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cursedvaultss · 1 year ago
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HPHM OC Profile: Calliope Black
"No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world."
Name: Calliope Antigone Black
Nicknames: Callie
Birthdate: October 31st, 1972
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio 
Blood Status: Pureblood 
Nationality: British
Sexuality: Bisexual
Callie is not the MC, she's just an OC that attends Hogwarts at the same time as Jacob's Sibling! She's open for friendships and rivalries, etc.
Physical Appearance
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Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Blue
Height: 1.60cm (5 ft 3½)
Weight: 53kg 
Skin Tone: Fair
Faceclaim: India Eisley
Background
Home: Raven Hall, a modest (by rich people standards) property owned by the Black family in rural England
Family
Mother: Cressida Black, née Rowle
Cressida is a Slytherin alumni. She works at the Wizengamot and leads a seemingly successful life. On the inside, she's struggling though. She's not happy with her life and her unhappiness is affecting her relationship with her daughter. She loves Callie but is misguided in her efforts to make her choices for her and attempt to keep her in line.
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Father: Castor Black, the younger brother of Orion Black
Castor attended Hogwarts as a Slytherin. He's unlike most of his family members in that he is softer and less likely to spout blood-purist rhetoric. However, he is not close with his daughter and his marriage to Cressida is facing some difficulties. He has constantly lived in the shadow of his older brother and doesn't know how to stand up to him.
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Uncle: Orion Black
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Cousins: Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Bellatrix Lestrange, Andromeda Tonks, Narcissa Malfoy
Hogwarts
House: Ravenclaw (hat stall with Slytherin)
Career
11-17: Hogwarts Student 
17->: tbd
Personality & Attitude
Callie is the quiet sort who prefers the company of books to people. She doesn't go out of her way to make friends and can often seem cold or even rude to people who don't know her, but she's quite friendly once you manage to break through her surface. Deep down, she feels very alone due to her parents being distant and being an only child. She struggles with creating meaningful connections but craves them deeply.
She responds best to speaking of common interests, like books or music. She's a little bit clueless about the Muggle world and finds learning about Muggle culture fascinating. Callie is creative and sometimes scribbles poetry in the margins of her essays or in little notebooks. She doesn't have ambitions to become a poet as a fulltime job, though.
Priorities: Friends, gaining knowledge, independence
Strengths: Clever, works well under pressure, loyal to loved ones
Weaknesses: A bit of a loner, a penchant for melancholy, can come off as rude
Stressed: When dealing with her family or studying for exams 
Calm/Comforted: With her friends and in the library
Favorites
Colors: Black
Weather: Rain 
Hobbies: Reading, writing poetry, Wizard chess
Fashion: Business casual, blacks and grays, some grunge vibes
Relationships
Significant Other/Love Interest: Talbott Winger
Callie and Talbott have been house mates since year one, but they only really started to speak during year 4, when Callie got her pet owl Orpheus and started to spend time in the Owlery. They both enjoy a comfortable silence and the quiet comfort of each others' company.
The two started dating during year 6. They were together until graduation, after which they broke up for a while but reconnected during the Second Wizarding War. They married and have one daughter together.
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Friends:
Talbott Winger
Badeea Ali
Murphy McNully
Matthew Luther by @hphmmatthewluther
Vienna Brokenshire, Jules Farrier, and Azariah Steele by @cursebreakerfarrier
Cato Reese by @catohphm
Eirlys Knell by @cursedlegacies
Dimitri and Skylar Di Angelo by @nicos-oc-hell
Caiden Solace by @camillejeaneshphm
Isabelle Dubois by @endlessly-cursed
Ruth Lyman, Huck Fitzgerald, Ryan, Cara, Sara, and Conor O'Donnell by @unfortunate-arrow
Marti Venturi by @smarti-at-smogwarts
OPEN FOR INTERACTION!
Rivals:
Merula Snyde (indirectly)
Children:
Thalia Winger
Talia was born in 1997. She's a Gryffindor and a Quidditch chaser.
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Trivia
Callie likes to follow Quidditch although she doesn't talk about it because it clashes with her intellectual bookworm loner brand.
She has an owl called Orpheus
She has fond memories of her cousins Sirius and Regulus
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rocicrew · 1 month ago
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a cerberus officer, a ghost, and an alliance sentinel...
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maraa755 · 5 months ago
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'My Marauders'
(J.P., R.L., S.B. x OC)
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Masterlist Information + Mood Boards - Part One Mood Boards - Part Two Mood Boards - Part Three Read On Wattpad - Here!
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Chapter One - Hide-and-Seek Chapter Two - Irresponsible Chapter Three - Punishment Chapter Four - Monday Chapter Five - Schedules Chapter Six - Eyes Chapter Seven - Lady Friend Chapter Eight - Origins Chapter Nine - Consequences Chapter Ten - Stars Above Chapter Eleven - Midnight Revelations Chapter Twelve - Visions of Potential Chapter Thirteen - Phobia Chapter Fourteen - Breaking Point Chapter Fifteen - The Pact Chapter Sixteen - Day of Confrontation Chapter Seventeen - The Rise of the Redhead Chapter Eighteen - Prat To Be Continued...
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izzylovesyou2022 · 2 years ago
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Poetic Love~ Mat Barzal (pt 1)
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TW: none
"Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!"
Calliope Scarlett Black had never been what someone considered normal. This didn't surprise her--poets, after all, were not normal.
Her tangled half-red, half-brown hair was pulled up into a tight bun as she paced the living room of the house where she lived with her best friend since three years old, hockey player Mat Barzal.
Her green eyes fluttered over the book she'd been holding and her hands tightened on the binding, trying to memorize this latest poem.
"Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!"
Her hand waved out to the side as she threw her head backward, half out of frustration and half out of dramatics. Memorizing poems wasn't as easy as people thought. Even if one was only doing it for a youtube channel, like Calliope was.
She paced by the couch once more and sounded out the first stanza of the poem again. Her eyes narrowed in consideration as she let one part of the book slip from her hand. The first stanza had been memorized--good, now for the second stanza.
She closed her eyes and brought the image of the words to her head. Picturing strong wilds and rushing waves and stormy clouds.
She shouted out the second stanza perfectly and then picked up the book to look over the third stanza.
"Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!"
She dropped onto the couch with one arm swung over the back and closed her eyes, panting even though she'd done nothing really tiring. Physically, at least.
"I don't think you've found a poem you haven't memorized yet, starshine."
Calliope's lips twitched in amusement and she opened one eye to see Mat walking in, wearing a green hoodie and black sweatpants. His eyebrows were quirked upward and a smirk tugged at the edge of his lips.
"I've been memorizing poetry since we were 10 years old, Mattie," she answered back, slamming her book shut with something like finality, "I haven't had a poem lick me yet."
Mat patted the top of Calliope's head, chucking at her loud grunt and the hand slapping his own away, and sat next to her, tucking one foot underneath him.
"By the way, that more sounds out of place," he said, then, seeing how her eyes narrowed at him in confusion, he added, "that line about might I moor-tonight-in thee."
Calliope carefully placed the book onto it's spot on the coffee table and shook her head.
"No, not m-o-r-e, Mattie, it's m-o-o-r. It's a British noun meaning "an expanse of open rolling infertile land" but it can also mean that you're anchored. What Emily Dickinson is talking about is anchoring her ship into the sea and staying there."
Mat should have been used to it by now--Calliope had been raised in a literature family and had been studying poetry for years--but, how could one get used to the amazement of a friend knowing so many words and definitions?
"I can't see why anyone would want to do that, starshine," he admitted, draping an arm over the back of the couch, "the sea is so unknown."
Calliope didn't look up from her phone, but her soft laugh could easily be heard by Mat's keen ears.
"That's exactly why she'd want to be anchored there, Mattie," she said, finally catching his eye, "it's the unknown that's exciting! It's the thrill of the wild and the adventure to come that makes a person shiver and wonder!"
Mat sucked in a breath at the look in her eyes but didn't show--outwardly, at least--that he held anything more than amusement for her poetic rant.
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funky-sea-cryptid · 7 months ago
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calliope just looks serious, she's a sweetie to most people (except for will. he has beef with will and that's because will was beefing with luka for a year. he is very sorry). they're also a spatial magic prodigy, talented in carving little spaces with very small amounts of destruction
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deepperplexity · 2 months ago
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🎄 RICKMAS 2024 on AO3 - All the fics in one series on AO3
🎄 Nov:2024 - PROMPTLIST
🎄 Dec:2024: 1. December Moon [A1] Colonel Brandon x Fem!OC » A first meeting between Y/n and Colonel Brandon resulting in love at first sight, secret mutual pining, and some miscommunication through body language that leads to a sense of "oh no, what now?"...
🎄 Dec:2024: 2. Secret Watching [B1] Hans Gruber x Fem!OC » When Julie meets Hans at her workplace she's in for several surprises, one being the sudden desperation to be his, to belong to someone despite never having felt like that before. But only good girls are allowed to play...
🎄 Dec:2024: 3. A Treat [B2] Hans Gruber x Fem!OC » Julie manages to keep the attention of the marvellous German. Finding herself in a private room with him, she ends up on her knees with the man who has her wanting to be nothing but his good girl...
🎄 Dec:2024: 4. Darkest Night [C1] Judge Turpin x Fem!OC » When Bad-Luck-Strikken Julianne's carriage topples on her way to London to find a husband at the Christmas Ball she wanders the woods until a certain judge appears... Has her luck changed or turned from bad to worse?
🎄 Dec:2024: 5. Open Doors [A2] Colonel Brandon x Fem!OC » Calliope finds out the truth about why she needs to marry before the year ends... She spirals into a panic attack, feeling the house close in on her she runs away - only to be found by the very Colonel she's been pining for...
🎄 Dec:2024: 6. Wrapped Tightly [OS] Severus Snape x Hufflepuff!Fem!Reader » When you make an illegal potion at school from a recipe found in the restricted section, Severus shows up to save the day - and you - when things go awry. Only, he ends up blue and you end up kissing him. Twice.
🎄 Dec:2024: 7. Quiet Wishing [B3] Hans Gruber x Fem!OC » Julie finds herself wishing to be a good girl only for Hans, the incredible German stripping her bare in every sense while offering new sensations with his hand around her collar-free throat...
🎄 Dec:2024: 8. Never-ending Consequences [C2] Judge Turpin x Fem!OC » Judge Turpin offers Julianne sanctuary for the night and she just cannot help but be captivated by the harsh man out of her reach while she blabbers on about what a black cat she is...
🎄 Dec:2024: 9. Unwanted Solitude [D1] Sinclair Bryant x Fem!Reader » You've been missing Sinclair terribly. Ever since his life turned upside down and he began distancing himself from the world, really. But the dishwasher breaking again opens up for confessions...
🎄 Dec:2024: 10. Lingering Touch [C3] Judge Turpin x Fem!OC » Julianne chatters through breakfast, the stoic judge barely speaking a word while her feelings for the man grows. When the carriage he orders comes with a nice and handsome constable things take a turn...
🎄 Dec:2024: 11. Out Of Reach [A3] Colonel Brandon x Fem!OC » Calliope finds herself in Colonel Brandon's company after being saved by the man from the bitter cold. Now, feelings are being omitted, and she fears all is lost as she pleads for his silence about the state he found her in...
🎄 Dec:2024: 12. Missing Mirth [D2] Sinclair Bryant x Fem!Reader » After years of secret pining, you finally blurt it all out on Sinclair's request for the truth. Realisation hits that you're both in love and there's no time to waste...
🎄 Dec:2024: 13. To Belong [B4] Hans Gruber x Fem!OC » Julie finds out exactly what she's been missing, what her coworkers have been talking about and why they all go crazy for the person rocking their world. Unfortunately, the man rocking her world has to leave...
🎄 Dec:2024: 14. Deceptive Kindness [C4] Judge Turpin x Fem!OC » Turpin finds himself ensnared in his mind by the chatty Miss Brimmer, and when bad-luck-afflicted Julianne is out in London alone she finds herself in danger with the only salvation possible being to run for it...
🎄 Dec:2024: 15. Decorative Obsession [OS] King Louis XVI & Fem!You » You meet the king in the Gardens of Versailles without knowing who he is, but your words end up having a profound effect on him as realisation dawns on you and he grants your wish...
🎄 Dec:2024: 16. Thoughtful Gifts [C5] Judge Turpin x Fem!OC » Julianne finds herself handing over the gift she had managed to keep safe through the night's horror to the judge who saved her - again. But, to speak openly seems an impossible task for both of them...
🎄 Dec:2024: 17. Truthful Longing [A4] Colonel Brandon x Fem!OC » After several fumbled chances to tell each other how they feel, Calliope and Christopher finally spell it out in an array of beautiful words. Despite Calliope's situation, the Colonel wishes to be with her as she wishes for him...
🎄 Dec:2024: 18. Secret Visitor [B5] Hans Gruber x Fem!OC » After a year of longing for Hans, Julie finds herself leaving the club behind as it reminds her of him every single day. However, when she returns home she finds the door unlocked and someone sleeping in her bed...
🎄 Dec:2024: 19. A Helping Hand [OS] Severus Snape x Fem!Reader » After many years you finally decide to go to Severus's house, he's just returned from St. Mungos and you want to give him a gift from the heart but everything turns into a mess before feelings are released into the open...
🎄Dec:2024: 20. Wrongful Perceptions [A5] Colonel Brandon x Fem!OC » Calliope and Brandon are to tell her father of their wish to marry, but things go awry when Calliope's father believes he is forcing her to marry the older gentleman...
🎄 Dec:2024: 21. Heartfelt Confessions [A6] Colonel Brandon x Fem!OC » Brandon heard everything Calliope shouted to her father, standing in each other's arms her father agrees to the marriage and our love-birds finally get to be together after a Christmas Wedding takes place...
🎄 Dec:2024: 22. Shivering Certainty [B6] Hans Gruber x Fem!OC » Hans and Julie must leave her home in a rush, driving for hours, ending up at a roadhouse to stay for the night. Julie doesn't understand what's going on but she knows he is the only one for her and she will go wherever he goes...
🎄 Dec:2024: 23. Eve Of Revelations [C6] Judge Turpin x Fem!OC » Turpin interrupts Julianne's dance with Constable Greer when he realises the only outcome possible is for her to be his. Julianne finds herself in his sturdy grip and there is no other hand she wishes to hold...
🎄 Dec:2024: 24. Christmas Party [OS] Severus Snape x GN!Muggle!Reader » Many years after the Second Wizarding War ended and life has finally been kind to Severus — with you by his side. He finds himself understanding that he is — truly — happy...
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comikbook · 2 months ago
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Not sure if you've answered this already, so sorry if it's a repeat question, but can we get a lore drop on Mercy? They seem so cool :)
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Mercy is my current dnd character and my favorite oc ! She was born Calliope Beckett, a farm girl who lived alone with her father who she was very close with. Her mother died during childbirth and her dad was her best friend, he never remarried and always did his best to provide for her.
Thru a series of events there was a commotion one night as she was getting ready for bed, she became frightened and hid in a wardrobe until the sounds of fighting stopped. When she went to investigate she found her fathers body, he had been murdered but surprise !! by a vampire ! As she realized what was happening she was attacked and blacked out, when she came to she had been turned !
She was left to bury her father alone and spent the next few months in isolation, drinking herself into a stupor alone on her farm, in a deep depression. One day something clicked, and she decided she wouldnt wait around for something to happen and instead took action. She set out to get revenge and kill the vampire that murdered her father !
Fun facts are since she is a warlock, she made a deal with death at the crossroads for magic, feeling she didnt have enough strength on her own to get her revenge. Shes an alcoholic and a chain smoker with insane moodswings and an explosive and impulsive personality. Shes also a lesbian :) i adore her
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saibugslegacy · 5 months ago
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Meet My OC: Cyrus Venzak
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Cyrus has. So much lore. And only half of it is mine.
Cyrus is an OC instead of an MC because he exists in the world of the Venzak family, created by @plxnetn1ne . The Venzaks were cursed by their own ancestor Cassandra a long time ago, and now live with poison blood they sell on the black market to maintain their fortune.
But occasionally, a child is born into the Venzak family with a variation of the curse called the Death Touch. Their blood is so potent even a light brush of their hand causes instant, painful, irreversible death. That child is Cyrus.
Cyrus was locked away and manipulated by the head of the family and his grandfather, Oliver, convinced he was too dangerous to leave the house. Until Calliope Venzak, Cyrus's cousin and adoptive older sister, convinced him to let Cyrus attend Hogwarts.
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starwriterulia · 6 months ago
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Tomb of the Goshenite Stargazer Dragon - Chapter 2
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SUBJECT MATERIAL WARNINGS FOR THIS FANFICTION ARE INCLUDED IN THE MASTERLIST POST OF MY BLOG AND THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THIS FANFICTION.
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Bat dividers by @violetbudd
Creator support banner by @cafekitsune
Latest revision: August 18, 2024. Added "Support your creators by reblogging" banner. Added ⏭️ emoji below end of chapter banner with text explaining its function as a navigational button.
Fandoms: DC Comics, Batfamily, no Batcest, Thalassic Space (OC; takes inspiration The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Assassin's Creed: Black Flag, Silent Hill 2, Silent Hill 3, and other sci-fi, fantasy and horror titles, as well as original concepts, such as the science and lore of the galaxy.)
Chapter Summary: Faith tells more lore to Batman and Robin, and a bit more about herself to the group chat.
[In order of appearance] Characters: Faith Lawson (TBA; self-insert), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Damian Wayne (Robin), Tim Drake (Red Robin), Barbara Gordon (Batgirl), Stephanie Brown (The Spoiler) Dick Grayson (Nightwing).
Word Count: 6744 8381 (July 30 revision) 8303 (August 10 revision)
Content warnings: N/A, unless I've forgotten something while transferring and adding lore. Let me know if I did!
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3
"You've got nice, big beds, eh?" Faith said, lifting the blankets and climbing into the bed. Hawkman and Hawkwoman had left the room, leaving Martian Manhunter to sit in front of the monitor to listen.
"Of course." Batman brought the wastebin next to the bed, then sat on the bed while Faith made herself comfortable with the pillows, putting one under her chest.
"I've only got a twin. My apartment is small. One bed, one bath, shared living and dining room with a connected kitchen."
"You live by yourself?"
"Yeah. I have work on Monday."
"Uh-oh."
“It should be fine?” Faith squinted her eyes. "There’s a Scripted event in that, if I leave Earth due to summoning or forced departure to another galaxy, such as Thalassic Space or this galaxy, I duplicate myself once so that I may continue life on Earth. But it might not happen. It's a Suggested Script, really. Not sure if it makes sense, so it’s not confirmed."
"What would it take for it to be confirmed?"
"You could comment on that part under the Unconfirmed Ideas heading of the Thalassic Space Planning document, saying it sounds fine, then I'll move it to its appropriate heading and mark your comment as resolved, and remove your comment. In this case, the heading is About the Great Little Starwriter. Here, I’ll share the TSRPG app with you, send you a friend request, and then a link to the document. It's encrypted and protected by another muse child, Chandra, whose mother is Calliope and father is Michael. Her Dragon Persona is part Android, SOFFFIAA: Simulacra of Friendship for Future Insight and Aspirations. Sophia, spelled with ph, is also the name of one of the Four Legendary Unicorns, and yes, Chandra is the type of person Sophia favours and allows to ride on her." Batman hummed. Faith woke up her phone and did some tapping. "Accept the download, please." Batman looked at his glove.
Thalassic Space Roleplaying Game would like access to your device.
Decline – Accept
"The loading screen of the app will explain its purpose. You can delete it at any time like you would any other mobile app, and you can share it with anyone through the Share button via your Profile with a QR code or device sharing, like I did with you. You’ll have access to all publicly known lore of the galaxy, and what isn’t there is in the Planning Document. You can see the Profiles of your Friends at their respective tab, and review their Health, Magic, Equipment, Status, Abilities, Skills, Personas and Soul Fragments, if any of the latter four Assets are applicable or known to you or your Friends."
"Alright." Batman selected Accept. The download and installation required three seconds. The app's icon was an eight-coloured sigil Batman had never seen before.
Four thick black circles forming a vertical number eight and a horizontal number eight, joined to create four angular teardrop shapes, perhaps better described as leaves, morphing the outward sections of the eights into fan shapes. The upper half of the vertical eight was sky blue, the lower half white; the left half of the horizontal eight was yellow, the right half red. The upper left leaf was emerald green, the upper left peacock or mermaid blue; Batman wasn't one hundred percent sure. The lower left leaf was ice blue, and the lower right leaf was a light red.
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"That was very fast." Batman said.
"You don't sleep, and you're at peak physical and mental condition. It was fast for me when Ra's and I were in Platonia because I registered when I started lucid dreaming in the dream world of Thalassic Space at fourteen."
Batman opened the app. The loading screen, seen for ten seconds, displayed a white-blue O-type star that rotated, surrounded by magic circles depicting religious symbols. A blue lotus, a red eternity knot, a purple oak tree, an orange bolt of lightning, a golden eye of Ra, a blue David’s star, a red sigil of Baphomet, and the eight-coloured sigil. The title, in white-blue, read Thalassic Space Roleplaying Game and below it, in white, read:
Serving citizens and visitors with memories and immersive gameplay in the galaxy created post-mortem of "Tony" Richard Lawson in November 2021 by his adoptive daughter, Faith Lawson, the mortal name and memory-bearing soul of the Author of Thalassic Space.
Faith is revered as Ønske Ulia Χαμένος (Chaménos), daughter of Skuld and Víðarr, fostered by Frejya and Freyr, and mentored by Urania and Uriel. Faith, through Ulia, is the Great Little Starwriter of Thalassic Space, and Playwright of the Rondo Theatre in the Dream World on Paper, the dream world of Thalassic Space.
Connection is possible thanks to your knowledge or introduction to the dream world’s mechanics and lore, Thalassic Space’s history, and intention to participate in adventures in the dream world and-or Thalassic Space.
Batman noted the loading was taking longer than the installation.
Verifying files…
Registering user's memory-bearing soul to Santa Claus' Snow Globe Room…
Registering user's magic-bearing spirit or lack thereof to the libraries of the pantheons…
Registering user's physique and attributes…
Creating a personalised Room for user at the Pàrras VLFS Hospital and Hotel…
The app made three jingle bell sounds. Batman was presented with a 3D room suited to his aesthetics with a two-screen monitor computer on a desk, a queen-sized bed, a nightstand, a wardrobe, a vanity desk, a bathroom, and a door with the label (HOLD 3s) Leave planet; Go to Pàrras, planet Youtrnaeyl beneath it. The black UI in the bottom of the screen said Room, Map, Journal, Friends and Party in white text. A pictograph of a camera with a label in white below was at the upper right of the screen. The upper left had a white letter B on a black background for his profile photo. Batman was written above a green bar that read HEALTH that was almost full, a bar beneath that read MAGIC that was a greyish blue and had the words DISABLED at its right end.
"Are you in?" Faith asked.
"Yeah."
"OK, I’ll send a friend request."
Batman received a green notification banner on the app.
Ulia Χαμένος has sent a Friend request! <TAP TO GO>
"Feel free to explore your Profile and App Settings. For example, if you don't want jingle bells, you can change the ringtone, or set it to different levels of vibration, or a tickling sensation on your hand, nose or neck. Your Foes list shouldn't have any information you don’t know to be true. If it does, report it, and SOFFFIAA will purge it, so a paradox doesn’t occur."
Batman tapped the notification and was sent to the Friend Request screen of the Friends tab. He accepted Faith’s request, then backed out. He was in his Profile tab, showing his Health points were 480, 000; a question mark at its right end. Batman tapped it, and the pop-up read:
HEALTH is calculated by multiplying the user's age by 100 thousand, if human and non-magical, 150 thousand if human and magical, 200 thousand if non-human and non-magical, 250 thousand if non-human and magical, plus 1 million per decade if immortal or demi-immortal via demi-demonhood or demi-godhood.
"You came up with all of this too, right?" Batman said, as the game jingled and showed a notification.
Ulia Χαμένος has sent a message. <TAP TO GO>
"Yeah! The logic is supposed to be solid, like well-made video game worlds are." Faith said, while Batman clicked the link. "There's no password, for now."
"Thanks. I'll help you make a password later. But yes, just reading how Health works shows how much thought has been put into this."
"Thank you. You can use your Journal to view your life story as described by an angel, and you can search by date. If you have questions and are uncomfortable with talking to SOFFFIAA, but I'm not nearby, shoot me a message. If you'd prefer to not use the app or it's down for weekly server maintenance for an hour on Sundays at noon PST, my phone number is 778 [XXX-XXXX]."
"Will do. Thanks, Faith."
"You’re welcome!" Faith held her finger down, tapped, exited the app, and clicked to turn off her phone.
Batman’s TSRPG gave him a notification, and he opened the respective document. "By the way, your email for this is hilarious. I know it’s just a bunch of numbers, letters and symbols, but I can’t look at it without thinking how Matt Rose would read it, full send."
"Who’s that?"
"A YouTuber who reads Reddit. He’s British, so it's funnier." Faith started coughing. She heaved and swallowed. "Ew."
"What was the last thing you ate?"
"I tried to eat a banana and apple sauce. Threw it up earlier. Tastes sweet.'
"Lovely."
"I know, right?" Faith giggled.
"I have your tea, Faith." Damian said, not wearing his mask, entering with a teacup and putting it on the nightstand. "It's hot, so be careful."
"Thank you, Damian."
"You’re welcome."
Batman asked, "Faith, what's the eight-coloured sigil?"
"The Double Eight of Thalassic Space. It tells the story of the O-type star's spirit. The white and blue spheres are for the O-type star, and the yellow and red for the G- and M-type stars. The inner leaves are for factions and locations involved in the story: emerald for the Emerald Thieves, who were the elite of the Thieves Guild and returned to greatness during the main novel, mermaid sapphire blue for the merfolk of Thalassic Space, who were corrupted by Nero Poseidon through Nero Dionysus and became the only known sirens in Thalassic Space, ice blue for the Ninth Circle of Inferno, as Lucifer was the one who told Nerobzal about the Door to Platonia and as a reminder of the evil that Kaleido wished to release, and blush red for the blood of the anthropomorphs of Thalassic Space. It's blush red instead of blood to evoke thoughts of gentleness and love after the struggles they faced." Faith said, and picked up the teacup, blowing on its tea. "Any other lore related questions?"
"Where do the Departed come from? You told the ones who were harassing Ra's to return to the Underside."
"Well, then I must explain a Soul Bridge, which Dreamer Mages can access, and sometimes the owner of the Soul Bridge in dreams can too. It's a soul-bound Landmark in the Dream World on Paper, which I think you've the name of heard before." Faith sipped the tea.
"Yes." Said Batman. "Just the name, though."
"It's named so because I had a dream where I saw that I had drawn a simplified version of the three areas of the dream world on paper I had glued to coloured construction paper as a kid, and it blew my friggin' mind." Faith giggled.
"That's cool." Damian said, not doing so well in hiding the tone that showed how he actually felt.
"These areas are: a desert with mountains where there's mines, Egyptian ruins and a massive sinkhole in the dunes, a forested mountainous island with a dojo surrounded by an ocean, and a town with a city within a short distance that is actually Vanderhoof and Prince George, surrounded by a forest." Faith sipped. "Neo Spirits hang from the Suspensions of a Soul Bridge and whisper, speak or sing to the High Mind part of the subconscious, the sky of the dream world, to remind us of dreams, self-love, and good memories, all to make us smile and improve our quality of life. Nero Spirits cling to the Underside of a Soul Bridge and snarl, shout or scream to the Low Mind part of the subconscious to induce of nightmares, such as panic attacks, self-hatred, which can be expressed in many ways, and bad memories, which come from experiences related to the former two aspects." Faith sipped again.
"In the waking world of Thalassic Space, the army of Nero Spirits include the undead, which can take the form of draugr or zombies, and evil vampires, werewolves and sirens, though the latter is quite rare, and I don't think Urania mentioned them as a result. They only appeared because of Nero Dionysus, and they weren't around for long after the events of the main novel." Faith sipped. "Nero Spirits have neon red, orange eyes or yellow to evoke the imagery of fire. If they're toxic, their eyes are neon green, neon blue means electricity, neon purple means corruption of mind and decay of body, and neon pink means nightmares."
"Neo Spirits have pastel, jewel or earth-tone eyes, and depending on what the narration describes that colour as, you can associate the meaning of that rock or plant as relevant to the purpose and sometimes the personality of a Neo Spirit." Faith sipped more. "Both are bound to a Soul Bridge but can be seen in dreams or nightmares, and Neo Spirits can be summoned to the 28 Mansions to provide a source of comfort to a person when they've passed on, and Nero Spirits can be manifested, which is terrible news. Ask me about that later, unless I bring it up naturally through more exposition."
"Will do." Said Batman.
"Any other questions?"
Damian said, "Yeah. Why did you spare Grandfather?"
“If I killed him, he would fight his way out of Inferno, and from Mansion 0 and the 28 Mansions of the Four Symbols of Chinese astrology learn about the existence of the Earth-ruining events he so desperately wants and of the nearest reincarnation Realm, the Realm of Tree Peoples." Faith sipped. "Bartholomew, or maybe Krampus, would seek Ra's and promote him to General, giving Ra's permission to command Nerobzal's army. Ra's would bring them back here, occupy all the heroes, and then, all he would need to do to trigger Red Storm Earth is to cut me with my tooth and dagger, stuff my necklace down my throat or injure my throat with it, and have me fall to my death from at least three stories onto a cluster of manmade or natural spikes and thorns, a death vaguely reminiscent of Sailor Venus from the first season of Sailor Moon. 'Cause you know I gotta shout out the O.M.G." Faith giggled, and sipped.
"Nice." Said Damian. "Uh, nice reference."
"During Red Storm Earth, the 200 Fallen Angels are released from Dudael to kill, burn and rape humans and animals as they please while a rainstorm of black clouds with neon red lightning pours down at all times, and the movement of the Fallen Angels will create hurricanes, tornadoes, tsunamis and hurricanes. It will last for two days, and then Yahweh will send a massive, fiery planet to reset Earth to the beginning of the first day, but everyone will remember what happened." Faith sipped. "It can be stopped if the Four Legendary Unicorns are summoned from Thalassic Space, their Earthly riders win a race against the Wild Hunt, and brought to resurrect me. They are Bella, who is white with gold in her mane and tail and golden hooves, and she loves people with childish joy and love in their hearts who have forgiven themselves and others who have wronged them and those they love; Sophia, who is a dark liver chestnut with a light chestnut mane and tail with silver hooves, and she loves people who are wise about Earth, oceans and space, and who wish to spread that knowledge and sow inspiration to create a healthier world with the world and our neighbours; Pärla, who is baby blue eyed, her body pearl pink and her mane and tail lavender, is fond of magical people who use their gifts to help others, especially fairies and demigods; last is the stallion, Bedöma, who is black with orange eyes, and a red mane and tail alight with yellow lightning, and he allows heroic people who have never killed a god or fairy or the child of a god or fairy to ride him, but will deny people who have never saved a life."
"If the Four are gathered and I am resurrected in time, the day or days will reverse as if Yahweh had cast the fiery planet onto Earth, saving lives and the planet." Faith said. Batman hummed. "There's a second catastrophe he could cause, but the people in the 28 Mansions would only tell him about Red Storm Earth. Ra's could only find out about the Invitation of Nerobzal from Bartholomew or Krampus."
"Tell us about the Invitation of Nerobzal."
Faith nodded as she sipped. "So, I live as my Ego, as do all people. This is equivalent to a Neo Persona. We all also have a Nero Persona. While Neo Spirits and Nero Spirits are from the Suspensions and Underside of a Soul Bridge, our Neo and Nero Personas are Roles that we can each assume. Like you, as Batman and Robin, are Neo Personas, but Zur-En-Arrh and Robin before you properly settled into the Batfamily, no offense," Damian grunted. "Are examples of Nero Personas."
"These can be dangerous on their own, but at times aren't nearly as dangerous as manifested Nero Spirits. Manifested Neo Spirits are not an issue, unless you're an angel, in which case you expose people to your real form and voice, and that'll fry people's brains and kill them." Faith sipped. "Manifested Nero Spirits torment people’s minds, and their bodies react with seizures or possession by the Nero Spirit, and the possessed may injure themselves or become paralysed and vulnerable to a dark sorcerer, demon, or the manifested Nero Spirit. They’re dangerous, even to gods."
"A Nero Spirit can be manifested by a dark sorcerer through a ritual in which eight buildings containing at least eighty people are set ablaze with the blue fire of Naglfar." Faith sipped. "As the fire kills people, so does the newly spawned Nest of Naamah and its insect demons, which can quickly spread to other buildings if the windows and doors are not sealed or covered by fire. Drown the insect demons with boiling saltwater or burn them until they and the Nest are eliminated. Red fire reminds the demons of the volcano from which Father Dragon was made by the seraphim, and it's not blue, so it does not count towards the fire of the Naglfar. If the insect demons have Nested in a person, death by boiling saltwater or fire is the only mercy and way to prevent further reproduction of the Nest."
"Ew, they nest in people?" Said Damian.
"Uh, think of the fetish. It's like that."
"Ew!"
"Yeah, it felt right to make that creative decision, sorry." Faith sipped.
"No, uh, yeah, it works."
"If the Naglfar fire is not extinguished before the last person in the eight buildings dies, Nerobzal will rise from the ashes of the buildings and laugh, repeating the insanity that Earth felt when he laughed at Emperor Nero’s death. To return Nerobzal to Sagittarius A*, where he was banished to be torn apart for eternity at the end of the main novel, the archangels Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel and the muses they each bore a child with must be summoned by a Jewish man of pure heart, whoi is brave, kind and masculine in all ways applicable to the definition of a man under the eyes of God across all eras of mankind,"
'I immediately know who she thought of, when writing this.' Batman thought.
"And a cultist of Asherah must be present as well. " Faith sipped. "The Jew and the cultitst must each throw a spear, the Jew of lightning and the cultist of ice, into the eyes of Nerobzal. Blinded and frozen by the power of God and Asherah, Nerobzal will retreat for five years, and be unable to be summoned during that time. It’s also written that the person responsible for the ritual will be punished by the archangels, and made to forget all that they know about that night, and all knowledge of Thalassic Space."
"Ah, so that's your plan to remove Ra's' knowledge, as we all know he won't agree to the Departed taking it from him."
"Yes." Faith sighed, and sipped. "I'm sorry, I-I can make another that isn't a disaster, if I have an Editor. Proper noun, he he. Same with words like Landmark, uh, well, you're Batman, you get the idea."
"I do, yeah. Do you have any other ideas to get this out of Ra's' head?"
"Well, I am a wish-granting creation dragon. I dunno if Urania or I told you that, already."
"No, that's actually new information."
"Oh! Well, I accept gifts."
"What gifts do you, sorry, does your Dragon Persona like?"
"Rocks, gemstones, flowers, seeds and saplings, and traditional, performance and digital art."
Batman hummed. "Are you in danger of being killed by Bartholomew again, now that your dragon powers have returned?"
“No, Ra's is the only danger. Bartholomew only wanted to kill me because he's transphobic, and I was with Argophael when he found Argophael."
Damian asked, "Why did you chose to write a story like that?"
"Because too many trans people have died because of awful people, and in fantasy and horror, we get to emphasise and explore different ways to express history and emotions." Faith said. Damian and Batman hummed. "Oh yeah, I should say: if Ra's doesn't want to bother with Platonia, he could travel to Andøya, Norway to find and solve the hidden puzzle to reveal the door to my dragon tomb that the Snow Elves and Astral Giant Elves will have arranged by now. Planet Yotutrnaeyl is just a bigger Earth with magic islands, after all."
Batman asked, "What are the Departed going do with your hair and blood that you gave them?"
"They’ll give to Analise, one of the twin girls of Krampus, to advance Odeya’s strength. She's not evil, she's just a biology girl."
Damian said, "Soooo, what are you going to do when you're not sick?"
"I'll use Platonia after I’m done being sick to get my other Relics and my Costume, unless you want to take me to Norway."
"We'll go to Norway." Batman said.
"Sweet, OK!"
Batman hummed. "You should be proud of Thalassic Space. It's really well done, Faith."
"Yeah, it's really cool." Said Damian.
"Thank you!"
Batman said, "You should try to sleep. I'll read over what’s available in TSRPG and your planning document."
"OK! Goodnight, Bruce. Goodnight to you too, Damian."
"Goodnight, Faith." Batman patted the blanket where her right arm was, then rose and walked to turn off the light.
"Goodnight." Damian said, leaving with his father. Batman closed the door.
"Do you want the app too, so you can read?"
"Sure." Batman interacted with his gauntlet, sending the app to Damian. "Thanks."
"You’re welcome. I'm going to read in the drawing room. I might have a conversation with Watchtower, while I'm in there."
"OK. I’ll be in my bedroom."
"Oh, and you can tell the others about our new member."
"Already?"
"Why do you think she’s unsuitable?"
Two second pause. "You have me there. I have nothing against her."
"Thank you."
"I will add her in the group chat, as well."
"Good idea. Thank you, Damian." Batman said, as Damian reopened the door of the guest bedroom.
"Sorry to bother you."
"No, no, it's fine. What's up?"
"What's your phone number? I'd like to add you to the group chat." Faith gasped with a smile. She repeated her phone number. "Thanks." Faith nodded.
"Um, what's the WiFi name and password? I like to listen to ocean ambience to sleep."
"VKR3L17WE is the name, and TREACLE0743, all caps, no spaces, is the password. That’s T-R-E-A-C-L-E, 0743."
"Thank you."
"Mhm. If you need anything, just text me or Father." Damian told Faith their phone numbers.
"Thank you so much."
"You’re welcome. And don't worry about making a mess. You're sick. You're allowed to be gross." Faith smiled a little. "I will brief the others on what's happened. You can say whatever else you'd like, after that, OK?"
"OK!" Faith said. Damian exited, went to his bedroom, and closed the door. He took off his costume and put on a comfortable shirt and pants. He opened the Batfamily group chat and added Faith to the group.
Damian added Faith Lawson (StarwriterUlia) to the group.
Faith Lawson (StarwriterUlia) changed their display name to Faith.
Damian: Everyone, meet Faith from Earth-33. Grandfather had a naughty dream and wanted her body and power and brought her to Father's mansion to taunt Father, but he cut himself with Faith's dragon tooth so Faith had to come along.
Damian: Some ghouls called Departed seized Grandfather and put him in a room of the domain that Grandfather and Faith used to travel from Earth-33 to here. The Departed harassed him while Faith and Father talked.
Faith: *Room, Domain. Sorry, author things, proper nouns need to be capitalised.
Damian: Yes, thank you.
Damian: Faith opened the door and requested for Platonia to show Grandfather. Faith told him to back off or face her full power later, and that a Departed would come to him after a week of nightmares and offer to take his memories and knowledge of Thalassic Space.
Damian: He won't agree, of course.
Tim: Yeah, no.
Faith: Aaaa, hi!
Tim: Hi Faith, welcome to the Batfam 😇👋
Faith: Thank you!
Faith: But yeah, and because he's a demon, he could not only use Platonia again, the Departed and Umbrella Man will just ignore him. He could go to Mansion 0 and any of the 28 Mansions of the Four Symbols of Chinese astrology, the afterlife of the people of Thalassic Space that has many doors to the afterlife Realms of the real religions that have magic circles surrounding the O-type star of the galaxy, protecting its planets from its massive heat and magic output, and find out about Red Storm Earth and the Invitation of Nerobzal.
Tim: Umbrella Man?
Faith: Do you know the TF2 ARG Project Skybox?
Tim: Oh! Yep.
Faith: Ra's isn’t considered an interloper now. I didn't mention this to Batman, but Ra's was attacked because he *was* an interloper until it realised he was a demon.
Damian: Father will read this too, don't worry.
Faith: OK!
Faith: Anyway, Platonia won't try to devour him again.
Tim: I'm sorry, what's Platonia?
Faith: It's the Navidson hallway from House of Leaves, defined as Julian Barbour's platonia. You summon a Door to Platonia with the door opening ritual seen in MyHouse.wad.
Tim: Ooooh, that's so cool!
Faith: Thanks, I’ve been working on Thalassic Space for four years.
Faith: Ra's could learn everything the public knows and the history of Thalassic Space and me, and the closest Realm in the world of the living is the Realm of Tree Peoples. Bartholomew or Krampus would gladly promote Ra’s to General upon meeting during Ra’s would-be trail of destruction in the Realm of Tree Peoples. Bartholomew is the Ebony Giant Elf who murdered my Dragon Persona, the Goshenite Stargazer Dragon, and my Animus/lover, a trans boy named Argophael who was Bartholomew's eldest triplet and fled from home because of his dad.
Tim: Bartholomew sounds like an evil wizard LOL
Tim: Is Santa evil too?
Faith: Oh yes, he’s a pirate warlock with a serrated black sword of blue Hell fire. That’s what he killed us with, as we enjoyed the night life of the Carnival of Seasons, on the Realm of Tree Peoples. He mutilated our bodies as we died, and he raped me. The Carnival is between the Stretch of Heart, the forest where the Oak Dwarves, Spruce Humans and anthropomorphs people suitable for the forest live, and White Sun Harbour, where Fir Elves and fish-anthros live. Astral Elves and Snow elves live in the villages around the Pivot Day Monastery, the Domain where the Astral and Ebony Giant Elves live.
Tim: Wow, this lore is SO GOOD!? 😮
Faith: Also, no, Santa is an Astral Giant Elf, not an Ebony Giant Elf; he's the good one of Nerobzal's sons. Bartholomew and Krampus are the other, older two. Nerobzal is the big bad evil of Thalassic Space. At least, in the Script. Backstage at the Rondo Theatre, where I'm the Playwright, he's just an Actor, like everyone else who's named in Thalassic Space who isn't a deity or demon.
Damian: OK *that's* an important detail you should have mentioned earlier. Urania didn't say that, either.
Faith: Sorry, it's so easy to get carried away with my own toys!😛 It's a blessing if a chapter for anything I write is less than 20 pages LOL
Tim: LOL
Faith: Nerobzal was Erophael, a Court Fool of Yahweh, until Emperor Nero off'd himself, then Erophael laughed so loudly that all living things went nuts for five seconds until Yahweh cast him out of Paradiso. Oh shit, I forgot to tell this part of the lore, aaaaa, but Yahweh had also been affected! Michael stuffed that malice into Nerobzal's throat, literally, so Yahweh's OK now, but still.
Tim: Oh geez!
Faith: Michael stuffing Nerobzal's throat is where the Siren's Knot comes from. If a siren has a Siren's Knot in their throat, they can't sing or talk well, even in Neofom or Nerobzal, and are more likely to choke to death. Sirens are characterised by yellow eyes and a tail belonging to any fish that is unfriendly or toxic, manages to leave the hive, always bulit in or nearby the den of a sea monster, such as those on planet Bafsina (bahf-sin-uh; means 'basin' in Neofom, the language of Neo Spirits, who are friendly, unlike Nero Spirits; both come from Soul Bridges. OH GOD, LATER, OOPS. SAME WITH THE NAMES OF THALASSIC SPACE'S SIX PLANETS. Also yes, Damian, there are three more planets! They were created by the massive amount of magic used in the Third War for the O-star Spirit, and they are Judge, Little Path and Sia; Tim, the original six are Yotutrnaeyl, meaning 'journey', Bafsina, and Grace, the *OG* of the entire series that I made before my adoptive dad died, motivating me to make 8all of this* LOL)
Tim: LOL, "OH GOD, LATER, OOPS". Also, thanks for the quick lore drop this time around!
Faith: I girlbossed too hard with the lore in four years LOL
Tim: LOL
Barbara: Are there unicorns and pegasi in Thalassic Space?😮
Faith: OMG hi!
Barbara: Hi there! Welcome! 🥰💖
Tim: Tell us about Soul Bridges, while you're at it!
Faith: OK!
Faith: The Sanctuary of Gla’si’ (Glass, in Neofom, the language of Neo Spirits; Nerobzal is both the name a character and the language of the Nero Spirits), on the Realm of Album. Thanks to the formation of the Oracles, the twelve most powerful Dreamer Mages from different universities on the original three planets of Thalassic Space, the population's questions of how the body is able to or unable to use magic from the O-type star and Sagittarius A* was finally answered. The names of magic in Thalassic Space are Elevifeb, unscrambled as 'believe' and 'belief', in reference to what a person believes in, be it themselves, their family and-or friends, and belief being a more divine-centric term for a person's faith; good, solar magic; all three words are used interchangeably, and Eledisfeb, unscrambled as 'disbelief'; references the same terms as Elevifeb, but with negative connotations; dark, singularity magic; again, all three words are used interchangeably.
Tim: I'm sorry, but couldn't you have just called it Elevib or Elefib?
Faith: Yeah, but then I'd be one syllable short.😛 Symmetry or lack thereof is important to the bards and Playwrights of Thalassic Space!like me, the Playwright of the Rondo Theatre in the Dream World on Paper, a term I came up with after I had a dream where I saw childhood drawings of the dream world I glued onto coloured construction paper, and I REMEMBER DRAWING THEM. It blew my friggin' mind. 😵
Tim: Fair. Also, cool!! 😮
Faith: People who live in, have visited or acknowledge the existence of Thalassic Space have Five Mortal Qualities: the memory-bearing soul, which dies with a mortal and immortal, but their memories are archived in Santa's Snow Globe Room. Memories from a past life can be restored via resurrection by a divine or demonic entity who has their Snow Globe at whatever ritual the entity is conducting. Snow Globes *can* break, but they respawn in the Snow Globe Room if broken. Yes, this is stolen from the Santa Clause movies. Also, this is how my Animus literally gifted me Thalassic Space for Christmas when I was a demigoddess LOL
Tim: LOL!
Barbara: LOL I love that.
Faith: Second is the magic-bearing spirit, which can be disabled or awakened due to many circumstances depending on the person's status as a human or non-human, their physical and mental status, and even if they're alive or dead. The spirit stores knowledge related to magic, including any physical motions or verbal phrases required to cast a spell.
Tim: Can the spirit die?
Faith: Nope. But it *can* be stolen, and drained, by dark sorcerers.
Barbara: Ah.
Tim: Ahhhh.
Faith: Third is the mind, which is directly connected to the soul, and that's how impulses and protective actions are communicated to the fourth, the body, which acts out what the mind instructs it to. The heart is technically both the fourth and the fifth, according to some faiths.
Faith: The Soul Bridge is where Neo and Nero Spirits are born; Neo from the Suspensions, and Nero from the Underside. I use different specific verbs to describe the emotions, but both whisper, talk, shout or sing to the High Mind (the sky, exclusively interacted with by Neo Spirits) or the Low Mind (the river, exclusively interacted with by Nero Spirits) to influence or remind the Five Mortal Qualities of whatever the frick that Spirit was born for.
Tim: Ha ha!
Barbara: This is a fun read!
Tim: Heck yeah it is!
Faith: Soul Bridges can be accessed by expert Dreamer mages, and in the dream world by a person. Mine starts out like the bridge in Vanderhoof near Riverside Park and connects to Old Loop Road, but it's *so broken and twisted* that it's literally the most impossible roller coaster my subconscious could come up with. That's how it views my memories, my magic, my body, heart and mind; they're all out of sync, and it's dangerous and nonesensical. But I remember a dream where I was riding on it like in a crazy mine cart mobile game mixed with an arcade railgun shooter with Final Fantasy elements thrown in there, and I've come to accept that, if I ever go downtown, I will have a very violent awakening, literally. It'll be one of those dreams I wake up from in a hot sweat, shaking and letting out a loud scream.
Faith: And that's all about Soul Bridges and how they work, with a bit of info. about Neo and Nero Spirits! I had to throw the Five Mortal Qualities in there, 'cause that's just how I explain it in the planning document.
Barbara: Holy crow, your mind, girl! 🤯
Faith: Thanks LOL
Faith: That being said! If made General, Ra's would have access to Nerobzal's army of undead, Nero Spirits, and evil vampires and werewolves. There are also dark sorcerers, but Ra's wouldn’t order them around. All of that is the cult of Kaleido, or what remains of it after the Third War for the O-star Spirit. Kaleido was Kitsch, now Kaleido has been freed again and is Kirei. Instead of Italian vampires, the Japanese control it now!
Dick: All of *this* is what you've been cooking for four years? 🤯 I think we have a creative genius in the group now, holy smokes!
Faith: Oh geez, hi! Also, thank you! The complexity of Thalassic Space is me trying to emulate the masters of fantasy LOL
Dick: Hi Faith, welcome 😊 Also yes, it shows!
Faith: Uh, and I've been cooking soup.
Tim: Soooouuuup!
Barbara: Sooooouuupppp!!
Stephanie: (smacks lips) good soup.
Faith: Aa! Aaaaa!
Stephanie: hi 😉
Faith: I'm gonna freaking explode aren't I? LOL
Barbara: Please don't explode. 😜
Stephanie: so you've got magic dragon powers? :ooo
Faith: Yes! I can use the Thu'um, and my dragon tomb has my other two Relics. One is a white ebony dagger that can become Uriel's fiery sword (he’s my spiritual father; Urania is my mother), which Ra's cut himself on 'cause he was being greedy, and he ran out with only the dragon tooth 'cause he woke up my ten Dragon Priests. :D They're technically just guarding Argophael, now.
Barbara: Ooooh, was he your dragon boyfriend?😮
Faith: Yes! And trans! I've always been pansexual lol.
Tim: Eyyy, another gay in the family, woo hoo!
Faith: 🎉Let's freaking go, lesbians💅✨
Tim: LOL
Barbara: LOL
Stephanie: lmao
Dick: Ha ha ha!
Faith: Do I have to say what Bartholomew did again?
Barbara: Nope! We scrolled up 👍
Faith: OK, THANK GOD LOL
Barbara: LOL
Tim: Also, why did you name him Bartholomew?
Stephanie: LOL you named him Bartholomew
Faith: Bartholomew Roberts.
Barbara: OH RIGHT he's a PIRATE WARLOCK
Stephanie: a good fit for a transphobe, ngl
Faith: Yeah! And he's captain of the Naglfar because why the fuck not? XD
Dick: Whoa! We're tossing f-bombs out, now?
Faith: I'm always tossing f-bombs out. I just get bored of it sometimes. Also, it's not always time for an f-bomb.
[Faith sent an audio message.] [Singing merrily:] Ohhhh, fuck fuck, fuckity fuck fuck! A-fuck fuck, fuckity fuck fuck! Fucking fuck, fucking fuck! Oh, fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuuuuck! Fuck.
Dick: Nope. Not listening to whatever that is.
Dick: Nevermind, Barbara played it on her phone.
Barbara: LMAO
Tim: LOLOLOL
Stephanie: BEAUTIFUL. SAVED. THAT'S MY RINGTONE FOR YOU NOW FAITH LOL
Faith: I'd like to thank Casey Jones from the comic that was in the back pages of the manual for Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012 for the Wii for introducing me to 'fuckity fuck'. Fucking is just a normal verb form for fuck.
Barbara: LOL
Tim: Oh no, noooooo, that game *sucked*!
Faith: I had some fun with it, playing with my brother, and it and the movie it was based on introduced me to the fandom I wrote my first fanfic for, OK? I wouldn't be here without it! Muchlessbeamonsterfucker. Anyway!
Tim: LOL
Barbara: OMG FAITH 🤣🤣
Stephanie: PFFFT GO OFF I GUESS
Faith: The other is a white-blue gradient scallop seashell necklace that works like the Mermaid Princess pearls of Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi Pitch, but I can also dance, and my genre is Tohou Eurobeat.
Stephanie: (gasp!) so you're a magical girl too!! :oooo
Faith: Yes! :DDDDD I also have a Fairy Persona named Solas. My birth demigoddess name is Ønske, but when Urania became my mentor, I also got Ulia Chaménos, the surname to tribute the people I'd go on to save. And I got invited to Paradiso, where Uriel greeted me as my patron angel, and I was told my mortal name, which is, well, Faith!
Stephanie: coool :o what does your fairy 'sona look like?
Stephanie: wait no!
Stephanie: you can just show me some time!! right?
Faith: Also yes, I can! Dragon powers awake = everything is awake.
Faith: I also have a magic Costume, formally called my Astral Jester Costume. The styles of the pieces can change, but by default, it's a T-shirt crop top, shorts, cuff-bracelets lined with jingle bells, a choker with a cluster of jingle bells, hiker shoes (I have a deformed right foot, and my feet are naturally wide, so no flip-flops, flat shoes or high heels!) with a cluster of jingle bells, and, of course, a jester hat with four “ears”, each with a cluster of jingle bells. The entire outfit is white but can change colours as it changes styles. It's a magic cosplay piece LOL
Tim: OK cool but *why a jester?*
Faith: Look, Harley didn’t make me gay, LEGO Catwoman did, but I gotta do one for the clown gays, all right? Harley is an iconnnnn
Stephanie: lol truuuuueeeeee
Tim: Go off, girl! 🤣
Faith: When LEGO Catwoman used the diamond to cut the window, and was caught in the spotlight? And then we saw it again after the villain level? I was like "Oh, she’s cool! …Is she hot, too? Is that just her thing?" There's a reason my imaginary friends were fairies and mermaids and I've had my first imaginary friend, Bella, since I was like 6 🧚🦄🌈✨
Tim: yaaaaassss! ✨🌈✨
Stephanie: yes, miss gurrrlll!! 💖💖✨✨
Barbara: I love that for you!! /gen
Dick: Yeah that's cool 😁
Damian: You can all read about the Four Legendary Unicorns in the app's lore or the planning document.
Faith: Thank you, Damian!
Damian: You're welcome.
Dick: Hey Faaaaaaith
Faith: Yeeeeees
Dick: Who's your favourite Robin? 👀
Faith: He's not present. (throws a peace sign, vanishes)
Dick: GAAAAASP! (holds chest)
Tim: Eh, fair.
Stephanie: lmao
Faith: (Reappears with the sound of a tendon going over bone) But uh, the Four represent the emotions and head-spaces of the people they allow to ride on their backs. Two Italians, and two Swedes LOL
Stephanie: aw man, not the swedish!
Dick: LOL why that sound??🤣
Faith: I've got hyptonia from my dwarfism, OK! I make it a lot!
Tim: Oh cool! How tall are you?
Faith: 4'6" (146 cm)
Faith: Just know that it was supposed to be Polish as a Witcher reference. 💀
Stephanie: bruh 💀💀💀
Tim: LOL the opposite of the Wild Hunt
Faith: Literally 💀Anyway! I have the flu right now so please don’t visit, thankssss
Barbara: No. ❤️
Faith: OK! I believe you! Jump in the line, rock your body in time.
Faith: OHHHHHHH!!!
Barbara: LOL!!
Faith: I know that song from Just Dance 2. Or was it 3? I don't remember and I don't care to ask SOFFFIAA right now LOL
Dick: You’re so energetic, I love that.
Stephanie: oh you're *def* a Just Dancer.
Faith: Thank you! (ihaveareactiveattachmentdisorder)
Steph: felt that
Tim: LOL
Barbara: LOL oh hon, you're perfect 🤣
Dick: 🤣🤣
Damian: I can hear you laughing from across the hall…
Faith: Also, I haven't played since I broke my knee in March 2015 ☹️
Stephanie: awww, that sucks! but we can get you back into shape!
Faith: It's gonna be a *real* challenge.
Dick: We can do it, though 😊
Faith: And heck yeah! Oh, also.
[Faith sent a voice message:] Damian climbs out of bed, takes a decent stride away from the furniture, and does a backflip.
Damian did as told. He held in his scream of fury, and sat back on his bed.
Damian: Never do that again. Whatever that was.
Faith: Wow, he didn't scream in anger! I'm glad /gen. Also agreed
Tim: Girl is OP af💀
Faith: It’s the power of the Thu’um, but I just speak English >w<
Stephanie: i kinda wanna try 😮
Faith: Also yeah, sorry for being a Mary-Sue, everybody blame Ra's for bringing this shit into DC Comicsssss
Tim: Nah, don't apologise.
Dick: Do you *remember* the magic users we've got?
Faith: Oh yeeeeah, sorry, too used to being mean to myself
Stephanie: mood honestly
Barbara: Well, *that's* going to change, Miss Faith!
Faith: Honestly, that would be nice.😄
Barbara: ❤️
Faith: Are you sitting or standing, Steph?
Stephanie: i’m laying in bed bored as shit
Faith: REAL XD
Faith: Also feel free to get this on video for evidence, up to you
Stephanie: oooh bet, lemme record this, go ahead!
[Faith sent a voice message:] Stephanie runs to the wall, runs up the wall, does a cartwheel as she reaches the ceiling, and lands firmly on her feet.
[Stephanie shared a video.]
Stephanie: THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!!
Barbara: Nice flip, Steph!
Dick: Good form 👍
Stephanie: Thanks!
Tim: I mean, I wasn’t doubting your dragon powers were real, but hey! They’re real!
Faith: But uh yeah! I think the magic should be easy for me. It'll be trying to get my body to work like it did in high school that'll be the problem 🙁
Dick: How fit were you in school?
Faith: I could lift 420lbs on the leg press.
Dick: Nice!
Barbara: Wow!!
Stephanie: damn!
Tim: You had strong legs!
Dick: You had an injury?
Faith: Yeah, I broke my left patella in tenth grade. I'll spare y'all the story for now, but it gave me anxiety and depression, and that led to a rough last semester and an even rougher grade eleven and twelve. I tried homeschooling, but Internet and fanfiction writing hooked me, and I would have been just fine at the high school branch near the police station, but then I met the one IRL boyfriend I’ve had, and then I was even more depressed. Another story for another time. I used to play volleyball and dance, and now I can only dance while sitting down. It’s not quite the same to make a choreography and be unable to do it. Hence my magic pearl!
Dick: You fit right in with us. You had a rough life too. And now you've been given the opportunity to take your life back.😊
Faith: Yeah! I mean my job is going fine, and Bruce just approved the idea I had for my Earth-33 self to return and continue her life, so no worries there. But I've spent so much time reading and consuming media just trying to understand how people make friends, and what family is like! Not that my adoptive family didn't love me, or try to teach me. My foster parents just screwed up *bad*. I was a Benadryl kid.
Dick: That sucks. Sorry to hear that.
Barbara: Awww, yeah, sorry. 😢
Faith: Again, I could literally go on, but you get the point.
Stephanie: yep.
Barbara: You're welcome to talk to us about yourself anytime, Faith! I'm sure you know plenty about us already ha ha.
Faith: Maybe not plenty, but enough to be very comfortable.
Barbara: Good!
Dick: Awesome.
Tim: So, are you aiming to get your 420 lift back?
Faith: I mean, that'd be *amazing*, I'd like to try!
Dick: Well, when you're not sick, we’re abducting you from the mansion. 🤪
Faith: Woo hoo!
Stephanie: i have a question!
Faith: Shoot.
Stephanie: where are you from? like, the country
Faith: I’m Canadian. Yes, I've been to America. We visited my adoptive dad's family in Gilmer, Texas in Easter of 2008 or '9. It was *so hot*. We flew kites, had authentic iced tea that Mom only let us have a bit of 'cause it had caffeine, there was a wasp on the bathtub that was in the backyard, and I remember briefly playing Tetris and one of the galaxy shooters with one of our cousins. And we went to the zoo! I vaguely remember the black panther, the birds, and the rhinos. We took a weird route there, but a more expected route back. I *think* that's the trip we stopped in Seattle or something to sea the ocean? I remember seeing the trees you used to be allowed to walk/drive through.
Barbara: You're just so full of stories. ❤️❤️
Faith: Aw, thanks!
Stephanie: deadpool or wolverine?
Faith: Smash both but Deadpool first unless the chemistry isn't there, ditto reasoning for Wolverine, marry Deadpool, talk history with Wolverine, I don’t think he’d like me enough to marry me; no killing here, folks.
Stephanie: wow. what a slut /aff
Faith: Thanks, I learned it from the cult of Asherah that the Yahwehists tore down, but before then, R34 and Bayonetta. Also Catwoman, again. Poison Ivy, too. OH and Her Imperial Condescendence from Homestuck.
Barbara: Oh my Gooood…
Stephanie: oh she’s *chaotic* gay!
Tim: Not Homestuck!! 😭 😭 😭
Faith: I used to be a Nepeta kinnie. Now I’m an Eridan sympathiser and fucker.
Tim: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Stephanie: AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
Dick: (Points at the cuss) Get outta my sandwich!
Faith: (Mine turtle) Hello!
Dick: LOL
Stephanie: lmao!
Barbara: LOL!
Tim: oh of course you like asdfmovie /aff
Faith: Anyway yeah! This will be fun if my body stops breaking after the first couple of weeks or so!
Barbara: Oh, we get hurt aaaalllll the time.
Dick: Yep.
Tim: Yyyyyep.
Stephanie: uh-huh!
Damian: Yeah.
Faith: I know, I've seen the panels… I don't usually save time or money to buy or even pirate comics tbh.
Stephanie: Fair.
Tim: Yeah.
Faith: OK! I'm gonna try to sleep now! Nice meeting y'all! 👋
Stephanie: Byyyyeeee!
Barbara: TTYL!
Dick: Bye! 😄
Tim: Sleep well, Faith!
Damian: See ya.
Faith has changed her status to Do Not Disturb.
Faith has changed her status to flu needs the z’s.
Tim: She’s got a good sense of humor.
Dick: Yeah, she seems easy to get along with.
Barbara: I think we're her only friends, though. 😉
Dick: Yeah.
Stephanie: yeah
Tim: Yeeeeah. Not that I mind, though.
Barbara: Neither do I.
Stephanie: same
Dick: Ditto. Some people just need the winds of fate to blow differently for something to go their way.
Barbara: Oh, for sure.
Tim: True.
Stephanie: i'm excited to help her, though! and be her friend. 😊
Tim: Heck yeah!
Barbara: Bruce, could you take her to the Belfry when she's not sick to start with the basics?
Bruce: Sure. 🙂
Dick: Yes, great idea.
Damian: Is it mandatory?
Dick: Nope. If you don’t feel like it, you don't have to, Damian.
Damian: 'Kay.
Dick: I think that's all for now, yeah?
Tim: Yeah.
Barbara: I think so!
Stephanie: yeah, no ideas for now.
Dick: All right. We'll let Faith know when she's done snoozing and go from there. [Multiple people Liked this message.]
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Ghostwriter ch 21
Unbetad Unedited Unhinged || AO3 Wattpad
Character(s): Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Carlos Garcia, Mercedes Griffin, Curt Haverfield, Calliope Anderson oc, Addison Tate oc, Veronica Clark oc, TJ Miller oc
Pairing(s): Kendall Knight/Original Female Character, Kendall Knight & James Diamond & Carlos Garcia & Logan Mitchell, Kendall Knight & Jennifer Knight, Mercedes Griffin/Original Male Character
Word Count: 6065
Mercedes jumped on the opportunity for TJ to stay in L.A. for a week with the rest of Ronnie’s friends. It took a bit more convincing than it should have to convince her dad to let her go on a date that night. TJ was scared when he met Arthur Griffin because he had such an intimidating air around him. Mercedes took him to that fancy restaurant Curt talked about a while ago. 
“Uh, Mercedes… I think I’m underdressed.” TJ mumbled, averted his gaze, and looked at the floor. Everyone was wearing suits with ties. He was ashamed of borrowing nice clothes from her father. 
“Nonsense! You look lovely.” Mercedes patted his arm. “Dad won’t mind if I let you borrow one of his suits.” 
A woman in a black boxy dress with red hair slicked back was writing something down at the hostess stand. TJ looked away. He didn’t want to peek by accident. It was most likely table numbers and reservations. He glanced at Mercedes. She was wearing a sparkly pink dress paired with pink heels. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled from her face and cascaded down her shoulders. Mercedes had only sent an initial photo of herself when they started talking over text to confirm she was real. TJ hadn’t forgotten when his breath caught in his throat. Part of him was scared that she was a middle-aged woman, but he was grateful she was his age. TJ managed to pull his dreadlocks into a ponytail to keep them out of his face while eating. His thumb rubbed over her knuckles. TJ didn’t want to forget what holding hands with his girlfriend felt like. He never wanted this week to end. The last thing he wanted to do was return to Vermont. Some of the guys on the football team teased him about his online relationship. For once, he wanted to prove he had a girlfriend. 
“Hello, do you have a reservation?” 
“We do!” Mercedes chirped. “Under the name Griffin.” 
“Oh.” The woman’s eyes widened. “I’m so sorry I didn’t notice sooner, Ms. Griffin. We have the perfect spot for you,” The hostess grabbed the anxiously. “If you could follow me.” She smiled sheepishly as she led the two to their table. 
“Your family must be popular,” TJ leaned slightly to whisper in the blonde’s ear. 
“Of course we are. My father is one of the top three CEOs in the country.” Mercedes giggled behind her hand. “I’m baffled how you’ve never heard of RCM CBT Globalnet Sanyoid.” 
“It’s not like there are that many stores in Stow, and I doubt your father wants to put merchandise in the middle of nowhere without guarantee it would sell.” TJ tugged on his collar. Arthur Griffin had a thinner neck than his, and the fabric was chaffing. 
Their table was smack dab in the middle of the restaurant. TJ’s eyes widened when he noticed the white tablecloth and the candle in a decorative glass holder. This place was far more expensive than he thought it would be. He had been very anxious about the price, but now he was sweating bullets. How could he afford to pay for their meal? Was this a bad idea? Would Mercedes shame and laugh at him? 
TJ carefully slid out the chair for Mercedes. He was afraid of scraping the chair legs against the hardwood floor. He carefully pushed her chair in and then hesitantly pulled his chair out. Every movement was calculated. The last thing he wanted to do was break something and find out he owed thousands of dollars. Mercedes noticed TJ’s hesitance as she unfolded her napkin. She would have inspected her silverware but refrained once she realized how uncomfortable he was. 
“Are you okay?” 
“I… I’ve never been to a place like this before,” TJ confessed. 
“That’s okay! It’s not as fancy as you think it is, trust me.” She attempted to reassure him. 
“There are restaurants fancier than this?” 
“Of course there are, but I would never be able to get into them even if I made a reservation under my father's name because they require a certain etiquette.” 
“Why did you use your dad's name for the reservation?” 
“I wanted to show you the best treatment tonight, silly!” Mercedes opened her menu. Her eyes darted around to each item. 
“Oh…” TJ paused when he opened his menu. No prices were listed, which made him sweat even more. By the night's end, he would be nothing but a puddle of football player goo. 
“Sweetie, you’re getting pale.” Mercedes was concerned. She lowered her menu to observe her boyfriend. His jaw was clenched tight, and he had such a firm grip on the menu that his knuckles turned white. This was the only restaurant near his hotel that she could think of. Was this that bad of an idea? 
“They don’t list any prices…” TJ mumbled. His eyes were bulging out of his head. 
“Oh, honey, you don’t have to worry about prices. I convinced Daddy to pay for our dinner,” 
TJ tensed up, and Mercedes bit the inside of her cheek. 
“I’m sorry. You’re not comfortable. I should have noticed. We can go somewhere else–” Mercedes closed her menu and scooted her chair from the table. 
“No, no. It’s fine. We can eat here. You don’t have to get up and leave because of me.” TJ reached for the complimentary water glass and downed it like a shot of alcohol. 
“Are you sure?” The blonde socialite raised a brow. “Because if you’re only saying that to make me happy–” 
“Mercedes,” TJ reached across the table and took her hand. “I promise I won’t let prices get in the way of us having a lovely evening.” 
Heat rose to Mercedes' face, and she flushed. The tips of her ears turned red. She squeezed TJ’s hands gently and smiled brightly. 
“In that case, I promise we’ll go somewhere more comfortable for you.” She tucked hair behind her ear and looked away. TJ was so sweet! How could she not fall madly in love with him? 
“It doesn’t matter where we go as long as I’m with you.” 
All thoughts in her head dissipated like vapor. She stared at TJ, and her face got redder. Embarrassed, she covered her face with her menu. None of the guys she previously dated, including Big Time Rush, were this sincere. What did she do to meet TJ? No. What did she do to deserve him? Mercedes couldn’t focus on the words on her menu. Their waiter came by, and they both ordered fountain soda. The waiter walked away when they said they needed more time with the menu. 
“So, have you lived in Los Angeles all your life?” TJ coughed awkwardly. 
“Of course! Born and raised in Los Angeles. I watched my parents get divorced and then watched my dad get married to a younger woman. You know how rich people are, right?” 
“Oh. I didn’t–” 
“It’s okay!” She waved away his concern. “I expect it. I’m waiting for the day my father divorces his current wife for someone even younger.” A shiver ran down her spine. “He says I need a mother as if nannies haven’t looked after me since I was little.” 
“So, when you say your dad is one of the top three CEOs in the world, you mean he’s that rich?” 
“Was I not clear about that?” Mercedes tilted her head. “Well, he’s been trying to improve his status, so he’ll be number two shortly.” 
“I didn’t know your family was that wealthy…” TJ looked down at the table. 
“Yeah, it’s not like I need a wealthy boyfriend.” Mercedes shrugged. “Having so much money you don’t know what to do with can get boring.” 
“Boring?” TJ almost spat out his water. He dabbed around his mouth with the black napkin and tried to cough quietly. “Sorry– It’s boring?” 
“Don’t worry, I can buy you whatever you want–” “I don’t want you to buy me whatever I want.” TJ interrupted her. “That wouldn’t– I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you bought me anything. That– That’s my job.” What his father told him was floating around in the front of his mind. 
“I hardly think it’s anyone's job. It doesn’t matter as long as we enjoy each other’s company.” 
“Yeah,” TJ nodded. “It’s just my dad– he always taught me to be a gentleman.” 
“Ugh. Don’t get me started on all that gentlemen crap.” Mercedes groaned. 
“If someone has to say they’re a gentleman, then they aren’t…” TJ scratched the nape of his neck. 
Out of the corner of her eye, Mercedes noticed Ronnie and Curt. They were more than likely on a date, but it was a coincidence that they were at the same restaurant. Mercedes couldn’t help but be happy that her new best friend was hitting it off great with Curt. Initially, she was nervous that Ronnie and Curt wouldn’t get along. If they didn’t get along, she always had another hockey player on her phone, but they already knew each other. Mercedes wasn’t surprised that Kendall and Ronnie knew each other. Her father liked the song she wrote, and Gustavo wouldn’t think about firing her if he wanted to stay in Griffin’s good graces. 
It was good to know that her best friend was as happy as she was. Of course, she would have to thank Ronnie for giving her TJ’s number, but nothing could convey her gratitude. Looking for genuine love with L.A. boys was hard because they all wanted someone pretty or famous. Mercedes knew she was gorgeous, but that wasn’t the problem. The only thing that made her semi-famous was her name. If she were born to anyone else, she wouldn’t have the kind of recognition she already has. In the back of her mind, she wondered if TJ would be like every guy she’s met. But how could he be if he was someone new? The socialite just knew this relationship would be different. She had confidence this one would be different. 
“Are you okay?” TJ asked. 
Mercedes hadn’t noticed the conversation fell flat or that she went silent. She blinked twice, reached for the ordered soda, and sipped from the straw. She averted her gaze. He sounded so concerned. It was surprising how much he already cared, but maybe that was the difference between the romantic culture in Vermont and California. It was a big gamble to throw herself out there and take a shot with someone across the country, but even though this was their first date, Mercedes didn’t regret a thing. 
“I’ve never been better.” The blonde coughed when the soda went down the wrong way. 
“Okay,” TJ couldn’t hide his anxiety, but he was thankful he wasn’t the only one. 
Then, something crossed his mind, and his heart dropped. 
“You look gorgeous in that dress.” How could he have been so stupid? He forgot to compliment her, and TJ mentally facepalmed. 
Mercedes squeaked and looked away again. 
“Thank you– You… You look good, even though you had to borrow the clothes.” Her voice shook. She felt so vulnerable as if he could see into her soul or something. It was weird to feel like the existence of her being was laid bare before him. 
“I’ll remember to bring dress clothes when I visit next time,” TJ chuckled. 
“Next time?” Mercedes' eyes widened. “You’ll visit again?” 
“Of course. I like it here compared to Vermont. It’s sunny and warm most days, but I wouldn’t really trade Stowe traffic for Los Angeles traffic.” TJ scratched his chin. “I think that’s the only thing that would keep me from ever moving here.” 
“Move here?” Mercedes’ breath hitched in her throat. “Why– Why would you want to move here?” 
“I know it’s too soon to say, but if this gets serious between us, I would want to be closer to you,” TJ stated. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “Do you want this to get serious?” 
Mercedes giggled awkwardly but couldn’t hide the blush on her face. She knew one thing: she wanted to keep him for as long as possible. 
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Addison had the songwriter borrow one of her dresses. The green-haired girl was highly uncomfortable in the black dress and matching heels. She was surprised Addison had anything like this in her dresser, much less anything she had packed for the trip. Ronnie never liked dresses and skirts because they left her legs bare. She would wear leggings or tights if possible, but unfortunately, Ronnie didn’t have tights on her hand, and neither did Addison.  The restaurant was bone-chillingly cold, and the dress had straps, not sleeves, which put her arms on display. 
She was ashamed of her arms mainly because she didn’t look like the other girls in Los Angeles. Ronnie was three inches taller than the average, and she wasn’t some skinny blonde who looked terrific in bathing suits. The songwriter never liked comparing herself to others because she didn’t seem like everyone else, but not in appearance. Her mind became an echo chamber, and she noticed how Curt looked behind her instead of at her. Maybe he was looking at a prettier girl. It would be for the best anyway. He needed someone to show off to the media, and no one would be proud to show her off to the press. 
“You look lovely,” 
Ronnie stared at him confusedly. Although she didn’t like her arms or stretch marks, her dress wasn’t her style. She didn’t feel like herself in this little black dress or the matching black heels. Could he not see how uncomfortable she was? Could he not tell that this dress didn’t feel like something she could proudly wear? The black dress didn’t match her. It wasn’t like she could blame him, honestly. Although they’d known each other for two months, it was as if they didn’t know each other. Or Ronnie felt distant from him. She wouldn’t be surprised if Curt were distancing himself from her. He already didn’t like her friends from home. Absentmindedly, she twirled a strand of hair around her finger. 
“Hello? Earth to Ronnie?” Curt gingerly touched her hand, and she jumped. 
“What– Thank you,” she shifted uncomfortably in the chair. 
“Are you thinking about work again?” 
Curt tried to roll his eyes subtly, but he failed. Ronnie scratched her arm anxiously and shook her head. What was wrong with her? Why was she so awkward? In the back of her mind, she knew it was because Curt typically talked the entirety of their date, but he was oddly quiet. She didn’t like the shift in the atmosphere or his mood. She did something wrong. That had to be it. Whatever error Ronnie made was the only explanation for how different he was acting. 
“I’m sorry,” the apology flew out of her mouth before she could think about it. 
“For what?” Curt raised a brow. 
“Didn’t I do something wrong?” Ronnie furrowed her brows. “You’ve been acting weird.” 
“What? No,” Curt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. Why would you think that?” 
“You’re quieter and… The atmosphere feels wrong.” 
“The atmosphere feels wrong?” Curt didn’t mean to sound so annoyed, but he couldn’t help but think it came out that way. Part of him couldn’t help but wonder if she meant she had done something wrong. Why would she bring it up otherwise? 
“Forget it,” Ronnie looked away. “It’s nothing. It’s not important.” 
“Well,” Curt heaved a sigh. “You were thinking about work, so what happened?” 
“We don’t have to talk about work–” 
“That’s the only thing you talk about.” Curt deadpanned. 
Ronnie paused. She was taken aback. Perhaps she did something that hurt him. Why couldn’t he tell her what he was upset about? Was he pretending everything was okay for her sake? Curt cleared his throat and tugged at his collar. For the most part, their dinner was excellent. It was nice to spend time with each other as a couple. Lately, everything had been so hectic because of their schedules, but they finally had a chance to see each other that matched their schedules. 
“Okay,” Ronnie took a steady breath. “How was practice? Do your teammates treat you well?” 
“Practice is okay. Considering my teammates are all older than me, I’m essentially the team little brother.” Curt shrugged and poked at his chicken parmesan. 
“Which means they give you noogies and jokingly steal your stuff?” Ronnie leaned forward. She engaged in the conversation even though Curt didn’t think she cared. 
“I guess? They’re like my older brothers. Do you not have siblings?” 
“No. My parents were in their forties when they had me.” 
“Forties?” Curt spat out his drink. Ronnie flinched and grabbed her napkin to wipe her arm. “I knew your father was old, but I didn’t think he was that old.” 
“Hey,” The songwriters' shoulders tensed. “It barely crosses my mind…” 
“My mom is in her forties, but your dad is in his sixties.” 
“Curt.” Ronnie’s face grew warm. Was he making fun of her dad? 
“Sorry, sorry.” He wiped his mouth on the black napkin. “I’m just surprised, is all. Typically, we’re expected to have young children in North Carolina.” 
“So, if we ever got married, we would have to…” Ronnie trailed off. She couldn’t say it aloud. Much less. She didn’t even want to think about it. 
“Married? What? No,” Curt spit his drink out again. “We haven’t known each other for that long.” 
“Oh.” Ronnie blinked twice. “I figured since we’re almost eighteen and this seems like something that would last… No, ignore me.” She shook her head as if to shake the thoughts away. 
“Ronnie, we’re seventeen.” Curt chuckled. “We can think about marriage in a couple of years if we last.” 
The songwriter felt her heart deflate. She couldn’t understand why her heart dropped but wished she didn’t take this personally. It was anything against her. If anything, Curt wanted to be with her, but it still… hurt. Maybe this was her fault for getting attached so quickly or thinking he could be the one. She stabbed her steak with her fork idly. The rest of the date was a blur. This high-pitched ringing settled between her ears as she leaned against Curt in the backseat of the car. She watched herself out of her body. It was as if her head was underwater, and everything was muffled. The car door shut behind her, and she shuffled into the PalmWoods like a zombie. The elevator opened and took her to the third floor quickly. It probably felt quick because she wanted to stay in bed with her friends. 
The door to 3G opened and closed. Ronnie heaved a sigh and ran a hand down her face. She was tired and upset. Her bedroom door swung open, scaring the shit out of her. Addison and Callie pushed through the doorway excitedly. 
“What happened?” Addison asked, barely able to contain the smile on her face. 
“Is everything okay?” Callie asked quietly. 
“Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine,” Ronnie ran a shaky hand through her hair. “Can I put pajamas on before we debrief?” 
“Go ahead,” Addison took a step away. 
Her bedroom door closed behind her, and Ronnie fell face-first on her bed. She lay there for a couple of minutes. The coziness of her bed was inviting and comforting. Rolling onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling. She messed up royally. Maybe she shouldn’t have mentioned marriage or at least apologized for her error. Her heart was heavy in her chest, and she wanted to think logically about this, but sadness washed over her like a tidal wave. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, and she sat up. Hastily wiping her face without regard for makeup, she stood up and pulled open her dresser drawers. 
Callie and Addison lounged on the beige couch in the living room, watching some random channel on television. The songwriter was in her room longer than they preferred, but this could only mean one thing. She was decompressing. For as long as they’ve known Ronnie, she wasn’t socially inept, but she had a hard time doing things that made her uncomfortable. It wasn’t like she could make them uncomfortable, either. Addison described it as Ronnie’s “social battery.” And when Ronnie needs to recharge, it’s advisable to stay away until she’s ready. 
The green-haired girl laid the dress on her bed and crumpled to the floor. She held her knees against her chest and stared blankly at her phone. She texted Curt, hoping he got home safe, but he hadn’t replied in a few minutes. It wasn’t that she would wait by her phone for a response, but she at least wanted recognition that he wasn’t mad at her. She wanted to be guaranteed she didn’t make him angry or hurt him. Her first “boyfriend,” Craig, wasn’t like this. Then again, he kept his distance, and they only held hands while walking. Of course, at the time, they were about thirteen, so it made sense that the only thing they did was hold hands. Maybe it was the teenage hormones or her racing thoughts, but Ronnie wanted to know if she was desired. Would Curt throw her away for the next girl, given the chance? Wouldn’t they last? Ronnie, so severely, wanted them to last. To be a high school sweetheart with someone she just met was a thrilling idea. Perhaps she had been reading one too many romance novels. Maybe she built up this idea of him in her head, and it was finally crashing down. 
Her bedroom door opened, and Ronnie shuffled out. The hardwood floor was freezing, and her black socks didn’t provide enough protection from the cold, but she pulled a smile on her face and sat between her friends on the couch. Addison propped her elbow on the back of the sofa, resting her cheek on her palm. 
“So, how was the date?” The blonde grinned from ear to ear. 
“It was okay.” 
“Okay?” Callie furrowed her brows. “What did he do?” 
“Nothing. He didn’t do anything.” Ronnie sighed and threw her head back. “But, maybe I did something or said something wrong.” 
“What could you say that’s so wrong?” Addison frowned. “It sounds like he upset you.” 
“No.” Ronnie groaned and slid off the couch slightly. “I did something wrong. I had to have done something.” 
“Okay…” Callie hesitated. “What did you do wrong?” 
“I don’t know!” Ronnie whined. “But he’s been acting weird, and I can’t help but think it’s my fault because why else wouldn’t he be acting weird!” 
“Oh, sweetie.” Addison’s frown deepened, and she pulled Ronnie into a side hug. “It’s going to be okay. If you did something to bother Curt, he would tell you.” 
“I think it’s because I mentioned marriage…” Ronnie mumbled, playing with the hem of her oversized t-shirt. 
“You mentioned marriage?” Both girls gasped. 
“What? Isn’t dating supposed to be where you find your forever partner? It’s just courting, and humans have courted each other for centuries!” 
“No guy wants to hear about marriage.” Addison petted Ronnie’s hair. “Especially not at this age.” 
“But, what’s the point if you don’t want to spend the rest of your life with the one?” Ronnie frowned and shrunk in on herself. 
Callie and Addison exchanged knowing glances. Callie knew this would eventually become an issue for her friend. The two girls hugged Ronnie from either side, leaning their heads on her shoulders. 
“For all you know, Curt could be the one,” Callie spoke softly. “But, it’s best not to worry about who you want to spend the rest of your life with.” She chuckled. 
“Our lives have barely started to worry about all the other stuff,” Addison added. 
“But, isn’t marriage this big deal?” Ronnie furrowed her brows. “There was a reason why people married young ages ago. Why is it such a bad thing now?” 
“Times have changed,” Addison sighed and took Ronnie’s hand. “But, it’s sweet you’re trying to find the person you want to spend your life with.” The blonde glanced at Callie, who had her eyes closed. “Not many people think about the long term,” 
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Ronnie couldn’t sleep. She wouldn’t rest until whatever was between her and Curt was resolved. Unfortunately, this meant she was up all night waiting for her boyfriend to text her back after she sent him several texts asking if he was okay, if they could talk, or if he was mad at her. Addison decided it would be best to spend the day with Ronnie while Callie familiarized herself with Los Angeles. Addison braided Ronnie’s hair to keep it out of her face, and her blonde hair was in a high ponytail. Since Addison couldn’t watch Big Time Rush rehearse, she sat in the hallway. Ronnie shuffled into the dance studio and squinted at the bright lights. She was confused when Gustavo said she had to follow the guys there. She hadn’t set foot near the dance studio for the last month or so. Kendall, Logan, James, and Carlos wore grey shirts and sweatpants. 
A man in a sparkly gold cropped jacket, wearing a black leotard, black sweatpants, and a pink and grey sweatband around his forehead, turned to look at her. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. Ronnie didn’t know who he was, and she tensed up when he approached her. 
“No, no, no. When you walk into a room, you need to be flowing with confidence!” He gently pushed her shoulders back and adjusted her posture. Ronnie squeaked and froze like a deer in headlights. James told her about their dance instructor several times, but she never met him. 
Mr. X wasn’t that bad, but she did not want him to fix her posture again. Not until she was more acquainted with him. 
“Good, now get in line.” He clapped his hands together. 
Ronnie fell in line next to Logan, who did not look happy. 
“If it makes you feel better, I’m not the best dancer.” Logan leaned over and whispered to her. 
“That helps a little…” Ronnie nodded slowly. 
She wasn’t looking forward to learning the choreography with the guys, but she couldn’t disobey Gustavo. He had a temper, and she liked her job. It seemed like Logan was a far better dancer than she thought, which meant she was the worst dancer of the five of them. Although dancing wasn’t what she was hired for, she couldn’t wrap her head around why Gustavo wanted her to learn the choreography. Maybe he wanted her to help the guys rehearse outside of work? Or perhaps it was because they were on a time crunch. It had been two days since she and the producer finished another song. It seemed like the album was going to be completed before the deadline. At least, Ronnie hoped the album was finished early. But part of her worried about whether she would return to Vermont once the album was done. 
She built a life for herself in Los Angeles rather quickly, and if that were to come tumbling down, then what would she be without songwriting? Music was her livelihood. Songwriting ran through her veins and made her heartbeat in her ribcage. What was she without songwriting? Could she be anything without songwriting? Ronnie couldn’t forget about everything in Los Angeles. She couldn’t return to her quiet life in Stowe when she could make a name among the city's bright lights. 
“Woah!” 
Ronnie wasn’t thinking when she crashed into Kendall. Her caught her swiftly and chuckled awkwardly. 
“Are you okay?” 
“Yeah, yeah.” Ronnie nodded and found stable footing. “Sorry, I got stuck in my head.” 
“You look sad,” Kendall noted. “What were you thinking about–” 
“Less talking, more practicing!” Mr. X snapped his finger. 
Ronnie and Kendall stood at attention and stared wide-eyed at their instructor. 
“It appears we have someone even less experienced than Logan,” Mr. X frowned and shook his head. “But, alas, Gustavo said he would X-double my salary.” 
The tips of her ears tinted red, and she thought everyone was looking at her. It didn’t help that she could see their reflections in the mirror. Her mother had signed her up for ballet class once, and she hated every minute. In a way, the dance studio reminded her of the ballet studio in the basement. The mere thought of the dim lighting and the mirror on the wall made her skin crawl. The pink leotard was the worst. 
“You,” Mr. X pointed to Kendall. He grabbed the blonde’s upper arm and pulled him forward. “You will teach the girl the choreography. Maybe learning from a peer will help,” The Asian man wasn’t being mean on purpose. He took his job seriously. 
“Okay…” Kendall cleared his throat. 
As much as he didn’t like being put on the spot like this, he tried to shove that to the back of his mind. It would help anyone if he panicked and forgot the choreography, but it was as if every thought in his mind dissipated. Although he felt awkward dancing in front of his friends, he tried his best to recreate the steps Mr. X taught them despite how good he was at dancing. Ronnie had already lost her train of thought as she watched him. Her thoughts derailed themselves, and before she knew it, she was thinking about that dream she had when she was sick. Oddly enough, the lighting made her think of the ballroom. But why was she thinking about that dream again? 
Everything went quiet, and she realized Mr. X was looking at her expectantly. She hadn’t paid attention to Kendall’s dancing and was lost in her thoughts. Hesitantly, she tried to repeat what the dance instructor had been teaching her, but she tripped on her shoelace, which somehow united itself. Ronnie had never been that good of a dancer. Her aunt described her as someone with two left feet. Her aunt teased her so frequently about her inability to dance that she refused to dance at social functions, making her look awkward and lonely. She didn’t mind sitting alone as long as she didn’t subject herself to ridicule if she tried to dance. Likewise, she was expecting the same ridicule from anyone in the room, but no one snickered or whispered under their breath. Mr. X was disappointed, but he didn’t speak of his disappointment, which sewed a seed of fear into the pit of her stomach. 
All five of them were sweating and whining as they left the dance studio. Hair stuck to Ronnie’s forehead, and her sweatshirt hung around her shoulders. Addison looked up from her phone and raised a brow. 
“Was it that bad?” 
“I don’t want to dance again…” Logan whined. 
“That answers my question.” Addison giggled. 
Ronnie collapsed into one of the chairs and covered her face with her sweatshirt. Like the guys, she was covered in sweat from head to toe, but there was no doubt in her mind that her shirt wasn’t covered in sweat stains. 
“Heads up, citrus fruit water.” The songwriter knew Kendall would toss it to her for some reason. She pulled her sweatshirt off her face and caught the water. Considering it was tinted orange and the furniture in Rocque Records was white, it would be horrible if the water stained it. 
“Are dance rehearsals always this… Intense?” Ronnie sat up and unscrewed the cap. “I do not remember dance classes as a kid being this bad,” 
“Mr. X is X-treme,” James said, crossing his arms to make an X. “That’s his gimmick,” 
“He needs a new gimmick.” Logan groaned. He lounged across the couch, chest rising and falling erratically in an attempt to catch his breath. 
“I think his gimmick sounds fun!” Addison chirped. “Mr. X… That name sounds so flashy!” 
“Wait, when did she get here?” Carlos barely lifted his head. He was lying on the ground. 
“I’ve always been here,” Addison chuckled. “As Ronnie’s best friend, I can’t leave her alone in an unfamiliar place.” 
“Unfamiliar? She’s been here two months.” Kendall furrowed his brows. “Is this an excuse to hang out with the band?” 
“Not everything is about you,” Addison scoffed. “I’m here to provide emotional support!” Addison grinned from ear to ear. She placed her hands on Ronnie’s shoulders. “Last night, her date didn’t go so well, and I doubt any of you could provide an increment of emotional support.” 
“Hey!” James frowned. He took the most offense. “Is it because we’re guys?” 
“No, no.” Addison shook her head. “I’ve known her longer and would know the best way to help her.” 
“She’s the mom-friend,” Ronnie said after drinking half the citrus-flavored fruit water. She put the bottle down on the side table and fanned herself. 
“I wouldn’t call myself the mom-friend, but I just– I’m protective of Ronnie, I guess…” Addison smiled sheepishly and played with the songwriter’s hair absentmindedly. 
“Then, I tell her she doesn’t have to worry about me so much,” 
It was like they had been through this explanation a million times over. Carlos, James, Logan, and Kendall exchanged confused looks. They would never understand teenage girl friendships. 
“What do we have planned for the rest of the day?” Ronnie asked. “Because the last thing I want to do is get up from this chair.” 
“We have to practice our vocals,” Carlos pouted. 
“Yeah, and Gustavo will be upset we’re out of breath and tired.” Logan frowned. 
“Can’t you ask him for a break?” Addison asked. 
“This is our break,” James said as he stretched like a cat. 
“Oh.” The blonde girl blinked twice. “Okay,” 
“Usually, we spend our break in the cafeteria.” Kendall sat on the floor. He leaned against the chair James was occupying. “But I don’t want to get up either.” 
“I think you guys are being a little dramatic.” Kelly chastised as she walked past. “We need our choreography to be perfect for Griffin when he asks for the finalized album.” 
“That’s practically in two weeks!” Ronnie cried. “Gustavo and I are going as fast as we can,” 
“Yes, but a lot still needs to get done. Welcome to showbiz,” Kelly patted Ronnie’s arm. “You’re needed in recording studio A,” she said, looking down at her watch. “Twenty minutes.” 
A chorus of groans responded to her statement, and Kelly walked away, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor. Addison furrowed her brows and scratched her chin. 
“How do I get you guys energized?” She looked around the area as if it would give her any hints. “Sandwiches! Would sandwiches help?” 
“You don’t have to–” 
“I want to help!” Addison interrupted Ronnie. “After an extreme workout, you need fuel. You’ve already tried to cool down with water, so now, you need food!” 
James whined in response, and he threw his head back. 
“Coach always says you can’t expect your body to do much on an empty stomach.” Addison’s eyes sparkled. “I’ll be right back!” Her sneakers skidded on the floor as she raced down the hallway. 
“Your friend is so peppy,” Carlos commented. 
“She has to be. She’s a cheerleader,” Ronnie responded. 
“You’re friends with a cheerleader?” Kendall’s brows shot up to his hairline. “What’s next? You’re friends with a football player?” 
“Yes, actually. TJ is a football player and my friend.” Ronnie sat up and leaned against the arm of the chair. “Most of the people I’m friends with have shared classes with me for a while.” 
“What? So, were new students ever introduced?” Kendall leaned forward. 
“Not really,” Ronnie shrugged. “Not many people move to Stowe, Vermont, unless they want to escape the city.” 
“You were in a small town?” Carlos asked. “Cool!” 
“It was small,” Ronnie laughed. “I lived within walking distance of the high school, and the high school was within walking distance of  my job at the ice rink.” 
“Wait, wait, wait.” Kendall’s eyes widened. “You worked at an ice rink, but you’ve never been ice skating?” 
“I never had time. I always went from school to work and then home.” Ronnie scratched the nape of her neck. “It wasn’t like I had a problem with that schedule. I was content with the routine.”
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cursedvaultss · 1 year ago
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Talbott Winger x Calliope Black
D'Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai as Talbott
India Eisley as Calliope
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encrucijada · 2 months ago
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oc kiss week, prompt: tender clio/kratos (she's history,)
“What do you think?” Clio asks, touching her fingers to the necklace in front of the mirror and then turning so Kratos doesn’t have to look at it through the reflection. In rose gold light, lining the frame in coin-sized bulbs.
“You’re beautiful,” Kratos says, standing and maintaining the place next to the door. He’s been unmoving all through the last two hours of prep, watching her twirl around and choosing. Coming in and out of the bathroom that still smells of hyacinths and vanilla. Padding bare feet and then feet in black stockings, bathrobe then dress, loose hair then pinned with the space left for the wreath of purple gemstone flowers. Nude lips, red lips, the red-purple of undiluted wine.
Her lips stretch and part for her smile. “I know you think that,” Clio says, “but I mean this necklace in specific. Do you think it’ll upstage Calliope?”
Clio, second of the Muses. Her older sister and best friend wears the golden tiara and stands at the centre of the stage. Hearing Calliope is like hearing a word said to perfection every time, she’s the size of great poems. Hearing Clio is like screaming someone glory, someone praises.
“If a necklace managed to upstage someone like your sister,” Kratos says, “I’d be worried something might have happened to her and we were in the presence of an impostor.”
“And that would be your fault,” Clio says, and keeps the necklace on.
For getting distracted with you I could join Prometheus. What organ would Zeus remove everyday from me? What animal would he use to do it?
“I’m ready.” Clio grabs her bag, that shimmery shawl too. Like draping the night sky over her shoulders.
Her high heels give her the extra inches to reach him with ease. He tastes the wine colouring her mouth, smells the hyacinths of her perfume. He wants to bite but that would ruin her work of the past forty minutes and they’re on a schedule. She has people to sing in front of before dinner. (Why should Zeus hire entertainment when his daughters make a choir?)
“Did your lipstick rub on me?”
“A bit.” Clio rubs a fingernail on the corner of his mouth. “Right here.”
Wiping the corner of her mouth where it smudged out of line, not his, Kratos says: “Leave it, let’s go.”
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maraa755 · 5 months ago
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'My Marauders' - Mood Boards (Part Two)
(J.P., R.L., S.B. x OC)
'My Marauders' Masterlist General Masterlist
Info + Mood Boards (Part One) - Link! Mood Boards (Part Three) - Link! Chapter One, 'Hide-and Seek' - Link!
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izzylovesyou2022 · 2 years ago
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Poetic Love~ Mat Barzal (pt 2)
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The aroma of spaghetti filled the house as Mat walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He laughed quietly to himself and stopped at the fridge.
"Spaghetti again, starshine? Why am I not surprised?"
Calliope turned from the stove, one hand popped up against her hip, and narrowed her green eyes at Mat.
"Hmm, and this coming from someone who ordered take-out every day before I lived with you, sir?"
Mat had the decency to pretend to look embarrassed at her words and crossed his arms over his chest, his lips drawn into a pout.
"Aww, c'mon, starshine! You know I can't cook as well as you! You make the best food."
Calliope could only roll her eyes and reached down to turn down the temperature of the stove. She bit her lips to try and hide her smile.
"Then maybe you can help me cook tonight, Mattie. After all, I can't do all of it!"
Mat's shoulders slumped in mock defeat as he made his way over to the stove.
"Looks like you've already got the meat in there," he said, taking the spoon Calliope handed him and started to work on breaking up the meat.
The twitching lips was the only response Mat got from his friend as her hands worked on opening the tomato cans sitting on the counter.
"Well, yeah, I know how much you like your meat, Mattie."
Mat didn't catch the look down Calliope sent his way and instead laughed.
"Us hockey players have too, starshine. Can't be strong without meat," he stated, taking the can of diced tomatoes she handed him and pouring it into the pot.
Calliope shrugged her shoulders in an "eh, whatever" kind of way and tossed the can opener into the sink.
"Besides, Mattie, I'm part Italian, and us Italians like our pasta and our pizza."
Mat made no reply to her comment and instead took the next can of diced tomatoes she handed him.
Calliope scooted the last can of tomatoes in the direction of the stove and pushed herself up onto the counter, smiling.
"It's so peaceful like this, Mattie," she said, swinging her legs like someone who needs constant movement often did, "when we're cooking together."
Mat squeezed her knee with gentle fingers and poured the sauce into the pot.
"It is nice," he admitted, looking at Calliope from under his eyelashes while stirring the sauce around, "it stops me from being a hockey player for a while and makes me just...Mat."
Calliope reached out her hand and plucked a piece of dust from Mat's hair.
"Oops, I know you don't like things in your hair, Mattie," she giggled out, slipping off the counter to throw the dust away.
"....except for your hands," Mat whispered, but Calliope didn't hear him. She got distracted by grabbing plates and forks from the cabinets and setting up the table.
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affinitystoryblog · 4 months ago
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# 2 and 5 for sinni and scilla!
2. Is there a meaning behind their name, or a particular reason why they have it? (either in the story, or why you as the author decided to give them their name)
so sinie and csilla have always been to halves of the same soul ever since the story was created. so when the story was first in its fetus stages, it was very much inspired by greek mythology (as still seen with urania and calliope, i kept their names the same and i kept them sisters, kinda like how i see the muses in greek mythology) and so csilla's name was Mnemosyne. (i quickly changed this which i will get to in a minute) so i wanted a connection with their names, so i took the last bit of mnemosyne, syne, and made "sinie". sinie's name never changed, its not short for anything, her name is Sinie Castellano. and i gave them some random last names when i rewrote the story to its current version back in 2020 haha.
csilla's name is one i did a bit more digging for tbh. i wanted to change it because i was moving away from the strict greek inspirations, so i went to me old friend Behind The Name and found the hungarian name Csilla, meaning star i or something like that. it was cute and i thought it fit :)
5. Does their fashion sense reflect an aspect of their personality? (ie bright and colorful outfits symbolizing that they’re an upbeat person)
Sinie
so sinie is a Jock Lesbian, but she also likes being a girl and is very girly-pop so she does embrace femininity but she does lean more towards shorts or overalls or pants or pantsuits, but does like the occasional skirt. definitely not much of a dress girl tho. she definitely pairs her converse with a skirt too
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some art of the fashion ive drawn her in
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and heres a peek at her pinterest board :)
Csilla
csilla on the other hand has sort of two different aesthetics in her fashion. you see, csilla has a persona she shows other people at first. she has a lot riding on her future because her parents plan on leaving their huge beauty corporation to their kids, her older brother being the head of the company and csilla would take over her mother's position as the main model and face of the company. csilla came from the city to golden falls where book 1 takes place which is a relatively smaller town based around my hometown. big enough to be considered a a city in its own right, but not really a big city. it has residential areas, a downtown where most everything happens, a main strip where all the businesses are, yet little hidden gem shops hidden around the town.
with that context, csilla has her i'm-trying-to-impress-people look, and then her actual style. so her proper girl-next-door aesthetic that is approved by her parents is her more business casual attire. form fitting, but not revealing, not too flashy, and still professionally appealing.
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and then u have her more pastel punk style because csilla is a rocker girl. she likes skateboarding, hard music, the color black, and she really really wants a piercing and a couple tattoos.
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still form fitting, but more layers and accessories, more skin is also revealed and its a little rougher.
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lil peek of her pinterest board :)
oc asks
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