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aquaburst3 · 1 year ago

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Last night I read someone's article analyzing Honest Fellow and his place in society. While I don't personally agree with most of OP's points as per usual, like the fact that I think Jamil is more on par with Ruggie rather than being "rich" and on par with characters like Riddle and Vil when it comes to wealth, one interesting one they mentioned is how all of the Halloween one shot villains so far served as one of the character's dark reflections. I honestly see that.

Rollo=Idia Both lost their brothers in tragic accidents. While Idia was able to deal with his anger and grief in a healthy way, Rollo was never able to accept or cope with his loss. He directed his anger towards himself for not being able to save his brother outwards, doing the flower thing in order to get rid of the one thing that stole his brother way in his eyes—magic. (Strictly talking about the canon versions here. My own take on the character is slightly different, even if they share the same backstory. Plus, I'm handling Ortho FAR differently in mine to the point he will seem like a different character. Rollo doesn't reflect Idia very much in mine as a result.)

Honest Fellow=Ruggie Both come from impoverished backgrounds and have been screwed over by society to varying degrees, clinging to wealthy benefactors. Both also have UMs that control people in different ways. While Ruggie is fully willing to swindle, steal from and take advantage of oblivious rich people, he has his limits about how far he'll go and has compassion for others, even those from rich backgrounds. Honest Fellow wallowed his resentment, and took out his anger for his circumstances by willingly taking part in a plot that would turn people, especially magic users and from privileged backgrounds, into puppets. This is likely due to thanks to Ruggie being able to go to NRC and Leona helping Ruggie grow past his station while Honest Fellow was not, it's still no excuse or make Honest Fellow's actions any less fucked up. Plus, Leona also cares about Ruggie and treats him with respect whereas Honest Fellow's boss treats him like trash. (Granted, I don't think this arc was well written. Hell, I have plenty of issues about how Honest Fellow was handled as a character, especially about him not paralleling his canon counterpart. Neither here nor there rn.)

I did something similar in my stories as well, albeit unintentionally somewhat. One example is for Addie (Yuu)...even if she's only a rival rather than outright villain like the above examples. There's also the final boss for her as well. But considering the first one won't show up until the next arc of my fic and the last one I want to keep under wraps, I will leave it at that for another post at a later point. However, the more I think about it, Destan, my "twisted" Narissa OC that shows up in the middle of my Savanaclaw rewrite fic who harassed my "Yuu", is Vil's dark foil.

Undercut thanks to spoilers to the next arc of my fic

Both are actors and Hollywood (or the fantasy version of that) nepo babies. Both feel like they are mistreated by the entertainment industry, Vil with being typecast as a villain and Destan for not being casted in hardly anything. Both have powerful UMs that can be deadly in the wrong hands, being connected to the Evil Queen in different ways. (Vil with his ability to curse anything or anyone he touches, and Destan's making him basically a Heartrender, aka being able to control another person's heart...literally.) What separates them is that Vil is kind, considerate and genuinely cares about others, wanting to help people become their best selves, while Destan sees others as pawns to get to help him become famous.

Yes, Vil is a polarizing and super flawed character. He's domineering, overly critical, controlling, harsh, impulsive, temperamental among a whole other laundry list of things. Also, yes. He did try to poison Neige. Double yes, the way that he treats Epel isn't it. However, at the end of the day, he wants to help out those in his dorm become their best selves. He gives others personalized body care. He helped others with their makeup in the first Halloween Event. In Epel's SSR dorm uniform story, when Vil needed help tinkering with magiwheel for one of his plays, he asks Epel, since he knows about his skills in that area and that it's something he enjoys. He put in a lot of hard work into his routine and wanted to win against Neige in legitimate means. He only resorted to the poison shit after he was disheartened by others loving Neige's shitty performance that he put no effort into. (Handling that differently in mine, but strictly talking about the canon here.) He's also the only person who overblotted so far who actually apologized to Yuu and tried to make it up to them.

If you include my writing as well, he genuinely cares about Addie's wellbeing and sees her as a friend by the end of his arc. He will even help her with something at one point during Pomefiore thanks to empathizing with her circumstances. He also apologizes for when he says something horrible to her and tries to make it up to her.

You can make the argument that he is using her and Epel to aid his VDC team, however, he never coerced them to do anything. He was up front about his conditions, both with her and Epel. They both have free choice. They are able to say no and back out at any time. Hell, she even agrees to help take down Neige at one point. While he could've been clearer with Epel about what everything entailed, that's more do to his own misunderstanding than anything on Vil's part.

Destan is the complete opposite, being like if Vil completely gave into his ire from the get-go and did anything to get the roles he wanted. He doesn't go out the way to help others around him. He only sees everyone as pawns, including his "friends". Rather than earning his goals and trying to accomplish them through honest means like Vil, he's taking the lazy and worst way out. Destan's whole plan is forcing Addie to be his girlfriend in order to be spotted with her and be thrusted into the spotlight like that. He will not take no for an answer, and will do some nasty shit to make her comply. How she gets out of that situation, only time will tell.

Destan also represents her ex that cheated on her. Both he and her ex boyfriend saw Addie as a sex object and a tool to put themselves in the spotlight. His UM being a nod to her ex being a "heartbreaker" is not subtle.

I admit, making these one shot villains dark foils to the NRC boys is genuinely clever writing and is one aspect that makes those events seem more engaging compared to most of the other ones. The fact that these guys are able even have darker foils goes to show you that most of the NRC boys are more like the Dregs from Six of Crows and more morally grey. It also proves that most of these guys have potential to be so well rounded they seem like real life people than characters based on cartoon villains if they just had more consequences for their actions and were handled differently in general. (Minus Ortho and Grim, who I think are poorly written characters. Ortho has no personality outside of being the "child character". Grim is poorly constructed and makes zero sense. King from The Owl House is what I imagine Grim would be like in the hands of a far more competent writer. But I'll save that for another post.)

I would say "great minds think alike". But since I think Yana is a highly overrated and terrible writer, I think it's a "even a broken clock is right twice a day" situation. xD I'm genuinely curious how the game will handle these "dark reflection" foils in future Halloween events and which characters Yana will pick out to be those. (I, for one, can see a twst version of Ernesto being Azul's thanks to him basically being Azul without any of the latter's positive traits or conscience. Same goes for a twst version of Jack Skellington for Kalim. Have no idea about who Jamil's dark foil could potentially be, though.)

#aqua rambles #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #aqua writes #rollo flamm #honest fellow #ruggie bucchi #idia shroud

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ouatnextgen · 5 months ago

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You've heard of dad lore, now get ready for....Rowena Lore!;

Rowena: Oh yeah, I really like burning people's houses down while drunk I guess. That's like the second time I've done that.

Kiran: Actually it's the fourth and a half time. And not just while drunk.

Rowena: Fifth and a half?

Kiran: Well let's see, there was the time you set fire to that doll house when we were children because I got hurt on it an you thought it did it om purpose. Then there was... Let's see.

The Mad Hare's house, in which you succeeded. Gothel's tower, in which you succeeded. The wicked witch's cottage, in which you succeeded. Those monsters hunters' house. You succeeded there... Oh and Queen Narissa's wing of the castle. In which you failed.

Rowena: I forgot about those.

The Merrymen * eyeing Warren who wouldn't hurt a fly and wondering how they're dating*

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Rowena: Oh that reminds me of the time I got kidnapped by the royal navy. Causing that particular ship to get jumped by my brother's ship and several others in the process.

Silver, snickering: Must have been a sight.

Ruby and Peter: ???

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Rowena: Oh that's Prince Edward and his friend Giselle. I helped them escape to the world without magic because queen Narissa was planning to kill them. Oh and those are their significant others from New York.

Killian: When did you have time to do that?!

Rowena: You'd be surprised how much time I have on my hands when you're asleep or away.

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Ruby: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE FIRST TIME YOU TRANSFORMED AROUND ROWENA YOU DIDN'T TRY TO ATTACK HER?!

Silver: I mean that I didn't attack her.

Ruby: HOW?

Peter: That's so unfair.

Rowena: Wait that was an option?

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The Rowena lore just stumps everyone she comes across.

Everyone @ Rowena after she casually mentions some crazy thing she did/saw:

#rwylm story

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avionvadion · 5 months ago

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Something I really want to see in the game at some point? A messed up RSA student. If we have a light trio at NRC, the same could be said in reverse for RSA. I can see such a character being like Adam from Hazbin Hotel, Prince Charming from Shrek or Maurice Cole from Black Butler. Someone who has a positive reputation for being like a fairytale prince, but when in reality it's all an act and he's actually a huge prick. I think a twst Hans, Narissa (the villain from Enchanted), or Ernesto (from Coco) would be perfect for such a role.

It would most likely be Hans or Ernesto 🤔 Narissa falls too close to Evil Queen and Maleficent. Hans and Ernesto, on the other hand, were genuinely believed to be good until the plot twist reveal.

#twisted wonderland #twst

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sweetbunpura · 1 year ago

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Obsidian Woodsdale

I didn't like how I did one of my OC's, so i did a total redesign on him.

Formally Night Alexander, now Obsidian Woodsdale!

Based on:

Queen Narissa

VA:

Zeno Robinson (Fogado from Fire Emblem Engage)

Other Names:

Seadragon-san - Floyd

Monsieur Chaos - Rook

Ozzy - by anyone who wants to call him that

Obi - Cater and only Cater

Species:

Human/Fae

Gender:

Male

Age:

Birthday:

11/21

Height:

180m - 5’11

Eye Color:

Pink

Hair Color:

Purple

Homeland:

Fleur City

Background:

Born as the 5th kid in a family of 10, Obsidian is the middle child and the 3rd son. Instead of going to Noble Bell, he beelines for NRC stating that it looked like it would be a better experience than NBC. Outside of the frequent overblots, he’s having a great time. He also streams in his offtime.

Personality:

Obsidian is a pretty chill guy and spends most of his time either streaming or in the gardens. Very sociable, can be seen spending time with the light music club members.

Dorm:

Diasomina

School year:

3rd

Class:

3-C, Student no. 3

Occupation:

Student

Club:

Mountain Lovers Club

Best Subject:

Ancient Magic

Dominant Hand:

Left

Favorite Food:

Flan

Least Favorite Food:

Peppers

Dislikes:

Lilia’s cookings

Heights

Hobbies:

Streaming

Photography

Gardening

Playing his saxophone

Talents:

Gardening

Unique Magic:

Chaos, Chaos - Causes anyone he casts it on to start causing chaos and mayhem, can infect multiple people with it.

Friends & Acquaintances:

Cater Diamond - Boyfriend

Jade Leech

Silver

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrogue

Sebek Zigvolt

Kalim Al-asim

Rook Hunt

#twst OC #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #Obsidian Woodsdale

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loosesodamarble · 2 years ago

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A Double Enchanted Tale

Here's my contribution to the Disney crossover event from @vs-redemption.

This is Disney’s Enchanted (with some plot changes) featuring Nacht x Josele (my oc) and Finral x Mallory (@sailor-muno's oc). Cameo from the ZorAcy ship (from @faewraithsworld). And not to worry I'm using my friends' ocs with permission~!

Cast -Josele as Giselle -Nacht as Robert -Finral as Prince Edward -Mallory as Nancy -Sterling as Morgan (Robert’s daughter) -Yuno as Pip the Chipmunk (but a more character appropriate bird here) -Liliane Vaude as Queen Narissa -Alecdora as Nathaniel (the queen’s lackey) -Zora and Acylla as Phoebe and Ethan (the couple that almost gets divorced but doesn't)

Putting this under a cut because it got loooooooooooooong. Lots of little headcanon notes as well as some drabbles for scenes in narrative format (not my best prose writing but I think I would've gone insane trying to do it all in headcanon format).

..........

As with the original film, this story begins with Josele waxing poetic and singing about True Love’s Kiss. She imagines her True Love™ with pitch black hair and sparkling blue eyes.

Yuno, Josele’s little songbird friend, helps put together the statue of Josele’s True Love™.

Josele’s song attracts the attention of a troll. When it tries to take her away, she fights back.

Elsewhere in the forest, Prince Finral is returning from a diplomacy mission in another kingdom, attended by Alecdora, Queen Liliane’s henchman.

Liliane keeps sending Finral away as a foreign ambassador to keep him distracted from romance. So long as he doesn’t find a bride, she can remain on the throne.

Finral isn’t a fighter but he’s always concerned about people who might need help so he rides into the woods, following Josele’s (kinda wretched) screams.

Alecdora attempts to follow but is left behind as he’s without a horse. He can only grumble that Liliane should try to have Finral killed and not just distracted. He’s fed up with the guy too.

Finral is chasing after Josele’s voice. Josele is fighting for her life.

Josele is up in the trees, trying to smack away the troll with tree branches. Yuno is desperately pecking at the troll.

.....

Finral followed the shouts of a woman’s voice through the forest until he happened upon a troll the size of a house, reaching into the trees.

“Leave me alone already!” Finral looked up to where the voice emanated from and saw a lady with brown hair. “There’s no way I’m going anywhere with you!” She had a tree branch held in both hands and used it to smack at the troll’s fingers when it got too close to reaching her. Finral also barely made out the flittering movements of a bird flying at the troll’s hands one in a while.

“Ahem!” Finral forcibly cleared his throat then projected his voice. “Sir Troll! I know I just arrived but it’s clear to me that you’re bothering that lady. She has no interest in you so I suggest you be on your way.”

The troll didn’t look at Finral and instead just grunted and continued to reach up.

Finral groaned but went on, “If you seek the attention of a fair lady, you must do better than this. Attempt a more gentlemanly approach. Give your name and offer a small gift in greeting, like flowers or even a particularly lovely stone.”

Granted, Finral had no clue if those strategies worked. He had always wanted to attend balls and other events in search of his True Love™. But he was so busy helping his mother establish friendly relations with other lands that he never had the time for romantic socialization.

“Love isn’t something you can force. It’s something you build through mutual efforts.”

“Would you be quiet?!” the troll snapped at Finral, finally giving the prince attention.

“Ah… Well…” Finral uttered.

“Or how about you leave?!”

The lady in the trees jumped down and swung her branch down on the spot between the troll’s eyes, the weak spot of those creatures. With a pained roar, the troll held its face and ran off into the woods. Finral wished he’d been able to do more. But he couldn’t not feel glad that the monster was driven away and that the lady in the trees was safe.

Speaking of…

Finral watched the woman land on a lower branch of a tree and lean against the trunk, probably letting out a sigh of relief. He got a better look at her. Brown hair that shined like varnished wood, a fair complexion, and arms that showed more muscle than Finral had ever seen on a woman.

“Excuse me, miss! You’re alright, yes?” Finral called up to the woman.

She turned her face to Finral and his breath was taken away by the beautiful depth of her brown eyes.

“Me?” She gestured to herself. “Yes, I’m oka—”

All of a sudden, her foot slipped and she was falling to the ground. Finral spurred his horse forward. And not a moment too soon as Finral caught the woman in his arms.

For a moment, the two of them stared into each other’s eyes.

“Hello…” the lady whispered, her face now colored a rosy hue. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Prince Finral,” he managed to say despite the tenseness of his throat and the heat in his face. “And you are?”

“Josele.”

“A name that’s as lovely as you are brave.” Finral’s heart thumped in his chest. He’d never had such a reaction to a woman. Did that mean that Josele was… his True Love™? “Would you… marry me?”

“Y-yes! Yes of course!” Josele blurted out, giggles bubbling in her voice.

“Then it’s settled, we’ll be married in the morning!” Finral exclaimed with glee.

As Finral and Josele rode into the sunset, singing refrains that came to them as naturally as breathing, the little bird that had been around earlier watched them leave. The bird was Yuno, Josele’s faithful companion.

“But he doesn’t even look like the True Love™ from your dreams, Josele!” Yuno yelled while flying after them.

.....

In New York City, Nacht and his daughter Sterling are on their way home in a taxi.

Nacht brings up to Sterling that he’s going to propose to his girlfriend, Mallory Demiscura.

Sterling: Her name sounds like an evil stepmother's name. Nacht: That’s not nice to say, Sterling. Mallory is a fine woman. And what’s more, she looks like she could actually be your mother. Sterling: Is that why you’re thinking of marrying her? Nacht: … Maybe.

Sterling frowns at the lame reasoning. It’s so unromantic. She wants her dad to marry someone he loves, not someone to be her mom.

As Sterling pouts and stares out the window, she spots a lady in an elaborate wedding dress climbing up a telephone pole.

Sterling hurries out of the car to investigate and Nacht of course follows.

Sterling: Aren’t you afraid of falling from there, miss? Josele: Not to worry! I’m used to being in high places! Nacht: So she’s a drug addict… Sterling: Or she climbs stuff often. Jeez dad, no need to be judgy. Nacht: Lady, I think you should get down from there! It’s not safe! Josele: Nah, I’ll be fi— (slips and falls) WAH!

Nacht instinctively goes to catch Josele because of course. Nacht is hurt more by the collision than Josele is. Sterling’s jaw drops at how durable and muscular Josele is.

Sterling: How did you get like that, miss? Josele: Get like what? So disheveled and dirty? Heh, well I’ve been wandering around, completely lost, all day. But I’ll be fine, I just need— (wobbles and collapses on top of Nacht again) To rest. Nacht: Uh, well, uh… We can take you in for the night? Sterling: (pumps her fists in victory) We’re bringing a princess home!

.....

Nacht pinched the bridge of his nose after pushing all of the rats, pigeons, and roaches out of the apartment. First a lady climbing in a wedding dress and now a vermin-led housecleaning job. Maybe he was hallucinating. He was pulled from his thoughts by Sterling tugging on his shirt.

“Do we have to wash the dishes again? Because the rats touched them?”

“Use the disposable ones for now. Please,” Nacht groaned.

“Okay.”

After Sterling left his side, Nacht noticed a sing-song voice coming from the bathroom. It had to be Josele. Nacht approached slowly, taking in the sound of Josele’s voice. Admittedly, she had a lovely voice. There was then a pang in Nacht’s heart as he remembered how Morgen used to sing.

Morgen probably would’ve loved a weirdo like her, Nacht thought with a scoff. He couldn’t help but smile though. Nacht stopped in front of the door but before he even knocked, Josele opened the door.

“Good morning,” Josele said with a grin. Such a blithe and innocent look. Like she hadn’t nearly fallen to her death—or at least a broken bone—last night. “You’re looking well, Nacht.”

“Uh…” Nacht glanced down before hurriedly locking eyes with Josele. Holy hell, she is ripped! “Morning. So uh… you…”

“The shower is absolutely lovely,” remarked Josele, glancing back into the room. “I’m used to bathing in rivers but that was a whole new experience!”

“In rivers?” Nacht repeated. Did she grow up in the wilderness or something? “Right. So look, the thing is—”

“Nacht? Who’s that?”

Nacht’s head whipped in the direction of another woman’s voice. Mallory stood a few feet away, jaw dropped and eyes wide in a look of confusion and hurt.

Mallory was there. Seeing Nacht talk with Josele. While Josele was only in a towel.

“Oh hello there! I’m Josele!” She strode up to Mallory without a second thought and began to shake the redhead’s hand. “It’s so nice to meet you! What’s your name?”

“Mallory…”

“Oh that’s a gorgeous name!”

“Thanks?” Mallory pulled back a bit. Her face twisted, looking more horrified by the millisecond. “Uh, what are you doing here?”

“I was on my way to the castle to be married—”

Nacht hurried to the women and stepped between them.

“Mallory, please listen,” Nacht started while holding Mallory’s shoulders and moving her away from Josele. “She and I, we’re not— You have to understand.”

“Understand what, Nacht? That you’ve finally decided that I’m not good enough for you?” Mallory choked out. Tears had already formed in her eyes. “I thought we were just taking it slow because of Sterling and…” Mallory quickly rubbed her eyes. “And we have our careers to worry about too! But I guess the real reason was—!”

“That’s not it at all!”

Mallory pulled away from Nacht and stormed towards the exit. “I’ll go! If she makes you happy, I won’t get in your way!”

“Are you leaving already?” Josele asked, stepping in the way of Mallory’s exit. “But you just arrived.”

The question made Mallory pause. “You don’t want me to leave?”

Josele and Mallory stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Both seemed confused. And Nacht had to step in.

“Ladies, please, I can explain everything,” Nacht said as he got between them.

“Okay then…” Mallory nodded for a moment then looked Nacht dead in the eyes. “Explain.”

.....

Nacht explains to Mallory the situation with Josele. And she listens.

Mallory is baffled to say the least but considering Josele’s behavior, it seems to be the most believable explanation.

Nacht asks Mallory if Josele could stay with her only for Mallory to say her apartment is getting renovated and she’s already sharing a space with her three sisters.

But Mallory promises to help look for leads about how to get Josele home.

The situation still puts a strain on the relationship since Nacht will be focusing his attention on Josele until she returns to Andalasia.

Mallory is jealous of Josele’s hopeless romanticism and optimism. She was once a romantic herself but lost her spark. She ended up with Nacht because of proximity and convenience.

Nacht takes Josele to his workplace. He hands Josele over to his coworker, Secre, hoping she can help locate Josele’s home.

Meanwhile, Nacht tries to help move along the divorce proceedings for Acylla and Zora. In Nacht’s opinion, they had to split sooner rather than later.

.....

Josele approached Acylla with a wide-eyed, almost awestruck smile.

“Your eyes…” she whispered sweetly. “They’re gorgeous with that little sparkle in them. And your presence is so calm and graceful.”

“I, well…” Acylla flushed at the forward compliments being given to her. “Thank you, miss.”

“The person who holds your heart is a very lucky individual,” Josele commented as she took Acylla’s hands.

And those words made Acylla’s shy grin drop into a deep frown instantly. “He may have held it before but he dropped it like a hot potato.” The words made Josele reel back. Acylla only continued, “And believe me, I doubt he feels lucky to know me at this moment.”

“I don’t understand…” Josele whispered as she shook her head. She glanced at Zora who scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Aren’t you two in love?”

“Read the room, lady,” snapped Zora. “We’re sick of each other.”

Nacht buried his face in his hands and groaned. First his personal life. And now his professional life was being torn asunder by a woman who made a dress out of his curtains before skipping away, without shame or guilt.

When he raised his head, Nacht had every intention of snapping at Josele to keep her nose out of Zora and Acylla’s business. But then he saw them, the tears in her eyes. Soft and real, truly broken up by something most people would brush off as an unfortunate but unextraordinary event. So Nacht ended up pulling Josele aside and quietly letting her know that she didn’t have to worry since the divorce was what the former couple wanted.

“But they’re losing the love of their lives, Nacht,” Josele whimpered as her tears fell. “I can’t imagine loving someone one day and then… not loving them the next…”

“That’s just how the world works,” Nacht said. He almost included an “I’m sorry.” But what did he have to be sorry for?

When Nacht glanced past Josele’s shoulder, he saw Zora staring at Acylla. Not with annoyance as he had been earlier. But rather, he looked curious, as though examining Acylla for the first time. As for Acylla, she was red-faced and avoiding Zora’s eyes.

The air between the two had changed. Nacht didn’t know how but it had…

.....

Mallory is still on her own commute to work. On the way, she spies a man in an elaborate medieval style tunic standing in front of a bus.

Finral: Be still you beast of steel! Those poor civilians in your belly don’t deserve to be eaten! Bus Driver: (honks aggressively) GET OUTTA THE STREET! Mallory: Oh no. That man’s gonna get himself run over. (runs over and grabs Finral out of the street) Finral: Hey hey! Wait wait wait! I was helping those people! Mallory: You were causing a traffic jam! (brushes Finral down because he looks like a mess) You good, man? Finral: I am a good man, yes. Or I’d like to think so. Mallory: Um… Yeah I don’t think you’re doing so hot, sir. (thinking) He does look hot though…

Mallory and Finral get to talking once they get some distance between themselves and the street.

Finral goes on and on about finding his “precious doe” and “other half.” But he doesn’t mention Josele by name.

Still, Mallory gets a weird feeling that Finral’s fairy tale dreamy attitude is familiar…

Alecdora runs up from out of nowhere and grabs Finral away, saying he knows where to find Finral’s love.

“Lead the way, Alecdora!” Finral exclaims as he and Alecdora run off.

“Alec-darrel? What kind of name is that?!” Mallory asks. She tries to chase them for a moment but she’s not fit to keep up.

And then, a little songbird (Yuno), lands on her shoulder and seems to glare at Alecdora.

“What’s your story, little guy?” Mallory asks sarcastically. “I’m actually thinking of chasing after Prince Charming there.”

Yuno chirps aggressively at Mallory and directs her to follow Finral. So she does!

At some point, Alecdora makes his first attempt to kill Josele with a poison apple provided by Liliane. Only to fail.

.....

“That’s how you know~!”

Josele’s melodious voice rang through the air.

“That’s how you know~!”

Came the harmonious echo of what felt like half of New York City, somehow knowing the song that Josele had begun.

Nacht had thought he was dreaming. Honestly, he’d thought that since he first met Josele. Yet sitting in an open carriage as everyone from street musicians to newlyweds performed in Central Park felt strangely real. Every smile on the people’s faces was wide and genuine. The clouds from the morning had parted and the afternoon sun made the colors around Nacht brighter.

And the brightest person there was Josele.

The song and dance had concluded. But people were lingering, mingling amongst themselves or approaching Josele as she stood within the carriage with Nacht.

Nacht blinked a few more times. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of Josele as she spoke with the people who complimented her song or thanked her for the experience. And she replied with a “no, thank you for joining” and such.

How did she manage to be so kind and genuine? Okay, Nacht knew why: fairy tale princess turned real. The question still lingered in his mind. He wondered if the kind of magic Josele exuded was something everyone had a little of, and that’s what made everything happen.

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With Mallory, she’s caught up with Finral who is separated from Alecdora thankfully. As they’re walking, she tries to get across that she knows where Finral’s “other half” is.

As she tries to explain, she gets a text from one of her sisters.

[Is he cheating?] The question is accompanied by a picture of Nacht and Josele, sitting in a carriage and surrounded by… a lot. [Check social media. They’re there.]

Mallory looks up what’s trending and finds pictures and videos of some chaotic flash mob. With Josele and Nacht seeming to lead it.

The doubt in Mallory’s heart starts to come back. She and Nacht had never done anything like dance or sing together, especially not in public. And yet with Josele…

.....

“Is something the matter, Miss Mallory?” Finral asked gently, breaking Mallory out of her gloom.

“Oh! Uh…” Mallory slid her phone into her purse, making her chest tight with guilt at hiding Josele’s location from Finral. But perhaps their reunion could wait an hour or two? “I’m… fine?” She shook her head. “It’s just that the man I love…” The words felt so heavy in her mouth that she trailed off and had to take a breath. “He’s not all that good at being loving.”

Finral blinked then stared wide-eyed at Mallory. “But how can that be? A fine woman such as yourself is surely easy to love. Why, I can already name several things that make you splendid!”

“L-like what?”

“Well for one, your hair! It’s the loveliest shade of red I’ve ever laid my eyes on!” Finral exclaimed with a wide grin. “I bet if you were to give a twirl, it’d fan out so beautifully that the crowd would stop and stare.”

“I don’t think I could do something like that!” Mallory squeaked, feeling herself warm up as people were already eyeing her and Finral because of his loud voice. “But, um, thanks for the compliment.”

“And I have more to give, still!” Finral quickly followed up. “Your smile. It shines as bright as the sun. Surely, that smile alone has made the day of your sweetheart.”

Mallory shrugged, not wanting to admit that she’d never seen Nacht smile. Not truly. Only ever the empty, cordial smile he used at work.

“There’s also your heart, so full of kindness. We only passed by each other this morning and yet you’ve returned to aid me.” Finral went on waxing poetic. It was incredible how genuine he sounded. Not a hint of irony to him. “Your lover, whoever he may be, should be ashamed for not treasuring you the way you should be!”

Mallory pursed her lips and nodded a little. She did want for a love that was… more. But she was never brave enough to ask that of Nacht.

Raising her head, Mallory locked eyes with Finral. His warm grin and the way his eyes looked at her with gentleness. The deepest parts of her heart wanted that.

Mallory wanted the bold and free love that Finral was offering.

It’s just that he wasn’t offering it to her…

.....

Finral breaks out into song. Let’s call it “With All Your Heart.”

I’m not writing the whole thing out (not a lyricist here), but the gist of the song is Finral explaining his belief that love should be expressed boldly and being proud of one’s love will make them happier. It’s why he’s so forward.

Finral’s song number gets the crowd going as much as “That’s How You Know” did. Mallory is in absolute awe of the literal magic in front of her eyes and excitedly runs alongside Finral as he encourages other couples to loudly proclaim their love for each other.

Yuno is following along the whole time and is picking up on the vibes with this pair.

When the song ends, a pair of doves fly up to Mallory. They give her a wreath of flowers and tickets to a ball happening later that week, addressed from Nacht.

And now she’s thinking of Nacht again and her heart hurts realizing that she’s already smitten with another man, a taken man.

Finral hears of the ball and excitedly thinks of taking Josele there before returning home.

Mallory agrees to help him get tickets. She wasn’t just going to give up the tickets for her and Nacht, but she’d at least help Josele and Finral’s love.

Alecdora finds Mallory and Finral and takes away the prince saying he has a lead on where Josele is. Mallory tries to argue that she knows but Alecdora ignores her.

Yuno comforts Mallory for a moment then chirps, as if to reassure her that he’ll get Finral back.

.....

Nacht blinked a few times, not quite believing what he was hearing.

“Can you say that again?”

“We don’t see any reason to divorce,” Zora repeated with a smile. He looked at Acylla who grinned back. “That lady from yesterday, she was so right. Acylla’s eyes have a beautiful sparkle to them. It was the first thing I noticed. I really am lucky to have fallen for her.”

“But just the other day you two were having problems,” Nacht pointed out, to which the couple snickered.

“Everyone has problems, Mr. Faust.” Acylla’s hold on Zora’s hand tightened. “But should we really allow the bad things in life to outweigh the good ones?”

Nacht raised a brow. “You’re really going to try again after a chance encounter with—”

“Have you considered that it wasn’t merely chance?” Acylla posed. “Maybe we were meant to meet that lady and she would remind us of what really mattered.”

“Like how sweet you are when I’m not bothering you,” Zora joked. The couple laughed again before sharing a brief kiss. “Yeah, I could get used to this all over again.”

Nacht fell silent. His mouth snapped shut as he had nothing to say.

There it was again. That strange magic that Josele’s presence exuded. At work again in Nacht’s life.

Nacht guided Acylla and Zora out of the office while reassuring them that Josele would hear of their gratitude towards her. There was no doubt in his mind that Josele would be overjoyed to know that the couple’s marriage had been saved.

“What a peculiar woman,” Nacht muttered, feeling a smile come to his face just thinking of everything Josele had done in only two days. “What else could possibly happen now?”

.....

The timeline of events does get extended. There’s an extra two or three days of shenanigans.

Mallory keeps on putting off telling Nacht that she’s met Finral because 1) Alecdora keeps dragging Finral off and Mallory would rather not say “I’ve seen him but I’m currently not with him” due to the inconvenience, and 2) she just wants more time with Finral herself.

So Nacht and Josele have their misadventures while Finral and Mallory have theirs.

Josele and Nacht’s misadventures include: 1) taking Sterling to an archery range since the kid is interested and when Josele tries her hand at the bow, she cuts her fingers on the fletching, 2) Josele helping some kids find their lost pets with her little animal summoning ability, and 3) Josele decorating a statue with flower wreaths and teaching Nacht and Sterling how to weave flowers together during that time.

Mallory and Finral’s misadventures include 1) getting caught up in a dance off on the streets which Finral absolutely flops since its break dancing and not ballroom, 2) coming across a runaway teen and talking things out with them (Mallory gives more grounded advice like finding a shelter while Finral’s advice is optimistic but helpful in keeping the teen’s spirits up), and 3) meeting Mallory’s sister Athena and her boyfriend, during which Finral convinces the boyfriend to go ahead with proposing.

Meanwhile, Yuno is fighting for his life against Alecdora, trying to separate him from Finral so Finral can meet up with Mallory again. Alecdora has tried clipping his wings, selling him to a pet store, and even threw him into a bird of prey exhibit at the zoo. It’s crazy.

Nacht eventually takes Josele and Sterling out for dinner, during which Nacht reveals the story behind Sterling’s lack of mother.

Sterling is Nacht’s adopted kid, but she wasn’t meant to be. She was supposed to be adopted by Morgen, Nacht’s brother.

Years ago, Morgen’s apartment building caught fire. Something about a stove being left on.

Instead of escaping immediately, Morgen went to every room he could to help others get to safety.

He eventually found a woman with one of her legs pinned under debris and a baby in her arms. The woman insisted that Morgen take her baby and leave her to die. If her baby lived, that’s what mattered.

Morgen carried the baby girl out, using his own body to protect her from the smoke and flames.

Morgen and the baby escaped, but he sustained some bad injuries.

While in the hospital, Morgen said he wanted to adopt the baby girl, named Sterling, once he was recovered. However, he wasn’t getting better, only worse.

With his dying breath, Morgen asked Nacht to take care of Sterling. “I know you have no attachment to her, brother. But please, watch over her. Don’t let the hope that lives in that child die.”

And so Sterling became Nacht’s child.

Alecdora makes a second attempt with a poison apple and Yuno saves Josele from this one.

Alecdora and Yuno face off. It ends with Alecdora “killing” Yuno.

After they return to the Faust apartment and Josele comforts Sterling, Nacht talks to Josele about staying in New York.

.....

“It’s been nearly a week since you’ve arrived, Josele. And if he hasn’t come by now, I just don’t think your so-called prince is coming at all,” Nacht whispered, trying to be gentle with the woman’s feelings.

“But he is,” Josele insisted once more. “I believe in him.”

“And maybe that belief is misplaced. You can’t hope for the impossible.”

At Nacht’s words, Josele’s expression twisted into a frown. A look which Nacht hadn’t seen since Josele had cried over Acylla and Zora’s situation days earlier. But the current frown she wore was markedly different.

“What’s with you, Nacht? Why can’t you have a little hope?” Josele asked as she leaned forward, closer to Nacht, more aggressive than she’d ever been before. “Why is it always ‘let’s stop now’ or ‘it won’t work’ or ‘it’s a waste of time’? Why are you always so gloomy?”

“I’m not gloomy, I’m realistic.” Nacht felt his chest grow tight as Josele’s eyes narrowed and she let out a sharp exhale. “You can’t always get your hopes up. Otherwise, you’ll get disappointed a lot.”

“So I should be like you and never get my hopes up?” Josele shot to her feet as she yelled.

“That’s not what I said!” Nacht rose to his feet too. “I’m just saying that hoping for the impossible will never work out!”

All Nacht has wanted to do was to spare Josele from the heartbreak of someone giving up on her. He didn’t intend to get Josele fired up, to cause her to come to the defense of her own hopes and desires.

“Well at least I have hope! Unlike you!” Josele jabbed Nacht in the shoulder, as if to emphasize. “You’re so afraid to try new things! You’re afraid to open your heart! Sometimes you’re so kind and sometimes you’re like this!” So caught up in her emotions, Josele started to pace back and forth. “And it just—! I don’t know—! All of it makes me so—! You make me so—!”

“I make you what?” Nacht pressed, leaning in close without really thinking.

“You make me so angry!” Josele snapped. “I’m angry with you, Nacht Faust!” The fierce scowl on Josele’s face was blinked away, and then she grinned. “I’m angry! Oh my gosh, I’m angry!” Her laugh, like a chime, echoed for a moment. And then, “Wait, I’m angry.”

Josele frowned again and then punched Nacht square in the stomach. The impact sent Nacht to the floor—it still shocked him how surprisingly muscular she was. Nacht groaned and held his aching torso.

“I’m sorry! Oh I’m so sorry!” Josele yelped while kneeling on the floor beside Nacht. “I didn’t think—!”

“You’re good, Josele. It’s fi—” Nacht paused when he felt Josele pick up his head and then rest it on her lap. “Josele?”

“I’m still angry, you know,” she whispered. Her fingers stroked through Nacht’s hair. “Just because not everything is as good as I want it to be, doesn’t mean I should resign myself to the bad, right?”

Nacht held his tongue for a moment. As refreshing as it had been to see Josele upset, he wasn’t going to risk a second bruise to the stomach.

“I still don’t know if your prince is coming. But… I guess we can give it a few more days.”

“Thank you, Nacht.”

It was then that Nacht dared to look up at Josele. The look on her face was… She wasn’t beaming the way she normally did. But she wasn’t scowling either. She looked… impassive. Yet peaceful. As if she was lost in thought. Something about Josele in that moment was… beautiful.

“Josele?” Nacht reached up and touched her cheek with the back of his hand.

“Hm?” Her eyes drifted down to meet Nacht’s gaze.

“We should get to sleep now. So we’re not exhausted in the morning.”

“Y-yeah…”

The silence that followed was heavy. Not even a “goodnight” was shared, only quick and quiet nods of acknowledgement.

When Josele sat back down on the couch, she noticed how fast her heart was racing. And she knew that the thought of Nacht, of standing so close to him, was the reason. But that couldn’t be right. Her True Love™ was Finral. Right?

When Nacht sat on his bed, he buried his face in his hands, feeling how warm he’d become. Seeing Josele and the new sides of her brought on by conflict, however small, had him wanting more. But she was not his to love.

Rest wouldn’t come easy to either of them that night.

.....

The morning before the ball, Mallory finally is able to get Finral away from Alecdora for good (taking Finral to her sisters’ place ensured that the man wouldn’t come knocking).

And Mallory is finally able to explain to Finral that she knows where Josele is.

Nacht receives a call from Mallory and she explains everything to him.

Mallory brings Finral over to Nacht’s apartment for the reunion.

Finral tries to prompt Josele into song but it’s Mallory who picks up on it and tries to feed Josele the words.

Still, everyone (except Sterling) agrees that Finral and Josele should return to Andalasia together. But not before a date in New York and some time at the ball that evening.

While Josele and Finral head out for their date, Nacht and Mallory sit down and chat.

Mallory: Sorry I couldn’t bring Finral by sooner. Nacht: Mallory, it’s fine. You were probably busy with work so it makes sense that— Mallory: No no, I wasn’t putting it off. I literally couldn’t bring him because some other guy kept dragging him off! He was super weird and really rude too. Even his name is weird: Alec-darrel. Nacht: That can’t be his real name. Mallory: That’s what it sounded like to me. Also, this bird kept on finding its way to me and it acted a lot smarter than the birds I usually meet. I haven’t seen him in a couple days though. Nacht: That must be the Yuno bird Josele told me about. Mallory: The bird’s name is Yuno? Not something like “Cheep” or “Chirpy”?

When Josele comes back from the date, she’s very worried about going to the ball. Mallory and Sterling immediately volunteer to help.

.....

The time came for the ladies to pick out dresses to wear to the ball.

“If you really want to get… to get Nacht’s attention, try wearing complementary colors,” Josele remarked while eyeing the rows of dresses.

Her chest ached as she thought about how lucky Mallory was to have Nacht’s attention on her. To be the one to make him stop and stare in awe. But why? Josele had Finral so why did she want Nacht to see her, to admire her?

“S-since your hair is such a lovely shade of red, you would look good in green.”

“Yeah! Daddy says green makes my hair look extra pretty too!” Sterling piped up. “I’ll go find something for Mallory! Just you wait and see!”

“Hmm.” Mallory pursed her lips and tilted her head to the side. “But isn’t Finral’s tunic green? It’d look weird if he and I… matched.”

The suggestion of which actually made Mallory’s heart flutter. She knew how silly her thoughts were but she couldn’t help it. The days spent beside Finral repeated in her mind and she wanted to remain beside him, even knowing they were both promising themselves to others.

Josele gave a weak laugh and shook her head before saying, “Oh no, it’s fine if you two matched.” She shrugged. “You two already do a fine job of matching energies so matching appearances isn’t out of the question.” She blinked and caught herself. “N-not that you and Nacht don’t also get along well! You’re both intelligent and understanding of me and Finral’s… peculiarities. A-and you, uh…”

“Sele, it’s okay.” Mallory took Josele’s hands in her own then patted the back of them. “I know Nacht and I aren’t two peas in a pod, but we’ve managed.” With a reassuring smile, she stepped back. “Now, let’s think about what you’ll wear. You ought to look like a princess for… for Finral, huh?”

A sickening jealousy twisted Mallory’s stomach. There had to be something wrong with her for wanting to be with Finral despite Josele being his True Love™. So she pushed down the wish for Finral to serenade her as his love.

“Let’s think about what you’ll wear now.” Mallory approached the dress rack. “Black goes with everything. And I know you’re more for blue but I personally think purple works better with black.”

“Yes, they make quite a pair…” Josele muttered, immediately imagining Nacht in the black suit and purple dress shirt she’d seen him wear the night they met. It was a dark and elegant look. Nacht looked…

“Oh right! Nacht!” Mallory yelped. “Maybe you shouldn’t wear black or purple because then you’d kinda be wearing Nacht’s colors! Not that it’d be bad if you did. It’d actually be good. More than good! Great even!” Mallory paced the boutique floor and gesticulated wildly as she spoke. It was quite cute, how animated and lively she was.

Smiling as she watched, Josele recalled when she first met Mallory. The red-haired woman seemed like she had been trying to restrain her feelings that fateful morning. But now, her fluster was on full display. It was cute. And she seemed more like herself.

“Because you two honestly look great together in my opinion. NOT THAT YOU’RE TOGETHER! WE CLEARED UP THAT CONFUSION ALREADY!” Mallory laughed in a way that sounded painfully forced. She then turned to Josele. “What I’m trying to say is that you’ve done each other good! I mean, you’ve brought Nacht out of his shell and he’s really gotten you adapted to New York!”

Josele blinked. “Finral hasn’t gotten used to New York?”

“Not really?” Mallory replied while giving a shrug. “He’s not talking to buses anymore but… It’s just not the place for him.”

“Well I quite like it,” Josele admitted. “It’s not as pretty as the forest I grew up in, but there’s so many people and so much to do. Each new day is an adventure.”

“There sure is a lot. Though I personally would want adventures like fighting a troll,” Mallory joked and earned a giggle from Josele as well.

The laughter between Josele and Mallory died down however. Though neither said it out loud and neither recognized how the other felt, there was a sad tension shared between them. The lives that they initially saw for themselves were no longer what they wanted.

“Mallory!” Sterling piped up, finally returning from her search. “I found the perfect dress for you!” She looked between the women. “Did I come back at a bad time?”

“No no no, Sterling!” Josele quickly knelt down by the girl. “Thank you for coming back.”

“You said you had a dress for me?” Mallory asked, hoping to dissipate the earlier atmosphere.

Sterling glanced between them again. She may have only been six, but even she knew that something was wrong.

.....

The ball scene! AAAAAHHHHH!

Finral would try to profess his love for Josele but he’d fumble it, so unlike his usual eloquent self. He’s got Mal on the mind.

Josele does her best to compliment Mallory and Nacht as a couple but Mallory points out that she looks sickly when trying to speak.

Mallory and Nacht can barely look each other in the eyes because they know they love Finral and Josele. But they stubbornly think they should stick with how things are.

Finral dances with Mallory. Nacht dances with Josele. Both men hold the women as close as they can in the dance because no one wants to let goooooo!

Still, Finral guides Josele away so they can return to Anadalasia. And when he goes to get Josele’s cloak, Liliane (disguised as a hag) comes and offers Josele the poison apple.

Finral only tries True Love’s Kiss with Josele once. After one try, he knows it’s not gonna work.

When Nacht tries to deny that his kiss might save her, Mallory snaps at him, “Don’t you dare give up. Josele needs you!”

Josele’s fight against Liliane is much bloodier, actually drawing blood from the evil queen.

But it’s Yuno pecking Liliane directly in the eyes which makes her fall to her doom.

Once the dust settles, the four adults finally speak honestly.

Mallory and Nacht officially break up and wish each other the best with their new loves.

Finral and Josele bid each other goodbye and hope for one another’s happily ever afters.

Mallory takes to the fairy tale world well, evening singing her own song on her first day.

After a year of dating, Mallory and Finral have their full fairy tale wedding.

Josele gets herself established in the real world, working some odd jobs before being able to establish her own boutique.

While Nacht does propose early on, they still take a couple of years to date and plan.

.....

“And they all lived happily ever after. The End,” Sterling stated with finality. “So? What do you think?”

Sterling’s younger siblings—Dawn, Dusk, Sirius, Merel, and Vivian—stared in awe.

“It explains why Mommy’s so good with animals,” commented Dusk.

“Mommy was gonna be a princess?!” Dawn gasped.

“But she married a lame lawyer instead…” Merel grumbled.

“Daddy’s job isn’t lame!” Sirius retorted.

“Daddy’s kinda lame for being kidnapped by a dragon though,” Vivian muttered.

“Kids, it’s time for bed!” Josele said before poking her head into the living room.

Nacht leaned his head into the door frame too. “And what was that about me being lame?”

“Sorry Daddy,” Vivian whispered.

Together, Nacht and Josele tucked in the kids before going to their own bed.

“Are we living happily ever after, Josele?” Nacht whispered as he stroked her hair.

“I’d like to think so…” she whispered back, smiling.

#disneycindy #black clover #black clover au #nacht faust #finral roulacase #black clover oc #josele canty #mallory demiscura #soda's ocs #bel's oc #nacsele #finmal #WAAAAAHHHHH THE FINMAL AND NACSELE!#zoracy #it's in the background but it's there!

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lydiahosek · 9 months ago

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[Image ID: The first of six traditional pencil sketches. A young man with light skin and short, dark hair is drawn twice from the neck up - once in profile and once from the front. Below that, he is drawn as a young boy in 3/4 view. Below all three drawings are the words "Carlo Seville b. July 24 1953". /.End ID]

[Image ID: Two more sketches of the man, from the neck up, in 3/4 view. On the left he is drawn older, with wrinkles and white, balding hair. /.End ID]

[Image ID: The man stands with a woman beside him and a teenage boy in front of them. They also have light skin and dark hair. All three are shown from the front and from the waist up, looking out at the viewer. The woman and the boy smile. /.End ID]

[Image ID: Another sketch of the woman, from the waist up, looking to the side, and one of her as a teenager, from the chest up, smiling at the viewer. /.End ID]

[Image ID: The man and woman are shown as young adults, standing together in 3/4 view from the waist up, in formal wear, looking to the side and smiling. The woman says, "Elio...che bel nome." ("Elio...what a beautiful name.") /.End ID]

[Image ID: The man and woman are shown as middle-aged adults, dressed as Nathaniel and Narissa from Enchanted. They are shown in full length, standing facing each other. The man smiles widely and clasps his hands. The woman places one hand beneath his chin and has a flirtatious expression. The sketch is in a spiral-bound book - on the right of the image the binding is visible. /.End ID]

Finally decided what Elliott's father looks like (a lot like Elliott, turns out) so I could cast him (and Elliott's mother) in my Enchanted AU. Took a quick detour through a Back to the Future AU, as is only natural.

#my ocs #doodles #scopophobia #family #couple #lydia casts her ocs in things #back to the future #they met in italy so elliott either was already there for some reason or traveled through space as well as time #nobody quite caught his name when he stammered it out so he decided to go with what they heard #enchanted #their canon personalities are not nathaniel or narissa at all so this is funny to me

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julymarte · 1 year ago

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Text post cause I'm gonna dive into mermay with a silly/not so silly brainstorming about ✨the fish✨ of course, as the other time this is not a fanfiction or anything it's just me taking notes of events I might draw in a scattered way that I can understand when drawing, it's not a narration of events

Today's prompt was.... Will Pravaal ever talk with his mother again? Would his mom ever send someone looking for him? Etc etc more under the cut

Context for those who might be new:

Pravaal the pink merman boy you can't have missed from my blog is the eldest (illegitimate)son of a high noble woman descending from a mildly discriminated minority (abyssals) and they don't have a good relationship. Pravaal's mother used to care for him for his very first years until her family started pressuring her to mend the mistake she made and reclaim the respect from her family...nobles of abyssal descent are obsessed with being seen well and accepted by pure blood high nobility so a child had outside a marriage with a man from another land that never came back...well, wasn't the best for her situation and instead of clinging to her son she distanced herself giving priority to her status. While his mother married a pure blood noble and had more children with him he was always mistreated,insulted, alienated until he had enough and ran away from home (not before stealing a bunch of precious stuff in retaliation including his signature earring) he was around 12 when he escaped...

Time setting: 2 years before the story circa

Scene: It's night (like night night) in the Silver Capital pravaal is about to exit the twin moons after a nice party night when he finds 4 men with light armor and the sea emblem pointing spears at him

P* startled but trying to keep the cool*: my my~ what do we have here? Did the hag finally decide to look for her lost child?

???: ugh where are your manners? This squalid place sure had left it's influence on you..and look at you what are you wearing?! That's highly improper..tch but what else could I have expected? Of course you would have joined that entourage of criminals like your father

P * genuinely surprised but his mood darkening*: to think you left your pretty perfect mansion to come find me after 10 years... What do I owe the honor of your presence,mother? * He'd do an over exaggerated bow with the hand twirls*

Narissa *annoyed but keeping an air of superiority*: I'm obviously not here for you, but for something you've taken from me *points at his earring* I want that back and if you won't be an obedient boy my guards will take it by force

P *snickering and looking at the guards as someone who would easily take them down*: you even threaten me?! For this earring? If it really mattered that much to you why wait all this time?

N* takes a moment to reply pondering if she should tell him or not*: I need it to complete the set, I will be wearing it at an important ceremony, my daughter has finally been matched with a pure blood high noble for marriage it's an important occasion for my family, it's my crest after all... It matters more to me than to you right?...so now... Hand it over and you won't get hurt

P: my sister is...? She's not even an adult yet and you already sold her out like that?!

N: it's for the greater good of the family, that is none of your business! You never were part of it, you only caused me problems and it's disappointing to see you just keep doing so.... Guards !

Guards:yes ma'am!

N: I want that earring at all costs I don't care if you have to wound him or worse

???: oi! oi! oi! What's with the commotion outside!? I was trying to entertain a small crowd there but if you keep going like this they will all come making bets here *the scruffy but charming man puts a hand on Pravaal's shoulder who recoils annoyed and mildly disgusted*

P: by the ancients if things couldn't get any worse...*grows increasingly irritated by the situation* go back there old man this doesn't concern you

Arvad: sheesh! What a bitter family reunion we have here...I just wanted to land you a hand boy don't give me the cold shoulder like that, ah and you Marissa are just as beautiful as the last time I sa-

Narissa: *she snaps, it runs in the family*YOU!!!! YOU ARE THE SOURCE OF ALL MY MISFORTUNE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH YOU RUINED MY LIFE!? STARTING WITH* points at pravaal who looks at her coldly*..THAT!? AND ITS NARISSA! you pathetic man don't even remember my name *looks at him disgusted to which in response he just averts the gaze and spaces out*

P* raises his hands and turns around leaving* that's it I'm done I am NOT gonna get involved in this, no way I'm gonna stand here as you argue over how your life was ruined-

N: DO YOU THINK I HAVE FORGOTTEN?! GUARDS!! * Arvad jumps on the side startled by her loud yelling, the guards rush towards pravaal who summons his whip sword and whips it on the ground making them take a step back, serious look on his face he starts to take a few strps towards his mother*

P: I'm not gonna give it to you, you don't really need it do you? This is not an old family heirloom you could have commissioned a copy, I bet you probably already have one, not to mention why boasting the family crest when you aim to be part of another more prestigious house?...*snaps his sword again to keep the guards at bay who are simply pointing their sticks at him unsure of what to do, his mother stares at him coldly but starts sweating* the red moon district is a small place and people talk, especially at the twin moons *Arvad nods nervously sensing the tension* and I would have known if there were a bunch of sea guards buzzing around the capital but no you paid someone to sell my exact location... Why? * She grows a bit uneasy as he uses the earring to appear as his 12yo self and steps closer* Don't Tell me you DID actually come for me~ Aww maybe you still do have a heart deep deep down, did you miss me? Or do I still haunt your dreams?*flashes her a smirk to challenge her to reply to which he freezes in silence for a while,guards looking each other in confusion and Arvad taking the moment to sneak back to his small audience with a new story, noticing him pravaal..still as a baby boi sighs*

So?

N: fine! Keep the earring...I- I'm here cause of my daughter, she was wondering if you still were alive and I wanted to- to check, for her..no way in the pits of the abyss I'll let her taint her reputation before her marriage by setting foot on land!

P:... Wouldn't these guys have been enough? And why lie about the jewels?!...*sighs and releases the illusion turning back to his normal self* listen, whatever,I don't care ,as you see I am still alive that's it...but now don't ever show your face around here again...he ruined your life, I ruined it too by existing I guess, but you ruined mine as well and it's not less important than your pretty sorry story* she twitches a little hearing that, she tries to maintain a superiority look but she's more akin to a dog with it's leg between it's legs now* but.. you are right, my my where are my manners?! * Does the mocking fancy bow again* farewell mother, may I never see you again~

#kos #kingdom of sun #text post #long post #brainstorming #dump #oc #original character

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yumeko2sevilla · 1 year ago

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Kotoha Shirokami_ solitary heart

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Full Name: Kotoha Shirokami

⤿Kotoha: A Japanese name, combine between "Koto", a stringed musical instrument and "Ha" meaning reflect, project, shine.

⤿Shirokami: A name of Japanese origin, meaning the 'white god'. It's a combination between 'Shiro' and 'Kami'

Japanese: 白神琴映

Other Name(s):

╰┈➤Kotoha-san / Shirokami-san

╰┈➤Dear (Soraru Shirokami)

╰┈➤Mother (Yukiharu Shirokami)

╰┈➤The Envious Tailor

╰┈➤Kotoha- chan (?)

Title(s):

╰┈➤ Owner of the Workshop SEKAI(?)

╰┈➤ The Envious Tailor

Twisted From: Queen Narissa (Enchanted) + Kayo Sudou (Evilious Chronicles) + Ryou Shishikusa (Onibi Series)

Voice Actor(s)

╰┈➤Japanese:_Kusinoki Tomori_ Kanade Yoisaki

Age: Around 28 (?) (Strange that she said she doesn't have a real age..)

Birthday: April 1 (Aries)

Species: Human(?)

Gender: Cis Female (She/Her)

Height: 190 cm

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Hair Color: Obsidian Black_ White-ish Gray

Eyes Color: Sky Blue

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ─╮

Homeland: __

『Family:

╰┈➤ Soraru Shirokami (Husband)

╰┈➤ Yukiharu Shirokami (Oldest Son)

╰┈➤ Unnamed Mother †

╰┈➤Unnamed Father †』

Occupation(s):

╰┈➤Tailor (Past Life)

╰┈➤Mahou Shoujo (Formerly)

╰┈➤Head of The Hakurei Clan (Temporarily)

╰┈➤Owner of a Café

Like(s): Her family, sweets, tailoring, Halloween, her scissors, sleeping, bathing, talking with anyone she knows, human observering, winter, the feeling of being able to love

Dislike(s): Bitter things, betrayals, fire, noise, her aunt

Hobbies: Tailoring, analysting, chemistry, spending time with her family, drawing

Talent(s): Information Analysting, observance, singing.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

┌──═━┈━═──┐

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

"You don't need to worry about Akihabara, for I will take this truth to hell with me."

╰┈➤Unpredictable Tailor: For a normal café owner, many have quite a complicated relationship with Kotoha. As gentle as Kotoha is, she's hard to read. For nobody could know what she is thinking, behind those smiles of hers.

╰┈➤Full of Wrath: Being the peacekeeper she assumed herself, and judging from other reactions, Kotoha is more used to soft-spoken words. But her grudges, which held for centuries is large enough to cover the world.

╰┈➤Chasing That Light: Kotoha is intelligent, and cunning. But she prefer to hide it away, and innocently love her family. They are her light, her hope and she won't let anyone hurt them.

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✬Unique Magic: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons (百鬼夜行)

╰┈➤The user is capable of summoning yokais for all they want. One hundred is synonym, for this ability allow the user to creating yokais to the extend of infinity. Although this ability accumulates blots slowly, it's best not to use it wildly.

╰┈➤Side Effects: Lack of Sanity and Mentally Unstable

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╰┈➤Backstory: °•° [An Envious Tailor]°•°

╰┈➤Sometimes, Kotoha would lock herself in her room, looking at the green kimono that she hided from her family and cried.

╰┈➤Kotoha's scissors has the ability to cut through everything, everything.

╰┈➤According to Soraru Shirokami, she has an one-sided strained relationship with Yukiharu.

╰┈➤Kotoha remembered her past life as a tailor that was driven into insanity. Honestly, she doesn't like that.

╰┈➤... Currently, Kotoha is the only survivor of "The Hakurei's Destruction", which killed 56 of the Hakurei Clan's members. Excluding herself.

@achy-boo @writing-heiress @yukii0nna @starry-night-rose @absolutelyobsessedkiya

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland #kotoha shirokami #kotoha✂️#heart of solitude

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echantedtoon · 1 year ago

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Alastor x Crymini

Rain and thunder poured from the sky as she stepped along. Her fur was soaked down to the skin, but she didn't care. How dare they make fun of her! How dare they call her those names! Evil eyed. D-mmed Mutt. One day they would all pay! She would make sure of that. But for now.... She just wanted to be alone and think things over. And she knew just the place. A small cave in the woods near her home. It's silence always brought her peace of mind. She was nearing it now. She just pushed back plants and brush until she finally reached it. It's opening like a gaping mouth surrounded by endless forest. She trudged right in without a second thought. Lightning lit up the interior, but other than that it was total darkness. She walked in further before collapsing completely onto the cold rock floor. She released a shaky breath from being so cold. ".....You're late," a voice sounded out. She inwardly groaned and didn't turn around. "Have you come to try and court me again?" A ball of fire materialized out of no where and a hulking figure appeared along with it. "You confuse me." "How so?," She asked not looking up. The figure leaned down and was close enough where she could feel his breath. "You refuse my offer over and over where many would've accepted immediately. I know you have some feeling towards me." "Even if I do, I have no interest in riches or immortality. They wouldn't change how I'm treated." There was a silence and she felt the figure gently rake a hand from the top of her head to the middle of her back. Her fur dried almost instantly and she regained warmth. She released a sigh at the new found feeling. "Then come with me. No one shall treat you how those mortals do. You wouldn't have to live with the constant nagging. And you wouldn't feel less beautiful." She still stayed still. "You are beautiful." She still said nothing. He sighed. ".....Then I shall leave you alone until next time." "......What would you get?" "Pardon?" "What do you get from trying to court me?" She finally lifted her head up to face him. "I don't really have anything you could want." He reached over to gently cup her face. "Your love is all I could ever want." "......." She gently pulled away. "Tomorrow." "Pardon?" "Give me just tomorrow to say good bye to my family. After that.....I'll accept your offer." "You mean that?" "Yes." He grinned. "Then I shall come for you tomorrow night. You have until then to get everything sorted out. Do you understand?" "I do." "Then I bid you farewell until tomorrow night, Narissa." With a snap of his fingers, the ball of fire disappeared and the darkness enveloped him. She stared at the spot where he vanished. Reaching out a limb to feel that no one was there. She was fully left alone. At least until tomorrow night. She laid back down and listened to the storm outside.

#hazbin hotel

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verdantflamingo · 2 years ago

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Mysterious Eye Color Change Mystery Solved!

Yes, yes, we all are, were, and probably will be shocked why it was so difficult for the animators of Disechanted to watch a few scenes from the first movie to know what the characters were supposed to look like or why they didn't even do something so simple as asking someone: What color are the eyes of Idina Menzel...

Well, we can ask how did it happen that Nancy's eyes turned blue, and the true answer from the creators would of course be: We just didn't care...

But since Nancy isn't the only one suffering from this major eye color change, we can imagine that this is the inner workings of the Enchanted world.

Yes. I'm talking about Morgan. Other than such a minor change as changing the entire actress... (I really don't know why they did that. the Age, she's only two years older than the new Morgan and I think we'd forgive them for a slightly older Morgan.... If about singing, Rachel Covey is a songwriter... it doesn't mean she can sing, but she should be able to learn the first song with a coach: Fairytale life. If it was really bad, the second one wouldn't be there... Well, they say , that she left the film industry, but one film wouldn't kill her. The only thing left is that she didn't like the script and didn't want to be associated with it. But considering she was deigning to do a cameo...And again about eyes.) Below the paragraph you can see the color of old Morgan's eyes, they are definitely not blue.

And the eyes of new Morgan.

Of course, it's more recognizable in the animated version...

Yes, she has blue eyes...

And if we look, the other characters coming from Andalasia also have blue eyes.

Even a Wormail.

So, with a very open mind, we can assume that one of Andalasia's many magical abilities also has the ability to change the eye color of a person living in Andalasia or at least closely related to Andalasia (Morgan is Gisella's daughter).

.....Of course, the exception proves the rule.

Of course there's this witch... I'd like to pick up the blue shadows she uses to compensate for the absence of blue eyes. But other than that, I think it's pretty much official canon that Narissa isn't from Andalasia. She's from New York, where someone cruelly hurt her and she accidentally ended up in Andalasia. But why didn't her eyes turn blue too? She simply never accepted the Andalasian spirit. Even Nancy takes a while for her eyes to turn blue, her eyes are still dark at the wedding, and she doesn't even sing in the first movie, but in the second movie! On the other hand, Margan is a child, a teenager, but a child raised by an almost fairytale princess. Her alignment with Andalasia works naturally.

And that's all. :D

#enchanted #disechanted #theories #movie theory #morgan philip #nancy tremaine #giselle #prince edwarde #nathaniel #Narissa #Verdant Flamingo Crap #Verdant Flamingo theories #I do not like the second movie at all #But I hope it will make people see the first one #nancy + edward #love #save for later

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curator-on-ao3 · 2 years ago

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Prompt request: "Am I not good enough?" for Hugh Borg/Elnor, please?

Thank you so much, @northstarfan, for this fantastic prompt! 💕 I promise to get to others in my inbox (and please keep ’em coming, folks), but this was just too purr-fect for a little Hughnor fluff (that’s a pun).

For those who prefer AO3:

For those who prefer to read here:

The Ginger Cat

The tile floor is cold under Hugh’s bare feet, his pyjamas soft as he steps into their bedroom from the bathroom.

Elnor is in the same position he’s been in for most of the day — stomach on the floor, head peeking under the bed.

“Elnor,” Hugh moves carefully around his prone love, “cats are shy at first. Give her time. She’ll come out from under the bed when she’s ready.”

“I’m helping her get ready.” Elnor’s gaze doesn’t lift from the circle of ginger-colored fluff they chose that morning. “By talking to her, she can become used to my voice. And I’ve told her many times that she’s a pretty cat and a good cat because Data used to have a cat named Spot and that’s what Data told Spot.”

Gratitude for Elnor fills Hugh’s belly — Elnor’s kindness, Elnor’s deep capacity to love, Elnor’s childhood wish they were able to make come true.

But Hugh is still recovering from the wound Narissa caused, and fatigue is heavy in his arms, his legs, his chest. Hugh eases into bed, clean sheets, and Elnor straightens from the floor, climbs into the other side of the bed.

“How long do you think it will take her to understand that we love her and she’s safe here?” Elnor props himself on an elbow, faces Hugh.

“Different cats are different.” This is true. Hugh had a feeling about this cat, though, a flash of intuition when he suggested the name they chose to honor someone who means so much to him. “You’re doing your best to help her feel welcome, though, and that’s good.”

There’s a kiss goodnight, dreamless sleep, then a gentle weight on Hugh’s chest.

Hugh’s eyes flutter open. He reaches over, nudges Elnor.

Elnor’s gasp is quiet, reverent. “She came out from under the bed to sleep on you. She likes you.”

And Hugh could burst with joy, with love for the sleeping cat curled up on his chest, but he didn’t spend most of yesterday talking to her and Elnor has wanted a cat for so long. “She loves you, too. She just hasn’t shown you yet.”

The cat stays near Hugh for the rest of the day, though. And the next day. And the day after that, her head tilting as she watches him work, his injury recovery complicated by his xB biology, and it’s as Hugh and Elnor settle into bed after the first day Hugh has finally felt fully himself that Elnor stares at the ceiling to ask, "Am I not good enough? Is that why she doesn’t like me the way she likes you?”

Before Hugh can answer, there’s an arc of ginger through the air, as if she sensed Elnor’s hurt feelings — she did, Hugh is sure she did — and the cat, for the first time, settles onto Elnor’s chest and curls into a ball to sleep.

Under the covers, Elnor’s hand reaches for Hugh’s — and Hugh knows Elnor is afraid to speak, afraid to disturb the ball of fluff on his chest, so Hugh whispers the truth they both now know.

“She’s living up to her namesake, a person who will do her best to help anyone who’s hurt, no matter what.” Hugh squeezes Elnor’s hand, and speaks to the cat. “Isn’t that right, Beverly?”

On Elnor’s chest, the ginger cat purrs in agreement.

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Send me an ask with character(s) and a prompt and I’ll do my best to write you a little fluff (or angst or whatever happens that day). ❤️

✨ All prompted Picard ficlets are also available on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43315549/chapters/108880510 ✨

#questions prompt #i love asks #fanfic #star trek picard #star trek picard fanfic #hugh third of five #elnor #hughnor #hughnor fanfic #beverly crusher #literal fluff #canon didn’t give elnor a cat so you’d better believe i’m gonna #northstarfan

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hannahhook7744 · 3 years ago

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Remember me;

Summary; While taking care of Hope one night, Killian thinks about his past partners and children-- biological, adoptive, and step-- silently hoping that this time will be different.

Trigger warning; murder, plague, slight gore, fanfiction, death, execution, etc.

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Killian stood over Hope's crib, staring down at her with a small smile as her little arms and legs wiggled around. On the outside, he looked like a content and happy man-- which he was to an extent--but on the inside, his heart was aching. He knew logically that he shouldn't be feeling this way-- that he had what Regina and other former villians longed for, and that he should be grateful and cherish what he had. And don't get him wrong, he was. He really was but he just couldn't stop thinking about the past and all he had lost over the years. Who he had lost.

His grandparents. His aunts and uncles and cousins. His parents and siblings. His past luvs... his children.. Many people thought Hope was his first child or that Henry was his first step child, but they weren't. There had been others-- others after Bae and before Hope and Henry-- to 4 different women and he never stopped thinking about them. Stopped missing them. He had tried, of course, like he always did when he lost someone or did something that went against his morals. But as expected, the method didn't work-- couldn't work-- and it really shouldn't have surprised him.

He was an idiot for even thinking that drinking could erase the pain of 4 additional failed relationships & the loss of 10 children. It hadn't worked with Milah or Baelfire, so why would it work on any one who came after them? Killian gently puckled up Hope, hoping that holding her would help take his mind off what he lost but it didn't. It didn't take his mind off off Gothel, his first relationship after he lost Milah. It didn't take his mind off of the fact that she had lied to , verbally abused, and manipulated him throughout their entire relationship.

It didn't take his mind off of her little black haired, grey eyed daughter (who looked nothing like her), Cassandra. It didn't take his mind off of how brave and impulsive and protective she was or the fact that she had been only 7 when he had met her. 8 when her younger siblings--his first biological children-- Alice and Liam were born. That she'd been 9 when he & her mother broke up-- 9 when her mother started using her & her siblings to hurt him.

Hope's presence couldn't erase their existence or the fact that he genuinely loved all of them-- even the 3 who had popped up after he and Gothel broke it off. He could honestly say he was the only father Cass, the twins, Ginny, and the other twins (Glenn & Mason) had ever had & that it wasn't one sided. They wouldn't have fought their mother to see him constantly if it had been.

The weight of her in his arms couldn't erase the memory of Narissa & her vindictive, ambitious nature that scored her a kingdom or her sweet, naive, 6 year old step son who took a shinning to him. It couldn't erase the imagine of Edward's big smile when he saw him or the feeling of his tiny hand in his when he lead him to his father's grave so he could 'meet' him from his mind. It couldn't erase the weight of her black haired sister, Harriet, from when she'd first been placed in his arms. Or the imagine of her smile & big blue eyes whenever he came to visit her & Edward after he and Narissa split.

It couldn't erase the memories of his relationship with the firey pirate fairy Zarina or their son, Harry, who wanted to be just like him. Couldn't erase the memories of his fellow pirate and childhood friend turned lover turned ex turned lover again, Red Jessica, or their little bundle of chaotic Joy, Cj, who looked almost identical to Hope when she was born. Hope's existence couldn't erase any of that or the joy he felt when he had to watch all of them together for the first time and found out that they all actually got along. All her existence could really do at the moment was remind him of all of her siblings and their mothers who tried & sometimes succeeded to keep him away from him. Something that Killian couldn't help but feel bitter & regretful about-- something he had never been able to forgive and move on from. Even now, he still held hate in his heart for his exes for using all of his children against him to get what they wanted. Even now that he found his happy ending. He couldn't help it, honestly. Just like how he couldn't help but wish for more with his now passed children even though he knew that it would never come.

He knew that his children never blamed him for not being there as often as they all would have liked. He knew that they never hated him for it -- unlike himself. They had known he had tried with all his might to visit them as much as possible and that between Neverland & their mothers, that it hadn't been enough for him or them. They had known that he loved them, even when the time would slip through his fingers and he'd miss something. And in a way, that made what Killian was feeling worse. Made it more painful and made him hate himself more, because he felt he hadn't deserved their love and admiration. The memories of their deaths had only reinforced that idea of his-- especially since most of them had died far too young for his liking...

Alice and Liam had been the first of his children to go, and no one really knew for sure what had really happened to them. All anyone really knew was that one day, Alice sent him and Cassandra both frantic letters, informing them that she and Liam had fallen ill after eating some wonderland berries and that they needed immediate assistance. Killian had quickly rushed to the young adventurers' aid upon receiving the letter, along side their older sister, but it had been too late by the time they had finally made it and the two 19 year olds were dead.

Dead before their time. Dead after one year of exploring which paled in comparison to the dreams of exploring they had, had. Liam (or Lee as preferred) had been found in his and his sister's tent, covered in his own sick, pale as a sheet, and body stiff as a board. And Alice/Tilly? Tilly had been found at the bottom of a water fall not too far away. They had died a week apart from one another and that was all anyone could really figure out from the scene. After that, all they had was theories. Theories with no or little evidence to back them. And none of the theories were very appealing... just like their joint funeral had been.

All of their siblings (blood or not) were devastated by their loss, almost as devastated as he had been, and the funeral had been very somber. More somber than the twins would have liked, probably. But no one was really in the mood to try and break the tension. The fact that Gothel didn't even show up to mourn them didn't help to ease the pain or tension at all.

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Cassandra had been the next to go-- less than 2 years later, at only 25. She had moved kingdoms not long after her younger siblings' deaths and had quickly managed to climb the ranks, becoming a high ranking knight in the process. Killian hadn't seen her since the twins' funeral but had kept in regular contact with her through letters.

So, of course he had become concerned when he hadn't recieved one from her in several weeks & went to investigate. Killian was sure he had never arrived in a land quite so quick before-- he'd been desperate to see his daughter again; to find her before any serious harm could befall her. But it hadn't mattered in the end, because in the end he had once again been too late. His daughter's kingdom was encased in black rocks that hadn't been there before and amber-- along with everyone in it.

And Cassandra had been right at the center of it all-- ahead of her fellow soldiers, the Stygian sword he had given her for her 14th birthday raised high about her head. Face frozen in fear that was so unlike her and confusion, as if she hadn't known what she was facing. Killian nearly wept at the sight of his brave, stubborn, headstrong little girl so afraid-- especially when it became apparent that no amount of force would free her or the other townsfolk from the amber. They hadn't even been able to move her & Killian was sure that, that little fact would haunt him forever... along with the fact that they hadn't been able to give her a funeral because they had to flee from the encroaching rocks.. leaving Cassandra behind, alone, and lost forever.

The next to fall was Edward, nearly a full 2 years after Cassandra's untimely demise. His death hurt and haunted Killian the most, because it was one that could have been avoided. One that Killian could have prevented if he had only said something to his sorta son. One that constantly made Killian think of the 'What ifs?'. After all, Edward hadn't known that his evil stepmother-- the woman who had raised him-- was a power hungry witch who'd do anything to keep her hands on the throne. He had blindly trusted her as he did everyone else-- more so even, since she raised him-- & had ultimately paid for it when she had slit his throat in his sleep. Of course, there had been no proof that she had done it but Killian had known without a doubt that she had.

It was obvious to anyone who had eyes. Narissa was far too happy and smug after Edward's death, and her tears had miraculously dried up when anyone left the room. The servants of the castle (some of which Killian had planted to look after his children) had heard her humming the day Edward's body was found and had said she hadn't stopped even when the maid who found him screamed. Killian had no doubts that she was the one responsible upon looking back on their (short) time together.

Narissa had always cared far more about the throne than she had about him or Edward, and now she miraculously had it after her step son had been murdered in the safest kingdom on earth. And she had definitely killed him to get it. So, Killian in a moment of rage and poor judgment, avenged him even though it had pained him to do so. Even though a part of him still loved her -- even though she was the mother of his daughter. And everyone ended up regarding him as a hero & loved him for it. Everyone but his 18 year old daughter, Harriet, and her sister (Gothel's daughter), Ginny.

Harriet had been distraught and hurt and enraged by his actions, and had told him that she never wanted to see him again. And that if she did, she'd have him killed. And Ginny had backed her, telling him that he should have told her before acting. Giving her the decision on what to do. And looking back, Killian knew that she had right, even if their decision had nearly destroyed him at the time. Harriet went on to grow up, meet a boy named Anthony, and have two beautiful children-- all of which Killian never got to meet-- after being crowned queen. All while Killian watched from afar, respecting her wishes.

He did the same with Ginny, who ended up dying from the plague before she even reached 30 with her husband, a young man named Claymore, by her side. All while Killian watched from afar, sending various things to her house in hopes of curing her or making her imminent demise more comfortable. He still couldn't believe that one single action-- one that many still deemed honorable and heroic-- had cost him two more of his children. But it had and he had been forced to accept it and learn from his mistakes while trying to do better with his final four children.

That unfortunately didn't last for long, because soon after his falling out with Harriet and Ginny, he was dealt with another blow. A harsher, painful one that once again nearly killed him. One that came in the forum of 3 of his remaining four children dying via hanging. Which were 3 additional deaths that he blamed himself for-- 3 additional deaths that everyone blamed him for.

Because Mason and Glenn (who were 17) and Harry (who was only 15) wouldn't have become pirates if it weren't for him. If he had never become a pirate, they wouldn't have admired pirates quite as strongly and wouldn't have decided to become ones themselves. Wouldn't have decided to join a crew together and cause minor havoc while sticking it to corrupt kingdoms like he had. Wouldn't have gotten on so many people's bad sides until they were captured and hanged without mercy by King George II. Something Gothel and Zarina loved to remind him whenever they popped up. Something that had burned itself into Killian's head forever while leaving him with only one willing child to care for.

Cj had died of old age at nearly 100 years old, something Killian was grateful for even though it still hurt him greatly. He was grateful that Cj had gotten to live a full life -- one full of adventure and joy. One she got to love with the daughter of a Voodoo king and the son and daughter of the royal Advisor of Emperor Kuzco in a kingdom on the other side of the enchanted forest. One that he had gotten to actually be apart of.

His little girl hadn't even been annoyed at the fact that he continued aged slower than her. In fact, she had made jokes about it and encouraged him to keep doing whatever he was doing so he could get his happy ending sooner or later. Which was one of the few things that had kept Killian going over the years-- before and after her death. Cj was proof that people cared about him. Proof that he was loveable and redeemable, and that he could be a good father if where to have kids again...

Hope wiggled in his arms and squealed loudly, immediately ripping him out of the painful spiral of memories he had found himself in. The small blonde was chewing on her fist, staring up at him in wide eyed wonder and admiration. Something every baby of his (and probably every baby in general) did, causing his heart to clench painfully. In that moment, he swore that he'd do everything in his power to make sure that she lived a long and fulfilling life. That she wouldn't die young if he could help it. And it was a promise that he was gonna keep, even if it killed him.

Suddenly he felt a very familiar pair of arms wrap around him. He tensed for a moment but upon throwing a glance over his shoulder and spotting Emma, relaxed. She was wearing one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers, and had a serious case of bedhead. Yet she was smiling "how are my two favorite people in the world doing on this fine morning?" Killian smiled back at her as Hope squealed in delight and reached upwards, clearly happy to see her mother. "We're doing good, luv. Did you sleep well?"

Emma nodded, resting her head on his chin. "Wanna wake Lucy and get Granny's for breakfast ?" That was another person to protect and get a happy ending for. His step granddaughter. "Absolutely "

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talesofphantombandits · 2 years ago

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1796

Summary: Narissa was travelling with one Horatio Hornblower, she was heading to her new life with a husband that she had been promised to since the age of six. But when the ship she was traveling on gets commandeered by the Spanish, she joins Horatio and the Duchess to be held captive on the island. There she tends to a young man who is on the brink of death, little did she know then but this man would slowly become the love of her life. Unfortunately there was no way to stop her doomed fate.

Character Pairing: Archie Kennedy/ OC (Narissa McKenna)

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Narissa sighed as she stepped out into the sweet ocean air, she felt like she’d been stuck in her cabin for far too long and so her and the duchess decided to take a little wander around the ship. The Duchess also wanted to find her feet again after being so terribly seasick, but Narissa was more than happy to oblige. But as soon as the Duchess voiced and quite loudly at that about how peckish she was, now that she was feeling so much better. Mr. Hornblower had walked over hurriedly and shushed the pair of them. It was only then that Narissa had taken in her surroundings. Fog, as thick as the black smoke that came from a out of control fire was surrounding them, but it was what Mr. Hornblower had said next that frightened Narissa. They were surrounded by some of the Spanish fleet, this was not going to be good.

Once they had fully surrounded the ship it was quite obvious that the disguises weren’t going to work, the ship was boarded and we were taken back to land. The men placed in cells, luckily for Narissa and the Duchess a more kind hand was dealt and we got rooms each, both of which were quite comfy.

They would see Mr. Hornblower every now and again at dinner, the Duchess even had the pleasure of evening walks with him. Narissa on the other hand had to take her morning walks with a random Spanish guard that was obviously not use to walking such lengths for she had to constantly wait for him to keep up. She got so fed up with it that she just said she would get air twice a week instead of everyday. Mr. Hornblower, who had insisted that Narissa call him Horatio from now on had been telling them all tales about an old friend, he’d long thought lost but had discovered him sleeping in the cell they had been put in. Narissa was so intrigued about the whole story and about how fate had brought bother Horatio and his friend back together again. She was however becoming distressed about how apparently increasing sicker his friend, who he mentioned was called Mr. Kennedy was getting.

It wasn’t until one rainy day when she would actually be able to put a face to the name of Mr. Kennedy, she had been reading a romance novel in her room, no morning walk for her if the sun wouldn’t shine, when the Duchess had rushed in and informed Narissa that Horatio had brought a half dead Mr. Kennedy inside the main house for medical attention. They both raced to the room where all the chaos was happening to see if they could be of any assistance, and that’s when she saw him. Pale as a ghost, rain still dripping from the tips of his long over grown hair, she froze for only a moment as she felt a strange feeling stir in her. She thought suddenly of love at first sight and if this is what it felt like, she’d been promised to Arthur since she was five years old and was always kept away from all the society balls, while her sister and cousins would go out and enjoy themselves while also getting to feel the joys of falling in love with their own choice of person. With in reason, of course. She was snapped out of it when two guards rushed in with fire wood, chucking the logs into the fireplace they set fire to them and suddenly a warmth traveled over Narissa, but at the same time she could see Mr. Kennedy start to shake.

She would watch over him for the next three days, dabbing the sweat off his forehead and making sure he didn’t get cold again, she also read Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’ to him every night, it was the only book she had been giving to fill the time she spent here And every night she would accidentally fall asleep in the chair beside his bed. It wouldn’t be until Horatio would come to relive her, gently waking her and telling her to go get some sleep in a comfortable bed, always fearing for her neck and scolding her about how much pain she’d be in the morning. But she didn’t mind, she found that she couldn’t sleep when she wasn’t sitting in the chair next to his bedside, she boiled this down to worry about his condition and if it was to worsen she wouldn’t be there to tend to him. Then again Mr. Hornblower, his good friend was now beside him, so she knew deep down that he’d be just fine. Where had these deep feelings, for someone she hadn’t even said two words to come from? She didn’t know, hell the man wasn’t even conscious yet and didn’t even know she existed, but she just had this strong urge to make sure he was okay.

Unfortunately she wouldn’t get to see Mr. Kennedy come around, on one of her morning walks her guard had got on her last nerve and she slipped him, running down to the beach. she looked back to see if she’d lost him and it looked like she had, she smiled to herself, finally some peace and quiet and she could finally walk at her own pace and not have to turn and stop every two seconds. She’d nearly got back to the house when slowpoke rounded the corner she was about to take, nearly bumping into each other by the speed he’d taken it, obvious that he’d been frantically looking for her everywhere. She started to giggle which didn’t last long as he grabbed forcefully onto her left under arm.

“God okay! I’m sorry I slipped you but you’re hurting me, let go of my arm and treat me like the lady I am.” Narissa tried to get his hand off her but with no luck, he was stronger. All she got back was some angry Spanish, and unfortunately she wasn’t fluent.

Once they had got back she was stripped of all her privileges and confined to her room, she was however informed that there was another ship ready to take her and the Duchess the rest of their journey, she had try to negotiate so she could see her patient one last time. For she was the one doing most of the work looking after him but was denied. All night she was kicking herself, why did she have to run off? Why couldn’t she have just put up with that stupid guard for one more day. The next morning her and the Duchess were back on the sea again, Narissa looked back to land sadly, she didn’t even get to say goodbye to Horatio, she would miss him also. They had been sailing for days, what felt like weeks. Every time they thought they were getting somewhere the captain would be spooked by every flag thinking it was a British one, then one day it was and Narissa noticed that they were back where they started. The other ship was approaching fast and even Narissa, with zero sailing skills knew that this wasn’t going to turn out well for them. And she was right, as soon as they where close they had started firing on them, Narissa and the Duchess were told to shelter in their cabin, but both were far too concerned of a sinking so they stayed on deck, but in the lowest place possible, which turned out to be the best possible choice. The sail above them ripped and the next thing they knew they was an almighty crash and they both jolted forward violently, Narissa falling hard onto the wooden deck which was now splinted, she hadn’t even noticed she had been bleeding until the Duchess had come beside her, cupping Narissa’s face in her hands and wiping the trail of blood that threatened to go into her right eye with her sleeve.

“Thank you.” Narissa said weakly, she felt dizzy and her vision was starting to become blurred, but the Duchess reassured her and kept her awake as they both headed up to the front of the now damaged boat where all the other, remaining crew had gathered. They waited there for about an hour, but it felt like years. They were all getting battered by the rough waves of the storm, Narissa was actually surprised that there were still seven of them left, the waves were so violent that two crew members had nearly gone over board at least twice but both had clung on for dear life to the edge of the ship, if you could even call it that anymore. Finally they all spotted a tiny boat heading toward them, they would have cheered if not for exhaustion and the fact that they had to keep focus or they would become apart of the sea forever. Narissa’s vision had become darker and she felt like she could loose consciousness at anytime, but she fought her hardest. She told herself that she had one more hurdle, she just had to make it into the boat and the she would be safe to just let the darkness take her. The first man jumped and made it over to the smaller boat, it only then dawned on her what she was going to have to do, luckily the Duchess, in that moment grabbed onto her hand.

Narissa looked down at their locked hands. “I know that you’re injured and are fighting it, so we’re going to do this together.” Narissa had no words, but she hoped that the weak smile she mustered would tell the Duchess just how thankful she was.

They waited for instruction on when it was safe to jump, the last thing Narissa remembers was thinking just how familiar the voice of the man shouting the orders was, and then darkness, she doesn’t even remember making it to the boat. The next thing she remembered was the smell of coffee, which was strange. Was she not just in the middle of the sea, fighting for her life in a terrible storm? And yet that was definitely coffee she could smell. Then it dawned on her, was she dead? No she couldn’t be, she didn’t even like coffee so if she was in heaven why would God make her smell that first? Unless she was in hell?

She opened her eyes and was met with a white celling, she looked around and took in her surroundings as her brain fog cleared. She knew this room, it was familiar because she had spent many days, happily reading sat in front of a log fire. She sat up slowly, her body ached but it was bearable and she was too curious. She pulled back the covers and swung her legs off the bed, taking a moment to make sure she was actually feeling physically ready to stand up. She moved over to the window and peered out, just as she thought. She was back with the Spanish and the bed she was in was the same one Mr. Kennedy had laid in.

“So, you’re the owner of the little voice in my head that was reading Shakespeare?” Narissa span around so fast that she wobbled a little, Mr. Kennedy who was leaning against the door frame chuckled a little.

“You heard that?” This was the first time that Narissa could see his eyes, they were the deepest blue she’d ever seen and she had a hard time looking away from them so that she could sit down to steady herself, apparently she wasn’t as stable as she first thought she was.

Mr. Kennedy smiled and motioned to the seat beside the bed that she had spent many a night in beside him. She nodded her approval and he cam further in the room, taking the seat. “Romeo and Juliet, a good choice.”

“That’s all they had to give me, more of a ‘Much Ado About Nothing” fan.”

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