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romerona · 1 year ago

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War Of Hearts

⤑ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ. ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ’ᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ

Selene Maltheon never thought of herself to be a puppet, she thought she'll live her life free and happy, there was no denying that she was a big dreamer and hopelessly naive. Selene thought she'll grow up to live one of those happily ever after lives like the ones from the books she reads so much... however, the inevitable happened, she grew up and came to the realization she was yet just another pawn in the big game.

Jacaerys Velaryon x Oc // Aemond Targaryen x Oc.

A/N: A bit of an AU. Rhaenyra and her sons are still in Kingslanding but they (The greens and The blacks) still hate each other. And some other changes.

[DAYS IN THE SUN]

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Since she was a little girl Selene would read and read about the world around her, she would ramble about it to whoever was near and willing, which was usually her brother. Selene would marvel at the stories about old times and new tales. Her father despised it when she stayed late reading those tales, he used to say it was useless for her to read so much if she was going to be tired throughout the day but her mother, she would defend her against her father and let Selene indulge in her desires to open a new book each week. She was the one to support her little escapees to the library and listen when she would ramble about the new tale she read if no one else did.

As she grew up, her taste change a bit; from romance to fantasy, from fantasy to history, from history to families, from families to houses from houses to plants and from plants to healing… quite the odd turn but she was forced to care about plants and their properties.

It started when her mother died out of an allergic reaction to a particular flower, Aconitum, it was brought to her by a merchant from a distant land. Her father said her mother deserved such a beautiful flower, and indeed it was the most beautiful flower Selene has ever seen… but the beauty of the flora turned out to be as deadly as a sword to the heart.

Selene remembers clear as day that at first, no one knew what was the cause of Lady Maltheon's sudden illnesses, she was poisoned was what they thought was the answer to her sickness, however, just before her mother's last hours of life, when a Maester from the citadel came to visit per her father's desperate request, he was quick to point out the flower. He told the Maltheons that such a flower was not only deadly to most animals but to some people as well, the Maester did his best but failed to cure her.

Selene remembers watching him experiment with several treatments, teas, potions, milks but nothing worked, back then watching the old man work was the only alleviation she had, even if no one knew, the Maester hope in own his treatments was the only thing Selene felt like it kept her grounded.

After Mother's death, things changed around her home; the Maltheon’s men become a far cry from the ones they used to be and the last lady of the house was shut out completely leaving her with her books about plants, a new secret dream and longing for what once was…

And moments like this, moments like the one she is currently living in, that’s when she missed the days in the sun the most;

"I know it's not the happiest of announcements, but it must be done, my dear." Lord Alexios' voice was stern, his expression stoic and cold. He didn't understand the feelings of his daughter at all and had little desire to try. Instead, his cold demeanour made it seem as if he viewed this as nothing more than the cold hard fact of life.

“Father… I-I-” Selene still too stunned and horrified to put her thoughts in order just enough to make up a sentence, a word, a syllable.

"Speak plainly, my daughter." He looks at her with stern eyes, and he does not let the coldness in his voice soften "Do you have questions?" His voice is still cold, but it seems he will at least allow her to make an argument, or ask anything that she feels she needs to ask.

“Why me?” Selene shakes her head, still not understanding, she looks up at her father frowning in confusion “Prince Aemond could marry however he wishes. Why do we need this alliance with the Targaryens? I don't understand?”

Lord Alexios sighs, annoyed that his daughter would question his authority "Because it is necessary for our future, my daughter. A marriage alliance means our family will be bonded to the royal bloodline for generations, with any of your children potentially being in line for the Iron Throne..." Alexios glances at the unfolded letter on his table, he mumbles to her "As well as a chance for our own bloodline to sit upon the throne." There is a hint of pride in his voice as he speaks, hoping that his daughter might gain a small bit of the fire that he has in his heart.

Selene caught his small gazing moment, uneasiness settling in her bowels at what he implied. Selene knew her father and she knows he has strong opinions about how the crown handled things but could never- he wouldn't be a traitor to the king's word, right? He was appointed the hand of the king, he wouldn't be plotting against his appointed heir...

"Princess Rhaenyra is the heir to the throne, father, not Prince Aemond, he is the third-born son of the king. This marriage would be futile… " Selene said carefully, she shakes her head, her frown deepening, and that uneasiness she was feeling was starting to transform into annoyance at the moronic logic behind this betrothal.

"My daughter... what are you implying?" Lord Alexios turns to Selene where she stands with a look of disdain painting her features, and his stern demeanour has now given way to confusion. His confusion is quickly replaced by anger, a small vein in his face popping out as he speaks. "I shall not allow the honour of my house to be insulted in such a way, let alone by my own flesh and blood!"

Alexios advances toward Selene. In the blink of an eye, he is now standing inches away from her, and his voice becomes even more stern. Selene flinches a little at the close proximity, but she stands her ground. She looks into his green eyes, similar to her own shade, she frowns as she takes his hand, pleadingly. "Father… you… you simply can’t. Please. Please, don't do this."

Selene was ready to kneel and plead with him to stop this betrothal. She didn't wish to marry, at least not now.

At this point, her father is fuming. It is obvious that his anger is growing by the second, and his voice is as cold and sharp as steel as he rips his hand from her grasp "I won't be told what to do by my own daughter!" His eyes seem to burn through her with anger, and he reaches out a hand, seemingly to smack Selene as punishment, but at the last second, he stops. He pulls his hand back quickly, but it's clear that he nearly followed his impulse "You stupid girl, why can't you understand that I'm doing this for your benefit as well?"

"My benefit? You are selling me like a bloody mare, father, and in exchange for what? Power for our house? It’s inhumane." Selene looks pleadingly at her father again who didn’t seem affected by her pleas or any less angry "I’m your only daughter…"

"I'm not selling you like a mare," Her father says with contempt in his voice "I am making a wise decision for the future of our household and our position. How dare you speak to me this way?!" His voice is louder as he continues to talk, his anger evident "Do you know how many lords of the realm would be willing to marry any of their daughters to a Targaryen? They are the ones with the dragons! Their power is unrivalled! And yet you are so quick to question me?" He huffs, his anger growing again

Selene pursed her lips, she was annoyed and frightened. Marriage with the third born of King Viserys, Prince Aemond, was not something she had planned for herself. "Rheanyra will be Queen, Father, I- I don't know what you are planning but please I must implore you to keep me out of it."

"All I am doing is for the sake of the realm and our house," Alexios said with quiet anger, his face turning red. "The King and I already discuss your betrothal. It is done."

"Mother would have hated you for- "Selene was cut off by the sharp pain that came from her father's hand and her own gasp.

It took her a moment to understand what had happened. He slapped her.

Orion's slap knocks the wind out of Selene, and she could see that for just a brief moment he allows the satisfaction of striking her cross his face. He looks at Selene, cold anger evident in his eyes, his voice still cold and sharp. "You are the only lady of House Maltheon and you have a duty to it. Are you going to allow your duties to go unfulfilled? or will you do as you are told?" He says, his words sounding more like demands rather than questions.

Selene stares at him with nothing but resentment as she holds her reddening cheek. After a moment of silent glares, Selene drops her hand, her father's blazing eyes glancing at her cheek. "Is there anything else you wish to demand of me, Father?" Selene said in a calm voice but there was a sharpness to it.

The calmness of her voice seems to only make Alexios more mad. He wanted to strike her once again, Selene did flinch back this time, however, the strike never came. He probably knew he couldn't just beat her into obedience. So, instead, he simply spoke to her in just the same tone "You will obey me, it is your duty and my right as your father to marry you off if I wish. Now go to your chambers." His eyes were burning with anger, and his voice was nothing but ice "I want no more of your insolence or arguments."

Selene pursed he lips in indignation but kept her mouth shut. She only nodded and turned to leave her father's quarters with a ringing in her ears and resentment in her heart that refuse to leave her.

Alexios watches Selene leave, and his rage is replaced by pride. He finally feels like he has put her in her place. That girl would not be allowed to continue arguing like that for much longer. He turns around and starts walking toward his work table. "Hmph. She'll have to learn, one way or another." He walks the remaining few steps into his study and sits at his desk, he takes the important letter with the Hightower stamp on it and opens it, as he reads a grin begins to form on his face.

'We shall establish the third dragon as the heir but you first must do your part'

Alexios burns the letter, watching as pieces of it turn to ash. They all knew between the king's children who was the better fit for the iron throne, it was only a matter of time and the pull of a few strings to make the lords of the realm figured that out as well. "Selene better learns sooner rather than later, for the affairs are beginning..."

Part 4???

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shadowthian · 1 year ago

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one of these days i'll post properly abt my original stuff but hey here's a quick ref as to what the fuck im talking about when im tagging ocs

Recrudesce: originally an OFF fangame concept, slowwwwly shifting to OFF-inspired original work. similar setup (four Sectors, each with its own Guardian) but after that it spins rapidly out into its own beautiful world. Aki's joined in to help me out with this one because i have been STUUUCK on a lot of worldbuilding.

ocs for this world i might tag are: Gladiolus, Hawthorn, Camellia, Poppy, and Zeke

Moonshine: collab work between me and Aki desertedhero, originally theirs but now a wonderful mix of both of us! urban fantasy my beloved.

ocs for this world i might tag are: Cinnabar, Aconitum, Hoshiko, Sundavr, Arucane, Chrys, and Kyofu

Tenebris is my puppeteer character for OFF related stuff. what happens when a puppet becomes a puppeteer? only fun things it turns out! Poppy is also a puppeteer and may be tagged in related things

and then for NyxSMP i have Shadow and Anise ♡

feel free to ask me abt any of these guys!

#i have WAAAAAAYYYY more ocs for Recrudesce and Moonshine but those are the ones in most likely to tag #Tenebris is also part of collab stuff w Aki #Union my beloved that one is for Aki to post about lmao #i have so many characters i refuse to make a list properly at this point bc aki's made a list of our collective ocs before and its SCARY

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mackeralsauce · 1 year ago

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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity!

Owo can we some more of your ocs???

WAAAAA-

also yes absolutely! i do not have any puppet OCs (yet) other than my puppetsona, so my other OCs shall have to do! this will be a bit long so i'm going to put this under a read more:

we'll start with some more fandom-related OCs! here's Miiko, a Moomins OC of mine:

Miiko is a half-moomin/moomintroll (similar to how Snufkin is half-mumrik). He's in an OC x Canon poly relationship with the Joxter/Joxaren and the Mymble! His whole thing is that they're an astronomer who writes the constellations upon maps, and he also dabbles in a bit of theatre.

I also have an MHA/BNHA OC, although I am not part of the fandom/never got deeply involved into it. I still keep her because I made her when I was going through a rough friend group and so she brings me a lot of comfort as writing and re-developing her after the events helped ease the pain I was recovering from.

She is depicted to the right (on the left is @soda-sparkss OC Miasma Bakugou), and her name is Inako Saito! She was raised by the Neo-League (a recreation of the LOV in her universe) and was experimented on quite a bit as a child. This resulted in her having an unstable quirk that constantly changes, called Quirk Shift.

This isn't really a fandom necessarily, but I have a D&D character I have yet to get a chance to use yet, but I love them to bits!

(Image by goemon on Toyhou.se / diesaur on Instagram)

This here is Kiwal! He's an avian monk who was raised by sailors upon a ship known as The Lindwurm. They very much believe in the power of friendship(tm) and they're an all around great guy! His voiceclaim is Tidus from Final Fantasy X and his themeclaim is any of Maxi's themes from the Soul Calibur series.

Moving on from fandom OCs.... onto Story/Project OCs! I'll start with a guy I haven't used in a long time:

I don't really have a reference for this version of him, but this is Bass! He started off as a Friday Night Funkin' OC a long while ago but then I changed him into an OC for a Tactics RPG Project I had in mind (similar to old Fire Emblem games or Final Fantasy Tactics). He's the Fellaen prince of an empire that worships the dragon Ouroboros. He's one of the two main characters of his story, the other being the vessel of the divine and fell dragon, Luka (whom I have 0 image references for- sorry-).

Now for an OC very close to my heart, because @soda-sparkss made him!:

(Art by @soda-sparkss, character on the right belongs to him! That is Tobias)

Keanan (depicted on the left) is a human with a love for programming, the technical side of spaceships, etc. who was stuck being a janitor on a human fleet because the higher-ups felt he was too pacifistic. One day the ship he was on got attacked by an alien fleet (specifically, a species known as Nephorites) and was taken aboard their vessel by their captain, Tobias. He ended up getting hired there >:)

Now for a character from a project you will hopefully one day see...:

This here is Lucrum Von-Aconitum, a Nephilion (species from one of my bigger projects). He's the current head of the Von-Aconitum bloodline and thus is the Grand Judge of Terrahydrus, the Underground Canal City. He is in fact a father figure and also is very corrupt (accepts bribes and whatnot in his courtroom). We love him though <3 He is part of a very, very big RPG project I plan on making one day... it will likely change a lot once I start working on it, because the story needs a very heavy revamp (really, really badly- it sucks to me as of now).

I don't want to list any of my other story OCs from that story since I need to redesign them + rewrite the plot heavily, so I'm going to show one last silly, non-story OC:

This is Kweh-Kweh. He was originally a Modern D&D OC (grung DJ bard) but now he's just a cool OC. Peep the shinji chair on his kneepads.

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the-king-and-the-druidess · 2 months ago

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Personal ramblings about my Mormor Fic:

It's been a year and three months since I started my Morgana-Centric-with an occasional Merlin-centirc-chapter-or-two-Mormor longfic, Trillium. 100kW+ rare ship written in a foreign language (English) My teachers would have been proud, lol.

It started with a boring moodboard and an idea for it: Mordred and Morgana are druids and perform some kind of ritual. But then I asked myself a question, why they are there and what they are doing, and the idea for this weird twisted(in a family-friendly way) mix of Arthurian elements and BBC's cliches unfolded and is not going to end (I hope I'll finish the sequel, Aconitum, in 2025)

I put all my love for this strange otp of mine I kind of obsessed by, Mordred/Morgana, this darker Merthur's foil, into the fic, and made up several ideas and headcanons I personally find cool. Arthur and Excalibur, Coins of Life and Death, Crystal of Fire, Morgana and Emrys, Avalon and Camlann, the Plagues.

I made Mordred adult (the only reason why he is a child in S1 is a nod to the legends' affair of Arthur and Morgana) and a foster son of Aglain. Yes, his father was killed by the Knights of Camelot when he was a child, yes, he killed them all in return, but he grew up in a good and peaceful family and therefore was more or less healed. There were no slavery or cruelty, his soul remained intact. His love and loyalty to Morgana, their destiny together, is not overshadowed by anything. (So far) I also tied his and Morgana's childhood through Gorlois.

Morgana stays with the druids after the Nightmare Begins, she avoids Arthur's raid. She begins to study magic and the Triple Goddess's faith with them, but is it enough to prevent her fate?

Trillium and Aconitum are not a Character Driven Story, it's Destiny Driven. Destiny here is basically the pattern of the Arthurian Legends; they will come true one way or another; the stars cannot be rewritten, only reassembled. The Legends' key elements are the laws of the story's universe. But the characters do not know these laws, even if they can see visions of the future; they think they follow the path lead by their own decisions and beliefs.

So, Morgana staying with the druids and falling in love with Mordred influenced Arthur, Merlin and Camelot. Mordred's break up with Kara helped Merlin to reveal his magic to Arthur, etc. (Artifacts are also important and fateful in my stories. If one brings a magical artifact in the world it worries the destiny's waves) Though briefly, I explored all Morgana's roles: seer, druidess, princess, Saxon's queen, Arthur's healer, the Triple Goddess' vessel and Judgment (along with Mordred)

There's no milking of the revealing, no Uther's long suffering, I just don't like these and got rid of them as fast as possible. King Arthur and his Wizard Merlin with no delays, fighting against the Barons and Nature rebelling against the Kings' order.

My Arthurian OC's Sir Galahad and Elaine were my special pleasure. I redesigned the image of Sir Galahad to fit him in the BBC's show. Who can this Knight-Saint be in this pro-magic, pro-druids universe? How can Elaine (who is a druidess and Aglain's daughter in Trillium and Aconitum) affect Lancelot? How can Lancelot affect Mordred and Morgana?

Even though I hate the Crystal Cave episode because of Merlin's decisions there, but I was fascinated by the Cave itself, the Source of All Magic. So I came up with a lore for it, and made it a centrepiece of the story (just like the show, yes): Taliesin the Bard, Keepers, Crystals, and Nature Elements. Morgana and Mordred, not Merlin, see the future in the crystals and hear the Disir, but Merlin saves it. These three, they are like always dancing in harmony.

As everything in this fallen world, this story could have been better; especially in the terms of language. But for almost a year and a half, writing this story has become my main hobby, and I feel that I will not rest until I finish everything that I have planned, good it is or bad, I just must.

Now I'm coming up with the sequel, Aconitum, and have many ideas to step into the untouched for me personally and for this pairing land: magic is free, but what's next? What is the Golden Age? As Mordred asks himself, what do heroes do when the happy ending comes? Like in the first part, there will be a misunderstanding trope: the characters are sure that they know, but in fact they know nothing. There will be the Holy Grail, I absolutely love it, united Albion, tragic Gwencelot, cursed found family of Morgana, Mordred, Morgause and Cenred (I always regretted Morgause and Cenred died so early.) And secrets from the past(it ends where it all began), and someone will die in the end, as foretold.

#druid au #mordred x morgana #mordana

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izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin · 7 months ago

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do u have an oc ?

I have a couple yes, hear are my three main OC's!

This is Sprinkles, the Vigilantes (Pizza Tower) adopted daughter!

This is Liz (the blue cat) the other one is Aconitum, her Gf (another Pizza Tower oc)

And this is MT, Liz's twin brother

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pixiepaws12 · 1 month ago

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Lore crumbs🤫🤫🤫

Aconitum Doodle yipie

One of these days while I was bored in class I decided to draw and yes I decided to put Nightmare a little involved in the lore of Aconitum so here's a little bit of the lore (It is still in the process of creation)

Aconitum(Sans) belongs to me

Nightmare!Sans belongs to @/jokublog (I don't know if I need to give credit but I did anyway lol)

#my post #art #my art <3 #doodle #artists on tumblr #ibispaint art #ibispaintdrawing #ibispaintx #idk what else to tag #aconitum!sans #pixiepaws12 doodles #utmv oc #utmv sans #utmv au #nightmare sans #Nightmare traumatized another one oh no #aconitum has stars on its body :00 #crumbs of lore

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chrisandherworks · 3 years ago

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𝓐𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓶: 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓘 | 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓼 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 (18+)

Here is the first chapter, I hope I will get to post weekly. If the prologue raised question marks, this one might be even more confusing. Hahahaha.

MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS STORY.

Prologue (previous chapter)

Wordcount: 2,7k words

Warnings: violence, strong language.

RAMONA

Duality, especially in nature, manifests in all kinds of forms: harsh winters bring the most beautiful and treasured memories during the holidays, gentle springs often end up initiating tempestuous storms, romanticized summers tend to melt away all of the remaining love. Yet, autumn is the one that marks death and rebirth at the same time. It holds the warmth of late summers and the chilliness of early winters. As migratory birds choose to fly away from the unforgivable winter, others remain in their place, embracing change, embracing survival, embracing death.

The beauty of eternal rest frequently showed up as colourful leaves haunting the roads leading towards Arcpool’s periphery. The air was still warm, Ramona could feel it through the taxi’s half open window. The driver wasn’t too shy about his cigarette addiction as he drove with one hand, savouring the nicotine.

Ramona’s own tan fingers brushed against the back of her hands. They used to be soft and gentle, now the harshness stayed as a reminder of her own struggles. All the late nights were imprinted on her face too. The dark eyebags didn’t treat her tenderly - ah, the duality of nature, the change that autumn brought. Like the leaves haunting the roads, she was haunted as well.��

Shaking trees started to cover the way, rays of sunlight were already losing themselves under the wheels of the speeding car. Even though it was only an early evening, the sun was trembling and waiting for something. The answer arrived as the X Mansion came into sight. Guarded by iron gates covered in ivy and unsteady branches that were ready to snatch away every crossing soul, the estate of the X family did know how to make an intimidating impression. There was no need for anyone to speak, the gates automatically opened. The taxi driver didn’t even seem phased.

Maybe I’m not the only one that’s haunted.

As the car pulled in the driveway, Ramona opened her purse and grabbed her tattered wallet.

“How much for the ride, sir?”

She knew how much it cost, so she was ready to bargain the price. The taxi driver made a guttural sound. He didn’t seem to mind her, he was more concentrated on his cigarette.

“Hmm?”

Ramona used the same tone.

“How much for the ride, sir?”

“Ah, the ride! Yes! Nothing, it was all covered by the family.”

He was done with her and she was done with him. Ramona barely got out of the car and it already drove away; the car wheels were devouring pieces of the effervescent pavement. It was like the taxi tried to go towards the direction of the sun; it kissed her chocolate brown hair goodbye. Truth to be told, nobody wanted to ever be catched by dark.

Another reason to hate men. Great.

A stoic and misunderstood giant stood in front of Ramona. It had three levels. Several tall, glossy windows wanted to peek at her appearance but the silk curtains would not allow it. She was invading the mansion’s territory, a building older than her whole family tree. Cinnamon bricks glared at her, who thought such a shade of brown could hold such a gloomy state. Not a crack to be spotted. She made her way towards the dark, wooden door. It towered over her. She stared at it, it stared back. Still, it wasn’t the door that held her gaze longer than it should have, but the metal doorbell that duplicated the shape of a goat. Ruby eyes fancied the golden cross protecting her neck. She scoffed. The young woman grabbed the circle held by its atrocious mouth and knocked three times. That’s when it opened, just like the gate.

Definitely haunted.

“Hello?”

All was fair between shadow and light, but in this doubtful case the only source of luminescence brought inside was the one materializing behind her slender figure. Her own shadow wanted to break free and sink inside abyssal dullness. Two steps forward, two prayers and two sceptical thoughts.

Suddenly, the heavy door moaned behind her. It closed. She instinctively grabbed her cross, not moving one meter.

“Good evening, Miss Cortez.”

¡Dios mio! I forgot to close it!

In front of the now closed door, a gentleman dressed in elegant attire looked straight at Ramona. His wrinkled and sickly-looking face made her question a few things, but she kept her composure. Her fingers grasped the handbag’s handle a little tighter.

“Good evening, sir.”

“I presume that you are here for the open position.” A drop of drowsiness escaped his lips, comparable to a sleeping death. “When you meet the stairs, do not climb them. Stay on this level by turning right. You shall find whoever is left awaiting, just like you, Miss Cortez. The masters will most likely have you in a few minutes, after they are done with the others.” Ramona looked at the direction leading towards the stairs, then at the butler again. Or where the butler was supposed to be, now that he was gone at the blink of an eye.

¡Santa María! The things I do for dinero!

Her lips met with her golden cross.

¡Protégeme y ayúdame!

As she called for Saint Mary, brightness was brought to her vision. Now she got to see everything clearly; onyx marble floors danced under her moving feet, tall chandeliers winked at her. Infinite columns carefully held the room. She paid no attention to the threatening stairs as she took right. Peeks of lighted candles illuminated her way. Ramona had to look twice at them, for a second she thought they were levitating, but they were just hanging on the mulberry walls. A musky smell started to embrace the air while she paced down the hallway, a door was expecting her at the end of it. And so did an unfamiliar duo.

Two other girls were waiting on a mauve velvet sofa. These two could not be any more than different. One of them looked like a doll freshly pulled out of her box - the toy that a child might have been expecting on a Christmas morning. Her body was carefully hugged by a white sundress, a baby blue cardigan made sure she wasn’t going to get cold. The dark wig that she wore was perfectly curled, a pink headband was safely placed over her bangs. Her dark skin was enriched by the light colours, but what made her stand out were her big, doe eyes, her soft cheeks, her thick eyelashes and her rosy, plump lips - she truly was the image of a doll.

The other resembled a doll made out of rags, the polar opposite. Her dark roots were overgrown; only her bleached, blue faded ends were adding a pop of colour to her vanishing image. Her dark clothes were unironed, her shoes were muddy. One of the sneakers was even missing a pairing sock. This whole outfit might have seemed terrible in people’s eyes, but Ramona got to understand that during certain days, the worst to some might be the best to others. That’s why she was trying not to judge either of those girls, she was really trying. But she was slowly failing.

“Are you here for the job too?” the cheerful tone of the sweet looking one caught her attention.

Ramona straightened her back, she had to look her best, especially in front of someone that appeared to be better than her.

“Hope not, that would be just more competition,” the other added grumply.

That answer raised one of Ramona’s eyebrows.

To me, you are not.

“Actually, I am.”

“Shit, I’m not gonna get this job.” She quickly got up and grabbed her torn-apart backpack.

Well, that was fast.

“What do you mean, Bells? You said you really needed this.”

The doe eyes opened up even more in shock, her small hand was close to grabbing Bells’ jacket.

“Sorry, Lottie Doll, but I’m not humiliating myself. I don’t even know why I came all this way.”

“But, I am not Lottie doll.”

“Then, sorry, Barbie.”

“That’s not my name…” Unsureness reflected in her voice.

“Maybe someday it’ll be.”

She shook her head disapprovingly.

“I told you my name was Audrey!”

Ramona could slowly analyse the different behaviours of Audrey and Bells, she was glad that they were just strangers that met most likely, only a few minutes ago. Maybe the situation would have been different if they were friends or family.

Friends or family.

Now Bells was heading down the way that Ramona came from.

“See ya!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t leave,” Ramona crossed her arms over her chest, “they are looking for blood donors and they didn’t specify which blood type they need. There might be a need for all of them; the more, the merrier.”

And who knows who might be actual competition.

“I didn’t even think about that!” Audrey’s lips curled in the sweetest smile, now she found the confidence to follow Bells along. “You should stay! What's your type? Mine is O+.” The words fell out of her mouth like butterflies and swallows.

Bells stopped in her tracks. She furrowed her thick, dark eyebrows for a second.

“B-.”

“That’s great, we have different ones! What about you?” Her eyes focused on Ramona’s figure, her sunny personality confused her for a bit. She no longer followed Bells and came back to her. She was similar to someone she knew. “Gosh, I didn’t even introduce myself! I am Audrey and that grumpy fellow trying to run away is Bells.” She shook her hand, Audrey had smother ones.

“Ramona, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Ramona!”

“Also, my blood type is A+. We have different ones.”

“Amazing! Maybe they would take all of us in!”

While Audrey was full of rainbows and sunshines, Bells just laughed dryly. A sprinkle of repulsiveness trembled in her throat.

“Of course you are an A+, a minus wouldn’t have looked good on you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You are the A+ type, that’s all.”

Ramona’s hands fell on her own hips, she looked into Bells’ blue eyes. “I insist, elaborate.”

“Shit, you really want me to say it, huh? You literally stink of entitled bitch syndrome! You walked into this place like you own it, with your stuck-up nose hanging high on your face.” Bells pronounced each word strongly. “You act like you didn’t come here for the job, but like you are the one hiring!”

¡Vete pa’l carajo!

Audrey covered her gasping mouth. A cataclysmic urge seized Ramona and it was ready to come out.

Avalanche.

“Ramona, please, please, don’t listen to her! Let’s all get along, it isn’t even the beginning of the interview! Let’s not make a scene!” She tried to get between the two, but it was already too late. Too damn late.

“¡Ah, sí! The beginning of the interview!” The first laugh that broke out of Ramona today was a cruel and cold one. It was almost like she iced the space, chills started to pirouette down Audrey’s back. “You dare to be all mighty and criticize me, yet you couldn’t bother to take a shower before coming here. If I stink of entitled bitch syndrome, you smell like a fucking rat from the Needles!”

CRASH

It came out of nowhere; tumultuous, deafening, ear-splitting. The impact it had shook the building, it vibrated through the whole hall, no, through the whole mansion. Dust infused all around them, Audrey’s eyes were tearing. She brought a hand to her coughing mouth. She wished Ramona slapped Bells’ face with her freezing hand, she wished Bells punched Ramona with her feisty fist, God, she wished for anything else, but this.

Ramona covered her nose with her green turtleneck, Bells impulsively went on the ground, hands over her head. She thought the other levels were about to collapse over them. They all thought they were about to die. Tears started to drop, Audrey could no longer hold them in. They all looked at the direction of the crumbling sound, where the dust came from, the direction of the stairs.

Ramona was already hurrying that way. “Stay here! Stay put! I’ll go look for help.”

“B-but, the owners are after this door right here!” Audrey’s voice could barely be heard.

“Trust me, if they were, they would have come out!”

Ramona went further into the sandstorm.

“YOU CRAZY ASS BITCH!” Bells shouted, following Ramona.

If the two were close to danger, Audrey also came close to it.

All three of them came back to the beginning of nothing. A good part of the bricks was now all over the place, spread through the main entrance. It seemed to have hit a small part of the stairs, yet they were still standing majestically. The upper floor didn’t seem affected at all; Ramona suddenly stopped, followed by Bells, followed by Audrey.

The ground was covered in sharp shards of glass, the three chandeliers peacefully rested on the crushed marble floors. They glimmered through the last ray of sunshine that visited them through the enormous hole made in the wall.

The sun went to sleep, but they woke up.

“WHAT THE HELL?”

That’s when they noticed the missing column; it no longer stood where it was supposed to be, it went missing, it went through that hole.

No, it created that hole.

Particles of dust began to spread around, allowing them to see things clearer. He rose from it, like a sculpted figure, like an Adonis. A ripped shirt was barely covering his robustus chest, he inhaled and exhaled. He was waiting for something, the calm before the storm. Or the calm after a tornado.

“MAN, WHAT THE FUCK? IT WAS JUST A SCRATCH, NOT EVEN A CENTIMETER BIGGER THAN A THUMB.”

They noticed the other one, same height like the Adonis, lankier build, shimmering in gold. If Audrey was the present underneath the Christmas tree, he was the star sitting at the top. He went closer to Adonis, his hands grasping desperately through the air for something imaginary, something unreal. “Shit, shit! If Ginsei sees this, you are done, we are done! You and your stupid ass, I just borrowed your car, I didn’t kill your whole family or anything like that! It was just a scratch, man!”

“Watch your fucking mouth.” Adonis finally spoke. Stern voice, stern appearance. It matched him well. His glistening eyes found the three little lambs, staring at two wolves. “And who the fuck are you supposed to be?”

Ramona wanted to speak, she was supposed to be the one speaking. Her mouth moved lightly, but Bells was already running hers around, just like her body. Looking and searching for something, she couldn’t even swallow her words properly. She walked as far away from them as she could, her feet trying to avoid the glass.

“We are nobodies, we were just leaving. Right, girls?” She looked at them, something trembled inside of her. “Right, girls?”

No answer came from them, but from the golden one. He might have remembered her of an unpleasant memory, because she was trying so fucking hard to hide her disgust. “Yeah, nobodies? Never heard about nobodies ever crossing the X threshold. Ya’ don’t even have a name?” She blinked and he was right in front of her, one puff appart. Her eyes noticed them all. Shoulder-length, bleached and dyed, blonde hair, expensive sunglasses, multiple golden piercings. Bells didn’t reply, she stood there. If Adonis was a man-made sculpture standing on the other side of the room, she now was one of Medusa’s stone carvings. A stunned victim.

“We came here for the job.” Ramona’s voice helped Bells release a well-held breath. “We didn’t mean to run into your little dispute, we just thought you might need help dusting everything off.”

Ice.

“Ha?” He turned towards Ramona. “I didn’t hear shit, there is no job here.”

“There is,” she assured him, “we are not here to cause any trouble. Like you are, for example.”

“Ah, if she is a nobody, you definitely act like somebody.” He no longer paid attention to Bells, he didn’t have to, ‘cause he found the shepherd. Again, the girls just blinked and he moved himself across the room, savouring Ramona’s heartbeats. “What if I stopped it?”

Their eyes met.

“Stop what?”

“Your heart, you fu-”

“Kinzou.”

They all turned their heads in the direction of the stairs. He was standing at the top of them, accompanied by three others. His voice cut like a knife.

“Do not move another finger. We are here to have a discussion.”

The sun went down a while ago, Audrey looked again at that hole.

“But it’s so dark outside.”

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akeshimas · 4 years ago

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art dump

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toboob · 5 years ago

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Was havin some Todd feels on this fine day.

#tobi's art #oc #original character #aconitum stuff #werewolf #lycan #lycanthropy #lycanthrope #sorry i only draw r*ddie i say as i get immediately into my ocs again #is this me being thirsty for pj in htmia? yeah yeah it is #shh

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aximeck · 7 years ago

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I can't remember if I simply thought this or actually went through and said it, but I absolutely love your art style. Also your blood hunter is lovely and I'm digging the hair.

Awww thank you so much! Definitely took a while to get to where I can actually say I like this style, so that means a lot. Also:

Ollaruk appreciates the compliment :)

#projectcodex #thanks for asking!#sketches #ollaruk aconitum #my ocs

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wanderlust-songbird · 3 years ago

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(Art was done by a couple of old friends back in 2016. While the former drawing's artist had long since deleted their account, the latter was drawn by V a n i l l a on Pokemon Amino.)

//So this is one of my very old Pokemon OCs, which happens to be a shiny Moonflower (Datura) Florges by the name of Kasdeya.

Because of the fact that the flowers are poisonous & psychoactive, she is actually Fairy/Poison type. Her poison can result in an assortment of effects if digested, such as fever, hallucinations, delirium, respiratory depression, & even death.

I honestly want to make a few more other versions of a Fairy/Poison type Florges, with each one being a different poisonous flower like Hellebore, Alstroemeria, Larkspur, Aconitum, Oleander, & maybe Bleeding Heart. Their poison effects would also work differently depending on the flower they carried.

But I am considering making Kasdeya one of the Pokemon on Vega's team. Maybe Corvallis could have an Oleander or an Alstroemeria one on his team...

#All Things Have An Origin | Muse Info/Headcanons #Lady Datura | OOC

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matcha-bnuuy · 4 years ago

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You've been visited by the random OC question fairy! :D ~☆

What’s their name? Is it a long name? What’s their full name if it’s complicated (first names, middle names, and last names)?

Hello random-oc-questions fairy!!! thanks for the ask! :3

I’ll answer for Acon because he’s got an interesting name with a lil bit of lore behind it, rather than most of my characters I just yeet a name at and call it a day

He goes by “Acon” because it’s shorter, but his entire name is “Aconitum Ratthorn” Aconitum being the scientific name for wolfsbane, a highly potent, toxic plant. His twin brother’s name is “Mandrake” but goes by “Mandy”, as both were named after toxic and dangerous, oft-seen in fantasy plants.

the ‘warband’ title name comes from the combination of his dads’ names, same with Mandy’s being ‘Scourgeflight’ they just shuffled them around

#The-Bubble-Opera #ask #character ask #Acon #Aconitum #Aconitum Ratthorn #my character #thanks for the ask!#it was unexpected!!!

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peace-for-levi · 3 years ago

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“Death has always followed you.”

Damn, we love a cold open like this, way to draw us in, Ben! What a good opening line.

“...purple monkshoods you were able to see from there, which brought you an odd sense of relief, yet made you highly aware of your constraints. Let it be known, it wasn’t like you withheld the beautiful parts of your extremely mundane existence, you just were more focused on the bad ones, and that was because the world seemed to be willing to wreck your few positive thoughts about it and completely wither your determination.”

Very interesting paragraph here. I have had to read up on flowers for morgen. Purple monkshoods or aconitum napellus are known to be highly toxic flowers. So there is positivity in the reader’s life, but it is always infected with the negativity? Very nice.

“You’re laying down with your head on his lap, as he traces the outlines of your face, looking back at him with all the gratitude your eyes are able to convey…”

MMMF ok stop Jean is such a touchy-feely lover and not in the suffocating sense. I am touch-starved ben don’t do this to me.

“Not in a figurative way anymore, it became a literal one the day your boyfriend was killed.”

YO WHAT THE SHIT STOP WITH THESE ONE-LINERS. THEY’RE STABBING ME IN THE CHEST HERE. But yes we love short sentences - or stand alone sentences - to add tension bby you go girl!!! Istfg why are all my moots so talented at writing?? Half of whom don’t speak english as a first language? I am jealous pls stop

“You almost fail to believe you’re actually about to meet the man whose life you’re going to end, eventually, but you hope yours will end in the process, because you really have no meaning to give to it anymore after the job is done.”

Same bestie bring it in. Okay but fr, i was once writing a Levi x OC fic wherein my OC had also resigned themselves to death like this. It’s very sad. Very heart-wrenching to write. Instantly pulled into the fic more (I love me a tragic character/tragic hero)

“Jean?”

FUCKING WHAT?!?!?! BEN JESUS GIVE ME A CHANCE TO BREATHE HERE

“Now that he’s here, stroking your hair softly and watching you drift off, drift away from him, he hopes you’ll be this peaceful forever, it looks good on you. He hopes you’ll get to have everything in your life, wishes your parents could see the amazing person they’ve created, hopes they’ll eventually stop trying to shape you into someone else. You’re perfect this way.”

Stop im sobbing, that entire paragraph is so beautiful. If any of you have watched Arcane, hearing the phrase, "you're perfect" always kills me. Perfect in spite of everything, perfect after eveything he has seen. ben stop the madness nOW

“I’m sorry. My name is Eren.”

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Is all i can say.

Killshot, chapter I: purple

masterpost || playlist || taglist || the meaning behind the colors

Content: friends to lovers to enemies to lovers again, angst, smut, hurt/comfort, sniper!Eren, modern world, mutual pining, illegal organizations.

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x female bodied reader

Word count: 7.7 k

Content warning part I: 18+, dark content, depictions of depression/anxiety, suicidal thoughts/tendencies, mentions of human trafficking, explicit language, violence.

Summary: Eren Jaeger. That was the name of the man who had killed your boyfriend, and the name of the person whose life you should have ended to get revenge, but life itself, as well as emotions, is not something you can control, and stories don’t have only one side to them.

Disclaimer: once again reminding you that english is not my first language, so be kind and understanding, and gently point out any mistakes you might find. Reblogs and opinions are appreciated! Please read the note at the end, enjoy <3

Death has always followed you.

Not even in a literal way, it’s always been more of a figurative one, the kind you associate with a different loss, a different mourning.

Keep reading

#y'all #Y'ALL #I CANNOT PUT INTO WORDS HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS #AND THIS IS ONLY THE FIRST CHAPTER???#ben i wanna kiss you ON tHE MOUTH #you talented bean #i am trying to read this with bleary eyes as i am still a liiiiittle bit drunk but jesus #some of these paragraphs are so cleverly constructed and woven; each paragraph has a purpose #this HURT ben #YOU HURT ME #NOW PAY FOR MY THERAPY #i promised i'd read this before my last semester started and god now i am sucked in #i'll try read the second chapter tomorrow but i am so so busy #being too busy to read my moots' fanfics is always a bummer #eren x reader #cece; recs #cece moots; sakurashell

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