#Umbra the Shepherd

[the-sky-queen]

Here, have a super old drawing of Umbra (the Shadow from Nexus' timeline). I remember drawing this in physics class and being really proud of the posing back when I finished it. :D

[the-sky-queen]

You can totally do this with my peoples as well. :)

Want me to gush about my OCs?

Send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC! It can be a headcanon, a fun fact, a small paragraph of backstory- anything!

Alternatively, send in just a “🖊“ and I will talk about any one of my OCs at random!

[ackerfics]

to the girls who are failed by the narrative: masterlist | jjk

enclosed here are stories of tragedy; of loving someone too much that his loss becomes your ruination, of waves of blue and black that threatens to wash your cheeks with the colors of summer, of curses trapping you in prophecies not even a red string can break, of unlikely saviours and damsels who fell harder for each other.

note: all of these are connected. every character has their own 'reader' (except for yuta). once we move on to the next character, the previous reader will be given a nickname. i am actually excited about this <5 consider this as my official comeback (?) here on this site.

my love is mine all mine — zen'in toji (later fushiguro) x reader

: 'the glorified womb', 'the heir bearer', 'the blessed flower of the jujutsu society' — they are just some of the titles given to the women of your mother's clan, and all of them eventually fell to you, the prodigal firstborn who has the misfortune of birthing someone who will be stronger than their predecessors. with the fate of someone's clan on your shoulders, there are only a handful of things told to you while growing up; be as demure as you can be, never open your mouth and squash your thoughts, sit with a posture befitting that of a lady wearing an invisible yet heavy diadem. but the one that rings the most goes like this: your only purpose in this world is to be a silent wife to a man who will give you the opportunity to carry the next generation of powerful sorcerers. you remember all of these as you walk toward zen'in ogi in your uchikake, the constricting material around your waist akin to the gripping hold of your cursed technique.

and in fate's funny little ways of fabricating legacies and stories, you forget them when you are spirited away by the man who always welcomes the coming of the seasons with you without fail.

chapters:

i: their redness talks to my wounds

ii: in our circle of green

iii: the answer will be an echo: why did you do this?

iv: coming soon !!

v: coming soon !!

to love and be loved is to rest  — gojo satoru (w. geto suguru) x reader

: you knew you will never love gojo satoru, the godling that will make kingdom come if he so wished it, the moment he pushed you into a puddle of muddy water the day your older sister was announced to be engaged to the possible heir of the zen'in clan. with your new kimono drenched in brown splatters and your hair in disarray, the little white rat had the gall to cackle in front of majority of the jujutsu society. that was the day you vowed to always harbour hate for him. yet for some weird reason, gojo becomes a constant in your life — the only one to ever see you at your weakest when your sister abandoned you to become the next bride and the only one who promised to return your youth to you by being your semblance of normalcy among the decaying beliefs and elders of the jujutsu society.

you thought you will never know love until you met geto suguru and all his gentle smiles, warm demeanour, and weird fringe. and before you know it, your little world with gojo expanded to include geto, ieiri, and the colours of summer throughout the year. but summer will always fade away to autumn, a season that chills you to the bone and sets glaciers in your blood, its fingers promising change like no other.

because it was fall of 2007 that you wish you never knew what love is at all.

chapters: coming soon !!

except for your eyes, no blade can control me  — fushiguro megumi x reader

: coming soon !!

[bonus] hearts be burned asunder with love — okkotsu yuta x oc

: it's a new generation of sorcerers and the flower of the jujutsu society truly lived up to her fate of carrying new heirs for a dying clan. from her union with the nefarious sorcerer killer comes a blessing and a festival; a shepherd of umbras in the shape of animal curses and the other an amalgamation of opposing energies.

the moment fushiguro matsuri first sung her pleas to the world, the shadows danced and the flowers tried reaching for a speck of light. and it is when she was finally swallowed by the mass of shadows that her twin brother first saw how cruel their part of the world can be.

it's november 2017 and a cursed womb has been spotted hanging like an ominous raindrop of cynicism above a remote forest near a clan compound. all sorcerers near the area are dispatched to the scene but fushiguro megumi has one request to his mentor (begrudging uncle), bring the first-year jujutsu high student he met a few months ago to where the cursed womb is. after all, okkotsu yuta is the only sorcerer megumi openly respects to save his sister and matsuri is the only person everyone expects to neutralize the queen of curses if the time comes for the sword to reap its harvest.

: coming soon !!

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[l0stfoster]

I wanna know more about the harpies they interest me so deeply ‼️

HARPIES TALK TIME!! They're some of my favorites to think about. I'm gonna re-post the little bits of info about them from the original post ab Cursed here, just so this can be like a little collective master list of Harpy info :D INFO BELOW THE CUT BECAUSE I'VE LEARNED MY LESSON!!! If I add more info about harpies I'll likely edit this post

- All the greaser Harpies look out for one another. It doesn't matter if they're not from the same gang, or if their gangs have tension; you look out for one another. They may necessarily not be each other's flock, but it’s natural for them to stick together. - They flock together as much as they do because a harpy escaped Tulsa once, completely disappeared, and it set all the east side harpies into a panic. They can't leave Tulsa, so it's better to always have a connection to ensure you won't HAVE to leave. - The harpies love to play fight. They will absolutely beat the shit out of each other and then grab lunch as if nothing happened. All of the harpies have bird habits too. Most of them sleep on their stomach because catching your feathers underneath yourself when sitting up hurts. - Gifting culture and flock marking with feathers is a huge thing for them all. Almost all harpies have feathers from other harpies, though the symbolism with those isn't for flock marking and stands more as a general display of loyalty. - All harpies have an inherent aversion/fear of cats since felines are a pretty big predator to birds. Even harpies of birds of prey or the birds you'd traditionally see that go for cats have that built-in instinct to avoid. (Little fun fact, they're not fans of Umbra, and Paul abuses that. He has let Umbra gnaw on Tim's feathers before out of spite) - Not a single harpy can see glass, they're all victims to the DX windows. - Pretty much all of them can enter torpor willingly as well. Some do it more often than others, it's a preference thing. - Most of the harpies can't fly well in rain, it's just difficult in most weather conditions that aren't clear skies. However, bad weather doesn't stop them from trying; it just means there's an increase in broken bones and hurt birds for a day. - All of them can chirp, coo, whistle, copy voices, etc. Certain harpies are better at it, as the kind of bird they are makes it either easier or harder. The Shepards are a good example, being black vultures and all. Vultures don't have voice boxes and usually make low growling sounds instead of other noises. But since the shepherds are harpies and not full birds, they can make normal bird chitters and such but it’s raspy because they’re not really supposed to be able to make those noises. - They're very territorial by nature. - They generally don't eat bird meat for cultural reasons, but every now and then the birds of prey and scavengers do. It's sort of in their nature to be uneasy about it, though, and they're not fond of watching people eat bird meat either. - They all have hollow bones, so they're pretty damn light. - A lot of them affection bite. - One baby harpy gets adopted by pretty much any harpy in the proximity. Two's sister was a victim of every Harpy taking the chance to fly with her, preen her, etc. It's like that motherly thing where moms will whip around if they hear any child yell "mama", only it's that the harpies will be up and arms the second a baby harpy makes a sound. - On that note, though, the babies get bulled (lightly) for their goofy-looking wings. Mostly the ones who look like blended cotton balls as babies. Some baby birds are REALLY ugly. - They have a really good sense of smell and even better eyesight. I would not want one of them hunting me down. - Their talons are hella sharp and their nails usually get sharp as fuck too.

[banerpg]

STORM SAINT / NAME UTP

WIZARD ( MAGE ).  IDENTITY UTP.  ( 30+ / 530+ ).  Faceclaim Utp.

There at the end of the world, you witnessed the land and your mage kin enveloped by Asgrim’s great and terrible umbra. There, at the end of the world, amidst the screams of destriers and dying men, the bulk of the realms retreating, you chose to remain with the elven host — to die with them, as your kind should. And then, exsanguinating upon the scorched earth, you recalled a brilliant light as the blood slowed and the cold spread from limb to limb. You died with the honour that the mages had forsaken. Or so you thought. You awoke in Miras, recovered by the elves and healed by their ancient magic. Met by the elven prince, you were seen to the border of Elendim and left as a friend of the elves, bestowed with the gift of long life for your sacrifice. Five centuries have since surpassed you, in the time of which you have outlived the common mage and played advisor to the royal line of Nansir, keeping peace when able, wishing for change when you do not have the position to shepherd it in. At most, you bear the knowledge of the past and can discern the darkness as it rises — though that did not save the emperor, did it ? But you recognise this same desire to cultivate a new order within GOD BURNER. And if you can keep them alive on the journey, perhaps you can mend the age-old wounds betwixt the realms with them upon the throne. However it will not be easy, as they are a storm that rivals even the wild of your lightning.

STORM SAINT IS OPEN AND THEIR SPECIAL STAT IS INTELLIGENCE.

[the-sky-queen]

I've seen a lot of people in the Sonic OC Showdown doing this for their OCs, so I thought I'd do it with Nexus! I'm going to answer a few of them right here, but if anyone wants to ask me more of these, go ahead! Also feel free to ask these for my other OCs as well!

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Honestly, I just thought Nexus sounded cool. XD I also wanted his name to sound mysterious, since his identity as an alternate Sonic was not yet known when I first introduced him.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Nexus used to have the biggest crush on Amy Rose. But ever since the timeline blew up, he is a single pringle. He certainly wouldn't be opposed to finding love again, but right now, he doesn't really feel like he deserves it.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Meeting Mighty for the first time. :)

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Nope! Nexus has gone through a couple different designs before landing on the one he has now. My art style has also changed since the first time I drew him.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

I was considering it for a very brief time. At the end of the original fic, I left it open to interpretation whether he was still alive. And then I said 'nah' and immediately wrote an epilogue revealing that he survived, but with amnesia. :D

(List of my OCs if you're interested in asking about them: Nexus the Unlimited, Aurora Hope, Shade the Shadow Android, Umbra the Shepherd, Melody the Hawk/Aela the Shepherd, Blake the Pyromaniac Porcupine.)

Ask Game for someone’s OC(s)

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

💼 - What do they do for a living?

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

🎯 -What do they do best?

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

[zzkt]

recent listening AUG 2023

Farmers Manual - Explorers_We

Fawn Limbs - Sleeper Vessels

Dharma - Treasury Of The True Dharma Eye正法眼藏

Fawn Limbs - Oleum

farmersmanual - 11.84.0.-1.0-1.1-1

Drew McDowall - Lamina

Divide and Dissolve - Systemic

Almyrkvi - Umbra

:zoviet*france: & Fossil Aerosol Mining Project - Patina Pooling

Fennesz - Hotel Paral.lel (2022 Remaster)

Senyawa - Alkisah

Flagitious Idiosyncrasy in the Dilapidation - Flagitious Idiosyncrasy in the Dilapidation

Freida Abtan - subtle movements

Heretic Plague - Context Is a Stumbling Corpse

Kode9 - Escapology

Yui Onodera - Synergetics / Entropy

Blut aus Nord - Odinist - The Destruction of Reason By Illumination

Konvent - Call Down The Sun

33EMYBW - Golem

Blut aus Nord - 777 - The Desanctification

Worm Shepherd - In The Wake Ov Sòl

กาฬพราย - โพธสนธยา (Bodhisandhyā)

Decoherence - More Is Different

Divide and Dissolve - Gas Lit (Expanded)

General Magic - Softbop

loscil // lawrence english - Colours Of Air

Rắn Cạp Đuôi Collective - Ngủ Ngày Ngay Ngày Tận Thế

Alessandro Cortini - SCURO CHIARO

Blut aus Nord - Disharmonium - Undreamable Abysses

Blut aus Nord - The Work Which Transforms God

Dewa Alit & Gamelan Salukat - Chasing the Phantom

farmersmanual - sorted

Goat (JP) - Rhythm & Sound

Sunn O))) - Pyroclasts

Alessandro Cortini - Volume Massimo

Chris Abrahams - Follower

Jasmine Guffond - Degradation Loops

Scorn - Cafe Mor

a0n0 - Underground Sea

Antony Coppens - Antony Coppens

Colin Stetson - Chimæra I

Dharma - BHAISAJYAGURU

Flagitious Idiosyncrasy in the Dilapidation - 覚醒

Foam - “From that historically brief quite opaque moment, came the chaos of our material history, an anarchy of chronology, of mismatched remnants…”

MC Yallah - Yallah Beibe

Nik Colk Void - Bucked Up Space

Tomoroh Hidari - Oblivion Engine

Autechre - Envane

Ben Frost - Broken Spectre

Blut aus Nord - MoRT

Deathprod - Compositions

FRKTL - Azimuth

General Magic - Frantz

Goat (JP) - NEW GAMES

Godspeed You! Black Emperor - 'Allelujah! Don't Bend! Ascend!

Keiji Haino - My lord Music...

Philip Jeck - 7

Powell + LCO - 26 Lives

rilla - Yukou / 遊光 EP

Simon Scott - Long Drove

upsammy - Zoom

Akira Rabelais - Eisoptrophobia

Akira Rabelais - Spellewauerynsherde

Aphex Twin - Blackbox Life Recorder 21f / in a room7 F760

Blut aus Nord - 777 - Cosmosophy

Christina Vantzou - Multi Natural

Colin Stetson - New History Warfare Vol.1

Colin Stetson - New History Warfare Vol.2: Judges

DATA PAGAN - DATA PAGAN

Deathprod - Occulting Disk

Diamanda Galás - The Divine Punishment (2022 Remaster)

Fennesz - Seven Stars

Jana Winderen - The Blue Beyond

L7 - Smell the Magic

Paleowolf - Primordial

Plaid - Black Dog Productions - Bytes

Roland Kayn - Scanning (Kybernetische Musik IV)

Suum Cuique - Ascetic Ideals

Tony Buck - Environmental Studies

Blut aus Nord - Deus Salutis Meae

Blut aus Nord - Memoria Vetusta I: Fathers of the Icy Age

Caterina Barbieri - Ecstatic Computation

Ceephax - Cro Magnox

Dewa Alit & Gamelan Salukat - Genetic

Ecko Bazz - Mmaso

Electric Sewer Age - Moon's Milk In Final Phase

Éliane Radigue - Trilogie de la Mort

Eomac - Cracks

Gullibloon - Wahnsinn

Heruka - བརྟུལ་ཞུགས་སྤྱོད་པ་ (Tulzhug Chöpa)

Humanoid - sT8818r Humanoid

Ital Tek - Seraph

JK Flesh - Sewer Bait

Kiwanoid - enter the untitled

Klara Lewis & Nik Colk Void - Full-On

Konx-om-Pax - Cabin Fever EP

Lee Gamble - Diversions 1994-1996

Mira Calix - a̶b̶s̶e̶n̶t̶ origin

NGLO - CAC CAC CAC

Paleowolf - Archetypal

[whitexdove]

official guide to umbra and pryna – umbra cropped weird because tumblr hates images but here they are ! speculative biology under the cut

theyre capable of parthenogenesis, which is like reproducing without a male. kinda like what happened in jurassic park with them all being girls but having that frog dna. it’s been seen in all sorts of animals and i’d have to scramble for like, the exact animal i went with for them (though they probably had different animals) yes this has led to a silly little hypothetical of umbra straight up spawning a cub. suprrise fuckers. i am committing to it though because like. science is fucking weird. so they’re basically mammals. but they also have just some… interesting dna the goal was intelligence and good guard/weapons. so i’m thinking there’s even like, gray parrot/dolphin/raccoon/crow like. high intelligence. these two are capable of speech so the bird dna could have contributed (i also was like… well what if dna was scraped from remains of a species in the same taxonomal family as nanaki) umbra as the king cheetah as the base, and german shepherd. HOWEVER. she also has other breeds and animals that mellow out the anxiety of a cheetah and the aggression/protectiveness of a GSD. she’s not going to like, tear someone apart if rufus is having a meltdown pryna is a siberian tiger base with tibetan mastiff. she is BUFF and FLUFFY. her coat is very soft and very long. she’s an aggressive guard animal, but not reactive. like she’s dialed back and more alert

[2:21 AM]oh i’m goad that sent

[2:22 AM]ah yeah the parthenogenesis either come from the fish thing or the bird thing i think

[the-sky-queen]

Here's a ton bc your oc's are cool lmao hope you don't mind :

Nexus : 12, 22, and 23

Aurora : 25 and 30

Shade : 14 and 15

Umbra : 11

Melody : 16 and 17

Aela : 6 and 9

Blake : 9 and 10

:)

I don't mind at all! I very nearly cackled out loud on the bus when I got this. Thank you, Total! You make me happy. Alright, here we go!

Nexus the Unlimited

12. Are they good with Chao, Wisps, or any other sort of creature?

Not really. Nexus thinks that critters are cute, but he isn't really specifically good with them. He has a soft spot for Flickies though. :)

22. How are they with technology?

Nexus is decent at technology, but it's not really his strong suit. If he needs to gather information, he'd much rather talk to people or go through the library manually.

23. What is their preferred method of combat?

Nexus relies heavily on his vast library of Chaos Powers. It's his go-to for fighting. He usually channels his powers through his fists and legs in standard physical combat, but he has also been known to use a sword on occasion.

Aurora Hope

25. What’s the strangest thing about them?

Aurora's powers are pretty strange. But I won't go into them here since that's another question option. :P

30. What is their main goal/motive?

Right now, Aurora's focusing on fixing the future she came from, overthrowing all the gangs and reorganizing society. Not an easy task, but she has faith that she'll be able to do it. After that, she hopes to build her relationship with Shade.

Shade the Shadow Android

14. What makes them the happiest?

Being with his friends. :) A close second is just exploring and learning as much as he can. (Aurora also makes him very happy. He is so in love with her!)

15. What makes them feel angry/upset?

People messing with his friends. Specifically Aurora. Aela attacked Shade and Aurora once and Shade went absolutely crazy.

Umbra the Shepherd

11. Do they have any rivals?

For the longest time, the answer to this question was Nexus. But ever since Nexus got his memory back, he and Umbra have reconciled and are now actually good friends. So Umbra doesn't really have a specific rival right now.

Melody the Hawk/Aela the Shepherd

Gonna clear something up real quick since you listed questions for Melody and Aela. The 'two' are actually just one person. She just has two names. She went by Melody when she was a kid and changed her name to Aela when she became a Shepherd. (Backstory shenanigans! >:D) She responds to both names though and you can call her whichever you want.

16. Biggest strengths?

Melody's biggest strength is her unwavering resolve. She doesn't give up easily.

17. Biggest weaknesses/flaws?

She's a bit too loyal. She always carries out orders, even if she doesn't agree with her superior. It's a flaw Melody has recognized in herself and hates. It's one reason why Melody's so open to people proving her wrong. She knows that what she's been told to do isn't quite right, but she can't bring herself to disagree. So she likes it when other people prove that it was wrong and she gets to smirk to herself that her gut feeling was right.

6. Favorite Food?

Hmm. I'll have to say hot chocolate! Not exactly a food, but she used to make it with her mom all the time.

9. Who are they closest with?

Melody has a really close bond with her pet Cosmic Flicky, Jim! He's a sassy little bird and I love him so much.

Blake the Pyromaniac Porcupine

9. Who are they closest with?

Blake doesn't really have any friends. The members of the cult that raised him took care of him as a collective and he wasn't allowed to make friends outside of the group. All that was important was his destiny.

10. Is there someone they hate/dislike?

Oh, definitely! Blake is always picking fights with the Sonic of his timeline. They have a similar habit of bantering during battles, and Blake despises that. He doesn't like to think about how similar he and Sonic could be if he actually spent the time to look. Blake has a destiny to fulfil! He doesn't need to think about what-ifs! No. There's no way he ever could've been like Sonic. Bleh. Gross.

[the-sky-queen]

I'm open to answering questions about my OCs! Quick reminder of who they are:

- Nexus the Unlimited (Sonic alternate)

- Aurora Hope

- Shade the Shadow Android

- Umbra the Shepherd (Shadow altetnate)

- Melody the Hawk/Aela the Shepherd (Umbra's friend) (Haven't told anyone about her yet, but now's as good a time as any to introduce her!)

Character Ask Game, but for Sonic OC's!

Just had an idea that I thought would be fun, feel free to reblog if you want to try this with your own Sonic oc's too.

Where are they from?

Powers/Abilities?

Speed, Flight, or Power type?

Do you ship them with anyone?

Do they have another form?

Favorite food?

Favorite music genre?

Do they have any family members?

Who are they closest with?

Is there someone they hate/dislike?

Do they have any rivals?

Are they good with Chao, Wisp, or any other sort of creature?

What were they like as a kid?

What makes them the happiest?

What makes them feel angry/upset

Biggest strengths?

Biggest weaknesses/flaws?

What is their sexuality?

If they could meet a character from any other media, who would they get along with the best?

What are their hobbies?

Are they a hero or villain?

How are they with technology?

What is their preferred method of combat?

Are they a follower or a leader?

What's the strangest thing about them?

What is something they like the most about themselves?

What is something they don't like about themselves?

Something you, their creator, like the most about them?

How would you describe their personality?

What is their main goal/motive?

[risingsh0t]

🖊🖊🖊🖊 for rune!!

🖊️ rune's window cat resembles a siamese cat. she names him umbra!

🖊️ she's always wanted purple hair with multiple shades, but never had the means or funds to do so. when she joins the shepherds it's one of the first things she does, although it's a novice dye job since she's new to it. eventually lavinet hires professionals to fix it up the way rune has always pictured.

🖊️ a picky eater except when it comes to desserts. honey pudding is a must when going to the tavern with one of the other shepherds and it's no surprise that she also loves lavender dumplings from capra. also, she really hates beer.

🖊️ something of comfort for her is writing letters to people she misses (or has lost) and never sending them. so she has several addressed to red that i imagine he would eventually find lmao 🥲

[atma909]

My 6th Lucina Crossover entry. Lucina as a Umbra Witch and Lumen Sage from Bayonetta. They are drawn in the style of the series concept artist, Mari Shimazaki. 

My backstory is that Lucina was once the daughter of a shepherd in olden times, but after an attack from the demon Grima left her an orphan, she was taken in by the Lumen Sages. She was then used in experiments to try and create an artificial Left Eye, resulting in memory loss.

She would eventually be saved and recruited by the Umbra Witches. With her newfound power, she would stop the demon Grima and have a friend of a friend seal it into the weapon Serpent Blade: Grima.

[dionysus-complex]

Hic tamen hanc mecum poteras requiescere noctem fronde super viridi: sunt nobis mitia poma, castaneae molles et pressi copia lactis; et iam summa procul villarum culmina fumant maioresque cadunt altis de montibus umbrae. (Vergil, Ecl. 1.79-83)

Nevertheless you were able to rest here with me for this night on the green foliage: there are gentle fruits for us, soft chestnuts and an abundance of cheese. And now, in the distance, the highest roofs of the country-houses are smoking, and greater shadows fall from the high mountains.

undique convenere, animis opibusque parati, in quascumque velim pelago deducere terras. iamque iugis summae surgebat Lucifer Idae ducebatque diem, Danaique obsessa tenebant limina portarum, nec spes opis ulla dabatur. cessi et sublato montis genitore petivi. (Vergil, Aeneid 2.799-804) They came together from all directions, prepared in their hearts and in their means for whatever lands I should wish to lead them to across the sea. And now, the morning star was rising over the highest ridge of Ida and leading on the day, and the Danaans were holding the blockaded threshold of the gates, nor was any hope of aid given. I withdrew and, with my father carried aloft, I sought the mountains.

...

anyways I’m just thinking about how the end of Eclogue 1 and the end of Aeneid 2 can be read as mirror images of one another -- the ominous shadows of violence and civil war descending over the high mountains in Ecl. 1 versus the morning star and its glimmer of hope drawing Aeneas and his companions into the mountains, the suggestion of the imminent ruin of the pastoral world versus Aeneas’s (temporary) escape from that desolation and ruin into a pastoral space

and add to this that of course the similes in Aeneid 2 are all drawn from the pastoral world (Troy is a great tree falling on a high mountaintop; Aeneas is the unknowing shepherd who watches his fields burn), and so the move that Aeneas and companions make at the end of Aeneid 2 is effectively to flee into the vehicle of their similes, into the Aeneid’s own metatext, into another moment in Vergil’s own poetic career and the place where you might say it all began

[the-sky-queen]

Currently, Nexus lives in this giant . . . estate I guess, called The Keep. All the other Shepherds live there too, including Aela/Melody and Umbra.

And Blake . . . He lives with Evelyn I think, so @totaleclipse573 , where do they live? XD (Evelyn is Total's OC)

#6: Where does your OC live? Do they live with anyone else?

[ivyprism]

Pets... Because I have more characters

Skeleton and Half-Skeleton Characters -

Papyrus owns a Saint Bernard named Puzzle! (Plus the annoying Dog.) Sans has a pet rock named, expertly, "Rocky".

Cardinal has a pitbull named Spike. Plus a pet mouse that he saved from the jaws of death from Goose (he named this mouse Pikachu). And a cat named Pepper. Captain has a cat named Goose.

Stretch decided to adopt a German Pinscher named Reaper. Blue has no pet at this current point in time.

Airen owns a ball python named Noodle and a cat named Tom. Dolce, ironically, owns a mouse named Jerry.

Caramel has a spider named "Drake". His brother has no pets.

Hound has a possum (he caught in the garbage) and named her "Trash".

Chai is gonna own lots of chickens and his brother, Ceylon, is probably gonna adopt an Australian Cattle dog named Adalaide.

Cinnamon owns a siamese cat named Norris. Clove has no pets currently.

Cassia's Doomfanger (Goose), unfortunately, passed away during the famine. But he does have all of his Goose's litter. He named them Akira, Diva, Everest, Max, and Skadi. Chive decided to adopt a husky named Diesel.

Roscoe has a German Shepherd named Winona. Commander adopted a rescue Ragdoll cat named Peggy.

Griffin owns a messenger hawk named Tweety. Sentinel owns a Belgian Malinois named Magnus.

Conroy owned a goldfish named Goldy. Rain also has a Belgian Malinois named Fudge.

Bliss has a wolf named "Kylo". Comet and Umbra both have Siamese Cats named Milo and Charlie. Dusk has a wolf named Scout.

Sienna has a wolf named Mishka while her sister has a wolf named Katniss.

Citron owns a wolf named Frostine. Vapor has a pet swan named Fenella.

Galactica has a cute little tuxedo cat named "Queen". Her sisters don't have any known pets.

Poison has two dogs one named Bessie and the other named Achilles.

Pike has a mouse named Nugget. Elixir used to have a bloodhound named Otis.

Various Other Characters -

Prism has a cat named Leon. Piper has a mixed husky named Midnight. Ivy has two cats, one named Autumn, the other named Izzy. Ivy also has a dog named Aspen.

Yuki owns a cat named "Snowball". Lucy has a goat named Buttons. Mavis has a rooster named Cloud and Markus has a hen named Sunny. Leo has a lion named Alex. Sakura and Kaede have twin cats one named Cherry, the other named Blossom.

Sparrow has a hawk named Hunk.

Ayla has a fox named Sun. Cyra has a wolf named Moon.

Hydrangea has two cats and a Great Dane. Her cats are named Oreo and Coco. Her Great Dane is named Stella.

Hydra has a cat named Boots.

Harper has a cat named Angel.

Honor owns a cat named Bella.

Terra has three cats named Ares, Athena, and Nemesis. Terra also has a Corgi named Dionysus. Savanna has a Maine Coon named Merlin.

Hala has a hawk!

Nurse owns a white persian cat named Jewel.

Birdie has a sparrow named Angelbird.

Leanna and Louella own twin German shepherds named Ghost and Zoe.

Lotus owns a beautiful white bird named Weiss.

Lilium owns a Rottweiler named Moose.

Pele owns a raven named Robyn and a Bombay cat named Sabrina. Iyla also owns a raven named Tori and a white American Shorthair cat named Bianca. Isaac owns a tuxedo cat named Sylvester. (Faye is always with Sabrina as her mother offered her to her as a gift.)

Bourne owns two flat-coated retrievers named Rusty and Flora. He also owns at least three horses named Sunny, Lady, and Tucker.

Camila owns a dragon named Brenna.

Ariella owns a Burmese cat named Teddy.

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[7-wonders]

Circling the Drain

Summary: It's a race against time...wait, why do people say that? It's not a race against some outside force, it's a race against a crazed back-from-the-dead mafioso with a vengeance.

Word Count: 3454

A/N: I tried something a little different for this chapter in terms of formatting, mainly because there was so much I wanted to fit in different POVS. Uhhhhh let me know your thoughts and like, comments and reblogs make my world go round. ALSO that second gif is exactly how I imagine a certain scene (you'll know it when you read it).

Warnings: Very torture heavy chapter. Blood, torture methods, guns, knives, kidnappings, talk of death. You should probably go pet some puppies or kittens after you read this.

Previous chapters of Memento Mori: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

Duncan

It’s difficult to know how much time has passed since Duncan was last outside of this small concrete room. There’s no windows to let light in, no clocks to denote the hour, and no sort of schedule that he can catch on to. Although, even if there were a schedule, he would be too delirious from sleep deprivation to realize that there was one. The only thing that Duncan can count on is the unending torture at the hands of his uncle.

All of the crisis training in the world wouldn’t have prepared him for the physical and mental torture that he’s been put through. Though he doesn’t know it, it’s been almost seventy-two hours of this absolute hell, of Bill beating him black and blue, taunting him, slowly ripping out fingernails one by one (somehow, he still has six, though one of the six is just barely hanging on), refusing to let him sleep, and tasing him back to consciousness whenever he tries to close his eyes. This most recent time, the throbbing of his head had begged him enough to where he finally closed his eyes, only to be jolted up with a rush of electricity running through his body and seizing his muscles.

“You still think you’re getting out of it that easy, huh? That you can fall asleep and bide your time until you’re ‘rescued?’” Bill chuckles. “No, it’s not that easy.”

“Just kill me already, if that’s what you’re planning on,” Duncan says through clenched teeth, glaring up at Bill through the one eye that’s not completely swollen shut.

“Is that what you want? You want me to kill you?” His obviously-fake concern would enough to make bile rise in Duncan’s throat, if he had actually had anything left in his stomach.

“You want me to beg for it, don’t you?”

“I guess I underestimated you. Turns out you do have some sort of critical thinking skills.”

Duncan defiantly turns his head, refusing to give Bill what he wants. Realizing this, Bill begins to walk towards the door. As he does, going to flick off the single light bulb in this place, Duncan’s chest tightens in anticipation of the claustrophobia he’ll surely begin to feel (most likely a side-effect of what he’s gone through, considering he’s never been scared of dark spaces before) and he scrambles to stall him. “So why are you keeping me alive?”

Bill stops for a moment before slowly turning around. “I already told you.”

“No, I know that you want revenge. But what’s your plan? Why waste your time? Surely you’ll at least give me the honor of knowing what I’m dying for?”

His jaw clenches, not pleased with that last question, but he doesn’t hit Duncan. Yet. “I’m taking back what’s mine, and then some.”

“And you think Mom’s going to be okay with that?”

“Your poor mother is going to be more than okay with that when she finds out that the Coven killed her only child.”

Slowly, it dawns on Duncan. “You’re the one that’s been killing people in the Coven’s style and leaving them in our territory?”

“Of course I am!” Bill holds his arms out as if to say ‘tah-dah!’ “Cordelia Goode would never be so bold as to do that! But after I kill you, drain you of your blood, cut your tongue out, dump you in the Potomac, and reappear into society, people won’t care about that little fact. Especially after I reveal that it was the Coven that prompted me to fake my own death and go into hiding for years.”

“How long were you planning this?”

“About a year before you stabbed me, when I realized that you were far too…” he grits his teeth, “charismatic to not end up with the family business eventually. That’s why I always made sure that the police and paramedics were well-paid, just in case the day ever came that I needed them to lie on my behalf.”

“You have it all planned then, so why not just do it and kill me now?”

“Well, there are a couple of minor issues I still need to work out.” Bill glances at Duncan slyly. “Such as what to do with that girlfriend of yours.”

In a flash, Duncan sees red. He lunges, forgetting the fact that he’s chained to the radiator and can only go so far until his ankle is jerked violently and he falls back to the ground. “You leave her alone, she’s done nothing wrong!”

“You’re right, she hasn’t, but (Y/N) knows too much.”

Duncan’s heart skips a beat when he realizes that Bill (predictably) knows more than he should.

“I’m thinking a suicide? It’s very believable, what with the grieving girlfriend and all.” Bill steps forward and, ever so slowly, places his foot on one of Duncan’s hands. “Maybe she slits her wrists in the bath? It’s very easy to overpower someone when they’re vulnerable. Or perhaps she overdoses? That’s not my preferred method, though, far too much room for someone to survive an overdose. Tell me, Duncan, how would you prefer that she die?” With each possible method, Bill continues to lay more pressure on Duncan’s hand until Duncan is moaning in pain.

“Don’t...hurt her,” Duncan pants.

Bill finally removes his foot, giving Duncan a moment to breathe before he stomps on his hand, digging the toe of his shoe in until Duncan is screaming and Bill is sure his hand is broken. “I think she’ll jump into the Potomac with a weight tied around her ankle. The poeticism--her drowning in the same river that your body will be found in--is something that’s just too good to pass up.”

“I’ll kill you. I swear to God, I’ll kill you again and make sure that it sticks this time.” Tears are streaming down Duncan’s face, though whether that’s from the physical or emotional agony he’s in, he can’t be sure.

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” Bill smiles, walking to the light switch and flicking it off. “I’ll be back in a bit, and then our final act can finally begin.”

This time, Duncan doesn’t stop him before he leaves, barely letting the door close before his willpower crumbles and he begins to sob. Cradling his injured hand, he has to force himself to look at the now-mangled fingers. He gasps, attempting to straighten them out, but they refuse to even twitch in response. It’s now that Duncan realizes that the true torture is waiting. His mind and body shattered, he now has to be at the mercy of Bill Shepherd before he can finally die. He’s never wished for death before, but now, he feels a pang in his heart for every one of his victims that have had to wait, broken and bruised, for Duncan to kill them.

You

“Does this location have any significance to you?” Cordelia asks Annette, pointing to an address hastily written down on a scrap of paper. The address corresponds to a building, fairly nondescript, but obviously holding some sort of significance.

“No, it doesn’t.” Annette shakes her head.

“That’s because this is the location of the first school that I opened here in D.C. Bastard’s really going all in on trying to frame me for everything he’s done.”

(Y/N), who had previously been dozing off on Langdon’s lap (Langdon had already made her swear not to tell anybody or else he would kill her in her dreams like Freddy Kreuger), sits straight up at this moment. “What makes you think he’s there?” she asks.

“This car.” Cordelia pulls another paper out from the folder she had brought with her, this one a picture of a Mercedes E-Class. “It’s been back and forth from Umbra to the old school numerous times in the past two days. License plates are registered back to Umbra.”

“So it’s definitely Bill, then.”

“I’m not typically a betting woman, but I would put money on this. Surveillance indicates that this car has been parked in front of the Goode Academy for six straight hours now.”

(Y/N) doesn’t know much about hostage situations, but she has to assume that Bill being where Duncan is held captive for an extended amount of time means nothing good.

“We need to move now, then,” Annette says. There’s no question behind her voice; she’s going to get her son.

“Yes. Your team?”

“Myself, Langdon, and (Y/N).”

Cordelia glances warily at (Y/N). “Do you have combat experience?”

“Duncan trained me to fight, and also did some weapons training with me,” (Y/N) says.

“That’s good enough.” (Y/N) tries not to be offended. “I have myself, Madison, Misty, and Mallory.”

“We’re going?” Mallory, a brunette wearing a gold headband, says.

“I need my best girls, and you three have proven yourselves.”

“Alright then, let’s go.” Annette grabs a key from around her neck and unlocks what you thought to be a closet door, opening it to reveal a weapons cache large enough to rival a small government’s. “Stock up.”

“Which gun are you most comfortable with?” Langdon asks (Y/N), the two standing side-by-side after everybody else has had their turn.

“Uh, I don’t really know the names. It’s a handgun, and it’s black.”

“Probably a Springfield, then.” Langdon hands (Y/N) a gun that looks similar to ones that she’s handled before. “It’s already loaded.”

“Thanks.” She glances at Langdon after holstering her own weapon, watching as he selects numerous guns of different sizes. “What if we’re too late?”

“We won’t be.”

“But you heard what Cordelia said. Bill’s been there for six straight hours now. He could have--”

“You’re right, he could have,” Langdon interrupts. “But we can’t go in there assuming that the worst outcome has come true. We have to have hope. If nothing else, there’s always hope.”

“I have hope.”

“Good, because I do, too.” Langdon grabs a knife from the weapons closet, twirling the tip of the blade on his index finger. “Now let’s go get Duncan back.”

Duncan

Bill stands before Duncan, twirling the tip of a knife on his index finger. “I’ve held onto this for six years now. Do you recognize it?”

Of course Duncan recognizes the knife that he stabbed his uncle with. In his dreams, he can still feel the cool leather handle gripped tightly in his palm.

“It’s something of a treasure to me, although it certainly didn’t seem like it at first. I’ve come to recognize the significance of holding the thing that almost killed me, and I like to keep it as a reminder.” Bill holds the knife out to Duncan, knowing he’s too weak to fight him for it. “See that on the blade? Why don’t you read it for me?”

Cursive lettering is engraved on the blade, though it was not there when the knife had been in Duncan’s possession. “Memento mori,” Duncan mutters, trying to remember his Latin lessons from high school.

“It was an extremely popular phrase during the medieval period, specifically when it came to funerals. ‘Remember you must die.’ It’s a warning, a reminder. That’s what this knife has become to me, a reminder of the inevitability of death. It also reminds me that I’ve survived death before, and I’ll surely survive it again.”

“Quite the sense of humor,” Duncan remarks dryly.

Bill shrugs, bending down to Duncan’s level. “A little gauche, perhaps, but I enjoy the significance of the phrase.”

Duncan’s about to ask him what the point of this is when Bill shows him by shoving the knife into his abdomen. Duncan grunts in pain, gritting his teeth and glaring at him. “Of course you’re going to stab me just like I stabbed you.”

“Do you know how I managed to survive?” Bill asks.

“I’ve tried not to think about it much.”

“I survived,” Bill continues, “because you were too stupid to realize that you needed to pull the knife out. What do all of the medical professionals say when training civilians on dealing with stabbings? ‘Don’t remove the weapon.’ That’s the only thing keeping them from bleeding out, and it’s what kept me from bleeding out.”

“I had assumed I severed your abdominal aorta, what with all the blood.”

“Exactly, ‘assumed.’” Bill digs the knife around to watch the way that Duncan tries not to scream before pulling it out and watching as blood begins to pour out of the wound. For every beat of Duncan’s frantic heart, trying to pump blood to the source of the injury in an attempt to clot it, more blood pulses out. “Never assume things, my boy.”

Though his head is starting to spin, Duncan finds just enough rage to spit at Bill. “Go to hell.”

“From the looks of it, you’ll be there long before me,” he says almost gleefully before pulling out a gun and shooting him in the thigh. This time, Duncan openly screams. “Just wanted to make sure you actually die, if the stabbing wasn’t enough.” Bill’s extremely nonchalant, as if he’s discussing the nuances of the Nationals rather than talking about murder.

Bill grabs a key and unlocks the chain from around Duncan’s leg, knowing that he won’t have the strength to escape. “I’ll be back in half an hour to check on you.”

“Fuck you,” Duncan responds, but Bill’s already gone.

Duncan moans in pain as he stares at his wounds, feeling the stickiness of blood beginning to pool under him. Lifting a shaky hand, he presses it to his abdomen to try and slow the bleeding. As he swallows deeply, realizing that he very likely is going to die shortly, he thinks about a number of things, mainly regrets.

He wishes that he had realized earlier that his mom was just as much Bill’s victim as he was.

He wishes that he appreciated Michael more for the brother he had been to him.

He wishes that he had told (Y/N) that he loved her more often.

But most especially, Duncan wishes that he had just put a bullet in Bill’s head that night instead of stabbing him. Then, he wouldn’t be feeling this intense cold begin to settle in his bones as he’s forced to slowly die on the concrete floor of a basement. Facing the Grim Reaper head-on is not nearly as dramatic as he thought it would be.

You

Watching the Coven, Langdon, and Annette taking out the defectors is not nearly as dramatic as (Y/N) thought it would be. Wisely, they had requested that she stay behind until the perimeter was secured. It’s much quieter, and a lot less bloody; as it turns out, members of organized crime do have consciences, and chose to subdue those not directly a threat. After Langdon finishes tying those who had remained loyal to Bill together, Cordelia motions for (Y/N) to follow the group into the old school.

The proud sign that once declared this building the Goode Academy now lies in the dirt of the overgrown lawn. The doors are open, solely because the rusted hinges make it impossible for them to remain closed against a gentle breeze. The further that they make it inside, the more frantic (Y/N) is. She knows that they’re close to Duncan, she just doesn’t know what state they’ll find Duncan in. Before they can make it too far with Cordelia as their guide, Bill appears. Instead of holding a machine gun, which is kind of what (Y/N) had expected, he has a concerned look on his face.

“Annette, thank god you’re here! I know this must be confusing to you, but when I heard that Duncan was missing, I knew that I needed to save him from the bitches that had sent me into hiding years ago.”

Confusion blankets (Y/N)’s mind as she tries to figure out what’s going on, but Annette doesn’t feel the same. “Cut the shit, Bill. I know what you’ve been doing.”

Bill laughs. “You’re going to let Cordelia Goode manipulate you into believing her, after she tried to kill me?”

“You’re an idiot. You think I don’t smell the blood in the air?” Annette laughs viciously, a verbal slap in the face. “Where’s my son?”

Like a switch was flipped, the worry on Bill’s face falls into contempt. “You’ve always been too emotional for your own good, Annette.”

“‘Family over everything,’” Annette quotes. “Remember that? What happened to that?”

“That died the day that that--that mistake came back from boarding school and decided that our business, the empire we built from the ground up, was his birthright.”

“You never were good at sharing, were you?”

The siblings stare at each other for a moment before Bill sighs. “You could have just been complicit, but no. Guess I’ll have to think on the fly, then.” He pulls out a gun and cocks the hammer back.

Before he can fire, Madison and Mallory appear from behind him, having snuck into the back. Madison knocks the gun out of his hand, the weapon firing into the ceiling, as Mallory socks him in the face and drives him to his knees. Both women force his hands behind him, holding him still as Cordelia walks up to him.

“The door to the basement is in the kitchen, hidden behind the left wall of the pantry,” Cordelia says to the group.

(Y/N)’s off, moving as fast as she can while maneuvering through the unfamiliar house. “Wait, you can’t do this. Annette, you aren’t really going to let the Coven, of all people, do this to me?” Bill pleads.

“I can actually, and I will. After all,” Annette turns to Cordelia, “we have a deal.”

In the kitchen, (Y/N) throws open the pantry door, pushing and shoving and pulling at the left wall before it finally opens to reveal a set of stairs.

“Girls?” Annette calls just before she reaches the door. “Make it painful.”

(Y/N) runs down the stairs, hands scrambling along the wall until she comes across a light switch. Flicking it on, her eyes look around the room until she sees a lifeless figure on the floor that’s surrounded by a pool of blood. A cry is ripped from her chest as she falls to her knees beside Duncan, hands hovering above him as she tries to figure out what to do first.

He’s pale, scarily so, and he’s breathing so shallowly that she can’t tell he’s breathing at first. Somehow, with all the blood, he’s still breathing. All (Y/N) can focus on is the fact that he’s still alive (later, she’ll wonder how she didn’t even flinch at all of the injuries and the blood, oh, the blood) as she rips her shirt off and presses it firmly against the wound on his stomach, calling his name over and over again in increasing levels of desperation.

From behind her, she can hear Annette scream and yell for Langdon to call an ambulance. She can feel the presence of somebody next to her as they catalogue where Duncan’s hurt, but she can’t bring herself to look away from Duncan’s face. His perfect face, that she’s kissed over and over a thousand times and has taken immense pleasure in watching a blush rise to the surface. His perfect face that she’s now slapping to try and get him to at least show some sort of response.

“You don’t get to die like this,” she tells him, hoping that he’ll somehow manage to hear her. “You said that you didn’t want to be the reason I suffered, but look at you now, making me suffer. Don’t keep me suffering like this!”

Slowly, and just barely, his eyes crack open just enough that (Y/N) can see a hint of blue. His lips move, saying something without audible sound, and she brings her head down to his to try and catch what he’s saying.

“An angel.” She finally makes out what his reverent whisper is over the wail of the incoming ambulances, and laughs brokenly as her head falls onto his chest in relief.

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