#and the unnamed named wilted rose

[ashe-delta]

Played (read?) Umineko for 2 hours. That sure was a lot of words to get people into a house

[theoccoven]

❝Well aren’t you a curious thing-.❞

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⇢ Name[s]: Evan Bautista ⇢ Other Name[s]: Alice Kingsleigh ⇢ Nickname[s]: Skrunkly [Erik], My Little Psycho [Erik], Any Non-Normal Nickname [Erik], Demon in a Human Disguise [Il-Seong], Beautiful [Il-Seong] ⇢ Like[s]: Children’s Books, Telling Stories, Story Time, Sleeping, Writing, Creativity, Strange Funky Dreams, Roses, the Smell of Dead Roses, Perfumes, Quill/Fountain Pens ⇢ Dislike[s]: the Psych Ward, People with no Imagination, Uncreativity

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⇢ Species: Human ⇢ Gender: Male [She/Him] ⇢ Sexuality: Pansexual ⇢ Age: 20 [Current] [07.22.2004] [Cancer] ⇢ Height: 5’9” [175.26 cm] ⇢ Abilities: Manipulation, Gaslighting, Sweet Talking, Knife Skills ⇢ Special Item[s]: Her Copy of ‘The Giving Tree’, A Red Pocket Knife with Roses ⇢ Birthplace: Las Piñas, Philippines ⇢ Residence: N/A ⇢ Status: Alive

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⇢ Occupation[s]: Children’s Book Writer and Children’s Book Reader [Secret Yandere] ⇢ Affiliation[s]: Clover Wood Library [Where He Does Story Time], Red Heart Publishing [The Publishing Company She Works With] ⇢ Former Occupation[s]: None

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⇢ Family: Unnamed Father [Deceased], Alma [Mom] ⇢ Friend[s]: Il-Seong [Frenemies], Erik [Best Friend] ⇢ Romantic Interest[s]: Il-Seong [Boyfriend] and Erik [Partner] ⇢ Enemies: N/A ⇢ Others: N/A

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⇢ Representative Symbol[s]: Roses, Daggers, Wilting Rose Emoji [🥀], Red Colors//Mainly Crimson Red

⇢ Faceclaim[s]: Ryan Nguyen [@/azngami on instagram]

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[praeteritus-memories-muses]

Name: Garry

Series: Ib

Continuity: True Ending

Age: 22

Height: 5'0"

Orientation: Homosexual | Non-binary (They/them)

Species: Human

Occupation: Clothing store clerk

Father: Unnamed

Mother: Unnamed

Bio:

Garry is an only child to a set of highly conservative parents, relatively. They actually lived an rather average life, one so ordinary that they almost never mentions it. Yet something happened as Garry had entered their second year of high school, they fell in love with a boy. Garry didn't know about their parents blatant homophobia due to their conservatism, even when their father made remarks about the month of June being pride month, they had still been in the dark as most youth do.

That summer, Garry came out as gay to their parents who were not pleased by them in the slightest. They begged them to go to a conversion camp or therapy but they at first would politely refuse, until they started hiding things like their cell phone and laptop while telling them it's what made them gay. It was getting so bad and dangerous that they were starting to physically abuse them on multiple occasions. Garry had enough and at age seventeen, packed their bags in the middle of the night and decided to stay at their current boyfriend's house. (Whom they never introduced to their parents for obvious reasons)

The stress of graduating high school and them running away from home so quickly had caused Garry and their current relationship to not really work out and broke up just after they graduated high school. Yet they weren't going to let any of this get them down. Now graduated from high school, they left town and went from bus to bus until they arrived at a city they never even heard of before. It's there they got a job as a clerk for a local goth centric store in the local mall.

Though all was not completely well with Garry. They were incredibly closed off from people and suffered a major smoking addiction, often smoking an entire pack in one day. It wasn't until they noticed how short they were on money from buying so many cigarettes a day that they would decide to quit, keeping lemon candies in their pocket to suppress their itch to smoke.

As an interest, Garry has always loved two things - art and sweets. When they heard the world famous artist, Guertena, was having an exhibit in the new year was when they worked their bum off to earn enough money to buy a ticket. they were still working a minimum wage job in a city, cash was still tight for them. Often times, he'd be so short on money that he exclusively bought his clothes at thrift stores and shopped at family owned discount stores for food.

Yet they finally were able to afford a ticket! Grabbing their tattered coat, lemon candy, wristwatch and lighter - they made their way to the gallery. There they absolutely loved all the beautiful art on display, but their personal favorite was The Hanged Man. They were a fan of the beautiful art of tarot cards and something about the meaning of The Hanged Man had drawn them particularly to that painting. Yet as they were enjoying it was when the lights went out and suddenly the floor turned to...paint? Which caused Garry to fall in.

They awoke in a place that looked like another gallery, but the room was all a deep red. Pieces that weren't even in the real exhibit were there, suddenly a vase appeared in front of them with a blue rose. A note told them "As the rose wilts, so do you." A concerning one indeed. As they wandered around, suddenly they were attacked by women in the gallery whose bodies had halfway come out and attacked them! Easily frightened, and absolutely hated horror movies, Garry ran for their life only for these women to surround them and begin to munch away at their blue rose, dying as they would consume the rose.

Yet they awoke perfectly fine and a little girl giving their rose back to them. It was a little girl in a simple red outfit, with a red rose of her own. They thanked her, but noticed this poor little girl was all alone. Garry actually adores children, often being very motherly and patient towards any child they met whether lost or had a question when they came into the store. They couldn't live with themselves to let a child go alone in this dangerous and strange world, so they'd go along with Ib and work with her to get out of the gallery.

It wouldn't be easy for Garry who frightened so easily. They were never a coward, but they definitely was easy to scare. They'd be brave for Ib if it meant she'd be protected, especially when she was so sweet towards them. Their bond would only grow in the gallery, Garry even giving her their lemon candy to calm her down from a nightmare. It was those candies they relied on as a crutch in not to smoke anymore and it seems it was this moment where they could let go of the candy too.

In the gallery they would meet a girl named Mary, who instantly showed animosity towards them. Normally, Garry encountered spoiled girls like Mary all the time and knew how to calm them down but it seems no matter what they did - Mary just had venom in her voice when speaking to them. It was to a point where Garry was suspicious and when they and Ib were separated for a time, they found a book containing a portrait of...Mary!!! Mary was just another painting come to life! Luckily they would confront her, where she ran away in fury.

Ib and them would suddenly enter a world completely different from the one they had been in, it was now a world drawn in crayon by what looked to be a child around Ib's age. They would wander around until they encountered Mary again, who this time was threatening to hurt them. Desperate and scared for their lives as Mary had a sharp palette knife in her hand to stab them, Garry gave Ib their lighter and Ib had destroyed Mary's painting. This killed Mary who was set ablaze and turned into a puddle of paint. The scuffle had caused Garry cut is hand where Ib gave them a handkerchief with her name on it to bandage it.

At last Garry and Ib would find a way to escape! Yet when they made it to the real world, neither of them could remember what happened. Just as Garry was checking out the rose sculpture, feeling a strange sense of nostalgia, Ib would approach them who seemed to remember everything, even showing the candy from their pocket and their own coat had her handkerchief in it. The two of them quickly regained their memories and although they had to go for the exhibit was closing, they promised Ib they should meet again sometime.

They would eventually meet with Ib's parents at coffee shop, where they'd explain to them how they had met their daughter when she had gotten lost in the exhibit. Of course, they gave the basic version of it as to not make them think they were a mad person. Seeing how sweet they were, they agreed that Ib could meet with them again sometime and the two would have a reunion at a local cafe where they served macarons (Garry's new favorite sweet). They've even met with Ib's parents quite a few times after that, who adore them so much that they allow him to babysit Ib when they're out. It's almost like Garry has the family they secretly always wanted after they came out, they even told Ib's parents of their status and they truthfully didn't care and often encouraged them. It's truly enough to make them cry. Who knew an art gallery would turn their life around?

Garry is a very gentle person, often very soft spoken and speaks with a very elegant tone to them. They don't view gender as black and white as others so they often will and hopes to be seen as someone who can break the barriers of gender. They also love art, sweets and occasionally gothic aesthetics. Though they haven't entered college yet, they do hope to someday work in fashion as a designer.

[sophieinwonderland]

@sunset-eclipse

Here are the basics, going in roughly chronological order: There's a popular anti-endo Discord server called The Survivor's Network. Most major anti-endo and "neutral" syscoursers are members of the server.

Elaboration on the screenshots above and stuff that happened in 2022:

The screenshots I posted above are from the incident last February where I was temporarily banned.

The post saying they needed to "try harder" to get me banned wasn't created by someone I believe is a mod of the Survivor's Network. (If not a mod, at least a prominent member.) The name I crossed off in blue is another mod and close friend of the one who reblogged the "try harder" post.

Not as relevant, but I'll also mention another member of The Survivors' Network invaded the endogenic tag to celebrate my banning.

On November 28th of last year, the admin of The Survivors Network made a post screenshotting and maliciously misgendering me. They also say that they talked about this on Discord, which given that they're the admin of the Survivors' Network, I presume means in that server. This is far from the worst crimes of the server, but I do think it's important to bring up since it shows the character of the people there that they're completely okay with being in a server whose admin is the type of person to resort to misgendering people to hurt them, and they stayed anyway.

Roleplaying as me and bullying culture

In late March of 2023, a former member of the Survivors' Network made posts calling out the server for bullying behavior directed at me. Specifically, multiple users roleplayed as me using Tupperbox profiles to mock me.

Anons speaking to that user confirmed a toxic cliquey culture with members encouraging bullying behavior. This was juxtaposed with the server claiming to be a mature server, and the whistleblower being previously kicked out for being immature before going public with these allegations.

This was confirmed to still be ongoing by a member of the Survivors' Network. While I don't know how long it was ongoing, I know the whistleblower was kicked out sometime prior to February 1st and it has been an ongoing problem then. So it at least was a couple months but likely much longer.

Start of August

At the beginning August, there were allegations against a member of the Survivors' Network for pedophilia and CSEM.

As someone who has been the target of multiple witch hunts and rumors, many stemming directly from members of the Survivors' Network server, I can understand maintaining a degree of skepticism over unproven allegations. Giving the benefit of the doubt, perhaps there are key details the mods saw that I'm not aware of that would show that the accused wasn't really guilty of what they were accused of.

Even in that case, the personal attacks against the accuser by a mod, including a callout post with the accuser's legal name, is terrible. The fact that the Survivors' Network essentially doxxed an accuser as they did makes it completely unsafe for trauma survivors.

And the fact that it was a deadname also suggests that the transphobia in the server may be a larger issue with the mod team in conjunction with the admin's own prior misgendering of me.

Around this same time, there were unrelated allegations of personal abuse from an unnamed member of the Survivors Network. (But like, barely unnamed. It's not like they tried to conceal the identity that hard.)

A Wilted Rose Confession

That brings us to September 2023, when more details about what went on internally in the Survivors' Network server leaked out from @/awiltedroseconfession

Note that content may be extremely triggering.

I would have archived this as well, but archives don't get along well with read more buttons. So I'm just linking to my reblogs in case the original account is deleted. 🤷‍♀️

There's a lot here, and all of it terrible.

I know this is nowhere near as problematic as much of the stuff coming out about the Survivor's Network, but I wanted to mention a strange interaction that's stuck with me since my temporary ban last February.

As I've talked about before, there was a post going around after I was unbanned saying "guess we'll have to try harder" (to get me banned again.) While I don't believe the creators of the post were in the Survivors' Network, it was reblogged by at least one prominent member.

When I was unbanned, I made the following post.

To this, I got a strange question about Whitelisting from a mod of the Survivors' Network.

Surely I'm not weird for finding this... a really strange thing to ask someone who just got falsely mass reported and banned. Twice in a period of 4 days.

Especially when that "we'll have to try harder" post was reblogged by a close friend of the system asking the question. And this same system made an angry callout post about me just a few months later (while they were blocked.)

Maybe I'm overly suspicious, but even if it wasn't probing to see if they could find other ways to get me banned which it felt like to me, it was at least in really bad taste.

Anyway, I've been thinking about this for a long time, but never talked about it before.

[jasmariswonderland]

🥀Sidonie Lilyth, Second Year NRC Student Twisted from the Enchantress from Beauty and the Beast🥀

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🥀Introduction/Description🥀

Name: Sidonie Lilyth

Other Names: Onee-san (Danica and Epel), Madame Etheree (Rook), Sea Feather (Floyd) 

Age: 17

Birthday/Starsign: March 9th (Pisces) 

Height: 175CM

Eye Color: Emerald Green

Hair Color: Chestnut Brown

Homeland: Queendom of Roses

Family: Unnamed father, unnamed mother, unnamed grandmother, unnamed grandfather, unnamed older sister, unnamed younger sister

Dorm: Pomefiore 

School Year: Sophomore

Class: 2-E (No. 5) 

Club: Science Club

Best Subject: Potionology 

Dominant Hand: Left

Favorite Food: Crepes Suzette 

Least Favorite Food: Milk chocolate 

Dislikes: People with ugly souls

Hobbies: Gardening, watercolor painting, practicing her magic (particularly creating potions), and long walks at night

Talents: Rose cultivation 

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🥀Background🥀

Sidonie was born into a family of powerful mages that can trace their background back several centuries. Their primary skill is in shape shifting and among her descendants is a woman known as the Rose Witch. While not as revered as the members of the Great Seven, the Rose Witch is well known for being the origin of a famous Shaftlands legend. It is said that the Rose Witch, disguised as a beggar woman, offered a rose to a cruel prince in return for shelter from a stormy winter night. The prince coldly turned her away and so she revealed her true form and used the rose to cast a powerful curse on the prince. The Rose Witch’s story has been told countless times over generations and even inspired a highly acclaimed film in which Vil’s father played the prince that she cursed. 

Sidonie’s family takes great pride in their connection to the Rose Witch and Sidonie in particular dreams to one day be as powerful and magically skilled as she. In the present day, Sidonie’s grandparents run a flower shop in the Queendom of Roses and are famous for their roses that bloom and remain beautiful long past the time a rose would normally wilt. Magical rose cultivation is yet another part of the Rose Witch’s heritage and it is from her that Sidonie inherited this magic. It is a magic that has also been inherited by her sisters and they grew up helping their family run the flower shop.

As a child, Sidonie’s closest friends were Trey, Chenya and, for a very brief time, Riddle and Farron. Of these four, she grew the closest to Trey because he would often visit her grandparents' flower shop (which was right across the street from his family’s bakery) and their younger sisters were also schoolmates and friends. They first met when Trey came into the flower shop hoping to buy some flowers for his sick mother. Sidonie was briefly left alone and decided to give Trey a half dozen roses for free, adding another to the bouquet as a gift from her to him. They briefly drifted apart in middle school but rekindled their friendship once Sidonie entered NRC. 

Like Danica, Sidonie was initially disappointed with her dorm placement, wishing to be sorted into Heartslabyul. Along with her desire to be in the same dorm as her old friend, Sidonie’s grandmother is an NRC alumni and was sorted in Heartslabyul as well. In fact, when Trey heard that Sidonie had been accepted into NRC, he gifted her a beautiful rose brooch to celebrate (prematurely) her acceptance into Heartslabyul. Unfortunately, fate had other plans and when Sidonie approached the mirror at her orientation ceremony, the mirror determined her soul to be suited for Pomefiore. 

For a while, Sidonie felt very out of place in her dorm and did not get along well with her dorm leader at first. Her unwillingness to use cosmetics did not go over well with him and she considered most of her upperclassmen superficial and pretentious. Many of the stories she has heard about the Rose Witch have painted Sidonie’s perception of people who pursued beauty or had wealth, assuming that those who did had ugly souls. She began to take pride in being not like the other Pomefiore students and the fact that she supposedly valued inner beauty above all other forms. Ironically not realizing that such pride was another one of the prince’s vices. 

However, Sidonie wasn’t completely alone in Pomefiore. Among the other freshmen who entered Pomefiore with her was Farron, another childhood friend. Soon she also caught Rook’s attention, who took her under his wing and they became fast friends. In time and through his friendship, Sidonie slowly grew to appreciate Pomefiore and came to realize that many of it’s students were as beautiful on the inside as they were on the outside. Though she still occasionally clashed with Vil, they eventually developed a begrudging respect for each other as well. 

Throughout her second year, Sidonie has adjusted well into life at NRC and has come to find her place in Pomefiore. She becomes a mentor to Danica and helps her also adjust to life in the dorm. They become close friends and Sidonie takes to trying to protect Danica from the more insidious happenings of their school. 

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🥀Appearance🥀

Sidonie is a very attractive young woman, though her beauty is quite unorthodox within her dorm. Besides lip balm, unless she’s wearing her ceremonial robes, Sidonie uses absolutely NO makeup or cosmetics. But her refusal to use beauty products seems to only heighten her ethereal grace that many claim is the result of her benevolent heart. 

She has long natural chestnut colored curls and bright emerald colored eyes. She has a very soft “peaches and cream” complexion and a beauty mark right above her right eye. At 175CM, she’s little on the taller side (and appears taller because of the heeled shoes she wears) and has an elegant shapely figure. 

Sidonie wears her school uniform with an open blazer and her necktie tied in a bow. On her tie she wears a little rose brooch that was a gift from Trey, celebrating her acceptance to NRC and the premature assumption she’d be sorted in Heartslabyul with him. She also wears pantyhose and black pumps that add 7CM to her height. 

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🥀Personality🥀

At first glance, Sidonie is a good-natured young lady who is always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. She is one of the most competent amongst the sophomores in her dorm and is often given tasks that neither Vil nor Rook can find time for. She is well-liked and respected by many of her classmates. However, though often polite, Sidonie is also not afraid to speak her mind and is the only underclassman in her dorm willing to answer back to Vil when she feels it’s needed. 

But while Sidonie tries to be a good person, she is not without her faults. She has a mysterious air to her and tends to be very secretive. She can also come off as a tad judgmental since she has pretty rigid standards on morality, especially in regards to beauty. Also, surprisingly enough, Sidonie can also be prone to fits of jealousy, especially towards girls she feels are getting too close to Trey (especially Vidaria).

As mentioned, a life hearing the stories about the Rose Witch has greatly painted Sidonie’s worldview and she is sometimes guilty of making sweeping generalizations about people based on a few details. She’s particularly guilty of this in regards to her relationship to Vil and while they are on better terms now, in her first months in NRC, she absolutely hated him and soon developed the ambition to one day replace him. She still desires to be Pomefiore’s dorm leader but she understands now how hard Vil works for their dorm and knows that her chance to rise to the top will come in time. Her sweet face belies burning ambitions and intense passions. 

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🥀Unique Magic🥀

“This rose is your destiny...

Your soul unmasked...

Blooming revelation...

Harbinger of Truth” 

Sidonie’s unique magic is called Harbinger of Truth. If anyone touches one of her especially blessed roses, it allows her to look into a person’s soul and, if she wills it, turn them into physical manifestations of their souls.

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🥀Other Skills/Talents🥀

🥀Music ~ Sidonie is very musically skilled and often duets with Farron when he’s playing piano in the Pomefiore lounge. 

🥀Gardening/Botanic Magic ~ One thing she enjoys is tending to the gardens surrounding the Pomefiore castle. Though 90% of the plants are poisonous, she’s carved away a small corner reserved only for her roses. 

🥀Potion Crafting ~ Since learning the requirements to become Pomefiore’s dorm leader, Sidonie has worked tirelessly on improving her potionology. It’s her primary focus with her science club activities.

🥀Art ~ Sidonie loves painting, especially with watercolors. It’s a hobby that Rook turned her onto while helping her with an art project in her freshman year. 

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🥀Trivia/Lore🥀

(A/N: This section will be further updated over time) 

Sidonie’s name means “captivating” in Hebrew. 

Rook’s second nickname for her is “Mon Sauveur” due to her picking up the slack at the times he can’t fulfill his role as vice dorm leader. 

Although she isn’t a big fan of milk chocolate or sweet candies, she really likes dark chocolate and more “refined” tasting desserts like mont blanc, matcha cake, and her favorite, crepes suzette. 

She spent her first birthday at NRC learning how to make matcha cake with Trey.

Rook is embarrassingly obvious about shipping her and Trey with each other, but at the same time, also ships the hell out of her and Danica. 

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🥀In Canon Adventures🥀

🥀Prologue ~ Sidonie was placed in charge of the welcome reception for the Pomefiore freshman along with Farron and other sophomores. She also spent a good amount of time after the orientation stalling for Rook as he went to retrieve Danica from Scarabia. For more details about Sidonie’s prologue adventures, read here. 

🥀Book  1 ~ Because of their close relationship, Sidonie was the only person Trey confided in about what was happening at Heartslabyul. She was far more kind understanding about his inner turmoil than Ace and tried to advise Trey about how to talk to Riddle about his poor behavior. But by that point Riddle was too far gone and in the aftermath of his overblot and Trey’s guilt on the matter, Sidonie was the latter's greatest support. It should be noted that while Sidonie frequently brings Danica to Heartslabyul when she goes to collect roses, she made a point of keeping her kouhai away from that dorm (and from Riddle) during this period. 

🥀Book 2 ~ In the previous year, Sidonie played in the interdorm spelldive tournament and through her efforts, Pomefiore cleared second place after Diasomnia. She had plans to play again but sadly, she was targeted by Ruggie and fell down a flight of stairs. Her incident was so bad that she was bedridden for several days and couldn’t walk, meaning she missed the tournament and was not made aware of Leona’s overblot. All she knows is Pomefiore came in fourth place this time.

🥀Book 3 ~ Sidonie knew better than to get involved with Azul or his schemes but ended up becoming involved after all albeit indirectly. After the Tweels approached Danica, Sidonie immediately advised her against making a deal with Azul despite Danica’s desire to/desperation to pass her exams. Sidonie ended up going directly to Azul and all but ordered him to stay away from Danica, using Vil’s fondness for her and threatening potential conflict between the dorms if Vil found out. To her surprise, Azul agreed and the Tweels left Danica alone but still tried to tempt Epel and other Pomefiore students. But thanks to her, Rook’s and Farron’s efforts, they managed to convince most of the Pomefiore freshman to stay away from Octavinelle. Sidonie passes all of her exams with flying colors and is unaware of Azul’s overblot.

🥀Book 4 ~ Sidonie returns to the Queendom of Roses for winter break and spends time with both Farron and Trey. During Book 5, she heard mentions of what happened at Scarabia from Taima and Iman but as of now is not fully aware of all that happened. For more about her Book 4 adventures, read here.

🥀Book 5 ~ Vil initially selects Sidonie to take part in the VDC on Danica’s team because of her vocal talent and the calming influence she had on Danica. Unfortunately she clashes with Iman and Vidaria (particularly the latter) and takes issues with some of Vil’s actions. She eventually leaves the team and helps out with the science club cafe during the festival. Sidonie is not aware of Vil’s overblot but she DOES know why NRC Tribe lost the VDC because Danica raged about it in a Pomefiore group chat that they’re both a part of. For more about her Book 5 adventures, read here. 

🥀 Book 6 ~ During the crisis with STYX, Rook temporarily places Sidonie in charge of Pomefiore as he goes off to search for Vil. For more about Sidonie’s book 6 adventures, read here.

🥀Other ~ During the Endless Halloween Night event, Sidonie teamed up with Rook, Trey and Sebek to help retrieve the students kidnapped by ghosts. 

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🥀Relationships As Of Book 5🥀

A ~ Trey and Sidonie were friends before entering NRC, since they were children. They’re both mutually pinning for each other and are clearly more than friends but far less than a couple. Who knows when either one of them will make a move, maybe they’ll figure it out by graduation…

B ~ Sidonie has always been wary of Azul and in Book 3, manages to keep Danica for getting caught up in his plot. 

C ~ She and Vil have a very complicated relationship that is pretty civil on the surface but extremely contentious underneath. Sidonie has no issue speaking back to him and while he respects that, he can find it annoying at times. She’s especially vocal when she feels Vil is pushing Epel and Danica too hard, especially the latter. There is also the underlying implication that she has designs to become dorm leader herself and her devotion to honing her potions is her way of preparation to dethrone him. Though for now, they remain civil to each other, amiable even at times, but Vil is all too aware of the ambitions that hide behind her gentle demeanor. It can also be implied that his personal interest in Danica is as much about making sure she doesn’t get too close to Sidonie as it is his desire to be closer to her himself. 

D ~ By contrast, Sidonie’s relationship with Rook is very amiable and warm. They’re in the same club with Trey and the three make a very odd but very fun trio. She gets a little annoyed with him at times when his antics occasionally embarrass Vil and the dorm and when he teases her about her mutual crush on Trey but otherwise they have a good relationship. Unfortunately, it does take a slight hit in Book 5 when Rook breaks Danica’s heart and when in Book 6 Rook abandons Pomefiore to search for Vil, forcing Sidonie to temporarily become dorm leader. The aftermath slightly strains their friendship but they are able to mend fences quickly and when Vil decides to replace Rook in favor of Sidonie, Rook convinces Sidonie to take the position with his blessing. 

🥀Sidonie’s Relationships With My Other TWST OCS🥀

A ~ As of this moment (2/8/23), Sinclair does not yet have a bio but I will remedy that soon. All that needs to be known now is that he and Sidonie have a rather complex relationship that is two parts awkward amiability and five parts sexual tension. Sidonie certainly finds him interesting/attractive but because of his past actions and her more genuine feelings for Trey, she’s wary of getting to know him on a closer level. Sinclair on the other hand has slowly been trying to get closer to Sidonie as part of a larger scheme of revenge against Riddle and Trey. Weather or not he’s interested in Sidonie on a deeper level is currently unknown but he frequently suggests to her that he and her are not as different as she might think. 

B ~ Sidonie meets Danica on orientation night after the Pomefiore welcome reception. She finds her sulking alone in the garden and offers her a single rose as a token of friendship. Rook arranges for Sidonie to be Danica’s mentor but in truth, they are practically the best of friends. She’s slightly wary of when Danica begins developing feelings for Vil but otherwise she does her best to protect her kouhai and supports her as best as she can. 

C ~ Another one of her besties. Farron and Sidonie were childhood friends and attended the same kindergarten before Farron was sent to an all boys primary school and Sidonie to an all girls school. They’re quick to rekindle their friendship at NRC and in their second year, take Danica under their wing. Farron really admires Sidonie’s natural beauty and Sidonie loves the outfits Farron designs. He’s currently working on designing and creating a gown “befitting her ethereal grace”. 

D ~ The only one at NRC that Sidonie outright hates is Vidaria but the feeling is very mutual. They both envy each other for different reasons and have a very strong rivalry that for a long time was one-sided on Sidonie’s part. For more about the feud between them, read here. 

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[birlarks]

OH? DID I HEAR DND OC? curious about class and race ofc but also like what kind of area are they from? :O -mare

WOOO!! ty mare you are a life saver. They are a rogue bronze half dragon!! He originates from a large(30k+) coastal city named Windrose. There's a pretty prevalent thieves guild there that he accidentally got wrapped up in at 15,indebting him to them till he's payed off his debt(payed off in their eyes is basically never but. Ya gotta keep hoping.)because of this he distanced himself from his family to keep them safe and is basically always travelling doing tasks for the guild anyways.

More abt the town:

More about the town: the name originates from the dragon who founded it, someone many claim to be descended from. Windrose, a bronze dragon with shifting abilities. Her being bronze is important because they alone have the ability to breath underwater and stuff(coastal town) she's worshipped as a deity now, a couple thousand years after the towns conception. Most of the market and trade is propelled by the fishing industry and the show bizz that comes with high population. One of the biggest tourist attractions is professional fire dancing shows on the black sand beaches of the southern coast, where luminescent algae provides a perfect late night backdrop. The theatre scene in the inner city, where naefthren grew up, is huge. Children participate in school musicals multiple times a year, street performers everywhere, etc. It's a generally well balanced and run place. The symbol is a red rose in full bloom held by a reptiltian claw.

The fashion industry is fascinating to outsiders a lot of the time, and has influence on surrounding areas. Most people that live on the beach/close to it don't wear a top or just sheer fabric regardless of gender due to the heat, and skirts with separate shorts underneath(for quick changing as many people work with water) are the most popular bottoms. But as you go further inland the clothing gets more modest. Wrap around sheer fabric used in many ways (around the waist, in the hair, layered to opaqueness as a shirt) and neutral cotton under clothing(like that one white european shirt everyone draws cranboo in)is the most seen style. Children wear light pastel gowns till their 7th birthday. Special occasions call for very light gowns or just general airy clothing most of the time, many thin layers, and softly curving monochromatic body paint. Tattoos are encouraged once someone hits 20. Jewelry is often pearl adorned or glass made from the black sand, gold is rare and highly valued.

The population is majority humans, half elves, and half dragons, though obviously that's not all there is. (Many influential figures are rumored to be full dragons shifted, but only like 2/300 celebrities slash political figures actually are)

The thieves guild there is unnamed to the public, so most hear whispers of them just as 'the bramble' and if you ever wake up with a wilting rose on your knightstand you know you either need to evacuate or prepare your funeral. It's an underlying sickness in the bright and salt smelling town. But, they have so much influence that you can't really get rid of them.

The government is a democratic oligarchy, with a representative house that actually passes or vetos the laws.

[luckyukhei]

Dethorned - Jung Jaehyun NCT

Word Count: 2,219

AU!: mafia

pairing: black female! reader x mafia member! Jung Yoonoh/ Jaehyun

Note: surprise! Here’s a random mafia au I’ve been working on for a bit! I’m back but not if that makes sense. I won’t be righting regularly as I am very busy but I hope you enjoy this.

It was very bold of Min Juwon, an old man with a lot of riches and a vast empire, to hold an important gala in his own home. Admittedly, the lovely architecture of the ball room is something to be shown off. High ceilings adorned with chandeliers. A warm and bright aura radiated from a room filled with South Korea’s biggest and oldest mafia heads.

Min Juwon was an arrogant and close minded old man with way to much money on his hands. He’s brutally cut out every ally other than his men that he ruled with an iron fist. He made it well known that if you were unlucky enough to spite him then hell would come to collect a debt. Rumor had it that a mafia in the states had the misfortunate of doing business with him and was quickly taught why you don’t play with spiders.

That’s what Min Juwon called himself, a spider. He sucked the life out of anything he could get his hands on. Including those he “loved”. The only thing bustling with life was the entrance to the ballroom of his old Victorian styled mansion.

Foot soldiers walked the front of premises in rounds and tabloids tried to get glimpses inside. Trying to get a peek of what has been the talk of the town.

To the media he was just one of Korea’s finest older rich men. Who held this gala to showcase his now most prized possessions. His new wife and step daughter.

Rumors of how their beauty can only be compared to Aphrodite. Rumors of which Yukhei would not shut up about in the cramped, disguised van that was currently holding three of the members of Neo City. There are seven of them. Four on this particular mission.

Doyoung was already inside posing as a waiter, setting up small cameras, and scoping out the area. Sicheng was watching the body cam that Doyoung was wearing and letting Doyoung know of camera adjustments to make while Yoonoh and Yukhei joked around.

Their current goal is to find and exploit cracks in the Min empire façade. That and acquire a hard drive, that in which one of the spies Neocity implemented, informed them that held various plans. Yukhei’s current goal is to meet and woe Min Juwoon’s Unnamed Step Daughter.

“What do you think she looks like?” Yukhei asked, a more of a rhetorical question. The flirty boy was daydreaming.

“Well- She’s beautiful according to Doyoung.” Sicheng relayed.

Before Sicheng could finish Yukhei fumbled to look at the rows of monitors,”Where is she?!”

Sicheng swats Yukhei as he tried to listen to what Doyoung was saying before speaking up,” Yukhei. Plan has changed. You have to dress as a waiter, Doyoung is going to need a diversion.”

Yukhei was quick to object,” But why me?! “

“Doyoung says it’s because you’re loud and annoying.” Sicheng told him nonchalantly but then continued, ”Apparently, there are guards that you could take out better than Yoonoh.”

Yukhei’s face dropped into a pout,”Alright.”

“Hey! Rude!” Yoonoh argued,”What am I going to do,”

Sicheng turned to Yoonoh,” Get a suit. You’ve some investigating to do.”

Yoonoh was never the one to seduce information out people. That was usually Yukhei’s job. So while changing Yoonoh asked Yukhei some questions.

“How do I get things out of her?” Yoonoh asked.

“Be charming. “ Yukhei grumbled.

“ How do I know which one is his step daughter?” Yoonoh followed with.

Yukhei turned his head to look at him,” People compare her to the Greek Goddess of Beauty! You’ll figure it out!”

After Yoonoh changed, he smoothed talked his way into the gala. The crowd split as if they subconsciously knew they were cruelly hiding a beauty from Yoonoh that he just had to see. When he saw the warmly toned brown skin and the big smile that sparkled more than the jewelry that lay on her neck, he froze.

“Who is that?” He whispered into the microphone on his cuff as he pretended to scratch his head.

“Who?” Sicheng asked, in between flicking to camera displays trying to get to Yoonoh’s body cam.

Doyoung’s voice rang in Yoonoh’s ear, ”That’s the leader’s daughter. The best thing to do is probably talk to her.”

The indulgence of such beauty was interrupted by a loud Yukhei.

“Woah!! She is... stunning. Yoonoh! We need to switch places right now! Come on! Do you see her?” Yukhei whined and begged but, he could do that for a thousand years.

“Yes... I do see her and there is no way I’m giving you the chance.” Yoonoh dropped his hand to approach her.

As he made his way to her, he took in every detail. Each dimple and divot. Each imperfection and perfection. Her rich brown skin sparkled from delicately placed gold highlights. Her necklace was a gold chain that had a ring of diamonds with a ruby in the center. It matched not only her red cocktail dress but, also a set of earrings and rings.

Her brown eyes flicked toward Yoonoh and their eyes locked. She looked away quickly. When she looked back Yoonoh flashed a smile which she returned. Her smile sparkles more than the chandelier above them.

Her beauty truly proved the rumors to be truth. But, the only people around her were those that kept a distance from her as if they just couldn’t approach her. Like all they could do is watch.

In away, she reminded him of Psyche. A beautiful girl, said to be better looking than Aphrodite, where she was used or feared for said beauty.

But whether or not he was Eros, her savior, was another question.

Yoonoh tried to hold his confidence and repeated the word “charming” in his head.

Yoonoh gave her a smile ,” Hello Ms...”

She looked him up and down with suspicion,”Y/N ... Min. And you are Mr.? “

Yoonoh had to come up with a name on the spot, “ Jung Jaehyun.” He bowed to her.

He watched as she bowed stiffly. As if she was uncomfortable with such a thing.

Yoonoh noticed how she wasn’t very accustomed to Korean culture. Her Korean was good but, he could tell she didn’t have much practice with Native Korean speakers. She stuttered through sentences.

“Do you speak English?” He asked softly.

Y/N nodded, questioning why’d he was asking.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Yoonoh asked in English, offering her his hand.

She looked around, then to a woman who looked like an aged version of Y/N. Not that she was wrinkled. Just matured and defined. She was also wearing a red dress except it was long and she was hooked to Min Juwon’s arm. Even Y/N’s mother was a beauty to behold. The rumors were true. But, the wrinkles that seemed to be from smiling all of the time were turned into a scorned and intimidating expression. Juwon’s fangs seem to be sunken into her already.

She looked to him and softened a bit then walk passed him, she spoke loud enough for Yoonoh to hear,” Meet me in the garden.”

Yoonoh watched her walk away, taking a chance look her over. A moment, which Doyoung was quick to ruin.

He held a tray of drinks and an annoyed expression,” I really hope your eyes are on the mission not her-“

Yoonoh squinted and grabbed a bubbling drink, “Why can’t they do both?”

Doyoung glared at Yoonoh and he put his free hand up while chugging the champagne.

Yoonoh put the glass down on the tray and followed Y/N. She was already out of sight and the garden was kind of hard to find. The place was huge. So many doors. Until he found an old sunroom which led to the garden. It was a lovely area that looked like it hadn’t been used in a while. That was it. Yoonoh finally stumbled upon the garden. Over grown rose bushes and vines claiming the statues as their own.

Y/N was placed on a concrete bench that vines coiled and clung to in a way that made them like as if they were almost reaching to touch a work of art that sat near them but was just out of reach. She was surrounded by rose bushes. Truly a scene from a renaissance painting.

Yoonoh took the moment in before Y/N turned to look at him. She tapped next to her signaling for him to sit.

“I’m glad you came... I thought you would bail.” Y/N told him and when he asked why she just shrugged.

The toss of her shoulders was stiff, she knew why. She just wasn’t didn’t trust him and he understood that.

“This is a pretty garden.” Yoonoh told her as he sat.

“It’s over grown and not very taken care of...” She mumbled out looking at the roses,”I’m jealous of them.”

“Who?” He leaned closer with furrow brows.

“The roses. They’ve been left alone to thrive... Metaphorically I’ve been cut and dethorned.” She wouldn’t face Yoonoh.

Yoonoh stayed silent, in slight confusion. Until he realized. People literally treated her as and object too gorgeous to be touched and loved if it wasn’t from a far. She was being used as a prized possession to be gawked at until she wilted a way.

“Beautiful words coming from such a tortured soul.” Yoonoh responded, “Why are you so unhappy?”

“Home... I miss home. I miss my native language and where a grew up. I had friends there... I may have ended up a pawn for my family’s safety but, I was happy,” Her fingers curled around the edge of her dress as she looked down. “Juwon... is a bad bad man. To smooth things over with him...my mothers family, who are very big and important in America, offered my mother and I. He sees us as nothing more than a watch and a matching chain.”

Yoonoh put a hand on her knee and urged her to continue.

“I’ve finally learned Korean enough to have a conversation but, it’s not like I’ve had many tonight. I’m just a shiny new toy.” Her voice broke slightly.

Yoonoh understood that this was the crack that Neocity needed to exploit but, he also knew that this girl had been just something to use and throw away. He wasn’t going to do the same.

He cupped her cheek,” Y/N, I have to tell you something... I’m from an up and coming... gang. We’ve come to take something from your father and leave. A hard dive.”

Y/N stood and furrowed her brows,” You what?!”

He brought his hands up to grab her own,” I want to help you. But first I need your help.”

He watched the gears turn in her head as she chewed her lip.

Yoonoh he gently rubbed circle into the backs of her hands,” I want to get your mom and you out.”

Y/N sat down and looked into his eyes searching for a lie, searching for another betrayal but she didn’t find it. She just nodded.

“Yukhei is about to start the diversion. Yoonoh you have 3 minutes.” Doyoung’s voice interrupted Yoonoh.

A loud alarm rang followed by the sound of a rushing steps from concerned guests and the barking of orders. They both stood in a panic.

“You have to go... don’t you, Jaehyun?” Y/N looked up at him.

Yoonoh nodded,” I have two minutes about until I’m caught. But, my partners got what they came for.”

Y/N grabbed her necklace,” You’re going to need this.” She pulled on it, causing the chain to snap. She grabbed his hand and placed the necklace into his hand then closed his fingers around it.

“Y/N... I’m coming back. I’ll come save you and your mother. I’ll be back.” Yoonoh looked down at her.

“Yoonoh, we’ve got a minute left!” Yukhei’s frantic voice rang in Yoonah’s ear.

Y/N kissed Yoonoh softly, cupping his cheeks as he held her waist. It was quick, unfortunately.

“I’ll be waiting...Jaehyun.” Y/N let go of him and gave him a small smile. It quelled worry that was in the pit of Yoonoh’s stomach.

“Yoonoh! Quit bullshitting!” Yukhei exclaimed breathlessly into Yoonoh’s ear piece.

“Bring the van to the West exit of the garden.” Yoonoh instructed. He started running but turned to look at Y/N one more time.

“Go! They’re coming!” Y/N shooed him away. She sat down gracefully as if she was already rehearsing her lie. As if she had it memorized.

Yoonoh jumped the fence and before he ran to the van he saw armed men swarm the garden obviously looking for him.

One last thing caught his eye. Y/N looking up at who seemed to be the head of the group. Her brown eyes looking up at the man in shock as she shook her head and moved her hands. Her lips forming inaudible words. Her lips lying for Yoonoh. Protecting him.

But, could he return the favor? Could he fulfill his promise? He wasn’t sure. As he rode in the back of the musty old van, all he could think about was her. He left the poor bird in her cage as she awaited to be set free. Free to fly.

He had a plan. He was going to set her free.

[clownistyping]

The Neverending Story, chapter 10

Its Angst Time.

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Soft jazz played from the living room record player, Beetlejuice snapped his fingers in the giant man eating plant. 

"Speak." He pointed at the beast who spoke. 

"Feed me!" Beetlejuice laughed and threw the decapitated head he was holding into the beasts mouth. 

"Hey, if ya good today then maybe just maybe. You'll get the rest of Mr. Politician over there." He nodded over to the lifeless body of an unnamed politician that held sexual photos of underage girls. 

Audrey two wiggled his vines and smiled, Beetlejuice shrugged. 

"Oh alright!" He tossed Audrey the rest of the body and the plant gladly swallowed the body. Letting out a loud burp, Beetlejuice swallowe a caterpillar. Looking at the nearby table that held a tray of freshly cooked pancakes and juice, along with some eggs and a wilting rose. 

He's really taking the role of lover here. Even if he's one or not. 

Grabbing the tray he walked upstairs, humming along with the jazz he reached your bedroom. Announcing his presence he opened the door, 

"Breafa-" 

There you sat on the bed, his striped jacket he laid over you before he left crumpled in your lap as you held a photo in your hand. 

Suddenly the tray was dropped from his grip and he ran towards you, snatching the photo you yelped. 

"Who is that, Beetlejuice?" You spoke, he noticed your eyes were red. Were you crying? Holy shit were you? 

"Just an ex." He stuffed the photo in his pants pocket, you looked down at the fallen tray. Your lips were pulled tight and you got up from the bed. Picking up the food, Beetlejuice went to help but you were quick and was already out the door. 

Your brain was yelling at you for falling this quick, for letting the kiss even happen. Your brain was screaming about why you looked in the jacket, you should've just minded your own business. 

He's a demon for fucks sake, he's gonna have an ex or two. But one that looks that young? You're contemplating who you really kissed last night. 

As you reached the kitchen, your hands were shaking. The tray landed with a crash in the sink and you were dry heaving. 

"Babes?" You heard him behind you as you leaned over the sink. Your hearts racing, your lip trembling but why? 

Why do you care? You're not dating, hell you don't even know his last name! Goddammit this is why you separate yourself from others! 

You get too attached too fast! But God, Gods, did the kiss feel good. It's been centuries since you've last had any contact like that. The tongue was new but you weren't complaining. 

"Babes!" You jumped as you felt him turn you around. His dirt stained hands held your face and your eyes watered. 

"It's (Y/N)." You frowned and pushed him away, walking towards the porch he chased after you. 

"Oh come on! Hear me out for one second!" He skidded in front of you, stopping you from going outside. Frantically he pulled out the photo, pointing at the girl he spoke. 

"An ex as in-in-in." He stuttered, and blinked. 

"Green card ex!" 

You looked up at him in confusion and he shivered, you looked..broken. Did he do that? 

"Is this another one of your sick jokes?" You said trying to glare at him. He shook his head, 

"It wasn't like that, I mean come on, she's not even my type!" He tried to joke but you cringed. 

"I just..married her to-"

"Married!?" You yelled,

"She's like fucking 15, what the fuck!?" You yelled stepping away from him. 

"Green card! I married her to-" he started to lower his body, trying to submit himself by a little. 

You held your face and sighed, 

"It's too early for this, Beetlejuice." Turning away you walked upstairs. Your steps were quiet, you lost your anger already. You were disappointed in yourself for letting this man invade your home and change it this drastically. To change you this drastically. 

Entering your room you saw that his coat still sat on your bed, crumpled and dirty as ever. Closing the door you grabbed the coat, pulling it close to your face. 

Breathing in his toxins you laid on the bed. It smelt like him, fuck. Everything smells like him, even you do. 

Throwing the coat off of you, you walked to your bathroom. 

"I've gotta clean myself of him." You mumbled as you started the shower. 

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Twisting Weaves

(So I accidently deleted the ask but someone wanted a story about amnesiac Blue but unlike it being an accident, Giovanni caused it and gave Red an ultimatum to have himself and his friends join Team Rocket and have Gold, whom in the request is Blue and Red's son, think that they're missing/dead and serve him or let Blue die. Giovanni beats the rules into all of them so Red is not allowed to refer to Blue as Blue, only assistant, Yellow as doctor, and Green as guard. That's kind of it so here you go!!!)

(Also in other news I cant really reply to things much, I'm very busy this month since my mother and my aunt turn 40 this month so I've been making birthday presents for them. Sorry if that gets in anyone's way of stories!!! ;;^^ I do not think I will be posting for the rest of the month, but I will during December! This month is just really busy and adding writing to the mix is too stressful, sorry!!!)

Sonder was a twisting weave, fluttering between the lines of life that burst at the seams with vibrancy and emotion and the darkness that clawed away at the white noises silence of sleep, in intertwined cord that once strung moved together in vibrating harmony. And sometimes sitting there with a hand on his cup he would remember while watching his assistant stutter on tense knees that he was also living a life that is equally vivid and complex as the one he lived in. Though it did twist his gut in a knot that his assistant’s life here will inevitably end to move onto more large expenses without him… again...

He was struck with a feeling of adronitis, pulling at the skin of his teeth to speak aloud and ask a question ‘where are you now?’ ‘What’s your story?’ ‘Are you okay with working with me?’ ‘Are you okay with me?’ ‘Do you remember me?’ but he kept his teeth snapped shut and chose to watch the other man move with the stumbling grace of a newborn Deerling, not yet ready to use his legs to run across the plains of life. He chuckled once, and his assistant flushed and apologized quietly, waving a hand in an almost ‘don't mind’ motion.

Alexithymia danced around on his heartstrings, landing a perfect Plié, bending a knee in a form of elegance ready to thrive and jump into the stage lights and stabbed down into his core. A warmth bloomed, unforgiving and melting like lava in the depths of his stomach, his brows furrowed once and then twice more. Confusion and realization bloomed in dark roses after, mixed together and fused enough to where it confused his thoughts trying to think.

A breath wavered like a tour en l'air, questioning, and his thoughts snapped back to the reality that was his closed off office quarters. His assistant stood in the middle, hunched with a fumbled amount of papers tight against his chest, with his head cocked to the side far enough his hair brushed with gravity and fell to the side. He raised his head once he looked at him, coughing out a short “I have to send out the papers for Silph Co. Red, do you need anything else from me?.” and waited, it almost escaped him that his assistant needed his permission to drop of the papers for him.

He shook his hand once with a sigh as he leaned back in his chair, his assistant turned a deep Pirouette, he never knew that his assistant mostly stood on his toes when turning, and watched him leave in a flurry. He was questioning still, emotions rampat as he melted into his seat in thought. His confusion lasted like a wilting willow of childhood, bent over and shading the landscape of his mentality where he threw his cap and played around with his best friend, with shimmering honey and crystal blues, with a reprise from the rain of instability, holding it back as his thoughts drifted to the more pressing matters his heart tugged him to.

The agent assigned to him, her name was at the tip of his tongue to speak but emerald green eyes silenced him with her raised head (They were always called that, assistants and doctors and guards. They weren't allowed names. Not anymore), understanding crossed her vision as she watched his disappearing assistant with a saddened look before becoming as stoic as stone again, the only thing betraying her was the small but noticeable tip of her gloved fingers tapping against the butt of her weapon, ready for action, ready to kill like she was taught. Before the door shut all the way he spotted another doctor walking by his room with a familiar smile, flipping through the papers clipped to his clipboard haphazardly.

A minute later he could hear a crash and the same doctor cursing aloud as papers most likely spilled from his board.

They sprouted like blossoms at random intervals, always around people he deemed like-worthy and understandable though it was a platonic suit with the people he knew in his group. Green and Yellow are due soon to be married, he’ll have to ask his assistant to set up a date with his boss. He wonders if he’ll have the luxury of marriage, not that he wanted to, the heartbreak was still fresh even after a couple years after his almost betrothed was taken away from him, a ballet of foreboding was quick in action. His emotions for those people other than his closer friends was not platonic, he knew from falling down the hole once before that it wasn't, but he didn't know what to make of it.

He shrugged to himself, brushing it off as his emotions growing weary and smiled when the door opened. His boss had a tight lipped smile and a hand on his assistant's shoulder, he could see honey brown dipping past his shoulders in fear, the shift of bright everesent blue fluttering behind lashes.

His boss spoke calmly, a deep riddled smirk on his lips as he periodically squeezed his assistant’s shoulder. If it wasn't for the fact that he would lose his assistant again he would have slit his boss’s throat already. His assistant, his Blue, stuck beside the one man he hates more than anything. He didn't want this, for them to lose for him to lose but here he was nodding along to whatever his boss said as he dug his nails into his thighs. He wants his Blue back, he wants the man he was going to propose to, the man who was a gym leader, a father figure to the children who came by and asked him for guidance, the father of Gold their son, the man who made his family and himself proud. But he can't, his assistant is a shell of who he once was, head baren of the memories they made together, an unnamed member of Rocket, a forgotten face on a missing poster.

“Is that clear, Red?” His boss’s Seviper like grin was spread across his lips, he wished he was a Zangoose.

“Yes.” The words were forign on his tongue. The grip tightens in his assistant's shoulder.

“What was that?”

“...Yes sir, Mr. Giovanni.”

[the-quiet-winds]

The Lament of a Broken Rose - the Katherine Howard Poem

she was scared of the word ‘love’.

where most people hear it and see gentle embraces, kisses filled with passion, and people sharing happy lives, she saw smiling wolves with claws at the ready, hands much bigger than her own at her wrists and at her mouth to hold her down and muffle her cries, and a record stuck on the one chord that always seemed to sing the song of her suffering.

‘love’ wasn’t a word she wished to have in her vocabulary.

the word had more thorns than roses, dead flower petals littering the spaces where she should have been able to say ‘no’. but she was too young to see how the petals crumbled and folded every time a hand belonging to a man three times her age rested against her thigh.

too many men crawled into the recesses of her mind, telling her she was beautiful and special and they had a connection. by the time she was old enough to understand what that meant it was too late.

the connection between her head and her shoulders was severed because one man decided that her body was an unnamed land and it was his manifest destiny to conquer it, unable to see the cracks in her foundation from all those who saw the same thing before. her landscape was marred by the promises of love that had shattered against her skin and melted her bones until she was nothing but a wilted flower in the middle of a cobblestone street, a horse’s hoof a breath away from crushing her completely.

he didn’t see how she flinched at every trace of his fingers along her collar bone, how she wore rose-colored glasses that blinded her from the red-painted warning signs he didn’t bother to hide under his belt, and he certainly didn’t see how she cried and screamed when they brought her before the axe-wielding executioner in the name of ‘justice’ for a king who suffocated the word under a bible dedicated to his life.

but obviously she was nothing but a seductress, a temptress, a lying witch.

after all, history books never lie.

[lovelyjasmari]

🥀Sidonie Lilyth, Second Year NRC Student Twisted from the Enchantress from Beauty and the Beast🥀

Main Tag | Character Playlist | Aesthetic

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🥀Introduction/Description🥀

Name: Sidonie Lilyth

Other Names: Onee-san (Danica and Epel), Madame Etheree (Rook), Sea Feather (Floyd) 

Age: 17

Birthday/Starsign: March 9th (Pisces) 

Height: 175CM

Eye Color: Emerald Green

Hair Color: Chestnut Brown

Homeland: Queendom of Roses

Family: Unnamed father, unnamed mother, unnamed grandmother, unnamed grandfather, unnamed older sister, unnamed younger sister

Dorm: Pomefiore 

School Year: Sophomore

Class: 2-E (No. 5) 

Club: Science Club

Best Subject: Potionology 

Dominant Hand: Left

Favorite Food: Crepes Suzette 

Least Favorite Food: Milk chocolate 

Dislikes: People with ugly souls

Hobby: Long walks at night

Talents: Rose cultivation 

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🥀Background🥀

Sidonie was born into a family of powerful mages with a particular skill in shapeshifting. Her grandparents run a flower shop and are famous for their roses that bloom and remain beautiful long past the time a rose would normally wilt. She grew up knowing Trey because he would often visit her grandparent’s flower shop and both their younger sisters were schoolmates and friends. And it wasn’t long before they became friends as well, a friendship they rekindled once Sidonie entered NRC. 

Like Danica, Sidonie was initially disappointed with her dorm placement, wishing to be sorted into Heartslabyul to be closer to her old friend and have access to the gorgeous rose maze. But in time, she grew to like Pomefiore and their endless pursuit of beauty. Aware of this, Rook “assigns” Sidonie as Danica’s mentor and she helps her adjust to life in the dorm. 

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🥀Personality🥀

At first glance, Sidonie is a good-natured young lady who is always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. Though she has a mysterious air about her and has an unorthodox presence in her dorm as she refuses to use cosmetics or any makeup beyond lip balm. Despite her refusal to use beauty products, Sidonie has an ethereal and enchanting grace that some claim is the result of her benevolent heart. 

She is one of the most competent amongst the sophomores in her dorm and is often given tasks that neither Vil nor Rook can find time for. She is well-liked and respected by many of her classmates. However, though often polite, Sidonie is also not afraid to speak her mind and is the only underclassman in her dorm willing to answer back to Vil when she feels it’s needed. Her sweet face belies burning ambitions and intense passions. 

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🥀Unique Magic🥀

Sidonie’s unique magic is called Harbinger of Truth. If anyone touches one of her especially blessed roses, it allows her to look into a person’s soul and, if she wills it, turn them into physical manifestations of their souls.

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🥀Trivia/Lore🥀

(A/N: Since I’m EN-only, this section will be further updated over time) 

Sidonie’s name means “captivating” in Hebrew. 

One thing she enjoys is tending to the gardens surrounding the Pomfiore castle. Though 90% of the plants are poisonous, she’s carved away a small corner reserved only for her roses. 

She spent the majority of orientation night stalling for Rook when he went off to harass Floyd and later go looking for Danica. Rook’s second nickname for her is “Mon Sauveur” due to her picking up the slack at the times he can’t fufill his role as vice dorm leader. 

There is an unspoken implication that Sidonie has ambitions to become dorm leader herself. 

Sidonie is one of the few students outright forbidden to use her unique magic on pain of expulsion. Please don’t ask why. 

Although she isn’t a big fan of milk chocolate or sweet candies, she really likes dark chocolate and more “refined” tasting desserts like mont blanc, matcha cake, and her favorite, crepes suzette. 

She spent her first birthday at NRC learning how to make matcha cake with Trey.

They first met as children, Trey came into her grandparent’s flower shop, looking for a get-well gift for his mother. She gave him a half dozen roses that she herself had grown and since her grandparents weren’t around, she let him have them for free. 

Rook is embarrassingly obvious about shipping her and Trey with each other, but at the same time, also ships the hell out of her and Danica. 

According to Danica, Sidonie is very similar to her late sister in personality.

[mystacoceti]

There is no woman living that draws breath So sad as I, though all things sadden her. There is not one upon life’s weariest way Who is weary as I am weary of all but death. Toward whom I look as looks the sunflower All day with all his whole soul toward the sun; While in the sun’s sight I make moan all day, And all night on my sleepless maiden bed Weep and call out on death, O Love, and thee, That thou or he would take me to the dead, And know not what thing evil I have done That life should lay such heavy hand on me.

Alas, Love, what is this thou wouldst with me? What honour shalt thou have to quench my breath, Or what shall my heart broken profit thee? O Love, O great god Love, what have I done, That though shouldst hunger so after my death? My heart is harmless as my life’s first day: Seek out some false fair woman, and plague her Till her tears even as my tears fill her bed: I am the least flower in thy flowery way, But till my time be come that I be dead Let me live out my flower-time in the sun Though my leaves shut before the sunflower.

O Love, Love, Love, the kingly sunflower! Shall he the sun hath looked on look on me, That live down here in shade, out of the sun, Here living in the sorrow and shadow of death? Shall he that feeds his heart full of the day Care to give mine eyes light, or my lips breath? Because she loves him shall my lord lover her Who is as a worm in my lord’s kingly way? I shall not see him or know him alive or dead; But thou, I know thee, O Love, and pray to thee That in brief while my brief life-days be done, And the worm quickly make my marriage-bed.

For underground there is no sleepless bed: But here since I beheld my sunflower These eyes have slept not, seeing all night and day His sunlike eyes, and face fronting the sun. Wherefore if anywhere be any death, I would fain find and fold him fast to me, That I may sleep with the world’s eldest dead, With her that died seven centuries since, and her That went last night down the night-wandering way. For this is sleep indeed, when labour is done, Without love, without dreams, and without breath, And without thought, O name unnamed! of thee.

Ah, but, forgetting all things, shall I thee? Wilt thou not be as now about my bed There underground as here before the sun? Shall not thy vision vex me alive and dead, Thy moving vision without form or breath? I read long since the bitter tale of her Who read the tale of Launcelot on a day, And died, and had no quiet after death, But was moved ever along a weary way, Lost with her love in the underworld; ah me, O my king, O my lordly sunflower, Would God to me too such a thing were done!

But if such sweet and bitter things be done Then, flying from life, I shall not fly from thee. For in that living world without a sun Thy vision will lay hold upon me dead, And meet and mock me, and mar my peace in dead. Yet if being wroth God had such pity on her, Who was a sinner and foolish in her day, That even in hell they twain should breathe one breath, Why should he not in some wise pity me? So if I sleep and not in my soft strait bed I my look up and see my sunflower As he the sun, in some divine strange way.

O poor my hear, well knowest thou in what way This sore sweet evil unto us was done. For on a holy and a heavy day I was arisen out of my still small bed To see the knights tilt, and one said to me “The king,” and seeing him, somewhat stopped my breath, And if the girl spake more, I heard not her, For only I saw what I shall see when dead, A kingly flower of knights, a sunflower, That shone against the sunlight like the sun, And like a fire, O heart, consuming thee, The fire of love that lights the pyre of death.

Howbeit I shall not die an evil death Who have loved in such a sad and sinless way,  That this my love, lord, was no shame to thee. So when mine eyes are shut against the sun, O my soul’s sun, O the world’s sunflower, Thou nor no man will quite despise me dead. And dying I pray with all my low last breath That thy whole life may be as what that day, That feast-day that made trothplight death and me, Giving the world light of they great deeds done; And that fair face brightening thy bridal bed, That God be good as God hath been to her.

That all things goodly and glad remain with her, All things that make glad life and goodly death; That as a bee sucks from a sunflower Honey, when summer draws delighted breath, Her soul may drink of thy soul in like way, And love make life a fruitful marriage-bed Where day may bring forth fruits of joy to day And night to night till days and nights be dead. And as she gives light of her love to thee, Give thou to her the old glory of days long done; And either give some heat of light to me, To warm me where I sleep without the sun.

O sunflower made drunken with the sun, O knight whose lady’s heart draws thine to her, Great king, glad lover, I have a word to thee. There is a weed live out of the sun’s way, Hid from the heat deep in the meadow’s bed, That swoons and whitens at the wind’s least breath, A flower star-shaped, that all a summer day Will gaze her soul out on the sunflower For every love till twilight finds her dead. But the great sunflower heeds not her poor death, Knows not when all her loving life is done; And so much knows my lord the king of me.

Aye, all day long he has no eye for me; With golden eye following golden sun From rose-coloured to purple-pillowed bed, From birthplace to the flame-lit place of death, From eastern end to western of his way. So mine eye follows thee, my sunflower, So the white star-flower turns and yearns to thee, The sick weak weed, not well alive or dead, Trod underfoot if any pass by her, Pale, without colour of summer or summer breath In the shrunk shuddering petals, that have done No work but love, and die before the day.

But thou, to-day, to-morrow, and everyday, Be glad and great, O love whose love slays me. Thy fervent flower made fruitful from the sun Shall drop its golden seed in the world’s say, That all men thereor nourished shall praise thee For grain and flower and fruit of works well done; Till they shed seed, O shining sunflower, Bring forth such growth of the world’s garden-bed As like the sun shall outlive age and death. And yet I would thine heart had heed of her Who loves thee alive; but not till she bed dead. Come, Love, then, quickly, and take her utmost breath.

Song, speak for me who am dumb as are the dead; From my sad bed of tears I send forth thee, To fly all day from sun’s birth to sun’s death Down the sun’s way after they flying sun, For love of her that gave thee wings and breath, Ere day be done, to seek the sunflower.

“The Complaint of Lisa”, Algernon Charles Swinburne

[tyriannical]

REALLY  LONG  CHARACTER  SURVEY.

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BASICS.

FULL  NAME :   tyrian NICKNAME :  tyr, the hunter, the scorpion, scorpling AGE :   23 BIRTHDAY :   november 8 ETHNIC  GROUP : chinese NATIONALITY :   animian - northern chinese LANGUAGE / S : english, mandarin SEXUAL  ORIENTATION :   homosexual ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION :  homoromantic RELATIONSHIP  STATUS :   single; varies depending on thread CLASS : technically lower class, lives high class HOME  TOWN / AREA :   a small village in anima of about 150 people, mostly humans CURRENT  HOME : the ends of the earth at the grimm spawning grounds PROFESSION : huntsman, assassin, hunter

PHYSICAL.

HAIR :  chocolate brown EYES : golden yellow, sometimes vibrant purple NOSE :  long and pointed FACE :  rectangular LIPS :  thin and cracked, surrounded by lines from never-ending smiles COMPLEXION : pale pinkish-yellow tone BLEMISHES :  laughter lines and bags under his eyes SCARS :  seeral large ones on his chest, many small ones on his back and arms TATTOOS : none HEIGHT :  6′3″ WEIGHT : thinner than he should be BUILD :  thin and lanky, but with a generous amount of muscle tone FEATURES :  an enormous scorpion tail, as well as armor plates on his back where the tail connects to his spine ALLERGIES :  technically none, but eating anything other than meat makes him sick USUAL  HAIR  STYLE :  tied up in a braid, occasionally down or in a different updo USUAL  FACE  LOOK : deranged, wild, gleeful, like he knows something you don’t USUAL  CLOTHING : pristine white uniform and occasionally a dark leather coat

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S :  failure, death at the hands of salem, losing the war ASPIRATION / S :  to squash humanity beneath his boot, give the faunus a quick and painless demise, and please his goddess POSITIVE  TRAITS :  calculating, agile, upbeat, intelligent, charming NEGATIVE  TRAITS : insane, creepy, generally unsettling, giggly MBTI :  haven’t gotten that far yet ZODIAC :   scorpio TEMPERAMENT :  excitable SOUL  TYPE / S :   pardon ANIMALS : scorpion VICE  HABIT / S :   ehh FAITH : salem GHOSTS ? :  nothing can survive her grace’s wrath AFTERLIFE ? :   who needs one under salem’s rule? REINCARNATION ? :  he’d come back as another willing host and subject of salem. or maybe a scorpion. ALIENS ? :  he’s seen stranger POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT :   does salem count ECONOMIC  PREFERENCE :  don’t think he cares tbh SOCIOPOLITICAL  POSITION :  again i don’t think he cares EDUCATION  LEVEL : no educational training, but has been training with salem and his teammates relentlessly for the past 13 years

FAMILY.

FATHER :  currently unnamed reptilian faunus (dead) MOTHER : currently unnamed avian faunus (dead) SIBLINGS : none EXTENDED FAMILY :   his team NAME MEANING / S :  tyrian was so named because of his eyes; tyrian is also known as royal or imperial purple HISTORICAL  CONNECTION ? :  tyrian is a naturally occurring reddish-purple dye used by ancient greeks. it was greatly prized as it didn’t fade easily, but would actually become brighter and more vibrant with weathering and sunlight.

FAVORITES.

BOOKS :  fairy tales, history MOVIE :  horror, drama 5  SONGS :  anything with strings, honestly DEITY :  salem; mars HOLIDAY :  halloween MONTH :  november SEASON :   spring PLACE :  salem’s palace WEATHER : anything dark SOUND :  bones crunching and flesh tearing SCENT / S :  chemicals/venom, burning meat, fresh rain TASTE / S :  coppery FEEL / S :  killing someone, being held by someone warm ANIMAL / S :  scorpions, bears NUMBER :  66 COLORS :  purple, yellow

EXTRA.

TALENTS : singing, fighting, reciting poetry, drama BAD  AT :  staying under the radar TURN  ONS :  lots of violent stuff TURN  OFFS : anti-faunus and transphobic dickholes HOBBIES : does killing count? TROPES :  my internet won’t load so use your imagination AESTHETIC  TAGS :  arachnids, scorpions, blood, tongues, eyes, worn metal, long hair QUOTES :   i became insane, with bouts of horrible sanity.

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC / S :  working on it ALT  FC / S : greed/ling from FMA:B OLDER  FC / S :   n/a YOUNGER  FC / S :   wrath from FMA ‘03 VOICE  CLAIM / S :  josh grelle GENDERBENT  FC / S :  n/a

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 :   if  you  could  write  your  character  your  way  in  their own movie ,   what  would  it  be  called ,  what  style  would  it  be filmed  in ,  and  what  would  it  be  about ?           A1 :  ‘the wilting rose’. it’d be some kind of hybrid of tarantino style dialogue with otomo/akira style animation and shots. it would be his life story, detailing his humble and sweet beginnings and ending with his spiral into gore-covered madness. Q2 :   what  would  their  soundtrack / score  sound  like ?         A2 :  until dawn. Q3 :   why  did  you  start  writing  this  character ?           A3 :  i have a soft spot for bad guys, and i just knew that if i didn’t write him, someone else would. and they’d get him wrong. Q4 :   what  first  attracted  you  to  this  character ?           A4 :  the minute he grinned at me in the intro, i was hooked. Q5 :   describe  the  biggest  thing  you  dislike  about  your  muse.           A5 :   VAGUE BACKSTORY. Q6 :   what  do  you  have  in  common  with  your  muse ?           A6 :   kind of unstable lmao Q7 :   how  does  your  muse  feel  about  you ?           A7 :  he’d like me, but think i was boring bc i have issues with leaving the house Q8 :   what  characters  does  your  muse  have  interesting  interactions  with ?         A8 :   qrow, watts, cinder, and ruby. Q9 :   what  gives  you  inspiration  to  write  your  muse ?         A9 :   the fact that there’s more and i’M SO EAGER TO LEARN Q10 :   how  long  did  this  take  you  to  complete ?           A10 :  like an hour, im supposed to be doing other stuff