#helbram x oc

[overlyimmersed]

A little sticky note drawing of Helbram and Maranwe :)

This is like the second drawing ever of them together, cuz Maranwe is kinda hard for me lately, but it's getting better. Her wing veins aren't quite right...it's fine.

[cupidthewriter]

Incorrect Quotes Again (nnt stuff including a little gloxinia x oc )

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gloxinia: Bonjour, drole. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi? drole: No, I don't want to sleep with you. gloxinia: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.

drole: I like your top, gloxinia! Sage: I have a name, you know. gloxinia: sighs Why. Why are you like this.

elizabeth: You know, gloxinia gives drole flowers everyday, I wish you'd do that too. meliodas: Okay. Later meliodas: gives drole flowers drole: ??? meliodas: I don't know, I'm confused as well.

meliodas: I sleep with a gun under my pillow. elizabeth: I sleep with a knife. zeldris: Both of you are pathetic. meliodas: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with? zeldris: gelda.

zeldris: That's ridiculous, gelda doesn't have a crush on me. meliodas: Yes they do. elizabeth: Yes they do. gelda: Yes I do.

Gelda: zeldris and I are no longer dating. zeldris: Gelda, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

king: How do I ask someone out? dahlia: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two. king: No! helbram: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car. king: Stop! gloxinia: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream. king: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.

[kaeyankat]

What I'll write for

Oneshots, headcanons (All x reader, no ocs or canon x canon)

Some au's or themes I'm good with: Yandere, poly, love triangle, celebrity, monster au, etc. Themes I WILL NOT WRITE FOR ANY CHARACTER: Angst (Death of character or reader included), cheating, r^pe, abuse, certain Kinks (Non-con, bathroom kinks, extreme pain, etc)

In mature posts, all underage characters are AGED UP past 18.

Seven Deadly Sins

Meliodas, Ban, King, Gowther, Howser, Gilthunder, Griamore, Slader, Arthur, Helbram, Gloxinia, Zeldris, Estarossa, Monspeet

One Piece

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Ace, Akainu, Smoker, Coby, Mihawk, Doflamingo, Shanks, Benn Beckman, Marco, Kid, Killer, Law, Buggy, Crocodile, Cracker, Katakuri, Bartolomeo

Fairy Tail

Natsu, Gray, Gajeel, Loke, Laxus, Bickslow, Freed, Elfman, Lyon, Hibiki, Ren, Eve, Bacchus, Sting, Rogue, Orga, Rufus, Jellal, Midnight/Macbeth, Erik/Cobra, Zancrow, Mard Geer, Jackal, Zeref, Acnologia, Larcade

Vampire Knight

Kaname, Zero, Ichiru, Akatsuki,Hanabusa, Senri, Takuma

My Hero Academia

All Might, Aizawa, Present Mic, Vlad King, Aoyama, Iida, Ojiro, Kaminari, Kirishima, Shoji, Sero, Tokoyami, Bakugo, Monoma, Mirio, Tamaki, Shinso, Enji, Keigo, Fat Gum, Shigaraki, Dabi, Twice, Kurogiri, Mr. Compress, Overhaul

Hunter x Hunter

Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Illumi, Pokkle, Silva, Chrollo, Nobunaga, Feitan, Phinks, Shalnark, Uvogin, Wing

Potentially Others, Ask. But these are the main characters. I do not do Females.

[mertylmylove]

Masterlist💙💧🐳🌊💧🐟

4koa/sds works.💙🐟💧

Mertyl Headcanons💧🐟💙🌊🐬🐳

Nasiens and Mertyl headcanons🤎💙

Nasiens Headcanons🧡🤎🍁(Request)

Helbram birthday headcanons💛🏵

Kiane siblings headcanons💕(part 1)💗💌🌺🌸🧁🍡

Kiane siblings headcanons⚘💐🌾🌷🌾💟💋💞(part2)

Nasiens x Percival headcanons🤎💚

Record of ragnarok works💜🫐🌌🌂

Work incoming soon...

One piece works🧡🧡🍁🍁🏵🏵🍊

Work incoming soon....

Other Anime/manga💗💓🌺🌹🌸🍨💌💋

Work incoming soon....

Nsfw works🍎🌶🍅🍒🍓❤❤🥵🔞(Minors dni)

Bottom! Mertyl headcanons+NSFW Alphabet 🍎🍅🍒🥀🍓🌶.(Request)

Writing/art trades✅💚💚🐸🐊🦚🐍🐲🐢🐛🌳🌲🪴🍀

Work incoming soon....

Oc x canon works💭💬🤍🤍🐑🐏🐻‍❄️🐰🐇

Work incoming soon....

Poly Reltionship works❤🧡💚💙💜💗

Work incoming soon....

Angst stories works❤🧡💛

Work incoming soon....

[zeldristhickass]

Some art of my OC Helbram (Diane X King child) It's not the best, since I'm still learning how to draw anatomy...but here's some crack. It's more of a sketch so please mind the messiness. Lol. Normally I can draw better than this, but I got lazy.

[contrariancy]

liner notes for ‘reach’.

So, uh. When I write, whatever I write, I always keep a separate “notes” file with things like general plot points, timelines, stuff I’m debating putting in, cut things, and deleted/rewritten bits. And needless to say, the notes for reach got a little, well, long.

Some of the cut stuff I’m actually repurposing for an upcoming series (tentatively titled ‘iƒ’, based on branching points in ‘reach’), but even when I remove that, it’s a lot. So I figured I’d just dump them here and hopefully someone will find them interesting or what have you.

➤  this fic was how I coped with chapter 295; chapter 1 was written almost in its entirety before 296 came out. I acted cool on tumblr and twitter, but I was absolutely sweating bullets and fully prepared to write bizarre fix-it fic because I wanted it. After 296, I lost some steam, but I had a couple friends tell me they really liked the first chapter and thought it was a good concept. I’ve done enough "lost scene" fics that I wanted to try a new challenge and see if I could create an engaging AU fanfic.

Here is exactly what spawned this:

➤   there were a few rules I created for myself before I got started. The first one was that I couldn’t post anything until the fic was mostly done and once I started posting, that was a commitment to finish it. The second was minimal to no OCs — I had to bend this later with Bathin, but I compromised by making his power fear-based and having him take other forms.

The third rule was that any character introduced had to have some sort of role to play; they couldn’t be there just to "be there" and exist to boost up other characters. Zeal was the only character in it out of necessity, as Guila would have been written entirely differently if she didn’t have her brother with her. Even then, I tried to give him something that wasn’t "[X] in distress." I think the character that came closest to being that was Hendrickson, honestly.

➤ originally, Hendrickson was going to have a phone that he talked to and would have run into Dreyfus while exploring the city. I opted against this because I didn’t want to write any OCs in this and a phone counts. Also, it would be ten times more interesting to have him bounce off of Dreyfus instead of some phone that the reader does not care about. It was also important to me that Dreyfus get introduced as soon as possible, especially in a fic like this where the reader is being asked to accept something different from the top.

➤   Jericho and Howzer were not in the initial draft notes. Then I came up with the pair concept early on (after realizing there was a pattern with Guila-Zeal and Hendrickson-Dreyfus and I could play with that for the eventual Merlin reveal). Fraudrin was an actual character briefly before I decided that Fraudrin as a villain was kind of a tired thing; if I was going to write for him at this point, I would want to explore more of the shades of gray with his character, and this fic would not give me the time or leeway for that. So Howzer became Gil’s paired partner instead, also because I just wanted to write Howzer. Jericho offered the most opportunity for writing things, and I wanted to play her off of Hendrickson and Dreyfus.

➤   Merlin was always going to be the deus ex machina. Merlin was always a factor and always the only Sin I was going to put in. The only thing that changed is she went from sweeping in and completely taking out Bathin and Fixing Everything Ever to coming in for the assist at the end with her OP skills.

➤   Helbram is only in it because he was the first dead character I thought of as a potential partner for Zaratras. I wrote the first half of interlude 1 before anything else and I loved the odd couple pairing, so he stayed and became kind of essential. He’s also very fun to write for and I thought he would be an interesting contrast to the others.

➤   Bathin was going to originally be a straight up Fraudrin clone and just the entity Bathin using Fraudrin’s guise as a persona or whatever. Again, I decided Fraudrin as a villain was a tired thing at this point and having the villain just be Fraudrin again was a bit of a cop out, even if I really didn’t want to write any type of OC. Bathin is like Envy from Fullmetal Alchemist, later complete with Velvet Crowe from Berseria’s arm (which is. also Meliodas and Derieri and I went "oops oh well"). I liked the mental image of Margaret beating everyone up too, so that’s why that happened. It’s also because they’re the two figures in Hendrickson’s life that get possessed and Bathin poses as both of them.

Bathin was meant to be cruel but fun, like an animal that plays with its food. His downfall is his hubris! He thinks he’s on top — and it’s his world, why wouldn’t he think that? — so he doesn’t see anyone as a real threat. The unknown terrifies him though, and that’s why he was tearing his hair out over the 'interloper.' 

➤   ftr, Bathin is one of the many demons referenced in the Lesser Key of Solomon. I’d originally considered something else and even looked into a lot of Arthurian lore, but since Nakaba mines those for canon and I didn’t want to risk any overlap, I swerved in a different direction all together. 

➤   epilogue 1.0 is hot garbage, I started writing this before 296 came out and it was built on assumptions that thankfully turned out not to be true. I trashed it quickly and I like 2.0 much, much better. It’s embarrassingly bad though and this is why you edit, okay. Also, it focused solely on Hendrickson and Dreyfus when the fic did become an ensemble piece and therefore, the other characters deserved to get closure. Some of the sentence structure and imagery got cannibalized for the very last part of the new epilogue, though.

➤   most of the chapter titles stayed the same from the beginning; only chapter 5’s changed. It was originally "in which a good boy questions a demon’s fashion choices" which was a reference to Howzer switching sides and Bathin-as-Fraudrin stuff. Bathin shifted to chapter 6 entirely though, so it became less relevant. The placeholder title was 'in which lightning strikes twice’’ which is a reference to Gilthunder and Zaratras, but since Zaratras doesn’t actually fight in that one, it didn’t make sense.

Everything from here on is from my notes in my project file; the only things I’ve done are rearranged the order for clarity and expanded on shorthand, though there are a couple of italicized notes in parenthesis that I added in later. Some of it is pretty disjointed tbqh! I have a bad habit of not writing in order.

Like I said before, I do a notes file for pretty much anything I write, as it’s where I dump ideas so I don’t forget or move cut text to in case I decide I like the older version better later on (it’s happened). This one just got ridiculously large, so hopefully someone besides me gets a kick out of it.

General notes

Hendrickson wakes up in an apartment, everything is taken care of, wtf

maybe Zaratras has been there for a bit and they're like ARE WE DEAD?? and he's just all HA HA you better not be.

Zaratras is the guy who has just been there!! Forever!! He runs a bar.

Gil is from just before the Kingdom Infiltration arc, so he is just sad and tired all the time.

Howzer is from early and a good boy but also devoted to Dreyfraudrin so it’s like. ??? When he sees those two. He will bond with Hendrickson and this time it will be Hendy’s turn to be like hey. Come. It’s fine.

The ultimate goal with Gil and Howzer is basically attempting to make people whisper "who hurt you."

Merlin shows up in the end like hmm you were all pulled into a pocket dimension but don’t worry, you should be expelled right back into the timeline where you left. No big deal. Bye.

Helbram and Hendrickson kind of. They’re not OKAY but they realize they are both shitty people who were in an impossible situation. Helbram is the petty type, so he’s not really going to forgive him, but Hendrickson doesn’t need his forgiveness either. The two of them work together though because it’s the only way out

Helbram just dunks on Hendrickson constantly because of course he does

Guila is from the same period as Hendrickson and Dreyfus, but she has been there for months by the time they arrive. Zeal is there too because otherwise she’d destroy everyone and everything.

They come in pairs, from similar points in time?

Guila and Zeal are just before the holy war, around chapter 252. Team smartass gen z

Hendrickson and Dreyfus are post 266 / 285 or whatever. Team old man

Zaratras and Helbram are team post death. Team DEAD

Gil and super early bro Howzer who work for Dreyfraudrin. Team dumb boys

Jericho and Merlin. Merlin just lurks for ages, there should be hints about her from chapter 2 on then she’s like lol hi. Post 197 for Jericho, Merlin plays coy because who cares. After 197, Merlin senses Bathin and is like gimme. Team Jericho Broke Nothing

Bathin notes

It’s powered by a crystal that preys on their fears?? Hence Dreyfraudrin existing. Zaratras kind of knows what’s up because he can sense it, since the energy sort of started when he got there, the dude gained a form when Gil showed up, then power when Guila arrived and later Jericho, and now Hendy and Dreyfus sort of complete the collection. It’s their fears all manifested. Merlin has no impact on it though and actually weakened it because ha ha ha you think she has fears, that’s cute. (this shifted to Bathin’s true form being a crystal — I was trying to stick to my "no OC" rule.)

Beleth or Bathin, a fragment of the sangréal? <— too complicated, stick with Ars Goetia lore interpreted for nnt-land. (I think my plan here was some ancient artifact?? Like the sacred treasures. It got really complicated really fast which is no good.) Belialuin Bathinal

Bathin is a demon, its true form is the crystal, it feeds on fears and created the pocket dimension to try and regain a more viable physical form, the weakened state is why its legions are so weak.

But also Bathin feeds on fears and craves Hendrickson and the others’ fears of Fraudrin and everything, and when Bathin finally gets Hendy and is like aren’t you afraid?? He’s just. Yes. I am absolutely terrified. But because Dreyfus took the time to punch him in the heart repeatedly he’s not going to roll over, he has to keep going. Helbram also yells at him like HOW DARE YOU. YOU CAN’T. (This shifted to Jericho in chapter 5 so it could become a more solid arc in the end with the confrontation in 6. Helbram got his moment with Hendrickson and Guila instead and, later, his goodbye.)

Bathin appears like Dreyfraudrin and Margaret, so when they strike Fraudrin down and are like ok?? We good?? Margaret turns and cuts them?? You have until chapter 6 to decide. (it’s pretty obvious what I decided.)

Outline

Hendrickson is the perspective character. Only the interlude, which is Dreyfus-centric, isn’t. (The other two interludes were added as I was writing later on.)

Chapter 1: Hendrickson and Dreyfus and general scene setting. Chapter 2: They actually go around town, Guila and Jericho are super introduced, we get glimpses of Gil and Howzer and they kind of talk to the latter. Kind of. Chapter 3: They get to the bar where there’s a bartender that dresses like a mysterious knight, spooky scary etc etc. It’s Zaratras. Helbram is there, too. More on Gil, Howzer should be questioning. Hendrickson leaves Dreyfus at the bar, runs into Howzer on the way out. Interlude 1: Dreyfus figures out Hendrickson’s plan re: Ludociel. Interlude 2: Jericho and Guila on Helbram. Interlude 3: Howzer and Gilthunder. Chapter 4: The confrontation between Dreyfus and Hendrickson. Howzer crashes their place because of course he does. Chapter 5: The Dreyfraudrin chapter. Vs Gilthunder. Zeal will guide them; alluded to in chapter 3. Chapter 6: The source, Bathin, is revealed, Merlin shows herself. Epilogue: The end. "I’m going to make you see how wrong you are." —> this promise HAS to be fulfilled.

TIMELINE:

Five+ months — Zaratras and Helbram

Five months — Gilthunder and Howzer

Three months — Guila and Zeal

A week — Jericho and Merlin

~Days — Hendrickson and Dreyfus

Setting

Eighteenth Plaza — Bathin is the 18th Goetia. Based on Shibuya 109 on the outside.

Pub’s name — Wandering Knight, Silver Helm

Possible Combos - Shot Purge (Guila-Hendrickson) —> Holy Shot?

Flats are like a venus fly trap, lulling them into a false sense of security and complacency so Bathin can keep feeding off their fear?? Maybe it was and then Merlin showed up like lol hi.  (I dumped this because it overcomplicated things a lot; it just became very subtly and only partially implied in chapter 5 but ultimately not very important.)

Cut lines

Chapter Two: What the four of them manage to put together quickly — really, Guila and Hendrickson exchanging theories and ideas while Jericho and Dreyfus watch from across the booth in silent wonder, occasionally exchanging glances as if to say what is wrong with these two — is this: (I wish I could have kept the Jericho and Dreyfus bit, but it didn’t work. This was when they were in the booth, exchanging information.)

“Now hold on a minute, Gilthunder!” Dreyfus turns back to face him, squaring his shoulders. “This— this isn’t what you think! If it’s about M—”

It’s Hendrickson’s turn to yank Dreyfus back, hissing in his ear. “Don’t.” (I didn’t want to complicate it with Margaret. This was before I’d decided to have Bathin use Margaret as a guise as well, but I’d still cut it even if I knew.)

Chapter Five: “You should be.” Hendrickson counters, resting his hands on the back of the couch, leaning forward to look down at Helbram. “Because he brought you and Zaratras here before anyone else. It’s likely that he preys on the souls of the dead.” He pauses at that, glancing over at Guila who nods in agreement, before shifting his attention back to the fairy. “Even if we ‘get out,’ you can’t just live here. Bathin will continue to eat away at your very spirit.” (there are several logical flaws in this that got cleaned up in the final version, which reads very similarly.)

“That should be plenty of time.” Guila pats at Zeal’s shoulder lightly. “Some of us won’t even need that much time, certainly.” (The scene was dragging on for too long and this was ultimately unnecessary. I tend to be really wordy and not know when to stop a scene, so I cut a lot for the sake of flow later on or rework things.)

“Especially since this isn’t Dreyfus’s field of expertise.” (This was cut from the conversation Hendrickson had with Zaratras -- about strategy -- because frankly, it isn’t true and even if it was, Hendrickson wouldn’t say something like that. I cut a lot of stuff like this where it works for the plot but doesn’t track with the character. editing good!!)

The screech of tires can be heard in the distance.

“Ah, I believe they’ve managed to find a vehicle!” (god I really wanted to put Zaratras commenting on grand theft auto in this, even if it made no narrative sense.)

Chapter Six: “Huh?” Jericho gives her a confused look before looking back over her shoulder, where Bathin and Gilthunder were battling it out hand-to-sword. “Yeah, I just— this place is starting to fall apart.”

“Yes, it is, which is why we need to be careful. If you could provide a distraction—”

“Oh!” She snaps her fingers in response. “Yeah, okay, I can do that!” (Jericho was a bit too passive here and it was difficult to transition to the next beat. I reworked it in the final version.)

“Be careful. He’s using his weight as a weapon.” (This was somewhere in phase two of the Bathin fight. I was trying to set the character apart from other demons that they’ve fought, but this was too expository. Hopefully, the sentiment got across in description and whatnot and if not, uh. Oops.)

As he pulls away, flying off towards solid ground, the ice begins to audibly crack. Hendrickson stares up at it, almost resigned in a way. “So this is it,” he murmurs to himself, watching the cracks spider-web their way along the platform (I removed this and tweaked the final paragraph because it didn’t quite line up with Hendrickson’s character in this, especially given the turning point that comes only a paragraph or two later. That one line doesn’t line up with the rest of his arc in the entire fic; I was trying to make it obvious that the ice was cracking and wasn’t going to hold, but uh. This was not the way to do it.)

As an amicable silence falls between them — a far cry from the silence that lingered the last time he took this elevator up — (The transition in the elevator was hard.)

Gilthunder clenches a fist. “That’s exactly why I can’t forget. If I—” He swallows hard. (A lot of stuff gets cut because I start typing and can’t figure out where to go with it. It just didn’t work in the sequence and was too emotional for Gilthunder’s canon point.)

“By the way, have you seen Helbram?” (Zaratras was going to ask about Helbram as well, but that would have dragged the pacing down. Besides, I’d like to think that after their time together, Zaratras ‘gets’ Helbram on some level and knows he’d want to head out on his own terms.)

The orange hue fades into the black of the night, growing brighter and brighter with every passing moment, much like the world around them. And then, it reaches a point where it becomes blindingly bright, like a warmth washing over all of them at once. And then—

And then—  (Did you know that this was basically the same format I used to end the pentultimate section of another fic because I sure didn’t until I just so happened to reread it before posting this one. god. damnit.)

Epilogue:

“I’m getting better, right?”

Jericho looks over her shoulder at Hendrickson, then gestures at a small patch of ice in front of her. The druid glances between her and the patch, looking mildly uncertain. “It’s progress,” he admits after a moment.

“You should have seen it the other day, though!” She stomps her foot. “Sir Dreyfus told me I had a lot of potential. (This was originally how Jericho’s epilogue was going to start. It didn’t seem right for her though, especially given the ‘reset’ tone, so I cut it and started from scratch. This would potentially work if it was Dreyfus, but not Hendrickson.)

Detailed chapter breakdowns

Chapter 3: Helbram is disguised, Zaratras is in his armor, it’s a pub and they’re INCOGNITO ok. Helbram spills a drink on Hendrickson like an asshole before the reveal. They figure out that the bartender and server aren’t on the same “script” as the NPCs.

CHAPTER 4 ends with them meeting up with Guila and Jericho, Guila is like this is Bathin, the Eighteenth Duke of the Demon Realm.

CHAPTER 5 is the big planning chapter + infiltrating and fighting Gilthunder. At the end, Bathin’s legions converge on Eighteenth Plaza and Dreyfus stays behind to stop them. Zaratras helps, brothers!! They can have a sad scene with Hendy.

CHAPTER 6 will have a big fight scene in it, this needs to be carefully blocked and mapped out. (narrator voice: it was not carefully blocked and mapped out.)

THE PLAYERS

Bathin — via Dreyfraudrin and Margaret. A lot of darkness, demon powers, fear manipulation. Teleportation? Dreyfraudrin has strength, Margaret has Velvet Crowe-esque hand bs? Dark tendrils, like a cat’s tail.

Hendrickson — Purge, Acid. Purge can weaken Bathin’s power. Dreyfus — Break, Full Size. Full Size might be too much for the building. Dreyfus and Zaratras could hold off Bathin’s legions? Guila — Explosion. Combo with Hendrickson at one point. Jericho — Ice Fang. Someone can get thrown out the elevator at some point and Jericho uses ice to extend a platform and keep them from falling. Eventually uses ice to root Bathin in place so she can PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE!!! Howzer — Tempest. Gilthunder — Thunderbolt. Short circuits the electronics? Helbram — plays his part disguised as Gil to get everyone in, fucks off partway through. Returns to yell at idiots. (This plan was too complicated; what I settled on works better character-wise and narratively speaking.) Zaratras — Great Thunder. Works with Dreyfus to hold off Bathin’s THIRTY DEMON LEGIONS so the others can take him.

Merlin — Infinity. She needs Bathin to be weakened and have his guard down to strike, which is why she slinks in the background and waits. Probably steps in after they’ve done that but Bathin is like YOU FOOLS!! Etc etc. Uses infinity to keep the Holy Shot effect goin’ (see above notes about Merlin)

THE SETTING

Top floor of Eighteenth Plaza. There’s the massive office, the long hallway, and the elevator. This is the main area for Bathin.

In the lobby, Zaratras and Dreyfus will take on Bathin’s legions of demons after freeing Gilthunder from his influence.

Guila and Hendrickson get thrown out the glass elevator window, Jericho creates an ice shelf that they cling to, Howzer and Gil work on keeping Bathin busy while Helbram flies out and grabs Guila at Hendrickson’s urging. Hendrickson falls.

Small brief flashback to super young Hendy and Jenna? A call back to being shown how wrong he is. Jenna’s just like LOOK YOU’LL BE FINE, YOU NEVER LIKED IT HERE ANYWAY!! Gosh you’re such a dour kid sometimes, geez, but don’t worry, someone’ll show you how wrong you are someday.

Full Size Dreyfus catches him because gratuitous yes.

Bathin is unfair but so is Merlin.

. . . and that’s it! Hopefully that was interesting to someone and if not, uh. I’m very sorry. Thank you for reading!  🙏

[seer-of-lxght]

iiiits OC spam time!

This here is Shiro, a fairy and also one of my NNT OCs!

I’m just gonna copy and paste all of her info here from Wattpad b/c I’m lazy, and there’s a lot so its all under the cut.

It’s all in RP form format form sdjkfhdjskhflkd oh well

Age: 987. Looks around 10.

Gender: Bisexual, leans towards females.

Race: Fairy

Sexuality: Straight

Personality: Incredibly shy and overprotective of the ones she loves or cares about.

Abilities:

Status Scent: Shiro's flower/weapon, Seles, releases a gas that inflicts a certain statues condition on her opponents. Statues it can inflict are...

•Paralysis Scent: The air surrounding Shiro (about a 2 meter radius) will be filled with a gas that paralyzes others. The gas stays around for about 1 minute, but the paralysis can last for about 2 hours. Shiro herself cannot breath in the gas, but she gets a bit twitchy when she uses this ability. This gas smells like lemons.

•Sleep Scent: Seles releases a gas that can put people to sleep. It goes as far as 2 meter radius, more if the wind is blowing. This uses her magic power, even though Seles is sort of it's own being. The gas does not affect Shiro in any way, shape, or form. This gas smells like lavender.

Flower's Wrath: Shiro can summon petals and leaves from the New Fairy King's Forest that are as sharp as swords. She can fire them at what she wishes. There are hundreds of them, but they are fairly small.

•Mass Petal Storm: Shiro summons thousands of large leafs and petals from the New Fairy King's Forest that all attack what she wishes them to. This ability would usually utterly tire Shiro out if she used it normally, but when she is in a rage she can use it several times.

Weapon: A flower hair pin that releases a gas that puts people to sleep, called Seles. It can react on its own when Shiro is feeling scared or is in danger, releasing a gas. Shiro can also make it release its gases as well. Seles can also turn itself into a grass blade-like sword, but Shiro has no idea about this. It also sort of has a mind of its own.

Crush: Gerharde (Is actually dating Aeris, another one of my NNT OCs)

Backstory: As a child, Shiro had been happy living in the Fairy King's forest. She had always watched Harlequin from afar, but she was to scared to go flat up talk to him. Shiro had also been friends with Helbram, and his antics with being interested in human things was slowly wearing off on her. Once Harlequin had left the forest, Shiro had gotten really sad, even though she had never actually interacted with him more than a few times. When the humans had captures the Fairies to take their wings, Shiro had nearly been one of them. She managed to escape by putting her captors to sleep. Shiro flew as far away as she could from any form of civilization after she escaped, though she heavily regretted not trying to save any of her friends. Later on, when Shiro found out about the Fairy King's Forest burning down, she quickly flew back to the forest to see if what she had heard was true. When she found out it was, Shiro stayed in the remains of the forest, crying for ages. She left after that, having no idea what to do... until she came upon the New Fairy King's Forest. She was absolutely delighted to find some of her friends still alive and remained in the forest for some time. Eventually she decided to take a trip away from the forest, thinking of Helbram as she did so. She began to explore all sorts of human things, but tried to avoid them out of fear at all costs.

Combat Class: Magic: 150 | Strength: 10 | Spirit: 300 | Total: 460

Misc.: She smells like vanilla and wears no panties (or a bra, for that matter).

Aaand some commission art of her!

X by JLpaca

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Her Favorite Subject

"Something wrong?"

The question cause Maranwe to start and she whips her head to look over her shoulder. After a second's time to register, she relaxes and gives a half-hearted shrug.

"Oh, I just don't know what to draw..." She sighs. Though the particular melancholy in her expression betrays something else. A deeper depression that Helbram is all too used to. But since she's giving a physical excuse she's probably not ready to talk about that feeling. Or maybe she hasn't noticed it yet. He'll just play along like he always does.

"Draw me!"

She raises a brow and gives him a slight, but clearly amused, smile.

"Come on, we both know I'm your favorite subject." He strikes a pose, chin high, chest out, one hand on his hip and the other on his chest, with his eyes closed.

Maranwe bites her lip to try and control the spread of her smile, but it quickly breaks into a soft chuckle. The sounds causes Helbram to open one eye to look at her, smiling himself.

"You're a goofball." She taps her pencil on the table for punctuation, and Helbram drops the pose.

"Makes you laugh, doesn't it?" It's no secret that that's his aim every time, it's been that way for as long as they've known each other.

"You are good at that." she comments, turning back to the blank page in front of her.

He moves closer and leans over her shoulder to watch, a special privilege he enjoys. One of many. Maranwe hates when people watch her draw, she hates a lot of things she lets Helbram do. And he's well aware of it. He loves feeling special, and he's not above bragging about it. Only when it comes up in conversation of course.

He watches as she taps the back of the pencil on the page a couple times, then turns it around in her hand to start sketching. Short quick stokes that come together to create a smoother looking line. She's starting off with a circle. For a moment he wonders if she's actually going to draw him, but as the sketch takes shape it becomes clear.

A sunflower.

He smiles, watching her go back over the basic shapes of the petal to refine them and give them character. She's meticulous in her details, even adding the little guard hair that grow on the stem. Once she's finished the flower she pauses to look at it and Helbram glances from the paper to her. He can see something's sparked in her eyes, and she quickly sets to mapping out where more flowers will be on the page. He keeps his eyes on the paper as he absentmindedly sits in the chair next to her, watching as a field of sunflowers appears from her precise movements.

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random moment

"Everything about you is so wonderful." the moment Maranwe wrapped her arms around Helbram the phrase rushed though his mind in accompanied by flashes of images, times they've kissed, other huggs, him tucking a flower behind her ear and other little moments that have made Maranwe feel loved by and love for him.

This happens dozens of times a day. Every time the two share a moment, and sometimes even when she just looks at him, her heart is too loud to be ignored.

Helbram smiles and kisses the side of her head, hoping her perceptions are picking up on how he feels too.

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Another random little moment

"I'm a lot of trouble." Maranwe says softly. She's trying to smile, as though she can make it seem like she's joking, but her eyes and her tone betray the honestly of it.

"You make me happy." Helbram counters.

"I make you worry." a gentle argument. They always start this way, she'll get more insistant and quickly upset if he can't stop her.

"That's how it works, isn't it? You worry about me," He counters and her eyes widen a little as the point clicks, "You worry I'm not ok after everything, and you hurt for me because I was hurt. That's love isn't it?"

She gives a soft chuff of a laugh, "When did you get so smart?"

"Well I listen to you all the time." He answers, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against her's.

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Another Helbram and Maranwe drawing :)

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Wings

This takes place sometime post-7ds but pre-4kota

It's a warm summer afternoon and the pair of Fairies are resting on a branch of the Great Tree in the Fairy King's Forest. Helbram is laying on his back next to his lover, who -like usual- is hunched over a book, scribbling away. At least this time she's just drawing for her own amusement, instead of transcribing some human text or drawing up another revision of her census plan... or illustrating medical instructions, or recording something for the Fairy King, or any other of the constant work she's always fretting over.

At least Helbram hopes she's not doing work this time...

He opens his eyes and lifts his head to double check. The page she's working on is littered with sketches of wings. He sits up further to get a better look, trying to figure out who's wings she's drawing, but upon closer inspection he finds they don't look familiar. She seems to just be...making them up...

"What are these for?" he asks. He should be annoyed that she seems to be doing another study when they're supposed to relaxing, but he's too curious to think of that right this moment.

"Huh?" she questions, as her concentration breaks and her attention turns to him, "Oh, uh nothing. I'm just drawing."

"Wings?"

"Yeah. I think they're pretty and the vein patterns are fun," she smiles and raises the book to show him the sketches deliberately.

He looks at them again, most of the basic shapes are simple, but the branching vein patterns and cell configurations are all pretty intricate. "So, you're just drawing wings for fun?".

"Yeah," she replies, setting the book back down in her lap.

"Hm. Well, they're pretty."

"Thanks."

The silence settles back between them as she returns to her drawing, slower at first till she gets back into her 'zone', and he lays back down, listening to quiet sound of the quick, sure pencil strokes.

Helbram's eyes don't stay closed for long though, as now he has something on his mind. He's never really put much thought into wings. Not the way Maranwe apparently does. The shapes and vein patterns, and all of that.

He looks over at her, her wings are sitting at kind of an odd angle. A lot of Fairies have rather stationary wings, sitting at the same basic position no matter what they Fairy is doing -even his own are like that-, but Maranwe's are so expressive. They tilt and move depending on her feelings and thoughts. Right now they're tilted down a little from their standard position, like they do when she's absorbed in something. They just look sort of relaxed. They're shaped like bumblebee wings and the vein pattern, and the cells created by them, remind him of the insides of an orange segment -except for them being bright magenta. They're transparent, and move a little with each of her breaths. A breeze rustles the Great Tree's leaves, allowing little sunbeams through. When the light hits Maranwe's wings, a faint sparkle becomes apparent.

They're really quite pretty. Though everything about her is pretty, so that's no shock.

The scars are hard to ignore though...

Paler pink, roughly round, spots on one of the central cells of each forewing. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were just that; spots. But he saw them before her wings were fully evolved, when those spots were gaping holes...

His eyes shift from her wings to her face. Her tongue is sticking out a little as she concentrates, and her eyes have a joyful shine to them. She's clearly not thinking about the spots, or how she got them. He's grateful for that.

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Working

A little mini-fic. Takes place some time between 7ds and 4kota.

Helbram sits in a chair against the wall of a room in Hendrickson's clinic, he's leant forward so his elbow is resting on his knee, and his chin is resting in his hand. The chair isn't very comfortable. Worn, hard wood, and made for humans so his wings are at an odd angle. The room smells of herbs and chemicals and honestly it's a little cramped. And worst of all, he's bored.

They're here because Maranwe has taken a sudden interest in learning medicines and potions- well it seems sudden to Helbram anyway, she acts like she's picking up an old habit. It's nice that she's forgiven the human, and he loves to watch her work, but most of what the two are saying is going over his head, and honestly it seems like she's forgotten he's even there.

A thorn of jealousy pricks at his heart. He shouldn't feel that way. He's confident in how she feels for him, and it's hardly surprising someone would enjoy her company. She's engaging and empathetic, and so charming with the little quirks in her expressions and mannerisms and the way her eyes light up when she's interested in something. It's not surprising at all she'd get attention. Besides, Hendrickson doesn't have a snowflake's chance in hell with any girl, much less Maranwe. And even if Hendrickson specifically wasn't a legendary strike-out with women, Maranwe's no real fan of humans... Still... it stings a little to have any other man getting her attention, even if it is just to teach her something.

He flits his wings a little, trying to dismiss the feeling. For whatever reason, this is important to her, and he shouldn't interrupt just because he's a little jealous.

He shifts his focus back to the two of them, they're not even looking at each other as they talk. Hendrickson is laying out some dried plants, and Maranwe is holding up a bottle her eye level, the contents is dark brown and a little cloudy. She pops the cork and sniffs at it, only to immediately jerk her head back and scrunch up her nose.

Helbram snickers at the reaction, which pulls her attention to him. She smiles and laughs with him, remarking that the smell is astringent and bitter. He asks what it is, and Hendrickson answers; some herbal tincture Helbram won't bother to remember the name of.

Now he's wormed his way into the conversation. He stands and closes the small gap between his chair and table the others are working at, now standing opposite his lover. He leans forward to look at the medicines and ingredients strewn about the table, and makes simple inquiries about them, so that Maranwe can answer with what she's learned so far. Most of it goes in one ear and out the other, but that's just fine, she's bright and excited in her answering, and every now and then her wings give a happy flutter when Hendrickson confirms she's given a correct answer -as if she could ever get one wrong.

Even if it is on something boring, he does love to watch her work.

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Branded

Another mini-fic. This one featuring a sort of nightmare.

Maranwe winces as she slung over the back of a horse. He can see her, his vision is still blurry from the blow to his head but he can see her. She looking back at him, the tears in her dark eyes shining with the fire-light of the setting sun. There this… finality… behind her eyes. Like resignation. Like she knew it'd come to this all along and had no more will to fight it. Still… there was an apology in them too, and overwhelming sadness. He's surprised to see she's not afraid. He certainly is…

It just can't end like this!

He reaches towards her. His limbs are heavy and barely answer his demands, as the horse retreats to the choir of screams and pleading, the ripping and snapping of dismembered wings, everything strained with the blood-orange of the dying day.

Her eyes never leave his and longer he looks the sure he is that he'll never see her again. That looks sears itself to his core. A request for salvation, but no hope for it. It's all he can see and it burns.

Helbram draws a sharp breath and attempts to sit up, but a weight on his chest holds him down. He looks and sees her, his Shooting Star. Her eyes are closed as she sleeps soundly against him, drenched in a muting blue of twilight.

He exhales and settles back in, letting the still and quiet of the forest relax him and the familiar weight press his senses back into place.

He reaches for her and his touch his met with the warmth of her skin and the softness of her clothes. Still the look she gave him before remains on his mind like a brand, an unfading reminder of how fragile this peace could be.

He breathes a sigh and stares upwards into the star-flecked vault, watching it grow from indigo to pitch.

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Fireflies

This is a kind of mini-fic. Just a little moment in my AU.

"Oh, I love these!" Maranwe exclaims before flitting forward into the twilit clearing. She turns and moves in the air, hovering about the foot from the ground, to follow each flashing light that drifts past her. She has this look of absolute wonder on her face, wide-eyed and grinning, as if fireflies are the most magical thing in the world.

Helbram chuckles, amused by how excited she gets by the smallest things, and watches as she carefully scoops one of the bugs out of the air, and watches it crawl from her palm to her finger tip and take flight again. As she watches it fly away this gentle expression comes over her face, and his heart skips a beat. Hovering in the twilight, surrounded by gently flashing lights she looks so…mystical. Supernatural and almost heavenly in a way. She's breathtaking, and he can feel his face heating up against the cool evening air.

Then, her attention returns to him, and she gives a soft, inviting smile. He wastes no time joining her in this special magic of hers, of periwinkle skies and deep shadows peppered with drifting, rhythmic lights.

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Everything

‼️THIS FIC IS NO LONGER COMPLIANT WITH THE CANON OF THIS AU‼️

Gowther's comment had been the final straw. As he, Merlin and Maranwe jumped to check on Harlequin after the possessed Diane had attacked him, Gowther evaluated that it was fortunate the Fairy King's helmet had taken the brunt of the blow. But that fact had sent Maranwe into a panic. A few incredulous sounds were all she managed before...

An unbearable cacophony fills Maranwe's mind. She'd been trying to keep it all at bay, to ignore the onslaught of sounds and feelings battering her various perceptions so she could be useful, protect the people that matter to her. But something in this situation had twisted, gotten out of hand somehow, and now he was hurt. They both were. It's just too much. The dam she's tried so hard to maintain burst and everything rushed over her. The whining strain of pulling strings, countless voices raging over each other, agony, terror and rage, now let loose by her own insurmountable anxiety, drowning her and scoring all her senses raw.

She claws at herself, one hand grasping at her head, the other at her stomach. She makes a sound somewhere between a grown and a scream and doubles over at Harlequin's side. Gowther tries to call to her, but his voice is completely lost in the maelstrom assaulting her mind.

As she huddles in the dirt, both peripherally and acutely aware of the debris digging at her knees, something prickles against her chafed perception. Misty and rough-edged, figures appear. They're…barely visible, and only in some definitions of the words, they exude hatred and malice and rage and it comes off of them like heat distortion. And they're…red, she thinks. Or black. They seem to shift between the two in her disrupted concentration. Except for one, there's one that's a different color completely. She can't focus on what that color is, but she can feel that it's…brighter. When she tries to focus it goes between white and green, and she can isolate it's voice. Simply because it's the only one that's familiar.

This figure is Helbram.

She watches for a moment as he approaches where she peripherally knows Diane is, unsure what exactly is happening. Until she hears what he's saying. Until she feels the fate string between him and herself pull tighter than she can bear. All at once the racket stops, cut silent by a brand new panic.

The next thing she's aware of is something slamming against her chest, bringing her sense back into her body. She glances down to see Harlequin's helmet, the one Helbram is bound to, held tightly in her own embrace. She's wrapped herself around the object, curled into a ball with the helmet at the center and closed them both in a bubble of starlight, just before Diane's hand had closed around the object. Now the giant's grip is straining the structure of her shield. She can feel it start to give quickly, hear it crack and buckle against Diane's much greater strength. She can also hear Helbram, shouting and begging for the angry possessing spirits to spare her. But she can hear them too. Feel the red-hot burning of their hatred. They hate him. Logically, they have a right to, but she just can't wrap her heart around the notion.

Helbram's…special. He's sweet and he's loyal, he loves to learn, and make people laugh. He's…

Everything.

He's the only thing that matters.

And these spirits want to take him away from her. Again.

the words burst from her throat, almost without her permission. She's barely aware that she's actually speaking with her voice, rather then just letting her heart scream, “NO! I won’t let you! I won’t! I won’t let you hurt him! I won’t ever let anyone hurt him ever again! I don’t care how much you hate him! Because I LOVE HIM!”

With the words magic bursts forth, a new wave of starlight reinforcing her shield. She pours everything she has into it, and scrunches her body up tighter around the helmet. She stays like that for what feels like eternity, concentrating on nothing besides resistance.

Then, all at once, the pressure lets up. A familiar power brushes over her senses, followed by the feeling of bright light. She lifts her head, and seeing that Diane is no longer trying to close around them, her power gives out. Maranwe falls to ground, totally exhausted, still clutching the helmet to her chest.

"How dare you do something so reckless!" Harlequin chastises as he kneel down to check on her, tears streaking through the dirt and blood on his face. She just smiles up at him, pleased with herself despite her new injuries, and huggs the helmet closer to her chest which draws him attention to it. He can't help smiling a little too as he hears Helbram's voice in him mind, "See, Helbram thinks it was foolish too."

At the reminder Maranwe perks up a little, "Oh right." she pushes herself first to sitting, then unsteadily to her feet. She passes the helmet back to Harlequin so she can use her lyre to cast Twins Stars, allowing her to hear and see Helbram again.

He's mid-sentence when the spell washes over him, making his stop.

He stares at her for a moment as she becomes slightly illuminated by the silver light that now makes up his form. It lends a higher contrast to forming bruises, and glints of the fresh blood from her wounds, but even like this she's beautiful. After what she just did, how could she not be?

Harlequin takes this as a good moment to give the pair some privacy and joins the others to speak with Elizabeth. Helbram waits to speak till their mutual friend is out of earshot, though he probably would have hesitated anyway.

"…Did you mean it…?" He asks cautiously, hardly daring to hope, "What you said up there?"

"Every word." The answer comes with no hesitation, as if she knew he'd ask.

"Really? Are you sure?" he insists. How could he believe it? After watching her fawn over Harlequin since she was born. What's changed? Well, a lot of things actually.

"You think I'm lying?"

Her smile is confident, she knows exactly what she's saying. If he had a heart it'd be pounding, somehow he still feels that way anyway. He can almost hear blood rushing in his ears, this can't really be happening? "But- I thought- …Harlequin…"

A patient sigh, and her smile turns slightly to a smirk "Why is everything always about Harlequin?" her tone makes it sound more like a statement than a question, but really it's a quote. Something he used to say when she's turn conversations and invitations into a three person affair, and he'd feel jealous.

He's not sure he can argue that point any further, she's clearly made up her mind, "But…What about…?" he looks down at his silvery ghostly form, arms out to show off the issue. He's dead. She knows that. Hasn't he missed his chance?

"I don't care." her fierce determination bleeds into her gentle tone, "As long as you're you and you're with me, nothing else matters."

And with that determination she steps closer. Her fingertips press against his starlit form and, through the magic, he can feel the warmth of her hand bleeding into his chest. But that's hardly the warmth he's focused on. As, in the same moment, she had pressed her lips to his. Warm and soft and saying more in this small action than words could ever convincingly explain.

It take him a second to kiss her back, too shocked to believe it's even happening, and it doesn't last nearly as long as he'd like but when she pulls back he's dazed all the same. Enveloped in a bliss he'd only ever dreamed of. She laughs softly at his dreamy expression, though there's a bashful tint to her own features.

The pair are broken from their moment by a call from Elaine, "Oh! Maranwe, your wings!"

"Oh, what now!?" Maranwe instantly whips her head around to try and see her own wings. Were they torn in the fight? They already have holes in them, isn't that enough? As her eyes focus in on the transparent magenta skin, she realizes...there's more of it then before! From this angle it nearly fills her field of view, where before she could easy see around the wing sprouts.

Helbram chuckles, "Guess you're all grown up now. It's about time."

Maranwe draws a breath to speak, half-hearted indignity on her face, but she's cut off by a new voice.

"Pardon me for interrupting this little chat..."