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balmora-citizen · 23 days ago

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OK.

Here is the short version of the Amphibia Sleeper au. I am not a writer and never will be, so this is just the barebones "and then this happens..." version.

It starts with the episode Olivia & Junnan, except when Marcy and her moms reach the staircase no Andrias shows up. So they escape the basement and sneak through the castle. Here the newts realize a "slight" flaw in their escape plan: the castle is still flying. The box might be an option, but it's in the throne room where the king most likely is and the patrols are more numerous in that direction While Olivia is busy convincing Yunnan that "No, your cool three point landing is not going to work from this height. No we are not going to test it!" Marcy grabs one of the frobots the general stealth killed on their way here. She gets up in the robots cables and hot wires it's jetpack. Shortly after all three of them rocket out of the castle window holding on for dear life onto a frobot wreck, while Marcy tries her best to steer the thing by crossing wires. the fligth isn't elegant and the landing hard but they are still over the shallow water and get away with no injuries. Yunnan manages to land kind of gracefully and catches Olivia bridal style, Marcy faceplants of course. They make their escape and here we get to see the destruction that has befallen newtopia and the surrounding area, burning towns and villages, frobots capturing amphibians for the mines etc. they make their way through the wilderness, Yunnan is in her element hunting, Olivia seriously misses her "juice" and Marcy begins to recover more and more (but very pointedly avoiding the whole "I got betrayed by my isekai father and killed" situation). As to where to go next, they agree that it would probably be best to find Sasha and the toads, even if Marcy isn't keen on facing Sasha (who she is convinced must hate her) but agrees that she needs to let her know she is alive and they need allies. They head to the toad territories in hopes of finding signs of remnants of the toad rebel army or Sasha (they don't expect Sasha and Grime to go to Wartwood since they think they would want to find more soldiers and the village most likely has a big target on its back since Andrias has shown himself to be petty and vindictive)

so when captain Grime gets the letter from his sister, it ends with "oh and Grimothy I found one of your hummus thingys. I am supposed to tell your daughter and I quote 'I lived bitch!'"

(would Mar Mar be able to resist a meme even in a serious situation, probably not) so Sasha and Marcy reunite at Wartwood. It's complicated. Marcy feels guilty and is afraid of Sasha wrath and rejection. Sasha is immensely reliefed that Marcy is alive but is also still angry, she tries not to show it because she wants to turn over a new leaf but it's hard. A lot of her anger with Marcy is projection, since she is mostly angry at herself and how she acted in the past. The following weeks are full of avoidance and miscommunication, while they try to get the resistance going. Thanks to the situation they are in and with some council from their amphibian parents they are forced to get their act together and talk things out. It takes some time and there is a lot of things the two resistance leaders can do to avoid facing the music but eventually Sasharcy happens. With Sashas leadership skills and cleverness and Marcys tactical skills, ranger training and insider knowledge (she wasn't able to see through Andrias lies, but she still knows him and kicked his ass at flip wart) the resistance is doing much better than in Canon. Marcy tinkers with some frobot remains for makeshift lasers and some good old hacking. Sasha and her spar occasionally, so Marcy also gets some more meele experience (short sword, dagger, speer?). There are some arguments when it comes to field missions since Sasha doesn't want to risk Marcys safety, but Marcy of course insists on helping and fixing what she sees as her responsibility (she is forced to wear a heavier armor to avoid other stabbing incidents). Marcy also has to endure Grimes "what are your intentions with my daughter" speech much to Sashas embarrassment. Sasharcy also bond over "we both messed up with Anne" there are probably some realisations in THAT regard too. All in all those two working together are a menace and Andrias is not having a good time.

But eventually things start to go south. Missions turn into ambushes, outposts vanish, patrols get attacked, supplies in the base get sabotaged. Andrias must have someone on the inside and from the damage it must be someone high up in the command chain. Sasha and Marcy lose a lot of sleep trying to find the traitor. It is Grime who gets behind the truth first, he investigates on his own to keep his daughter safe and nearly gets himself killed in the process. Only Sasha accidentally walking in at the right moment safes him. The captain lies injured and unconscious on the floor and the only other person in the room is Marcy...

Sasha is of course shocked and confused. Marcy only grins "well well well looks like the killerpilla is out of the bag" and attacks. Sasharcy had spared before, Marcy has gotten quite good but Sasha had the edge and physical strength , so she starts to push her friend back. But things start to change, Marcy seems to get faster and stronger more and more as the figth drags on until Sasha is hard pressed to defend herself. Sasha resorts to a risky feint that should have disarmed her opponent, but Marcy twists around in a way a human body shouldn't, parries and grins widely. Sasha starts to realize and takes a step back asking with trembling voice: "Marcy?"

Her adversary chuckles: "Marcy? what are you talking about Sashy?"

She turns her head on the side

"Marcy is dead. You KNOW that. You saw her die."

The grin gets even wider

"You LET her die...!"

Sasha feels tears in her eyes and anger rising:

"What are you?"

"You may call us... Darcy"

Half a dozen Orange eyes burning like fire open in the face before Sasha. The commander screams in rage and lunges.

Here the story ends. The figth ends inconclusive, maybe Waybrigth loses an eye as is the custom. The resistance has to evacuate from a frobot attack that starts as the same time as the duel and takes serious damage. Sasha escapes and has to face Darcy several times in the future. She doesn't know if Marcy is dead, possesed or if this Darcy thing is a shapeshifter. What she also doesn't know is that it really was Marcy up to the figth when the core activated, the sabotage was done subconscious, like sleepwalking. But Sasha cannot be sure how much, if any of their talks and affection have been real or a cruel and elaborate deception.

#amphibia #amphibia au #amphibia fanfic #writing #fanfiction #well sort of #if we are being generous #marcy wu #sasha waybright #darcy wu #sasharcy #resistance sasharcy #sleeper au #my stuff

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breezypunk · 1 year ago

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Welcome to my blog! Here you can find all the things I post about (and I post a lot, it's a blessing but mostly a curse). You've been warned.

I'm a 20 something year old whose addicted to caffeine and cyberpunk 2077. You will find mostly CP77 content on this blog, but I also post Good Omens, which is my comfort show. We also shit post here. You get a little bit of everything when you come to my page. (You're sure to leave with a chronic case of whiplash).

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TAGS: OC's

Here are the links to all my tags. Starting from my most used and beloved tags.

My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Vaughn Leblanc. He is as precious to me as precious comes, he's all over my page, he is my number one, my main squeeze, my kiddo. ♥

2. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Maggie Borden. My best girl, and while I do have a few Fem V's running around NC, Maggie will always have my heart.

3. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, Layn AKA Mercy. Originally created for mod refit purposes, she quickly grew on me and I've loved her dearly since. She's also the only OC who can put up with Johnny Silverhand, and also put him in his place.

4. My Cyberpunk 2077 OC, JV AKA Jared V. I wanted another male OC, and JV kind of appeared in my lap and I fell in love instantly. He's around, lurking in the shadows a lot, but he's there. ;)

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TAGS: Ships

My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Golden Hues. Originally called "disaster boyfriends" and for good reason. I refuse to tag that old ship name xD and don't you go looking for it either. Romantic partners, Goro Takemura & my OC Vaughn Leblanc. Running the Badlands together like the coolest nomads you ever did see. (My ship heavily leans Nomad Goro, with some occasional downtime in the city). My #1 ship, and my most cherished ship yet. They own my heart entirely. ♥

2. My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Rebels With A Cause. Romantic partners, Johnny Silverhand & my OC Mercy. I don't have a whole lot in their ship tag right now, hoping to change that soon with my growing love for Johnny. These two are insane (affectionate).

3. My Cyberpunk 2077 Ship, otp: Knives Out. A fairly new ship involving Patricia from Maelstrom & my OC, Maggie Borden. Also not many photos, but they will be appearing more often very soon ^_^ These two can be seen around Northside, probably covered in blood, probably carrying at least 2 knives on them at all times. Opposites also couldn't attract anymore than with these two.

TAGS: Mods

Here you can find the link to my google drive where all my mods lie peacefully. These are way older, mainly replacer mods, some decor/prop stuff. The google drive is no longer being updated as I don't make replacer mods anymore, but it's there in case you want to go snooping ;p

Here is the link to my nexus page, where all my current mods are, up and active and partying away.

Lastly, in collaboration with Anrui, my modding partner, all of our mods can be found here. I've linked our atelier, there you can find everything we've made so far. Plenty more will be added :)

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COMMISSION INFO:

Screenshot commissions are open indefinitely. Here you can find the info that will tell you everything you need to know, including example shots, just so you have an idea of what my style is and if you're interested. :)

Examples: (Full size on google doc).

More misc. tags under the cut ♥

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TAGS: AU's

I've made a few AU's involving Vaughn & Goro. I've had so much fun making them, and more may be coming. But here are my favorites.

Zombie AU: Fallout 2077

Corpo AU: Omerta/Vampire AU

Street kid AU: Dreamer

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TAGS: Picrews & Tag Games

Picrews

Tag Games

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TAG: Random Moments Series

A small series of short photosets consisting of Vaughn and Goro's daily lives and how it brings them closer together. ♥

Random Moments tag

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Tag: Photostories

I'm a huge whore for photostories, I make a lot, it gives me joy and it puts my creativity to the test. Some are short, some are long, but they all have special meaning to me. I'm super proud of all of these and I can't wait to completely fill this tag up.

Tag: Breezy's Photostories (note: I made more than what is tagged, sometimes I forget to tag it with this, oops..)

If I left out anything I will be sure to edit. I just really wanted to properly make this post, mainly for me, but for anyone else who might be interested.

#personal #tag: breezy's diary #cyberpunk 2077 #tags #oc: vaughn leblanc #goro takemura #oc: mercy #oc: maggie borden #johnny silverhand #maelstrom patricia #tag: shippy stuff #otp: golden hues #otp: knives out #otp: rebels with a cause #my stuff #-#this was long overdue #I'm gonna try to make my tumblr perty but I highly doubt that's gonna work xD #long post

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ilovebeingcringe · 2 days ago

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Just putting this here for context about the lore of tmnt oc I have on TikTok 👀 This is ridiculously long sorry 🙃

Full name: Nicolette Hoffman

Ethnicity: German American

Languages: English, German, Russian, Spanish, French, Japanese

Age: 16

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 142 Ibs.

Skin color: Pale

Eye color: Green

Hair color/style: Hot pink, emo fringe, pixie cut

Personality: Very unhinged, risky and borderline insane, but an incredibly smart prodigy and very skilled mixed martial artist. She has a cocky and prideful personality and almost never takes anything seriously. She's disciplined and wise beyond her years and can give good advice when asked for it, but mostly stays on the sidelines and watches things go down instead of intervening. She loves to crack jokes and push people's buttons. Getting her to take something seriously would require doing something that'd really make her mad. She secretly hates herself for many reasons and tries not to attach herself or tie herself down to anyone. She's afraid, more than anything, of making a connection only for it to fall apart.

Backstory: Nikki's parents were both overachievers and highly respected people. Her father was a very famous German MMA fighter and a war hero. He was seen as an inspiration to all. Her mother was one of the smartest biochemists in the U.S. and has received many rewards for discovering and creating new cures for the incurable. While Nikki wasn't as well known as her parents, her mom and dad were seen as picture perfect and the ideal couple. But in reality Nikki lived an unhealthy home life and her parents treated her horribly. They wanted to continue upholding their family name once Nikki was old enough and expected her to be just as smart, strong and skilled as both of them combined. Nikki's father-who was also secretly a mob boss-put her through cruel, torturous daily training on top of constant stressful studying and high education levels, insisted by her cold, workaholic mother. Nikki was expected to train and study every second of everyday. Throughout Nikki's training, her father had her come with him to and from Germany for many years of her life to participate in underground training programs that involved putting Nikki through insanely dangerous expeditions and assignments. She was forced to do terrible things that she's still ashamed of that include murder and theft and she thinks of herself as a monster. With the constant stress and pressure, her mental health had deteriorated the older she got and she would often rebel against and lash out at her parents. As a troubled teen wanting attention from her parents-whether it be good or bad-Nikki quickly grew to find immense joy in the reactions she'd get from them. She'd dye her hair, wear crazy clothes and purposely start fights. Ashamed of their daughter, Nikki's parents would keep her hidden from media.

She took advantage of her knowledge and education, using what she learned as the daughter of a biochemist, to create her own poisoness weapons. This included jelly pellets laced with chemicals that she'd shoot her enemies with, using black and pink guns she built herself. They can burn through solids, explode, stick to things, blind people, etc. Or they can just hurt really bad and feel like a punch in the face. She also had many small hidden, custom, poison-based weapons she created, hidden within her utility belt. Which is why she wears her gas mask and goggles-so she can protect herself. Her main weapon she used for hand to hand combat was a spiked mallet.

When Nikki was 13, the Kraang discovered her mother's work as a scientist and wanted to use her for testing. They broke into her family's home and kidnapped Nikki's mother, leaving her father distraught and spiraling. Because the police weren't any help, he went out of his way to look for Nikki's mom himself. He sent Nikki to live her aunt in the meantime. Her dad completely stopped contacting her and went missing while on his journey. Unbeknownst to Nikki, both her parents died at the hands of Kraang.

Nikki's aunt on the other hand hated her father and disowned him several years prior. She wasn't prepared to take care of Nikki and couldn't get over how much she looked like her dad. Her aunt was a successful multimillionaire and ceo, who was always busy and often traveling. She thought it'd be a bad situation for both of them if she had to drag Nikki along with her, so her best alternative was to buy her old apartment in NYC for Nikki to live in. She'd send money, taking care of all of Nikki's expenses while expecting Nikki to take care of herself. If Nikki's aunt was ever asked to be present for any important events-such as a parent/teacher conference for school-her aunt would have her assistant substitute in her place.

Nikki spent the next two years in her new home learning how to take care of herself and attending the same school as April and Casey. She was often outcasted due to her insane behavior and scary personality, as well as rebellious tendencies that none of the staff had any patience for. Meanwhile, Nikki was secretly taking after her father's poor decisions and was looking for her parents herself. As much as she hated the way they treated her, she was still a conflicted teenager and they were the only family she had. She didn't want to be alone in NYC any longer than she needed to. After hearing many rumors about mutants hiding in the city, Nikki went undercover as a secret assassin who'd take up jobs from underground gangs and businesses, such as the Foot Clan, Don Vizioso, the Purple Dragons, etc. She'd use this persona to sneak around and gather any information she could find about the Kraang.

In the earlier seasons, when Karai was still considered Shredder's daughter, Karai-impatient and vengeful-secretly hired Nikki behind Shredder's back to stalk the turtles and uncover their secret base. The turtles wound up catching Nikki stalking them, and tried fighting her off. Nikki, however, was too skilled for them. She found immense joy in teasing them and pushing their buttons, while avoiding their hits and punches. As they fought, she mocked and ridiculed them while cracking wise jokes until they'd blow a gasket. After being beaten, the turtles ended up having to retreat and run away to their lair before Nikki could catch them in time. She was intrigued and very interested in the fact that they were mutants, thinking they could somehow be connected to the Kraang, and wanted to continue secretly working under Karai so she could learn more about them. Nikki eventually became one of the turtles many regularly known villains. She loved getting a rise out of them and taunting them until they'd lose their tempers. This led to Master Splinter teaching them the importance of patience and control and that it's best not to give Nikki a reaction. After lots of practicing and planning they finally defeated Nikki and caught her with April and Casey. They tied her up and interrogated her in an abandoned warehouse, which Nikki did not take seriously in the slightest.

April and Casey were both fascinated and surprised that their classmate was a full-fledged assassin. Nikki was more than capable of escaping, but humored them anyway and took the situation as an opportunity to learn more about the turtles and possibly getting information on the Kraang. After lots of back and forth, they finally dropped the bomb on her of their knowledge about the Kraang. Nikki demanded that they gave her more information, immediately standing up from the chair she was tied to, that she had already secretly escaped from prior. They refused however and tried to fight her back, only for her to immediately fight them off and run away so she could gather more intel. They were all very confused and curious. As one of her peers, April felt empathetic and suggested they tried befriending her. Casey and the turtles immediately dejected the idea though.

Weeks later, while sneaking around in a Kraang base to look for data that Donnie needed, the turtles, April, and Casey ran into Nikki who also managed to find the base. There was lots of back and forth bickering, as Nikki didn't want to admit she was there to look for her parents to a bunch of strangers, until April and Leo convinced everyone to stop arguing so they wouldn't get caught. They convinced Nikki to work together with them so they could all find what they were looking for. Reluctantly Nikki and everyone else agreed. After lots of sneaking around they found a computer room to hack into and look through all the Kraang's files. Nikki couldn't help but antagonize Donnie and compare their knowledge and hacking skills with each other, boasting how much smarter she is than him.

Donnie eventually found the data he needed and gathered it in a specialized usb he made as Nikki continued looking through all the files of the humans the Kraang had captured and used over the years. In doing so, she discovered under both her parent's files that they were dead. They were all surprised and slightly impressed upon discovering that she was the daughter of two very famous and highly respected people who went missing two years ago. April, who genuinely felt bad, tried to console Nikki, but Nikki snapped back at her and everyone else. She felt dejected, angered and enrage. Nikki and the turtles went back to bickering. She scolded them on their nosiness and prying, insisting she told them over and over that her intentions with the Kraang were none of their business. They argued back that she was a sketchy assassin and they needed to know what she was up to. They're arguing alerted nearby Kraang droids which led to them

getting cornered. Nikki's rage for her parents and psychotic risk-taking tendencies overcame her and she fought the droids single-handedly. Her skills and bravery allowed her and the turtle crew to escape the base safely. However, after they escaped, the many hits and blows Nikki took all caught up to her at once and she collapsed from exhaustion and pain. April insisted that they should help Nikki with a strong and firm-toned lecture about their petty rivalry, and the turtles finally gave in and brought Nikki to their base to ask Master Splinter to help heal her.

Nikki woke up after a few hours in the dojo, surprised and on edge, only relaxing after being given a brief explanation as to what happened. Knowing she owed them for saving her, Nikki reluctantly explained what happened to her parents and what she was doing in NYC. They all empathized with her and offered their friendship. Nikki was very hesitant to get close with anyone, but felt inclined to accept their truce anyway, brushing them off as "acquaintances" instead.

After a few years of being close "acquaintances" fighting along side each other, etc. Nikki gradually grew closer to the crew and developed relationships with each of them. She spent a lot of time with Donnie in his lab-much to his dismay-constantly teasing and tormenting him, while silently watching the strange love triangle between him, April and Casey on the sidelines. She felt very conflicted and uneasy upon discovering her little crush she had on April as well, but never intervened, knowing it would only make things more complicated. She also was too hesitant starting a romantic relationship with anyone, afraid it'd conflict with her traumatic past and self-hatred, on top of her constant fear of losing more of her loved ones. Over time, Master Splinter became somewhat of a father figure to Nikki as he was the only adult she ever encountered who had enough patience, care and understanding for her.

Throughout even more time, Nikki slowly let her walls down, letting the weird little bunch of mutants become a more integral part of her life. Through a very slow burn, she and April eventually began a relationship and Nikki eventually considered the rest of the turtle crew as the loving family she never had.

#tmnt oc #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 oc #oc x canon

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coasting-on-a-wave-of-apathy · 6 days ago

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Vampire Legacy Rewrite

This is a rewrite of @simbonez Shadow Moon Legacy challenge, mostly done to bring it up to modern packs, and to make a bit more sense with my particular play style. This isn't my original challenge (though I did create generation 6), so this may not make the most sense, but I tried my best to recreate it with its original vibes, and to keep it interesting! (i'm only really posting this for the sake of easy access to it on my part, so I might end up un-uploading it, especially if its thought to be in poor taste).

I haven't play tested this yet, so let me know if there is any conflicts in any of the rules!

Base rules:

Whenever a 'coven' is mentioned, use the get together clubs to represent these.

Max out careers and skills (unless it is mentioned to be unnecessary)

Play on any lifespan you wish

Every generation must be a vampire

You do not have to have children with a vampire in every generation (unless stated otherwise), but for the sake of keeping generation 6 interesting, I would say stick to either vampiric or human blood for whoever you choose to have children with

No generation has a set gender

I have given each generation a set colour, but this is just for fun and not something you have to stick to!

Generation 1 - The Founder (Red)

You're a sim that's obsessed with everything vampiric. Growing up, you where always ambitious, wanting to have power anyway you could. And know you know just how you'll do it - and how you'll maintain your success for generations to come.

Aspiration: Vampire family

Traits: Ambitious, Self-Absorbed, Insider

Career: None

Skills: Painting, Writing, Gardening

Goals:

Live in forgotten hollow

Must start as a human sim and be turned into a vampire

Build your fortune using without any employment (as immortals need to remain unknown from the human world)

Have at least two biological children, and bring in at least two people into your vampire family (through turning)

Paint a portrait of each person in your coven (through reference paintings)

Generation 2 - The Successor (Purple)

Being brought up in a large family meant there was plenty competition, and you are no stranger to attempting to please your parents and their expectations. You vow to become the leader of your familial coven, no matter who you have to step on to get there.

Aspiration: Master Vampire

Traits: Perfectionist, Snob, Proper

Career: Military

Skills: Logic, Pipe Organ, Fitness

Goals:

Live in forgotten hollow

Become the leader of your coven

Marry a 'Pureblood' vampire (one that was not turned, but born as a vampire)

Have at least two children, the first will be your 'false heir'

Give your first born child the most attention (gain top friendship with them, mentor them in skills, etc.)

Have a negative relationship with the generation 3 child

Generation 3 - The Rebel (Green)

You grew up in your older siblings shadow, and whilst it's what you're used to, it's certainly something you're not happy about. Your family's lack of attention to you at the expense on their heir made you resentful, and you decide to leave, and resolve to live your life as far away from them as possible. Suddenly, you can understand why the humans call your nature a curse.

Aspiration: Good vampire

Traits: Socially Awkward, Gloomy, Good

Career: Gardener

Skills: Gardening, Charisma, Cooking

Goals:

Leave forgotten hollow

Never feed from humans

Marry a human

Grow a cowplant

Keep your vampirism a secret from your spouse and children (practically, there is no way to do this, so just avoid feeding or using powers in front of them, do not take weakness that are visible to them, and do not go in the sunlight)

Generation 4 - The Icon (Yellow)

After your young adult birthday, you are informed of your parent's occult origins. This peaks your interest, and you being to explore where you came from. You find one of the worst sights imaginable - a bunch of people who still dress like they're in the 1800s! Makeover, stat!

Aspiration: Neighborhood Confidante

Traits: Outgoing, Creative, Party Animal

Career: Style influencer

Skills: Vampire lore, Dancing, Charisma

Goals:

Give 10 vampires (excluding your parent) a makeover after becoming friends with them

Release your parent from their immortality by creating the vampire cure and gifting it to them

Throw a party every week

Have at least one child that isn't parented by your partner

Generation 5 - The Recluse (Grey)

You grew up surrounded by many extravagant - and very loud - people, and frankly, you've always hated it. You much prefer the company of animals, and you pledge your immortal life to helping them. Oh, and to owning as many animals as possible - especially cats.

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Traits: Loner, Cat Lover, Hates Children

Career: Veterinarian

Skills: Pet training, Horse Riding, Handiness

Goals:

Always own at least two pets, and one of those has to be a cat

Run a night vet

Always repair broken items manually, never replace them

Place in the horse championship (I've never played with this pack, so this may change)

Only have relationships with people that have some sort of 'Animal Lover' trait (Cat, Dog, Horse, Animal Enthusiast, etc.)

Only have one child

Generation 6 - The Curious (Blue)

Growing up surrounded by animals, you crave the company of others desperately. But your interest becomes peaked by the idea of the occult, and of meeting others that are like you - vampiric or otherwise. And with these newfound friends, comes a desire to better the world.

Aspiration: Friend of the world

Traits: Outgoing, Adventurous, Freegan

Career: Civil Designer

Skills: Medium, Selvadoradian culture, Fabrication

Goals:

Marry and have a child with an occult that isn't a vampire

Become good friends with one of every occult type

Restore Sulani to its former glory

Live in a haunted house your whole adult life

Generation 7 - The Gifted (Orange)

A child with many talents, you grew up split between worlds. You never felt at home in either occult worlds of your parents, especially with your particularly selfish wants. You let life move you along, content to not have a strong impact upon this world. Overall, you just want to left alone to fill your days with interesting things - like play your guitar, and your child.

Aspiration: Musical Genius

Traits: Unflirty, music lover, lazy

Career: Salary person - you do not have to max this career

Skills: Guitar, DJ mixing, Video Gaming

Goals:

Stay single your whole life (never marry, live with or possess a partner)

Have one child

Stay out of the spotlight your whole life

Write seven songs, never publish them

Gain the indoorsy lifestyle

Gen 8- The Mother (Pink)

Growing up you where the apple of your parent's eye. You had everything you ever wanted. However, due to an accident - blamed on your muddy occult origins - at a young age, you can never bear children. You insist that you will spend your life caring for all those with similar origins, trying to give them the love you experienced from your parent.

Aspiration: Successful lineage

Traits: Childish, Erratic, Neat

Career: Education

Skills: Wellness, Parenting, Knitting

Goals:

Bear no biological children (you can have pregnancies, but none can be carried to term)

Have at least 3 adopted children of various occult origins (no humans allowed)

Always wear dresses

Volunteer at least once a week

Never reveal how you obtained your heir to anyone, even themselves (whether that be through magical conjuring - like through the wishing well - or through adoption or any other means)

Gen 9 - The Engima (Black)

No one really knows where you came from. Adopted, found in the wild, or maybe even made of pure magic? No one knows, and your mother certainly won't tell. But no one really trusts you, or your mysterious origins, so you often wonder if there is a reason for your existence. However, you find that you have a natural talent for all the things found in the darkness - whether that be Mischief or even vampiric lore. A secret vampire coven takes you under their wing, and you never have to look back.

Aspiration: Leader of the Pack

Traits: Evil, Family-Orientated, Active

Career: Criminal

Skills: Vampire lore, Mischief, Mixology

Goals:

Leave your family unit and have negative relationships with them after reaching adulthood

Always own 2 'guard' dogs

Own a home that is valued over £200,00 simoleons

Marry a coworker

Best best friends with your heir (until they reach the teen lifestage)

Generation 10- The Fairytale (White)

Being brought up in a tight-knit coven wasn't the greatest for your love life, and despite how open your parent has been about their job and your eventual role in their coven, you've only ever cared to keep your head in a book. You've always wished for someone to whisk you away from this life, and into one of true romance. But when faced with your perfect match, can you maintain that fantasy?

Aspiration: Soulmate

Traits: Jealous, Romantic, Bookworm

Career: Romantic consultant

Skills: Romance, Piano, Writing

Goals:

Have top grades throughout school

Run away from home as a teen with a partner

Break up with your first partner after aging up into a young adult

Marry and then divorce at least once

Do not marry your permanent partner until you are an elder

Write a book for every romance you have

#sims 4 #sims 4 challenge #shadow moon legacy #sims 4 shadow moon legacy #sims 4 challenge rewrite

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pateredere · 9 months ago

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ayo what's poppin it's gemma here ( s/h, 21+ ) & i am so beyond excited for opening day! i'll be writing for the park i canon, park jeongho, the mayor's son & current chairman of the urban construction committee! i've got a ton more info under the cut ( mild tw for abuse ) cause as usual i haven't learnt to shut my trap but if you're at all keen to plot with me please hit that LIKE button! would definitely prefer d*scord but i can do tumblr ims too ( just afraid of the shadowban ya kno )! but yes tysm mwah!

speaking directly to my sisters in the church of astrology he's a scorpio sun ( mysterious n evil coded basically ) / taurus moon ( craves stability ) / cap rising ( hardworking & efficient lil bastard ) so yeah he's a bit mad to say the least

only child of park jeongwon, the current mayor! to understand jeongho you need to understand a little bit about the parks, but essentially every way in which they move comes with a political agenda so it's no surprise that his parents' marriage is fully a political arrangement! the point of the marriage was to sire an heir and once jeongho was born his mom peaced the fuck out of parenting and went on her merry way living as the jobless wife of the wealthiest man in town! she probably had intended to care for jeongho to some degree but she peaced out honestly for survival ( more on that in the next dot point )

that said jeongho was brought up almost entirely by his father and what i mean by that is he was brought up by the help and criticised often by his father. jeongwon in a nutshell is a smart man honestly prodigy level smart ( think one of those kids who don't study and gets 100% on a test cause the answer is just "common sense" ) with zero empathy so what you get is a grating narcissist who thinks they're better than einstein and he expects no less of his son! most of jeongho's childhood was his father asking for jeongho's test scores and when it's not up to par he just gets smacked and berated and called an idiot kid and honestly he's not much nicer to his wife which is why she made herself scarce

that was essentially the entirety of jeongho's childhood and it lends to his ocpd which he developed at a relatively young age! most people mistake it for ocd but it's really not that he just has an extreme obsession with perfectionism, order and control so he gets irrationally upset when things are not absolutely perfect like everything in his wardrobe is colour-coded and organised by attire type and everyone needs to wash their hands before interacting with him and the help must clean the parts of the house that any human walks through so yeah it's honestly pretty bad but in typical ocpd style he sees no issue with this and thinks other people are just lazy and unclean

anyway as per usual after high school he fucks off to the army and serves in the navy! he chose the navy mostly because jeongho had found goero's ocean to be really calming and had spent a lot of his youth swimming there when he needed to escape his dad! it's when he's in the army that he finds out his cousin passes which honestly is a shame because he liked jeongbin but at the end of the day jeongho wasn't really super close to him so it was kind of whatever

...which explains why he decides it's a good idea to scoop the late jeongbin's girlfriend and attempt to marry her!? as i said everything the parks do is politically motivated and there is no better political move frankly than to marry a yang to combine the park and yang assets so like sorry jeongbin but yeah! outside of those positives jeongho also frankly wanted to marry yang to "win" over his father in terms of choosing a spouse cause obviously his father did not marry a yang ( now's a good time to slip in that this father and son duo are constantly in competition ) and this was really his first ever rebel moment against his dad ( which if you think about it is pretty pathetic )

until his fiance jilted his ass at the altar so now he's the laughing stock of the town and his father is the striking image of mother gothel! after this whole bout jeongho finally and painfully admits that he's lost in this competition with his dad and he is most definitely dumber than his dad and so from here on out he just does everything his control freak of a dad says

father says go to uni so he fucks off to get an undergrad polsci degree then his dad tells him to marry one of his lackey's daughters so he can maintain control over jeongho AND his wife so he fucks off and proposes to shin and now with the land developers coming into goero his dad tells him to run for chairman of the urban construction committee so jeongwon can fully wash his hands of this land developer business ( importantly, he wants jeongho to put a stop to it and make sure no one sells ) so off he goes and that's the reason why he's currently chairman of said committee

cho jiyeon. as said, jeongwon is a really grating man who puts a lot of pressure on his son and constantly berates and belittles him whenever he doesn't get things done and what his father simply cannot understand is how the land developers are still in goero and chalks it up to how useless jeongho is. jiyeon continually bothers the parks and reminds jeongwon that she's still here and jeongho gets yelled at like he's fifteen again and at some point while jiyeon's talking her head off and says something mildly condescending to a "country boy" like him he realises that things would be so much easier if she just... disappeared. anger gets the best of him and you know how the rest of that story goes

anyway yeah jeongho is an absolute asshole sure but he's genuinely not a psychopath so what happened with jiyeon haunts him heaps but he tries his very best to move past it and live life as though she genuinely skipped town but yeah! few years pass and it becomes easier and now we're all caught up!

ok this was so long like you can stop here if you want below is just a bit about his personality / what to expect in interactions with him! also i don't have any plot ideas mostly because it's a skeleton rp and i feel like his relationship with each canon is unique given the political scene and stuff so generic plot ideas are kinda hard but yeah!

ok so personality-wise i would say that given his dad has drilled into him how useless and stupid he is jeongho is very aware that he is not the sharpest tool in the shed so he honestly is willing to hear people out when they talk to him! don't get me wrong he's definitely proud but he's not proud enough to think that he doesn't need anyone's help because he knows all kings have their advisors and he needs them! no shame in the game! ( also to clarify he's not actually stupid he's probably more just the type of person that gets good grades because he works hard and is organised and does all his assignments before it's due and not the type that gets up the day of the assignment due date and does it within an hour and gets a high distinction for it )

his father is also a really grating man to everyone else because he is smart so he thinks he doesn't need anyone cause everyone's suggestions are always dumb compared to him and his father often burns bridges but! because jeongho is aware of his weaknesses he is not that type of person so while he may feel a certain way about you he definitely is the sort to put on a polite enough facade! one thing he tends to do is the compliment sandwich where he can say something insulting in a not-totally-aggressive way and with a smile then sandwich it between normal conversation to make you think wait... did he just insult me or did i hallucinate it? maybe he just doesn't realise how he's coming across because of his upbringing? yeah

also to tack onto all this he is a very efficient guy and a proud workaholic ( also thanks to his ocpd ) so you'll see in interactions with him that he tends to move rather fast and speak rather direct and just operates at practically 2x speed! very much a say something useful or don't say anything at all type of person and he can be rather dismissive if he feels the conversation is not going to be fruitful within the first few sentences

also re: his ocpd things have to exist in a certain order and he expects a level of perfectionism always and there's a certain set of rules that you may need to learn especially if you're interacting with him frequently ( applies more to people who live and work with him )

all of this is about work but of course jeongho does lighten up from time to time! he has a group of friends who honestly it's questionable if they like him or his status but i imagine jeongho's life is something like the truman show where you have so much power that people are often pandering to you and you just think everyone is like that cause you're great when in reality they want something from you! but point is he does hang out and drink and fuck a lot and he's uhm certainly not loyal to his wife so there's that! will say though that he is very picky about the company he keeps and the people who know the "real" him

#𝐢𝐯. OUT OF CHARACTER.#eldrtch:int

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ofxlilac · 7 months ago

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(ben levin) [THE FIREBRAND]. Please welcome RHYS BENNETT (HE/HIM] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [35]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [BARTENDER AT SAMMIE'S PLACE]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive

NAME: Rhys Bennett AGE: 35 BIRTHDATE: April 15 SIGN: Aries LABEL: The Firebrand - a person who can be quite dogmatic and typically rebels. they stir up conflict and can be considered the troublemaker. GENDER: Cis male ORIENTATION: bisexual, bi-romantic PROFESSION: Bartender at Sammie's place LOCATION: Huntsville

PHYSICAL

HAIR: dark brown, can appear lighter in some instances EYES: hazel HEIGHT: 6’0″ MARKINGS: a tattoo of an ace card on his right forearm.

FAMILY

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single SIBLINGS: none PARENTS: deceased (because they are dead to him)

SKILLS

Hunter more than a gatherer.

PHYSICAL PROWESS: he’s athletic and muscular, he can kick ass if you really test him. likes to run a lot and kickbox. ABILITIES: pretty good at being stealthy, he has a bit of a con artist background. often gets in trouble. he can pickpocket really well. SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, and Italian. HOBBIES: he has a habit of visiting the gardens, and looking at architecture and landscape. he would also be one of the people that looks for supplies, food, and equipment.

TRAITS

POSITIVE: cunning, intelligent, adaptive, loyal NEGATIVE: assertive, impulsive, indifferent, blunt

PREFERENCES

COLORS: mostly neutral colors, dark grey, black, navy blue. SMELLS: the scent of woodchips, cigarettes, and the smell of baked goods. DRINKS: any alcohol FOOD: tries all kinds of food.

OTHER

FUN FACTS: likes to see a mess of a storm, or when the weather calls for advisory. BASICALLY DESTRUCTION. he’s not the type to easily be swayed, so any attempt to impress him won’t work. unless the person is really wild like a daredevil. favorite color is navy blue.

CHARACTERS:

MOVIE CHARACTER: Twilight - Emmett Cullen Spiderman - Eddie Brock The Punisher - Frank Castle TRIGGERS : none

BIO - TW mentions smoking and hunting.

Growing up in the household of his family was not easy, it was a well-structured and concise family. He grew up in Missouri, Kansas city. Nothing was out of place, nothing could be said wrong of the member of the family. However, what goes behind closed doors, remains within. Rhys was the only child, the prime example of what not to have. Every day his father would make notes to remind him that he was nothing compared to him. While his mother was for appearances, his father only showed command, and strict rules. His childhood consisted of discipline. He wanted a son that was educated, smart, and poised. All things that Rhys was not. he was in fact rebellious, smoked cigarettes, and failed in all his courses. He was considered weak in his father's eyes.

it was as if rhys had to prepare everything, his mother was nowhere in sight and she ended up having an affair leaving them. rhys was just 10 years old. he practically raised himself after that. the tension and anger for his father built up over the years. high school was more for him to just let off steam. he'd have flings, hang out with the wrong crowd. college wasn't something he was going to go through with.

Not to mention hunting, a passion of his father to hunt animals and make a scene. There would be sounds of howling, of animals dying almost. One could say his father trained him to hunt, however that was not in the cards for someone like Rhys. So instead of staying in a town that was not for him, he wanted to travel away from his father. He hitched a ride and left town for good. he spent most of his time having fun, learning new styles of fighting, and living his life.

eventually this landed him in huntsville, and now he can't escape.

CONNECTIONS

Wild friend- open- someone that completely changed his life, for the better or worse? he does not know, nor does he care. the life he had left behind was forgotten, and he moved forward. this person would become someone he found himself confiding in, no matter their differences.

Enemy - he fights with this person, maybe enemies to something more? i'd like to see the tension, angst or just anger hash out?

Fling - no emotional attachment whatsoever, he does not seek a relationship. he merely uses your muse. Whenever he feels like it really.

Warm soul - perhaps your muse has something special about them that somewhat reminds rhys that people can be good. he may find himself showing something, a smile, but that is brief.

#huntsvilleintro #intro #intro: rhys #tw mentions of hunting #tw mentions of smoking

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gia-batmm-crickle22 · 1 year ago

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Patriarchs of the Nine Ruling Families (And Three Former Ruling Families)

Gonna talk about the Chiss Patriarchs of the Nine Ruling Families and Three Former Ruling Families. Some of these aren't OCs but the designs and personalities I'm giving are all non-canon soooo...

DISCLAIMER: Some personalities are off canon, kay? I'm very aware that they are, this is my take on them.

Nine Ruling Families:

First of: Patriarch Saarke of the Ufsa Family

He is usually the calm and collected one. And he's a traditionalist. He dislikes many things out of tradition. He doesn't have the strongest opinions on his rivalling families, but he treats the other Patriarchs with respect enough.

Next is Patriarch Zififirenc of the Irizi Family

He is the serious patriarch who cares only if protocol is being done correctly and smoothly with proper authorization. He can be quite a traditionalist himself but not as much. He doesn't fool around, hates lollygagging honestly

Next is Patriarch Kloirvursi of the Dasklo Family

He is light-hearted and usually open to new traditions but sticking close to old ones firmly. He is one of the wisest among the Patriarchs and is willing to give advice to them whenever necessary, or if it is in terms of either adding a new tradition. He dislikes breaking an old tradition, however.

Next is Patriarch Rivlex of the Clarr Family

He is an intelligent one, usually the one whose skills are tested in terms of solving the economic crisis of the Ascendancy. Though his skills are great, some still doubt his intelligence, but he shrugs off those doubts and murmurs about him and just decides to help if he wants to.

Next is Patriarch Furfursi or the Chaf Family

He is very vain and mostly cares about his fit in an event or so. He usually organizes the Ascending balls and is always seen to make sure everyone will look gorgeous enough to appear but never out stage him. He always had the tendency to steal the spotlight in any gathering and will immediately be an enemy of anyone who steals his spotlight.

Next is Patriarch Khtrinek of the Plikh Family

He isn't that much into tradition as the others are, though he is still accustomed to specific traditions. He speaks empty from time to time, barely showing emotion while he speaks and is most of the time lurking around planets when he has no duties to fulfil.

Next is Patriarch Ilarga of the Boadil Family

He strictly cares for property damage and worth than traditions. He makes sure that all of the allies of his family have the finest of the finest, and he hates anyone who even attempts to damage any of the properties he sends to his people and his allies. He has a strong dislike for his rival families, however, but says nothing about it usually.

Next is Patriarch Thooraki of the Mitth Family

He is usually a non-traditionalist, though he still respects tradition as much as a he could. He is a little Rebel from the strict traditions that he longed and usually breaks out from. He almost never raises his voice, but when he does, it sends shivers down the spines of his enemies and rivals enough to clamp their mouths shut.

Next is Patriarch Iceesat of the Obbic Family

He is a non-traditionalist to the core and the youngest among the Patriarchs. He constantly breaks his boundaries as a Patriarch and is seen prioritizing to style his hair more than care about his clothes or appearances. He is especially open to alien interactions, much more open and energetic and outgoing than the other Patriarchs

Former In The Ruling Families

This is Patriarch Yokado of the Coduyo Family

He is a traditionalist of his own family and usually keeps to himself. His words are soft and quiet, even as he argued. He is the only Patriarch to never lose his temper (yet) and is by far the only one approachable if the other Patriarchs throw a hissy fit in front of children.

Next is Patriarch Lamiov of the Stybla Family

He is a straight forward one who is always open to new traditions and suggestions. He tends to break some traditions and can be seen usually out of his Mansion rather than staying indoors. He immerses himself with nature at the most, allowing things to happen as they should and only giving little to no comment unless necessary.

Lastly, we have Patriarch Lakencill of the Xodlak Family

He is a bitter, self-centred Chiss who often challenges the opinions of the other Patriarchs. He is the oldest among them, but he doesn't use his knowledge to provide any sorts of wisdom. Instead, he wails and scowls, always claiming that the Xodlak Family should have stayed in the ranks of the Nine Ruling Families.

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vermakesthings · 7 months ago

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Druid's

I will refer to "nature" as the living aspects of nature, even though nature also refers to things like thunderstorms, unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Druid's are another race just like the Werebeasts that were used as janissaries and revolted. Druids were typical humans, taken by the god who enslaved them and changed to be more in tune with nature. They can eat any biological matter and gain nutrients from it, it is common to spot them casually taking a bite out of a tree branch. They do not get sick from any sort of infection, or parasite. They are about three times as strong as a mortal when surrounded by living nature, so trees, beasts, etc. When in a less natural environment- a human village, for example- they are much less strong than a human, and if they spend a few days there they will be put into a coma. They won't die from this alone, though if not returned to nature and consciousness or fed they will end up dying of thirst. Druid's are incredibly weakened in underground locations. Entering a cave is likely to put them in a coma within hours, and during that time they will be hardly capable of walking on their own. When in an unnatural environment, the nonliving aspects of nature, notably weather and such, will increase their longevity to a degree. If the village they are in has a continuous thunderstorm, they will probably last a few weeks without a coma. They have an innate connection with animals, and can understand their behavior/body language instinctually as well as more easily tame them. This does not extend to actual control over the animal. They can also tell plants where to grow, and for the cost of much stamina may force plants to grow much faster, as well as in ways that are unnatural, shaping them.

They look mostly like regular humans, but on closer inspection you will notice differences. They're hair looks kind of like plantgrowth, with some of it actually forming leaves if grown long. This hair color can be changed at will, to literarily any color.

The child of a druid will always be a druid entirely, even if the other parent was a normal human. Druid's are not immortal, but they do live at least four times as long as the average human lifespan, so roughly 300 years. Oftentimes more than that, often less. No one knows what happens if a druid has a child with a werebeast, as it has not yet happened, nor has their ever been a vampiric druid to test that result.

In modern times, they have their own community within a forest near Demtuny. They do not build homes in most cases, as they are quite comfortable in storms, and in the environments they choose they do not have to fear temperatures. The more they sleep within the branches of trees and the grass of the earth, the more comfortable they are; building a home both A: requires space taken from the environment, as well as resources and B: separates them from natural life. Now when they do decide to build an enclosure, they do so in a way that does not have those two problems, by growing trees and plants in such a way that the entire house is built with nothing but still living plants. This takes several days, even with their power to speed growth.

The reasons for these curses and benefits: the god who enslaved them was one of nature. He was loath to use humans for his war, and his plan if he did win the war with the other gods was to wipe out all humanity, but in the end was forced to or else lose to the might of the other god's janissaries. He did however change them more to his liking. Some of these changes were for his own reasons, such as the hair style, but some were for war. He tried to make the changing color to the entire body for camouflage but he did not have enough power for that for so many people, not after the effects he'd already given them, and so it only affected the hair. The 3x strength is obvious why, but at the time he did this it affected them anywhere, not just in nature. It was only when they rebelled that he attempted to revoke their strength and curse them with weakness, but they were so attuned with the natural world through their long servitude towards him and through the other blessings which he did not have the power yet to revoke, so he was only able to curse them with weakness in an unnatural environment.

They are peaceful with Demtuny, though they do have rules: they do allow the people of the town to enter the forest with limitations, that being that their main village's borders are to be respected, and they are to fell no plant within their forest, only taking already dead things as must, unless the Druid's give explicit permission. The other forests the druids have no claim over, and do not object in any way to their treatment, though they do offer advice often.

With Reliqonous they are not peaceful. They have carefully made sure Relqonous is not aware of them, and even after Demtuny was discovered neither did Demtuny reveal their secret nor did they help to defend Demtuny from Reliqonous' force. They do all they can to prevent notice. If someone from Reliqonous enters their forest, they are unlikely to ever leave again, barring should they move into Demtuny, due to their friendship with the druid's and their policies of keeping the Druid's secret.

#Ver's supernatural #oc posts

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kikis-writing-world · 2 years ago

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Some of y'all liked last time's "transit day dream." This one was a lot more angsty so trigger warnings under the cut. This is long, unedited, ramblings disguised as a loosely thought out plot. Move forward at your own risk lol

Forbidden/Secret relationship F!OC x Eddie Munson (OC because I impose a lot on her and idk didn't feel like it was inclusive enough to be reader)

This thought was heavily influenced by the huge plot point of Dirty Dancing that everyone always forgets: the bad, back alley abortion. And also Ben Folds Five song Brick. That should give you some heavy hints at what triggers lie ahead. Take care of yourselves loves <3 tw: protected sex, failing contraception, accidental teen pregnancy, talk of abortions, "under the table" abortion leading to worse (vague) medical issues, lots of blood.

Goodie two-shoes style OC who comes from a strict family. Mom is a trophy housewife, dad is a doctor, 2.5 kids, white picket fence etc. She's overall a good kid, but who doesn't wanna rebel a little. She meets Eddie as she searches for that rebellion. He's got pot and will sell cheap to anyone who smiles nicely at him. She feels bad about it, but she's try to be sneaky about her rebellion, she can't exactly blow her entire allowance on a few joints.

The two get to know each other and fall into a secret relationship. It's part of the fun, knowing something no one else knows. Her sibling suspects she's got a boyfriend just by the fact that she's so chipper, but she denies. Her parents are too hands-off to really notice any changes. They keep it to everyone but a few closest friends, not wanting it to get around school and get back to her family.

A few months later, she isn't feeling great. She doesn't think much of it at first - there must be a cold going around, there's always an illness going around in the cess pool called a school - but then her period is late. She's mildly alarmed but her and Eddie always use condoms... (Spoiler alert, they're not 100% effective kids!)

She confides in Eddie, freaking out and not sure who else she can talk to. Eddie is just as freaked, somehow loosing even more colour in his already pale face. He's shaking, pacing, fidgeting as he thinks. He eventually calms down enough that he goes to a gas station down the high way and shoplifts a pregnancy test. It's positive.

They're too young, their families, their lives ahead of them- as absolutely terrified and over their heads they feel, they know the reasonable option is for her to get an abortion. (Regardless of what we believe the politics in this world to be,) she can't just walk into any old clinic - her dad is a doctor! A well known, successful one. There's no way it wouldn't get back to him. Even if they go to a different city, it would show up on the family insurance plan. There's no way her dad wouldn't investigate an unexpected procedure.

They ask around and find a place. It's a clinic a few towns over that opens after hours. They'll do it, completely off the record, for $250. It's a lot of money, but Eddie just pushes a few sales, maybe even pawns a few things he can spare. Reader takes as much of her savings as she's able without suspicion. They get the money.

She makes up a sleepover for that night and Eddie drives her to the appointment. They're both nervous as all hell, the ride down quiet except for the radio, turned so low it's barely on. It was too loud otherwise.

They go through the clinic's back door, lights still mostly off. It doesn't settle any of their nerves. The doctor performing the procedure tries to reassure them it's all routine, but he's also a little cagey. Eddie isn't sure if it's because of the illicit affairs or if he's trying to keep the appointments flowing. They pass off the money and Eddie waits in the other room anxiously as it happens.

She's woozy and shaky when she comes out, awake but not totally aware. The doctor tells him it's totally normal and it was totally fine, to take her home. He helps her into the car, wrapping her up with anything he can find in his van to make her comfy. The long drive back to Hawkins is just as quiet as the drive there was. Eddie helps her into the trailer and into bed.

She wakes up in agonizing pain, grabbing at Eddie beside her before she even realizes she's awake. Eddie is just as confused, trying to get the light on as she groans about how much it hurts. When the lights come on, they see the amount of blood on the bed. Eddie nearly faints.

In her pained mumblings, Eddie hears the word "hospital" and snaps back to attention. Of course. He had to get her to the hospital. He scoops her up, bloody sheets and all, and rushes to the van. He barely makes sure she's buckled in, not bothering with himself, before peeling out of the trailer park.

As they near the hospital, her clammy hand grabs at Eddie's forearm. He looks at her, eyes nervously shooting back and forth between her and the road.

"Eddie, as soon as we get there.... you have to leave."

Eddie is flabbergasted. "Like fucking hell, what the fuck are you-"

"They'll call my dad before I'm even in the system. You have to leave."

They argue the rest of the way to the hospital until Eddie is squealing into the emergency bay. Somehow, she convinces him to leave her. (If I had the answers, I'd be writing this as an actually piece by now. You signed up to read this.) He helps her until she forces him back, so the nurses don't see him. He watches her stumble a few steps before he screams out for help. She turns and glares at him for drawing attention, but he needed someone to get to her sooner. He holds up his hands in surrender, backing away. He manages to duck away so he isn't seen as the attendant notices her. He doesn't leave until he's sure she's inside and okay.

It's a long terrifying night, left trying to wash the blood off his sheets and the van and off his hands- all while trying not to think too hard about where it came from and how she is now...

When she wakes up post-op, she has to come clean to her family. Her father knows exactly what happened to land her in this situation and there's no use lying. She refuses to admit who the father was, and her parents assume it's to protect the reputation of the reasonable boy she pulled into her mess.

(Really wasn't sure what would happen from there. Just had some whump feelings but surprisingly my mental health has been good the last couple of days...)

#Eddie Munson drabble #Eddie Munson ramble #Eddie Munson imagine #Eddie Munson whump

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emptymanuscript · 2 years ago

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You know... I think I am not very good at opening lines. Looking at all my WIPs first lines - because I saw an opening line meme - they're mostly meh.

The Eshu Adventure: Sandra fiddled with the cuff on her blouse for the hundredth time. Boring. Who cares?

A Myriad of Unfinished Books Interleaved: By the age that I realized I could be kicked out of school I was far older than the age when my father was evicted from Kindergarten for telling his pre-world-war-two teacher to go fuck herself. Ok, this one is good.

Fumbletystaves and Clatterthighs: Fumbletystaves and Clatterthighs had more loyalty in each limb than brains in all of them put together. Confusing. But at least it is a setup of a situation.

The Devil's First Rule: Doon strode more boldly than most down the cobblestone streets of Lorcosa at sunset. A reader wouldn't know what any of that means.

A Tale of Rebel Moons: The three moons of Tessarin were easily distinguished in the sky. Again, a reader wouldn't know what any of that means. It's a clunkier version of "Tessarin had three moons."

Koshi: Koshi was no fool. Functional setup but can't say more than that for it.

The Luna & Bacall Supernatural Detective Agency: Luna looked out the peephole in the middle of her white condo door. This says nothing about anything.

Chosen: The Chosen One, ignorant of both her true name and greater purpose, morosely graded her thirtieth math test. Ok, this one is pretty good. Setup, personality, and implication.

An Interview with a Dying Vampire: Terry put her technologically ancient minidisc recorder on the stranger’s dining room table. The easy expected I think.

Bindlesticks Lostagain: Bindlesticks Lostagain earned her name young. Mediocre. It tells a little but not terribly much.

The Fairies' Graveyard: The King brooded on his antler throne, his hand unconsciously pressing at the wound in his side. Person, place, and style. So passing grade.

The Count of Earth: Jun was born to be a thief. Set up in comparison to the title. Nothing particularly good but nothing particularly bad either. Functional.

Only a Mother: 8th July 190_ / I cannot put it into words. A question I guess, put what. Bare pass.

So, like, 2 good opening lines out of 13.

I think I may need to work on this skill.

#creative writing #writeblr #first lines

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pyrrrx · 2 years ago

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キャラクターデザイン

P Y R R R X

パイレックス

Psych

Yoke

Retro

Revenant

Replication

Xeric

Pyrrrx (パイレックス) is a series written and illustrated by Λdd1x7 . It tells the story of Λi, a young deity who seeks to gain recognition in his set.

Character:

Λi

Villain:

Vex’l

Male characters

Joanifr

Levithan

Kroniss

Djuxst

Female characters

Wis

Ussa

•pre...

•parents die

•the kidnapping

•military life

•tough stuff

•friendship 7

•the cross up

•street life

•new bestie

•the beat down

•finally

Pre…

-Angels fall to earth

-Angel sex

-Pseudo replication

Parents Die

-parents killed/Λi not harmed

-Λi raised by old man

The Kidnapping

-enjoying day w/ grandpa

-tells joke to grandpa

-ask grandpa to tell him story

-mid joke—intruder enters house

-Ai is kidnapped (bag over head)

-kidnap tradition

Military Life

-entry processing

-initiation (beat up)

-medical examination

-entry fitness exercise

-given last meal

(from here on out if you want to eat steal

it without getting caught)

-shown to sleeping area

-leaders beat up whole group

-each given uniform

-next day start it all over again

-they start to group up

(no one really cares to team up w/ Ai)

-Ai goes in with others to steal food

(one of the guys are caught and Ai

takes the blame)

Tough Stuff

-no friends

-always messing up

-get the hang of it a lil

Friendship 7

-befriend a few of the guys

-begins to barter

-best friends with the of top student

-becomes 2nd best student

-fail final ritual training

The Cross-up

-kicked out of military

-left for dead

-street gang help save him

Street Life

-street gang don’t trust or like him

-he catches on the street life quick

-becomes friends with gang leaders

New Bestie

-becomes apprentice to blacksmith

-gets really good

-becomes really popular among gang

The Beat Down

-new enemy emerges

-enemy creates issue military

-enemy starts fight with military & street

Finally

-military and street gang defeated

-enemy succeeds and escape

-absorb both leaders

Additional info:

[+] joined the military

- all males must serve in military (gives honor/they join at 10-15 yrs old)

- Ai joined and did horrible in beginning (most recruits did not like Ai)

- as Ai progressed he improved but still not liked by many

- Ai made a friend who promised to look out for him if he looked out for him

[+] kill switch

- Ai was practically leading the group

- last test was to kill, Ai couldn't do it

- this was unacceptable (Ai was banished and beat to near death)

[+] kicked out the military

- Ai was left to die (beaten very bad)

- he made a quick recovery by help of the rebels

- world of fashion (join a fashion rebel group called Add1x7)

- Ai learned the basics of fashion

[+] barter (traded skill for skill)

- Ai continued to learn a little of everything and traded what he knew

- through trade (aka barter) Ai learned new ways to fight

- also learned fashion, music, art, design, blacksmith

- he was intrigued mostly with fashion & blacksmith

- Ai caught the eye of the head blacksmith and learned through apprenticeship

[+] the collaboration

- under apprenticeship Ai learned the blacksmith was a rebel too

- Ai helped his friend aid the rebels w/ mixed fashion, combat & weaponry

- Ai soon began to create his own style of weapons & fashion

[+] back to the military

- Ai witnesses a big fight between his old military friends and new rebel friends

- the fight was sabotaged by an unknown group

- Ai talks to leader of military and rebel group

- the military leader teaches Ai how to absorb power by eating

- explains that there is no death only acceptance

[+] revenge

- Ai absorb both leaders (leader or gang & military)

- Ai promises to help the weak and fight for honor

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destroyscythe-heck · 3 years ago

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An incomplete list of cursed things that happened in a dream I had about a live action Gundam Wing movie when I took a nap yesterday

1. There was an orchestral cover of “Everybody” by the Backstreet Boys playing during like the boys setting up for the big final showdown

2. The dialogue I remember was mostly MCU style quips and snarky stuff

3. Duo’s character basically got completely gutted and replaced with him being the standard stock action movie comic relief

4. Hilde, Dorothy, Mike Howard,and the Manganac corps all got completely cut

5. Wufei got done realizing dirty “because nobody liked Wufei anyway so it’s fine if he’s just an unsympathetic dick who gets bullied the whole time”, it was very mean spirited and probably also really really racist with how he was handled

6. Relena also got completely gutted to to just make her “Heero’s love interest who is a girl who sometimes also talks about how pacifism is neat” probably to make her seem less “annoying” or “pushy” or “preachy” or “SJW-ish” because people would mock the movie on YouTube

7. Quatre was being played by a white actor but it was justified in the story by none of the Winner kids being the same race or even looking related at all because their parents got a bit creative during the Gattaca-ing of their army of test tube babies

Also out of the script the people making the movie said they were justified in doing that because they added more new diversity by casting Trowa as black and a “plus size” actress to be Sally (Both of which I am ok with but we went through this with the live action Winx Club show, you can’t erase some pre existing diversity and then pretend it’s okay by adding something new, you definitely could have had kept Flora in the show and cast a plus size Latina actress) Also (Yes I’m still mad about that because Flora and Tecna were my favorite Winx Club characters, and erasing her to have Terra be there was complete BS because again, plus size Latina actresses exist)

(Winx Club rant tangent over)

8. Noin was the cookie cutter generic type of “stronk female character ™️” that hasn’t really been anything groundbreaking since the 80’s and also showed that you completely missed the point of why people like Ripley from Alien

9. Treize actually had a motivation this time! But it seemed like it was written by somebody who still thinks that “Illuminati Confirmed” is the cutting edge of the hip cool meme culture for the youths

10. Kathrine and Trowa kissed and then later had a completely out of character-ly dramatic freak out when they found out that they are actually siblings in a cheap attempt to make fun of Luke and Leia Skywalker

11. Une was a complete caricature of herself, like she was so Sat A.M. cartoon villain obviously evil that you’d really wonder why anyone is comfortable having her as an underling because it’s so obvious that she’s that evil and would sell you to satan for one corn chip, but it seemed like if you snatched her glasses off her face she could go from skinning adorable puppies alive with one hand while pressing the big red button with the other to wanting to go bake cookies with Relena or whatever

12. I know that Heero already wasn’t the most emotional character ever but you could have literally replaced him with a mannequin wearing a wig, a green tank top, bike shorts, and a pair of Timbs (for product placement reasons) in his scenes and nobody would notice

13. The already incredibly shallow criticism of drone warfare that was done with the mobile dolls was somehow watered down even more

14. Sally’s rebel group became a stand in for the US army who were obviously supposed to be the good guys

15. The old scientist dudes who started Operation Meteor were also evil because they were also in the Illuminati who are playing both sides with earth and space and the original Operation Meteor was a false flag attack meant to cause total chaos on earth for reasons

16. But everyone ended up okay because the boys got found by Sally and the thinly veiled stand in for the US Army

17. Zechs had a complete mental breakdown when he left OZ and him forming White Fang himself from the remains of the colony rebels was him having a Joker arc

18. … because Relena said she didn’t love him anymore and was mad at him for becoming a war criminal even though he actually could remember what the Sanc Kingdom was like and how their dad was Mr. Pacifist Mc Pacifismface, but she didn’t say all that aloud. Just only that she didn’t love her brother anymore and only that

19. But he ended up okay and perfectly good because during the climactic Libra fight Noin was there and she kissed him and made him not the Joker anymore through the power of redemption arc love

20. And finally, there was a really prominent fart joke featuring Duo Maxwell in like the first 5 minutes

#from the ashes #phoenix speaks #Gundam #gundam wing #heero yuy #duo maxwell #trowa barton #quatre raberba winner #wufei chang #zechs merquise #relena peacecraft #relena darlian #lucrezia noin #lady une #treize khushrenada #completely and totally cursed #I’m amazed that I didn’t wake up in a cold sweat screaming

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stucky-starnes · 3 years ago

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Gleam and Glow

Chapter 1

Pairing: Grey! Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3,374

Description: The reader has been held captive by their own mother their whole life, taught to believe the world is bad and that they need to be protected from it. That their gift needs to be protected from it. They possess 70 feet of hair with healing properties and some people will do anything for a chance at peace.

General Warnings: This story contains dark elements and various dark characters!! Do not read if this makes you uncomfortable!!!, kidnapping, violence, language, angst, whump, for the purposes of the story the reader has 70ft foot long hair that glows gold- this does not change regardless of hair color or texture, inspired by the movie Tangled.

Chapter Warnings: kidnapping, manhandling, betrayal, mention of trafficking (selling/buying of a human), John Walker, very naive reader, brief sexual implications,arguments, un-gendered pet names,choking, illusion to sexual harassment, language, please read at your own discretion.

DO NOT REPOST MY WORK, REBLOGS ARE WELCOME AND APPRECIATED

A majority of your childhood was peaceful. You got to do all the normal kid things- of course you were never totally sure what a ‘normal’ kid thing was on account of the fact that you’d actually never met another kid but, it felt normal enough. Aside from the very abnormal ‘birth defect’ you were ‘gifted’ with. You stopped considering your magical abilities as a gift by the time you were seventeen, when your mother made it abundantly clear that you could never leave the tower, you could never go outside, and you could never cut your hair.

The only thing more annoying than the seventy foot long tresses was your mother. According to her, your father was a sloppy one night stand she found in a tavern. He was a love em’ and leave em’ type of guy; he gave your mother one great romantic night and then disappeared off the face of the earth. You’ve never met him. You’ve never met anybody. Your mother has always been your only companion. She was a beautiful woman, she said you take after her more than your dad. While she was gorgeous and protective, she was also passive aggressive, rash, and ostentatious. If it was possible for her to get out of being “the bad guy” she lunged, dragging you under at the first chance. When you were younger she would tell you stories about the outside, she made it seem like a gorgeous place. She described the kingdom and the many villages outside its walls. She started with all the good things until you showed interest in escaping, then, she gave you the truth. She began to spin tales of roads rich with crime, vigilante gangs, covert groups of thugs, and rebel Viking camps. From what you could piece together, the rebel Viking camps were the greatest concern.

The rebel Viking groups weren’t actually Vikings. Your mother had said they called them The Vikings because of their rugged and brutal lifestyle. The camp they occupy is more like a small village, the structures following Norse architectural style, chalk-full of criminals and runaways. Runaways. Your mother had always explained to you that when young girls ran away from their mothers they ended up in that village living a life of crime. The very thought of falling into the wrong hands has kept you from sneaking out or from begging to leave the tower. You found ways to be content, ways to keep busy.

The tower wasn’t as big as it looked from the outside, the only living space was at the very top of the tower. The top of the tower had about two floors worth of open space, minimal and organized in the lower level and very maximalist in the bedrooms and wall decor. Mother said the rest of the tower below was sturdy white brick and vine, aged by time and the weather. Most of the exterior bricks were cracked or crumbling, so all the support for the turret came from the tower’s solid core. The roof was a chipped and rusty blue color mostly concealed by untamed ivy growth, which also hid the entrance to the tower’s turret. To your home. The only way in and out of the tower was an intricate pulley system made from twisted vine and rope. Originally, mother had used your hair to get into the turret, until one day a strand snapped from the pressure, dying and losing its magic. In an effort to protect your gift, you helped your mother make the pulley.

Crafting things was just one of the many ways you spent your time in the tower. After you’d turned eighteen your mother didn’t stick around much, if at all, leaving at night to go to the palace or the tavern, sometimes coming back in the morning and sometimes being gone for a day or two. With so much time alone the only option was to learn how to entertain yourself. Reading books, cooking, painting, testing the information you soaked up from all of the books, sewing holes in clothes, polishing leather, polishing silver, dusting, drawing in the dust. It’s a really long list. If there’s more to add you add it, forever stretching the possibilities. As the sun started to go down however, it started to seep in just how repetitive and predictable your daily activities had become. While you knew leaving the tower would be a horrible and dangerous mistake, you couldn’t help but long to be outside. To feel the grass between your fingers or to stand out in the sun, somewhere other than where it leaks through the turrets window entrance. It could never happen. Knowing this was an impossibility kept an icy grip on your stomach, a lonely sort of feeling, naturally touch starved by fate. It’s been years since the last time you asked to leave. Much before you knew how dangerous it really was out there. Asking one more time couldn’t really hurt could it? You’d be twenty soon enough, just one touch wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Mother had left early in the morning, off to do some much needed grocery shopping; if she hadn’t decided to stop by the tavern she would be home very soon. Too soon to come up with a better plan. Quickly you started to prepare for her to come home, sweeping the dining area and pulling out the utensils needed to make a special stew recipe you remember she had enjoyed. If she was going to say yes she needed to be buttered up first. Once the cooking utensils were nicely organized on or beside the unlit stove, and the dust was done away with, it was time to make quick work of anything she could use against your argument. Rushing to one of your most treasured bookshelves you pulled a discarded velvet scrap from the back of one of your more worn astronomy books. The midnight blue fabric had been torn from one of your favorite dresses when you were sixteen, unwilling to part with the shredded material, it was quickly fashioned into a long braided bookmark. Since then you’ve opted for shorter than floor length gowns or comfortable riding pants and tunics. The supposedly “masculine” style annoyed mother to no end but then again she really couldn’t understand how suffocating the corsets could become, or how difficult it was to fasten them without getting hair caught beneath the strings.

Unbraiding the bookmark allowed it to become one long thick strand, setting it on the dining table, you went to gather your hair. For the most part, you tried to keep it close to yourself. Getting any part snagged or wrapped around something was more of a pain in the ass than taking the time to gather it together. Gathering so much hair was difficult, it took time and it was unbelievably heavy. Once you were finally able to get it all in one place you started the tedious task of braiding. In order to braid it up enough to keep it off the floor you split it into three sections, braiding those separately before braiding them up into a complex Dutch braid. It took nearly two hours to finish so you could finally tie up the end with the dismantled bookmark. The complexity allowed the braid to settle halfway down your calves, keeping it neat and off the ground. Now all that was left to do was light the lanterns around the room and wait. Waiting for mother to get home was nerve wracking, if possible you’d busy yourself with starting the stew but you were fresh out of the most important ingredients.

“Y/n let down the vine!” Mother yelled from the bottom of the tower and the tension finally broke.

“Coming!” You sighed out in relief rushing to the window and lowering out the vine life you had made.

Once you were sure she was safely in the lift’s sling, you utilized the pulley system to begin pulling her up. The tower was around forty feet tall, making the trip up lengthy and difficult. When she was close enough to the window entrance you hooked the vine slack onto the wall hook, keeping it stationary, before quickly coming to help her in with the groceries. Taking the canvas grocery bags from her arms and into the kitchen, you started pulling out the items to take inventory on what she’d bought at the market.

“How was the market? Did that man give you trouble on the celery prices again?”

“Ugh doesn’t he always? Absolutely exhausting, he wanted double, and then there was a fight at the tavern again which I always have to break up.” She pulled out a chair at the dining table, sitting into it and slinging her feet up into the neighboring chair.

You slowed for a moment, pulling the bundle of carrots from the bag slower as you processed that she may be intoxicated which meant there’d be zero chance of having the conversation you desperately desired.

“You went to the tavern?” You asked, feigning excitement.

“Of course sweetheart, I promised that I would but I wasn’t there for long I promise.” She got up to meet you in the kitchen, resting her hands on your shoulders.

“Now what are we having? I’m absolutely starved.” She smiled.

“I was going to make that stew from last winter that you liked so much. Now that fall is settling in.” you started to add broth and small peeled potatoes to the pot.

“That sounds delightful darling, I’m going to go rest my eyes, call me when it’s done?” Mother started to walk away. It was now or never.

“Actually!” You cleared your throat., “Actually I was hoping I could talk to you about something.”

“Alright but let’s make this quick, mama’s feet are aching.” She turned back around to sit in another chair.

“Well as you know I’m almost twenty, an adult really and I’m already very responsible around the tower-“

“Y/n where is this going?” She interrupted, rubbing her temples.

“I want to go outside.” You turned to look at her.

“We’ve talked about this! It’s far too dangerous! You know what would happen if anyone discovered your gift!”

“I know, I know, but I’ve thought about it and no one would even know! I won’t tell anyone about it, and if they don’t know I have it then they don’t know how to use it, so it’s useless to them. If I just keep it braided I’ll be completely normal!” You came to sit across from her, hoping it’ll be convincing.

“No absolutely not, it’s much too risky! I have kept you safe for nearly twenty years! I am not stopping now! You’re far too young to understand but this is what’s best for you!” She got up and started to walk away again.

“But it’s not! I’ve never met anyone else! I’ve never had friends or met other people my own age! I’ve never even seen a real man!” You were absolutely desperate.

“Oh a man?! This is about men huh?! So you want to leave the safety of the home I built for you to go whore around for a man?!” She was absolutely furious, beyond cooling down.

“Mother no!” Your face was burning with embarrassment at the very suggestion of sexual activities.

“No truly I understand! You would rather leave this place and be used by men! Drained of your power in one of those Viking camps no doubt! I won’t hear another word, I’m going out for air and your attitude better be gone by the time I get back!” She walked over to the vine, untying it from the wall and setting it into a rustier pulley wheel that would let her down slowly, she was gone just as soon as she’d finished her sentence.

You had no choice but to sit in utter silence and shame. Swallowed by guilt that mother could ever consider you’d do that to her. As much as you wanted to leave and experience the real world, you desperately didn’t want to disappoint your mother or end up somewhere bad. Very quickly you dissolved into regret, backing over to try and undo what’s already been done, planning a way to forgiveness. Finishing the stew was the only way you knew how to start so you got to work, making this the best stew you could ever devise. Having never written the recipe down you had to go solely based on flavor and gut feeling. That was the best way to cook anyway. Once it had been spiced to taste you put the lid on the pot to let it simmer.

Almost immediately you found yourself overrun with anxiety, filled with a need to do something with your hands. To occupy your mind. There really wasn’t much to do in the tower to occupy you enough to erase this from the forefront of your mind. So you opted for the only thing that you could: cleaning. Your started polishing, dusting anything that you could and when there was nothing left you sat and you waited. The silence was absolutely deafening. You’d totally zoned out until you heard the rattling of the pot lid on the stove, snapping your head to it only to see the stew boiling over.

“Shit!” You rushed to turn it off, burning your hand in the process as you cleaned up the mess. Suddenly you were no longer hungry.

Opting to leave the stew on the stove for whenever mother would return you left the kitchen, going to your room as you cradled your hand gently. Tears stung your eyes, threatening to drip through your lashes and you curled up on your bed. Reaching for your braid with your uninsured hand, you gently took the end and rested it over your burned palm, reaching to wipe away some loose tears. Whether the tears were from the pain or from emotional discourse you couldn’t be sure. After drying your tears you closed your injured fingers around the large amount of hair, and began to hum a soft familiar melody. As the melody continued your hair began to glow a brilliant gold, almost glittery in color. Once the shimmer reached your palm, the heat faded and the wound healed. You were able to breathe. You looked to your palm, it was as soft and unharmed as it had been that morning. As it had always been. No scars or leftover pain. Just smooth healthy skin.

You couldn’t be bothered to really prepare for bed. The dress you wore was moveable, the corset easily undone as it tied in the front rather than in the back. Laying back you took a deep breath, closing your eyes momentarily to let go of all the stress that you could. After a minute of peace you pushed yourself up and off the bed, walking over to the dark wood armoire, opening it to look in the mirror, you sighed looking at your dress. There was stew on the navy skirt and what looked like a sizable carrot. You’d have to change to sleep. Lifting the skirt up closer you plucked off the carrot and disposed of it in the nearby waste basket. Returning to the armoire you flipped your braid back over your shoulder and checked the white sleeves of the off the shoulder blouse, slid your hands over the black corset, grabbing the tied strings from the vertex of the sweetheart neckline you untied the knot. Just as you’d finished untying the security knot you heard a loud grinding bang from the lower level. Pausing to listen you grew concerned.

“Mother? Are you alright?” You called gently.

When you didn’t receive a response you dropped the corset strings and left your bedroom, looking over the bannister you were met with the worst sight you could possibly have imagined. A large piece of the stone floor was broken and pushed out of the ground, slid off to the side and two large men climbed out of the dark hole below. Half a million questions filled your head. How was there a space under the floor? How did these men find you? Did they know who you were? There wasn’t time to think, you had to act. Silently and quickly you snuck back into your bedroom, burning out the lamps and climbing into the armoire as best as you could. Tilting your chin up to silence your breathing you listened. Waiting. Thinking. The men were much bigger than you thought a man would be. From what you could make out they dressed in dark clothing. Leather. Worn and hardly taken care of if at all. They were similar heights. One a redhead and the other blonde, both with rugged facial hair. You only had a brief look and the adrenaline pumping through your veins was making it difficult to focus.

“I am never doing that shit again, forty feet of crumbling bricks and thirty feet of rope, you seriously didn’t think that through?!” You could hear them arguing.

“It didn’t look that tall alright? Can we just find the chick and get out of here? I lost my good boots in a poker game with trash panda and if I don’t win them back he’s gonna tear them apart.”

It was clear they were coming for you. The only thing you could do was hope mother came home or that they didn’t see you behind all the other clothing in the armoire. The stairs creeped. Once. Twice. There was only one creaky step. They were both coming up. You held your breath.

“Food on the stove and the lamp in here is still warm. She was here recently.” They made it into your bedroom.

“If I had to guess I’d say she’s still here.” The footsteps stopped. It was silent.

Suddenly, the hem of your skirt was yanked-it had been caught in the door-and then the armoire burst open. The blonde man grabbed your arm as you struggled, ripping you from the small dark space and out into the open. He spun you around, pressing your back to his chest, his left forearm braced across your neckline and gripped your right shoulder. His right hand held a sharp silver blade to your heart.

“Well, well, well, Princess did we catch you at a bad time? These corset strings are so very loose for company.” The blonde man taunted, using the tip of his blade to pull on the cords.

You gripped this forearm, pushing back closer to his chest in an effort to get away from his blade as you struggled.

“P-please just leave me alone, I won’t tell any-anyone.” You stuttered, trying to stay calm the way your mother had taught you.

“We have plans for you, this hair of yours… hear there’s some people willing to pay a pretty penny for just a touch.” The red headed man stroked your braid, you jerked your head away.

“Oh oh oh” the blonde man laughed. “She’s a feisty one, are you sure we have to deliver her so soon? Could be fun…”

“Oh c’mon man don’t be gross he wants her unharmed. Mostly. C’mon just cloth her so we can go. Boots remember??” The red head said, grabbing your wrists and tying them together roughly. He took the dagger from the blonde, continuing to hold it in its position as the blond reached into his pocket.

“No no no no no please please I’ll give you anything you want just leave me alone!” You begged, swerving your head away from the blondes clothed hand as it moved towards your mouth.

“Bitch stop fussing around!” He slid his left forearm up to your throat, both choking you and effectively stabilizing your head long enough to clamp the cloth over your mouth and nose.

It hardly took thirty seconds before your vision started to swim and your vision started to fade to black.

“We’re already late. He’s waiting.” One of the men said as he slipped a cloth bag over your head. Your hearing went out, senses dulled as you gave in the the dark.

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