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mybadlywrittenstories · 8 months ago

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Enchanted to meet you (Paul Lahote X OC)

“Shhh.” Amelia shushed her little sister Evelyn as she tip-toed down the staircase leading to the foyer. Both girls stopped before the last step, hiding behind the wall which separated them from their expected guest—well their parents expected guests.

Amelia and Evelyn were the two daughters of head of the north American coven. Well, their mother was head of the coven, their father was Fae; a simple mythical creature known mainly for their connection with nature and healing magic. It was common for Fae and witches to mingle amongst one another, as witches channeled the powers of nature for their spells and potions; much like the Fae. Procreation between the two species was a special rarity, most Fae never made romantic or sexual connections as there was no real need. You see, Fae is not made through conventional means.

If you’ve ever been out in nature, in a secluded spot where it almost seems untouched by humanity, you feel the sudden sense of calmness rushing over you. The sun seems to illuminate the world around you in a blanket of warmth and bliss, and it feels as if in that moment everything is perfect; that means a Fae was probably just born near you. The Fae believes that mother nature carefully crafts each and every Fae, their bodies created from the earth itself, and then she releases them to live their lives and protect her earth. Other species have different theories on how the Fae came to be, but no one can say with complete certainty.

This seeming species wide asexuality is why it causes everyone a shock when a Fae bares a child physically, and to do so with not only a witch but one of the most powerful witches in existence? The leader of the North American Coven? Now that creates two very interesting girls.

Amelia Boleyn is an 18-year-old halfling, those halves being part witch and Fae. She stands on the shorter side, just under 5’3—however if anyone ever called her anything less than 5’3 she’d make sure to put them in their place. She cropped her hair just above her shoulders with some rusty kitchen scissors during a slightly tipsy night she shared with her sister. Her skin was naturally on the tanner side, resembling her father’s coloring of curly dark hair and tan skin, more so than her mother’s red hair, pale skin, and green eyes. She came into her powers when she was 13 years of age, although she showed much promise with her witchcraft already being a fourth level spell caster. She much preferred dabbling in the simple powers of her father, a stereotypical daddy’s girl. She would much rather go out into the woods, lay in a field, and connect with nature rather than sit at home and stare at old grimoires.

Her sister Evelyn, however, is the opposite. She is 16 and also a halfling, her skin only a shade or two darker than her mothers, she also had her mother’s straight auburn hair and sparkling green eyes. She was also one who could spend hours sitting in her room, reading her ancestors grimoires and attempting to learn to cast new and more advanced spells, already dabbling the same level as her older sisters, but severely struggling with any Fae related magic.

The two girls are very possibly going to become two of the strongest women alive, and here they were huddled together behind a flimsy wooden wall, straining to eavesdrop on their parents’ conversation. Amelia and Evelyn both shared worried looks as they heard multiple heavy footsteps walking into the house. Their father Aeon had told them of the recent killings of magic folk in the area, forbidding them from going out alone even for the most insignificant of tasks. Whoever was responsible for the killings was targeting young adults and teens, and although they have yet to kill a Fae child or witch child, the matter needed to be dealt with.

As far as anyone could tell, going off the bodies of the victims, the killer was a vampire. Incredibly fast, and efficient killers, but not known to go after other supernatural’s. Something was brewing, and Jenny and Aeon Boleyn had made the decision to call in the only supernatural’s who were properly equipped to deal with a vampire, wolf shifters.

Amelia and Evelyn were fascinated when their father explained who was coming, and why they had to keep their distance. The northwestern shifters were notorious for being big, burly brutes with wicked tempers. Tales of the smallest disagreement turning into massive fights involving clashing canines spread like wildfire when they seemingly reappeared a few years back after being presumed extinct. To the girls, however, this made them a group of very fascinating subjects to poke and prod at—youthful stupidity mixed with curiosity.

Amelia leaned closer to the edge of doorway as she heard a somehow quiet, yet booming voice start to speak. “Aeon it’s been too long.” A small pause filled with the sound of scuffing shoes and a door closing, “I only wish this meeting was under better circumstances.” The same voice spoke again, sounding sympathetic.

“It’s so nice to see you, Sam.” Their mother’s sweet voice greeted, “It’s so nice to see all of you. Though, I do see a few new faces. Please everyone come inside and sit down I’m sure your journey has been very tiring.” Multiple deep voices muttered hellos, and then heavy footsteps followed the woman into the small living room.

Most of the men opted to sit on the grown, allowing Sam their pack alpha to sit on the couch with Jen and Aeon. They all trusted Sam when he said the couple could be trusted, perhaps it was the wolf in them that made them skeptical of the unknown but regardless of the reason, no one but Sam wanted to be too close to the two.

The two girls waited on the stairs for a few minutes, trying to strain and hear what was being said, but all they could pick up on was the low mumbling of conversation. “You think we should try to get closer?” Evelyn whispered into her older sister’s ear, her heart thrumming quickly with excitement.

Amelia considered for a moment, weighing if the risk of getting caught was worth satiating her curiosity, in the end the latter won. “Yes, but don’t make any noise. I so do not want to hear the lecture from mom and dad if they catch us snooping.”

Unbeknownst to the pair, the shifters had exceptional hearing and all of them had picked up on the quiet encounter a few yards away. Sam simply ignored the two girls, seeing no real threat in them eavesdropping, Quill, Embry, Seth, Collin, Brady, and Paul all shared sly smirks to one another—not so subtly glancing at the small door way as gentle and slow footstep inched forward.

“You should take a peek—see what they look like! “Evelyn urged faintly, Nudging her sister with her arm. “Why me? So, I’m the one who gets caught?” Amelia shot a pointed glare towards her younger, yet taller sister. “Yes! Now look, Mom said werewolves were usually all ruggedly handsome! Maybe the same applies for shifters.” Evelyn had a wicked smirk on her mouth as she envisioned a group of big burly men fresh for the pickings waiting in her living room—those teenage hormones surging through her body at the prospect.

“That’s gross, Eve.” Amelia sighed, rolling her eyes, “But I’ll do it… not because you said they were hot though.” The two sisters shared a mischievous look together, before Amelia crouched down to knee level and carefully leaned past the doorway, bracing herself on the wall so as not to fall and peering into the living room.

A not so silent profanity left her lips as her eyes met six other pairs of eyes looking directly back at her. In her shock her grip slipped on the door frame, and she tumbled into full view of everyone—including her parents. Evelyn silently died of laughter still hidden behind the wall, before quickly making her escape back up the stairs, abandoning her sister to the wolves.

“Uh—Hi!” Amelia chirper, looking around at the men in her living room, very purposely not making eye contact with her parents. “I just… uhm” Evelyn quickly looked around the floor around her, a somewhat stupid plan popping her head, but hell it was her only idea. She reached forward and grabbed a lost pen from the floor and held it up swinging it in the air. “Was just lookin for this!” As her eyes travelled back up to the unknown men, the pen almost fell from her hands.

Amelia thought it was just due to the surprise of meeting eyes with—in her opinion—the most attractive man in the room. Paul, however, felt as if he was cemented in his place, sitting on an old Abrash rug in a run-down but quaint little cottage, looking into a pair of beautiful dark eyes. A gentle click in his brain, and he knew what this feeling was, this feeling as if he had just taken off a filter from his eyes and he was finally seeing clearly. Her confused face tempting him to come closer, and to never leave. His imprint.

Everyone but Amelia could feel the shift in the air, Jen Boleyn silently screaming in her head as it dawned on her. Her precious eldest daughter being imprinted upon by a shifter? A breed who was made to kill and slaughter their enemies without a moment of remorse, she opened her mouth to speak but no words would leave her lips.

Amelia looked around at all the shocked and speechless faces, assuming this was caused solely by her interruption, her face reddened, and she quickly stood up, ignoring the slight ache in her hips where she landed. “I’m just going to go, it was nice—uh—meeting all of you!” She smiled before quickly making her exit and running up the stairs.

Amelia threw herself into her room and hopped up onto her bed. She knew she was in for it but she silently prayed to mother nature that her parents wouldn’t be too pissed about the interruption—a pointless prayer and she knew it. Remaining under her covers she shimmied off her jeans and bra and turned over towards her window. Listening to the now significantly louder voices downstairs speak and watching the pale blue clouds pass by the full moon outside. She laid there for what felt like hours, but in reality, was only thirty minutes, waiting for her parents’ lecture to come—but it never did. Instead, she was slowly lulled into one of the deepest slumbers she had in a very long time, strangely plagued by the sight of those deep brown eyes of one of the very handsome but strange young man.

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baby-chirp · 2 years ago

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Context for both of these:

First play was in Coven TT a few weeks ago and I named myself "Qin Yi" in game for that game after Qin Yi from Shining Nikki and I got Coven Leader and I wanted to try getting majority early on because we had TT Vigi so against the whole wishes of the rest of my team I witched the TT into the Tracker claim and while Dusa ragequit D2 and Necro got hung D2 and me, TT, and the Poisoner were ALL outted as evil, I managed to be loud enough to make sure town did not vote up either the Poisoner or TT Vigi and got my faction to win when it was probably not deserved (especially since I had no claim) and both Town and Coven hated my strategy that game for understandable reasons.

Second play I went with the name "baby chirp" (one of my regular in game names in ToS) for that game and I got TT Investigator in Classic TT back in 2021 and the GF 8athat game suggested I claim TP so I went with a Doctor claim and went on the Jailor to get "confirmed" by the Lookout. There were two other Investigators that game and I was checked by one of them on Night 1 and they asked me for my role and will, which I gave them, and as a result I got pushed but ultimately the Witch got hung that day even tho they left when they got put up the stand. The Jailor proceeded to not jail me but instead jail and execute the Investigator who called me out as fake and even though I was somewhat outted as fake, I still managed to sheep the Jailor and the Lookout for most of the game, though the Veteran wanted me hung. I mean, I was the only "confirmed" TP claim because the actual Doctors were not on Jailor (one was a racist spammer and thrower who did absolutely nothing but be racist and spam (that person obviously got reported and banned), the other was one of those non-meta players who does not go on the Jailor at all and both got hung before I did oddly enough). I only lost that game because I did not Veticide and the Vet was actively pushing me to get hung along with the Invest that checked me early on.

And oddly enough, I did not get reported for throwing in either one of these games even though it could arguably have been warranted.

So, if you had to choose which play was more of a Mad Man big brain play, which one would you choose and why?

#town of salem #polls #poll #no i do not do super big brain plays like these two all that often #town traitor #tos town traitor

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vailimia · 1 year ago

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Time for another rambling post about my OCs, I'll be focusing on names and name origins this time.

Let's start with Trace, since his full name (Trace Reshira Emerald) has three separate name origins, and also his name is probably the one I've put the most thought into.

Trace is a gardevoir, so I decided that his first name would just be the ability he has (it helps that Trace is also an actual name in real life, while Synchronize and Telepathy aren't, though I probably could've shortened them to Synchro or Telly).

Trace's last name (Emerald) actually comes from a scrapped idea for a Fire Emblem romhack I had (which I scrapped once I realized that I'm not that interested in Fire Emblem) which included a gardevoir named Emerald (I was going to have a theme where all recruitable units are named after minerals).

Trace's middle name (Reshira) comes from the legendary pokémon Reshiram, just without the last letter.

The world that Trace came from largely follows the events of the main-line Pokémon games, specifically following White and White 2 for gen V which means Reshiram was caught by King N of Team Plasma.

Why Trace's middle name is based on the legendary white dragon's name is because of part of Trace's backstory, which I'm not ready to reveal yet.

As for how Trace got those names in-universe, the main difference is who gave them to him.

Trace's first and last names were given by his in-universe master, just at different times.

Trace decided on his middle name himself as a way to remember what happened in the past.

The in-universe origin for Trace's last name is basically just his hair color, by the way.

Lets talk about a different character now, actually two characters (Rose and Elion).

Rose and Elion are both named after flowers (roses and dandelions, which were coincidentally the first two flowers added to Minecraft), this name origin holds up both in-universe, and out-of-universe, with the only difference being who gave them the names.

Elion's crossdressing name (Ciel) was chosen because I was a fan of Town of Salem at the time and Ciel sounds kinda like CL (abbreviation for Coven Leader) and I wanted another of my OCs (also a ToS fan) to mishear the name as CL.

The reason I knew about the name Ciel was because one of the characters in Super Mario Bros. Crossover is named Cecil (I think from one of the Final Fantasy games), and it had been a while since I'd played SMBC so I didn't remember Cecil's name correctly.

Rose and Elion are sisters, so they (at least used to) share the same last name.

Their last name was Majika, based on the English word "magic", because they're both mages, but I eventually decided against using it.

I knew more about the characters' backstories at this point, so I knew that Rose and Elion would have different last names from each other.

Elion's last name is Arcana, basically the same as her old last name but based on the word "arcane" instead of "magic".

Rose's last name is Purpura, which is the Latin word for purple, and was canonically taken from Rose's girlfriend, who's a succubus named Promiscuity.

Since Promiscuity has such a long name, she also has a nickname of Misca, which comes from the second syllable of her first name.

Misca's last name comes from the fact that her hair color and most of her clothing is purple (also her favorite color is purple).

As for how Rose and Misca met and how a succubus is able to have a romantic relationship, that would fit better in a backstory/worldbuilding post.

And now it's speedrunning time, because most of my OCs don't have that much thought put into their names.

Melody is named after the protagonist of Melody's Escape, because I thought the name sounded nice (and because Melody and Medusa both start with M), and not because the two characters have anything to do with one another.

Whitney was named after Gym Leader Whitney from Pokémon Gold/Silver/Crystal, and her last name (Rubia) comes from the same flower that Gym Leader Whitney's Japanese name (Akane) comes from.

Iris also shares the name of a Pokémon Gym Leader, but this time it's a coincidence as my OC Iris was named after part of an eye.

My OC Iris's last name (Visrete) is a combination of the English word "vision" and the Latin word "rete" (which means "net", I honestly forget why I picked it, it's been a while).

Malaise was named after a negative feeling that I know about because a Terraria yoyo was also named after it, and her last name (Apoca) is a shortened version of the word Apocalypse from the Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse (specifically Death, as Malaise is a reaper).

Azalea is named after a type of plant that I know of from Minecraft, but it's specifically a plant not native to her home for lore reasons.

Natsu, Haru, Fuyu, and Aki are all named after Japanese words for seasons, and they were canonically named after the seasons they were born in (apart from Fuyu who was born in the summertime).

Annabelle and Clair are names that I don't have specific reasons for giving my OCs other than thinking the names sound nice.

#my ocs #tw death mention #rambling

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