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greaterstolenlandspolycule · 10 months ago

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OC Profile—Liesel (from Pathfinder Kingmaker)

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Name: Liesel

Aliases: Gertrud/Gertrud Elise (by the people who raised them); Ainsel (generic fake name given out)

Alignment: True Neutral

Pronouns: they/them

Race: "Human" (actually a fey)

Homeland: The River Kingdoms

Birthday: Neth 1

Religion: Formerly Erastil; currently none, but pays lip service (and a few coins) to Hanspur for the sake of safe travel

Class(es): Sorcerer (Fey Bloodline)

Professions: Spinning, weaving, etc (formerly); general farmwork on their family's farm and around their village (formerly); itinerant mercenary (formerly); Baron of the Stolen Lands (currently)

Languages: Taldane, conversational Hallit, a smattering of Skald and Varisian

(The rest is going under a cut because this is long)

Skills: As a result of spending most of their life in a rural farming village, Liesel has a fairly in-depth understanding of nature, despite not having an education that someone from a city would consider “formal”. Their mercenary work essentially forced them to become light on their feet in order to dodge blows from attackers they wouldn’t be able to withstand and to get out of melee combat so as to be able to safely launch their own, arcane, attacks. Whenever possible, though, they prefer to avoid combat, something they are surprisingly adept at despite their innate difficulty socializing, due to being in an environment where they felt their safety depended on spending agonizing hours studying the patterns of social cues and rules in order to mimic and exploit them (a process more like learning a foreign language completely unrelated to one’s birth tongue with no dictionary, or figuring out a complex code, than anything else), and due to an innate, extremely subtle, almost definitely supernatural effect on others (while they are skilled at masking in this way, it is incredibly draining for them; additionally, while they are good at assessing the situation and figuring out what people are expressing and how they are supposed to respond, this is very much an intellectual understanding, and they have pretty significant difficulty empathizing with others). They have an inexplicable aptitude with magical items, which they find uncommonly easy to detect and command the magic of. (In game terms: Lore (Nature), Mobility, Persuasion, Use Magic Device)

Romance(s): Octavia, Regongar, Tristian, Secret Romance

Appearance: Liesel appears to be a fairly average Riverfolk human in their midtwenties. Slightly wavy brown hair in a pixie cut frames a face with somewhat tan skin and black eyes that betray little of their emotions. Their nose is just the slightest bit upturned, and, although they often don't smile wide enough to show it for long, they have a gap between their two front teeth.

They dress comfortably and casually, in colors that blend into the background--almost exclusively shades of black, grey, white, and brown--and their outfit is always completed with their beloved gray cape. While this is very much practical, it is also done deliberately, so as to not bring attention to themself, or risk seeming odd.

They generally try to keep as much of their skin covered as possible, especially their hands--indeed, unless the situation absolutely requires they not, they always wear a pair of well-worn leather gloves. This serves both to prevent direct exposure to cold iron and to limit any unexpected unpleasant sensations.

Fighting Style: Although they are fairly athletic due to a life spent doing farmwork, Liesel is nonetheless a sorcerer, and thus stays out of melee combat on account of a) your average farmer not being a match for people specifically trained for combat and b) the gestures and focus it takes to properly channel their spells leaving them open to attacks from anyone too nearby. As a result, they stay on the backline of battle–although sometimes not as far back as they would like, given the limited range of many of their spells. They primarily focus on debuffing and generally causing problems for the enemy, whether with spells that directly do so (such as Sleep, Hypnotism, Entangle, and Scare), spells that do so in addition to dealing damage (such as Ear-Piercing Scream), or, occasionally, simply “debuffing” the enemy’s HP (read: using damaging spells to help even the odds against enemies resistant or immune to mind-altering effects, whether through significant or chip damage). They also wield a crossbow with surprising (but not at all remarkable) accuracy when necessary. When forced into close combat, they tend to default to using Laughing Touch to disable the attacker, then running away. Should that not work, they will reluctantly take out their +1 Cold Iron dagger (which they keep on (gloved) hand both to make sure that nobody else in the party could somehow use it against them, and to provide evidence why they couldn’t possibly be fey, just in case) and attack with the ferocity of a cornered animal.

Personality: Liesel’s personality is rather hard to pin down because, quite frankly, they’re so used to putting on a mask and playing a role that nobody, including them, has any idea what their true “face” would look like beneath. It’s much easier to define Liesel by the roles they’ve performed/are performing, both for practicality’s sake, and because the ways in which they adapt their behavior provide hints as to why they do so, glimpses at whatever it is that lies beneath.

For most of their life, they played the role of Gertrud Elise. The only child of two farmers, she had exhibited some odd behavior after experiencing a serious illness as a child, but had recovered to be known throughout the town as, in many ways, an ideal girl, and, eventually, young woman. She was kind, courteous, and always knew the exact thing to say when talking to others, but spent most of her time not socializing but working–often apart from others in the fields or pens, although she would sometimes join others at the loom. If there was no work to be done at her own family’s farm, she would even go work at others'. Nobody could resent her for the time spent away from others, for not being part of the community, not when she so clearly did it for them. And besides, it wasn’t as if she was a recluse–the time she spent away working was absolutely unusual, but it wasn’t extreme.

After fleeing their home village–and the simultaneously comfortably familiar and stifling nature of playing the same role day in and day out–and becoming an itinerant mercenary, Liesel began presenting radically differently in different situations, swiftly learning to assess the situation and adapt to be whatever was advantageous and needed for the job: the unflappable rock, the politely threatening negotiator, the detached and uncaring freelancer, et cetera. Since they worked with so many different people, and often under different names, there was no real need to maintain continuity. While it was radically different from what they had been used to, over the course of a few years, they got used to it.

As a result, being in the same group for an indefinite amount of time–as they have been since they accepted Jamandi Aldori’s quest–and thus needing to play the same role for an indefinite amount of time is an odd experience, both familiar and unfamiliar. “Liesel”–for, indeed, the name “Liesel” itself, which has no real special significance other than being the fake name they were using when they got word of an opportunity from the Aldori and thus being the one they are stuck with, might very well be seen as a part of this role–is a capable leader who always listens to others’ opinions and takes them into account (even if they don’t always act as others want), who is slightly uncommonly quiet and observant, but not at all stoic or severe–instead, they are rather carefree, simply not speaking up when there’s no need, content to let things flow along until they see a need to act or a true purpose for their input. They are skilled with words, whether in the form of their occasional jokes or in their deft handling of tense negotiations–and in the latter case they can reveal an ability to wield their words like a deadly weapon that sends foes sputtering and retreating without a fight. In one-on-one conversations with their companions, they are very personable, and give graceful compliments that often match exactly what the person wants complimented, to the point of flirtation at times. If this flirtation is rebuffed, they are completely without resentment, but if it is received positively, they will gladly go as far as the other person is willing to.

At times, however, they reveal another side–one far more wild. On a lighter level, this can be revealed when their emotions get the better of them and they do something impulsive and kind of silly. On a darker level, though, if an enemy is able to charge from the front line and engage them in close combat, they display a surprisingly vicious side, striking repeatedly and somewhat recklessly, willing to do anything to preserve their own life.

History/Hooks: (CW child death, low-key ableism, discussion of a trans person prior to their transition)

On Neth 1, 4684 AR, in the River Kingdoms, in a quiet farming village nestled between the arms of the Echo Wood, so small you would be hard-pressed to find it on most maps, a child was born and named Gertrud Elise. One day, not many years later, they ran out to play, past the rye-fields that surrounded the inner village, into the woods beyond, lured by the excitement and wonder of nature and too young and foolish to think they could fall victim to its dangers. They never came back.

(Had this never happened, this child would have grown into a gregarious, hearty man named Hedwirg. He would have become a mercenary in order to pay for an expensive transitioning potion, and eventually become known for the strength of his blows and of his moral code. But this happened instead.)

After a few days of frantic searching, the child’s parents found a child that looked just like their own in the woods, distressed and feverish and covered in soil. The desperate parents, who had feared their child would become another one of the stories used to warn children not to wander, didn’t question it.

When they recovered from the fever, the few memories they had at that age were somewhat hazy, as if they’d occurred years before they did, or were particularly vivid dreams. The parents didn’t question it, though–they were happy as long as they had their child back, regardless of whether that child was whole. Besides, while fey weren’t known for giving back what they stole, they were known even less for giving replacements–and it was perfectly plausible that the child had merely gotten lost in the woods. Any oddity or change was attributed to the trauma and the fever.

As the child called Gertrud grew up, they had trouble fitting in with others. Whispers of having been permanently “damaged” by whatever happened during their disappearance, or, rarely, of something worse, terrified them, and so, when with other people, they spent all their effort on figuring out how to behave so as to fit in. The act was more or less successful, but it was exhausting, and so they took any opportunity they could to limit the time they needed to perform by working whenever possible (whether in the farm, the house, or generally around town), earning them a reputation of being a good, solid, dependable kid whose selfless and helpful disposition balanced out any slip-ups that snuck out.

This continued into adulthood, until one day when a traveling merchant came by. While the adult called Gertrud didn’t really have wanderlust, per se, they always liked and were curious about things from outside the village, so they examined the wares. When they touched one item–a dagger–their skin burned with pain as if they’d touched freezing metal. They were not naturally very expressive, and practiced at hiding their feelings besides, so they concealed the reaction, and asked casually if there were any unusual wares. This was when they learned that the dagger was cold iron.

They made their excuses (easy, because they were known for being hardworking and didn’t have much pocket money), and left for the rye-fields, where they panicked. The whispers they and their parents had dismissed their whole life were true–hell, they weren’t even their parents!

Terrified that, if they had found out that they were fey, someday–maybe even someday soon–everybody else would, that night, they packed a small bag with a few necessities, left a vague note, and took off into the darkness.

As they traveled, going by a variety of fake names, they slowly discovered they possessed magical abilities. While they feared these abilities, and didn’t understand them–and especially didn’t understand how natural they felt–they proved incredibly helpful in the mercenary work they took up. Over the course of the next few years, they garnered a reputation that, while small, nevertheless earned them an invite and offer of a mysterious job proposition from one Jamandi Aldori in Rostland.

Unbeknownst to them, Liesel is the creation of the Green Mother, the Eldest of intrigue, carnivorous plants, seduction, and the urges that lead the unwary to their death. While they are very much flesh and blood, they were grown in the First World from a plant that was planted on top of the shallowly buried corpse of the child they replaced.

Trivia:

I often use common cuckoo (Cuculus canorus) imagery with Liesel, on account of their whole deal.

The name Liesel isn’t fundamentally special to them, other than deriving from the middle name they thought was theirs; it was initially just another fake name, but since they are in a situation where they will be using it for the foreseeable future, and it is used by people they are growing to care about, they are becoming attached to the name.

Some of the specifics of their backstory are inspired by German folktales about the Rye Mother/Rye Aunt.

The way in which Liesel grew from a plant is partially inspired by barometz from Dungeon Meshi.

Liesel’s whole “autistic but obsessively studied and takes advantage of social cues and social norms” thing is inspired by Nick from Hell Followed With Us.

Liesel is really good at weaving.

Liesel’s personality is partially inspired by Siffrin from In Stars and Time.

Liesel’s outfit is going to change significantly in later Acts as they progress their character arc.

If they existed in the modern day, they would be a huge fan of Kabru Dungeonmeshi and. Probably relate to him too much because they share a few very important and key traits despite being radically different people.

Liesel has very inconsistent–and some would say entirely lacking–principles, but one of their few consistencies is that they highly value the Six River Freedoms.

They believe strongly in religious freedom, and would have no issues, for instance, with someone worshiping Lamashtu, so long as they don’t, for instance, kill people about it. They would, in fact, struggle to understand why someone would have issues with a Lamashtan who wasn’t making their religion other people’s problem.

#liesel #oc. liesel #pathfinder kingmaker #pfkm #oc profile

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burningexeter · 6 months ago

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Something Wicked On The Model Runway

What is it —

A 2D animated action-horror/magical girls series done in a stylized but dark comic book aesthetic.

PREMISE:

Set in Manhattan, the series at first follows a stunningly and head-turningly gorgeous young blonde woman in her late 20s, Andrea Jones, who suffers from impaired hearing after being in a severe car accident that killed her parents and is more than down-on-her-luck despite her appearance. She's struggling having to take care of her 8 year old sister Sophie as the sole caretaker and after a botched heist, she's unable to prove her worth and pay off an enormous debt owed to the ruthless and cold Liesel Schroeder who as it turns out isn't just a successful supermodel and seamstress but also a crime boss.

Believing that she is still useful, Liesel decides to spare Andrea's life and later offers her a solution to pay off the debt. It turns out that Liesel is also in secret a highly intelligent and properly organized surgeon with a fascination of the human body and she's been experimenting with transplanting animal tissues and organs into human beings to great success and wants to give Andrea an owl's auditory system so her enhanced hearing will help her crack the model agency's safe since Liesel knows she's about to be screwed over on a deal made behind her back.

With no other option left, Andrea agrees and undergoes the surgery.

Now with her newfound abilities, she cracks the agency's case with ease like it's pretty much nothing. However, once Andrea gets an immediate sniff at all this money, she refuses to settle for less and ends up shooting and killing Liesel with a gut shot, head shot and her brains splattered on the wall. Making off with all of the cash, she is confronted by none other than Liesel herself who has risen from the dead, immediately regenerates her bullet holes in front of Andrea's shocked and horrified eyes, rips her entire skin clean off and reveals once and for all that she's in fact a gray skin, pitch black eyed, raven black bodysuit wearing and long black undulating hair (as if it's always underwater or has a life of its own) witch that's as wicked as she is boisterous.

It's here that the side effects or "bugs" that Liesel alluded to way earlier before doing the operation go into effect: Andrea instantly begins displaying mannerisms of an owl, culminating in her jaw cracking open and revealing a beak with her head spinning around completely all while Liesel has a great, big, shit-eating smile on her face with drool.

Finding herself restrained to a billiards table, Andrea is told everything by Liesel in a sadistic and twisted way — she's been a witch ever since her 18th birthday with her skin having fell off and that she's been using Andrea all along, from the moment she first laid her eyes on her Liesel knew she was the perfect host and that the surgery she gave to her was in fact a dark magic transplant and part of her collection of sick experiments. Top of that, she kidnapped Andrea's sister Sophie long before the heist and is keeping her in a cage. She offers Andrea another deal that this time isn't any trick or horrifyingly grotesque deception..... either she is killed by Liesel and has her organs harvested with her sister being drowned and her body fed to her tank of pet piranhas OR she agrees to marry Liesel and become her bride since she's looking to settle down at her peak, the only reason the experiment and spell worked successfully as it did was because Andrea has a strong magical aura meaning that she too is a witch and she sees a large amount of untapped potential in her as a witch.

In tears, Andrea has no choice but to agree once again.

After putting her now-fiancee back to normal in the most graphic and horrific way possible, the rest of the series focuses on the relationship between the two of them and how despite where they started, they form an unlikely but sincere and genuine love and bond for each other as a couple and wives all the while they deal with many new and just as dark and dangerous obstacles in their lives whether it'd be grounded realism like crime, gangsters and serial killers or surreal fantasy like black magic, vampires and other monsters with all six being given their own unique takes on them. But the main aspect and even heart of the whole show is the relationship between the two leads and how Liesel grows into a legit anti-hero who while she isn't afraid to get her hands dirty is also driven or at least has a genuine almost moral code that leads her to do the right thing.

NOTES/TRIVIA/DETAILS:

• The animation style is heavily influenced and even directly inspired by the artwork of comic book artists Ryan Ottley and Tony Moore with the latter's design for the character of Andrea in the first six issues/first volume of Robert Kirkman's The Walking Dead (Comic Series), being used for the protagonist here and obviously her name being Andrea while her sister's name is Sophie are equally obvious call-backs.

• The character of Liesel Schroeder is best described as a cross between Oogie Boogie, Eris and Shego especially when she's in her true witch form underneath her skin so that there's contrast. When she's in her human skin, she's calculated, sophisticated, majestic, elegant and charismatic but when she's in her real witch skin, she's boisterous, vile, playful, sinister and delightfully twisted.

• Another thing that will be a stand-out is that when she betrays Liesel and shoots/"kills" her, Andrea is revealed to not be the poor victim we all think she is or as she makes herself out to be. She's in fact a selfish, manipulative, greedy, thieving and just as delightfully twisted as Liesel is, gambler with this being the reason why she owed an enormous debt to her in the first place and a source of conflict with her parents before they died in that wreck. The only redeeming source of her is that she genuinely loves and cares about her sister Sophie with her not wanting to be part of her illegal crime-ridden life.

• Just like with witches, the series will also offer distinctive takes on many classic monsters whether they'd be zombies, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, wizards and others. For example, vampires in this universe don't in fact have fangs but do crave blood, are not immune to sunlight and are only killed through that and stakes, holy water and silver. Their ways of killing people and drinking their blood are drugging their victims and cutting either their necks or wrists open to drink their blood.

• The main source of influences and inspirations for the series in terms of its tone and style are Todd McFarlane's Spawn (HBO), The Secret Of NIMH, Return To Oz, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2003) and even Ben 10: Alien Force, not just with the balance of dark and light but also the fact that there are a lot of shadows in this show to give it that edge.

#adult animation #witchcraft #witches #action #horror #lesbians #comic books #female heroes

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untolduttering · 5 months ago

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13, 16 and 28 :0

Thank you for the ask!!!💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

13. Top five characters from anything you have truly related to up to now?

Liesel Meminger, Adam Parrish, May Bird, Black Leg Sanji (how could I not add him?), and Jade Daniels

Something about trying your best to be good and kind and sometimes failing, sometimes not, and having to live with it, just uh, really resonates. As well as some of them being put in spooky situations and some body horror too :).

16. Do you have any life hacks?

I don’t know if this is a life hack, and I certainly stole it, but I am constantly repeating to myself that one Tiktok comment that said “the time will pass anyways”. It was in response to someone saying what they were doing was going to take way too long and therefore not worth the effort. So I think of that both in what it meant, which was do something you want/love, even if that reward is a long way out. But also I think of it when I’m agonizing over something or feeling stuck in a situation, which is that time hasn’t stopped, will never stop, and I’ll eventually get to where I want to be. It helps calm me and feels a bit like a hack, I guess. (Other than that, you’re the best life Hack ;))

28. What was your favourite myth or fairytale creature? Is it still the same?

I’m answering both because I can 😈

I’ve always always loved the Greek myth story of Icarus. Just the tragedy of it and all the different messages and metaphors and ideas that come from it. And I say it’s stayed the same, although Orpheus and Eurydice have been creeping up because of the small trend of people saying they wouldn’t turn around, but if you truly love them, you would, and just thinking about how powerful of a story it is.

And fairies were my first fairytale creature love, thanks to Tinkerbell, so not the real version of fairies djjsns, but that original art style they were first drawn in is just soooooo beautiful. Now, though, it’s difficult to say, because the more I learn, the more I know about all these cool ones and it’s difficult to choose. Do ghosts count? I think I like ghosts the most.

#ask game #mutuals 💛#I hope these are satisfactory odksns

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nessieplays · 24 days ago

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"I am falling in love with you every. single. day." ♡ // alphard liesel

Eles estavam no sofá, compartilhando uma tigela de pipoca enquanto assistiam a um filme antigo. Era um daqueles que eles já sabiam todas as falas, mas nunca se cansavam de ver, principalmente porque Liesel ria como uma criança, toda santa vez.

Ela percebeu o olhar dele em si, instintivamente, tentou ficar mais tranquila. Mas não era tão simples assim. Durante os quase dez anos de relacionamento, eles haviam atravessado tanto altos e baixos que fariam qualquer casal normal desmoronar. Mas eles não eram normais. Eram Black e Rizzon. E, ainda assim, ali estavam eles. Juntos.

Liesel agradecia mentalmente, como fazia tantas vezes, por ele ainda estar ali. Por não ter desistido. Por a amar sempre, acima de todas as suas escolhas genuinamente duvidosas. Ela amava Alphard com todo o seu coração. Poderia dizer isso em italiano, inglês ou arriscar algumas palavras em francês mas qualquer idioma parecia insuficiente para expressar o que ela sentia.

Desviou novamente os olhos da tela para olhar diretamente para ele. Alphard estava tão perto, e seu olhar era um misto de contemplação e adoração. Era como se ele a visse de uma forma que ninguém mais poderia.

Era um daqueles momentos em que eles não precisavam de palavras, mas mesmo assim, a curiosidade dentro da cabecinha de Rizzon era algo. — O que foi? — Disse se aproximando mais dele.

“ I am falling in love with you every. single. day.”

Liesel sentiu o coração apertar e se expandir ao mesmo tempo, se é que aquilo era humanamente possível. Devagar, ela encostou a cabeça no ombro dele, sentindo um conforto que nenhuma palavra poderia descrever. Ela era a mulher mais sortuda do mundo por ter ele a seu lado e sabia disso. — E eu me apaixono por você cada vez que você diz coisas assim. — disse em um sussurro baixinho, como se aquilo fosse um pequeno segredo, ou melhor seu juramento.

#um jamais imaginaria escrever eles em 2025 #dois meti o oath ali pq me deu nostalgia #liesel rizzon #liesel x alphard

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tora-the-cat · 2 years ago

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Welcome to the Eldest Daughter Showdown!!

Here’s the bracket! I’ll queue the left bracket of polls to start going up at noon tomorrow =) The initial matchups are:

Jonathan Byers (Stranger Things) vs. Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Fiona Gallagher (Shameless) vs. Marcia Brady (The Brady Bunch)

Jane Bennet (Pride & Prejudice) vs Meg March (Little Women)

Junie B Jones (Junie B. Jones) vs. Judy Moody (Judy Moody)

Angelica Schyler (Hamilton) vs. Constance Blackwood (Ride the Cyclone)

Liesel Von Trapp (The Sound of Music) vs. Tzeitel (Fiddler on the Roof)

Candence Flynn (Phineas & Ferb) vs. DeeDee (Dexter’s Laboratory)

Margo Gru (Despicable Me) vs. Jasmine Fenton (Danny Phantom)

Lori Loud (The Loud House) vs. Emira Blight (The Owl House)

Shizuku Hinomori (Project Seikai) vs. Mob Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)

Shamura (Cult of the Lamb) vs. Hestia (Greek Mythology)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural) vs. Fleur Delacour (Harry Potter)

Leonardo Hamato (TMNT 2012) vs. Leonardo Splinterson (TMNT 2003)

Tori Spring (Heartstopper) vs. Sae Nijima (Persona 5)

Satan (The Bible) vs. Gamora (Marvel)

Raphael Hamato (ROTTMNT) vs. April O'Neil (ROTTMNT)

Dick Grayson (Nightwing) vs. Isabella Madrigal (Encanto)

Elsa (Frozen) vs. Dess Holiday (Deltarune)

Anissa Pierce (Black Lightning) vs. Temari No Sabaku (Naruto)

Ayano Tateyama (Kagerou Project) vs. Son Gohan (Dragon Ball)

Kendra Sorenson (Fablehaven) vs. The Glass Cat (Oz)

Pearl Took (Lord of The Rings) vs. Katherine Minola (Taming of the Shrew)

Violet Baudliere (A Series of Unfortunate Events) vs. Sophie Hatter (Howl’s Moving Castle)

Teru Minamoto (Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun) vs. Scheherazade (Arabian Nights)

Tsunami (Wings of Fire) vs. Allison Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Katara (Avatar The Last Airbender) vs. Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

Bianca Di Angelo (Percy Jackson) vs. Vi (Arcane)

Scarlet (The Path) vs. Aguri Yukimaru (Assassination Classroom)

Katnis Everdeen (The Hunger Games) vs. Morgana Le Fey (Merlin)

Fuyumi Todoroki (My Hero Academia) vs. Mia Fey (Ace Attorney)

Mari (OMORI) vs. Lucina ( Fire Emblem: Awakening)

Esme Cullen (Twilight) vs. Satsuki Kusakabe (My Neighbor Totoro)

#Eldest Daughter Showdown #eldest daughter #polls #bracket

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edenslice · 2 years ago

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is it cheating if I ask about both den of dens and with or without you (but also, please!)

with or without you, i'll get over fine

evidently i'm never posting this and it's never going past the Outline Stage so might as well dump it all here

(ps if anyone wants to make an actual fic about this PLEASE DO!!! just credit me for the idea and the rest is all yours)

was planning to make it a ToA/TKC crossover! so it goes:

nico di angelo, feeling a strong sense of Wrongness with apollo's disappearance (he'll never call it death, gods no) and olympus's incompetence, takes matters into his own hands

hades is no help to nico because a god has never actually died before, so the greco-roman underworld is out of the picture

so that only leaves: tartarus. FAR out of hades's domain. nico does not want to go to tartarus. and so he searches for other options.

enter: meg mccaffrey (worried sick and plagued with nightmares), and rachel dare (worried sick because she's NOT plagued with nightmares; apollo's essence no longer within her)

rachel suggests they head to brooklyn after remembering the strange cesspool of non-greco-roman demigod energy she felt back when they raided nero's tower

but before that—

enter: sally, whom nico, rachel, and meg go visit when they've run out of Other Options (nico is Very Embarrassed. rachel is overcompensating. meg is just happy to eat more 7 layer dip)

sally says that percy once mentioned meeting another demigod from another pantheon—carter kane

hc that the 21st nome and rachel go to the same school (brooklyn high), so while rachel doesn't know a carter kane, she's heard of sadie

insert oddly sickening parallels to piper, meg, and lester entering a school illegally to find jason and rachel, meg, and nico entering a school illegally to find sadie

and the rest is. idk. i had nothing else planned for this

ultimately i wanted to explore the concept of lester's body rotting in tartarus but his godly essence stuck in the duat, in the same nursing home (??) sadie and carter found ra in

den of dens

ok. this one i KNOW is gonna be really fucking long so most of this will be under a readmore

what you need to know:

genres: slice of life. mystery. domestic horror. psychological horror. whateva the fuck type of horror house of leaves is....cosmic horror maybe???

the story is divided into four parts; 1979, 1980, 1981, and 1982. it's a mixed media project (ie chapters/comic/manuscript/animatic/podcast etc) because

a) i want to test my abilities as an artist

b) i wanna emulate the thing memories do: not everything is remembered animatedly. some memories are blurry, some are like words we've read in books, some are simply voices, fragments of everyday life

there are 5 protagonists;

kamil kara, the core of the story. teacher. patriarch of the kara - agbayani - rosas household. whether you'd like to see him as judas iscariot or as his own person is up to you.

manuel cagadas, deutaragonist. architect. black sheep of the cheung family. whether you'd like to see him as jesus of nazareth or as his own person is up to you.

liesel kara, tritagonist. kamil's bold-hearted daughter. she has her own story outside of kamil's complicated narrative in which she stars in.

ramona agbayani-kara, tetartagonist. kamil's wife and matriarch of the kara - agbayani - rosas household. surgeon, specifically in the ob/gyn department. like her daughter, she has her own story outside of kamil's narrative.

alyosha trinidad, pentagonist. liesel's best friend and kamil's top student. an angel in disguise, he serves as the initiator of many of the important events.

kamil and manuel are lovers; their messy relationship is what drives the stories forward

by the time dod begins, kamil and ramona have fallen out of love completely. liesel doesnt know jackshit about her parents' falling out because they'd rather die than let their daughter see them argue or fall apart

kamil's relationship with manuel may drive the stories forward but its kamil's (and everyone else's) love for liesel that keeps it grounded and steady. if that makes sense

liesel is so so so loved. more than she will ever know. ← keep that in mind

manuel has known of his past life ever since he was old enough to think. he doesn't retain actual memories but he does have the same otherworldly powers as the son of god did

meanwhile, kamil only discovered his past life after having his first conversation with manuel

and that's when everything fell apart

alyosha is a literal biblical/abrahamic angel btw. he took the name "alyosha" because it sounded pretty and he rebirthed himself to a family of five indebt to him

most if not all of dod would not have happened if alyosha didn't make his choices around the original jesus and judas

kamil and manuel are 42, ramona is 43, alyosha is 13 and arwen is 12 in 1979

manuel is a trans man! very important for his arc

#this is pure and utter wordvomit proceed with caution LMAO #i always feel bad for infodumping but im trying 2 get over it HAJDJSKDSK #plotting with flux #asks #insp: den of dens

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noblehcart · 11 months ago

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Let Genesis kiss Liesel ;w;

@poeticphoenix

these things did not happen to her. or anyone. not in real life. that's what happened in tv shows or cheesy romance books. its not something that actually happens. that is until it does happen.

she considered things between them to be a sort of...unofficial book club of sorts. never did she imagine that a SOLDIER First class would bother to continue to talk to her, but he did. the crimson commander himself. about all sorts of different books though more often than not it was definitely of the higher caliber ones with the occasional foray into the cringe for fun's sake. so it really was a delightful surprise to bump into him in the elevator considering she wasn't assigned to the SOLDIER floor this week and was on her way to another level. greetings were exchanged before she launched into ramblings about the book he had recommended to her- one she had already read but he suggested a different interpretation- discussing quickly what she made of it thus far. the elevator rides were notoriously short and the little room was mercifully empty save for them.

"-oh i took a few notes in this little notebook and jotted some things down to ask you about. you can read it if you want i think i have it here in my bag." head ducked down to dig into her leather messenger bag to find the pocket sized black notebook to hand to him.

fingers had barely grasped the spine of the book when she felt the cool brush of leather at her cheek before it swept to jaw and trailed up to tilt her chin up. wide green eyes looked up at the sensation to realize it was red leather gloves that belonged to him. that he was suddenly there, a faint smirk on lips before they covered hers and eyes fluttered shut as the kiss ensued and her mind drew into a surprised blank state. it was the DING that signaled the end to the kiss as he pulled away and deftly took the notebook she had somehow pulled out and he just...left.

"...you- I...what?! " is all she manages to sputter out once the doors had already shut and she was left standing there utterly dazed, delighted and very very confused.

#poeticphoenix #/ liesel ivanov / threads #-cackles-#-cut to flustered liesel who is just like omg did that just happen? -

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spice-and-fire · 1 year ago

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PARTIES: @spice-and-fire TIMING: Right at the start of the Overflow plot LOCATION: Worm Row, Wicked’s Rest SUMMARY: Devi, and a few others, help evacuate innocent civilians during the onset of the black goo’s consumption of Worm Row. CONTENT: None

A scream pierced through the night. Devi struggled to make sense of where she was. She had been fast asleep, that’s what she could remember. Dreaming about—what was it? Something about a dog and tacos? She couldn’t quite remember, though she thought nothing of it. She wasn’t big on dreams, and dreams never made the most sense to her. Devi preferred reality over dreams, even though hers wasn’t all that good.

Like at that moment in time, her vision was no good. All she could smell was smoke, and the scream—the screams were giving her a headache. Screams? She looked up, her eyes finding a set of stairs. Who was upstairs? Whose house was she in? While those thoughts tried to muddle her brain, her body didn’t waste a second, didn’t even hesitate, dragging the rest of her up those very same set of stairs.

When she got to the end, her eyes widened in horror. What greeted her was a house doused in flames. She turned around, looked all over her, realizing she was somehow back outside. Out of the house whose stairs she had just gone up.

Above her, the night sky that was blanketed with stars was soon besieged by the disgustingly thick smoke emanating from the fiery house. She returned her gaze toward the house as the screaming continued, but it was now nothing more than a burnt frame.

“Penny for your thoughts, soldier?” Kara dragged her back to reality, waking her up from a recurring nightmare with a plate of food.

Where was she? Where were they? Devi looked around them as she absentmindedly accepted the offered grub, realizing the answers to those questions came much quicker this time. And were one and the same: Ah, yes, a party. Well, sort of.

They were in a house. Lonely and empty. Apart from them. Her. And Kara, one of the girls staying back at the D’Arden House. And Liesel, another girl residing at their building, this one much grumpier than Kara. And of course Billy, whose father owned this lonely house, where they were now.

All three of them, the girls, were there to try and help Billy convince his stubborn old man to move out of his rackety shack of an aged house to somewhere safer. Liesel had a thing for Billy. It was obvious. So even though she hated the thought of doing something like this, of leaving the comforts of her settled place, she had to. She wanted to. And without even directly asking Kara, the gym girl already said yes, also volunteering Devi because why not? That reality made the tempered phoenix smile.

“Ah, sorry,” Devi winced at Kara, taking the fork on the freely given plate and stuffing her mouth with Billy’s father’s grits. Food was a luxury for her, and good food was almost a dream. “Spaced out there for a bit.”

How long has she been having the same recurring nightmare? Devi couldn’t even tell. When did she have it the first time? She couldn’t remember. Was it after drinks with that geology professor at the Wormhole? Nah, probably before that. Definitely even before that night at the Grit Pit with the grumpy wolf guy. Mmm, that grumpy wolf guy…

Devi moaned, “This is so good!” She hasn’t had shrimp and grits for a long while, especially not shrimp and grits that good.

“Dad, please,” she could hear Billy groan at his old man. Stealing a glimpse of the living room, she could see him on one knee, pleading to the frowning senior on his wheelchair. Mister…Billy Sr. couldn’t even look his son in the eye. Devi smirked. Just like her late dad. What is it with old men and not listening to their very smart, very attractive kids? “Something’s happening in Worm Row… I need to get you out of here before—”

…that something happened? Well, something is happening now. A frowning Liesel was just about to open her mouth, most likely going to complain about how she should be back at D’Arden House working on her sixth novel attempt, when the ground shook beneath them. Devi dropped her plate, opting to catch the grumpy girl and her grandma-fashion shawl instead.

“What the hell was that?” Kara voiced her displeasure just behind Devi. It had stopped as abruptly as it came. A minor glitch in the system? A quick reminder of everyone’s mortality? Or a warning shot that should be heeded as soon as possible?

With a nod, Liesel thanked her savior’s effort before picking herself up and turning toward the house, just in time to see Billy and his father holding each other close to the floor. “Billy?” Liesel began to walk toward the house, more concerned than anything this time. “I think you and your dad should get out here now.”

As if on cue, another rumble occurred, this time more violent and not that short-lived. Liesel screamed, instinctively dropping to the ground. So did Devi and Kara. And Billy and his father. But Liesel’s undirected scream didn’t last long. “Billy!” Despite the furious terrain, Liesel ignored the shaking earth, doing the one thing earthquake drills tell you not to do: head inside a house.

“Get Billy and his dad out of there!” The retired soldier inside of Devi blurted out as she followed right behind her grumpy friend. Kara nodded in agreement behind Devi, even though no one saw her do it. Adrenaline was gushing inside of everyone involved.

As soon as Liesel could, she grabbed Billy, who was very surprised to see her. “What are you doing here? Stay outside!”

But it was already too late.

A furious Liesel screamed back at him. “What are you still doing here?! Come outside!”

If Devi had the time to spare, she would’ve enjoyed the scene. Billy and Liesel were two people who would never admit they cared for each other, even though that was obvious beyond the occasional flirting when intoxicated. Unfortunately for Devi, she had other things to worry about. Like whatever the fuck was making that strange sound further inside the old man’s shitty house. “Are those the pipes?”

As if on cue, something gross gushed out of the house’s plumbing. Most of it flooded out of the toilet area. Or at least where Devi assumed the toilet was. She peed at her place before they came here, so she never got the opportunity to check the toilet. But Kara did. “Yep, those are definitely the pipes. Come on!”

The muscled miss didn’t waste time pondering the strangeness of the liquid that was pouring out of that area. Instead, she grabbed the old man’s wheelchair, with the old man still on it, and yelled at both Billy and Liesel to get the fuck out of her way, knowing the two were more capable of saving themselves than the senior. Devi herself only had a few seconds to steal a glimpse at the invading goo before her more powerful sense of self-preservation dragged her out of there.

The goo. She didn’t know much about it. Only heard and read a few things here and there about the damned thing. For all she knew, it was just a prank. Some sort of viral marketing scheme. A campaign by conservationists against the mining corporation or whatever. Between those two sides, Devi would choose the former, only because her knowledge of both were basic: Nature is good, money from danger is bad. Basic.

What wasn’t basic was what they saw when they finally got out of the old man’s house. More of the goo, the ooze, was dripping from cracks in the ground, potholes, even the crevices that already existed as well as the fissures newly made. “What the fuck is going on?!” Liesel screamed, more pissed off than usual.

Before Devi could throw an uneducated guess at her friend, they heard screaming. The first one came from the right side of the old man’s house. A child. Devi found a mother already outside, being held by an older woman—the mother’s mother? She screamed her daughter’s name, and Devi felt her feet already moving toward their house.

But then a second scream came from the left side of the old man’s house. That of a woman. And the barking of a dog. “Shit,” Kara scowled, her hands already freed of the old man and his wheelchair. Billy was now preoccupied with his father, trying to make sure he was all right. When Kara’s eyes met those of Devi’s, they simply gave each other a nod. Liesel joined in before quickly moving closer to both Billy and his father, holding them together.

Devi wasted no more time. She ran into the house on the right side of Billy's dad’s house while Kara ran into the house on the left side of Billy’s dad’s house, the latter giving Devi an unnecessary salute that the latter didn’t even notice. Not that Kara noticed her gesture went unnoticed. There were more important things to notice.

Like the ooze that was eating most of the first floor of the house that Devi ran into. She hopped her way onto the stairs, narrowly avoiding the gross liquid as it tried to have a lick at her feetsies. Gross. Once on the stairs, Devi steeled herself, grabbing the railing so as not to fall back down, straight into the waiting ooze’s gooey surface. She used her own momentum, from preventing her slip up, to launch herself upward, straight into the second floor.

“Great,” she mumbled under her breath when she realized the same oozing goo was already spurting into this floor through the toilet’s pipes. “Nothing grosser than getting thicker piss all over you.” It wasn’t piss, of course. Devi knew that. But the disdain was the same, if not worse. She could’ve gone with the word ‘poop’, too, but she was starting to get pissed off, and her brain wasn’t that big. “Where are you, kid?”

The child in question answered her with a scream, pleading for her help. Devi beat the ooze, the goo, to her, but with the stairs already swallowed and the door to the child’s room barely liquid-free, there was only one way out of there. Devi turned the girl around in her arms, making sure their faces met. She needed her to look her in the eye, distract her from everything else. “Listen to me: You like superheroes?” She didn’t wait for the girl to answer. Kids like superheroes. Even the kids who don’t. “Well, we’re going to play superheroes, okay? Just for a bit. When I say ‘close your eyes,’ you close your eyes and imagine Superman flying you off to safety, okay?”

“I hate Superman,” the kid replied despite sobbing like a snot-nosed, ungrateful kid Superman would not hesitate to save.

Devi smirked, “Everyone does… For some reason.”

The tempered phoenix whispered assurance to the girl that she would be safe, told her to close her eyes, and held her head close to her chest. With one final look at the goo, the ooze, that was slowly making its way toward them, Devi clenched her jaw, and carrying the kid with her, crashed out of the room through the window, making sure to fall on her back, the back of her left shoulder, to keep the kid relatively safe.

The adrenaline wasn’t enough to keep Devi safe, however, and the fact that she had fragile bones, well, both of those things combined to ensure that as soon as she hit the ground, she felt everything hurt and everything faded to black.

“...completely overtaken by the mineral…”

“...emergency protocols…”

When Devi came back to consciousness, slower than she would’ve liked, she felt herself being dragged somewhere, through her arms, a pair of hands latched on her pits, as her back and butt felt the scraping lawn try to resist her.

When Devi looked up, she saw a scowling Liesel grunting, obviously not a fan of all this. The former soldier smirked, and when the unsuccessful novelist noticed her catch was now conscious, she stopped dragging her, mercilessly leaving her on the ground. “You need to lose weight, Devi,” the woman with the scrawny arms callously pointed out. “I can’t save you when you’re this heavy.”

Devi groaned, chuckling, as she pulled herself off the ground. “Where’s the kid?” She looked for her, and it didn’t take her long to notice she was with her mother and grandmother. Kara was with them, and with her, was another older woman carrying a dachshund like it was her baby.

“She’s fine,” Liesel needlessly answered, going down on her knees and taking out her shawl to try and use it to wipe stuff from Devi’s face. “And so are Kara, Billy, Billy’s annoyingly pigheaded dad, and most importantly, me.”

Liesel went on a rant about everything, but even though Devi had a smile on, mostly because of the fact that everyone was safe and sound, that smile quickly turned into a frown when she slowly noticed the horrors around them. Some of the houses had now been swallowed by the sludge, and worse? There were statues inside of them—on their balconies, through the windows, in their yards—statues that looked like people, statues that were positioned like they had tried to escape but weren’t able to.

“Liesel… What are those…things?”

Liesel swallowed air. She suddenly couldn’t speak. Devi turned to her, eyes still wide with fear. She had an inkling of what the answer was but couldn’t confirm it for herself. Wouldn’t. “We need to go,” Billy suddenly appeared behind Devi. He then walked closer to Liesel and put a hand on her shoulder, as if to reassure her that everything would be alright.

“N-No…” Devi protested, suddenly feeling the pain all over her body magnified as she forced herself back to her feet. Her shoulder was definitely broken. And if it wasn’t, it sure felt like it. She turned around her, unintentionally spinning in place. “W-we still need to help others… How do we… How do we save the rest of the town?”

“Devi, please,” Liesel held her right arm, pleading. She was almost crying now. Close to, or her eyes were already too tired to pour, no one would’ve been able to tell. “We need to get out of here.”

Devi shook her head, which was still spinning, before freeing herself from Liesel’s grasp. She can’t just go. She still had people to save. She can’t quit now. People need her. But Kara soon joined them, agreeing with the other two. “Talked to everyone else and they’re ready to go. Come on.”

Kara tried to help Devi by holding her arm but the latter pulled away. “No, we still need… There are others left… We need to—”

“We need to regroup, soldier,” Kara interrupted the disoriented soldier with her steely eyes and an even steely pose. “And you need to rest. You just jumped out of the second floor, landed on your ass. You can’t save everyone, not when you’re all banged up.”

Devi tried to protest, to resist, but Billy chimed in. “My dad needs to get checked by a doctor.” He didn’t, but that was a good enough reason for Devi to acquiesce. One life, the life of many… All life is sacred. Her friends were right. They needed to go. They can’t save anyone else, especially not in her current condition.

As they got inside Billy’s car, with the rest of the survivors following behind in their respective vehicles, Devi found herself in a haze. Billy was driving, which meant his old man was beside him, in the passenger’s seat, while the girls were seated together in the back.

Devi struggled to keep herself awake, her eyes open, but caught glimpses of the Row’s current state, parts of which seemingly inaccessible now, once open alleyways and paths fully consumed by the black goo. There were more statues in places once devoid of them, too. She could hear bits and pieces of alarmed updates and concerned news from the phone conversations in the car: Kara was telling people to get out of the neighborhood while Liesel was checking in on their building’s status.

“...completely evacuating Worm Row until…”

“...stabilized.”

The last thing she heard was Liesel telling everyone in that car that D’Arden House was unscathed. Then everything around her was also consumed by a (less icky) blackness.

Devi found herself back in the dream, the nightmare. Only this time? She was also on fire.

#wickedswriting #ᕚﮩﮩ٨ﮩ solo ﮩ٨ﮩﮩᕘ #ᕚ season one ﮩ canaries ᕘ #ᕚ everything on goo ᕘ

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paramounticebound · 2 years ago

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Which Corvid Are You?

Jay

Jays are symbolic of intelligence, trickery, and aggression. This is mainly due to their high intelligence and assertive nature. They possess a strong territorial behavior and never get along with other species. They have the gift of mimicry and can easily imitate the calls of other birds, particularly hawks, to trick other birds into fleeing. They've even been known to mimic domestic cats. Jays are fierce protectors of their territory. If you’re planning on messing with these birds, be prepared to be besieged by them. Jays are also notorious for stealing shiny objects from other birds. Despite their unmistakable, colorful plumage, these beautiful members of the crow family are more often heard than seen. Their Welsh name, Ysgrech y Coed, means 'shrieker of the woods. 'There are up to 45 species of jays, and they can be blue, brown, purple, rust, peach, yellow, green, white, and black in color. - Katelyn Wilde, discoverwildlife.

Tagged by: stolen from @hauntedreality

Tagging: @vuulpecula @sweetbitterbitten (kamila!) @fasciinating @transcendcnce @ensnchekov @dethqveen @starnamedlyra @godresembled (rey!) @fromgallowsandgraves @nonxbeliever @noblehcart (liesel!) @thebrazenandbold (nicole and/or entrapta!) and you!

#x: MY NAME IS KHAN (about.)#dash games.#this tracks #x: YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME SLEEP (queue.)

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yourtrueface · 11 months ago

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Greatest Book Lovers in Books/Movies/Series Masterpost

1. Klaus Baudelaire - A Series of Unfortunate Events

2. Rory Gilmore - Gilmore Girls

3. Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

4. Mortimer and Meggie Folchart- Inkheart

5. Kyle Scheible - Lady Bird

6. Audrey Hope - Gossip Girl

7. Alaska Young - Looking for Alaska

8. Charlotte Charles - Pushing Daisies

9. Bernard Black - Black Books

10. Aziraphale - Good Omens

11. Suzy Bishop - Moonrise Kingdom

12. Liesel Meminger - The Book Thief

13. Jane Eyre

14. Elizabeth Bennet and Mary Bennet - Pride and Prejudice

15. Eloise Bridgerton - Brigertons

16. Jo March - Little Women

17. Lisa Simpson

18. Belle - Beauty and the Beast

19. Matilda

20. Bastian - Neverending Story

#book #bookish

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greaterstolenlandspolycule · 9 months ago

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Liesel's Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Night Watch

A ficlet involving Liesel and Knave meeting! Sorry for taking so long @iwoszareba; I hope you like it!

Near the Crooked River, on the way to Sorrowflow

Liesel fed another log into the crackling fire. It let out a spray of sparks in return, and they instinctively jumped away. They could feel the moment they lost their balance as their feet failed to find purchase, their arms windmilling as their ass plummeted towards its inevitable meeting with the soil. Fuck, that hurt. They barely stopped the curse from leaving their lips, biting the lower one so hard it bled to keep it in. They’d be damned if they woke up anyone else in the camp for a stupid reason, especially one as stupid as this.

Standing up, they dusted themself off and returned to their post by the fire. It might have been Sarenith, but that didn’t mean nights–at least here in the River Kingdoms; Liesel had never been elsewhere, except for that quick trip to the border of Brevoy that had begun all of this–didn’t trend towards colder than comfortable. Besides, it helped the people on night watch do their duties; it was much more stimulating than casting Light every ten minutes. And it scared away wild animals.

While it could attract people, those were what Liesel was best at dealing with. If talking didn’t work out–well. They had a whole array of mind-altering spells at their fingertips, and if those couldn’t immobilize any threats, they could certainly weaken them enough for their bleary-eyed companions to feel they were able to and be able to finish the job. A shout or two would certainly suffice to wake them; Octavia especially was a light sleeper, and she could rouse Regongar, who certainly would be loud enough to do the same for everyone else…

Liesel’s fingers, which they now found they had unknowingly been drumming against their legs as they thought, froze mid-motion as a crack reached their ears, the sound distinct from the crackling of the fire.

It repeated, and they looked over their shoulder. There, in the brush, not that far from camp, were two little lights glinting in the dark. Eyes reflecting the light of the fire. By the size, it was probably a fox–but it was odd for one to be so close. They stood up, gingerly, and began to approach. It should spook as they got closer; if it didn’t, a basic Sleep spell should do the trick. If that didn’t, they would get the others.

They walked away from the center of the makeshift camp, leaving behind the brighter light cast by the fire. As they approached the brush, they didn’t hear any sounds of movement. With a few small motions of their fingers, an orb of light appeared in their left hand, and they lifted it towards the brush. They found no fox, nor anything else animate.

They must have been seeing things; it was a good thing it would be Linzi’s watch soon. They shook their head, as if that would clear the sleepiness from it, and turned to head back to the fire, only to nearly walk into a tall man…if indeed he could be called such.

He had brown skin, red hair, and a small tan beard on his chin (Liesel could not recall the name of the style), wore red, black, and green jester’s garb–covered in bells which somehow had made no sound as he snuck up (he must have) on Liesel–and a furry, sandy brown (the same color as his beard, oddly enough) fox mask on the top half of his face. Except, no, that wasn’t a mask at all, was it? As they took him in, Liesel realized that not only did the ears on the mask twitch as they watched, but that he didn’t seem to have human ones–and, moreover, that his hands and legs were furred (and, on the digits, clawed), and accompanied by a full fox tail that must have been protruding from somewhere around his hips.

“Greetings!” His voice seemed far too melodious for the mouth it came from–a mouth that now curved into a too-wide grin of too-sharp teeth.

It was clear he wasn’t human–there was the matter not only of his looks but how sudden his appearance had been, and, ridiculously, how silent his bells were–but what exactly was he? Given the location (and their luck, or rather–no, no time to think about that), fey seemed the most likely; but regardless… politeness, caution, and searching for further clues was the way to go.

“Greetings,” they returned, in a tone as even as they could. “Who are you?”

“I’m the Knave Commander, but just call me Knave. The alternative takes up too many syllables you could spend on more interesting things!” He paused for a moment, and his tongue flicked along his too-sharp teeth. “Like who are you?”

Liesel hesitated. They were well aware of all the stories about fey, including about what they can do with enough information on you, but some instinct in them–something from the same place that tells them not to put their hand in the fire–told them that lying to this…Knave would not probably be a good idea. They tried to inject some confidence into their voice. “I am Liesel, baron of Shrike and the Outskirts of the Stolen Lands.”

Knave waved his hand, as if swatting the words away like a particularly annoying fly. “I know all I care to about your character. I have no idea why anyone would play such a nauseatingly boring role on purpose.” He perked up. “No, I’m much more interested in the actor!”

Liesel’s fingers twitched for their knife. They tried to still them; they couldn’t start a fight because they couldn’t win it. They didn’t know what to do. They didn’t know how to handle this. They couldn’t lie but they couldn’t tell the truth because there wasn’t one. But they had to say something because they couldn’t say nothing because–because his tongue was running along his too-sharp too-many teeth and they didn’t know what that meant and they didn’t know who this was and they didn’t know how to find out and they didn’t–

“I don’t know anything about them.” The words fell out of their mouth, their tongue heavy. “I don’t have the answers you’re looking for.” They swallowed. “You can’t find what you want here.”

He studied them, his yellow-eyed gaze taking in every part of their appearance, from their short-shorn hair to the soles of their boots. “What a pain. I will have to come another time, later or maybe sooner.” He stretched, yawning, then smiled again. “I will make sure that you are not disappointing next time!”

He walked past Liesel, and by the time they could make themself move, by the time they could unroot their feet from the ground, he was already gone, having not even left footprints.

All was quiet, except for the sounds of nature, and the crackling of the fire, and the drumbeat of Liesel’s heart beating in their chest as if it might burst.

There was nothing to do but return to tending the fire and keeping watch, and so that is what they did.

#Pfkm #my fic #oc. Liesel #liesel #other's oc: knave

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