#oc things: datura

[ashbeneviento]

Hello, Evil Residents :)

I’d like to introduce you all to my Village OC (who was amazingly brought to visual light by my good friend @crowquillustrate on insta🖤)

OC: Datura

Named after the sacred Datura flower (Hallucinogenic and possibly deadly if ingested improperly)

Age: 27/Immortal

Physical Characteristics: 5’3, Pale skin, Long wavy brown hair, Hazel Eyes. Has a scar that travels under her eye down to her neck from a Lycan Attack.

Background: Datura grew up on a farm just outside the Village with her parents and little brother Sebastian. When she was 18 a pack of rogue Lycans destroyed her home, killing her mother and brother first. Datura was attacked but her father sacrificed himself to save her, leaving her to fend for herself.

Mother Miranda took her in for a few years before sending her over to work for Donna.

Personality: Datura is hard headed but kind hearted. She immediately bonded with Angie, who reminds her of her little brother. It takes her a while to get used to Donna though, who always seemed to hide herself away from her. Datura CAN be cruel, especially when she feels disrespected. Does she go a little overboard sometimes? Yes, yes she does.

Hobbies: Datura likes taking walks at night, despite Donna’s wishes. (She’s worried for her safety) She’s a painter, a violinist, sometimes she likes playing the piano as well but she would rather listen to Donna play instead. She picked up on scientific hobbies from her stay with Mother Miranda, and likes to experiment with tea making/making medicine for the Village folk. Hunting.

Sexuality: Datura is sapphic but doesn’t really have a preference other than Donna. Would consider her grey ace. Likes to explore new things in the bedroom but would rather spend her time watching vintage romance movies and cuddling up to her love.

Relationships: Partner, Donna obviously.

She likes spending the night at Alcina’s and has a soft spot for Cassandra. She loves hunting so she brings the Dimitrescus the finest of her catches.

Karl reminds her of her father but hates visiting his factory (bc of the Lycans) but she learns to love them eventually.

Sal loves when she visits the reservoir. She made him a special tea that stops him from throwing up and built him a brand new boat for him to go fishing in. He calls her Deetee.

Mother Miranda also has a soft spot for her (though she tries to deny it every chance she gets) Miranda didn’t give Datura the cadou because she wanted to use her as a vessel, instead she felt sorry for her and actually asked Datura for permission. She’s the reason Miranda has came to terms with Eva’s death and has learned to appreciate the four Lords as they are. She’s getting there, don’t worry.

Other: Datura is noturnal. She doesn’t need to sleep as much so she can be awake for days on end, but most active at night. Where Donna can control the pollen to cause hallucinations, Datura does so through her eyes. Sometimes when she dreams those dreams happen in real life. Prophetic. Her bite is poisonous and causes the victim to calcify, though she’s only had to use that power once. It does not work on those affected by the cadou, so Donna is immune.

She can teleport but isn’t very good at it.

(Once she tried to teleport into the village and she ended up scaring the mold out of Miranda who was in the middle of making coffee, ouch)

I plan on posting fanfic drabbles on here once I get the chance! I’d love to talk about Datura more and meet your Res8 OC’s as well, it’s good to be back in the Village 😉

Please do not share this art without proper credit to the artist, you may not use my OC as your own.

[chempack]

still thinking about my pre-war conservationist sole idea. i mean, fallout characters that are interested in preserving pre-war things certainly isn’t new; i can’t remember any canon ones right now but there probably are some, and someone i follow, @/datura-tea, recently made some art conservator ocs. but specifically the idea of a sole survivor, someone from before the war and with personal attachments to the institute, being focused on it is interesting to me. especially when it comes to animals themselves. taking over settlements and trapping animals there, breeding the least outwardly mutated ones together, trying to recreate how nature intended them to be. playing god with irradiated animals while shaun plays god with robotic humans.

[buzzkillchainsaw]

HI HELLO OH MY GOODNESS HOW DO I PUT THIS

I literally just randomly stumbled across your comic with pearl and tetra and decided to give it a quick read, but then it really hooked me in, like REALLY hooked me in! It was the first one of your works I've seen so I didn't have any prior context, but the story it had even standing alone was just.. AGHHH I have no words it genuinely just struck my heart and soul! And then I decided to check out your blog and saw that you had more writings for WoF and that's when i saw the whole arc you wrote I decided to give it a quick read as well! i personally find it difficult to get into original wof stories cause I tend to gravitate towards one's involving canon characters (genuinely, nothing against OC stories! i find them so cool and want to read more of them, they're just a bit harder for me to get into), but remember when I said I'd give the arc a quick read? that quick read turned into reading the entire thing in one entire sitting because I actually get so attached to the characters and story and setting and EVERYTHING??? it all felt so genuine! like I was being taken on an entire journey with them!!! like, i actually cannot overstate just how amazing it has been to read it all!!! idk how to describe it but whenever I come across a story that I'm able to feel so connected and invested to, my heart starts to smile and my heart is smiling so much rn!!! Like, all of that and it was a DRAFT??? Ice, datura, pearl, tetra, no-one, and sidewinder's stories just felt so genuine I actually can't say it enough and I don't use the word genuinely lightly

it's really late where I am so I'll stop here before I probably write 50 more paragraphs, so I'll just say once more that I'm glad I stumbled upon your blog, and really, thank you! The genuine love you have for what you do is seen in the art you make, and I hope that, whatever you choose to do in the future (art or not!), it's something that brings you genuine love and fulfillment! AGHHH FR READING THROUGH THE ENTIRE ARC AND COMIC WAS AN EXPERIENCE YOU ARE AN AMAZING ARTIST THANK U AGAIN AND GOODNIGHT

I've been opening and closing this ask all day bc I don't think I can formulate a response fit for your genuinely kind words :')

I'm so happy you enjoyed my stuff & hopefully it continues to bring you joy for a long time! I also never expected so much positive feedback on my little "book arc" from so many different people, so I just wanna say thank you and everyone else who read through the entire thing, it really means a lot! I wish you the best life :)

[eren-akai05]

Waiting

This is a Sylus x Eren (OC) one-shot....

Eren allows her feet to drag her  wherever it leads her to. Its has been days since she has decided to take her most deserved vacation leave — mostly because Kairose won’t stop bugging her to rest as well as Captain Jenna won’t stop reminding her to take her vacation leaves, saying that it’s not good for a hunter to not give her body some time to relax.

She came to a stop as she found herself standing in the middle of a field of Datura flowers. No locals would go anywhere near this place. The flowers are poisonous after all but to a fiend, this field is a sanctuary.

Her and her beloved’s sanctuary.

It has been a very long time since then.

She misses him. She was ecstatic when she found a recorded audio containing his voice. She wasn’t sure if it really was him at first so she listened to it a few times more, then she really is certain it is him. But when she saw which file it was in, she knew she had to see him, and so she went into the N109 Zone. Though it hurt her that she had to pretend that she doesn’t remember him.

Eren closes her eyes, smells the air and feels the breeze. Oh, how much she wants to just spread her wings and fly right now.

Then, a twig snapped.

Breaking her tranquility, eyes open and alert as she spun around and Claymore materialized on her hand, pointed at the unwelcome guest. How dare they disturb her peace?

She gasps when she sees who it is, dropping her Claymore as he chuckles.

“Is that how you greet me now, raising your weapon at me? I thought we’re already past that phase, sweetie.”

“Sylus? What are you doing here?”

“Your little mermaid-loving friend was so easy to…. What’s the word? Hmm, ‘persuade’, is the term I believe to describe her.”

“So she keeps on pestering me into taking a well relaxed vacation only for her to blabber out where I am?”

“Well,” Sylus walks towards Eren with his hands in his pockets. “I wouldn’t have to go through all the trouble of getting her to talk if only the person I’m looking at gave me the heads up that she wouldn’t be around for the next few days and will be travelling to Europe to visit a valley where a dragon fiend was slain while protecting his beloved, where Tarus City once was.”

He came all the way here cause she wouldn’t be in Linkon City in the next few days? Eren felt her stomach knot as her cheeks heat up in red and her heart quicken it’s pace just as Sylus stops in front of her. How did he even know about that myth? Sylus doesn’t seem to be someone who would be interested in knowing the myth of other places. How did he even know to find her here?

A strong wind gracefully blew as flower petals flew everywhere. That’s when she noticed.

“Sylus, you need to get away from here. The flowers here are poisonous.” Eren grabs his hand to pull him away from the place but Sylus refuses to move an inch. “What are you doing?”

“You say they’re poisonous yet you’re standing in the middle of its field.” Sylus bent down and picked a Datura flower and tucked it behind Eren’s ear. “Though, why should we leave? We’re finally back together here in our sanctuary.”

“What?” Eren couldn’t believe what she’s hearing. “What are you talking about?”

Sylus lowers his face, their noses nearly touching. He cups her cheeks with his hands. “Only you and this flower can touch me here, I told you that before.” His eyes glowed in red as dragon wings emerged from his back and horns grew on his head. “But I am quite hurt, kitten. You dare to pretend that you don’t remember me after you made me feel things I never could have imagined and moved me with your human love.”

Eren could feel her eyes watering, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I never thought that I would see you again, that I would forever be alone.”

Sylus wipes away her tears. “Sweetie, I’ve mentioned this before: once we hold hands now, our lives are bound, along with our deaths. You must have really hated me so that you have cursed my soul to never perish.”

“That’s right, I hate you so much. You said that we would be together yet you’re the one who left me all alone and against the world. I cursed your soul so I could see my dragon again.” Eren could feel something wrap around her leg. How she misses the feeling of his tail around her. “I’ve been waiting. And yet, you treated me poorly when we met again.”

Sylus chuckled lowly. “Is that any different from when we first met, kitten?”

“I guess not.” Eren pouted as Sylus pinches her cheeks. She engulfed him into a tight hug. She never got to do this when they met again back in the N109 Zone, but here, she can. “I missed you, you stupid dragon.” Her eyes slowly glowed red as her wings spread. “I’ve been waiting for you.” She rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him.

“Let’s go for a flight, my beloved.”

[lizardperson]

inspired by @datura-tea [this post], here's the social media behaviors of my idiot squad :D

mika: heavy instagram user - posts a lot, just random pictures of her life, selfies, friends, whatever. heavy tumblr user - memes, random rambly rants about whatever, songs she likes, a bunch of pictures of her tits, way too horny on main. probably got suspended a bunch of times because too much tiddy lmao. gets into random fights with people with bad opinions. loves getting anon hate to make fun of.

gabriel: occasional reddit user. not hugely into social media in general, but likes being smarter than anyone else, especially on r/legaladvice. r/amitheasshole is his version of trash tv as a random distraction.

kat: does not care for social media but somehow got accidentally tiktok famous with some random medical misinformation rant because she just couldn't take all the bullshit anymore, and now occasionally throws out a new video. still undecided on how she feels about being called mommy by a bunch of 20yo lesbians. occasional instagram user to stay in touch with old friends and family and such, but doesn't really post much.

july: moderate instagram user, just really likes photography. mostly pretty shit she sees, actually well-shot. barely any selfies. heavy tumblr user - mainly rbs a bunch of random shit, not much oc except some of her photography crossposted from insta. lots of movie gifs. random rb sprees of whatever her favorite movie is right that day. fandom stuff. the occasional autism meme with her having a crisis in the tags like "wait doesn't everybody do this?? that's an autism thing?? are you sure?? this probably means nothing 😬". daria: has had the same anonymous wordpress blog for like 10 years, exclusively for book reviews, with like 3 regular loyal readers she has long discussions with in the comments. absolutely no social media, but checks out july's instagram regularly.

aaron: tumblr - lots of music, cute animals, funny shit. pops up every other week to rb a hundred posts in a row and then vanishes again. had a few funny popular text posts. follows tons of people. youtube & tiktok - posts music stuff, like the random weird instruments he acquired, and tutorials. bandcamp & last.fm - not exactly social media, but highly active commenting on random shit all the time

quinn: moderate instagram user - carefully curated edgy aesthetics with lots of black white photography, dead animals, cemetery shit. she's such a cliche goth lmao has a secret hard kinks tumblr, and so many people blocked.

eleonor: tumblr - posts the most incomprehensible surrealistic meta memes that nobody else gets. bugs, tech stuff. long text posts with a bunch of cited sources about their current rabbit hole. follows a lot of tags, but only a handful of people. rarely tags their own posts tho. is in some weird niche discords and subreddits where anyone else would be like "what is this FOR"

ruby: heavy instagram & facebook user, tons of family pictures, selfies, and inspirational quotes. puts way too much energy into educating her older relatives about the random bullshit they keep posting.

fia: usually randomly deletes her twitter account, comes back after a while, ramps up her activity, until it annoys her and gets too much and she deletes again, cycle repeats. gets into arguments with random idiots and afterwards is like "why didn't i just block them". maybe one day she'll learn. doomscrolls.

helena: found her niche on history/philosophy twitter and writes loooong long threads and then vanishes again for weeks. does not care for social media otherwise. used to be an active wikipedia editor but fell out of that eventually.

[saintdetroit]

make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then, tag as many people as you have wips.

@thesuninperigee my beloved

okay i'm separating these out in2 fandom and oc Just because you know. i feel like it.

datura cochineal (jaydicktim court of owls bullshit)

two truths and a pollen (jaydicktim pure pwp babeyyyyy)

a bundle of twigs for the cradle (jaydick and tim-on-evil-tim with crossover. because i can't resist. evil tim hops universes just to say hello, local heroes pressing f to doubt)

a step into the courageous unknowns (jaydicktim sequel to the vampire tim where they address that whole thing with the severed head. and by address i mean have you ever heard of a batfam member communicating effectively bc i haven't)

two songs by nickleback in a row (jaytim prank war)

[the title contains slurs] (jaydick where they are lesbians also there's magic bc it's urban fantasy)

OC TIM

fox leather, kid gloves (what if the elves in the prose edda had such a bad time. brainwashing/amnesia, dedicated knightly bodyguards with questionable sense of self (senses of elvf lol), a hot redhead casting AoE burn-your-dick-off spells. also the Dökkálfar are undead because i just think it's neat)

mech (yes it's titled that)(what if there were mech pilots having such a bad time and you were just a simple country mechanic trying so hard not to get your head ripped off by your boss the mafioso while the pilot tries to faceplant on your dick. lots of body horror)

falconer (two local idiots on an enforced death march (they would like to go home) to go (successfully) kill a god end up pledging themselves to the god's lover in an attempt to Not Die and end up instrumental in the god's lover's attempt to End An Entire Civilization in revenge)

always sunny always always (trio of transfemme hockey players go for a summer lakehouse vacation on lake michigan and a fucking fairy (species, not slur) shows up and tries to eat one of them sexystyle (not vore, vampire style) repeatedly. urban fantasy)

The Last King (prequel to my first published novel The Silver Knight)(it's only technically published)(one girl's attempt to get a job despite being a second class citizen leads to losing a gf, acquiring a bf (living weapon and walking war crime, he's bisexual too), and becoming king of a space station)

The Red Kingdom (sequel to my first published novel where the titular Silver Knight goes missing and the lovable lesbian Han Solo expy has to go on a fun little mission confronting facts about her self until she finds him again. he's doing fine btw <-lying)

tagging um. i don't have any friends that are writers that are also online. if you write and are online reach out i need more to read.

[on-wine-dark-seas]

Saw your post in the jjk oc comm and I wanna say Nadja is so awesome and cool! Can I request all the tea asks for her?

Oh yay! So glad you like her! Uh...so...tea!

English Breakfast: What is your OC’s morning routine?

Nadja's morning routine is simple. She's up before the sun. She trains for a few hours. She has breakfast. Depending on what she's working on, she may go over her mission dossier, or she may spy on Sundari to ensure she's doing well [she is].

Earl Grey: Does your OC like to read? What is their taste in books?

Nadja loves to read, actually. She has a vast library she keeps at her semi-permanent residence in Kenya [Miguel rents the house and sort of house-sits for her while she's away]. She has a collection of rare tomes she's rescued from destruction, as well as scrolls and other artifacts. Nadja likes books on history and religion.

Darjeeling: Where does your OC feel most at home?

Nadja feels most at home at her residence in Kenya. She has several properties around the world, but that is where she feels most at home because when she was first put into this body, that is where she first settled.

Oolong: How does your OC decorate their space?

Like so...Nadja favors organic shapes in her home. Soft and sculpted.

Lapsang Souchong: If your OC was a scented candle, what would they smell like?

Night-blooming jasmine.

Chai: What is your OC’s comfort food/drink?

Nadja loves a good curry dish with rice! Extra spicy too. She likes cold drinks, not too sweet, but zesty and refreshing.

Pu-erh: What does your OC do when they’re stuck indoors for a day or two?

Sex. I'm not kidding. She and Sukuna are...feral for each other.

Green: What is your OC’s favorite piece of clothing?

Nadja dresses how I like to call 'assassin chic' so she favors all black, form-fitting clothing in modern cuts. Better to conceal her vast arsenal of blades on her person and still look casual. When she's lounging around, she wears free-flowing clothing, and when she's naked, she wears body jewelry.

Jasmine: Does your OC like flowers? Which type of flower is their favorite?

Nadja favorite flower is night-blooming jasmine and the datura [moonflower].

Matcha: What is your OC’s preferred little treat?

Nadja will always indulge in jewelry. Specifically gold jewelry.

Lemon Balm: Does your OC have any bedtime habits or rituals?

A hot shower, a soak in the tub, and her skincare routine. If she's with someone, she will definitely be having sex before bed.

Peppermint: How does your OC handle the cold?

She hates it and loves it. It's just part of life. Winters in Japan are her favorite, however, for sentimental reasons.

Rooibos: What kind of lighting does your OC prefer? Dim, bright, moody, secret fourth thing?

She prefers dim lighting. Braziers, candlelight, firelight, you name it. Soft and warm and inviting.

Chamomile: What does your OC do to relax?

Fuck. Or soak in the tub. Possibly both if Sukuna's in the picture.

Ginger: What always brightens your OC’s day?

Her daughter, Sundari. That's Nadja's pride and joy.

[tricia-swritingcorner]

-The Lockpick and the Canary Cage Pt.1-

Jacob Frye x OC!Reader (Leandra Starrick)

No warnings, honestly just a rewrite of something I wrote years ago. I am currently working on the next installation. As always, if you like please enjoy. If not, scroll on.

‘Oh look, it’s raining. How interesting.’ Hearing the light drumming from her window, Leandra sighed as she stared up at the ceiling. Three weeks in an asylum and yet her own sanity remained intact, though daily visits from her father certainly weren’t helping. He was certainly an important man, who else could imprison their own child in Lambeth asylum with little outcry or comment? Though, one might ask just why he would go to such lengths, and it was simple…Leandra had no intention of becoming a Templar.

Admittedly, to refuse the Grandmaster of the Templar order borough in London was certainly an action that held consequences. While she had sworn that she had no intention of becoming an Assassin instead, apparently Crawford Starrick did not enjoy the idea that his daughter did not wish to follow in his footsteps. Though truthfully, adopting a child from Crawley likely wasn’t his wisest decision. Maybe he believed that by locking her away, Leandra would agree to join out of desperation. It wouldn’t work though and humorously he had the Assassin’s to blame for that.

‘What was my last record again? Two months?” Chuckling at the memory, Starrick did not know the half of her time with the Assassin’s, and she did so on purpose. Regardless of the two friends Leandra had, those higher up in the order often disregarded her after the death of her parents. While the order knew she was their charge for a time, it meant little when no one could agree on to whom she was to go to. Back then, as long as she was given a daily meal there was nothing else they felt she needed to pass time in her “room”.

Despite her current predicament, Crawford Starrick was a fine father figure. He certainly fairs much better than many of the other doting old men who looked in to adopt her. While living with his, she was allowed to study philosophy, economics, even medicine. Not many men of the age were so open to allowing a woman to learn beyond her role as homebody and bearer of children. ‘I suppose that’s why he saw fit to stick me here. Where better to dangle a hook than where I study and what I most risk losing.’

As Leandra continued to stare at nothing, her thoughts were disturbed by a knock at the door. Turning her gaze, the meal slot opened without a word and a package was slid halfway though. How interesting. “My lady?” Oh, Arnold was on guard today. He was always the nicest of her guards, even told her of news from outside or at least what he could tell her. “I got a book for ya. Mutual friend asked for this to be delivered.” Twisting herself out of the oddly comfortable bed, Leandra beamed as she took the bundle into her hands. Must be Dickens, he had been writing something the last time the two met at the George and Vulture. Ripping apart the wrapping, the joy of something new to take her mind off the situation could not be adequately described.

“Thank you Arnold. Tell me, what news is there? Last time you were here Dr. Elliotson was in the midst of trafficking his soothing syrup.” Setting the book down onto her desk, even mentioning the disgusting draught sent shivers down Leandra’s back. Before her incarceration, Starrick had asked her to check in and get an understanding of what Elliotson was pandering to the common man. While she was no chemist, the drug’s combination of opium and datura stramonium was something that she was abhorred by.

“I’m sure you’ve ‘eard the commotion around here. Someone managed to slip into the main distillery and blow the damn thing. While I wouldn’t mind shaking their ‘and, your father ain’t none too pleased. Talk around the boroughs is about these Frye twins and their gang, the Rooks.” At mentioning the name, Arthur definitely had a mocking tone. To Leandra…Blighters wasn’t much better though at least they weren’t named after a chess piece. Hold on a moment, did he say Frye?!

“Frye? Haven’t heard that name in a long time. It can’t be them…could it?” Leandra spoke her thoughts, as if saying their name herself would make it make sense. The last time she saw Jacob and Evie Frye was after her mother’s funeral in Crawley. The assassins weren’t in London, they hadn’t been for years. Shaking her head, she shifted her focus to the other parts of Arthur’s news.

“On that, you and I agree. I will never understand why father believed selling that was a good idea. Poisoning your enemies is one thing, but poisoning innocents? Nothing warrants that. How’s the Lambeth group doing? What with these Rooks and all.” Acting along with Arthur’s mockery, Leandra couldn’t let it slip that she knew Jacob and Evie. To her knowledge, not even Starrick knew about her past with the two especially as he’s never asked during his visits. If he suspected that she did know them, he never let it show.

“Last I ‘eard they got chased out, at least those who didn’t betray their kin.” CHASED OUT?! How long have they lost control? Leandra turned to gaze at the door, trying to understand what she just heard.

“Chased out? How is that possible? There hasn’t been a change here, at least not a noticeable one.” Hearing this, she could hear Arthur hum in response. Perhaps they’ve doubled their efforts in the asylum, at the very least due to having two high value individuals within its walls. She may not have agreed with the good doctor, but Starrick couldn’t afford to lose his hold on the medical field in the city. Before their conversation could continue on, Leandra heard a crash outside the door.

“Arthur?! What’s going on out there?” Genuine concern sat in her voice, something she hadn’t felt since before her incarceration. Slowly approaching the door, she could hear a cocking sound before her guard spoke.

“Not sure miss, but nuttin’ you need to concern ‘urself with. Just read that book a’yours.” Sighing, his bravado was certainly a comfort. It wasn’t like she could provide much help within her cage anyhow. Stepping back, Leandra returned to her desk but before she could even open the book’s cover there was another crash. This time the sound was followed by Arthur’s barking voice. “The FUCK are you doing here?!” Drawing in a sharp breath, she looked around the room for a suitable hiding spot.

Since this was an asylum, it was understandable that her room was mostly bare. Though in cases such as this, it was a grand inconvenience. Remembering how the door opened reminded her that it swung inward, if whoever attacked Arthur came in she could potentially hide behind it and make an escape. Thinking quickly, Leandra grabbed her present and rushed to hide. Time was apparently not on her side as right as she hid, the door’s lock was being picked.

‘I hope Arthur’s okay. Only a Rook would warrant that kind of response from him.’ Covering her mouth, the door was unlocked and just as she thought the burglar entered her room. Thankfully, he didn’t need to open the door completely to enter and so he did not notice the other body that hid from his sight.

“Armed guard, Starrick must have something important stored here. Dr. Elliotson can wait.” Dr. Elliotson? So, she wasn’t his target, that was a tad reassuring. Tiptoeing from behind the door, Leandra was met with the back of a rather average sized male with a hood. While he hadn’t quite noticed her yet, she could not risk him turning around before she was fully out of the room and catching her. Bringing the thick tome above her head, she slammed the book as hard as she could down onto his head and appeared to stun him as she planned. Bolting out of the room, she heard a shout of anger right as she shut the door. Unfortunately for whoever it was, the doors look from the outside and once closed her door always locked itself without the use of a key.

Turning away from the other side of her cell door, Leandra spotted an unconscious Arthur a few steps away along with several other Blighters. Checking the man she had come to see as a friend, there was a steady pulse and his breathing appeared unimpeded. Releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding, for a second Leandra contemplated what her next move was. The guards were down and whoever had broken into her cell was going to become a much larger issue soon if Dr. Elliotson was his target. This was the kind of opportunity she had prayed for. But what would happen once she leaves?

Her father was never one to let those under his thumb go without a fight. Yet, if he was losing control of the city then maybe could…get lost in it. While she had no prospects as a woman in London, Starrick had set up accounts in the past she could access for “frivolities” as he called them. That money could easily be used to set up a new life, whether it was in the city or not. Plus…there was her other friends in the city. Living with the assassins for the first ten years of life did not leave her completely without aid.

‘Now is the moment, alright time to go.’ Walking away from Arthur’s unconscious body, Leandra ran through the hall. Looking for an exit, it wasn’t until she found a stairwell with roof access that she managed to truly escape. Seeing a pile of hay at the bottom, she gathered the courage mentally before performing an eagle dive into the cart. Feeling the rush of air and the adrenaline that came from the free fall, when she jumped out and brushed herself off the rush propelled her. Calmly but quickly walking to the front gate, Leandra took her first steps out of the asylum a free woman.

Continuing on through the streets of London, it dawned on her that her clothes were the same ones she had been incarcerated in. Had she been there a night or two, that would be easy to explain away. Yet, three weeks was much less of an instance. ‘Which street am I on?’ Looking for a nearby sign, she was relieved to find that it was the very same one that her tailor was on. ‘Today must be a very lucky for me. Hopefully he’s open.’ Using muscle memory from the days where she would leave the asylum for a new coat or a fix on a skirt, it didn’t take very long for her to find Thimbles and Threads.

Entering the quaint shop, the shop keep stood at attention and smiled warmly at the sight of her. “Leandra! My dear, it has far too long since your last visit. Asylum keeping you busy? Here, let me have a look at you.” Gliding across the floor, her dear friend Michael gingerly took her hands and guided her to one of the fitting rooms. Helping her to step up onto a small platform, he did a full look at her wears and tusked at the state.

“When was the last time you had something new to wear? I swear, it looks you’ve worn this for the past week at least.” At this, Leandra gave a sheepish smile before speaking.

“Make that three. Oh Michael, it’s been awful. Father didn’t like what I had to say about paving my own way…so I might have spent a little time as a patient at the asylum and not a caretaker. Think you give me a hand?” The look on Michael’s face said it all when he heard her out. Over the following few hours, the two spoke on everything they’ve missed in each other’s lives the last few weeks. Once everything was said and done, Leandra offered to pay for his services, but Michael promptly and adamantly refused.

“You have been through hell my dear. Consider this a gift.” Placing a hand over her heart, if only the man wasn’t already wed. She would have kissed him right then and there.

“Well thank you, my dear friend. Now, do you know where I can find Mr. Dickens these days? I left something in his care and was hoping to retrieve it.” The man nodded his head, of course he did. As far as tailors go, the upper level of society chose from a select few. Thankfully for me, he was one of those.

“Aye, I believe you can find him at Devil’s Acre in West Minster. He claims it’s their ale, but there’s been talk of other things. You know how it goes.” Lightly chuckling, she understood very well what Michael implied. Shaking his hands, Leandra continued on her way through London. West Minster was where both her father and the leader of the Blighters dwelled, so she was certainly going to use great caution. But if she wished to retrieve her belongings, it was there she had to go.

Prior to her incarceration, tensions with her father had been building to a dangerous point. While she had no true clue has to the extent his was willing to go, something was brewing in his mind. The last time she saw Dickens he noticed her unease and offered a solution. Pack a trunk, one her father wouldn’t take note of, and leave it with him at a pub. From there, he would hide for her. ‘Dickens, you wonderfully chaotic mind.’ Hailing a cab with ease, the quick journey to the Devil’s Acre was a quiet one.

Once she reached the tavern however, the peace of the day ended as the slow roar of revelry reached her ears. ‘Hopefully none of the other guards from Lambeth are here.’ Keeping her head down as she entered, it felt as though her presence was greatly…unnoticed. Which made looking for Dickens that much easier, adding to the fact that he was probably the only classy gentleman in the place. Gingerly snagging the seat next to him, the poor man nearly choked on his ale at the sight.

“*cough* Leandra! Dear girl it has been many a night since I last saw you. Did you receive the book I sent you? Arthur promised he would bring it to you.” Covering the laugh that escaped, she nodded her head and gestured to him with said book in hand.

“He did, haven’t had the chance to read it quite yet. It makes a very good weapon of defense. Thank you for finding a way to get it to me.” The old man chuckled and took a sip of his ale, without choking this time.

“So, our mutual friend was tight-lipped on your whereabouts. Were you right to be cautious?” Leandra nodded her head, unperturbed by Dickens’ sudden serious tone. For the pair, it had been a month since their last conversation. Dickens had been someone outside of her father’s circle that she could speak freely with. So, it was not difficult to understand his worry for her after disappearing for three whole weeks.

“I was, despite your usual joyful demeanor, you were right about him. He placed me in Lambeth, a few days after we spoke. I managed to get out but without the things I gave you, it shan’t be long before he throws me back in and walks away with the key. Where is it?” Speaking in hushed tones, Leandra began to feel the gazes of others on her back. Devil’s Acre was not a place to linger for long, and both knew this.

“The prize you seek,” Dickens paused as he took another sip, “lies amongst oddities galore, which could not be further from the river’s shore.” A moment passed and Leandra had her answer. Henry Green’s curio shop. The belongings of the Templar Grandmaster’s daughter are with the one assassin in all of London…clever move. Tipping her head, Leandra slipped out as silently as she had entered. While she could hail a cab once again, the chance of being spotted by a Blighter as she waited was too high here. Instead, she chose to stalk the side alleys for an unabandoned carriage whose owner was too drunk to care where it might be.

Thankfully, it did not take very long around Devil’s Acre just nearby. Procuring her mode of transport, it was easy to move through the streets as she attempted to remain as unnoticed by Blighters as possible. Reaching Whitechapel within the hour, there was a sharp change in scenery from the Whitechapel she remembered. Men and women walked the streets but instead of Starrick’s red coats, they wore dark green plaid. Children played in the streets instead of slaving away in factories. People here appeared…happier? The sky remained the same dreary hue as in the rest of London, yet the people around didn’t seem to mind as much.

‘Maybe the Rooks are what London needs. Certainly appear to do more good than harm.’ Driving the carriage until she was a few blocks from the shop, it seemed like a good idea to leave it there. Certainly would not want someone mistaking her for a Blighter sent to hurt Mr. Green. Once she reached the shop, Leandra noticed the unburnt candles and seeming desertion. Had Henry left London? Why would he leave his shop unattended?

‘No matter, just need to get my things and leave. Starrick likely knows of my absence by now.’ Going around to the back of the shop, she was pleased to know the spare key was still where she had been shown in the past. Unlocking the door, Leandra scoured the shop and managed to find her chest amongst Mr. Green’s personal things. Opening the chest with ease, certainly helped that it wasn’t latched by a true “key” but a puzzle, she was on the verge of opening it when a chime was heard behind her.

Did someone see her? Leandra didn’t notice any lingering eyes on her walk here, or any carriages that possibly followed her. Stepping away from her chest, she spotted a nearby armoire that was not against the wall. Quickly squeezing herself behind it, luck must have once again been on her side for as soon as she was secure there was the sound of footsteps approaching.

“Who’s in here? I saw you through the window. I don’t think Greenie would be happy someone is going through his things.” Greenie? Did the voice mean Henry? Leandra held her breath as the voice grew closer. She couldn’t leave the chest open, regardless of this person’s potential friendship with Green. The floorboards creaked as he stepped in front of the armoire and in a split second, she recognized a chance to flee. Using the wall as a grounding force, she toppled the furniture onto the man. Hopefully it would only render him incapacitated for as long as she needed.

Racing back to the chest, she grabbed whatever she could and fled through the front door. In her haste, the only thing she could get her hands on were papers from her father’s study. While there were other things of value, these just might have been the most important to her. As she fled, the voice called out again in rage for her to come back. Strangely enough, she recognized the voice this time…the same one she heard back in the asylum. Certainly it wasn’t the same person from before, right?

No matter, for now the next stop was Bishopsgate station. Green may not have been in his shop but that doesn’t mean she had to stay and wait for him. Right now, her best move would be to return to Crawley. While she had no intentions of joining the assassins in their fight, these papers from Starrick might be enough to grant her safe passage to America or Europe…or literally anywhere other than here.

Easily making it to the station, the next train to Crawley wasn’t set until for several hours. ‘Unfortunate, but I don’t mind waiting.’ Finding a seat by the tracks, Leandra thumbed through the documents. If she was going to be carrying these around, it wouldn’t hurt to know what she had in her possession. The first few were nothing of consequence, however the further in she went the more crucial they appeared to be. Contacts, debts owed, and locations of owned businesses were in her hand. Somehow she seems to have snagged a literal treasure trove of documents. No wonder her father was adamant of her return to the fold, he likely knew what she had taken and wanted it back.

‘Well…shit. What have you gotten yourself into Leandra?’ Taking a deep breath, she allowed herself to be lost in thought as time ticked by. Trains came and went, and it became a game for her to make up stories to keep herself entertained about their lives. Whilst doing this, Leandra hadn’t noticed a certain figure slump next to her until he groaned. Keeping her head still whilst stealing a glance, there was something recognizable about the man she couldn’t quite place. Maybe he was someone she had run into at the asylum during her rounds, he certainly fit the description of a Lambeth asylum patient. Before she could steal anymore glances, a woman approached the man and chuckled at his appearance.

“Tired brother? And here I thought you were the brawn of us.” Wait a moment, that snark. Leandra remembered it well, only when they were children it was much more high-pitched.

“Yes sister, having a wardrobe fall on someone would do well to tire them out.” The man hissed out, oh shit. Had she pushed it onto him of all people?! Looking out onto the tracks, she risked another look at the pair beside her. Seeing them together, it was undeniable. Despite the years, she would recognize the Frye twins anywhere. So many questions filled her head at this realization. What were they doing in London? Did they know Mr. Green? Could they help her?

Before she could speak out, Evie spoke. “Ah, was that before or after being hit in the head with a book at Lambeth?” That was him too? Oh god, she had a lot of apologizing to do for today.

“Hey, I at least finished the job. Damn nutter got the jump on me. Besides, someone was in Greenie’s shop. Figured he should know some trunk was opened. Whoever it was wanted something. I don’t know what, but it was probably important.” At hearing this, she looked down and gripped the papers tightly. Either Jacob or Evie must have noticed her action as the two shifted to whispers, none of which she could hear. Good Lord has today been a long day. Leandra became consumed by her thoughts, embarrassed at the fact she had not only hurt the same man twice but both instances had been one of her TWO childhood friends all for the sake of survival. Was it worth it?!

Before she could answer herself, a pair of shadows loomed over her. Shifting her gaze, it was of course the twins standing over her. Evie was thankfully the first to speak, always being the more…socially polite. “Excuse me, my brother and I couldn’t help but notice how tightly you’re holding onto those papers. Mind if we see them?” She didn’t recognize her, how could she? It had been eleven years since they had seen each other. Taking a deep breath, Leandra steeled herself before answering.

“I would actually. They’re for a friend, he was holding on to them for me. I wouldn’t suppose you know him, Mr. Henry Green? I was hoping to give them to him.” She had to act unbothered. The twins she remembered were always quick to action, even if Evie was one to know more than her brother beforehand. Speaking firmly, she noticed how Jacob became defensive.

“And how do you know Greenie?” He growled the name, as if itching for a fight. Shit, this was not how she wanted this to go. However, before she could explain a train pulled into the station as if in the nick of time…with Henry Green hopping out. Honestly, something was working hard in her favor today.

“Leandra! You’re okay. When Dickens dropped off your trunk I thought something had happened.” Practically jumping to her feet, Leandra was happy to see her friend.

“Henry. God you have perfect timing. Here,” she held out the stack of papers in her hand as he approached the three of them, “I need you to take this. And I have to ask a favor if you can help me.” Evie and Jacob parted as Henry walked up. Gingerly taking the papers from her, he peered over them and as he realized what she was giving him his eyes bulged.

“Leandra, how did you get these?” Of course that was his first question. She had never told him about Starrick, why would she when the two were staunch enemies? Though, she supposed now was as good a time as any.

“They’re from my father’s desk, or better yet Crawford Starrick’s. There is much to discuss but I’d rather not do it here. Please Henry.” Her gaze turned to pleading as she looked at him. While they may not be in Blighter territory, the more time she spent outside, the higher her risk of being found.

The twins, still present, shared a look before turning to Mr. Green. It would appear her safety was in his hands. However, it would appear that he valued their friendship. Taking a deep breath, he looked to Evie and nodded his head. “Come Leandra, you’ll be safe on the train. After we’re aboard you can tell us everything.” Adamantly nodding her head, the trio turned to the train that had yet to leave the station and headed towards it. Leandra followed behind, hopeful for what was to come.

[krokaxe]

• OC SMASH OR PASS •

Tagged by: @koilarist

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

• NIRVANA KARON •

• QUICK FACTS •

Name: Nirvana Karon; Bubs

Gender: Cis Woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Height: 5'7" before heels

Sexuality: Bisexual • Heteroromantic

• PROS •

Easy company if you're inclined to her flavour of cryptic, low-stress energy.

Conversational; highly intelligent, enjoys absorbing new information. Observational in the same vein.

Talented seamstress. Will be inclined to create custom clothing for you if you tickle her aesthetic draw; she enjoys beautiful people for obvious reasons.

Bilingual; latine heritage.

Musically inclined, but not so readily inclined to share unless you're considered intimate company.

Fucks Biblical, like worship; she is both altar and confessional. Prefers to take a control role/dominant stance and will not cave on that unless the relationship is romantic. Exceptions apply*.

Well connected with a great deal of clout in certain sectors.

Mixologist and bar staff for the nightclub Rapture. Dances are reserved for a pleasure only basis.

Consistent and reliable. She's difficult to shake from her status as permanently calm, collected and in control. Confident, independent.

Hedonist who will incline herself to indulgence for the sake of sensation.

Considerably well presented, well put together and knows how to hold her presence.

Information hoarder; the best person to go to should you want to know something. Albeit you'll have to barter for what you'd like to know.

Popular in the way the unknown tend to be. People want to know her; being in her company promotes you to qualifying as 'interesting'.

• CONS •

She is fully aware of the effect she has on people. She does not use this for good.

*Manipulation and game-playing come hand and hand with Nirvana exposure. She will change her behaviour to make you feel special if it serves her.

You have to earn the right to sleep with her by metric of being interesting, appealing and not being too stupid in her presence.

You will be stupid in her presence.

Criminal connection renders her dangerous to be around by default.

Liable to find you boring unless you maintain a degree of interesting, engaging or fun behaviour.

Emotionally closed off; incredibly difficult to know on a deeper level. Doesn't trust anybody unless she has a great deal of blackmail fodder, and even then there's thresholds of trust to consider.

Cryptic, lyrical manner of speech that can make her difficult to understand. Sometimes it's deliberate.

Her family won't like you. Full stop. Her baby sister might, but she'd like a sock with googly eyes. You will never matter to her more than her family or her agnda either.

You'll always be less than she deserves, can obtain, or knows she's worthy of. She'll let you try to prove otherwise until it gets boring.

The taboo is part of her framework; you cannot escape it. She will twist you toward darker fantasies no matter how immoral.

She wants to see if she can break you. She can.

Do you like snakes? No? You should leave immediately.

Nirvana isn't the worst member of the family to deal with. She'll feed you to the others for her own amusement.

Her morals are grey. She doesn't care for the concept for who deserves something and who doesn't; she's her own authority.

High risk, creates the highest rewards that keep people coming back over and over again.

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[fuukonomiko]

Fuuko no Miko adds another one to the unending line of OCs......

Archon Da’Tura Bala’ur of the Kabal of The Splintered Skulls

Life Partner of Nihgt Genga, the Succubus Wych of the Cult of The Abandoned Corpse and second mother figure of Az’khal “Verdugo” Tru’gall. (They always come back to each other even with multiple tryst partners).

Yes my lost Primarch was raised by lesbians and a coven of wyches.

It can explain so many things. :D.

Archon Bala’ur was devastated when Genga was killed by the Emperor and his Custodes. She has never forgotten, nor forgiven any of them.  Da’Tura makes sure she exacts her vengeance against the Imperium by capturing and torturing any of those who dare fight on their side.

She was one of the few who believed Az’khal did not betray his Cult but is unable to prove it.

Her name is derived from the poisonous flower genus Datura and the Romanian word Balaur (which I stole from the BBC Dracula series) meaning Dragon. 

Acknowledging my sources for Drukhari culture, @hereticalxenos and @fromcommorragh ! Much love and thanks!

[iwantedmurder]

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[ivyprism]

Masterlist 23

Suggestive? Kind of? *

Character and AU Information:

Angels Fall Dreamtale Gods Facts (Info)

Tails (My Skeleton Boys)

Skeleton Boys and Skelesonas: Relationship (Summaries)

Sona and Skeletons: Relationship (Summaries)

Spruce Farmfell: Singer

Dating Sim MCs: OCs (Info Dump)

Diletta: Canon Fight Winner (Dating Sim AU)

The Flirtiest Sona (Marguerite)

Names (Angel and Datura)

Names (Lycoris)

New Description (Old AU: Swap Papyrus and Fell Papyrus)

My Old Rewritten Swapfell and Fellswap AU: Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

My Old AU Rewritten: Horrortale Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Farmhorrotale Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

The Tragedies of my Old AUs: The Others (Info)

My Old AU Theme Songs (Info Dump)

Farmswapfell Amethyst and Farmfellswap Carnelian Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Farmhorrorfell and Farmhorrorswap Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Farmhorrortale, Farmhorrorswap, and Farmhorrorfell Sonas (Info Dump)

The Villains and Heroes: Dreamtale Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Timekeeper Shapeshifter OC (Info Dump)

The Timekeeper's Domain and the Forsaken Forest (Angels Fall Info Dump)

Timekeeper Shapeshifter OCs (Info Dump)

The Ages: Deities of Time and Timekeepers

Heights Part 12 (The Cursed Trio)

Additional Sona Appearance Facts!

My Old AU Sonas: Rewritten and New (Info Dump)

Ink Fellswap Papyrus, Ink Swapfell Papyrus, Error Swap Papyrus, and Error Fell Papyrus (Info Dump)

Tenebrous and Luminus AU: Personas (Info Dump)

Seers (Worldbuilding)

Dreamtale Ivy and Ink Hydrangea (Info Dump)

Equinox AU: Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Fun Fact (Luminus, Tenebrous, and Equinox AU)

Tenebrous and Luminus AU: Skelesonas (Revamp Info Dump)

OG Skelesonas: Revamped (Info Dump)

Cursed Skelesona (Info Dump)

Fun Fact (Dreamtale/Swap Fun Fact)

Dreamtale Playlists

Dream Walker Personas (Info Dump)

Dreamfell: Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

The Masked Shadow and the Lost Spirit (Info Dump)

The Veiled Guardian and the Flowery Weapon: Sonas (Info Dump)

Stories Written:

The Deep Galaxy and the Deep Sea (Archemoros x Boronia)

When Deities at War... (Archemoros x Boronia)

I Hate You (Swapfell Amethyst Sona Backstory)

Bad Apple (Idea Thingy)

Keep Your Friends Close (Lyric Thingy Short)

In Need of a Little Comfort (Ivy x Honeycomb) // vent-ish

Undertale Underverse Opening: Creator Rambles

Tusche and Lenovo (Info Dump: Backstory)

The Cursed Beings: Manticore (Elpis x Reader)

The Cursed Beings: Mantidrake (Benoit x Reader)

The Cursed Beings: the Negativity Dragon (Verbena x Dusk)

More Than Anything (Lyric Thingy)

I Was Wrong (Verbena Story)

Colors (Edit Audio Thingy: Syrup and Honeycomb)

Colors (Edit Audio Thingy: Marguerite and Ivy)

When There are Clouds, there is Rain (Backstory: Old AU Tale Papyrus)

A Brother's Regret (Tenebrous Backstory)

It's a Curse to be a Seer (Tenebrous Sona Backstory)

A Force to be Reckoned With (Fallen Humans: Underfell)

The First Time I Died (Tenebrous AU: Hepatica x Morte?)

Everything Will Be Okay (Backstory Dreamtale: Dusk x Rivea)

The Second Time I Died (Tenebrous AU: Hepatica x Morte?)

Just a Man (Quote Thingy)

Congrats, Kioko!!! (Hound x Reader)

The God and the Mortal (Archemoros x Reader)

Who's a Heretic Now? (Lyric Thing)

A Dance with Death (Dusk x Reader)

Weapon Matchup (Neilles)

Asks:

Romance Headcanons (Dating Sim Love Interests)

Pranks (Dating Sim AU: Maple)

Out of their AUs? Why? What's their Goal? (Old AUs: Rewritten)

Rain, bby, where are you? (Old AU: Tale Papyrus)

The Outcodes and their Roles (Outcode AUs)

Did They Escape? (Old AUs Rewritten: Horrortale AU)

Wood (Farmhorrortale Papyrus)

No resets? (My Old AU Rewritten: Hrorortale AU)

What did Toxin Do? (My Old AUs Rewritten)

Farm Stuff (Farm AUS)

Least Favorite Chore/Task (Farm AUs)

The Story (The Displaced Protagonist and the Villainess AU)

The Lovers Cavern Gems (Worldbuilding)

The Lovers Cavern Lore (Worldbuilding)

The Moonlight Forest: Flashlights, weapons, and AU Shenanigans (Worldbuilding)

The Field of Flowers: How did the Rumors Start (Worldbuilding)

The Lake of Memories: How it works (Worldbuilding)

Angels and Demons: What are they and what do they do? (Worldbuilding Angels Fall AU)

The Underswap Variants (Multi AU)

Envy? (Honeycomb and Syrup)

Romance Headcanons (The Old AU Papyri)

What's their Origin? How did they end up as they are? (Many Ink and Error AUs)

Narava-duša-duša ženska in the World (Worldbuilding)

Tenebrous and Luminus (Worldbuilding)

Did Hepatica feel herself die? Do all seers see themselves die? Do they all feel themselves die? (Worldbuilding + Tenebrous Ivy)

Old AU Papyri: Jealous (Multiple Papyri)

Jealousy? (Main Six of Papyri)

Freetime (Nightmare Sanses)

Pets (Dreamfell Nightmare Sans)

Pranks (Dreamfell Nightmare Sans)

[yuuucandoit]

this being a ghost blog and all

are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

Red and orange. He wears black most often, but also white. Sometimes a little orange, red, or blue

2.what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

He likes classical music, doesn't like much of anything else. He is intimidated by modern music in a funny way. He has grandpa tastes... Neige plays pop music around him to try and acclimate him to more general interests/tastes and he's twitching in his seat (though he can stomach the sounds of the background music if Neige is singing at least - when Neige plays his own music). He likes the Coral Opera, Spring Flower Choir, Neige LeBlanche, and various old composers that have completely different names in twst

3.weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

Knives (stabby things). Words. Food. Easiest to get a hold of, doesn't require much physical strength. The sense of control when he's speaking or making something.

4.how crafty/resourceful are they?

He is very resourceful and constantly lying (he doesn't entirely remember so he just makes it up, he'll make up stories and try to divert the conversation if he gets asked questions he doesn't want to answer)

5.how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

Practical and typically more formal, but he has some casual wear like a hoodie, it's pretty simple clothing.

6.how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

He doesn't really care much about it, he usually puts it back, especially for cooking, he might wear it down to sleep (his hair is in average condition) Not a lot of upkeep

7.favorite animal? why?

Snakes. He considers Datura a good luck charm, and they have similar eyes

8.do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

Several considering it's just a thing for a lot of characters already. He has other friends who call him different things, one of his close ghost friends (most of them are OCs) calls him 'Honeysuckle' and a lot of them call him Yew

9.favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

Fruit, except apples. He likes spicy meals, so he'll make himself something when he's alone or at least in the dorm and add as much heat as he wants. Out in public, he likes lighter meals. He eats very little when around people, typically giving the larger share to Grim. He has some not well understood struggles with food. Once he starts T it helps a little. Eating more than a portion helps with his energy levels, as well, though they're perpetually low due to sleep issues

10.if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

He will eventually get some helix piercings, but typically he may have some red dangled earrings. Nothing very gem heavy or complicated, just color

11.what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

Culinary appreciation, quietness sort of. We don't have much in common aside from little areas, though. He's very collected until the point he finally snaps and jumps whoever is bothering him. On the off chance I make food for someone, it's out of appreciation, Yuu views it as an opportunity to lull before attacking. Or ritual. He speaks differently than I do, but his habit of not using contractions very often is starting to bleed into my own writing. He's often tactless, unfriendly, and unforgiving. Most likely would not get along, but his audacity and recklessness in some situations is fun

12.how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

For almost a year exactly! Happy near birthday, little bird.

His birthday is Nov 1st, so I guess technically it would have passed, but as far as his creation... the idea of it came about around Dec 30th ? At least as far as my Word Doc is dated, but he was a completely different character until I started researching fairytales and realized how I wanted his backstory to work.

He likes other's birthdays, he likes getting them presents. He does not want his own birthday to be acknowledged

13.what languages do they speak? how fluently?

Common (Japanese / English conlang from my headcanoning. It's not necessarily exact to what the universe is working with I don't think, but I think it's fun), Dutch, Japanese, French. He's fluent, but outside of the school (Common being the only one that matters in this case because the others are unused for the most part / don't exist the same) he struggles a little because he doesn't have the spell forcing him to get everything correct. He can talk to ghosts, shadows (more of a mental link but there's some vocalization), and sort of understand birds to a degree (but it's like. asymmetrical intelligibility so they understand him slightly better and he's not fully able to communicate because he lacks many of the features/body parts they communicate with)

14.are they any good with numbers?

If they're in 3s... He is not very skilled at math outside of what's necessary for cooking and potion making. He manages.

15.how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

Only child. Lived with his mother, father traveled but would spend stretches of time before having to leave again. Now he lives in Ramshackle like the story goes. Except for the additional students and ghosts

16.do they have any pets? what do they call their pets?

He has no real pets. Datura (snake) is probably the closest he would get to a pet, but he wouldn't call her that. And Grim, who is not a pet

17.how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

Learning to cook, learning musical instruments, whatever other expected education, running around outside and exploring his surroundings

18.their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

It's fine, it's fine. It's to be expected, guard your things well. If you die just come back as a ghost.

19.are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

Yes, but he hides it well, typically. The thing that upsets him most quickly is others attempting to control him.

20.if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

No :(

21.their favorite place to be?

By the lake at night under a bright moon. Sitting somewhere dark, quiet, chilled, and drinking tea. In a dream that won't turn into a nightmare

22.do they sleep well at night?

Not at all

23.how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

I will have to find a VA to match. It's a calm, neutral, low tone most of the time, that jumps when he gets excited. But it changes over time and gets deeper. He's a bird, though, so. He can sing beautifully, he may sing to himself, he doesn't sing around others.

24.do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)

Culinary is the main one, he can sketch a little bit but nothing extraordinary. Potion making / experimentation mainly

25.how good/bad is their hearing? what about their eyesight?

He has average hearing. He probably could use glasses

26.how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

At first, quickly and precisely. After sleep starts becoming harder, still upright but sluggish and stumbles occasionally if he doesn't watch out

27.if applicable, do they have a favorite sport? do they play any sports or prefer to watch?

He doesn't play, he likes watching the basketball team. He enjoys watching Magishift, as well, but gets a little annoyed he can't fly

28.how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

Allowing / expressing touch. Brushing someone's shoulders, carding his fingers through a loved one's hair or helping neaten it. Staying still and listening attentively, rather than immediately leaving whenever lunch or whatever event is up. Making direct eye contact (sometimes this is intimidating, so this can be both) Making tea or getting snacks or helping start whatever task someone might do next.

To show he doesn't like someone he'll typically just be bluntly critical and rude. He'll take whatever it is they are doing/care about and adopt it for his own / imitate. Physically, his face twitches just slightly before he can school it and he tenses up/hunches his shoulders, stares people down. Some of them he gets very close

29.are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

If I had to choose, it would be water or earth, but he's not really strongly associated with elements.

30.do they smell like anything notable?

Cinammon and conifer

31.do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?

Yes, he enjoys being thought of, and getting the opportunity to learn new recipes through making them for someone's birthday. If it's someone he cares a lot about, he will also get or make a gift outside of simply cooking. He doesn't entirely trust receiving gifts, but he doe appreciate it. His ideal gift is flight - adjacent sensations, going on an amusement park ride, riding a broom, going fast on a horse or a blastcycle, etc

32.do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

He does things in 3s, but it's not that noticeable to others. He takes quick like.. pecking bites of his food, they do notice that.

When he eats with a fork he might absentmindedly tap it to his teeth, he taps his nail to his lip sometimes, high pitched vocalizations before answering a question, rolling his shoulders when aggravated, or stretching his fingers in and out.

He walks into walls sometimes, everyone assumes it's from being too tired, but usually he gets stuck staring at someone attractive and assumes the wall will move for him or something

33.if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.

Weird, combative, ballsy, antagonistic, audacious, promising, naive, perseverant, protective, good cook, stubborn, low sense of self preservation

34.how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

Fine, just a little tired.

35.do they ever return home?

No.

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

Hi Clarity

Your ocs are now flowers in a bouquet. Tell me about it/them.

Hi Sleepy!

This would be one weird-looking bouquet, lol

Becks: I'm just gonna say she'd be a bundle of sage flowers since that's her sprite birth-name (well, Salvia divinorum/sage of diviners specifically). Nice, purple soft flowers and also known for having psychoactive properties. Best handled with care.

Jules: Monkshood. Or wolfsbane, lol. Long petals, pretty, deadly af. Supernatural stories included.

Rod: Likely a snapdragon. Apparently they represent grace and strength and also deception, so. Sounds like him 😂 Also the name matches up.

Thomas: A big ol' sunflower. Happy, hopeful, and insanely resilient. Also definitely lets others rest around him and protect them as well as he can.

Kashi: Datura innoxia/Angel's Trumpet. Simple-looking but not unattractive, share the name 'moonflower' with another planet that's similar but in a different family, a bit pointy and apparently also poisonous.

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I mean...that might be a visually interesting bouquet but definitely don't go near it or stand too close, lol. Two of the flowers are deadly, and one is known for doing funky things to your brain.

Thanks for the ask Sleepy!!

[theknittingsquid]

Him for ten things meme!

Oh geez, ridiculous nature god facts time

-Makes His divine forms so big just because He likes to feel tall

-Living with Him at one of His shrines is like having a very large, embarrassing, divine dad. Gotta make sure all the little blessed beasts and rotmages under his direct watch get to sleep on time, are well fed and well groomed. (disclaimer: His concept of what ‘well groomed’ looks like does not actually fit the definition of ‘well groomed’. too much fungus and moss and messy hair, 2/10)

-Melts when in Her presence, which is very confusing to His followers. No, seriously, He actually kind of melts, always making sure that His height matches with the foot and a half or so height difference that the pair had between them as mortals when He’s beside Her.

-Enjoys letting big, long creatures of His forest like snakes and centipedes chill out draped around his neck like scarves

-When Him and His companions died to become gods, His wish was to adapt to what the world was changing into. Thus why the magic at play transformed Him into a shapeshifter and manipulator of nature.

-Misses spending time with Them like they did when the two of them were mortal much, much more than He’d ever admit.

-Loves eating, even though there is literally no reason for him to do so ever. Does so only if He’s also feeding all of His worshipers because otherwise He feels a bit guilty, so in return his worshipers occasionally get sudden huge feasts out of nowhere thrown in their villages with this weird big blessed beast who totally isn’t Him in heavy disguise.

-Does His best to be non-intimidating when He’s protecting and guiding children, they are on of the very few instances where He’ll shrink Himself to a human-ish size. Children who have been guided back home or to safety by Him usually report being guided by a large, gentle Beastblood man that looked like their favorite animal, and that He scared away whatever made them run into His wood in the first place.

-Talks to funguses and plants. They can’t understand Him or talk back. He does this anyway. He did this when He was mortal, too, as She can attest to.

-Him and Her married as gods, on the anniversary of the day they met, which was also the anniversary of the day they became gods. He cried a lot. The two of them were married in Her temple, which had just been built at the time, and was attended by the three gods’ entire clergies, including Soleil’s original incarnation, who handled decorating up Her temple’s main hall for the occasion.

[wanderlust-songbird]

♥ (02) Does another OC love your OC? If so, whom, and does your OC know? ♥ (03) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC loves?

Lovey Dovey HC/Development | Accepting!

Randomly Chosen Muse: Vega Lustirra

♥ (02) Does another OC love your OC? If so, whom, and does your OC know?

A few of her allies did (do in her modern verse) love her, some platonically & others romantically. Adonis & Lucanus were two of the notable ones as well as certain members of the Cocktail Syndicate. As for if she knew or not, she mostly did, but wouldn't acknowledge that she knew. It's not known how many confessions she has received.

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♥ (03) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC loves?

Let me just say that just because she's a goddess doesn't mean that she necessarily likes the more grand gestures. It's mainly the smallest of gestures that she loves really, like leaving little notes, playing with her hair, or just talking about the most random of things. She wants to be treated for who she is, not for her beauty & power.