#oc: carlow

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Cecilio (Tithes for Utopia)

You don't get context for this. It does exist, and will be established. Eventually.

Big thanks to my beta reader, @brutal-nemesis!

CWs: Vomiting, "It" used as a dehumanizing pronoun along with some general dehumanization, religious themes, food.

Characters: Cecilio, Carlow, Cyrus, (Ilma, mentioned)

Cecilio woke up as he did every morning - aching, sickened, and exhausted. Trying to sleep on the thin pile of musty hay that they called his “bed” was a torture in and of itself (but, as always, that was the point, wasn’t it?). Despite being here for… however long he had been here for, he had yet to find an even semi-comfortable way to sleep in his glorified concrete closet. There was no position that didn’t leave him sore or covered in splinters or cold or vulnerable or any mixture of those. 

If there was one thing he had figured out though, it was their pattern, and when the door unlocked and groaned open, he was not surprised to see Carlow. He wore his ever-present warm smile, which would deceive anyone that didn’t know him. The warmth was not directed towards anyone but himself. The coolness of his eyes were for those around him.

In this specific moment, it was for Cecilio.

“I don’t have all day.” He said.

Cecilio sat up at attention, holding back a groan as he did so, trying to hide the soreness in his body. He wouldn’t put it past Carlow to use it against him. 

He limped behind Carlow through the compound, remembering to keep his head lowered, Carlow was the one who would punish him the most severely for not showing deference, after all. He noted that they passed the “special room” meaning whatever Carlow had planned for him today did not require a lot of set up, or maybe it did, but he wanted to hurt him in a new way while he did set it up. The only thing at the end of this hallway was the workshop.

Cecilio was allowed to use the restroom in the back of the workshop, a “privilege” for which he had to thank Carlow excessively for. He tried not to lick his lips too much while he washed his hands. Carlow would know if he drank any water without permission, so his thirst would have to wait.

When he returned, he was directed towards a foam mat in the center of the room, where he obediently sat, wondering what sort of new way to torture him the priests of the compound had cooked up.

“Now,” Carlow said, turning to address him, “close your eyes.”

Cecilio obeyed.

“You are going to keep those closed until I tell you, explicitly, that you are allowed to open them. If I see them open, I will glue them shut. Understand?”

Cecilio nodded.

That seemed enough for Carlow, who, by the sound of it, turned heel and walked over to the workbench directly across from where Cecilio sat. There was a metallic sound, and then something like sawing, and he strained his ears, trying to figure out what it was.

Truly, it could be any number of things. The “special room” was for tortures that needed a dedicated space, like the puzzles and challenges they enjoyed forcing him to do, but it wasn’t the only space they used. There was a reason the workshop had drains on the floor, and anchors for chains and manacles throughout the room. They kept the hammers and batons side-by side in here, and both could be used to hurt him.

The sawing sound abruptly stopped, and Cecilio stiffened as he felt Carlow’s footsteps approaching…

Only to go right past him to throw something in a drawer behind him, rummage, and walk back.

Apparently there was some kind of preparation involved here, but Cecilio had no idea what it was. Was he preparing or modifying one of the tools? Which one? Was he building something?

Keeping his eyes closed and being still was as difficult now as it would be if he were in a cage of starving alligators. His instincts told him that fleeing was the best option here, but this wasn’t a large predator trying to eat him. Worse, in fact, because then he would be killed, but the creatures who inhabited this lair would never let him die so easily. No matter how he begged.

He took a breath, trying to calm his mind, at least a little bit. If he could figure out what Carlow was doing, it might make today a little more bearable. He could mentally prepare for it, as much as one can do such a thing.

There was that ever present sawing noise, one he realized sounded actually closer to filing. Carlow was sharpening something, perhaps? A knife? A saw?

“They say thinking too much causes wrinkles”

He almost jumped up and opened his eyes at that. He was so deep in thought he hadn’t noticed that Carlow was now standing right over him, judging by the sound of his voice and the way Cecilio’s hairs stood on end. He could practically picture his amused face at Cecilio’s reaction.

He felt Carlow’s attention divert from him as a door opened to Cecilio’s left.

“I brought the stuff.” Came a voice, Cyrus, he recognized quickly.

“Thank you.” Carlow said, taking something and setting it down on a table somewhere along the wall in front of Cecilio.

He felt a new presence in front of him, Cyrus was likely crouching down in front of him, their eyes burning his skin as they looked him over.

“It’s kept its eyes closed so far?” They asked, and he could hear the amusement in their voice. Everything was amusing, everything was a joke. The world was a show for them to watch, and Cecilio had found himself playing the part of comedy relief.

Carlow must’ve given some sort of affirmation.

“Good Cici” Cecilio jerked as Cyrus began “petting” his greasy hair.

“Please don’t tell me you’re adopting Ilma’s nickname for it, too.” groaned Carlow, and it seemed like he was talking with his mouth half-full.

“It rolls off the tongue a lot better than ‘sacrifice’, don’t you think?” Cyrus said, “Plus, it’s so cute, it matches it perfectly.”

Carlow gave no verbal response, but took a few steps forward until he was once again right next to Cecilio.

The sound of chewing. Ah, so he was eating. The smell of peanut butter and jelly wafted down, and despite himself, Cecilio’s stomach growled.

“Awww,” Cyrus cooed, “the doggy’s hungry.”

“That’s a given, considering it hasn't eaten since yesterday morning.” Carlow responded before walking away.

“I don’t see the point in feeding it today, it’ll probably throw it all up anyway. I bet Lana it would.”

“Why you ever imagined you could win a bet against Lana is beyond me.” Carlow said, now back at the table from the other side of the room.

Cecilio felt Cyrus’s presence leave his vicinity, and Carlow’s re-enter it.

“There is a bowl of water in front of you,” Carlow said, finally addressing him. As though he hadn’t been discussing him like an interesting lamp for the past few minutes.

“You may drink from it, but you are still not to open your eyes. Understood?” Carlow continued.

Cecilio nodded.

“Good. Drink.”

With that command, Cecilio began lapping, grateful that it was actually water that met his tongue, at this point though, he wasn’t sure if he would’ve stopped if it wasn’t.

Lapping up water was, of course, a terribly inefficient way for a human to drink. As much water as he got in his mouth was flicked off his tongue.

The water bowl was pulled away, and he almost followed it, suppressing a whine. He had only had enough to wet his tongue and dull the headache he didn’t know he had.

He didn’t have too long to mourn though, as a sliver of metal pushed past his lips. He opened his mouth obediently, the grainy taste of dry dog food meeting his tongue when the spoon was pulled away.

“Chew.” came the command, and he did so, though much less enthusiastically than when he had lapped at the water. Admittedly, he thought as he swallowed, it was nice to have something in his stomach again.

A few grueling, sandy bites later and he was allowed to lap at the water bowl again, grateful to wash the taste out of his mouth and the grit from his teeth. 

Once again, though, right before he was satisfied, it was taken away again.

His displeasure was not unnoticed, it seemed.

“Don't worry, buddy, I'm sure it'll taste just as good coming up.” Cyrus said, harshly tousling his hair so hard they pulled out some strands in the process.

Cyrus stayed around chatting idly for a while. Whatever they and Carlow said were lost on Cecilio, as he retreated to his own mind again.

Behind his eyelids, light started to dance, and he genuinely couldn’t tell if it was his own mind creating the image, or if something was happening before him. A thought slipped through his periphery, maybe they had drugged him? To what end, he didn’t know. It was past lunch time, now, Carlow didn't “do” snacks. Whatever he was preparing took all morning, at least. Perhaps he was building a puzzle. Perhaps Cecilo would open his eyes inside a delicately placed structure, where one move could send him to a world of pain. It wouldn't even be the first time. However, Cyrus thought whatever they had planned for him would cause him to throw up, out of pain, or anxiety, he didn't know. That probably meant it was either something he hadn't seen before, or something so horrible that even if he did know it, there was no way to prepare.

The snippets of conversation happening around him gave him no clue, either. They would speak sparingly, about the weather, their tasks, Cecilio’s other torturers, but seemed equally content to do… whatever they were doing in silence. In fact, it had grown much quieter than it had been all morning. Cecilio no longer had any indication of what it was they were doing, aside from a faint smell he could not place, that made his nose wrinkle.

On top of that, Cecilio’s lower body was starting to go numb. Sitting in one position for hours on end, only a thin foam mat between him and the concrete floor, was worsening the aches from this morning. He didn’t dare shift, not when he still didn’t know if there was something waiting to hurt him should he move. His mouth was dry and his head was light. His stomach lurched, coaxed by the smell and the overwhelming silence that bore down on him.

He had just enough time to lean forwards, hands holding him up on the mat, before the meager contents of his stomach barreled back out, burning his mouth on its way. It took all his willpower to keep his eyes squeezed shut as he coughed up the last of the bile.

A beat of silence.

“I’ve just won a bet.” Cyrus said.

“Huh.” was all Carlow said in response, before dropping whatever it was he was doing and approaching Cecilio.

Despite himself, he whined. He knew he’d be punished for this, but it was almost a relief. He’d take anything they could do to him if it meant an end to this horrible waiting.

He felt a rag swipe roughly over his chin before a hand grabbed it, lifting it up.

“Open your eyes for me, Sacrifice.” was Carlow’s command.

He frantically glanced around him, finally hoping to know what they wanted to do to him that would take so long.

There was nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary save for some of the leather whips that Cyrus appeared to be polishing.

He looked back at Carlow, whose face was full of mirth. 

“Sometimes the anticipation of suffering is the worst part of it, don’t you think?” He asked.

He wasn’t… it didn’t… he had been fearing all day for… nothing?

“I was actually just planning on getting some maintenance done here in the workshop all day. See how long you could go… after all, why build this up so far just to give you relief? Lady Omelas would not be very happy with that, now would she?”

Cecilio felt overwhelmed. The bile that stung his nose made his eyes wet.

“But,” Carlow continued, “You did sully that mat, and the floor, and I can’t even have you clean it up, you’d just be in my way. I still have a lot to do, you know. However, I’m sure Cyrus would be delighted to chaperone you for the rest of the day.”

Cyrus’s eyes lit up, and they approached Cecilio eagerly, like a dog given a new chew toy.

“I think that that’s a wonderful idea,” Cyrus said, “especially now that all the knives are nice and sharp.”

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D I X I E ✦ C A R L O W ft sadie sink. ©ultraviolence & depechess.

ginger hair, pumpkin spice latte, books lover ((frankenstein & mary shelley)), edwin in her heart, in love with shell, plants mama.

" Une tornade qui pourtant malgré sa colère envers le monde, possède une douceur pour ceux qui arrivent à la surprendre et gagner sa confiance. Jeune femme hypersensible, doté d'une empathie certaine qui parfois lorsqu'elle est confronté à trop d'interactions sociales, ressent le besoin d'isolement pour recharger ses batteries de patience et d'amabilité. Grande rêveuse, perdue dans ses fictions qu'elle dégote en librairie toujours plus anciennes. Un peu bourrin, loin d'être romantique ou sociable, elle reste toujours à l'écart. " on behind the veil.

[linseymiller]

It’s recently occurred to me that the characters in your books are your OCs, and I LOVE to talk about my OCs, so is there anything about Lord Ruby (or the rest of the Left Hand) that wasn’t shared in the books, but you Know and want to share? 👀 (still obsessed with Mask of Shadows)

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So much of my little thoughts are lost to time (by which I mean in notebooks on my shelf), but thank you for asking this, @sarcastic-fandomtastic-dragon!

Here are some general facts. Some I’ve talked about before and some I maybe haven’t:

Emerald had a pet squirrel in Ruin of Stars. She nursed it back to health after Five nearly killed it, and trained it to sit on her shoulder and fetch small things for her.

If the series had been a trilogy (it should not have been, but regardless), then Ruby and Sal would have spent book two developing a very close mentor-mentee bond.

Isidora is pregnant in Ruin and her son is named Rodolfo.

Rodolfo/Ruby was Nicolas’s apprentice when he was still at school.

Maud’s the sole provider for her and her siblings, and one absolutely adores Sal.

Amethyst is not from Erlend or Alona. She auditioned for her role after traveling through Erlend after the war (which she fought in) and witnessing an assassination attempt on Isidora while visiting Nic’shome. Amethyst was the only one who noticed Emerald killing the assassin.

Emerald was 100% aware that Amethyst was there and saw, and it was not an accident that Amethyst was told about the auditions by her employer once the old Amethyst retired.

The world of Mask of Shadows is the same world as the book I wrote before Mask. That story took place in Berengard and involved a magical smallpox, eight murdered gods and one god who was too busy reading to get murdered, and the origin of the shadows (called whispers in Berengard).

Some of those who went on to create Erlend were kicked out of Berengard because they tried to conquer it after accidentally destroying their own country.

In this world, immortality is usually a punishment. The time is meant to be spent atoning for past crimes.

In Belle, Laurence and Estrel foresaw their deaths and planned for them. They did not plan for Emilie and Annette.

Laurence’s mother was at the executions.

Emilie and Annette should really open that box.

In What We Devour, Crown of Strangling Vines reveals that he’s the Vile that cursed the original holder of Carlow’s curse, and he’s being honest when he tells her that it shouldn’t have gone on for so long. He was friends with a wrought and her wife back before the Door and Moon were created when Noble and Vile still existed in the world, but they were killed during a disagreement about the nature of wrought. He believed all of their children had been killed and cursed the person who had killed them. That’s the origin of Carlow’s curse.

He was locked behind the Door before he realized how long and how horrible the curse would be.

Alistair's boyfriend was one of several people Alistair tried to get close to, but he doesn't understand that his social and political power is a threat even when he is not being actively threatening, so his relationships never lasted long.

Delmond Creek was far older than he let on, cursed by the Noble Crown of A Time For All Seasons, and he did legitimately hate Carlow.

Vines was one of the first Vile to make a deal with mortals to prevent them from devouring him and to stop mortals from being wiped out. He didn’t want mortals to die because he thought they were fun. Now, though, he understands why they try to live forever and just dreads the day his latest crop of mortal acquaintances dies.

Franziska Carlow is never going to die unless she wants to. Lorena's on thin ice (if the ice is immortality). Vines likes Basil but knows they would hate immortality.

Noble sought perfect order to the point of physically altering whatever wasn’t perfect according to them, and that included mortals in mind, body, and soul. There’s a lot of body horror in that lore.

The lore of the Noble and Vile overlaps with another series I want to write, and if I do get to write it, there will be nods to Vines and Carlow in there.

If ice cream existed in Devour, Basil’s favorite would be mint chip.

And ignore the poor writing but enjoy the terrible rhyming.

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My OC Sunjin if he went to Hogwarts!

He’s very reserved and calculating, true neutral for the most part, but willing to break the rules if need be. 

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Tell Me Those Aren't Mine Doodle (2014)

Rook thinks he's funny. The twins are not impressed.

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The Barrow river at St Mullins, Carlow, Ireland. [OC] (3872 x 2592) via /r/EarthPorn https://ift.tt/34cc1uF

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Hey whomst’soever would like to hear about the self-insert SC fanfic I wrote and nearly published aged nine?

Too bad! Here we go!

My OC was a very cool lion named Felix. He wore a purple cape, and... I don’t think anything else? The cape was held together with a brooch and, for some ungodly reason, the brooch was capable of extending these long, thin murder tentacles. This was Felix’s primary (only) form of combat. Sometimes he walked around on them like a spider.

Felix was a very wealthy and famous and clever and great inventor with a big office building in Boston, because that was an American city I could name that was not New York.

Felix’s backstory was... many generations ago, one of his ancestors (there was a gag about stacking the “great”s before “grandfather”), just a typical lion from Ireland, was working in a quarry and found a crystal inside a rock. Something something, wealthy and powerful from then on, something something, lived in Carlow Castle before some guy blew half of it up.

[That’s true, btw. The castle in my hometown was half blown up. By some guy.]

Being wealthy and successful and generally well set-up in life, Felix naturally... joined the Cooper Gang to commit crimes? If he had a solid, specific motivation for doing so, it is lost to the Mists of Time. I think, being a self-insert, the motivation was simply “I think you guys are really cool and I wanna hang out!!!!”

Here’s where the plot would be, if I had one Yeah, nine year olds aren’t the best at strict plotting, so 90% of the “““story””” is just a blank hole. I intended to make it up as I went (ha ha sure kiddo). But I do know how it would’ve ended.

Felix’s identity - oh, his surname was Quartz! Felix Quartz! That’s where the fucking crystal thing came in - yeah, Felix’s identity is public so after the adventure is over Carmelita just goes straight to his office and is like “I’m arresting you now” (fair)

And Felix Felix fucking says “Actually, sweetie, I designed and made your shock pistol?? And a bunch of other stuff Interpol uses?? So therefore I cannot go to jail :3c” And Carmelita’s like “Oooooh!! You Are Right! Grr! >:C” and leaves

As far as I recall, my older sister - bless her - tried to explain to me how this was not a sweet Booyah moment and instead a chilling image of capitalism completely circumventing the justice system, but 9yo!me was having none of it.

Anyway, yeah. The only reason this isn’t online is because I typed up the first chapter straight into FF .net - like they specifically tell you not to do - and when I was finished and hit “Submit” the connection had timed out and I lost everything. Undaunted, I shrugged and said I’d redo it later. I never did.

And for that, I am eternally grateful.

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A new part!! :D

Johnny belongs to @hollow-jack

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Mini art dump hehe

The white haired guy belongs to @hollow-jack

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I'ma be real I kinda forgot to post even though I was on one hell of a grind drawing lol

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Another animatic while I work on finishing a commission and more parts :)

Johnny belongs to @hollow-jack

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ArtFight icons :>

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Hey hey!! I made a lil quick animatic :D

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More little guys!! :D

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Reverse Tentacle Hentai Sketch (2014)

Full NSFW available here [X]