Black, Blue and Red. Black is the colour of independence, as mentioned before, and while Red’s passionate search for authenticity compliments it well, it needed to have Blue’s quest for perfection added in order to properly represent Vil’s character.

Vil is definitely concerned with expressing himself and going against society’s restrictive norms, but he is too focused on perfection for Rakdos’ taste, which revels in chaos. Instead he fits with Blue, whose personal goal is to achieve excellence through knowledge. Similarly Vil excels in potions and is often looking for way to expand his knowledge regarding beauty.

#twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #idia shroud #azul ashengrotto #leona kingscholar #vil shoenheit #malleus draconia #kalim al asim #so yeah #I spend a lot of time on this #colour philosophy

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tzalmavet · 5 years ago

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Do you have a specific page detailing who each Groke is? I keep seeing all these characters and I dont know who is who

I don’t! Not yet, at least. Some of the confusion is probably because half of these grokes I’ve been posting were made up by Lee @tiamatdragongod, whom I’ve been DMing lots in the meantime.

Lee can probably tell you more about their OCs in depth, but I can cover all these grokes real quick to clear things up a bit!

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My grokes:

Mutter, the Grokemama: An enormous, ruddy-brown groke, with a tassel-like tail tuft. Abandoned as an infant due to her father’s untimely death and her mother’s incapacity to look after her. A lifetime of negligence and harsh survival has permanently stunted her language and coordination skills. In a rare moment of empathy, she adopted two abandoned children, a whomper/mumrik hybrid and a snork, who grew to adulthood under her care and think of her as a mother.She actually has no name, so both of her titles are nicknames I use for clarity’s sake. My most comprehensive post on her is here.

Ember: Mutter’s father, relatively short and a brighter red than his daughter. Got separated from his parents when he fell off a cliff into a river, and afterwards grew cold and cynical over time. Used to get his warmth by sitting on chimneys and sneaking into fireplaces. Fell in love with Midnight, and proceeded to gradually lose his mind as she failed to respond to his affections. He neglected his own health to care for her and the newborn Mutter, and died after falling into a hole full of jagged rocks.

Raven/Midnight: Mutter’s mother, huge, pitch black, broad-shouldered, and heavily scarred. A monstrous, virtually mindless groke who’s only still alive out of luck and a long-forgotten echo of a refusal to give up. Is even worse off than her daughter, mentally and physically. Used to be jam-packed full of weapons people had attacked her with, until Ember pulled them all out. Once had two siblings, but they’re both dead now.Her birth name is “Raven”, but she doesn’t remember it. I call her “Midnight” since the girl she could’ve been is basically dead. I’ve talked the most on Midnight and Ember’s little relationship here.

Storm: Midnight’s mother, an exceptionally tiny groke with a grey body, black points, and bright green eyes. Named herself, and used to warm herself by attracting lightning strikes. Met and married another groke named “Rook”, and they lived in luxury for a while since she’d stolen precious metals over the years for their electroconductive properties. She died after complications resulting from a lightning strike, as being warm meant she was no longer immune to being hurt by them.

Rook: Midnight’s father, a stoic, rather small black groke with blue points and yellow eyes. Used to warm himself by catching people, draining their body heat, and running off before they caught hypothermia. Hid his anxieties behind an intimidating exterior. He and Storm disguised themselves as non-grokes so they could enter towns without trouble. He quickly fell apart after Storm and two of his children died, and was forced to leave baby Raven behind when the local townsfolk discovered his true nature and attacked his home.

Snowdrift: Ember’s mother, a big, fat, fluffy white groke with light grey and dark red points. Very round, and very friendly. Loves to smile and laugh. Used to be an angry, sulky, dangerous person until she met her husband Timber and was warmed up.

Timber: Ember’s father, a woodsy-brown groke with a lighter-colored tummy and yellow eyes. Used to warm himself by lingering near fires, pretending to be logs or trees, and running away if noticed. Loves his wife, Snowdrift, and is a much happier groke because of her. He looks shorter than her, but it’s actually her long fur making her look taller, and they’re the same size.

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And Lee’s grokes:

Grokemaiden/Grokematron: A greyish-green groke with yellow tinging the tuft or her tail, and another tuft on her head. Has a loving, happy, highly empathetic nature. Her parents were desperately afraid of her becoming cold, and she’s led a very sheltered life. Upon growing up and learning of her parents’ pasts, and the plight of grokes in general, she takes the name “Grokematron” and opens an orphanage, seeking to reduce the suffering in the world.She later meets a mymble named Alois, and eventually marries her.

Thistle, a Grokepapa: Grokemaiden’s father, a huge, greenish-grey and heavily muscular groke striped with old battle scars. Unlike most grokes, he can rarely stand to wear a dress or walk on two legs. Has a highly wary, cautious nature, but loves his family very deeply. He was left at an orphanage by his father shortly after being born, and proceeded to be mistreated by the staff; he eventually fled after a bullying incident led him to snap and kill the headmistress’s son. He lived like a miserable monster for years until he met Lily, who saved him from bleeding out from a wound left by a recent attempt on his life.

Lily, a Grokemummy: Grokemaiden’s mother, a dark green groke with long, silky fur around her throat. Named “Liliane” at birth, and had an identical twin sister named “Lunari”. Lost her whole family to a mob that was outraged by her parents’ habit of robbing and mugging people. She’s very gentle, and knows a lot about healing, sewing, and cooking. She likes to be a proper lady. She walks with a shambling gait, due to a gunshot wound to the knee that happened shortly after Grokemaiden was born.

Inigo, the Loathsome: Thistle’s father, an extremely tall, scrawny, and weak groke with rough fur and a hoarse voice. Was dubbed “Loathsome” by his father who hated him and never wanted him. He hates himself, and feels like everyone else hates him, too. He’s so thin and weak because his father would scold him for “eating too much”, and he’s still reeling from the trauma of it. He’s good at being silent, too, because his father hated him making much noise. He was forced to abandon his son Thistle at an orphanage when his wife, Petal, died in childbirth and he was unable to feed him.

Petal: Thistle’s mother, a small, compact, pink groke with a brighter-colored tummy and a lace-edged dress. A rather nice and perceptive woman, but didn’t take bullshit from anyone. Was a lot stronger than she looked. She was sometimes prone to debilitating depressive episodes. She met her husband Inigo in a field of flowers, and adamantly refused to ever refer to him as “Loathsome”.

Leylani: Lily’s mother, who looks almost exactly like Grokematron but with longer fluff on her head and a different style of dress. Used to warm herself by stealing lanterns and candles. Tough and sturdy, but actually hated stealing and just wanted to live in peace and be kind. In between thefts, she’d show affection for her daughters by sewing things for them.

Hades: Lily’s father, so dark green he’s nearly black, with neon green eyes. A dangerous man who knew much of fighting, stealing, and killing, but loved his family more than anything. He was mostly nonverbal. Leylani met him when she saw him lying down half-asleep in front of a fireplace, mistook him for a weird cat, and petted him.

Gaia: Loathsome’s mother, massive, and bears a striking resemblance to her grandson, Thistle. Good natured, impossibly strong, and boistrous. She loved singing, swordplay, and rescuing those in need. She’s adventurous, and strayed from her parents as a morit; she was then adopted by a kindly old mumrik. She wanted to have a child with her husband, Leviskyr, but her large body weakened during the pregnancy, and she died from numerous complications shortly after little Inigo was born. Her last wish was for her husband to raise him.

Leviskyr: Loathsome’s father, who looks like Loathsome, but smaller, less thin, and with more scars. Was born into aristocracy during medieval times. After his mother’s death, a jealous mumrik named “the Mirthful” betrayed him and drove him out of his home. He grew up very afraid and bitter, became a monster who warmed himself by eating people while they were still warm. He was so cold, his frozen body didn’t age. He knew no warmth or kindness until Gaia found him. He did a complete 180 for her, loving her completely, would do anything to make her happy. But he turned right back into a monster once she died, utterly heartbroken. He blames Inigo for her death, and frequently considered killing him.

Scowl: Leviskyr’s mother, very tall and albino with soft fur, a stern resting face, and a beautiful voice. She became wealthy traveling and singing with a moomintroll she was dating, but they split up when she wanted to retire and he wanted to make it big. She later married a groke who was a powerful military figure. Her husband was later assassinated, and the heartbreak made her grow cold, eventually killing her and leaving her son an orphan.

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And that’s all the grokes we got for now! Tragic, ain’t they?! I’m always up for questions about my grokes and other Moomins OCs, and if you’re curious about Lee’s grokes, you should drop them an ask, too!

#grokes #moomins OC #moomins #tiamatdragongod #answer #a fools lore #long post #child abuse mention #ask to tag

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swordmaid · 5 years ago

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Tell me about your mf uhh ocs bc I love them (and also u but don’t tell anyone bro 🐽)

bro 😳 what if I said I love you too bro 😳 haha jk unless 😳

but anyway, OCS !!! I have a handful and some that I’m still planning to make!! Basically my OC’s in this universe I call EDEN. There’s two planets in Eden; Eden itself and New Earth. Eden is sort of like New Earth’s moon. It’s in a different plane, hanging up above and shining very brightly. Demons reside in Eden, as well as lesser demons, familiars, thralls and other grotesques. The demons in Eden basically rule the place and all they know is to indulge themselves. Whether it be indulgent from lust, envy, sloth, greed, etc. they bask and they drown themselves in it, so basically, Eden is their paradise. However, one rule in Eden is that killing another is forbidden—only if you get caught. Sometimes others will set up for another’s downfall. If you get caught, a trial will be made and you will either be punished or cast down to New Earth. The aesthetic of Eden is very rococo, so think elaborate gold detailing, swirls, Renaissance art, Mary Antoinette, feathers and all that! It’s very fancy which is a BIG contrast considering that demons are nasty shits and horror-looking. The style mashes and forces those two aesthetics to be together which is like—in a way—similar to how the demons are mashing and forcing themselves to live in the grandure and the glam when their nature is the opposite of that.

My OC who lives in Eden right now is Luciel. All of my OCs are based off animals btw, and she’s a magpie. Luciel is greedy, and Luciel loves collecting objects that she deems beautiful. She steals faces that she considers beautiful too, wears them sometimes but of course none is more beautiful than her own face! Luciel keeps a lesser demon with her that she treats both as a familiar and a thrall, and named it Dirt. Dirt is based off a Hyena, and they wear a sad clown mask and a dunce hat

New Earth is the opposite of EDEN. As EDEN lives in the sky, New Earth lives below. It is frozen over; the civilisation long gone though the carbon footprints is etched onto the world. The whole ocean is covered in Ice, and it’s cold and it’s dreary and the whole world is one huge Antarctica but without the snow. Everything is just frozen and cold—very similar to dry ice if you get what I mean. There are skyscrapers, industrial buildings but the land is very barren. Demons can’t actually live in New Earth. Their skin can’t withstand the frigid cold and the sun is enough to burn them so in the casted shadows of the buildings, you’ll find fallen demons skulking since they don’t want to turn over to the King of the Underworld.

Anyway, the real New Earth actually lives beneath. It’s an underground civilisation made with artificial lights and whatever man made items that have been left behind. As opposed to Eden’s grand aesthetic, New Earth takes sci-fi and cyberpunk. Robots live in New Earth as well as Demons that have fallen in, though almost all of them have some sort of augmentation so that they can survive underneath. The character I have in New Earth is called Rey, and she’s the king of the Underworld. She was the first one to be cast down on New Earth, and she’d learnt how to survive here. Her animal is an Octopus and she lives deep in the bowels of New Earth, like super deep to the point the glass walls around her chambers shows bioluminescent fishes and sea creatures, matching the glows from her wires. The characters that live in New Earth’s animals will all be based on sea creatures btw!!! But I still haven’t made any YET

Anyway, my OCs is very much a hades/Persephone but with robots and demons lol. My main girl—Amara—who’s now a moth, not a deer, falls into New Earth. She’s tryna find her way back and an A.I named C:ERB is helping her. The A.I has three eyes btw, and it can attach itself to other robots so it can move around. The pomegranate seeds is Rey offering to augmentate Amara’s limbs, replace them with robot pieces so she can survive and live, but if she does then she won’t be able to go back to Eden anymore because she won’t be ‘pure’.

Also I have another OC named Sylvain who’s a snake that can travel from Eden to New Earth and vice versa since snakes can swim. He’s knows how Amara fell in and who pushed her in (since there’s portals connecting Eden to New Earth but most of them are frozen over) and he also knows why Rey was condemned there in the first place (-:

#its still a wip !!! but my CHILDREN.#my baby !!!! whodmst i have been neglecting in favour for het knights !!!!

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fyrapartnersearch · 5 years ago

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GM/DM style roleplay

Hello, you can call me nyeh~, or Wolf, whichever feels less ridiculous. 20, male, bi(apparently that matters, for whatever reason I wasn't told). Looking for a long-term rp partner, specifically one that's easy to talk to.

For a partner, I just ask that you're 19+ and open minded. I enjoy having a partner that doesn't necessarily matches my writing style, so that way I can usually include everyone, without having to change much, myself. No one-liners, please, but don't feel pressured to write too much, just to add unnecessary detail to the sentence; just write enough so that you can pass the image through of what you want to show. If you're the type that ghosts, instead of saying you don't want to rp anymore, don't message me.

If you're wondering what this rp style is, it's basically one of us creates the world and "NPCs", while the other takes the role of the "player", the person who'll create/impersonate a character and explore the other's world/plot. We won't use dice, as this isn't really an RPG, just an rp, but you can still write down information to work as "stats", if you feel it will work best for you. The player can still make/control as many characters as they can handle.

RPwise, I don't mind if you want to GM, but, in case you want to play, I'll gladly GM with one of the three available settings I have at the ready. Smut is totally ok, just depends on the character of course, but, if you want, I'm not too difficult to persuade to change a character or two for your preference. If you want smut to be a thing, tell me your kinks and whatever, so we can see which works for both of us. Usual limits, like toilet play and things of the sort. Not really interested in heavy dark fantasy, but some "light" dark fantasy works(since one of my worlds, the original, is kinda like that).

Worlds I have, ready to GM:

Akamer (fully original, fantasy, alongside soft Eldritch horrors themes that sometimes appear, with its own system. Can take the form of medieval, steam/clockpunk, and current modern times. Since it's a progression of the same world, plots change with each setting. OCs only);

Anime Crossover (a mix of different anime, in the same world, where some themes and places overlap, to create new plots. We'll start by following the original plots of these anime, but the changes in the story depend on the overlappings and your decisions on the story. Might need multiple characters to be made/played. Animes mixed are Naruto, Bleach, One Piece, Black Clover, Nanatsu no Taizai, and, in a very small scale, Fairy Tail. OCs and characters from the shows allowed);

Saint Seiya (takes place almost a decade after the events of the last arc, the Hades Saga. That being said, original story and plot, but has plenty of returning characters from the show, yet the main cast and the majority of characters are OCs. OCs preferred, but you can play a character from the show, if you so wish);

I play only through discord. Message me talking about yourself, please, so I know what you're also looking for. My name there is:

nyeh~#3847

#indie rp #indie roleplay #independent roleplay #oc rp #long term #submission

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cass-chan12 · 6 years ago

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Felony of the Heart (Ch 1)

Fandom: Fairy Tail Genre: Romance and Friendship Pairing: Main- NaLu. Sides- Gajevy, Gruvia and Jerza

Summary: What would you do if you were forced into a school that deals with Delinquents and young adults that have committed felonies? Lucy Heartfilia would rather chance it than going back home to being married off. What lies ahead for the blonde is unknown but she's convinced she can make it through with him by her side

CHAPTER ONE

"Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up" - Veronica Roth

The car ride was unbearably long.

It felt as if time was slowing down just for me to think about everything that's happened in the past few months. The same question popped up every few minutes in my head and the small voice speaking sounded bitterer every time the word was repeated:

Why?

That same word haunted me throughout the drive, but presented itself in different questions.

'Why was he sending me away?'

'Why am I being treated like this?'

'Why was he not with me?'

And one last question kept me anxious but it wasn't 'why', it was 'where':

Where was I being taken too?

I kept looking at the surroundings and places that passed, and the further we travelled the more clueless I became. The driver looked like he was out of his element too; and he had to rely on his GPS. I'd asked him several times if he knew but he kept telling me the same thing.

"I'm just a driver."

What did that mean? That he wasn't supposed to speak out of term because it's not his place, or that he genuinely didn't know? But my irritation got the better of me and I snapped at the driver, he didn't even flinch. I just huffed and lay down in the back seat refusing to look outside and let my mind wonder. I closed my eyes seeing if I could try to sleep.

The driver noticed and said something which I assumed he wasn't supposed to tell me.

"Your father is already there waiting for you."

My eyes shot open and leaned up to look at him; waiting to see if he had anything else to tell me. He remained quiet and focused on the road, eyes dull from where I could see in the rear view mirror.

My eyes looked towards where his focused ones where. Where we are heading is an ocean of trees, what looked to be an abandoned forest. The sign I saw finally alerted me whereabouts we were.

We were near Nirvit.

Near is not precisely the right word but it was the closest town I could think of. This forest did look like a great ocean, and unbeknownst to me I can't tell how much further we need to go. I leaned myself on the window and noticed how deep and dark they looked as we went further in. There was an occasional dam and animal I saw but as we reached the middle the road dipped revealing a waterfall and plenty of tall mountains. It would have been nice if we were headed to a camping site, but that would be the funniest thing I've heard in a long time.

What exactly is awaiting me?

I figure it wasn't something good; considering I haven't been the most compliant or obedient. Maybe I'll be abandoned in the middle of nowhere… one could only wish. The pit of my stomach is telling me that wherever we're heading, it won't be good.

Lost in my own imagination, I was brought back by a subtle cough. My eyes gazed to the large figure in the distance. As we were driving closer I was looking for a sign of some sorts to see what the building ahead was. A large sign appeared near the building gates, reading the sign my mouth went dry and eyes were starting to sting of fresh tears.

'Nirvit's school and correctional centre for Delinquents'

A tear slipped out and reached my trembling lips. Why was I here? What is father doing? Why am I so out of the loop? I don't even know what is going too happen but the tears from my eyes are telling me something else.

The driver spoke up again "Don't let him see you this way Miss Lucy."

I tried to respond but my hand came instantly to my face to wipe the tears away. As the car reached inside the gate of the large estate my tears where gone and I stifled the remaining tears coming. The door on the side of me was opened and the driver was waiting for me to get out. My body refused to move knowing what's to come but his pleading eyes begged me to get out. Slowly I did, while observing the estate, which seemed kinda dark. The shade of the trees let in very little sunlight as well as the grey colour of the school. Students everywhere were maintaining the estate and the students looked worn down and miserable in their grey uniforms.

It looked like a prison.

The car door was closed behind me and took me out my daze. The driver patted me for reassurance as we both spotted my father and another man next to him, he was an elderly looking man with long white hair and beard and he had a black patch over one eye. My body was frozen and I felt chills when they both walked up to me with the same look in their eyes.

"Miss Heartfilia it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Master Hades; principal of this fine establishment." He said smoothly reaching his hand out for a hand shake.

I looked down at his hand and frowned, refusing to lift my hand to shake it. Because of that decision my father growled.

"Lucy, shake the man's hand" he ordered.

I just stared at him with an angry expression as he did with me. Mr Hades brought his hand down and looked to my father.

"It's alright Jude. It is the reason she's here, no need to fret."

I was right; I was staying here. A mixture of pain and anger fell on me overflowing to my eyes were I promised it shouldn't go.

"I'm not staying here" in my shaky voice I stared at the two men who looked annoyed.

My father sighed "I came to say goodbye. I'll come collect you when you start being compliant. Master Hades will look over to your schooling and disciplining." He turned on his heel to the car he came in.

I felt like screaming. I tried to, but only a loud sob came out while talking "If that's the case I'll never leave this school. I will never go back to that house."

Whether he heard me or not, two men nudged me towards one of the buildings. I took one last look to my driver.

"Good bye Lucy"

"Goodbye Loke"

The men escorting me weren't gentle;they held my arms with a vice-like grip, which probably left a few bruises, as they guided me to who-knows-where. We reached what seemed to be the girls' dorm. A pretty woman stood by the entrance; she had long black hair and very pale skin. She gave off a vibe of fear despite her appearance. The feeling of looking down on people emitted from her too.

Her dark orbs looked to the men who dragged me here "Kawazu, Yomazu you may leave."

The two men released their hold on me and walked back to what I assumed was the main house.

"My name is Ultear and I'm the girls house mother. I don't accept nicknames or prefixes." She said while opening the door and walking inside.

I followed her in the dull building past many rooms with bunk beds and several bathrooms. The noise of the building was quiet; seeing as the students should be in class by now. We walked up a stair case to the second floor to a room that had girls in; the noise level was kind of dreary. Ultear let me in through the door first which was utterly awkward. All eyes were on me and silence blanketed the room.

"Your bed is the corner by the window, your uniform is on top so put it on now." She told me.

She turned to the room to speak again "Orientation and confessionals are in 20 minutes. Be ready upon my next arrival."

I didn't mean to but I grabbed her hand and got an angry look from her. "Sorry" I mumbled "but where is my luggage?"

She ripped her hand from mine "We're going through it first. You'll receive it after OC." She hastily exited whilst I stood in the middle of the room extremely confused. I felt the eyes of the others girls on me so I moved to my bed to change.

I wasn't sure how to feel to be honest. The relief of not seeing my father till who knows when was great but that being said; I have no clue if this place is any better. All I felt was loneliness and a terrible need to see my friends back at the house again. I didn't even see my mother's grave before I left.

I remembered I don't have a lot of time to think about that since Ultear really did put the fear of God in me. I slipped the shapeless grey dress on and put my feet in the hideous black school shoes. Most of the girls tied their hairs but I didn't have a scrunchy to use so I left my hair down with my blue ribbon in.

On cue, Ultear appeared back for us to follow her to whatever we were doing next. We came to a building that held plain rooms with chairs forming a big circle. Ultear waited for someone else to arrive and she looked a bit impatient. I looked to the other side of the courtyard and saw a man with his grey hair style in the same manner as Elvis. He wore tinted glasses too add to his look. Behind him were a group of boys confirming my question on whether it was an all-girl school or not.

We stood altogether in neat lines waiting for the next thing to happen. She held a clipboard with the Grey headed teacher. "Listen up; you'll be divided into six rooms for orientation and confessionals. A teacher will be in there and will direct you from there."

She called out names to separate us; I ended up in room six. As I walked in, the teacher in this room was incredibly scary looking. His feral grin was like the ones you see in a serial killer movie, and his eyes were piercing and fierce with red. His blonde hair was long and out of control; like he didn't bother brushing it that morning. I sat myself down next to a petite girl with short blue hair and on the other side of me sat a boy with dark short hair and dark eyes. I felt extremely out of place, reason being that most of these guys in here have committed real felonies.

After the room was filled the blonde teacher laughed wickedly "Welcome students to Nirvit's school and correctional centre for Delinquents,or personally, I call it HELL for short." All of us stiffened and kept quiet, I would probably agree with him on this being hell.

"Right brats I'm Zancrow and this is how O.C works. We start with Confessionals and I share all the grim surface details of why you're all here, whether you don't want the details told is not my problem. If you cry, yell, or cause a fight, then consider yourselves stuck with community service for the month" he said in a happy tone.

He looked at his clipboard and from what I could see there were pictures on the sheet, he smiled and walked near me but stopped in front of the blue haired girl instead.

"Levy McGarden age 17 and charged with Internet Fraud. Was caught with 100 000 jewels in her piggy bank." The blue haired bowed her head in shame as Zancrow read his notes. "Anything to add Miss McGarden?" he smiled at her.

"I only did it to get enough money and run away from home." She admitted

"Sure you did" Zancrow sneered.

He walked over to another girl with longer blue hair and a black haired guy with piercings in his face. "Juvia Lockser and Gajeel Redfox. Both charged on the same account of damage of property. Woah! You flooded the school and the mayor's house!" Zancrow again laughed extremely loud, Juvia and Gajeel looked at each other and shrugged.

"Gray Fullbuster." Zancrow carried on with the list "Charged with theft and public display of nudity… Nudity?" Zancrow looked at him with disbelieve "You lived in the tundra, why the hell would you run around naked idiot?!"

I looked at Gray who was sitting beside me and subtly moved away from him. Zancrow noticed and bursted in laughter again "Well that's my favourite case so far, who's next…"

He walked around the circle and stopped in front of a very beautiful girl with vibrant red hair. He looked down to his board again and gazed around the room until he found who he was looking for. His eyes found said person; a boy around 19 or 20, shaggy blue hair and had a tattoo on one side of his face. You could tell how sadistic Zancrow is by the look of his smile; it looked utterly disgusting.

"Erza Scarlet and Jellal Fernandez, charged with gang association and drug smuggling." Zancrow read before turning to Jellal "Says here that Erza pleaded not guilty, why is that Mr Fernandez?"

Jellal brought his face to look at Zancrow's, he was careful not to show any emotion "She was a friend and tried to stop me from doing something stupid" he explained in a monotone voice.

"But you got her too involved. That was a dick move Fernandez" he laughed "And now she won't even look you in the eye" he said in a mocking tone.

"Shut up Zancrow" a new voice said.

Everyone's eyes, including mine, shot to the person who told off Zancrow. I caught my breath lightly at who it was. Near Jellal sat a pink haired boy looking about 17 or 18, his eyes wear slanted and black as coal and his sneer showed his sharp canines that looked similar to Zancrow's.

"What you say, punk?" Zancrow asked indignantly.

The boy looked up to Zancrow and stood up, showing he was the same height as Zancrow, and more than capable of having an even fight with him. "I said shut up asshole. This confessional is more like who is the biggest screw up. We came to the school to not get reminded of the shitty things we did. If you want a confessional it should come willingly." The boy had a good point and by the looks of it the whole room agreed with him.

Zancrow's look of anger simmered down and he stood back "Fine then, introduce yourself boy and fess up."

The boy stood up without a second guess and looked at Zancrow with disgust. "My name is Natsu Dragneel and I'm a pyromaniac. I burnt down my home and many abandoned homes in Magnolia. The state recognizes me as a great psycho and decided to send me to this shit hole" he sat back down with no other words said.

Zancrow mumbled a few words to himself like 'crazy little shit', along those lines and I didn't noticed till right then I was the only person left for the confessional. Zancrow's eyes locked with mine and my whole body froze under his gaze. His lips curled grossly and walked menacingly toward me.

"Lucy Heartfilia, your file was the first I read and the funniest."

I gulped

"You have no clue why you're here right?" he asked

I tried not to notice everyone else's gazes on me but I had to answer fast "Not really."

He chuckled under his breath and sighed "Boy I saved the best for last. Says here you ran away from home more times than your father can count, and you attacked a few of your suitors. My God your father is certainly wicked sending you here just to break you."

Natsu was about to speak up again but I beat him to it "This place may be hell to you and everyone else, but it's a safe haven for me. He'll never break me so it looks like I'll be a permanent resident here." I said in a strong tone.

Before the class knew it Zancrow had nothing snarky to reply accept "Then welcome to Hell Miss Heartfilia."

After another gruelling hour we were escorted around the area such as the exercise grounds, cafeteria, library and classrooms. I felt a few eyes at the back of my head due to my performance in the confessional room. I shrugged the feeling off but the one set of eyes I couldn't ignore was Natsu's. His dark orbs would never stray if I looked back at him, which made my cheeks heat up. The look he gave me felt like curiousness and admiration, but the scowl he had on his face suggested confusion which made me question myself too.

We reached the assembly hall were orientation was going to be held, while standing in line the teachers were having a conversation of their own. I felt someone move up against me but I tried not to react to not gain attention from the teachers.

"Don't give up. We're in this together." The person next to me said and then shuffled back to where he was previously.

I looked up straight away to see who it was; one could only assume it was the person staring at me for the past hour. His hot breath on my neck felt fresh and the thought of it made my cheeks flare up again. Gently slapping them I refocused on entering the hall and awaiting what the orientation was going to be like.

Principal Hades approached the microphone with a menacing look, again; he didn't smile nor frown, it just looked emotionless and probably without him meaning him to be, frightening.

"Delinquent is described in the dictionary as: 'failing in or neglectful of duty or obligation, guilty of a misdeed or offense'. Instead of a Juvenile sector in a prison, the Counsel considered the circumstances and sent you here. This school will transform you from that disgusting title, into something more befitting; you have the choice of what title you want in the end. Although, if you choose to keep the title of 'Delinquent', and don't comply with the rules. Then my goal will be to treat you as a prisoner."

He leaned back and focused his gaze, which fell on me, and said the final words of his speech.

"The choice is yours"

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