#oc Eris

[practically-an-x-man]

Since I was just talking about this with a friend... here's the symbolism for my various OCs' names!

At least... here are the main OCs, though I usually apply symbolism to the antagonists, secondary characters, etc. as well (I can talk about them too, but that would make this post ridiculously long)

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Rachel "Rae" Ayla McKinney: the name Rae is used as a shortened nickname from Rachel, but on its own means "protector" - fitting, with her protective personality and ability to create impenetrable energy shields! Middle name was chosen from her grandmother's first name; the same grandmother that she inherited her mutation from. Surname was not chosen with intentional deeper meaning, just chosen for a Scottish surname. Hero name, Aegis, is a reference to Athena's mythological shield.

Robin Eleanor Cassidy: first name is both a traditionally Irish name and links back to the music- and sound-based themes within her story. Middle name is also Irish in origin, and can be seen as a variation on the name Leonore, as in the opera Fidelio. Surname wasn't chosen with deeper symbolic meaning, just to connect her to the X-Men's Cassidy family as a whole. Hero name, Aria, is a reference to her sound-based mutation and operatic background.

Madison Sarah Douglas: first name has multiple derived forms, one of which means "strength in battle", and was also chosen with nicknames in mind to symbolize the stages of her life: she goes by Maddie until she's 15, then leaves that behind once she runs to the wilderness and begins going only by her full name, then begins to adopt the nickname "Mads" as she grows comfortable with Alex. Middle name was chosen from a list of popular names for the time, intended to be simple and unassuming like Madison's parents (her mother especially) expected her to be. Surname is can be translated from Gaidhlig to mean "black stream", a symbol towards her aquatic-based mutation. Hero name, Lionfish, is a reference to the physical traits her mutation grants her, and in the earlier stages of her story can be seen as foreshadowing towards the venomous fins and more lionfish-like traits she will later develop.

Ophelia Jo Octavius: first name stems from the Shakespearean Ophelia, intended both to connect her to her literary-focused mother and to foreshadow the tragedy she will experience throughout her life (and at one point, foreshadows her multiversal variant that genuinely goes mad and later dies to her own actions). Middle name is also literary, stemming from Little Women; however, her middle name is only Jo, not the full Josephine, meant to symbolism Ophelia standing apart from expectations. Surname is not chosen with deeper meaning, just to tie her into the canon Octavius family, but the alliteration of her first and last name is meant to be "superhero-like" and further connect her to her father. Hero name, Argonaut, represents both Jason's mythological Argo and a species of pelagic octopus.

Giovanna "Gia" Isabelle Pantazis: First name, in both its full and shortened forms, translates to "God is gracious", symbolizing Gia's faith and feeling that her surviving HYDRA was an act of God's will. Middle name also holds faith-based translations to further this symbolism. Surname is derived from the Greek blessing "live forever!", representing how having her life force bound to her clover makes her effectively immortal (at least in certain ways).

Jasper Nightingale Wilson: First name was chosen from a list of modern gender-neutral names, mainly meant to be a fitting, likely choice for a name a genderfluid teen would choose for themself in the 2010s. Middle name was chosen to honor Florence Nightingale, Jasper's personal hero and the person that inspired them to go into nursing. Surname can be derived in some ways from "desire", but was also chosen for an ongoing joke with their partner about having "two first names". Derby name, Gemstone, is meant as a connection to the name Jasper. [note: I will not be analyzing the symbolism of their deadname, and I didn't choose extensive symbolism for their deadname even if there's some to potentially be found. The only thing I chose to line up is that they chose their former derby name to be derivative of their first name, the same way Gemstone is derived from Jasper]

Indigo: Uses no surname until marriage - first because she didn't know her family, later as an act of rebellion for how "loaded" her family surnames would be. She chose her first name herself, for the deep blue color of her eyes, because being a foundling on the dog-eat-dog world of Corellia meant nobody bothered to choose a proper name for her (prior to choosing her name, her guardians would just summon her with "girl!" or "hey, you!"). Name was also chosen with a nickname in mind, both to provide variety and as a symbol of familiarity as she moves through the story.

Prometheus: Name as a nightmare was Nyx (from the Greek god of night), or the Fear of the Dark, for them being a primal nightmare of the dark. Name as a dream keeps the Greek mythological roots, but represents them claiming fire for the sake of the human dreamers they choose to protect, as well as representing the day-by-day injury they undergo in order to protect those same dreamers. The transition from Nyx to Prometheus also represents them becoming closer to their human dreamers - beginning as a primordial god, ending as a human hero.

Eris: Given name from Themyscira was Adamantia, meaning "untameable" or "unbreakable". After their bloodlust and sense for conflict became clear to the people around them, those on Themyscira began referring to them as Eris - believing they were an embodiment of conflict itself, a reincarnation of the Greek god Eris (similar to the Ares story in Wonder Woman)

Nikoletta Bordeaux: First name means "victorious" and is drawn from the Greek Nike. Surname is a region in France, but has no other translated or derived meaning (especially considering that Nikoletta's family stem from Louisiana Cajun French, not traditional French, and the further linguistic separation there). Altogether, her name symbolizes "a victory that means nothing", indicating the various façades she implements while in Belle Reve - holding a position that only grants her power while within the prison, and her abilities themselves being used as a symbol for death while actually having no tangible danger.

Azalea Jordan "AJ" Campbell: First name is a flower, connecting her to her mother Violet as well as representing her career as an assassin in disguise: azaleas are beautiful flowers, but are toxic to humans and animals. Middle name, as well as her nickname, are intentionally gender-neutral, meant to symbolize her ongoing disguises and anonymity as an assassin (since the names apply to any gender, there are fewer visual assumptions that can be made about her). Surname translates to "crooked mouth", representing and foreshadowing the reveal of her facial scars.

Quinn: Any surname or former name for her have not been revealed or even decided, and I don't intend to choose any - that stage of her life has been left long in the past, and she's intentionally placed a distinction between that life and her current identity. The name Quinn has various meanings: it can be derived from "wise", "beautiful", or "chief", but was also chosen in-universe as a reference to Harley Quinn. Her rooftop name, Aces, furthers the association with Harley Quinn, decks/suits of cards, and luck/gambling.

Kestrel: Name and character design as a whole are pulled from an American kestrel - solitary animals save for their lifelong mating bonds, known to be adaptable to a variety of habitats and nesting conditions, and extremely effective hunters despite their small size. Former name, Deborah "Debbie" Browning, was merely meant as a mundane and human identity for them to have held before they revealed themself as a changeling.

Katherine Alessia Johnson: Name is largely derived from the NASA astronomer Katherine Johnson, known for contributing valuable research and computations to the moon landing (the moon symbolism also being tied back to the moonlight-powered Tablet of Khonsu). Middle name Alessia means "defender" or "truthful", notable elements of Katherine's character as well as her connection to Bastet, the Egyptian god of domestic protectiveness.

James "Jimmy" Aaron Luciano: As a whole, name was just chosen on a whim based on what sounded right, and wasn't intended with particular deeper meaning aside from being a period-accurate name for an Italian-American New Yorker in the 1910s. However, there is symbolism to be found in that both his former partner Robert and current love interest Lars choose to refer to him as James rather than his nickname.

Vivienne Siversdatter Andenæs: First name means "life", representing her being saved from death by her transformation into a siren - the name was also chosen to be a classically beautiful and feminine name, both for a siren's ethereal beauty and as a subversion towards Vivienne being nonbinary (at least, that it would be nonbinary by modern standards). Middle name is a family surname from Norwegian naming conventions, preserving her father's name. Surname has no listed translation or meaning, but is also Norwegian in origin.

Souriya "Spider" Prakash-Cooper: First name is Lao in origin and means "sun" to symbolize his explosive energy and social "brightness", and was chosen by his parents to honor his maternal grandfather. Surname is his parents hyphenated last names - his mother Adhira Prakash and his father Darius Cooper. Prakash also means "sunlight" to double that earlier symbolism; and while the surname Cooper originally derives from barrel-making, the name was chosen more for the juxtaposition between his father's family in America and his mother's family across India and Laos. His nickname Spider comes from friends at his speed-climbing gym, who gave him the nickname for his long limbs and fast, eclectic climbing strategy.

[todaywasamaritale]

what if i give myself away, to only get it given back?

(neris board for @yaboieif and @jingledbell)

[carnivorousyandeere]

Maybe Eris acting unhinged? like insanely jealous or something?

Imagine Cecilia keeps you at the Cliffside Inn to repay a debt she orchestrated… you’re just trying to do your job as waitstaff in the casino to repay it. Serving platters of food and drink, chatting politely with customers.

Eris can’t stand watching you talk with other people. She interrupts your conversation, pressing herself against your side and wrapping an arm around your waist.

“E-Eris!” You try to protest as she leads you away, roughly grabbing the platter with xir other hand and letting it clatter onto a random table. You hide your face, mortified, as the angry voices of customers follow the two of you a short distance.

Once she’s got you alone, she pins you to the wall with a growl. “The fuck are you doing out there?”

“I-I’m just—”

Eris leans in, pressing her face into your neck and inhaling deeply. You shudder, and she presses you against the wall more firmly. Xir grip hurts. You try to say so, but she only grumbles and holds on a little tighter. Her sharp teeth press against the skin of your neck. Your heartbeat races, uncertainty and the reminder that you’re a prey animal to something like her turning your legs to jelly. Eris only lets go after breathing your scent for altogether too long.

Xe finally releases you with one last agitated snarl, looking down on you as you sink to the floor. She rolls her shoulders irritably as she walks out towards the beach, letting the both of you compose yourselves.

[ludcake]

I think I'm in love with ur oc. do u have any more ocs to share with us?

yes. i do actually!!!

I have so many of them. in the brain

Quick list and you can follow it up with a specific ask about them!!

Alyseris Rogare, a scion of House Rogare long after they lost nearly everything in the Lyseni Spring - all she has is the family name. Daughter of the Old Blood of Volantis. Thinks Westeros fucking sucks compared to Essos - thinks that peasantry and feudalism is just slavery with more steps (and this is bad because it's not *just* slavery). comically missing the point of the cycles of tragedy because whenever the tragedy starts rolling they hop on a boat and skip before it gets too bad. Used to be the wife of a Ghiscari noble but jumped ship and left him with their kid. Actually a trained brava. Incredible gender swag

Lady Asha Codd, of Codd Hall. She has a twin named Yara Codd. They're both married to another set of twins who are their cousins. They might actually all be siblings instead of cousins. She thinks it's a shame that House Codd's words are "Though All Men Do Despise Us". Thinks people should like them better, so she invests her money and house funds into mimicking a Greenlander court. Comically misses the point as the incest, stealing, reaving, thralldom and cannibalism still happen, she's just now prim and proper about it and has a single silken gown she bought from Lannisport and likes staring at the pretty stained glass window that broke when they stole it from a motherhouse. Very much manners forward.

Lord Mors Dustin. Actual total freak. Lord of Barrowton circa Dunk & Egg, so right after the Spring Sickness - everyone in his family died and he's obsessed with it <3 he spends all the money of House Dustin into barrows and graves and turns farmlands into graveyards and knows the cause of death of every major family in their lands at least five generations back. Thinks that the ghosts talk to him sometimes, he actually just has really bad insomnia. Convinced that he'll die under very specific circumstances. Gets into a relationship with a wildling that wants to murder him real bad during the Raymun Redbeard thing. It's cute and very violent

Lenore Sand beloved..... She's an Orphan of the Greenblood. Daughter of a major courtier in the Sunspear court and an Orphan, was raised by her mom until she almost drowned in the greenblood and got sick from it, was dumped on dad's footstep after that. Really keeps to the Rhoynish customs, dreams of getting to do a pilgrimage to the Rhoyne. Also a Greenseer!! But in a weird Rhoynish vibe of being underwater.... merging with fish and turtles and eels and critters. keeps a pet white raven she stole from the citadel that she named after her annoying younger legitimate brother Edgar and makes the raven say bad things in his voice

Lady Eris Hightower. Originally an Oakheart, she married a second son of House Redwyne. It was originally a pretty classic courtly romance, and they got married, but he didn't actually want kids!! And that fucked with her deeply because. Like. That destroys every conceit of womanhood in Westeros, right? And it's not like they have protection, so it's just. Moon tea and moon tea and being on bed half the time until eventually he dies mysteriously :). She marries a widower but childless Lord Hightower and they actually have a pretty good relationship, until he goes off with Daeron the Daring into Dorne with her eldest son and that's a breaking point. She goes full stereotype of an evil lady - she starts sleeping with septas, septons, knights and courtiers, ruling the court while he's at war and occupying Dorne, when he returns she's a little bit pregnant and the baby comes out not really looking like her or the dad, so she dyes her hair to pretend her hair was the right color all along for the kid :) kills her husband again so that's two for two and rules as regent for her children for a good hot second. just everything wrong with feudalism in a single woman. she was driven crazy by it and she's the exact flavour of crazy that only these highly hierarchical and fucked systems can produce.

Florian Storm! This is my less fucked OC but I still love them. They're a Steward of the Night's Watch that thoroughly embezzles the NW's funds to get themselves nice silks and jewellery and trades with the wildlings on the side to get some better food and all that. Bastard from House Trant, was gonna be a maester because they were an awful fighter and their dad hated them for that and being feminine until they beat up an acolyte a bit too much and they died (this is because they were having gay sex on the side and it spiraled out). the fact that they were condemned to hang for murder made their dad very happy and proud of them so they got to pack to the Wall with a nice set of sable gloves and mink cloak. They're just a bit scummy <3

those are the big ones!! I also have a few I haven't developed quite as much like Steffon Pyke, local loser maester who is a meathead but had to struggle through citadel college because the alternative was indentured servitude (they later get involved in colonialism), Alyn Whitewolf, who is a freefolk songstress descended very distantly from Jon in an AU where he stays with the wildlings instead of going back to the NW (her mission is going south to steal a wife <3) and Ser Robert Buckwell, knight of the Kingsguard who is utterly uninterested in anything but straightbaiting girls with his perfect little shining golden armor and big vow to never shed blood (this is why he uses a mace to make sure all the bleeding is internal) while sleeping with another knight of the Kingsguard on the side. he's like if the kingsguard was a boyband for real

[destinymanticor]

Hewoo @marmaleye im your sumsanta!

I don't know how the plot of your fanfic will go

but I see her like that

👉👈😊

[remesrobotics]

I like how you reference Eris’ discovery leading to Pluto’s demotion in your OC Eris’ profile

So how did Eris get Pluto demoted in your canon(?) was it an accident or was it intentional?

(it's a mystery)

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

Blindfolded for the whump bingo card!

- @another-whump-sideblog

Spirals and Solitaire

Synopsis: After her capture by the heroes, Wrenna's blindfolded locked in a cell 24/7. It's lonely, so lonely, but her only friend is determined to help her, no matter what side she's on.

Content: Villain whump, hero caretaker, supervillain whumper (mentioned), solitary confinement, captivity whump, emotional/psychological whump, so much angst, also like a very, very heavy depiction of depression self loathing and suicidal ideation, happy ending though

Tagging: @whump-queen @whump-in-the-closet @soheavyaburden @turn-the-tables-on-them (thought you guys might like to read it :O)

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Day One

Wrenna lowered her head as if she were trying to avert her eyes from her nemesis. “I hate you, you know that?"

Eris could only laugh. “Do you really?” Wrenna's voice was emotionless, and from what she could see of Wrenna's face, her expression was the same. Eris could tell that there was no true malice behind her words. “Or are you only saying that because you’re supposed to?”

Wrenna tensed, cuffed hands folding into fists. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

“It’s just food for thought,” Eris replied with a gentle smile. She leaned closer, resting her arms on the table. “I don’t have anything to do today, so why don’t we chat for a bit?”

“I’m not talking,” Wrenna stated, monotone. “You can’t tie me up and strap this on my face—“ She gestured towards the blindfold she was wearing—“and expect me to agree to a friendly little chat.”

Eris shot her a sympathetic look, forgetting that Wrenna couldn't see it. “Hey, I’m sorry about that, but it’s standard safety procedures. You’re going to ah—have to prove that you aren’t dangerous, but once you do that, they’ll take the blindfold off!”

Wrenna flinched back. “Is that what you want from me…?”

“I don’t—I don’t want anything from you, in particular.” Eris spoke in a measured tone, words carefully chosen.

Wrenna frowned and said nothing.

Eris reached out an arm and gingerly intertwined her fingers with Wrenna's. Wrenna flinched at first, and Eris almost drew back, but Wrenna grasped her hand tightly at the last second. Eris smiled, small but genuine.

“Let’s forget about the whole heroes and villains thing for a moment, okay? You’re just a person. And I can see that you’ve been hurt… so I just want to help you. And maybe we can be friends?” Eris’s voice was hopeful.

Wrenna tilted her head. She hesitated before replying in a low whisper. “I guess I’ll humor you for a little bit.”

Day Eleven

Soft ticking reverberated around the cell. For some goddamn reason, there was a clock in here somewhere. Not that it mattered. She couldn't see it anyways.

God, what she'd give to see a clock.

She wished for a lot of things, but right now, she wished for this the most. Honestly, she just wanted to know how much time had passed. Life was always lonely and terrifying, but now it was boring too.

At the very least, she'd like to be able to count the hours she'd spent in this cell.

She was lying on the floor, and she wondered what the ceiling looked like. Her vision was entirely obscured by jet-black cloth. Getting around was awkward now, but it wasn't like she was going anywhere. The cell was maybe a few paces wide, from what she could tell.

But the worst part—the part that made Wrenna want to hide under the bed or scream and rip through everything and everyone—was that the blindfold stopped her from using her telekinesis. It was fucking stupid—just a piece of fabric that she couldn't get off, and it had all been taken away from her.

She had never been this powerless before.

If she didn't have anything before, she truly had nothing now.

Her mind raced and her heart drummed loudly in her chest. She tensed, turning as still as a statue. Why? Why must this happen?

Actually, there was no point in asking. She knew why. Because she was a villain. Because she was dangerous.

Did they know that if she could, she would go back in time and erase all her mistakes? Choose to never hurt those people, to never commit those crimes, to never do the shit that landed her here.

But she was a coward who let herself be fully under Móirín's thumb.

Maybe she deserved this. Maybe she deserved to be here.

No, it wasn't a maybe, it was a yes.

Day Twenty-Six

Eris had begun to make a habit of visiting Wrenna. It was something she was quite grateful for. Eris was…somewhere, rambling about a book she had recently read, and Wrenna was sitting on the bed, her worries causing her to half-tune Eris out.

"And like, at the end, the trio hops onto the dragon, and they have to fly through a bunch of storm clouds to get to the Dark Lord's castle, and—hey, Wrenna?"

The abrupt stop made Wrenna jerk her head up. "Um, yeah?"

"Are you doing okay?

After some hesitation, Wrenna answered, "I…yeah, sure, I guess." God, she didn't even sound convincing to herself.

She heard Eris's footsteps walking closer to her. It unnerved her slightly, not knowing exactly where Eris was. A hand touched her shoulder, causing her to jump in surprise.

"Oh—sorry about that, my bad!" Eris exclaimed. "I just—I just wanted to let you know, I'm here for you, if you ever want to talk about anything."

Wrenna sighed and slumped over, running the words she wanted to say over and over again in her mind. The phrase was simple, but the delivery could be everything.

Finally, she simply stated, "I want to get out of here."

Eris didn't respond immediately. "You remember the offer, don't you?" she commented.

"Yes, and I've told you before, I'm not joining the heroes."

"Wrenna, it'd be for the best, you'd be safe, and you'd prove to everyone you've changed—"

"I have changed," Wrenna interrupted. "I'm not going to fight for anyone but myself, no matter how much they try to make me." She'd made that mistake with Móirín already. She wouldn't make it again.

Eris sighed. "Alright. But maybe think about it a little more."

The room went quiet, and the silence was deafening.

It was Wrenna who broke it. "I…I haven't read a lot of books, but the one you were talking about sounds great…can I hear more about it?"

"Sure!" Eris chirped, and Wrenna imagined that she was smiling.

Day Forty-One

To keep herself from going any more insane than she already was, Wrenna had invented a few little games for herself.

There was the "Guess That Noise!" game, which was always a little treat. Sometimes there'd be a humming sound, or a crash, or the sound of something zipping by. Usually, the sources seemed to be mundane. The whir of a vent. Someone dropping something heavy upstairs. An annoying, evil mosquito. Sometimes she could make out the faint sounds of cars in the distance.

Lately, she'd added another part to this game, where she made up a story behind the sound that was much more fun. An electric field about to zap something. A piano falling from a window. A wedding cake toppling over. A murder—no, not a murder. Not that. She didn't want to think about that.

It was usually an interesting game, but she couldn't do it all the time. Wrenna had other things to occupy herself, though.

She also had the drawing game, which mostly consisted of lying on her stomach on the floor and making scratches on the cold linoleum floor. She couldn't exactly see what she was drawing, but she could imagine it might look like something a feral animal would make. Or maybe it wasn't visible at all.

Wrenna had no way to tell if she was scratching hard enough, but one day, she noticed warm liquid running down her fingertips. When she ventured to sample it, it tasted like a drop of copper on her tongue. So she knew that she'd probably made some type of mark, even if it was just bloodstains.

And there was one final game as well. Wrenna didn't particularly like playing this one, but she couldn't stop herself from doing it. It didn't have a name. It simply consisted of trying to get the restraints off.

The handcuffs had a generous chain and left her hands in the front, but they were still weighty, awkward, and uncomfortable. They had a rough texture that was a little soft when poked—Wrenna guessed it was leather padding, and as far she could tell with her hands, there wasn't a lock she could pick or break.

And she constantly found herself fiddling with the blindfold, but the damn thing had so many straps and even a fucking lock. Wrenna couldn't get it off, and yet she was still constantly trying. Where the hell did the heroes even get something like this?

Even with all these little activities, there was too much time in the day—or night? She couldn't tell anymore—to think. To ponder over all her mistakes and failures. Why did you do this? Why have you ended up here? Why, why couldn't you have just never been born?

More often than not, the blindfold was damp with tears.

Day Fifty-Two

Eris was back again. Back for another little conversation about the smallest things, heart-to-hearts that meant so much to Wrenna. Eris was standing by the door, and the two had been conversing for what felt like hours.

"Really? You never had any stuffed animals as a kid?" Eris asked her, incredulous.

Wrenna shook her head in response. In the back of her mind, she wondered how many times Eris made these kinds of gestures that she was just unable to see.

"We've got to fix that! I'm getting you a plushie. What's your favorite animal?" Eris's voice was suddenly much more animated and excited.

Wrenna felt her cheeks become hot, and she cracked a nervous smile. "Aww, you don't have to do that for me."

"But I will," Eris promised. "It's really nothing, and plushies are so important."

"Um…I like canaries a lot," Wrenna said in a soft voice.

"A canary plush it is then!" Eris confirmed.

She paced for a bit before sitting down on the floor, next to the cot that Wrenna was sitting on.

"I still can't believe you didn't have any plushies as a kid," Eris commented, voice a little sad.

Wrenna frowned. "If I had any stuffed animals, Móirín would have probably taken them away eventually," she mused.

"God, that's fucked," Eris murmured, giving Wrenna's hand a soft squeeze.

Wrenna shrugged. "It's fine. Not the worst thing she did by a long shot."

Eris was silent for a while, and Wrenna wondered what she was doing.

"Do you need to talk about it…?" Eris finally offered.

Wrenna opened her lips, and mouthed a few syllables, trying to figure out the right answer, how to phrase things. "I…"

She honestly did want to talk about it. But the prospect of telling someone was frankly terrifying. Her entire life with Móirín was an exercise in learning how to be quiet, how it was better to scream and sob than spill any information at all.

"It's…I don't know. It was a lot." Wrenna said carefully, tone kept measured and even. "I never wanted to be a villain, you know… But Móirín wanted it. And well, she won." Móirín had always made it known to Wrenna that she owed her. So Wrenna followed her orders, and paid the price when she didn't.

She shrugged. She didn't know what else to do.

She felt a supportive pat on her shoulder. From Eris, probably.

"Wow, that should have never happened to you…" Eris remarked. "But hey. You can be whatever you want to be. You're safe now. I promise that to you."

Her voice was so kind, so sweet and gentle, that at least for the moment, Wrenna truly believed she could trust Eris.

Day Sixty-Seven

Eris was the only thing Wrenna looked forward to, now. She was the only person Wrenna ever talked to—maybe no one else cared to talk to her, maybe she was just appointed—whatever, Wrenna didn't care. She just wanted to hear someone's voice.

And maybe, one day, see Eris's face.

But Wrenna had gotten used to the darkness, and she was starting to doubt if she'd ever see anything again.

As she stroked the little canary plush in her hands, Wrenna racked her mind, trying to think of something to say to her only friend. But her list of conversation topics was starting to dry up. She'd already told Eris everything. About the things she once saw and liked to do, about the secret hobbies she hid from Móirín, and Móirín's plans, their location and secret hideouts, and about the people who worked with them, too. She'd even told Eris about some of her regrets.

Nothing was off the table. And she didn't care if she was spilling valuable information anymore. She'd be happy if everything blew up in Móirín's face.

"Wrenna…?"

She turned her head in the direction of Eris's voice. Oh god. She was going to leave. Wrenna had nothing to say, and now Eris was just going to go. She was too boring. Everything was boring. Wrenna had nothing to do and that was so boring which had made her boring and Eris was going to lose interest, maybe she wouldn't come back—

Eris's voice interrupted her spiraling thoughts. "Um. You look pretty deep in thought. What'cha thinking about?"

Wrenna turned her head away. "I…" She could tell Eris. Eris treated her kindly. Eris always had soft, gentle words to say. She felt almost trustworthy, even.

Tears started streaming down Wrenna's face. Fuck. Fuck. Not now.

"I-I just…" Wrenna's voice cracked, and she buried her face in her hands. "I can't do this anymore!"

"Hey, hey," Eris soothed. Wrenna heard the bed creak and felt Eris's arms wrap around her, and she felt just a little more safe and secure. "It's okay, let it out…wanna talk about it, more?"

"I think—I think I'm losing my mind—oh god, how long have I even been in here?" Wrenna croaked.

"It's been, um, it's been a while," Eris murmured.

Wrenna leaned on Eris's shoulder, melting into the hug. "Please—I have to get out. Can you get me—can you get me out of here?" she whispered to Eris, every few words punctuated with a sob of utter longing.

"I…I'm sorry, but I can't. Not unless you, you join us," Eris mumbled in reply, sounding disappointed in herself.

"Oh," Wrenna sighed, defeated.

I think I'd rather die.

Day Eighty

Even though she couldn't see, Wrenna now knew the cell like the back of her hand.

Her reference was the wall where the ticking noise came from, the one that the clock was mounted on. On the opposite end of the ticking was the wall with the door. Across from the door, to the right of the ticking, was her cot, layered with extra blankets and messy sheets. To the left of the ticking was the door to the bathroom.

She had probably felt the walls hundreds of times by now, circling the cell and running her hands along the smooth paint, like what she was doing now. As far as she could tell, there weren't any bugs, though she didn't doubt that there was a camera somewhere out of her reach.

Lately, she had invented a new game. It was a bit morbid, and sometimes she wondered if she really should be playing it, but she had nothing else better to do.

It was a straightforward game—she'd find an object, feel it, and let her mind wander, thinking about ways she could use it to kill herself. Sometimes her ideas could be horribly creative, but none of them were particularly easy or painless.

Still, maybe she'd actually do it one day. Any other ending was starting to seem like a dream and an impossibility. There was nothing but her and the darkness and her stupid fucking brain and the cell that she couldn't see.

Wrenna leaned against the wall, then sunk to the floor, and sighed. There still wasn't anything to do. The cell was practically barren and empty. It was probably that way for a reason. Maybe it was empty to give the inmates fewer opportunities to kill themselves. Or maybe it was because they didn't deserve any better.

If she died here, she would die a prisoner. Which was depressing, considering that she had been one all her life. But it felt like such a minuscule concern compared to the prospect of finally ending this horrible existence.

She wanted freedom, but she'd settle for death.

Day Ninety-Five

Wrenna was lying on the cot, tangled in her sheets. She hadn't left the bed in days, and she didn't want to, either. Her mind was filled with static that pinned her down to the cot and sapped her motivation to do anything at all.

There was a knock on the door. Probably Eris. "Yeah. Come in." Her voice was tinged with a permanent sadness now, hopelessness bleeding through her words.

She heard the turn of the lock and the heavy cell door swinging open.

"Hey, Ren," Eris greeted, in that sweet voice that sounded like calm ocean waves.

"Hey…stay here for a while, please?" Wrenna had nothing to talk about. And yet she still wanted to be with Eris, anyways. Not that she deserved her, or any sort of friend. But if this was how Eris chose to spend her time, Wrenna wasn't about to argue.

"Of course." Eris sat down on the edge of the bed, and Wrenna shifted to give her more space. Eris clasped Wrenna's hand, and Wrenna enjoyed the warmth.

Eris started talking about a recent mission, and Wrenna truly did want to listen to every word, but it was all too easy to get sucked into her thoughts, her guilt, and her death wish.

Wrenna honestly didn't really remember what she felt guilty about anymore. She knew that she hurt people. And she recalled the moments, the twisting of a knife, the shrieks, and the sirens. But the past was starting to fade away and fall into the darkness. Now there was only the cell, the wretched, suffocating little box, in the waking hours, and Móirín's house in her nightmares.

She was nothing. This life was nothing. Every hour was just prolonging the agony. Even when Eris was there.

There was something she needed to ask Eris.

"Eris?" she softly called out.

Eris quickly responded. "Yeah?"

Wrenna took a deep breath and squeezed the plush canary underneath the blankets to prepare herself for asking. "Eris, I-I…" Her voice trembled, and she felt tears soaking into her blindfold.

"I need you to kill me," she finally imparted.

Eris was silent for a long time. "…What?" she whispered, with quiet horror.

"Please," Wrenna begged, "please, that's all I want… I feel like I'm dying in here. I can't take this anymore. Can you—can you kill me? I can't kill—I can't kill myself, so—so I'm asking you, to, to do it."

"No, Ren, god no, I can't do that. I'm not going to kill you. Oh, god. My god," Eris panicked. Wrenna heard Eris's heartbeat starting to race, matching her own.

Eris squeezed Wrenna's hand tightly. "I can't. I would never hurt you." Eris was crying now. Wrenna could hear it.

"It's okay. I'm sorry for asking," Wrenna apologized, voice quiet. She tried to hide the disappointment and strange relief that welled up inside her.

"No, no, it's—" Eris took a deep breath. "Okay. Okay. I think I have to—no, I will."

"Ren, I'm going to get you out of here," she declared.

"If I join the heroes, right, I've heard it all before," Wrenna supposed with a sigh.

"No. I'm going to get you out of here regardless," Eris promised, grave determination in her voice.

Wrenna couldn't believe it. "Really?"

"Yeah. Really. God, I'm so sorry—I should have done something earlier." Eris's voice cracked with regret.

It was Wrenna's turn to clutch Eris's hand. "It's—it's okay. When do we—when do we leave?" she ventured, a spark of hope igniting in her heart.

"How about right now?" Eris offered.

Wrenna's cracked lips curled into a smile, her first in a long time. "That sounds great to me."

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AN: I had this written a while ago but I didn't find the time to edit it until recently

Hope you guys enjoy this, it's one of my longer pieces so <2

[nguyenfinity]

Juuuuust one more OC thing I have not yet put here

[practically-an-x-man]

I made an Abner/Nikoletta one and a Rick/Eris one too :)

(ElenaA's Kiss Crew)

[saiikavon]

I have seen you mention Eris a few times now for OC things, and I'm curious what fandom she belongs to (or fandoms if she's made to be multi-fandom)? Have you included her in any of your works, or is she more of a 'personal-only' type of OC? Also, is her name derived from the Greek goddess of Strife?

No fandoms, just a vampire oc I made up in high school. Kind of an answer to this specific feeling vampires gave me - I felt like they were a representation of feeling both frozen and afraid to unfreeze, because what waits for you when you finally start healing? How much time did you lose?

She changed stories and names over the years; this one finally stuck because of the reference to the goddess. Much of her history is chaos and strife, so now the name is hers. I’m revisiting her story again recently because I might want to actually write it? Just not sure how to go about it yet, heheh. Original work hasn’t come as easily to me as fanfiction has.

[carnivorousyandeere]

how would the cliffside yans be like with a darling that is possessive of them?

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: violence, murder, unhealthy relationships, d/s dynamics in some ways, enabling

Kurtis: happier than a puppy in a room full of tennis balls. Dramatically swooning into your arms about it. Kurtis’ dream, after all, is to be your possession, your accessory, your plaything, your lover— anything yours. He also kind of likes to tease you about it, though~! If you’re more of the shy and sensitive type, he won’t go out of his way to make you jealous because he wouldn’t want to see you cry, but he also thinks it’s cute when you’re pouting from jealousy and clinging to him. If you’re more of the confident and aggressive type, Kurtis might let other people flirt with him, so he can see you get riled up (and maybe have jealous sex~).

Cecilia: thinks it’s cute, romantic, even sexy. You might even catch her hiding a blush and a smile with a fan~! It’s kind of like foreplay or dirty talk to her, in some way. She might softly chide you and whisper in your ear to save that kind of thing for the bedroom, where she’ll allow you to smother her with your affection and tell her how jealous you were of other people getting to talk to her at that boring business meeting. She’s not ashamed of you and being yours, but she’s also more private and not very big on PDA.

Isla: Isla is so satisfied and content, like a cat that got the cream~! And honestly, with her job as a singer, she gets a lot of unwanted attention from patrons of the Cliffside, and so it’s a relief when you shoo those other people away. She’s extremely likely to feed into that behavior, almost training you like a dog to keep being so possessive and protective by giving you all the treats and affection you could want. Deep down, Isla’s still filled with anxiety, wondering if your feelings that seemed to burst like flames might fizzle out just as quickly one day. You might catch her staring off into space with that conflicted look as she ponders what she’ll do when that day comes— she’s increasingly sure it will, the more you know about her— but if you ask what she’s thinking of, she just smiles, presses a kiss to your nose and brushes off the question.

Airna: Gets very flustered about it, constantly blushing up a storm. It makes her heart race whenever you tell people to back off, that she’s yours! It makes her heart race even more if you actually get into a fight for her (though she would never instigate, like Kurtis might). She daydreams about that a lot, getting hot under the collar thinking about you caving somebody’s skull in, and then getting to take care of you after. Forgive her if she squirms a little bit on your lap while staunching the bleeding from your eyebrow, and bites her lip if you hiss at the burn of the disinfectant…

Eris: confused, discombobulated, in disarray. Like a cat that watches you comfortably from a distance, so you think they might want some scritches, then hisses when you try to approach. As obsessed as xe is with you, the unexpected constant proximity of you makes her heart beat too fast and her mouth water. It lights xir nerves up to an almost painful degree. She can’t handle it, and so she tries to retreat to that safe distance to watch you from. It’s rather confusing, to be honest, having her scare other people away from her and then acting strange when you try to do the same for her. It makes xir anxious to see you start fights she’s not confident you can finish. If your possessiveness and clinginess start slow and grow with time, it’s much easier for Eris to adjust.

[remesrobotics]

Eris

SRN.011 - エリス “-and nobody will ever miss you~”

Good Point - Adaptable Bad Point - Being herself Like - Flowers Dislike - Getting punted

3’1” (93.98 cm)

A Stardroid whose primary function is holographic impersonation; you’d almost never see Eris in her true form, as she spends most of her time in the forms of other robots. She possesses truly staggering scanners and a massive drive for storing not only the appearances and personalities, but also entire memories of the robots she seeks to impersonate, making her disguises nearly perfect, pending how recent her scans are. However, her impersonation keeps her regularly in touch with other robots, ensuring they stay pretty up-to-date.

This does make her effectively genderfluid as probably 95% of the robots she could impersonate in the setting are male. On the downside, her disproportionate amount of time spent acting like others does make her own personality growth a bit stunted, and she is very scatterbrained, indecisive, and anxious when not impersonating anyone.

Apart from her arbitrarily insect-like appearance, her smooth golden plating hearkens to the Golden Apple of Discord.

Though her closed ‘apple’ form is far too large to fit ‘inside’ a majority of her holograms, she not only looks but physically feels like whoever it is that she is impersonating through space-bending BS Alien Magic-Tech. Pinpointing where her real body is masked and damaging it directly through the hologram with piercing damage will drop it, though hitting the hologram anywhere else will incur simulated damage on the hologram. As a result, she is primarily weak to cutter weapons.

Originally built exclusively for espionage, she basically exists to piss people off and start arguments by pretending to be other people, and spreading misinformation.

Eris lacks her own ‘signature’ weapon, since she primarily utilizes slightly weakened copies of those of whoever she’s impersonating (a good way to tell a robot is Eris in disguise is to notice subtle limitations in their abilities; the best is to just have the person she’s impersonating catch her doing it), but she can also emit a scrambling AOE pulse/’buzz’ that temporarily stuns and disorients other robots with glitch-like hallucinations, but it deals no damage.

Technically associated with a dwarf planet in the Sol system, her original allegiance was to Sunstar and Terra... but upon being sent to 'investigate' Antares, she was captured. To avoid destruction, she pleaded to be spared, promising that she would work as a double agent. While Antares had no intention of really having a planet minion, she nevertheless allowed it on the basis that Eris stay out of her way for the most part, and spend most of her time just sowing distrust and mayhem.

This is the reason behind Eris' single antenna; she used to have two, but the one that was destroyed was effectively her 'transmission' antenna, the one for reporting back, so with it gone she's believed by the others to be 'dead', which allows her some extra buffer for shenanigans until she's caught the first time. 

While there is no clear proof, the subtle animosity between Eris and Pluto hints that Eris was likely responsible for his demotion in ages past, even before Eris defected.

- Dubiously Canon Offshoot -

If she were to have an empty-eyed HEC/SEE/Giga variant, she would forego espionage entirely in favor of overdriving her hologram powers to use two ‘disguises’ simultaneously, creating nightmarish, melted-together ‘hybrid’ hologram bodies.

[kira-the-whump-enthusiast]

ciel + branding?

isaac + waterboarding?

eris + being forced to torture wrenna?

(for the most recent ask game you reblogged)

Send me an OC + a whump trope or method and I’ll reply with how well they would handle it on a scale of 1 to 10.

TROY YOU LIKE GOT THEM ALL IN THEIR WEAK POINTS

Oh god if Ciel got branded at the Prison,,, I don't think he would handle it well at all. I mean a permanent reminder of the horrors that he's experienced literally burned into his skin??? That would haunt him. Especially since it's for a crime he never committed and a prison sentence he doesn't deserve! 3/10 he would be screaming and crying the whole time

Just ignore me making this canon now :) (post-prison arc he covers it up with makeup and clothing)

Isaac does not handle anything that cuts off his breathing well. Waterboarding would terrify him so much. Especially if he's restrained and can't fight back omg. 2/10 he is scarred for life forever and ever

Oh that last one. Troy you are so evil. I geniunely don't think that there's anything that could get her to do it. Not even if she's tortured. Not even they torture Wrenna so much worse if she doesn't do it. She could not bring herself to betray her own nature and her friend this violently. And if she did, well either why she'd never be able to live with herself. She'd see how her friend can't look at her the same way anymore and she'd hate herself for it. 0/10 this is too cruel

[nguyenfinity]

This was from a few months ago and it took off on insta so we’ll see what happens here but yeah this basically sums them up