#n there's of course beloved. but that's also a general pet name anyone can call you

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godddds okay before we actually sleep. i think it's cute how we have different pet names fer y'all depending on who's talkin'. Stan and Lee call y'all doll, it feels weird fer me to call you that since that's their go-to pet name for anyone. Mine is apparently darlin'. Idk if there are others rn but it's... it's cute to me. djsjdjfjd///

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FICTOBER 2020 – PROMPTS #01 TO #05 – WTNV/FMA AU – GEN, NO WARNINGS

📻 PREVIOUSLY ON: episode one – pilot

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“NO, COME BACK, said the spider to the fly, but we all know how the rest of that story goes.

“Welcome to Resembool.”

“TODAY, THERE IS THIS: a story about someone.

“This information is less helpful than you might think. All stories are about someone, in the singular or plural or uncountable. It’s what makes them stories, instead of disparate collections of facts and events loosely coiled about some narrative anchor.”

“HERE, THEN, are the particular someones this story concerns itself with – a man who is not large, and a man who is not small.

“Of course, this is only one way of describing them, and not even the one most people might use. Truth is not often equivalent to relevance, but for the purposes of this story it is close enough anyway.

“The man who is not large sits at a desk with a phone. The scene is not much different to anyone else sitting at a desk with a phone, and indeed not much different from his usual behaviour at all, except that he is frowning.

“This is, in turn, because his calls are not getting through.”

“AT THIS MOMENT, the man who is not small arrives. There is very little in common in the way of physical appearance between these two men, save for the possibility that if you ignore everything else about the situation, you might quite understandably think that both of their faces are made for smiling.

“Neither one is smiling now. The man who is not small crouches a little when entering the room, as some people who are not small are wont to do. No luck, sir? he asks.

“No luck, the man who is not large agrees, but not in a way that is frustrated.

“Or rather – it is true that he is frustrated, but that is not the most relevant thing. He taps his fingers, looks to the ceiling, and thinks.”

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“WE CUT BRIEFLY AWAY from this story to the community classifieds.

“Item: Curtis Butchers is looking to hire an additional staff. The job requires comfort around cleavers and other large knives, but not butchery experience since you will find yourself learning rapidly on the job, and anyway that’s the easy part. What’s the hard part? Wouldn’t you like to know. To apply, head down to the store and challenge one person to arm wrestling. Who you choose will be the first part of your interview. Good luck!

“Item: Ice-cream truck found in the parking lot of Dark Owl Records, vacant but in good condition. If this is yours, contact Rebecca Catalina, owner of Dark Owl Records. If this is not yours, but you are interested, maybe contact her anyway. She has some interesting ideas about a joint venture of sorts.”

“AND FINALLY – item: Base to Phoenix, town square, ten o’clock. That’s… literally all this last sheet of paper says. No clue what that’s about, but doubtless the recipient must have understood the message anyway.

“This has been the community classifieds.”

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“AND NOW, WE RETURN TO the story at hand.

“…so I figured it was worth a try, the man who is not large is saying to the man who is not small. I have a theory that– never mind, we’ll know if it’s true or not based on how this pans out.

“The man who is not small does not say anything aloud in response to this statement. The contemplative silence is uncharacteristic of him, or at least how people usually perceive him, but then again everything they are doing now is uncharacteristic of how people usually perceive them.”

“PERCEPTION, AS IT HAPPENS, can often be neither relevant nor true.

“He’s going to kill me if this actually goes through, the man who is not large remarks, in a manner all too cavalier for such a comment. Ringing him up just to talk his ear off.

“That didn’t stop you before, the man who is not small observes.

“The man who is not large laughs. It really hasn’t, yeah. But who wouldn’t be happy to hear my dulcet tones? Or, more importantly… the news of my beloved wife and lovely daughter!”

“THE MAN WHO IS NOT SMALL studies the stack of photographs that have been thrust in his face. She really is growing up well, he says, and this impression at least is true if not particularly relevant.

“Although it is very relevant to the man who is not large, judging by the breadth of his grin. You’re a good man, Major. Ever consider having kids yourself?”

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“LET’S PAUSE HERE AND TAKE A LOOK at traffic.

“There is a woman. We will call her Emma, and I won’t tell you if that is her real name – or more accurately I can’t, for reasons that will soon become clear.

“Emma came to this town just over two years ago, bringing only her daughter with her. Old Woman Pinako, smoking a pipe on her porch near the car lot, would see her arrival and think privately that it seemed more like a fleeing.

“Then she would extinguish her pipe and come forward to offer assistance anyway. They would not form any kind of instant trust, because Old Woman Pinako had been right in her guess, but both are practical women, in the way that you tended to get when you are adjacent to someone who practices alchemy.”

“BUT THAT WAS THE PAST. This is now.

“Now, Emma listens to the radio, hears about the newcomers to town, and worries. Her daughter is older, now, and I will tell you nothing about her either, besides that she has brown braids and blue eyes and a smile like the sun. Sometimes, she plays happily with the dog that welcomes her at Rockbell Automail, like Den reminds her of a family pet she was too young to remember.

“Sometimes, out the corner of Emma’s eye, her daughter bears a different form, like she is not sure what shape she should have when no one is looking. Sometimes it reminds her of the shadowed shapes she saw in the basement lab, the ones her husband only smiled about when she asked, scared and desperate and furious: you did this? Is this also what you’re planning to do to me, to N–

“And so Emma wonders if she got them away from her husband quickly enough, and worries if the newcomers are looking to bring her back. If they suspect what her husband, the alchemist, had been trying to do.”

“THE GENERAL ANSWER TO ALL OF THESE QUESTIONS is that she did what she had to, and will continue to do so. The specific answers are yes, probably no, and no.

“The real answer is that none of these answers will be enough to reassure her, but at least they might help.

“This has been traffic. And now, the weather.”

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“SO THAT’S THE WEATHER FORECAST FOR this coming week, but perhaps there was something you were more keen to hear about. A phone call, perhaps.

“Alas, listeners, I’m afraid I don’t much news for you on that front. You see, there are municipal regulations requiring enclosed booths around payphones to prevent undue weather damage to the equipment. As such, when the phone in the town square rang at ten, and a man stopped to answer it, there was a door he could pull closed behind him.

“However, the regulations say nothing about making the booth proof against eavesdropping, only rain, and so some parts of his words still drifted out anyway, stolen snatches of half a conversation: why did we let you choose the codenames? and yes, Eagle is fine, just itching to shoot something and I’ll report in as soon as I have something to–

“THIS LAST PART is said with forehead pressed against glass, eyes scanning the darkened streets outside, and presumably this is related to the way he stops suddenly, mid-sentence. A hurried murmur, too low to even guess at, and then he is hanging up and stepping out, pushing the door open.

“Who’s there? the man asks, measured in the way of someone who expects to be answered, and the words do not hang suspended in the night for long before a figure steps out of the shadows, hood drawn down around his shoulders.”

“THE MAN’S STANCE changes completely: he stiffens, and his tone is no longer measured when he says Marcoh? What are you doing here?

“It’s Mauro, the Sheriff replies, pulling his customary hood back up, and I could ask you the same thing, Lieutenant Colonel.

“It’s Colonel, actually, the man corrects, but not in a way that is actually meant to be a correction. I told everyone when we first arrived, it’s just for surveillance.

“The Sheriff says nothing, but the silence is loud enough anyway: that answer was unacceptable, try again.

“They’re planning something, and this town is standing in their way. Either it submits, or– you know what they’ll do. I can’t let that happen again, he finishes with an urgency that makes the words sound true, and relevant, and completely opaque to anyone else.”

“BUT THAT IS ONLY TO BE EXPECTED. This has been a story about someone, after all, none of which are us, and just because something is true and relevant to you does not guarantee that you will understand it at all.

“Stay tuned next for the crackling jingle of a blue truck parked by a records store, and the worried weight of a mother tucking her daughter in while wondering what will come tomorrow.

“Good night, Resembool. Good night.”

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📻 TODAY’S PROVERB:

There are many things in this world worth an arm and a leg. If it’s not your own, at least.

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happy inaugural fma day to me, and yes i’m celebrating it by putting out 100% self-indulgent content that is only borderline recognisable as fma because i can!! this also serves as a somewhat nonstandard fill to the first five fictober prompts, one for each section of the episode. i had to contort pretzels around myself putting some of them in, but it was a fun challenge anyway

this episode’s weather (which is arbitrarily decided by which 80s song is currently stuck in my head) was “eye in the sky” by the alan parsons project

characters introduced this episode, for those keeping score at home: maes as the man who is not large (who codenamed roy and riza as phoenix and eagle respectively for this op), alex as the man who is not small, curtis butchers as big rico’s, rebecca catalina as michelle nguyen, ex-mrs tucker pseudonym emma and nina as alive and well because to hell with shou tucker, and last but not least – marcoh as the sheriff of night vale, just because

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][Valentine's Day Alphabet for Wulf][ A || B || C || D || E || F || J || K || N || O || P || S || U || X || Y || Z

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A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Wulf likes showing it physically! Often he gives a friendly hand onto the shoulder or gently brushes his legs against someone else's. Playful fights are common with Edith and Wulf has fond memories of his parents teaching him to handle weapons with hands on his and teaching him how to do his hair into complex braids, with gentle and rough feeling hands tying his locks back (they're not dead or anything I'm just dramatic).

Rhys? He needs to make up for all those years that Rhys probably didn't get affection!! Rhys gets big meals to take with him, gets beautiful trinkets to make him look as much as he's worth, kisses and hugs that sweep Rhys off his feet and love filled words that Wulf may or may not spend an hour or two writing out before Rhys comes for his visit.

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

Not really? Flowers are incredibly short lived on Midgard so he thinks that they're rather useless gifts. But Wulf likes buttercups due to the little trick of placing them under your chin to see if you like butter or not.

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

He loves chocolate! But Wulf actually likes jawbreakers since they're something he can roll about in his mouth while doing stuff and just,,,go into that daze you get sometimes? Dissociate? Idk but he likes them and Wulf swears hands down that he will break a jaw breaker because he has the superior jaw Rhys! You can't stop him little love!

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

Wulf likes picnics and being able to hike and travel about in big wild areas. He wants to be somewhere with Rhys where they can enjoy being somewhere private and around nature and since Rhys's is blind then Wulf often takes them to fields so that it's easier for him to manoeuvre about. He wantd Rhys to feel the sun on his skin as Wulf makes nice breezes to keep him cool as well.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Thai golden retriever man? Loves hugs. Trembles a little the first time he actually hugs Rhys because this is a sign that he, a big scary man, is being trusted to hold this much smaller and delicate looking man! Wulf is always gentle and slowly squeezes as the hug goes on and he secretly uses it as a way to check if Rhys is gaining any weight or if he's still too skinny.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Not very good when he tries since Wulf is clumsy and effort just....doesn't make him look good at all. Wulf is much better when he's being earnest in his affections or when he isn't aware of the fact that he's being a beefcake.

Wulf's flirting is very brutally honest words that sound like laced up poetry. He speaks about features he loves from Rhys in excessive details while adding a fair bit of physical touch such as brushing some hair away behind Rhys's ear while waxing poetry about how beautiful he looks as the sunset cradles his features.

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

No, Wulf knows that Rhys is very dedicated to him and he feels no need to ever worry about Rhys cheating on him.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

He is! Wulf often pays attention to what his partner likes in a kiss and he often gives a very gentle kiss no matter what. He thinks it's a very sweet gesture and often it makes certain situations like sex even better when he gives such an innocent gesture in a filthy moment.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

Wulf is very attentive to his partner and is pretty much a service top in the way that he likes to take care of who he has sex with. This grows more when he's with Rhys since he feels such an urge to take care of him and to worship his sweet lover. He's sweet and often can switch between playful and intense depending on the mood. He can be mean if Rhys wants it though but Rhys must be specific about certain wants and needs.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

Yes! Wulf is an absolute poet and he may or may not actually spend time studying poetry just to make sure that he can keep sputtering out romance to Rhys lovingly.

The way Wulf speaks has always caught a few eyes, from negative to positive, but he's happy to be that odd man and he isn't going to change the way he speaks.

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

He doesn't really care about looks but Wulf does tend to notice people who take care of their hair or have pretty hair more. Mostly because a part of him often thinks "they'll get it when I take a longer time sorting out or cleaning my hair".

He looks for someone who tends to be honest and blunt with their opinions and someone who can also respect others opinions, albeit so long as they're not unreasonable. Conversation is very important and he likes to talk about something new everyday!

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

No, he wasn't all that focused on having a sweetheart as a kid unless you count his boyfriend from his teenage to his young adult years. But other than that? Wulf was just really focused on fish in his younger years.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

Wulf found out that his boyfriend had been cheating on him for a few months after dating for about two years so he was pretty broken hearted. Edith shattered the boyfriend's collarbone for hurting her little brother and Wulf eventually recovered welp enough. Though I've mentioned that he still avoids the shop of the person his bf cheated on him with.

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Yup! It always makes him blush a bit and Wulf feels special to be called a name that no one else gets called by a person who would usually never call anyone else by that name. Wulf of course uses names for his beloved and Rhys always gets a very generous "darling" or "precious one" when being smooched!

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Wulf never used to, but since dating Rhys? Definitely so. Rhys is....tiny and weak and yes, he is strong spirited and is very talented with his shadows - Wulf admires and loves that - but he is still frail and never seems to know which fights are worth fighting and instead seems to think that all fights must be worth his time!

He worries greatly about Rhys and Wulf will often finds himself keeping an eye out just in case he needs to intervene in a fight to keep his beloved safe.

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

50-60, which isn't many considering that Wulf is in his twenties and I imagine that Asgardians aren't considered proper adults until they're in their near 80s. He's definitely more sentimental and a lot of people he's slept with have been those who Wulf has a bond with and a handful of Midgardians he got excited about he's hoping Rhys will be his last.

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Kira Black

=BASIC INFO= FULL NAME: Kira Black NICKNAME(S)/ALIAS(ES): The Sorceress, witch, hunter PRONUNCIATION(S): Kee-rah AGE: Looks to be 24, is actually over 200 years old GENDER: Female SPECIES: Human (formerly), spirit (currently) BIRTH DATE: November 3rd SEXUALITY: Bisexual (leans more towards man) =PERSONALITY= PERSONALITY: cold, distant, quiet, serious, vengeful, harsh. If one manages to get close to her and have her warm up to them, she’s much softer and very gentle and caring.  EMBODYING QUALITY/IDEA: A wrathful spirit who uses her magic to bring pain to her enemies LIKES: Magic, reading, quiet places, animals, music, good people DISLIKES: Being called a “witch”, rude people, betrayal, most humans, loud people, being interrupted when alone FEARS: Caring for someone again only to have them betray her once more. WEAKNESSES: She’s too untrusting. It takes a long time for anyone to gain her trust. To everyone else, she’s cold and serious without actually meaning to be rude—she just comes off that way.  STRENGTHS: Once she trusts you, she will do whatever it takes to help you and keep you safe. SPECIAL/SIGNIFICANT BELONGINGS: Her spell book =PHYSICAL AND HEALTH INFO= HEIGHT: 5′6″ (shorter than some survivors, levitates in matches to seem taller) WEIGHT: 96 pounds BODY TYPE: Small and petite with a slight hourglass figure. Very skinny from malnutrition when alive. JEWELRY: Earrings PIERCINGS/TATTOOS: Earrings SCARS/DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scars on her back from abuse as a child, glowing eyes that create a magical mist =RELATIONSHIP INFO= RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Verse dependent PARENTS: unknown SIBLING(S): n/a – BEST FRIEND(S): verse dependent FRIENDS: n/a ACQUAINTANCES: all hunters ASSISTANTS: n/a GUARDS: n/a ALLIES: hunters PETS/SPECIAL ANIMALS: verse dependent  – ENEMIES: survivors, people in general MAIN ENEMY(IES): the living MOST HATED: the living =STORY INFO= STATUS: deceased BACKSTORY: Kira was born in 1613 in London, her parents being unknown as she was left on the doorstep of a childless couple. In contrast to what her parents believed when they left her on the doorstep of these people, they did not want a child and instead abused and tormented her. It wasn’t until she was 12 when she finally snapped and killed her “adoptive parents”. However, she killed them with a burst of magic. Kira, of course, didn’t know she had powers, and didn’t know her parents so she couldn’t tell if she inherited them or not. Word got out of a child who used witchcraft to murder her parents, and before Kira knew it, she was being hunted. The young girl took refuge in the woods outside of London where she found a book that was calling to her—a book of spells written by her mother as a gift. Kira treasured this gift and used it to grow stronger in the safety of the forest, and she even began to create her own spells and write them down. She spent eleven years in the woods, away from any form of civilization, until a thief came in seeking refuge. He met Kira and she fell in love with him, with how he stole her heart and brought her beautiful things from the outside world.  One day, the thief got terribly injured. In order to save his life, Kira exposed herself as magic to him by healing him. She believed her secret was safe with her beloved... but when he was caught stealing in town and nearly executed, he was quick to tell the officials that he knew where a witch was hiding and would tell them where if they let him go.  He led them to Kira’s little part of the forest where they captured her. She was unable to escape this time and was instead sentenced to a witch trial to be sure she was or wasn’t a witch. So, they bound her arms and legs and threw her into a lake to see if she would save herself.  Kira died from drowning in that lake, but the moment her life left her body, her magic and burning desire for revenge broke free and destroyed the little town as well as killed everyone within.  Now, she refuses to be hunted ever again. She’s the hunter now.  – PLACE OF BIRTH: London PAST LIVING QUARTERS: London, forest CURRENT AND FUTURE HOMES: Oletus Manor – NATIVE LANGUAGE(S): English LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, Latin =TALENTS/OCCUPATION/EDUCATION= OCCUPATION/JOB: N/A BOSS: N/A TALENTS: Magic, alchemy, enjoys singing YEARS OF EDUCATION: No formal education  LEVEL OF EDUCATION: N/A =GAMEPLAY= WEAPON/ITEM: Kira carries her spell book wherever she goes. From there she can use her magic to create slashes to injure survivors.  EXTERNAL TRAIT:  Porcelain Doll: With the appearance of a doll, Kira’s appearance isn’t as frightening as the other hunters. This means her fear radius is far smaller than most hunters. ABILITY:   Blink: Creating panic and fear requires but a flash. Tap to blink in the direction the camera is facing. Drag to blink in a different direction.  Spell Book (0): With her spell book, Kira can send off a burst of magic that will chase the survivor she is pursuing until it hits either them or an obstacle. It takes time for her to recover from using so much magic in one attack, however. Levitate (1000): Kira grows stronger as the battle continues, and thus can levitate high above the ground to get a bird’s eye view of the area around her.  Reform (2500): Kira can send off a spell and use it to teleport to that location. She can reach anywhere on the map and reform there. PERSONA: Detention & Insolence =VERSES= ~ᶜᵃⁿ ᵃⁿʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ʰᵉᵃʳ ᵐᵉˀ ᵃᵐ ᶦ ᵗᵃˡᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠˀ~ |Survivor Verse|:  Alias: The Witch Past: Kira had always been shunned and unwanted, ever since she was a little girl. She grew up being abused and made fun of for the way her eyes emitted a faint mist and glowed. It wasn’t until she was twelve that she left the home in which she was abused in and found the spell book her mother left for her. She tried to use her magic for good and to make money, but no one thought it to be real—but still, it was better than being killed for witchcraft. Kira was barely getting by when she received a letter inviting her to a game that promised her fame and acceptance if she should win. She wanted that more than anything in the world...so she accepted.  Abilities: Kira is a containment/assist type. She can use her magic to stun the hunter after being in their fear radius for a specific amount of time. Just being in a match with others allows the other survivors to get a boost of movement speed by 5%. Her healing speed is also increased by 35% because she can use her magic to heal. ~ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶦᵈᵉⁿᵗᶦᵗʸ~ |COA Verse|: The Netherwalker’s Spiderlily is one of his closest pawns. Kira, once lovesick and afraid of her lover dying from the Nether’s erosion, so she begged the Netherwalker to spare him and have her in return. With the deal made, Kira’s love was brought back to health—only to leave her for another woman and abandon her completely. The only person she now has is the Pickman and the Netherwalker... Thus, she does whatever is told of her. Does she agree with the Netherwalker’s orders and beliefs? Not in the slightest. But what other choice does she have other than to follow him..? ~ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ~ |Out of the Manor Verse|: This is a verse that all of my muses have. This ‘verse’ contains all AU threads, crossovers, and just any interaction that doesn’t take place within Oletus Manor.

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