#medey

[guyofthing]

Finally (VERY tentatively) figured out who all belongs to the prophet classes in Fragments so I drew a group photo to cheer me up from all the bullshit happening right now because of that essay. They're all happy in this photo but oh GOD they never are in general principle.

[thegreatyin]

is arcturus one of your ocs?

yup!

arcturus is one of the main characters of one of my original projects, MCM (short for Mistakes, Curses, and Mockeries)! their permanent facial expression is depression pouting and their permanent mental state is on fire horrible meltdown forever and ever and ever. they're also the in-world equivalent of a US president and have spent the past two-ish decades in a mutually toxic doomed yuri situationship with their head of congress, but that's. that's a whole other can of worms. also they desperately yearn to simply become one with their computer, as one does.

you can read their dedicated POV fic here! they're. they definitely get up to some hijinks. that's certainly one way you can describe what goes on in that story. mind you it doesn't elaborate much on MCM as a setting or arcturus' larger role in its plot and just kinda dumps you headfirst into everything but it Sure Does Take Place Canonically In That Universe and it Sure Does Give You A Peak Into Their Horrible Mental Health (please ask me for more details on MCM's and by loose extension APF's setting and/or characters if you ever want them i will go insane)

and also it's in second person. because i write in second person. casually. a lot. most yin OC stories are like this, actually. you're welcome.

[cecils-dragons]

Round 1: Medies vs. Apollo

Two guys who are in not great situations. Diviner Apollo versus alchemist Medeis.

[xivu-arath]

You have a cryptarchy oc? Tell me more?

there's not much to say!! they're kind of a self insert I promptly forgot to do anything with so they're just vibing

their name is medei and they're a student with no particular focus since we know so little about cryptarchs. on occasion they have vaguely prophetic dreams

[incorrect-km-shea-quotes]

–Hazel to Killian

tiramisu am i right

[upward-centrifuge]

act 1 of fragments aka everybody reads their text messages and is sad about it

[onyxonline]

Okay just to give you guys some more lore crumbs, here are the four covens that the Medeis Institute of Witchcraft have, I’ll decide where each critter will be put in on a later date, but feel free to share where your oc would be sorted to!

(I don’t know how they’re sorted in yet, might make it a test… or something, again, making shit up as I go)

If you want to add more into the covens also feel free to share, I would love to see what you guys have in mind

[alicenpai]

lost and found children stickers - coming soon... very happy to get some more original merch underway!! learn more about my ocs, if you want, sketch below + some lore tidbits!!

i would love to become more of an original artist over time but putting ocs out there feels like im running out into the world nude LMAO T__T my ocs are so personal to me, and i put pieces of myself in all of them, that it feels so nerve wracking to post.. one day a comic will come..

funnily enough i started this sheet back in june but didnt have time until off-con season to finish em.. i really want to be like those crazy oc creators with 129045894589 illustrations and little trinkets of ocs. soon. some lore: trent & terence are brothers, the twins are fraternal twins (smiles). also there IS a ship in here and once i get over my embarrassment of drawing ships it's gonna be so over for you all!! (joke) i was so brazen with ships pre-2019 but i cant draw it anymore T_T

-- some trivia that didn't make the cut, i was gonna turn this into an info sheet but i couldn't fit all this text in the layout. sorry the trivia is a bit snarky im in a big sam & max phase right now

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Melissa of Giacosa (name pending??) Age: 30 Height: 5'4" (WITH heels) Gender: F Occupation: Noble/ scholar/ philanthropist

Helpfulness: 5 Occultic knowledge: 5

A general people pleaser, and excellent at reading people, but sometimes the responsibilities are all too much… sometimes a girl just wishes to watch the world burn!

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Flynn & Nate of Medeis (real names unknown) Age: 17 Height: 5'6", 5'3" (respectively) Gender: M & F twins Birthday/Asc: Nov 25 (Sagittarius) Occupation: Travellers/ scholars

Luck: 1 Resourcefulness: 5

Uh oh… beware these theatre kids. As travelling magicians (LICENSED), they bring smiles and laughter to all throughout the land. No one really knows who they are, where they're from, or… how many germs they have.

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🎹

Terence Nightingale Age: 18 Height: 5'8" (looks shorter due to posture) Gender: M Birthday/Asc: Feb 11 (Aquarius) Occupation: Pianist

Fame: 5 Energy level: 2

Knowing the taste of fame at a young age, Terence now has to carry that burden into adult life. Will age turn prodigy into mediocrity? Will he be crushed under a piano? Will he let himself be sandwiched between twenty bedsheets and a pea?!?! Find out in the next exciting episode…

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🖋

Jack Lockhart Age: 25 Height: 5'7" Gender: M Birthday/Asc: Jan 3 (Capricorn) Occupation: Historian

Knowledge: 4 Strength: 4

With a sharp wit and tongue, and an even sharper blade, it might be best to steer clear of this one. Unfortunately, cats like him, so he never gets any peace, ever. --

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Noa (real name unknown) Age: 17 Height: 5'1" Gender: F Birthday/Asc: Oct 30 (Scorpio) Occupation: Seamstress

Scornful gaze: 5 Fashion sense: 5

The word "smile" does NOT exist in her vocabulary. Blending old trends with the new, Noa is an up-and-coming innovator in the world of textiles and fashion. But what tricks does she have up her sleeve… literally?

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Trent Nightingale Age: 25 Height: 6'2" Gender: M Birthday/Asc: Jun 1 (Gemini) Occupation: Biologist

Knowledge: 4 Gift of gab: 5

A rock that ties people together-type of personality, and tries to get along with everyone, maybe to his own detriment. Trent has an unassuming look, but is quite the scholar - he can often be seen with his nose in a book or scribbling away, disappointing those who vie for his attention more as a social butterfly.

[enapyen]

Here are Egos I created as D&D Gods :3

Here’s the order!

Actor (Ludius), Dark (Stygian), Unus & Annus, Precipice (Dave, from edge of sleep), Marvin (Medeis), Dr. Iplier (Auxilio), Author (Authari), Yancy, Anti (Proelium), and Google (Scientia).

TW for sh scars!

currently working on bing’s design, they’re so pretty 🤼 (i also disappeared for forever but yeah)

[guyofthing]

I really never tire of writing these three together

[thegreatyin]

important character lore: if the scoundrel had a theme it'd be we forgot we were human

[cecils-dragons]

How does Jester get along with the rest of the dragons?

Poorly, they are not socialized. They can and will bite anyone who is not Medeis including Damon, Medeis' boyfriend.

Just kidding no one is safe! Medeis also gets bites! Jester is lowkey feral.

(ignore how bad the second looks, I suddenly got a headache)

[keedva]

Zoe's night walk with Medei and Thayne 🤓📕

[izooks]

Trump sympathizer Pierce Morgan gets his ass handed to him by Medei Hassan 

[thewordswithini]

1. primum bellum

*first war

intro to my original story, inevitable

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The world opens up to land. Acres and acres of land.

The land is made up of soil, soil that spreads and rests underneath two nations, both sharing this foundation of earth.

Nature does not answer to either angelic or demonic affairs, instead trying to break past the walls of a conflict they had no conscious play in. Conflict, the thing of Heaven and Hell, Aurae and Gehenna. Nations that long ago, were not bound by hatred and ignorance.

“The creators never meant for us to be separated?”

A voice dared through the lecture taking place, or more so, a story being told. The other young eyes in the group zipped toward the boy, tail whipping back and forth as he blinked up at the man giving the lesson. He had made a habit of feeding their curiosity, a smile curling across his expression as he briefly patted the boy’s shoulder.

“No, they did not. But yet, here we are.”

“But aren’t angels, well– …Well–”

“Evil? Bad?”

It was easier for parents, demons raising other demons, to simply allow them to believe their enemies were the evil species from birth. The only alternative for many was to tell them that it was believed to be the other way around, something seemingly too cruel to tell those who’d just entered their world, not having a choice.

Still, Medeis would do as he could to gradually chip away at their far too malleable beliefs.

As he filled in the blank, the children returned with hesitant nodding, waiting for where this was leading as he chuckled. “Neither we nor angels are inherently evil, Castus. This is something you all have to remember.”

It wouldn’t be as simple, just telling them the truth he knew for himself, but it was still but a nudge in the right direction. For a few of the children, the statement really did seem to stick, slipping past their pointed ears as they exchanged glances with each other. It was why Medeis continued in his efforts, just to see that even minor spark sourcing from the gears turning behind their eyes.

“Confusing the children again?” Another voice, more aged compared to the small group, entered the clearing as Medeis’ gaze lifted. They were seated in the open, easy to spot with the youth circled around his legs as he himself sat on the edge of a statue’s foundation. It was the only statue in Gehenna, of what was believed to be the demons’ creator, an ancestor of King Solus and present long before his reign.

Stone tiles rest underneath the children, but they were soon ushered off, though gently enough. This left the woman and Medeis, who couldn’t help a toothy grin.

“Opertusa, you insult me.” He pretended to tsk, a wing shifting lightly nudge at one of hers as she sat beside him. “Confusing? Why not– educating?”

“Is that what you call it?” She hummed with a teasing look, no true malice in her tone. It was the tone of a friend who understood the other, even if she was more hesitant than he was. It was apparent in the lack of a returned nudge, sharp nails tapping against her leg.

“...I joke, but– What is the goal of telling them these things? The war, primum bellum, you act as if it happened for no reason at all.”

“There is always a way around war.”

She didn’t mean to scoff out loud, but it sounded no less than absurd. She stood to her feet, tail swishing behind her as she waved a sharp hand through the air. “So you believe Angel and Demon could live together, peacefully?”

“It would take a substantial collective effort, but–”

“Something that almost certainly will not happen?” Opertusa started to walk back toward the town area as Medeis sprung to his feet to follow behind, snagging at the book he’d set at his side. She carried herself with an almost untouchable sense of confidence, something he could only stumble after sometimes. It helped that she was usually willing to slow down for him, at least when she wasn’t annoyed.

There was a substantial amount of packed homes, mostly made out of stone or wood, and vendor stalls, each seller more desperate than the next as they passed. Reaching out, beckoning to buy their latest accessory or clothing item. Opertusa made clothing herself, brushing aside the curtain over the door to her shop before Medeis also slipped inside.

“Almost certainly.” He hummed proudly, earning a pointed look just before raising a hand. Words, practiced and natural over his tongue, fell from his lips as he made a slight shift of his hand. In time with his murmured chant, Opertusa’s appearance began to change, the ends of her previously straight hair curling and her horns growing thinner and longer in length. Her skin grew tougher and a deep purple, blending into a pure black to match her hair that spread a little ways past her fingertips.

She almost immediately seemed freer, hiding a sigh under her breath as she dragged a hand back through her hair. “Thank you, much better. The skin like yours feels far too— thin.”

“Should I be offended?” Medeis huffed while going to sit on a nearby stool, careful not to disturb the papers on the desk near him. They were littered with designs, all the right mix of simplicity and complexity. It was no wonder that she continued to find success. She insists her talents would still be dismissed if it wasn’t for her typical disguise, sparing her of the prejudice succubi and incubi face. The worst of it was he couldn’t fully say she was wrong.

She stepped across the inside of the shop, tidying up for when she would soon open. Even as she cleaned, she wore a small grin, the blanketing coal of her eyes flickering over to him. “If you’d like, but I meant no harm.”

Medeis thought to himself at times, did Opertusa know how beautiful she was? Whether what was truly her was concealed or not? Her unique poise made it seem like the answer was clear, but at times when she hurried for his magic to hide once more, the answer wavered. He, however, had no doubts, roses blooming against his cheeks as she went around the space.

She could feel him watching her, but didn’t return his look until she really had a reason to. She blinked, suddenly stopping in her pace and glancing over. “Oh. I almost forgot, King Solus was asking for you.”

“Ah… There are times I forget I work under him, you know.”

“An easy way to find yourself killed, I have to say. Aren’t you meant to be following him around, not me?” She was only teasing, chuckling even as he was back to his feet.

He rolled his eyes, tail coming around his side and curling just about a third of its length around her’s, a friendly custom. At the same time, he made a simple gesture to return her disguise. “You’re more cruel than any angel. I’ll meet with you later, my friend.”

She slinked her tail back after a short period, smiling over at him still as “thin” honeyed skin returned around her mouth. “Of course. Return in one piece.”

“I always do!”

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inevitable is a story of angels and demons living in a world post-their creators. inevitable is the name of the land between the nations of gehenna and aurae, roughly meaning hell and heaven in latin. solus, the ruler of hell, soon has to decide what the next course of action is when an angel is caught attempting to get into hell, stripped of his wings.

heavy greek (with greek mythology), ancient rome, medieval times and specifically a bit of latin architecture and language (also resonating from the roman empire) inspiration/influences! a work in progress :)

[upward-centrifuge]

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THEY ALL FINALLY HAVE NAMES AND CHUMHANDLES

most of the names will probably be changed but the chumhandles are almost all permanent and good. you should totally ask me about them.