#but every other one includes using them for my ocs own gain but also being afraid of their power

[typhra]

Instead of yumeshipping I do some sort of toxic relation where we are actively destroying each other psychologically and there's no way out of it since we're so deep in.

[camilaxmartin]

OKAY SO‼️‼️

i’ve decided to share my art for the first time like publicly😵‍💫😵‍💫 and i’m hella nervous about it but i wanted to share my oc from hazbin with you as i plan on drawing her more and more:)

meet the one and only, caroline - the music demon:)

here’s some facts about her and her backstory if you’re curious: (i’ll probably be updating it when i think of something more)

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♪| caroline is alastor’s sister (while on earth as well) (can you tell i love this man???)

♪| (it’s only my own au so don’t come at me please, but i imagine alastor’s dad to be white while his mother had darker skin and as alastor was born darker caroline was originally white, as i am in reality:)

♪| she’s the demon of vinyls and music because of her adoration to it while being alive!

♪| but beside her adoration, it’s also connected with how abusive their father was. (i saw this one day on tiktok and couldn’t let go of it) when she was alive their dad used to always take out his anger on her or their mother, so one day when he got really pissed off and heard caroline’s gramophone playing in her room, he just stormed in, snatched the needle out of the machine and literally cut her body with it (it’s shown in her demon form on which i’m still working)

♪| i also headcanon that their father was the first person alastor ever killed so let’s just say this whole thing messed up caroline’s psyche even more than it was already

♪| her hyena’s features are caused by the way she died which was being fully torn apart by them. (there’s a story about it as well including her ‘friends’ but i’m too tired to write it now😭)

♪| another small story about it - that when she was still alive her ‘friends’ used to bully her for her laugh so because of that, after death, every time she laughs she sounds like a hyena - it’s a sort of punishment while being in hell i think!

♪| anyway! she gained the status of being an overlord when alastor disappeared for seven years and she kind of took his place as his sister and just someone other overlords and sinners knew anyway.

♪| but the story of getting sinners to sell their souls to her is a bit different, she didn’t just steal them from her brother of course. so first when she arrived in hell and reunited with her brother (alastor died a bit before her) and learned about the ability of possessing another’s’ souls she immediately started to wonder what she can do to gain them. at first it was silly games, gambling and stuff like that but the more time passed, she started learning about spells and potions (as she loved them on earth as well) and started to drug the other sinners to sold her their souls (she’s outrageous i know) (i can also add that many sinners sold their souls to her for spending the night with her, but as soon as they signed the contract she’d just leave them hanging and threaten them with second death if they won’t leave her alone)

♪| she’s obviously friends with rosie, the three of them being a literal menace to the hell-society

♪| she got really close with carmilla when alastor disappeared for that seven years and i’m planning on expanding this part a bit more so you can be waiting:)

♪| opposite to alastor she’s very up with trends which also leaded her to being something like friends with velvette.

♪| when they first met, vox told velvette to wrap caroline around her finger so he could get closer to alastor and she did. after many many angst, both of them confessed their feelings in a fight >:] and from then on, began actually dating. (i will expand the angst part but im too tired right now lol)

♪| she lives in the hotel as well, not fully believing she could be redeemed but hoping deep in her heart that it’s possible cause even though she doesn’t think she deserves it and struggles with self-image and self-acceptance, she secretly wants to get better -

♪| - despite being a murder and cannibal even while living. (i may expand this one too but no promises here!)

[whump-and-suffering]

My most horrible OCs yet

I decided to create a new bunch of OCs who are (mostly) gross, horrible, evil people--who I can then feel free to be as nasty as I want with.

These characters will probably be used in a wide range of general whump and sickfic in a DND-esque fantasy setting, but with quite a heavy focus still on sneezing and colds. They are a bunch of fucked-up villains, and accordingly this post needs tws for: past abuse (not committed by one of these characters, though), current unhealthy dynamics between several of the characters, LOTS of disease and contagion including intentional, general horrible people being horrible. Also, lots of mess.

Also, while I'm not into emeto and will never write it graphically, I was feeling sadistic enough today that there ended up being a brief mention of vomiting, so if just seeing it mentioned triggers you then this post is not for you. Not sure if it will ever come into play in a story but I'll always warn if it does.

Below the cut I introduce... THE PLAGUE RATS!

DORIAN BRIAR (he/they)

Literal and figurative bastard. Illegitimate child of an aristocrat, bitter that they don't get a part in their father's family's power and privilege, Dorian is ruthless, power-hungry and scheming, and will stop at nothing to rule. They are frequently petty, cruel and vicious, and very self-centred: however, there are a few people they genuinely care about in their own way.

Dorian's hunger for power led them to become a warlock, performing a ritual that summoned up a fiend with the intent to make a bargain for magical power. The way the ritual works, the fiend that appears is basically random, and if you reject their offer, no other fiend will ever agree to bargain with you--you can accept, and gain great magical power, or refuse and remain a magicless human forever. So when the Lord of Plague appeared and offered Dorian power in exchange for their health, Dorian accepted.

The ritual left him bedridden and at death's door for weeks, after which he began to recover slightly--but was never anything close to healthy again. While an incredibly powerful warlock, he is physically very weak and sickly. He always has a streaming, messy, contagious cold. He has a constant low-grade fever, just enough to make him shivery and achey, and a persistent wet cough. The cold is permanent but he can and does catch other things too as his immune system is basically nonexistent.

In addition, Dorian gets fatigued very easily, and injuries take a long time to heal naturally. Healing spells cannot cure his cold but can treat any injuries he sustains--but unfortunately also make him vomit, which he hates enough to be reluctant to have them used on him (he is incapable of casting any kind of healing magic himself) except in an emergency. Also, they have to infect someone else with an illness, either magically (they have multiple spells for this purpose and can inflict illnesses far worse than a mere cold) or otherwise (of course they never cover), every day, or they'll lose all magical abilities permanently (while remaining perpetually ill for the rest of their life). His veins are black as a symbol of the plague he bears.

Dorian is photic, and allergic to anything vaguely connected with 'goodness' (anything holy/connected to a benevolent god, including being blessed; healing magic being performed on other people around him; celestial beings and some humans if they're powerful clerics or paladins of a benevolent god; if we stretch it a bit I think this could include pollen allergies because nature and springtime and flowers tend to be "good"-coded).

Despite all the many drawbacks of his pact, however, Dorian would never trade this for a life where he hadn't entered into the agreement. They are powerful, dangerous, and feared as the leader of a small army of dark forces and as a bringer of pestilence. They have every intention of taking over the world, and they're powerful enough that they're very likely to succeed in this goal, when previously they were a nobody who wouldn't have stood a chance. Also, while the aches and exhaustion and sore throat are still unpleasant for them, they don't mind having a cold THAT much, because if they didn't have a sneezing fetish before they certainly do now--they find their own sneezing very pleasurable, they're attracted to other people's sneezing, and above all else, they love spreading their cold to other people, as being able to make other people ill makes them feel powerful.

VALEN LOCKE (he/him)

Formerly a street rat thief type with a small amount of magical knowledge--sneaky, cunning, and ruthless, snarky, a self-serving rogue but without the cruelty of some of his current allies. Valen was deceived by a vampire lord who appealed to his ambitions, promising to turn him and teach him great magical power if Valen agreed to work for him. The vampire in fact had no intention of teaching Valen any magic and was cruel and abusive to him for years. Valen began to plot against him, but the vampire discovered his plans.

As a punishment, Valen was turned--just like he'd always wanted--but while he was suffering from a terrible cold (not uncommon for him by that point since he was expected to work all night in the freezing cold and rain). As a result he now has a perpetual cold that can't be cured (he can try and treat the symptoms to some extent but it will only ever help a little).

He eventually killed the vampire lord and escaped, but is still treated with disgust and disdain by other vampires. He became even more self-serving and ruthless as a result of his experiences: he needs blood, and he wants power, not for the sake of hurting other people but so that no-one can hurt him.

He considers it absolutely humiliating that he always has a cold and does everything he can to conceal it. He hates it, especially since stealth is difficult when he's so sneezy... but his relationship with Dorian has led him to realise there are advantages to his condition.

The two of them first met when a starving Valen saw Dorian, thought someone who looked as sickly as him wouldn't be able to fight him off, and tried to drink their blood--which led to him getting very ill because Dorian's blood is poisonous. Dorian brought the sick, barely conscious vampire home, fascinated by the idea of a vampire with a cold, which they'd never known to be possible before, and soon fell madly in love with him. When Valen had started to recover enough to be coherent, Dorian made him an offer to become their second-in-command. Valen was initially wary, but Dorian treated him better than anyone else ever had--especially since he was turned. Everyone else found him disgusting, but Dorian thought his perpetual cold was the most attractive thing ever and treated him like the most wonderful person in the world. Valen will still never enjoy having a cold, and would never want to intentionally spread his cold to anyone the way Dorian does (Dorian has just about persuaded him to stop covering when it's just the two of them but he always uses a handkerchief in public), but he does love the attention Dorian gives him when he sneezes. Considering they're basically the wannabe Dark Lord Plaguebringer and his vampire second-in-command, they have a surprisingly sweet relationship.

As long as he gets enough blood, his cold is "just" a miserable, snotty, sneezy head cold, nothing actually serious. When deprived of blood though he quickly spikes a high fever and becomes prone to all kinds of complications like bronchitis, or pneumonia if he gets weak enough.

While sunlight doesn't kill him, it severely weakens him and he's very photic. He's also allergic to all the typical vampire weaknesses and to being blessed. (Dorian sometimes deliberately blesses him knowing it will set them both off.)

KIMBATUUL RHOGAR (he/him)

No picrew yet because Rhogar (which is his given name) is a golden-scaled dragon man and I haven't found a picrew for that yet.

In another life, Rhogar would have been the ideal knight in shining armour...well, scales. But his loyalty to his friend since childhood, Dorian, came before his morals. Rhogar loves Dorian deeply and would do absolutely anything for them, even kill, and nothing they do can damage this undying loyalty.

He acts as bodyguard, caretaker, friend and lover to Dorian. After all, no matter how much magical power Dorian has or even how much enjoyment they get from their constant sneezing, they are still very ill, and very much in need of someone to make them tea to soothe their throat, watch over them as they sleep, and carry them to safety if they pass out after a particularly exhausting use of their magic. At these times, the usually power-hungry and sadistic Dorian shows a hidden submissive side--deep down, they love being taken care of by a big strong dragon man.

Rhogar is a big strong guy with huge, powerful sneezes--and every time he sneezes he also exhales a bit of flame. He sneezes into his hands because he'd just set fire to a handkerchief. Between the draconic snout and the huge claws, blowing his nose is also a rather difficult, time-consuming process.

He also has the kink, which Dorian has a lot of fun with. After all, they need to infect someone every day, and here's someone who absolutely loves it when they sneeze on him. Is their relationship a bit fucked up? Well, on the one hand, when he catches their cold, they absolutely dote on him...though that's partly just because the sooner he recovers, the sooner they can give him their cold again. (Sometimes they'll even get him magically healed so they can give him their cold again the next day--but they don't do that too often as it's quite a strain on the group's one proper healer. Also, it's more fun to have him sick for a week.) On the other hand, as soon as he's recovered from one cold they go out of their way to give him another, keeping him pretty much constantly ill--though even with a cold he's a formidable warrior--and he spends most of his time caring for them despite having a cold himself (though colds don't tend to be at all serious for him).

Rhogar also regularly gives his blood to Valen--even a dragon man can't give blood nightly as a vampire requires, so Valen still has to drink from other people too, but Valen drinks from Rhogar about every six weeks. Of course, the blood loss doesn't help poor Rhogar's immune system, but he enjoys being bitten nonetheless, and also finds Valen's sneeziness very hot. (Valen is not allowed to drink from Rhogar if Dorian isn't around--Dorian gets jealous at the idea of Rhogar catching a cold from anyone other than them, even Valen. Then again, Rhogar generally goes whereever Dorian goes, so it's not much of an issue.)

THE REST OF THE TEAM: Coming soon! I just got delayed by struggling to find picrews for some of them, and struggling to name them, and decided to post the finished ones now so that there was at least something out there.

[mayordea]

The Kandy Post (OC Introduction😬)

ughgghgh i teased this a few days ago and sorta forgot sorta chickened out but NOW!!!!! i will finally bite the bullet and just make a proper introduction to one of my ocs. this is pasted from my post on sheezy, which i used as a very small testing ground for hosting this sorta thing. now we're moving up in the world,,,, hhhhhh

(I'm gonna make proper full-body 'official' art soon!~ References of her will be further down below) Name: Kandy Clayton Birthday: December 5, 2006 Age: 11 but also not (I will address this in her convoluted backstory 🩷) Height: 4'9 / 144.78 cm Pronouns: She/her

The rest of the bullshit resides beneath the cut. not responsible for damages yada yada

Personality

A perpetually childish and smiley girl. She's charismatic and quick to draw people into a potential friendship, though loneliness follows her like a shadow. Though she seems bright and innocent and never seeming dour, speaking to her usually feels off. It's as if she's lived longer than her physical appearance lets on. She can have a loud personality which easily overwhelms people, including friends. She's nosy and likes to be involved with everything her friends may be doing.

Creation Process

I'm gonna get this out as it's a setup for her backstory. I originally made this character when I was 10 years old or so. She was my first OC! I made her for my Smash fanfiction since I wanted an original protagonist, and she was a rather boring and uninspired character. Maybe not Mary Sue, but I can't think of another way to describe her. She was technically a Pokémon OC (with no Pokémon of her own) who fought in Smash as the only sole human fighter from the Pokémon Universe woah. Her powers (yes she had psychic powers) were gained from shady experiments she was involved with as a child, and included the power of having her shapeshift into other characters I like so I can shove them into a fight rather than come up with ways Kandy could fight herself. She was an orphan too living with a stepfamily that hated her. Oooooh~ Yeah it's all here, and I eventually got bored of her and dropped her a couple years later. HOWEVER! In recent years I've picked her up off the streets again and breathing a new life into her. I'm sorta embracing that Mary Sue-like quality of "Special, universally adored character plopped into a world she does not hail from". It's been fun turning her into a goofy trickster and actually writing a personality worth a damn. With that context out of the way, I can finally explain as abridged of a version of her backstory as much as I can.

Backstory

Kandy was an extremely average girl living in the modern era. She was unremarkable in just about every way, from academics to sports. She struggled to make friends due to her fixation on niche interests, often pertaining to video games, and longed to escape to a fantasy world far away from her current life. Her parents were often disappointed in her and focused their attention on her more gifted older sister Danielle. Though she and her sister were close, Dani was starting to spend less time with her little sister as she got more busy with life. One day, Kandy finds a broken pocket watch at an antique store, and when attempting to move its hands at home, she warps to a completely different world. Here, she gets invited to Smash to fight with her newly acquired psychic powers! During her experience, she befriended many fellow Smashers, and finally found the companionship she craved in her former life. However, she'd come to learn that this new life had a price. Due to essentially being dumped in a world she does not hail from, and therefore not meant to exist in, the universe essentially self-corrects itself to its original state without her. By that, after a certain time has passed, the memory of her begins to fade, and she slowly regresses back to being a stranger to people she once knew as friends. It was disappointing (read: soul-crushing) to see those bonds dissipate despite her efforts to prevent it, so she turns to her watch and tries again. Her reattempt leads her to Crossover Island, essentially the island from Tomodachi Life. This leads into my two-in-one giant crossover story based on an apocalyptic scenario in Tomodachi Life’s setting as well as a Miitopia AU where Kandy is the Great Sage and the only original character in a sea of characters from other media. She’s also evil from the start ;) This crossover Mii game stuff is still messy, but the ultimate point is: after losing her friends to the memory curse, she longs to be remembered in some way, which is how she ends up resorting to causing destruction and acting as a villain to attract some kind of attention on her. Though she eventually fails and is defeated, and she tries once again and warps to a new world. She lands in Everfield, the home town of my other OCs Xane and Alice (plus others). Here, almost as punishment for the crimes she committed in the Mii stories, she is but a lowly, nobody girl. An orphan with no connections to anyone. By this point, she had grown jaded at the thought of forging bonds with others due to the inevitability that her supernatural curse will interfere and make it null. But perhaps, could she find true companionship in this tiny nowhere town? Or will she attempt to rise in power again so she could once again be in a position where she can be remembered, adored, and/or feared by others? Ooooh

Apologies for the text wall, it’s probably incoherent and some bits are messy. But this is to explain the many designs and outfits she has! Before I get to that, I’ll note one last thing: Though she maintains the appearance she had when she first began her world-hopping adventure, in her original world, she has been reported missing for four years (though to her it did not feel like she had been gone from her home world for that long). As such, she’s technically 15, and in the scenario where she eventually returns to her home world, she would probably catch up in age (and deal with the whiplash that comes with being a 15 year old girl).

Outfit References

Her initial design (the one I made as a child). Minus the buggy eyes, this also reflects her appearance in the real world before she started world jumping. This is when she joins Smash before fading into obscurity. She’s the most genuine and optimistic in this era.

Her Crossover Island Representative look. This is based on the Import Wear item my own Tomodachi Life island has. I don’t exactly have a role figured out for her just yet, i just liked the idea of her wearing this dress… though I imagine she uses songs to get an idol-like fanbase of admirers. She’s perky and bright and cheerful, but a bit of venom hides under that child-like demeanor. With forging genuine bonds failing badly previously, she begins contemplating different methods of being remembers, and her ideas lead her to Destruction.

Later on she may or may not have launched the apocalypse on the Tomodachi Life island (this leads to the rough idea of my Tomodachi AU where my faves have guns and shoot zombies and shit). She takes up a leader role, though she probably seeks to create even more calamity (for the funny)

For my Miitopia AU/retelling, she plays the Great Sage (it's a crossover story and she's the only OC, ooh~). She's also here to play the role of a villain once again.

After being defeated in the crossover Mii stories, she turns her watch and comes to my main OC world where she's a little orphan girl with absolutely nothing to her name. After the trials and tribulations that came before, actual bitterness starts to be apparent in the way she carries herself. Out of all the designs, this one is the most appropriate to show that bitterness.

In a last-ditch effort to become remembered and idolized, she may or may not have accrued a cult following to be hailed as a god-like figure capable of solving people's problems. This is the LEAST developed of the adventures I have planned for her, but I thought this was design I came up with was cool so I'm writing a reason for it to exist in real time.

Art I've Made of Her + Tagging System

Here's some art I've made of her Great Sage, Ink drawing, Darkest Lord (eyestrain warning), Entropy

^(links might be janky, apologies if that's the case i will fix at a later date)

Like all my OCs, she's categorized in the #mayorsocs tag. Her different appearances don't get specialized tags because I don't think it's necessary (also I don't draw her nearly enough to justify that). She's mainly just tagged as "#kandy" here since I started using that before I came up with a last name for her. Previous arts will probably be updated with an extra tag just for more specificity

Fanart Policy

Fanart of any of her looks is appreciated! Please do not make any art of any sexual nature involving her - remember she is a minor so just Be Normal :) I'd prefer to also keep her out of any kind of shipping content... but she can still be friends with your OCs. They can have a playdate.

This will see some edits in the future. But I hope this is an adequate look into my Tweested Mind

[a-master-procrastinator]

OC Tag Game

Tagged by @raven-of-domain-kwaad, thank you! I'll be keeping it within SWTOR characters since I just focus on them here.

No pressure tag (if you feel like it): @vespertine-legacy, @astrifer-bound, @mmigrainee, @chaoticspacefam, @spitzobsessed

Favorite OC - Jett

Not surprising. As much as I love my other characters (Auletta don't kill me), Jett just gotta be my favorite. Bounty hunter storyline being one of my favorites definitely affects this, but there is much more to this. She is this 'tough on the outside, softie on the inside' type of character that I just adore, I love her personal arcs about trauma, meaningful connections and leadership. And of course strong badass Mando women are just cool and get an instant liking from me :) I can go on for hours on this, but let's move on.

More under the cut.

Newest OC - Beirya and Zin

I had more ideas for new characters after I made Rya and Zin, but they are not yet actual characters that I plan to develop. So these two are my newest at the moment.

Oldest OC - Auletta

Technically, the first character I ever rolled in SWTOR was smuggler, but I didn't keep her in any way, so it's Auletta. Although she looked slightly different and was assassin instead of sorcerer in the game (which doesn't fit her background), the core of her character remained the same.

Meanest OC - Jaria

It's a tough spot between some of my characters, but when others can be polite or maybe it's not their nature to be rude (they just do it for others reasons), Jaria is unapologetically mean to people almost all the time (only shutting up if it saves her skin or gives an advantage).

Softest OC - Shailla and Lorri

(there are actually two more but I wanted to keep it short)

They are just so kind and gentle, striving to do more good in this imperfect galaxy. I mean, there is a reason why Lorri is often considered the heart of her little found family.

Most aloof/standoffish OC - Xaele and Jaria

Xaele in general is pretty distant from the world and even her own actions, which fit well for agent's life. And Jaria is, honestly, pretty mistrusting, and after being separated from her sister, probably the only person she gave a Hutt about, Jaria couldn't form meaningful connections with other people, so she's a loner. Plus she's mostly interested in self-gain and money, and she doesn't care how she gets it.

Dumbest (affectionate) OC - Vintu

Well, there may be others, but no one radiates chaotic dumbass energy like Vintu (yeah, not even smugglers, though they are close). Just look at his dumb face.

Smartest OC - Auletta and Elixess

I would betray Auletta by not including her here. She is a quick learner, a schemer, always hungry for knowledge and information. She's very good at using all available knowledge and information to get the best out of her situation, whatever it might be (back in slavery, in Sith Academy, Dark Council, you name it). The only period when Auletta made kinda dumb decisions was around chapters 1 and 2 of Inquisitor storyline, mostly bc she was drunk on power and freedom, testing how far she can go. But when she failed to kill Thanaton for the second time, Auletta adapted and got the best out of it.

Elixess is similar in many ways, except she doesn't have the same malicious intent as Auletta and maybe not as nerdy. She is a quick thinker, which helps her talk her way out of most trouble and see possibilities for profit. Also, I just thought having a smuggler as one of the smartest characters is funny.

(actually, there are more characters who are on the same level, but I wanted to mention these two)

Horniest OC - Vintu and Jaria

Jaria just likes to flirt around and have one-night stands almost every time she visits a new place (Mako got tired of it real quick). Shame that bounty hunters don't have a lot of flirt options with NPCs other than companions. And Vintu... well, for my own sanity we have an agreement - he doesn't tell much about his private life, and I don't get to know much about it. Let's just say that when he's with Jaesa they are very active, and even after he's done with her, Vintu still hits on a lot of people.

OC you'd bang - none

I'm way too asexual for that.

OC you'd be best friends with - Raen and Alaine

Both of them are great friend material. Raen shares some of my interests (that weren't a bit of self-insert to begin with, no no), so she can tolerate a bit of infodumping about special interests from me. She's generally fun to be around, except for maybe when she's being chased by law enforcement or when she's sleeping. Plus we might have 'introvert adopted by an extrovert' dynamiс in a good way.

Alaine is someone I could trust to discuss a lot of complicated topics without being judged harshly. And she's a good person and a reliable friend in general, so great to have her as a friend. Alaine is more of "calls me out on my shit" friend, and Raen is more of "tags along with my shit" friend, and I definitely need both these types of friends.

[apples-of-apples]

Whoopsie my finger(s) slipped! (Yes I have just written an essay about miitopia you can’t judge me)

I am in love with miitopia. It is my favorite game ever, and I am not joking. This game has seeped into the crevasses of my brain too much. This game isn’t perfect but it is as close as it can get for me. 

Starting off, Oh my god I love the classes. The classes are so diverse and creative, it’s beautiful. The starting six give an amazing intro into what this game is going to offer you in terms of classes. While it has the standard cleric, warrior, thief, and mage, it also has classes that I think that very few games have implemented as well as miitopia(That being pop star and chef)! Miitopia as a game is very simplistic in its combat and the classes and skills mesh with that system greatly. For example basically every starting class they can heal and damage in some sort of way. Expanding on that every starting class aside from cleric and thief have some sort of skill that heals a party member and a skill that can damage pretty well by at least the area boss. A great showing of this is the popstar who for the majority of the early game is a great support option due to their skills, and can do weak aoe damage with their basic attack. The skill “out of tune” which is probably gained at around the third or fourth boss is an amazing damage skill for the entire game including its better versions. The skill is even good in the AI because while it does damage the party it barely hurts. This is all to say that the utility of these classes are well thought out so every class is on an even playing field in terms of use in battle. The classes that show up throughout the game (Imp, Scientist, Cat, Flower, Tank, Princess, Elf, and Vampire) all follow this type of design too! That’s the best part of these classes! No class is absolutely better than any other class! Every class has its own utility that makes it good! Are there still some classes that can be considered better in base stats? Yes! But again each class has its own cases for use!  A great example are flowers and clerics. Clerics can only revive one at a time, but Flowers can revive an entire team at once! But then clerics are better when needing single healing because they heal buckets of health for much less than flowers. The overall thing I’m trying to say is that these classes are good because they use the game's mechanics to work and don’t need to have like five turns of set up before being allowed to give any damage.

Going to the next point, The idea of having Miis as every single character is genius! I don’t mean in the way that you can put memes for a lol there’s sans undertale as a princess!!! I mean in the way that this game provides a basis for OCs to exist inside of the world of miitopia and because most of the characters are very simple you are able to project a character of your choice onto any npc. And disregarding npcs for a moment the mii builder (Especially in the switch version) you can make any character!! Also the miis make plenty of the characters a bit more personal if you made them. Take the princess for example, let's say she’s idk an old OC that you haven’t worked on in a while and then you come back to deliver the calming fruit, and fiends are everywhere almost everyone is on the floor and the princess is in the corner of the room with her face gone. That moment while not extreme even for a first playthrough will get you motivated to beat up the boss that took her face. It’s a great way to motivate the player to want to defeat a boss and to make the player have some sort of care for the npcs in the game.

Going to the last point of miscellaneous things! The lands all feel different and bonus areas accessed through endgame and quests are fun to explore!. If I’m being honest the level designs can get kinda boring, but the game still compensates for that with having more loot or more monsters for experience in each path in the levels. The music is absolutely wonderful<3!! It is just a great soundtrack because of its range from calm and slow Jazz(I think??) for makeup in the switch version, and then the bangers that are the general boss music, and the dark lord themes.

[paragonrobits]

WAIT WAIT, AN IDEA

i'm thinking that for my OCverse, one of the rival teams to my OC squad are a group of characters specifically meant to examine the idea of relatability in various respects?

say for example, one of them is a mimic, both in a DND sense and in a power sense, using abilities to transform both body and mind to appeal to the sensibilities of others and gain power by drawing upon the collective mind power of all those people, but as a result has almost no sense of their own personality or desires, just as a living extension of others. they don't know what they want anymore. When you scrape away everything you could be to survive, what even ARE you?

in contrast, there's my OC Squad; a group of the absolute weirdest freakazoids, monsters, mad scientists, self-experimenting aberrations and challenge seeking battle addicts. every last one of them is fucking weird. Half of them started out as normal animals inexplicably empowered by magic, most of them can shapeshift in some way. Some of them are magically empowered and hindered by a magical compulsion of Bad Brain Thoughts that manifests as corrosive sickness and revolting physical mutations, some of them transform by eating things (including ideas, so they eat your sickness so you get better and now they have a tummy ache). All of them have a weird cat.

the point is that they're a weird bunch; not deliberately made to be relatable, but deliberately made BY me to be interesting. and a lot of what makes a character relatable is not what traits they have, but what they DON'T have. as long as a character doesn't have traits directly antithetical to a viewer, I've seen viewers call that character relatable even if they have nothing in common.

so for this i would probably need at least five characters, and based on either literal character archetypes that fit the relatable concept (one, for example, could be a regular human from an otherwise mundane world thrust into the magical realms of the setting, similar to the ordinary student in magic land archetype, and usually written as a blank slate to appeal to the reader base)

in general i think it would be good to make a balance between characters base on very common self-insert archetypes (though I would need help identifying what those archetypes ARE; at best i can only really think of the Mary Sue as defined in real old school fan fic and not the modern version of the term, or the Isekai Bland Protagonist archetype)

they might also reflect on influencers/youtubers in some way, though I'm hesitant to make that step since it would border on making them a straw man to beat up because I personally don't like influencers; if i did that, they would likely wind up being experts in PR or deriving combat power from attention in some way. In contrast, my OC squad are thoroughly uninterested in PR management. they say "we are what we are and that's our business". the mad scientist spider lady is not saying that because she wandered off to replace her intestines with a lite-brite machine for funsies.

In general i think this Relatable Band would function as a big question about the idea of fitting in, and what it means for my characters who are by design all outcasts, monsters or one-of-a-kind freaks who cannot belong anywhere; is finding a place in the world worth it when you can only get it by scraping off everything that makes you YOU?

[scorchedcandy]

OC Spotlight 1/5 (for now lol I’ll type others later)

Gender - nonbinary they/them (okay with she/her and he/him also) Sexuality - queer/unlabeled they’re p much good with anyone lol Age - 28 Race - Altmer Religious Affiliation - started with Stendarr (raised by priests of Stendarr in Lillandril after being abandoned), branched out and tried to explore more when they arrived in Skyrim and weren't so sheltered, settled in with Auri-El after going through the initiate journey in the Chantry and overcoming that lifelong internalized belief that Auri-El wasn't "for" them as a hulkynd Altmer and this continues to drive their love for pursuing the betterment of all skills and exploring new things, interest in Sotha Sil (admiration for his knowledge and engineering abilities), some minor affiliation with Azura (I'm an enjoyer of Azura's sphere including transitional periods including trans people)

Aside from magic they dual wield axes, use an axe and a shield, use a war hammer, and use a crossbow

My jack of all trades character. They’re a hulkynd Altmer, cast out of a likely very high class Altmer family at birth for not being “perfect” enough. They were taken in by the Temple to Stendarr in Lillandril and became a Vigilant. When they were sent to Skyrim they were exposed to so many new people, books, and ideas that would’ve been suppressed back home. So now they’re essentially traveling around and trying to learn as much about everything and anything that they can. They’re trying to get involved with any guild they can join (even the darker natured ones not out of malice but curiosity), any quests and adventures they’re sent on, and trying to talk to as many people as possible. They’re even involving themself with Daedra so that they can form their own thoughts based on experience rather than just what they were taught. They read every book they find. Though they can be a little naive from their sheltered upbringing, they’re highly intelligent and inquisitive. They’re also no stranger to snark when warranted.

They love to tinker and invent. They built their arm on their own, incorporating the aetherquartz calian from their coming-of-age into the back of the hand. It’s not static, so they can roll it to stim lol. It’s powered by a soul gem in the forearm which opens like a hatch. Sotha Sil was a big role model to them growing up and they collected any book they could find with him in it lol. I feel like they also built alternate arms for various aesthetic, functional, or fun reasons. They’re willing to take risks and face danger for knowledge. They love improving their skills and want to master everything. They have a fantasy of being the first hulkynd Altmer to be granted their alaxon sphere for gaining a degree of perfection, maintaining that even the god intended to embody perfection was imperfect and elitist Altmer would've cast him out if they didn't know.

They love fashion, nail polish, and makeup too. I’ll try to add more hair/makeup/clothes ideas later. They like flowy clothing with nice colors and bold colorful makeup. Their hair is long, so if they’re fighting or working it’s usually tied up/back in some way. They rarely bind or use magic to take the appearance of having a flat chest, but when they do it’s often because they felt an outfit would look better that way. Despite their already impressive height they also love wearing very tall heels and platforms. I feel like they’d like those platform heels with the heart shaped platform very much lol. Their earrings are soul gem inspired since it’d be a little dangerous to have real soul gems dangling by their face all the time.

I think they have a tooth gap too lol also when they aren't duel wielding a spell, they prefer to cast from their right arm (enhancing their magic through the soul gem in that arm)

[papipopsicle]

AFTERTASTE PART SEVEN

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing

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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.

When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.

Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.

Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.

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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.

The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"

"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.

Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'

"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.

"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."

"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."

"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"

Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."

"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.

"Nope."

The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."

All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.

"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.

"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."

"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.

Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."

Arch 🧡

That new post should be illegal

Tiger 💛

Ooo

I like this reaction

Maybe I should post more

Like this one

Cheryl pushed me in the pool

And I may have had a drink

Or three

Arch 🧡

Well that's sexy

I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth

You're a goddess

But also

How's she holding up?

Tiger 💛

🥺😇

Broken

But she's strong yk

You coming over for dinner?

Arch 🧡

Yeah Y/D invited my dad too

Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?

Tiger 💛

Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))

Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.

Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"

Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.

"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."

Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.

"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."

Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"

"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.

The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"

As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.

Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.

Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.

"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."

"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.

"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.

"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.

"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.

Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.

Arch 🧡

I can still smell your perfume on my sheets

Tiger 💛

Marking my territory obviously x

Arch 🧡

I love it

Hope you sleep well baby x

Tiger 💛

Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x

Arch 🧡

Whatever you say, baby x

Tiger 💛

Goodnight x

Arch 🧡

Night princess x

part eight?

wanna be tagged? just send in an ask x

[nixie-writes]

AHHH YES I would love to hear about your oc, I looooove hearing bout others oc's !!!!!! i have 2 of my own for hazbin !!!!!!!!!if ur comfy ofc <3333333

!!! I didn't think anyone would be interested but thank you!! I have a really lengthy G-Doc for her so I'll just paste it here, and include the full body transparent art I did for her. In this I'll be repeatedly referencing a character named Willow, who belongs to my friendo @willowaudreykeyes so please keep that in mind! (I hope you don't mind me directly referencing your OC, Remy, love ya!)

Nixie (referred to as Nix by close friends) is a water nymph Hell-born demon, Overlord of Mythology. Her body is made of water and she can shift her form to her desire, however she chooses a more bunny-like appearance. She believes it represents purity and a motherly spirit. She currently works with the Happy Hotel as redemption manager, learning why separate sinners fell to Hell and setting up treatment plans to get them redeemed. She considers Willow, Overlord of Medicine, Charlie Morningstar, Husk and Niffty as good friends. She has a strained frenemy relationship with Alastor; she dislikes him, however her closest friend Willow is dating him and as such, she tolerates him. She is one of, if not the only Hell-born Overlord and as such, she sees herself as a political voice for Hell-borns. She believes that Hell-borns, including imps, Hell-hounds, succubi and the such, are all treated unfairly because they were born in Hell and never had the chance to enter Heaven. She believes Hell-borns should be treated equally to sinners. Being the Overlord of Mythology, a form of media that still stands in current humanity, she holds power and is of good status among Overlords. Towards Hell-borns, she has a very motherly and nurturing demeanor. While she has no children of her own, she views Hell-borns as her children, even ones older than her. She always wanted her own children, but never felt comfortable enough with another Overlord or Hell-born to settle down with, and never considered settling down with a sinner. She also has her political career at stake and fears she may be forced to choose between biological children and her career. She believes Hell-borns have been betrayed by the political system and forced to the bottom of the food chain and she intends to use her status as Overlord to change this. She has a bias to Hell-borns, as she considers them her responsibility. Towards sinners, she’s more reserved and has a standoff-ish personality. She isn’t the nicest to sinners; she has no experience with them and believes every sinner is in Hell because they did something terrible in life. She’s unaware of how strict Heaven is and thinks there are too many sinners stuck in one ring, and believes that either the sinners should be removed or allowed to traverse other rings. Hence, why she agrees to help with the redemption - if she can help sinners achieve redemption, Hell will begin to clear up and there will no longer be a need for yearly exterminations that risk the lives of Hell-borns and sinners alike. Throughout her time at the hotel, she grows warmer to the sinners and understands not all of them are evil, some are just victims of bad circumstances, and she finds herself falling for a specific sinner she works with. Alongside other Overlords, she can be stiff and downright rude if she feels the need to be. Her reputation precedes her as kind and motherly to Hell-borns, but the other Overlords are all sinners who abused the political system to gain their placement, in her mind. During required Overlord meetings she isn’t very talkative unless she feels the need to bring in her position, otherwise she doesn’t speak unless spoken to. She specifically dislikes Alastor, Valentino and Vox, though she doesn’t quite mind Rosie, as her friend Willow works with Rosie.

When she deals with Alastor alone she’s very tight and keeps to herself, always second guessing anything he says, regardless of his friendly demeanor. She’s complacent with him but makes it visible she dislikes him, making a point to frown his way any time he gets her attention. Her frown doesn’t suggest weakness to him, it suggests genuine distaste. She believes he’s too unpredictable and not trustworthy. She wouldn’t trust him around a child for a moment. Among her friends, she’s more lax and laughs sometimes. She’s reserved and quiet often, but around those she truly trusts (Willow, Charlie and Niffty specifically) she’s a little looser and loves to have girl’s nights. She enjoys watching the other girls do each others’ hair and nails and have love and crush talks (Charlie talking about Vaggie, Willow talking about Alastor much to Nixie’s chagrin and Niffty talking about men she sees in magazines). When they ask her if she has an interest in anyone Nixie simply shrugs and says, “I don’t know, we’ll see”. She has feelings for a sinner in the hotel but refuses to admit it, even if she gets all flustered around said sinner. Willow, her closest friend, hasn’t revealed if she’s aware of Nixie’s crush or not. With Charlie, her friendship with her and, by extension, Vaggie, is business on the surface. Nixie works for them non-profit and has to discuss treatment plans for specific sinners. However in private, Nixie is very chill with Charlie and Vaggie. She enjoys their wholesome relationship and likes being the platonic third wheel in the fun stuff they do together. With Niffty, she enjoys how neat and friendly the smaller cyclops is. She can’t imagine what a sweet young lady like her did to end up in Hell. She enjoys watching and helping Niffty clean around the hotel, listening to Niffty talk about men she’s noticed and what she likes about them. She thinks Niffty is a little loose emotionally and fears she may get her heart broken, but she issues Niffty that if any man hurts her they’ll never forget the consequences. With Husk, she’s very flustered around him, both in public and in private. She doesn’t drink, but many nights she’ll come down to the common room late at night to talk with him. They have a secret close friendship, but she wishes for more. She loves to see his card tricks, including his sleight of hand, though she can never learn it herself. She encourages his magic tricks and, while she doesn’t like his drinking habits, she likes him for who he is and wishes he feels the same. With Willow, Nixie considers Willow her closest friend and confidant. They have a very close friendship, as they’re both Overlords and both share a love interest with two men associated with each other. Willow, being a plant-based demon, needs water for her herbs and her body, and Nixie happily provides. Throughout the day she’ll brush by Willow and leave water on her body for her leaves to soak up. Though she dislikes Alastor she insists on helping Willow set up dates with Alastor, and Nixie may or may not spy on them to make sure Alastor doesn’t try pulling a trick out of his sleeve. Nixie is unabashedly herself around Willow with no shame and the two get along great, always appreciating each other’s company, both within and outside work confines. They often have sleepovers, just the two of them, where they talk about a litany of things, though Willow seems insistent on talking about Alastor. Nixie is tempted to dump all her mixed feelings about Husk and her crush on him to Willow but fears that Willow may try to act upon it or force Nixie to confess. Nixie and Willow have a very close relationship, like sisters, and Nixie would do anything for Willow’s sake.

This should be transparent; I drew this myself, it isn't my best work but this was 30 layers in Sai so here you go!

[badwolf-winchester]

Ancient Bloodlines

Pairing: Loki x Emy Nightstar (OC)

OC Summary: Emy is the newest Avenger. She specializes in Magic and close range attacks/ weapons. Her heritage is unknown to her as she was left at an orphanage door step when she was a young girl with only the memory of her name. She goes by her nickname Emy but has never told anyone her full name as its a reminder of her being abandoned. Emy can see through any illusion and Magic no matter how powerful they are or how strong the magic is and is unaware of this. Her powers include Telekinesis, Elemental Control, True Sight (as stated above) Enhanced healing and Shifting (she wont discover this till much later in the story). She loves to read, listen to music, play violin, sing, and draw.

Story Info: Takes place after infinity wars. Tony and Natasha are alive Steven comes back from the future after giving back the infinity stones. Vision is alive and living with Wanda in the tower. Thor and Loki live in the tower with the rest of the Avengers and for the sake of the story Himedall is alive and living with the rest of the Asgardians on earth in New Asgard (you will find out why later)

One last thing: Please do not repost my work on any other site or social media, however reblogging on here is fine. I work hard on all of my fanfics and it’s disappointing when people take my work as their own. I am the creater of all my OCs such as Sora Nightstar, Emy Nightstar, and Lithium Nightstar. My inbox is open for any and all requests as i am a multi fandom writer. Let me know how you like the story and i will do my best to answer any and all questions. As always i encourage any and all feedback as it helps with my writing. I hope you all like it!

The Beginning

They say that your parents are there to teach you the rules of the world, but what happens when you have no parents? Who will teach you then? The world is cruel but people are crueler. Ive learned this first hand when the person i trusted most in this world left me on the door step of the St. Trinity’s Orphanage. I was 9 when my mother told me she didn’t want me anymore and i guess I couldn’t really blame her. I mean who could love someone who couldn’t control the powers that grew with each passing year. Someone who started fires out of thin air when they had nightmares, conjured whirlwinds when startled, unfurled earthquakes when angered, spring forth rain showers when sad, and levitate objects when riddled with anxiety. I will never forget that day for its seared into my mind like its own person brand echoing with every beat of my heart. A monster thats what she called me, her own flesh and blood was a monster in her eyes, and i could see the relief when she ran from the solid oak door finally rid of the burden she had to put up with throughout the years. An abomination she cried as she reached the cobblestone sidewalk eager to be rid of me and by the pace she was going at i could tell she had more spring in her step than on the walk over from the bus we exited from. Unnatural she bellowed as she disappeared around the corner a ghost of a smile springing from her lips as she disappeared. These where the last words i would ever hear from my mother, if thats what you would call her.

Emy’s POV

Tonight was just like any other. Crisp cold air submerged the city in a blanket of dark and silence while it settled into your bones. I never minded the cold in fact I welcomed it, it reminded me of the cabin i found one year after running away from one of the many abusive foster homes i was forced to stay with. I’ll admit it was one of the times I was able to avoid the social workers for longer than a week and the happiest I had ever been in my life up until i was captured by Hydra. When I had a flair up with my powers, which usually ended up being fire, i would immediately get sent back to St. Trinity’s but this time i ran before they had the chance to toss me aside. The staff there used to place bets on how long i would stay with a family, they would joke saying i was cursed or jinxed but i knew the truth, no one wanted me. Once the parents found out about my abilities I was sent packing. I was labeled as a flight risk and a danger to others which only deepened my anti socialism.

Walking through the streets of New York i pull my dark purple jacket on and my dark brown hair in a pony tail as I get closer to my destination. Because i don’t feel the effects of the cold weather Tony, being such the dad figure he is, has made it his priority to make sure i still wear one just incase so here i was walking home in black ripped up jeans, a black v neck T-shirt, black and purple checkered vans and a light weight dark purple jacket. With my headphones in my ears and “I like it heavy” by Halestorm blasting I make my way to the place i call home, Stark Tower. Walking through the front doors i make my way past the receptionist who always greets me with a bright smile. As I walk towards the elevator I give her a small smile back and a head nod. After entering the elevator and pressing the button for the penthouse I start to reflect on how i got here.

By the time i was 15 Hydra found me in that cabin and took me away. I went from hopping from family to family to being used as a science experiment, constantly being poked and prodded just so they could get a reaction out of me. As a child my powers where very unstable mostly flaring up with my emotions, its no wonder that Hydra caught wind of me its not like i was hiding it very well or more so that i couldn’t hide it. They tried to wipe my memory to gain control of me “a blank slate” is what they wanted, but for some reason, they failed as I wasn’t susceptible to their conditioning methods no matter how much time i spent in the chair. However, I could tell they were scared of me I could see it in their eyes. This didn’t last long though as they used what they called their perfect weapon code name Winter Soldier to beat me into submission. After that first meeting that left me with a broken arm and a fractured ankle i started to obey, since then Ive met the Soldier a couple of times but if he remembers me he dosent let on and I dont blame him, he has been in that chair so many times Im genuinely surprised he can even remember how to walk. He is stronger than the others as most of the other test subjects had turned to vegetables after the 4th mind wipe, he was on his 10th the last time i saw him with Hydra.

Another test was done on me and this one was different. They used a teseract? If thats what they called it I can’t be sure nor did I care all I could feel was pain like as if someone injected lava in my veins. After they injected me I started screaming after a while I couldn’t even hear myself anymore, my throat was so sore and horse from the constant roar of my agony I just wanted it to end. How long was I out for? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? Years? They didn’t keep clocks there or at least not in the dungeon like cell they had me in. When the fire faded i was left with this numbness and after further tests I realized that I was immune to fire. I can literally stick my hand in fire and i will be left untouched and unscorched. They did the same test with freezing temperatures to see if they could subdue me at least in some way. I must have been out longer than just a couple of days as during the tests i didn’t recognize any of the Doctors. In that moment I realized something, if they were trying to contain me then something must have happened to the soldier. It was time to plan my escape.

Back in my cell i could hear footsteps approaching me and then stop short. One of the scientists frantically trying to talk some sense into someone just out of my line of sight. “She is immune to anything we throw at her sir. We have done every test we could there is nothing left for us to do.” One of the goons in a lab coat stated to what i assumed is a higher up. “Bolden If her powers keep growing at the rate they are it could be days in which she will be unstoppable and with the soldier gone we dont have anything that can keep her in line. She broke Mandy and Rays arms the last time we tested her. She is getting too strong.” Brining a hand up to his chin the higher up Bolden stepped out of the shadows and looked at me with deep interest before he turned to looked at the man and scoffed. As he walked away i felt a cold chill ran down my back as I anticipated what was to become of me; I knew it was nothing good i had already broken their rules. His next words only confirmed what I feared. “ Its simple. Break her spirit or kill her Doctor. And when i say break her i mean in anyway means necessary.” His sadistic laugh is the last thing i remember before everything went black.

Its been 2 years since i have escaped and now I’m living in the avengers tower. I don’t remember what happened after that night in my cell its all a blur of red, screams, and gunshots. When i woke up next i was in a 6ft crater where I was being held captive without a scratch on me. Trees were uprooted and fallen over as if a bomb went off. Luckily the Avengers showed up not long after me waking up and took me to their base where i met Directer Fury. With his permission and 24/7 surveillance provided by Tony Stark via FRIDAY and training sessions to get my powers under control i was allowed to join the Avengers and fight for good. Little did i know that by agreeing to this I would end up in the path of a certain God or Gods who were also taking residence at the tower.

With the sound of a *ding* the elevator shook me out of my mind and back to the present. As i exited the elevator I pulled my head phones out of my ears and was instantly met with the sound of Tony losing his mind. “Where did she go? She knows she can’t be out this late. She could be taken again! Its 5 minutes past her curfew!” Rolling my eyes I roll my headphones up and shove them in my pocket and round the corner. “Tony it takes 5 minutes to get from the lobby to the penthouse calm down. I bet she will walk through that door anytime now.” Came the sweet voice of reason of none other than Pepper Potts. “I’m Home.” I said in a deadpan voice as i walked by the couple only for Tony to stand up and intercept me by placing a hand on my upper arm. “Where did you go and why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?” I looked at him and raised an eyebrow pushing his hand off me. “Tony its Wednesday. I have training with Strange on Wednesdays and I had Friday alert you as I was leaving but you were in the lab with Bruce.” Not sure what to say next Tony mumbled a small apology. “Sorry I was just worried about you. I know you are grown enough to make your own choices as you are 25 but I just want to make sure you are safe. How was the training with The Wizard?” Sighing and shaking my head just wanting to go the library and read I decided to just let it go. “Strange is a hard ass that much you already know. It wasnt bad actually I think I’m warming up to him. I didn’t spontaneously throw him to the wall when he snuck up behind me as i was going over the ancient texts so i call that improvement.” I said sheepishly while side stepping around him. “I’m gonna go to the library now and grab some light reading before bed you guys have a good night.” With out waiting for a response I quickly made my way towards my new destination only to have Tony saying something about guests in the house but I ignored him.

Pushing open the library door I make my way to the poetry section to grab my usual copy of Edgar Allen Poe that I read before bed. As my had reached for the spot i knew i put the book in i find that its not there. “Wait what? Where is my book? I know I put it back here before I left for training so where did it go?” Frustrated I stomp back over to the entrance and rip open the door ready to go on a murder spree while shouting down the hallway. “CLINT! You better give me back my night time book or I’m breaking all your arrows again! No one reads in this tower but me! How stupid do you think I am!?” Straining my ears I listen for any type of movement but was met with dead silence. After a minute I finally hear movement through the vents coming from the west part of the tower and I take off sprinting. Sliding around a corner I barely miss colliding with Steve and Bucky who look like they were on their way back from a mission. Offering a quick apology before I continue my pursuit I hear Steve yell “Hey! No running in the tower!” Not faltering in my hot pursuit of the Hawk thief I continue to zip through the tower ignoring the Captains words until i was almost to the vent that lead to the 2 level family room. Using the railing for the steps leading down to the family area to give me more height i jumped as close to the vent as possible and conjured my signature Scythe to slice through it while twisting in the air kicking the vent free and off its track. A shocked and terrified scream resonates from the vent as the culprit falls to the ground with a thud and a grunt. I landed in a crouched position and slowly straightened to my full hight. “What the hell Emy?! When did you learn to do that?!” Clint yells as he sits up rubbing his left shoulder that he landed on. I started stalking towards him with the blade of my scythe scrapping across the ground as i went while giving him a death glare. “Give me back my book Barton.” At the mention of his last name his head snapped up to me fear replacing the pain from his fall. “Oh shit last name not good.” Scrambling up on his feet he turns and runs towards the common room that connects to the elevator with me hot on his tail and my scythe trailing behind me in my right hand.

“Shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!!” He yells as he makes it fully to the room only to fling forward as i jump and kick his back tired of all the running. Twirling my weapon around I place it at his neck sneering at him. “I will not ask you again.” I said placing pressure on his neck with my blade. Sensing a fast moving object coming from my left from the kitchen I move my head back 3 inches as what looked like a hammer flew by me embedding itself in the wall. Turning my head slowly in the direction of the flying object, I confirmed it was indeed a hammer that was thrown at me. Irritation flared through me as i released Clint from the end of my scythe and turned fully to the kitchen to face my attacker. There stood 2 men that i did not recognize, one tall oak of a man with blond short hair, blue eyes and tan skin in blue jeans, a red T-shirt ,and grey jacket. the other shorter man made me stare at him and faultier for a second as he was so different from anyone i have ever seen, dark blue skin covered his entire body with darker almost black symbols and piercing red eyes, long black hair with black jeans, a green dress shirt and black jacket. Tearing my gaze away from his own curious one i looked between both men before i clenched my jaw letting my irritation settle back in. “Which one of you threw that hammer.” I said venom dripping with every word. “Whoa its ok Emy thats just Thor and Loki they are the asgardian Gods that live here in the tower part time when they are not in Norway.” Clint said standing up quickly. Not moving from my position i narrowed my eyes and flicked them over in Clint’s direction. The ground started to shake as my irritation and annoyance grew to anger remembering what i was doing before being interrupted by the Gods. Throwing his hands up in surrender he then quickly reached into his back pocket and retrieved my book. “Ok ok dont blow a fuse Em.” He said while tossing me my possession stopping me from causing an earthquake. Catching it in the air with my left had I inspected the book to make sure it wasn’t damaged before I let go of my scythe, with a wave of my hand it disappeared back to the pocket dimension I keep it in then looked back at Clint as the tremors stopped. “Touch my things again and i will be wearing your guts like my mom’s pashmina.” I said to the thief before walking out of the room and disappeared down the hallway not giving the Gods a second glance. As I entered my room i could hear a silky voice ring out from the kitchen. “Well isnt she interesting.”

Part 2 coming soon

@nickkie1129

[umbralstars]

Alright now that I've talked a bit about his province it's time to talk about the man himself. We should all be aware of the few bits of canon info we got about Rufus, but here's my own general thoughts about his character and the relationships he has with his family.

Rufus is 13 years older than Lambert and wasn't exactly thrilled when his parents decided to make Lambert heir instead because of him possessing a crest while Rufus didn't. Rufus understands logically why Crests are useful for rulers to have (the legitimacy they offer along with a powerful Relic if a ruler needs to defend the state is useful and he won't deny that) but doesn't believe a Crest necessarily makes one automatically a good ruler. Recognizing early on the faults in Faerghus' system of governance, and feeling like he has something to prove, Rufus was hell bent on leaving his mark on Faerghus whether he's king or not.

Rufus is actually an incredibly intelligent politician who studied not only the governing systems of old, but also tried to learn as much as he could about foreign governments so he could reform Faerghus. He's been reform minded since he was a teenager. Even spent a good portion of Lambert's formative years impressing his ideas onto his younger brother, until Lambert knew enough to start coming up with his own ideas and debating solutions with Rufus. While the brothers were never the closest, Rufus implicitly trusted Lambert because his brother was just willing to trust and listen to him and that meant a lot to Rufus. He did more than his fair share of criticizing his younger brother, but at least he knew Lambert could find appreciation in that.

As Grand Duke of Itha, Rufus had a certain view on wealth and how a government should be structured.

He firmly believes that wealth should be used to glorify the state through great public works and that a well educated populace along with a well fed and protected populace led to the greatest societies. He still lived large and made it known, but he had a more patriotic attitude towards his wealth and believed he had a moral obligation to spend it on Faerghus' greatness. Under his rule, Castell Itha went from a cultural backwater in Faerghus to having one of the largest public libraries (something that would be replicated in Fhirdiad with Lambert turning the Fhirdiad College of Sorcery's library into a royal one open to the public) in Fodlan and having better urban planning than many cities in the Empire. He personally encouraged the creation of great works of art, poetry, and new magical techniques all for the good of Faerghus. He believed that Faerghus could be a cultural powerhouse and he was going to make it so by Sothis.

Rufus' aspirations weren't just limited to Itha either as he was of the opinion that Faerghus' incredibly decentralized governance style was holding the Kingdom back from greatness. Ever since Loog, the Kingdom had been an almost confederation of various states who paid homage to House Blaiddyd and the royal court but devolved so much power on internal matters they were functionally independent. The Kingdom's codes of chivalry were mostly developed and lauded by the crown as a way to retain some centralized authority and respect, but the various states in Faerghus could pretty much beef with each other as they pleased. Nowhere worse was this problem than in the northern reaches of Faerghus. Because much of the north has sided with Loog there was never any consolidation, so the north was made up of hundreds of duchies, counties, baronies, etc that could give the Holy Roman Empire a run for its money.

Rufus saw all of this as a blight on the Kingdom and made it his life's mission to fix it when he became Grand Duke. Lambert and him were working towards a goal of essentially a federalized monarchy with a strong centralized government. It's the entire reason he started to consolidate power and take out anyone who dared to get in his way. He also has a very 'my way or the highway' outlook on the other noble houses and wouldn't hesitate to screw them over if they don't fall into lines or prove to him that they're incapable of leadership. 

Rufus can also be incredibly petty and spiteful if he feels he's been offended in some way. House Galatea is the big example of this. Galatea had been having financial problems for decades before hand, and the Count spurning Rufus on his betrothal request for peaceful inclusion in the Grand Duchy he considered a grave insult. Rufus didn't incite the rebellion as some claim but he did capitalize on it because he wanted to show how weak Galatea was and undermine the Count's authority. A more bloody example came when a smaller noble house in his domain tried to kill Rufus and his heir to take the riches for themselves. While they failed on both counts, Rufus decided to purge the entire family and their supporters with having the ringleaders tried and executed leaving the rest to flee for the Alliance.

The only House he begrudgingly respects is House Fraldarius because he does consider Rodrigue to be a capable leader and they do somewhat get along. They encountered each other a lot and, while Rogrigue is critical of Rufus' certain proclivities, they were able to be amicable to one another. He dislikes how many nobles fled to House Fraldarius due to the perceived aggression on the Grand Duchy's part. But for him, as long as Rodrigue was on Lambert's side with the reform measures he can share power in the north. He and Margrave Gautier have always disliked each other for numerous reasons, but the two don't clash over territory so they can tolerate each other's presence.

Rufus is also a mixed bag of being extremely charismatic, but pretty much only becomes so to woo people or get what he wants. In all other aspects of his life Rufus was domineering and stubborn with his beliefs and in his social life. He was and still is extremely piss poor at handling emotions and this includes his own. He could also be cold and ruthless when it came to pursuing his goals and was willing to do shitty things to get results.

Speaking of doing shitty things yes the man is a prolific womanizer, and every single relationship he has with the women in his life and his children is unique. He does frequent brothels and has done so since he was in his late teens. He courts heiresses to incorporate their houses into his territory or for purely political gain. Many of the children he has had may very not consider him a father at all simply because he's never been in their lives for whatever reason. At bare minimum he makes sure his mistresses and his bastards have at least a comfortable living situation, but that's about it. Rufus is obviously not incapable of loving people or considering his children family, he just doesn't a lot of the time while he never wishes ill upon them. There are a few instances where this was not the case and he was much closer to his mistresses and children, but they were honestly few and far between.

Since I mentioned his family other than Lambert and Dimitri it’s OC time. 

Rufus and Emyr

Darya Artemi was probably one of the few women Rufus ever truly fell and love with. He initially approached her in the same way he had heiresses in the past with just intentions of courting her along with her soon to be lands, but somewhere along the line he genuinely did fall for her. When Emyr was born and it was discovered he had a Major Crest Rufus jumped on the opportunity to make him the heir. They never did legally marry, but she was Duchess Consort in everything but legality. Darya was mostly fine with having an open relationship with Rufus as long as he was around for her and their children.

Rufus as a parent is just as domineering as in every other aspect of his life. He could be caring but extremely strict as well and pushed for perfection in everything Emyr did. He wanted his son to be the perfect heir for the province he was building, and be like him in many aspects. Emyr did love his father and wanted to live up to every expectation.

When Darya died, Rufus experienced one of the first major depressive episodes in his life. He pulled away from his children, threw himself into work and all of his vices, and became even harder on Emyr than he was previously. If her death wasn't enough, some of his mistresses felt an opportunity to get ahead and tried to fill the void or even remove Emyr on a few occasions. The houses never really leveled out again and both Emyr and Rufus clung to the perceived stability they had before Darya's death to their relationship's detriment. They never could come close to breaching those vulnerable waters.

When Emyr ran away with Katya, it came after years of strife between him and his father that did permanently damage their relationship. Rufus was devastated when he lost Emyr and Katya along with a good portion of his family. He grew even more depressed, lost control of the court entirely, and never could form anywhere close to a good relationship with his nephew. He lost a good number of relationships during the four years before his death in friends and family. He spent the last years of his life guilt ridden, dogged by horrible rumors, and trying to keep together a country which was begging to rip itself a part. 

For Emyr's part, he never did wish for his father to die in the way he did. In some ways he did love Rufus even after everything. Emyr is like his father in many ways and terrified of becoming him in many others. 

TL;DR: Rufus is complicated.

[saberhgen]

               . . .   on  the  other  hand,     i’m  so  soft  and  fluffy.

salem  saberhagen.      headcanon  based  with  influences  from  the  comics  and  original  tv  series.      multi - verse,   currently  under  development,   including  but  certainly  not  limited  to;      caos,    mcu,   doctor  who,    harry  potter  and   haunting  of  hill  house.     reimagined  by  robin   ( prev.  goose).

psa:     because  of  health  reasons,    my  memory  is  getting  worse.     if  you  message  and  i  forget  to  reply,    or  i  forget  to  draft  a  response  or  something,    or  if  you  soft  block  me  and  i  refollow,    i’m  sorry,   i  have  forgotten.     i’m  working  on  it.

temp  rules  under  the  cut:  

this blog is an independent & selective blog, working on a mutuals only basis. i do this for my own comfort and i promise it’s nothing personal! i get overwhelmed easily and find it far more calming this way.

i have no claim to any of the canon content present here, as salem is naturally based off canon that i have not created. i do not stick to a strict canon version of sabrina, be it the comics or the various show adaptations.  i draw inspiration from all,  but don’t stick to any specific version as gospel.   the psd is from poohsources.

however, all headcanons are my own and most of my characterisation is entirely based around my own interpretation of these canon works. please i am begging don’t steal them, because i’ve worked super hard on them and really tried to develop this lil kitty cat man into a well-rounded character. if you have any questions about characterisation, don’t hesitate to ask.

this is a place of love and trust. that means many things, but the main being that no hate will be tolerated of any form. i occasionally post some negativity as an outlet but it will be tagged. and in terms of inclusivity, all fandoms and ocs are accepted here and always will be!

as a warning, i love ships. i love them so much it’s sad. if you ship it, i ship it. if you think you might ship it, i probably already ship it. as long as it’s not morally questionable, i’m probably game. but i also adore familial and platonic things! they’re just as important to me.

as a side note, my name is robin (they/them) and i’m a little bean in their early twenties currently studying to be a music teacher. i have severe social anxiety and dyslexia. and to add to that, i had a stroke about eighteen months ago so my memory is absolutely shot. 

THIS IS IMPORTANT. if you soft block me and i follow again, please forgive me. i won’t have remembered following you in the first place. i started rping on tumblr to get my reading and writing skills back. so please bare with me!! love you guys :)

WIP  BIOGRAPHY 

a young and promising witch. dangerously so.  incredibly charming and smart to boot.  married young to an older woman who already had children,  thinking himself more mature than he was.

he left his first wife for a man far higher in the rankings.   a mistake,  as he didn’t truly love his new partner.   heart remained with first wife and her son,  who he still treated like his own.    salem left his fiance at the altar,  and knew he’d have to try another method for gaining more power.

by this point, salem had become a witch hellbent on taking over the world.  not because he thought he’d be better at controlling the populations than letting them do what they like,  but because he adored power and wanted to know what it was like to be entirely influential.  during this point,  he got a mortal pregnant, who he refused to marry.   though he adored his daughter, he never had much to do with her. 

his plot was spoilt, and all those who directly helped him also got turned into animals.   He was turned into a cat because his mother was deathly allergic,  and to deprive him of his family was as good a punishment than any. 

one of those followers was zelda spellman, who used to organise the refreshments for the meetings he held.  as such,  she was tasked to look after him every day he spent as a cat. 

he shouldn’t have powers,  but considering how talented he is,  there are loopholes he easily abuses. 

he can shift in and out of cat form whenever he likes, but its incredibly draining on his mind due to concentration.  he has spent a long time with the spellmans and sees sabrina as his daughter he finally got to raise rather than an annoyance to put up with. 

[parasite-core]

so! you wanted to talk about your ocs, yeah? hm, idk about them so can you give a little introduction about who they are and their likes or something like that? or at least about some of them? thanks! 🥰💞

Thank you! Sorry for the delay I wrote way too much then wrote less but still too much then I took medicine that knocked me out lol.

So I’m going to talk about Draven because he’s who I’m fixated on, but if you want me to jump to another OC just say the word and I’ll talk about someone else instead.

So my first attempt at answering got out of hand and was not a “little introduction” so I’ll tag you in a separate post with all that if you feel inclined to read it after seeing the ‘short’ answer lmao. Even this answer got long so you can imagine the other went very detailed.

Let’s start with the part that’s short, his likes and dislikes.

Likes: Cats, he grew up with a big blonde cat named Captain who only liked him and he’s loved cats ever since.

Leto, his surrogate brother.

His friends…begrudgingly sometimes.

Music, he’s a big music lover, especially violin music but really anything he can tell had real passion put behind it.

Makeup and generally making himself look beautiful: it offsets the scars a bit and people—including his enemies—already call him uncomfortably pretty so why not lean into it. Plus it makes him feel good when people call him pretty/beautiful. (He might be slowly having some gender self-revelations but Draven isn’t very insightful so it’s taking him a while)

Dislikes: Demons, demons, demons. Glabrezus (treachery demons), Succubi (you know), you get the point. He really hates demons. He doesn’t mind tieflings/ abyssal sorcerers/ other people who just happen to have demonic blood in them, so long as they don’t let it define them. Which is good for him since he recently discovered *he* has demonic blood in his bloodline so he’d have had a way worse breakdown if he’d been upset about the blood in general not just which specific demon it belonged it (Jerribeth, a Glabrezu, and likely the cause of his entire family’s deaths…so yeah, baggage)

Other things he hates…people telling him how he should feel about something. He’ll feel how he should feel in his own time and not a moment sooner.

Having people’s lives in his hands. He’s a commander of an army he has no choice in the matter but he hates it so much he wishes he could just be a front line grunt fighting demons and risking his own life not giving the order that might kill dozens or more of others if things go wrong or he miscalculated. He carries the weight of every person who has died under his command and take it very personally.

People insulting tieflings for their existence.

About: this still got long but less long than the first time.

Draven Imani is a warpriest of the goddess of righteous valor, justice, and honor, Iomedae. After his family was killed by demons when he was 8 and he was the sole survivor, he was saved by Iomedaen crusaders. After he was healed, except for a Mark of Deskari on his wrist that festers and remains open no matter what healing is applied, they had him bandage up and keep it secret, although vicious rumors already began spreading. He was taken in by an Iomedaen orphanage called the Light-Oath Orphanage. This is where he gained his faith, and his desire to follow in the footsteps of the crusaders who saved his life. This is also where he met his best friend and surrogate brother, the tiefling Leto, who he’s been inseparable from for 13 years.

The two of them made a group of 6 who all wanted to join the crusades for various reasons, and they set out for the Crusader hub city of Kenabres. Unfortunately when they were an hour out of the city, a demon slipped through the wardstone barrier. Draven sensed it first, the evil mark on his wrist burning and bleeding in response. It was too late to flee or warn the others, and one by one they fell. Draven lost his eye while trying to protect Leto, and doesn’t remember the rest of the fight from the shock and trauma. Next thing he remembers is waking up in a healer’s bed in a temple of Iomedae in Kenabres, Leto waiting for him, his other friends dead, and unable to see out of half his vision.

The for next year he retrained himself how to fight with his sword and shield with only one eye, relearning to judge distances and to mostly figure out his spacial awareness. However because everyone saw him as irreversibly damaged, he got relegated to the lowest, least prestigious, most mocked rank of the crusades: the Raven Corps. And there he rotted in guard duty and being degraded by both townsfolk and other crusaders, all of whom see the Raven Corps as the lowest of the low.

Then the Wardstone protecting the city was destroyed, the Stormking, one of Deskari’s generals, lead an attack on the city and began slaughtering everyone, and the party was swept underground by the silver dragon Paladin of Iomedae, Terendalev, who told them they had a destiny to fulfil.

And then Auriel Answerer, Draven’s friend and mentee from the Raven Corps died right next to him striking a fatal blow against a Baphomet cultist. And it turned out Auriel was supposed to be Iomedae’s Chosen One. So because Auriel vouched for Draven, now Draven is the one allowed to wield the Holy Sword Radiance—although Radiance themself seems begrudging of this.

Draven met his hero, Commander Irabeth Tirabade, a half-orc Paladin and former Raven Corps member who once saved the city and was promoted to commander of the prestigious Eagle Watch Legion in recognition. Irabeth immediately gave Draven a field promotion to acting captain of the Raven Corps for recent events. No pressure or anything.

We destroyed the final wardstone shard that Deskari cultists were trying to corrupt into a weapon, via our archer Hiskaria avoiding a boss battle while the party fought her and kept her distracted by being bigger threats until it was too late. Then Hisy jabbed the stone with the rod of cancellation and it broke and destroyed her and two of her minions. And a single shard hit each of us after we had a vision of what had meant to happen—of the doomed world we weren’t meant to save—and how our actions had literally broken fate. Afterwards in reality the Wardstone shards sank into us and bequeathed new powers to each of us.

The night after becoming Mythic Draven met Iomedae in our dreams and received a number of really helpful boons from her. So Draven was in awe there. And learned from meeting the warrior goddess that maybe he should be less self deprecating about his own facial scars.

Since then he met the Queen of Mendev, got promoted to Commander of his own legion (The Adamant Shield Legion) with Irabeth friggin Tirabade as his mentor and advisor, they liberated an impenetrable citadel in two days, found out Leto was now working with the cult of Baphomet for unknown reasons, but he promised Draven that he wouldn’t let them hurt him. It turned out he’d been acting strangely since meeting a Glabrezu on the battlefield, and when Draven tried to ask over sending Leto only told him that “wishes come true at the most unexpected times”.

Since then. Dray’s learned that the mark on his wrist means he also made a wish to a Glabrezu, that he doesn’t remember because he was a traumatized child who was just tortured and saw his family killed when he got his mark. And not just any Glabrezu—Lady Jerribeth, the original architect of Drezen’s fall, and very likely the cause of his family’s deaths. And not only that, but Jerribeth’s blood runs through his veins, from within the last few generations of his family. So the Crusader, the demon slayer, who fights demons but embraces tieflings, is struggling to put his money where his mouth is when it’s his own blood touched by a demon’s influence. Also killing another mark bearer places a new mark of Deskari onto him, so he has a new one on his neck now from killing a raider half-fiend berserker who also shared Jerribeth’s blood and mark. He’s scared of the implications.

And that’s Draven so far.

[emersonfreepress]

okay so is there content that you had planned for the ROs and story in general but then scrapped cause there wasn’t a good place in the story to stick it in? and if so, can you share what it was? 👀 👀 👀

yes, definitely. *rubs hands together* oh man, you done asked THE question today xD I can't wait to get into this 😁

Academics. I almost decided to have classes and grades be a minor part of gameplay, but the more time I spent designing it the more I realized I wanted nothing to do with it 😂 I haven’t really enjoyed academic gameplay in other interactive fiction because I 1) hate having to choose between studying and interacting with awesome characters, 2) have terrible short term memory, and 3) hate school in general!! So instead I just opted to have the MC be really good at school, point blank period so I could focus on social drama and relationships instead! 😆

Physical skills. I spent literal months crafting the catering scene around setting up stats for stamina/endurance, dexterity, and strength instead of just magnetism, confidence, and persuasion. They had their own backstories with the MC’s parents being overly invested sports parents instead and I think the background choices were like... martial arts, gymnastics, and track? But yeah, I ended up scrapping it all because I was spending hours on research about those individual sports so I could integrate them into the MC’s narrative organically but like... when I tried to think of what use they would be in the actual story, I came up blank. Best decision yet, esp since it means a lot less coding!

Skin tone customization. For one, I noticed that a lot of my favorite IFs don’t offer that customization and it hasn’t impacted my experience at all. For two, I originally realized I might as well not implement it since I am striving real hard not to introduce any customization that won’t actually be mentioned in interesting or meaningful ways in-story. I don’t think it’s really all that common for real life friends (esp in high school?) to comment or compliment each other’s skin and like... when it comes from someone who doesn’t share a similar complexion or ethnic background, that type of commentary gets... d i c e y. So then I wanted to be sensitive to that but what’s the pay-off? An RO mentioning how they love your skin tone once? Awkward sentences with the MC referring to their own skin color? Idk, just wasn’t vibing with it. I’m open to revisiting it in beta or something but for now it’s scrapped.

Singing, Rapping, and Gaming as Hobbies/Talents. I feel bad about scrapping these, honestly 😂 They’re great and I really wanted to incorporate them but it just came down to already having a lot of stuff to code. Plus, I know I can write the Hobbies/Talents I stuck with far better. And for Book 2 purposes, as well!

Leo. as @sourandflightypeaches ​​ asked me about a long while ago, I had to scrap an entire RO 😢 His name is Leo, he was the nephew of wealthy west African diplomats residing in Emerson, and I love him dearly! His backstory was largely based on my mother’s childhood and the circumstances she lived through after immigrating to America. and... ok, i’m about to go on one hell of a tangent so buckle up and bear with me if you can 😅

my intention with this story, aside from writing things that I personally enjoy (graphic violence, spooky woods, social drama, romance, conspiracies 😚), is to explore greed, wealth, and how the ways people and families interact with those two things influence young people and who they grow up to be. here i go sounding pretentious af 😝 and here’s where I apply a cut for those who want to preserve a little mystery to the main characters!

With Gabe, we’ve got someone who grew up with very little stability or financial security but who has found unscrupulous methods to gain status and money, with both noble and selfish motivations.

Kile has some of that childhood experience in common with Gabe, having been in the foster care system since infancy, but they lucked out when they were adopted into massive wealth by a caring, loving couple—a couple that uses their wealth and privilege to be far more lenient and protective of Kile than is actually reasonable or responsible.

Jack comes from a prestigious wealthy family on his dad’s side who he loves dearly but there’s no getting around the fact that they love him back as much as they despise his working class mom.

Jessie is a spoiled sweet heiress (being the baby of her family and the only girl) and while she lives blissfully ignorant of the harmful source and impact of her father's income and career, she bears the weight of the expectation to fulfill very traditional gender roles, including her behavior and appearance, but also extending to her career and life plans.

Rain's wealth led to them growing up sheltered and isolated but also extremely accommodated, giving them maximum freedom and opportunity to discover and develop their personal talents and interests. However, they have almost no positive relationship with their parents who have essentially decided to give up on a kid that couldn't be exactly the accessory they tried to mold them to be—both in terms of their identity and personality.

Rupan/Rohan, at their very core, rejects everything about conformity, self-importance, and excessive luxury—which means they have never, ever truly fit in with their peers. Going full non-conformist, however, has resulted in them becoming alienated from much of their family, as well, despite them all loving each other very much. Their history with false friends and betrayals has led them to over-indulge in their vices and reckless behavior to compensate for that isolation. Sometimes, they just get in over their head and many times, they know better. Every time, it's just that the feeling of finally belonging is utterly intoxicating.

Vivian/Vincent has two extremely successful parents who didn't inherit but instead built up their wealth and they aspire to be just like them, to a degree that is well and truly unhealthy. Their mother specifically is an over-achiever and applies mountainous pressure for them to follow in her footsteps, especially academically. Vi is completely capable of achieving what their mom expects of them, but they were already an extremely sensitive perfectionist so this has made them intensely critical of themself. This is a large part of why they are such a rigid, no-nonsense person and that in turn has made them one of the most disliked people among their peers—which is a huge personal failure to them since their father is a very well-liked and socially successful person in town.

And the Emersons are peak privilege: inherent high social status, brains, looks, charisma, athleticism, and massive wealth. They could never have been anything less than extremely popular, just by virtue of their last name and the nature of the town's social dynamics and politics. And they do enjoy that privilege (esp Curt lol). However, it should go without saying that being so high profile, even (or maybe especially) just in the isolated scope of your hometown, isn't always a boon. Their family's and their own perceived failings are widely discussed and privately mocked and/or celebrated. Real friends are scarce while fake ones and snakes are plentiful. Plus their dad is a gigantic dickhead who sees his kids as extensions of his own status and reputation and not much else. Public shortcomings make for an unbearable time at home and the world outside the estate is at once overly accommodating, full of assumptions, and even subtly hostile at times—all unrelated to their own actions or character.

And with the MC, I think the narrative will make it clear there are several ways that story can go. You start off with irresponsible parents that have lost their wealth due to their own mismanagement and material ambitions—how that affects any individual MC should differ based on choices and consequences!

So why bring any of that up when I was supposed to be talking about my cut OC? 😂😂

Leo was going to be the unwelcome recent addition to his uncle’s household, the son of a brother his aunt hates for (petty af) Reasons, and she took that resentment out on him directly by restricting his access to nearly every aspect of the family's wealth. Especially material goods and living conditions. He was basically treated like the help, tasked with playing nanny for his many younger cousins and burdened with doing the homework and providing academic cover for his dumb as rocks cousin in the same grade as you all. To sum it up, he was basically a victim of trafficking at the hands of his own family with his uncle out of town enough to feign ignorance to how bad his wife was treating his nephew and his aunt going out of her way to keep him busy, at home, and isolated. This is sadly a super common form of trafficking in Francophone African cultures (although I don't think most people view it as trafficking. and I’m sure the same is true of other cultures but I don’t want to speak outside of my purview). And like I mentioned above, it’s how my own mom's (and idek how many cousins') child/teenhood went.

It’s a perspective on modern wealth, privilege and greed that I really, really wanted to tell. I am confident in saying it hasn't been explored in interactive fiction yet (though correct me—and direct me 👀—if I'm wrong) and out of all the wealth/greed explorations I came up with, it's the one I have the closest personal ties to and the strongest feelings about. The characters and plans I had for it were detailed and I'm proud of them but at the end of the day... I just couldn't find a place for Leo in the story at large.

Leo was, in fact, the last main character I came up with, when I had already designed and fleshed out the larger story and started crafting the timeline of major events. I think the worst thing I could have done for a story and perspective that I care about this much is shove it into a plot that didn't have room for it at the very base level, regardless of how well the character or his story is written. Shoe-horned characters always stick out. I didn’t want to disservice Leo by having him be the character that did nothing or could be removed from the main plot without affecting it at all, y’know? That’s so much worse than just forgoing the indulgence, imo :((

ugh.... Leooooo 😭 I'm so sorry bb, I failed youuu 😥

[arrthurpendragon]

Hiii! I'm an English education grad and I seriously love your blog so far 🥰🥰🥰. I was wondering if you had any advice with getting your OC works noticed on fic sites or on Tumblr? Also, I'm fairly new to writing fanfics so any advice about how to be an effective writer would be helpful.

First, congrats on being an education grad. I'm very flattered you love my blog.

As far advice goes - the first thing is patience. It takes a long time to build something especially with OC fanfiction. I started writing fanfiction in 2009 (yeah - I'm old haha) I wasn't getting a whole lot of traction, so I joined Tumblr in 2014 - it took me several years to start gaining traction and to get over 100 followers. Now, it's 2021 and I have about 3.3k followers. (I'm not saying that as a bragging point - just to let you know where I'm coming from with the advice bit)

I'll let you know what has worked for me - it doesn't mean that it works for everyone.

First - find your people. There are SO many people in the OC community. It's a bit like high school in the fact that there are so many different groups (and there can be drama *insert eyeroll*) BUT it takes time to find which people are "your" people - especially in a place so vast as Tumblr.

So, how do you get to know your people? Well, do what you did with me - follow random OC blogs. Like their stuff. Reblog their stuff (they'll definitely love you haha) Send them asks. Chat with them - but make sure if you gush about your OCs, ask them about theirs.

Will everyone reciprocate? No. Not at all. I've made edits and sent asks for so many people, I've lost count. But being nice and positive says more about you. Eventually, through the process, you'll find your people. You'll find some awesome people. Again, not everyone in the OC community is going to be your best friend, but it doesn't hurt to be kind and respectful to all.

Now, how about those fics? Well, once you've found your niche - you'll find the people willing to read your fics. BUT you can find people through your fic. So every time you update, make a post! I'd include #ocappreciation, #ocapp, #allaboutocs - and whatnot. For sure include me - I'll reblog chapter updates for right now, because things are kinda difficult for me right now.

TAGLISTS. TAGLISTS! TAGLISTS!!!! I'm a firm believer of taglists (when they actually work) My notes are vastly different for example. Here's a post without using a taglist. (7 notes - not terrible. But considering I have 3.3k followers, not what one would expect) Here's a post where I used a taglist (43 notes. Pretty good for me - but compared to other blogs my size it's abysmal. haha)

If you're a patient sort of person, writing as much in advance as you can before posting so you have a regular update schedule is one way to update. I've given up hope on that and I just update anything when I can. Either is fine. If someone likes your story, they'll read it regardless.

Don't be afraid to reblog your stuff on Tumblr. Not everyone is on Tumblr at the same time. I have friends I've met through Tumblr all over the world and all over my country. Sadly, they can't all be on Tumblr at the exact same time as me.

...I've lost my train of thought now. (Kitties distracted me and with my grief, I have no idea where I was going with this) BUT this should be a decent enough start for now.

Give it a try. The worst that can happen is it doesn't work and you have to forge your own way. :)