#also i'm aware i misspelled magic

[onekonii]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔫 [2nd part]: Where the melody is lost, another is reborn

Note:

Thank you very much to those who have waited for this ugly thing, my mind is not good at doing these things so sorry if it took me almost 2 years to bring this, but I had SO many personal problems that I honestly don't have time for my Tumblr. Also, as I said, it's a hobby and lately I don't feel like doing anything, I took advantage of the fact that I was inspired.... enjoy I guess :P

Warnings⚠️:

Domestic abuse, mentions of physical violence and— uh... Character deaths (non-protagonist) There may or may not be inconsistencies or misspellings/pronouns, apologies to readers if that happens.

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Tufts of hair rippled in the soft, cool breeze of the garden. The tiny, slightly bruised hands of the barely four-year-old girl tried to catch an elusive butterfly. Her clothes, simple and a bit worn for someone her age, did not diminish the curiosity that drove her to explore beyond the restrictions imposed by her absent mother. The Duchessess had asked her never to go out without her supervision, but the inquisitive nature of children was stronger than any warning.

To the little girl's eyes, the garden of the mansion, now abandoned and overgrown with vines, seemed like a magical world. A soft scent emanated from the flowers, even though they had withered with time. The tall trees were like silent guardians, their leaves whispering stories of the past in the breeze.

The butterfly, delicate and ephemeral, was the child's guide in an ethereal dance. Each flutter of its wings was a ray of hope in the midst of the melancholy that surrounded the mansion. The sweet little girl could not help but chase after this ray of fleeting beauty, despite her mother's warnings.

While the little girl was clumsily climbing a tree in pursuit of the butterfly that seemed to mock her innocent determination, her mother had come in from her 'homework'. Her eyes, which had been silently watching from a discreet distance, had finally come to rest on her daughter. A smile, both loving and stern, lit up her face, revealing the inner struggle that she, too, was facing.

(Y/N), her small hands gripping the rough bark of the tree, realized that she had been discovered. Words of rebuke were on her mother's lips as she finally decided to climb down from the tree, but before she could speak, her daughter looked up with innocent eyes and a loving heart.

"I'm sorry, Mommy," she murmured (Y/N) in a soft voice. Her confession was filled with an innocence that would melt even the hardest of hearts.

The Duchess sighed inwardly, tired from the hardships she had to face on a daily basis, both inside and outside of the mansion. Her words, however, were filled with love and concern. "You must be careful, darling. You are too young to risk such games. Besides, you are well aware that you are not supposed to be helping me with the cleaning of the palace, and yet you do it because we have no servants. I don't want anything to happen to you."

Understanding her mother's concern, (Y/N) nodded. "Sorry, Mommy. I promise that I will be more careful and I will help you as much as I can."

The girl held onto her mother's hand, and together, mother and daughter, they walked back into the mansion. 

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The Duchess held her daughter in her arms as they walked back to the rooms of the mansion. (Y/N) looked around curiously and asked, with the innocence befitting her age, how her mother's day had been. The Duchess smiled and assured her that there was no need to worry, that she was a child and should not be burdened with adult responsibilities.

But the little girl sulked and began to whine when her mother suggested that she take a bath. "Mommy," she protested, "I don't want to take a bath. "I always get itchy dandruff and my eyes hurt when I go in."

With a hint of melancholy in her eyes, the Duchess sighed. She knew that her daughter's peculiarities were more than just skin-related. They were a reminder to her of a past she would rather forget, of a time when things had been different. But out of love for her daughter, she kept her thoughts to herself. She nodded tenderly.

"I understand, my love." She replied softly as they reached the bathroom. "But it's important that you become clean. Perhaps we can find some way to make it less uncomfortable. "

The Duchess prepared the bath carefully. She made sure the water temperature was perfect and added some fragrant herbs to ease (Y/N)'s discomfort. Her blue eyes watching the reflection of the candles on the surface, the girl cautiously stepped into the water.

As the Duchess gave her daughter a bath, (Y/N) once again asked with a child's curiosity, "Is it normal for me to look like this, Mama? My scales show and my eyes feel strange when I get we."

The Duchess gently stroked her daughter's hair and replied, smiling softly. "You are special, sweetheart. You have been given a gift, an inheritance that makes you unique, your appearance and especially your eyes. You should not be afraid of the opinions of others."

Her mother's words brought a small measure of comfort to (Y/N), who was beginning to feel more at ease in the water. As the last of the day's light filtered through the bathroom window, mother and daughter shared a moment of intimacy and love that reminded her of why she had not yet given up.

As the Duchess gently dried herself with the towel (Y/N), she was suddenly struck by a coughing fit. The cough was as hoarse as it was painful, and as blood spurted from her lips and stained the white towel, (Y/N) looked up at her mother with eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"Moma, are you all right?" the little girl asked with a look of concern shining in her blue eyes as her small hands gripped the towel tightly in her grip.

The weakness in her voice betrayed her inner struggle, but the Duchess tried to smile. "It's just a little cold, my dear." She replied tenderly. "You don't have to worry. Moma is going to be fine."

(Y/N) nodded, accepting her mother's words with the innocence befitting her age, though it didn't make her stop worrying. "It's okay, Moma ...  I'm going to take care of you."

But in the depths of her heart, the Duchess knew that all was not well. Worry and pain gripped her being, not only because of her own failing health, but also because of the dark secret she held in her heart. A secret that would affect (Y/N)'s life in ways she couldn't even imagine.

Even so, she pushed her feelings and her worries to the back of her mind. Smiling, she carried her to bed and told her a story. 

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The sun was slowly beginning to set in the sky, casting a golden glow over the garden as it did so. (Y/N) was holding a makeshift broom in her hand as she eagerly swept up the fallen leaves. Autumn was just around the corner, and the little girl was very excited about the arrival of the new season. She jumped up and down, giggling as she chased the leaves to the ground. Her laughter filled the quiet garden with an infectious joy.

The duchess watched her daughter fondly, her smile a reflection of her happiness to see her enjoying her childhood in spite of the adversity she was facing. The Duchess couldn't help but giggle as (Y/N) turned to her with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes and told her she could sweep faster.

"Oh, do you really think you can do it any faster, little tempest?" the Duchess teased as she came closer. "In defiance of your mother, are you?"

The little girl nodded her head with determination, and then, in a playful gesture, the two of them began a friendly competition. Both swept fervently, their laughter filling the air as they exchanged complicit, playful glances.

In the end, they both finished the job exhausted but full of joy. The Duchess scooped up her daughter and began playing, picking up leaves and dropping them on (Y/N), who laughed and rolled in her arms.

The garden, with its dry and broken fountain, was filled with the laughter and the love shared between mother and daughter, a breath of happiness in the midst of the shadows that threatened to darken their world and to extinguish the little light in their lives.

The play between the Duchess and her daughter was pitifully interrupted when the butler of the main house, a man of elegant and serious bearing, approached, looking formal. "My lady," he announced in a respectful voice, "I am sorry to disturb you, but your parents have arrived and wish to see you." 

The girl hid behind her mother, obeying her mother's rule of not allowing the man to see her as such.

The Duchess nodded. Her smile was subdued, but her eyes reflected concern. This visit was a routine that her family followed to make sure that the Duke was not completely neglecting her, and to maintain the flow of money that would never make it into her hands. Remembering the harsh reality of her marriage, the smile faded slightly.

(Y/N) looked at her mother and then at the butler, not fully understanding the situation. In youthful innocence, she asked inquisitively, "Can I meet my grandparents, Moma?"

The Duchess bent down to be at her daughter's level and gently stroked her hair. "Not this time, my dear," she replied in a sweet voice. "While I'm away, I want you to stay here and take care of the mansion. I promise I'll return soon."

She looked at her mother with doubtful eyes, watching the Duchess's expression become increasingly sad as she went after the man. She could feel the sadness in the air and was unsure if she should follow her mother or stay behind in the mansion, despite her young age.

The little girl decided to break the rule her mother had given her with a feeling of fear and curiosity. Leaving the broom on the floor, she sneaked around the mansion, dodging the servants, dressed in simple clothes, and walking barefoot, as if she were a common slave, if you looked closely enough. Following her mother from a distance, she came to a hallway where the doors were ajar, excited and curious at the thought of meeting her grandparents (Y/N), she wondered if they would be kind like in fairy tales and if she would finally have a complete family, but unfortunately several voices in the room burned away those hopes and revealed the harsh reality that had been hidden from her childish eyes.

Surrounded by imposing and cruel figures, the Duchess sat in the center of the room. Her grandmother, a high society lady, scolded her daughter in an authoritative voice. She said: "What on earth are you wearing? My God, what indecency, have you lost all sense of decency and propriety? You have a filthy, emaciated appearance."

The grandmother went on to compare the Duchess to other high society ladies. She pointed out the Duchess's shortcomings and harshly criticized her daughter. "Have a look at the other ladies, with their fancy dresses and jewels. Compared to them, you look like a tramp."

The grandfather also sighed, bored, the girl could see from afar that he was a cold and distant man, he just looked on indifferently, before he started to say cruel words to his own daughter as well. 

"For God's sake, even after all these years you're still useless, a burden. You're only here because your brother asked for it. And to be honest, he made us waste the family fortune."

Helplessly, the Duchess swallowed her tears and pressed her lips together, reminding herself that it was for his sake. But the fact that her husband was also part of the chorus of criticism was annoying enough, as it was an opportunity for humiliation. "You should learn from other ladies who know how to please their husbands and make them happy," he said.

Even the Duke's mistress threw her own darts in her sweet, venomous voice. "Poor Duchess, you thought you could compete? Your beauty is a thing of the past, and he has found happiness in my arms. We only keep you here for pity, you dirty bitch!" 

(Y/N) watched in silence, hidden in the shadows of the hallway, as the sadness and humiliation washed over her mother. The cruel dialogues and the oppressive atmosphere of the room made her feel tormented. Sadness began to fill her young heart, and although she did not fully understand the complexities of the situation, she could sense the injustice and cruelty that hung over her mother.

With a heart full of rage and helplessness, (Y/N) clenched her fists and pushed open the doors to the room and entered with a determination. She began to cry uncontrollably as she glared accusingly at all the gathered adults.

"Liars! You're the bad people who hurt my mommy!" she shouted with courage and a rage that contrasted with her young age. As she tried to defend her mother from the cruel trial she was being subjected to, her voice quivered with emotion.

The adults present were shocked to see the little girl act so bravely and defy social norms with her unexpected behavior, including (Y/N)'s grandparents. The Duchess's mother was outraged by what she saw as disrespect. She said:

"That little girl is acting like a savage! Get her out of here!" she shouted in the tone of a lady of high society who could not understand the insolence of such a thing.

The Duke, looking at (Y/N) with interest and surprise, finally turned to the Duchess, who was trembling with fear to see her daughter in the middle of this confrontation with those who only wanted to hurt her. Frankly, she blamed herself, knowing that her daughter would not always obey her. As the Duke hurled accusations, the adults present surrounded her, demanding answers and explanations about the identity of (Y/N)'s father.

"Who is the father of this child, Duchess? Damn it, I thought you were boring and you turned out to be a whore," he complained and accused her coldly, even though his look was full of malice. "I thought you were barren. And look, you had this brat well hidden from me!" 

The Duke, taking the child by the arms, examined her, while the poor mother of the child just stopped in the midst of so many questions and reproaches.

The Duchess, her eyes filled with tears and trembling with fear, knew that she could not reveal the true identity of (Y/N)'s father at that moment. It was her secret that was at stake, and she had to protect her daughter from the consequences of the truth.

Tension in the room rose as the Duchess tried to explain the situation. But her mother, her face flushed with anger and contempt, slapped her hard before she could answer. Everyone in the room was momentarily silenced by the sound of the blow.

"You are unfaithful and ungrateful," the Duchess's mother charged bitterly. "You are a traitor to your family and to your blood."

Then the Duchess's mother began to complain in a bitter tone, blaming her also for the death of her older brother, Crysten, who had asked everyone to help care for his sister before he died fighting in the Northern War. The Duchess listened to the accusing words, tears streaming down her cheeks as she felt crushed by guilt.

"Crysten was the only one who cared for you. And look how you rewarded him. You slept with another man and fathered a bastard." The Duchess's mother sneered.

Finally, in a fit of rage and grief, the heartbroken Duchess burst out. She cried out her truths mixed with bitterness and despair, her words filled with raw emotion. 

"I know all this, Mother!" *Her face said it all, she was hysterical and angry. "I know that I'm here at my brother's request before he died, I know that no one wants me here! Yes, I have made mistakes, but how can I face my husband's betrayal when he is wallowing with another woman right in front of me? The world is hypocritical! Yes, I have been running away from my problems, and I am still doing that, but I'm not going to let you insult this little girl. She's my daughter, I'M HER MOTHER! I don't care who her daddy is, she makes me happy and guess what, I'm sick of all of you. Because I care about her, I can't leave! Even if I'm suffering, I'm okay when she's smiling".

After the Duchess's passionate words, silence fell over the room. Everyone in the room, including (Y/N), was taken aback by the revelation that she had a father, and by her mother's emotional defense of her. Raw emotions filled the air and created a tense and charged atmosphere in the room. The shock was so great that the Duke let the little girl go, leaving her bruised and battered.

Erizebette was heartbroken and tears welled up in her eyes. She took her daughter by the hand and led her away from that place of accusations and bitterness. The angry voices of the adults shouted at her to return and settle the matter. But Erizebette could not stand it any longer.

She walked determinedly, holding her child, covering her ears and hiding her in her chest. The girl could not say a word, feeling the sorrow of the atmosphere around her and still afraid of the looks that were directed at her, scornful and humiliating. Her broken dreams, her childish wish for her mother and grandparents to be with her... were gone.

Finally, in the safety of her room, Erizebette put her daughter to bed. The darkness of the night had enveloped the room, and the weight of all that had happened was weighing heavily on her shoulders.

(Y/N), with eyes full of innocence, broke the silence. "Moma, is all that stuff they said true? ..... My grandparents looked at me with disgust. Am I a mistake? I... Do you regret that you had me?" Her voice trembled with a child's fear of not understanding the cruel world around her. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I'm a fool for not realizing how much you were hurting. Forgive me for being greedy and for my desire to live out a family fantasy like the stories you have read to me."

Erizebette looked at her daughter incredulously for a moment, then hugged her, tears flowing freely. "Oh, my girl," she whispered, voice broken. "You should never have to feel like this. You are the light of my life, my love, my strength. You are the light of my life, my reason to go on."

Letting their emotions boil over, they hugged each other tightly. Erizebette's tears mingled with (Y/N)'s. In the darkness of the night and their lonely sobs, they formed an unbreakable bond between mother and daughter.

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With (Y/N) always by her side, Erizebette continued her daily chores in the old mansion in the days that followed. Together they cleaned the deserted spaces, brushed away the dust of the past and brought some life back into the forgotten place.

The little girl's curiosity was insatiable. She kept asking questions about her father. She wanted to know what he was like, why he wasn't with them, and why she couldn't get to know him. Erizebette would answer these questions in vague terms, protecting her daughter from the painful truth that threatened to tear at her innocence and shatter what little emotional stability Erizebette herself had left.

But in these days, when the nights became dark and silent, Erizebette began to share (Y/N) memories of her past. She would talk about a certain albino, mentioning his attractive features, his curls like snow in winter, his crystal clear eyes like the deep sky in which it was easy to lose oneself, and his indescribable beauty. The Duchess would tell these stories with melancholy, as if the memory of these moments brought her comfort in the midst of her present suffering. But it was also a painful source of pent-up feelings and unfulfilled regrets.

It was on one of these nights, however, that an uncontrollable fit of coughing shook Erizebette's fragile body. (Y/N) panicked. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched helplessly as her mother suffered. The girl promised her with sobs that she would go for help, but Erizebette stopped her with a trembling hand.

"No, dear," she said faintly, leaning against the wall. "Just take me to lie down."

(Y/N) obeyed and carefully carried her to bed. The Duchess was still coughing. Her strength was waning as she tried to remain calm in the face of her daughter's concern.

Erizebette showed no sign of improvement when she finally lay down. The child cried beside her, clutching her mother desperately. Erizebette knew it was time to reveal the truth as she looked into her daughter's painful eyes.

"You must know, my love," she began, voice shaking. "I am ill and I do not think I can be at your side much longer."

The heavy words hung in the air, leaving (Y/N) heartbroken as she took in the harsh reality and the possibility of her mother's loss. The room, once filled with stories and laughter, was now filled with tears. The little girl's chest felt heavy. 

Caressing her daughter's face, Erizebette began to tell her the truth in a weak but loving voice. "Listen to me, my precious light," she said in a low voice. "Mum's got to leave soon, and frankly, you've seen how bad people can be, so .... Don't cry, please. Be strong. Don't let anything get in your way." A cough interrupted her words. But she continued with determination.

"But let me tell you something, my baby..." Erizebette could not finish the phrase as her daughter interrupted her with tears. "Don't say that! You can't die! I know you'll get well. You said you would, Mummy!"

The woman smiled warmly and stroked her daughter's face as she continued to cry. "I'm sorry, my love. I won't be able to keep this promise, but listen," she said softly. "When I leave this world, leave this house without looking back. And take with you the shell necklace that is buried in the biggest tree near the well. Look for Papa, I'm sure he will help you," Erizebette smiled tiredly and whispered her last breath as she coughed.

"(Y/N), I want to tell you that among all the bad and pathetic things in my life, you were my only achievement that I can really be proud of. Please don't ever forget that. Don't let anyone try to diminish how you shine.

With these words, Erizebette closed her eyes and her hand cooled on top of her daughter's. (Y/N) was stunned and refused to come to terms with the loss.

(Y/N)'s tears continued to flow as her mother continued to speak. The little girl desperately tried to wake Erizebette. She cried out: 

"MUMA!!! This isn't funny, please don't fall asleep!" She pleaded, breathless. "Mummy, mummy, please, I know you're sleeping, but get up .... Please don't leave me here alone! PLEASE!"

Silence fell over the room. The little girl was caught in a whirlwind of overwhelming emotions. As she mourned the departure of the one person who had been her refuge in this cruel world, sadness, loss and confusion washed over her.

"Mummy... Why? Mum, I was greedy with you and now .... now - wuaaah!!!" She couldn't speak, her throat closed up, and to be honest, she could hardly process anything but the fulfilment of her mother's (Y/N) words, still crying inconsolably, she walked towards the place where she used to play with the Duchess.

Suddenly the weather turns nasty, with dark clouds covering the sky, almost reacting to the little girl's grief, or perhaps to the sound of another person crying in the distance. Between sobbing, the little girl digs out the jewellery box her mother told her about. 

She opens it and finds a beautiful crystal shell which makes melodious sounds when caressed by the nascent wind, as the old villa was near the coast. As the water from the recent rain soaks her completely, (Y/N) carefully puts on the necklace. The girl screams and cries, feeling the loss of her mother and the longing for her presence, but she gradually fades away and begins to feel sleepy. She crawls over to the Duchess's corpse, smiles and wishes her goodnight as she sleeps beside her mother's cold body.

Elsewhere, somewhere far away, a figure awakens suddenly with the feeling that his connection with Erizebette has been abruptly severed. The pain in his heart is gone, but all that does is cause him to scream and cry out in despair. The pain is unbearable as he knows his beloved is dead. But something inside him tells him that there is still a faint connection, a small piece of his magic, linked to the necklace he gave her years ago. The necklace the girl now wears. He has a feeling that something has changed, but he can't quite make sense of it, but he hasn't given up hope and vows to find the source of this new connection.

For like a last melody abandoned, another will be reborn...

Nearest, yet far beyond

Warmth in the distance

How would you respond

To this madness, this existence?

Hold me closer

Hold me tighter

I'm mirroring this clear view

Filling up with blindness

Projecting that I need you

To overcome my weakness

Oh, the cold, the void, the light out

This warmth will go, wither out

(Hoo-ooh, ah)

(Hoo-ooh, ah)

Dearest, I shall not long

Grief in insistance

How to break this bond

When it's timeless, when it's cherished?

Hold me closer

Hold me tighter

Admiring this clеar view

Feeling crushed with brightness

Forgеtting that my time flew

Forgetting I was lifeless

The cold, the void, this light out

Our warmth will go, wither out

(Hoo-ooh, ah)

(Hoo-ooh, ah)

Thanks for reading and this time I won't put the thank you box in given my image/video oversaturation. I hope you like it and I still have to finish the third part, let's see if I can think of something. Bye bye! (-.-)Zzz・・・・(*゜▽゜)_□

[onethverse]

OC-Tober catch-up! days 2-5

Prev: Day 1 | #loz oc

oops all LoZ ocs.

2: NEW OC

Oneth (wunth) ([wʌnθ])

Oneth is dying of memory. A spirit whose power flourishes in darkness, it was weakened as Hyrule left the Calamity behind and entered a new era of peace and enlightenment. Although every mouth that utters its name brings it closer to its death, Oneth still revealed itself to Sabel, and the two formed a pact. To erase the burden of memory from the world, easing Sabel's suffering and grief while saving his mysterious friend's life. It cannot be seen. Oneth is a small, slight creature that glows with a faint light, much like a fairy; absent is the cheery tinkling of fairy bells. It is nearly a foot in height and has wings and long, tangled appendages. Its fish-like gaze betrays a desire to see all swallowed by the abyss. Its domain is oblivion and the lightless abyssal depths of the sea.

how recently did you make them?

Last November probably. So I do have newer ocs. But they needs images :( regarding its design:

i had the idea of an anti-fairy with fish attributes for a little while, but it clicked into place after playing some Ico recently. I had to draw the thing at the intersection of Yorda, Seath the scaleless, and rabbit fish (chimaera monstrosa.) One of my other inspirations for this character was Jenna Moran's oeuvre of RPGs like Nobilis and Glitch. Never even played them I just follow people on tumblr who post about them nonstop

3: OLD OC

now this is crazy. via: maples.im

how long ago did you make them?

Seyches began as my MapleStory character when I started playing around 2005.

Sorry, I've had to reread that sentence about a dozen times now. It's been how long?

In his first iteration, he was an exiled prince with eyes that changed colors based on emotion, in a love triangle with two or more demon boyfriends, and eternally escaping some dungeon or being caged somewhere.

Also, he was called into duty as a silly pirate's first mate and pyrotechnics expert; such are the demands of irc rp.

credit: cata_dioptric, trubadui (via picrew)

Seyches (I already have his IPA right here, so I'll drop it: [sɛʃ]) is a lonely 30-year-old dude. He has a job as a scrivener, but moonlights as a forger. In his spare time, he’s writing a historical play about Gerudo kings. He likes coffee and cats. He is a trans man, born female and living as a man; a move regarded by some as “not Gerudo-like.” Irrelevant.

He's a former "business partner" of Domri, who pretends not to know Seyches despite being well acquainted. He has an ability to suss out people's secrets, so after meeting Sabel and Ark he becomes aware of both their bizarre obsession with each other and the potential doom they intend to bring upon the world. Well, he's neither a user of powerful magic nor a ninja swordsman, so the best he can do is play mind games with them.

⭐ 4: UNDER-APPRECIATED OC

an oc you feel like you don't talk about enough, or you haven't fleshed out as much as you would like

Anika, whose name I misspelled in my previous post, and who I fridged...Um, if there's anything I'd like to say to women, it's this: I'm sorry women.

Here's what we know: she was a girl who liked to sing, chase boys, and privately harbor grandiose dreams. After the birth of her only child, he became her primary obsession. Btw, the father is unknown, but according to genetic testing on the only chromosome he didn't inherit from her (wait, I count 47 here?) we have narrowed down the most likely candidates to Jareth the Goblin King and aliens from ufos. So anyway, Anika and her parthenogenetic clone were able to comfortably get by once the child started talking to fairies, who would lead him to places where caches of treasure had been hidden long ago by people who hoped to retrieve it after the apocalypse.

credit: z idk their socials

This is just another picture of Sabel but they're almost identical to each other. Sabel is taller and has smaller tits I guess

At least Anika has tumblr posts I can associate w/ her even if it's 1. an x-files gifset: “But the baby’s father is an alien?” / “No, no, I didn’t say he was an alien, I said he was from another planet. His name is Luke Skywalker. He’s what’s known as a Jedi Knight.” 2. "splish splash, hobbit overboard"

5: RE-DESIGNED OC

credit: The Illoganatii

an oc who has changed a lot (what changed about them?) or, if you haven't redesigned an oc: is there anything you might want to change about an existing oc?

Ark has been around about as long as Seyches, originating as a doodle based on the main character of Pokemon Trozei, which I read about in Nintendo Power and have never played. Regrettably it was drawn on the back of my state standardized test so I could never have it back.

He was a ponytail girl with a blue beret. and a blonde. He became a copium ranger/repressed ninja. For my own satisfaction, I thought I could make a strongly ftm-coded cis male character, but something else happened.

He's a man but he's a child. He's in love with his murderer. He knows he's being manipulated and he can see through Sabel’s lies. He's a puppet he's a doll. He's sick and full of twisted grief. And he's your next president/owner of the Triforce of wisdom. Wisdom?! I wish I’d been born a… The wanter.

if i redesigned an oc now it would be oneth bc if i had to draw that thing repeatedly i would simply replace it with a fish head with wings

Thanks for reading :3

[lolliputian]

Writer Interview Tag

Ooh, fun! Thank you to @graysparrowao3 for tagging me in this; I find talking about my process fascinating but am never sure if folks are interested in this kind of thing.

I'm bad at keeping up on my dash, so apologies if you got tagged and did this already and I wasn't aware: @rainyssafespace @queen-of-cats @trashcritter

On y vas!

When did you start writing?

I've always been an extremely imaginative person, so I've been composing scenarios and stories in my head for as long as I can remember. The earliest I actually remember being really into writing was in third grade, and--don't laugh--a Magic School Bus fanfic (where my classmates and I turned into the characters on the show, I guess nine-year-old Lolli was into isekai?).

From then on, I've always been writing and world building to some degree. I finished my first "novel" at age 11, which was stylistically very Babysitters Club inspired, about my friends and me putting on a school production of The Sound of Music. It was seventy pages on WordPerfect, I was very proud, and every use of "definitely" was misspelled "defiantly".

Come to think of it, my fifth grade best friend was also very into writing. We'd sit around and alternate between one of us drawing and one of us writing in her room. From what I can tell, she's kept up with the drawing whereas I've kept up with the writing since then.

Are there any specific themes or genres that you enjoy reading other than what you write?

I enjoy reading futuristic or science fiction works but have no desire to write it myself. I like my swords and magic!

In terms of fanfic, I usually tend to gravitate toward stuff I'm not writing as a rule of thumb. Part of that is because I get so immersed in what I'm writing that I don't want to confuse myself, but part of it is the fun of exploring characters or ships I know I won't in my own writing.

Is there a writer that you want to emulate or get compared to often?

That I want to emulate? No. I want to show my readers who I am through my writing as a way to express myself in a way I usually don't allow myself.

That I get compared to often? I'm not aware of any. But I'm also not sure how many writers in the BG3 space are writing chaptered post-game ensemble fics with a rotating third person POV that heavily feature OCs outside of Tav. It's, errr, a specific niche.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I write on my laptop. It's almost always in my living room in a specific chair, with a cup of coffee on one side and cats curled up with me. Occasionally, I'll write in my home office or at my dining room table. Sometimes, I'll also write on my desktop, depending on what's going on. Or, if I'm writing at work, I have a little "lunch nook" in my office that I'll sit in to type away.

Editing is exclusively done on my desktop computer. In lieu of printing out work to proofread, having a different space and a different monitor help immensely to catch errors.

To note, I absolutely cannot write on my phone. Outside of roleplay tags, it drives me insane. I don't know how people do it.

Every once in a while, I write things out physically with pen and paper as a treat.

What is your most effective way to muster up a muse?

I don't have a great or awe inspiring answer for this. The fact of the matter is, when inspiration hits, I know I have to run with it or it's lost.

If I'm struggling, what I will do in lieu of writing out sentences and paragraphs is to put what I want to say into note form. Then, when I go back to actually write, a lot of it is out there for me to take and use as I see fit. It helps a LOT.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

There are! I get teased for being the angst queen on one of my servers. But I love stories where people band together to overcome adversity. You'll find particular with my ships where, if the couple can't overcome things external to their relationship together, I get bored writing them really fast. This is partially why I struggle with smut and where I outright can't write readers.

Along the vein of readers: I can't write those or generic Tav fics at all. If I can't deep dive into characterization, my interest flies out the window.

I love running gags ("it's under new management"), well placed references, and call backs. Also, I tend to enjoy writing platonic relationships over romantic or sexual relationships.

What is your reason for writing?

I write what I want to read. Outside of that, my major motivation is wanting to explore things no one else is writing. While walking the well-trodden path might get me more interaction, it also isn't going to make me happy; I'll sacrifice smaller numbers for writing what makes me happy.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment that you find particularly motivating?

Anyone who takes the time to comment on my fic has my utmost appreciation, especially in this age where people don't comment often. It means a lot you take the time to leave one.

But my favorite is when people engage me in conversation about my fic. I have a friend who recently read throughout all of Time and Again and is working on my other fics, and they are excellent at pointing out specific characterization and narrative beats. Moments like that make me feel like the readers really get me.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Well-spoken and able to execute concepts well. I put a lot of time and thought into most of what I write, and I hope that shows.

What do you think is your greatest strength as a writer?

Worldbuilding and connecting the dots. I haven't gotten a whole lot of comments from people recognizing the return of things foreshadowed chapters ago in longfic, but I do it quite a bit. My brain is naturally wired for long form content.

If I can toot my own horn, bringing characters to life and making them feel like actual people, flaws and all. I'm extremely picky about characterization and try to hold myself to a particular standard there.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

I answered this above: I write for myself. In my opinion, when I write what others want over what I want to write, it is absolutely apparent in the quality of my work. I'll sacrifice the numbers for what makes me really happy any day.

How do you feel about your own writing?

As someone who is typically extremely self-critical about everything I do: Writing is the one area where I am not. I'm a good writer, and I love to reread my own work.

I spent a long time practicing and writing privately and am only recently showing it to the world, and I think that makes all the difference in terms of my self-confidence.

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

"Wait, why is Loki naked?!?!"

This is The Mighty Thor issue 359, originally published September 1985. I should preface this by saying I have absolutely zero context for this comic. It is the oldest comic, Loki-related or otherwise, that I have ever read in its entirety, so aside from any context provided by the author, I have no idea what happens before or after. My knowledge going into it is this: the cover is vaguely reminiscent of a couple pieces of fan art I've seen (that I do not have sources or screenshots of at the moment, I'm sorry): one, a slightly more harmonious sibling AU with Thor and Loki seemingly willingly kneeling at Hela's feet, and another where Hela says "Kneel before your queen," and Thor kneels at Loki's (in fem form) feet. Additionally, I know Lorelei, and I don't like her. I don't dislike her as much as I dislike her sister, but neither of them are my favorite. Finally, I skimmed this last weekend when I started getting fixated on Sigyn just to see if she was in it. While I don't think I saw her, Loki DOES NOT WHERE A SHIRT for MOST of the issue, and I am greatly distressed (hence the title). This is why I'm actually reading it. Let's get into it. (EDIT: Loki does not actually get all the way naked, but oh boy does he try to get as much skin passed the 80s censors as possible!)

If the "In the service of Loki" doesn't get vaguely homoerotic, I'm gonna be mad.

My God, these old comics have a lot of words.

I guess even macho Asgardian gods were not immune to the fads of the 80s. Those leg warmers, damn, Heimdall.

No, get Amora out of here! She's just gonna make shit worse. Let's see where this goes. Maybe Loki just wants to, I don't know, invest in the arts and institute safety regulations as king. Just a thought.

Listen, I know nothing, so a Sif/Beta Ray Bill romance that ended as suddenly as I was aware it existed comes as out of left field for me as the forty-year-old Fig Newtons ad on the next page.

AMORA! You just wanted to kiss your sister's drugged up boyfriend!!!

I cannot with this fucking bird Lorelei rides. I'm dying.

Amora, you literally just said yourself that he was under an enchantment. What is this going to do?

Uh, RUDE.

Oh, hang on. Loki doesn't even know this is happening? Is that why he's naked shirtless when he finally shows up?

Ookay. He is naked. Because he's fucking Lorelei. Now it makes sense.

Yup. Also this reaction image is so funny, I'm dying!

I am uncomfortable.

I'M SHRIEKING! Why did they reference this weird, random, old comic about a convoluted triangle of seduction where Loki is naked the whole time in Ragnarok???!!! This is the most incredible thing I've seen all week. I'm going to be thinking about this forever. Does he pull this shit with Loki often? Is this a common thing? Is this a coincidence? I don't give a shit; I'm going to tell everybody I know as if I know for a fact that this is just some strange piece of trivia about Marvel and I don't care if it's accurate or not.

"This cloak EMPTY. YEET!" --Thor, probably, if this comic was published 35 years later than it was. (Also it is important to me that you understand: She was not wearing the cloak before he did this. It was hanging up. He comes over to her, takes the cloak off the wall as he goes, then wraps it around her while he does some magical feat of ventriloquy by talking while he full-on snogs her on the mouth. And then he yeets the motherfucker out of the cloak.)

Thor, Sif is also fucking someone else. This is a goddamn soap opera. I'm gonna need to make a diagram.

Thor gets on his knees a lot in this comic. Also the service of Loki byline was a fucking lie. He's not kneeling to Loki on the cover but Lorelei. He speaks to his brother for five minutes and it's while he's threatening to smash his face in with Mjolnir.

Please excuse my god-awful handwriting or the fact that I almost misspelled Lorelei's name twice or the fact that the apostrophe in fuckin' looks like an exclamation point.

[genshin-attorney]

part.1 aa genshin au:

Stuff you need to know and characters

With 'a' names

this will eventually cover all playable characters in alphabetical order + some non playable characters + some general lore. Plz note despite having all pc xingqiu is my main/focus character because he's my favorite and it's my autism fueled au- so the more xingqiu adjacent the character the more there probably gonna have on them- also all characters will definitely not be important some are just guys and that fine and some of them are even(gasp) made to be antagonistic - have fun only reading the description for your fav character because that's what i would do if i saw some guys long ass au ranting-

Also I'm apologizing in advance for any perceived mischaracterization. Genshins got a lot of characters and knowing all of them personally would be hard but I did read the lore page on their wiki while formulating the au so nothing should be toooooo different (and if it is it's probably based on my own genshin headcanons but i will try and specify when that's the case) I tried to keep all relationships kinda similar to canon while aa translating (ex. Albedo and klee still have a sibling relationship just now klee is more sidekick-ishhhh) but liberties were taken obviously to make things more cohesive mostly just that characters that don't really interact will interact but like genshin does that all the time with events so it's not that unbelievable ok man.

And ok some personality traits will be exaggerated because aa has lots of very,very exaggerated types and character gimmicks and we're goin for that aa spirit yk.

Ps. sorry for any name/place misspelling or just any misspelling i'm dyslexic im doing my best- dyslexia works hard but the autism works harder

Pss. here's a link to the google doc if you prefer that (it is dyslexia friendly or at least it's my dyslexia friendly so hopefully good)

Basic things to note:

The fitui is a crime ring in this au like a baddd crime ring

Every time i say “for plot reasons” i mean it i just need to finalize everything to make sure there isn't massive plot holes im missing or anything it's not just cuz i don't know

Magic is not really an aa thing past some spiritual stuff so i will be changing that about magic based characters and also part animal characters they will either be replaced by a more aa alternative or something equivalent to the best of my ability.

A character being an archon will mean very little to this au other than that they will generally be in senior positions but the (important) futui will also mostly be senior positions sooooo.

A characters:

Albedo- He would be a competent detective on the rare occasion that he did actually work on a case. I imagine he would be more willing to take on/help with the harder cases given his pre- existing relationship with xingqiu- in genshin cannon he is xingqiu’s illustrator but now his is still that just like differently- basically they originally met when xingqiu needed and illustrator but he also happens to be a detective and the first time albedo and xingqiu met outside of their author/illustrator relationship it was in court with albedo testifying and it was really awkward for a bit but there is now no hard feelings and they get along well inside and outside of court. Now to address the elephant in the room: albedo being a synthetic human in genshin cannon. In this au he is not that anymore because the aa magic is mostly just spiritual channeling BUT if it makes you feel any better he is aware of spiritual channeling and likes to study it and he's a competent investigator unlike every aa detective. Now in aa terms/mechanics this meansssss he would only really be detectiving for the final case of each game to drop integral info or to give good hints he's like op herlock sholmes you don't have to fix what he's saying so he would have to be used sparingly in gameplay. Klee would be around more though as his kid sidekick and also a nerfed version of albedo (more info about all that in klee’s section <3)

Alhaitham- He is a really, really, pretious witness like he will tell you what you need to know but only if you ask very specific questions. He's one of the witnesses you have to press literally every statement to get the info you need, he won't lie but he won't tell you the full truth either until the last minute + he gets annoyed pretty fast (not technically hc just something kehva says that iv accepted into my perception of him). Outside of court he is basically the same as he is in genshin, just modern, yk scholar, kinda self centered, pretends to be mechanically rational.He also still lives with keveh because he went bankrupt due his really bad financial choices but now the reason they were living together the first time (in standard modern au fashion) is because they were college roommates & went halfsies on a place but then they fell out and keveh moved to be successful architect and thennnnn bankruptcy blah blah blah see your old friend at a bar,not doing well something something roommates.

Aloy- idc about her but she is playable so she gets to be a witness for the duration of 1-2 cross examinations and then gets killed during a recess to further the plot-

Amber- headcanon time (very plausible headcanon) amber is a hardcore adrenaline junkie . Anyway- she would be one of the people accused of committing murder and one of the key points people use to accuse her is pointing at her adrenaline junkie nature to say “see guys shes a thrill chaser and what brings thrill?? Murder.” Meanwhile, she's like the sweetest defendant ever and 100% trying to clear her name and being upset that anyone would even think she'd do something like that. She did not do the murder just at the wrong place at the wrong time btw. Outside of the murder accusations she is super chill and rides a motorcycle everywhere. (more amber characterization on collies section because 1 sided admiration babyyyyyyy) ( i want them to be friends so bad i will probably write them interacting more in this au)

Arataki itto- He is just a guy you have to talk to during an investigation. He has some evidence but is never questioned at the stand he just gives some hints and sends you to a new location where you get more info. The reason you have to talk to him is because he is a gang leader but it's a chill gang that's heavily misunderstood as a baddddd gang when they're mildly troublesome at best but since they have negative perception they (mostly him and kuki) get blamed really hard for crimes. Also heizou is usually just kind of around him lurking to make sure he's not being an inconvenience (not 24/7 i just think it would be a fun lil gimmick)

Arlecchino- She is fatui so as previously mentioned she's in a crime ring thingy. But she's also A PROSECUTOR!!!!!!! (first prosecutor in this list babyyyyyyy) she's cracked she's an epic lady girlboss prosecutor she's like van zikes without the racism. She would probably be the main prosecutor for 1 game and then dip for plot reasons. She is so soft on kids to a kind of comical degree ex: really mean/insulting until she realizes a kid is there and then will be like “oops sorry don't repeat that, child” and then censor herself around them even when being aggressive. She also has 3 kids of her own that pop up sometimes (we will get there). She has had many a’ run -ins with klee because of klee and albedo being around xingqiu semi-often and klee is a little scared of her/just straight dislikes her and that hurts her a bit even if it's reasonable and she knows it.

[silverveil-storybook]

Some more favourites from my shop :D

Dragons are: Oculaura (pheelthemoment), Salem (Humane), and Sylvan (Nocturnalmlm)

[toonytoodles]

Random fun fact time! Ft. OCs! (Repost because I added more/ edited a lot of stuff)

Avery -

- Sneezes like a kitten, and most of the time she accidentally uses her fire breathe when she sneezes, so watch out

- Sleeps on a rock

- Is made uncomfortable by actual dragons, it's just... too weird for her...

- Has a strange and inexplicable extreme fear of eels

- Reacts to fear by singing/humming/speaking very loudly, and also by running and screaming (basically, how markilpler acts when playing horror games? yeah that)

- At least once a week her dad has to help her brush through her hair, he says they should get it cut but she absolutely refuses

- Owns a few pairs of gloves- most of which look nearly identical. Some are for different days, some pairs are for bedtime, and some are for special occasions, but she also has some different types and styles of gloves for different events

- Loves the holidays, dislikes the weather that comes with it

- Absolutely hates people touching/messing with her tail, even if it's by accident she gets kinda mad. That's hers- don't touch it. (Emma's the only exception to this simply because it can't be avoided- although Emma does try to touch it as little as possible)

- Slightly allergic to pollen

- She has a clicking-like purr

- If you scratch under her chin she'll purr and relax, but if scratch a certain spot on her neck she'll sleepily fall over

- Adopted as an egg and raised by her human father and fairy mother

- Has a Scottish accent 

- Works as a Glazier (glass blower) and makes potion bottles, also helps with making the potions, and occasionally costumer service and boring stuff like stocking/inventory

Emma -

- Plays with hoodie strings and/or hair when upset or nervous (it happens often, her hoodie strings are sorta worn out)

- She's a big fan of animals! Especially bears, puppies, and unicorns, she thinks they're adorable! When she was younger she used to like dragons quite a bit too

- She's a protective friend and big sister, and she's a little over protective over people she cares about

- Tends to read into things; if your tone or demeanor is slightly different she begins worrying that something's wrong or that she did something. She also tends to believe that no one actually wants to be her friend or wants to be nice to her, but that they're only being nice because they're afraid of her or pity her.

- LOVES HUGS!!! Absolutely loves them, hugging other giants, hugging people smaller than her, getting hugs, giving hugs, she loves hugs

- Once accidentally ate a fake candy cane decoration, off someone's front lawn, because she thought it was real gigantic candy, left out for giants (she was like four, so it made sense to her then, but she still gets made fun for it a bit by her family)

- Loves snow and winter

- Her favorite color is probably blue

- Is surprisingly good at sneaking up on people, for someone 30ft tall she's quiter than most borrowers

- Is the second oldest of five kids, her older brother Rory is 23, her younger brother Richard is 15, and her youngest sisters Aroura and Tiana are 6 and 8, and they're all pretty close

- Her dad is a size shifter, and so are Richard and Tiana, the rest of the family are giants

- She's ambidextrous

- Very cautious of her surroundings

- Hates surprises/being scared

- Bi-romantic and ace

Sofia -

- Can write without looking at what she's doing

- Only wears slip on shoes or shoes with Velcro/zippers, she never learned how to tie them, she couldn't figure out what to do with her head or look at what she was doing

- She's an artist! She likes to paint!

- Has a hard time saying "no," so when she says it, she means it

- Hates surprises and people sneaking up on her

- Has a pet python named Albert

- Probably the only person on the planet who has worse anxiety than Emma

- Don't call her "Soph" or "Sophie," and she gets mildly annoyed when her name is misspelled

- Typically uses right arm to carry head and left hand for everything else

- Has a weird sense of humor

- Has a million stuffed animals, has like 20 on her bed, but Rupert the blue bunny is her favorite

- She has an enchanted scarf that allows her to wear her head when needed, she doesn't usually use it because she's not used to it & it gives her anxiety (she's scared of the scarf falling off/being taken off unexpectedly) but she has it and uses it on occasion, mostly at home

- She doesn't let anyone else hold her head, it seriously freaks her out, her dad is the only exception, but Avery held her once for a group photo (her body took the picture)

-She loves singing and has a soft beautiful voice but is too shy to sing around anyone 🎶

- She was bullied when she was younger and doesn't like to talk about it, she already gets emotional easily and those memories hurt

- She loves Avery's jokes and has a bit of a weird sense of humor

- She's adopted, she lives with her human father (another fun fact, her dad is one of Avery's parents best friends!)

- Unlike Avery, she wasn't adopted as a baby, she was about 6-7ish when she was adopted

- Loves vegetables

- Gets embarrassed easily

- Doesn't go out of her comfort zone, she only does stuff when Avery basically forces her to

- She really likes Emma, but is also sorta scared of her sometimes, she's just scared of people and being looked at, so she can be a little overwhelming without meaning to be, it's nothing personal and she knows Emma wouldn't hurt a fly, she's just scared of people and sometimes Emma is a lot of person

- Doesn't want Emma to hold her (Emma respects it, although sometimes they work it out to where Emma can give her a gentle hug)

-Her favorite season is fall

-She loves rabbits and frogs, but won't admit she loves horses (there's a stereotype that all dullahans love horses, she won't give in)

-Hates confrontation

-Loves vanilla cake

-Hates strangers and people she's not comfortable around being anywhere near her

- Pansexual

- Sorta has a voice claim, but it's weird and sorta difficult to explain?

Andie -

- Has a French accent (picked it up from dad)

- One of my only OCs to have a voice claim

- Plays the flute

- Mean, selfish, and self centered, but somehow also a good person

- Sings sentences sometimes

- Scared of turtles

- Works as a bard/waitress at the family tavern

- Unfortunately she is heterosexual

Andy -

- Somehow didn't pick up their fathers accent

- One of my only OCs to have a voice claim

- Plates the lute

- Genuine and kind hearted, but also a bumbling moron

- Dreams of being a song writer, wants to be a professional musician

- Works as a bard/waiter at the family tavern

- Bi, but prefers women

Clementine -

- A book worm

- Likes to sing

- Practices magic, knows a few interesting spells

- Sometimes her and Avery fight over magic usage vs. potion usage (they know it's a dumb fight, but they don't care, at this point it's a joke)

- She's a white tailed deer

- She has great hearing, and is usually very aware of her surroundings

- She wants to be a magic professor as an adult

- Demisexual, pan, but prefers men

Pond-

- Elementals don't really have gender, she chooses to present as female and use female pronouns

- Can't "see," but rather senses vibrations, since she's made out of water she doesn't have eyes, but based on other senses she can get around just fine

- She can't smell either

- Doesn't care for romance

- Has 4 pet fish she keeps with her, named Karl, Frank, Phillip, and Fish

- She has a baby sister, Brook

- She's odd and can be off putting unless you know her pretty well, then her weirdness is sort of endearing

- She can tell her friends apart by the way they walk and their gestures, and of course their voices, but really has no idea what any of them look like, she knows their species and the normal traits of those species, but not much outside that

- She doesn't eat or drink

- Smart, but sorta reckless

- Sorta hard to hug :( but the others still try

Sapphire -

- Has minimal size shifting abilities, but prefers to be her true size, she loves sitting on her husband's shoulders or in his pockets (She's about 5ft in her bigger form)

- Used to be an adventurer, at one point she was a pirate

- Met her husband on one of her adventures

- Has a Scottish accent

- She has a sword her size (no it's not a toothpick or a toy or anything, she has an actual tiny sword) 🗡

- Makes potions for the shop and deals with customers

- Grew up outside of Tradeskeep, her and Kal retired from their adventuring career and settled down there

Kalvin -

- Used to be an adventurer/ mercenary

- Huge, ripped, has all kinds of scars, but his 4" tall wife is scarier than he his, he's basically a teddy bear

- Makes potions, does restocking, inventory, and doesn't as much anymore, but makes potion bottles

- Has scars/tattoos from various adventures

- Used to have dragon scale armor, he once saved a village from a dragon, but has sold it and no longer tells the story, he now claims it was a bear

- He's a great dad ❤

- Loves ale & meat, but not as much as his girls

- I cannot overstate how much he loves his family, he LOVES his wife and daughter, like a LOT, it pretty much defines who he is, he's a family man

- Met his wife while on a quest

- He used to be a nomad while adventuring and getting paid for jobs, he'd wander from town to town, until he settled at Tradeskeep and put up a shop

Ok so i know that's a lot, but it's there for anyone who's interested in all that ❤ I have other facts too, so if you wanna know any more just look around on my blog or send an ask, Q&A for OCs are open, and I'm open to art/writing requests/ideas! ❤