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Three new WIPs for The Silver Chronicles. Guess what? They're another set of AUs. Because I have too many ideas to explore that just can't fit in the main story of Silva's Hope and Old Dusk (aka canon Deputy Silva's story). The first two also introduce two new OCs that can't appear in the main story, while the last one is my take on the Omegaverse. You can read below the cut:

First AU is what I've abridged as "Vengeful!Silva AU"; essentially, the gist of it is that Paul becomes doubtful of his own ability as a parental figure after the Enforcer's first assault on the Minas, and worried for Sylvester's safety, decides she needs to leave the Archipiélagos, out of Adam's reach (as opposed to the main story where the attack resulted in Paul only doubling down in his role as a father to Sylvester and training her to defend herself should the worst come to pass). Sylvester is less than pleased as Elsa is still under Adam's grasp, in addition to the fact the young teenager just got accustomed to the Tumultite community, but Paul promises to save Elsa and reunite with Sylvester once the revolt is over. A coven of witches sail to the Archipiélagos, Paul gives them Sylvester, and they sail to regroup with their fellow sisters in Montana (eventually leading Sylvester and the coven to Hope County). Sylvester is a fellow coven member for many of her adolescence, and though she deeply misses her former community and family, she becomes accustomed to the witches strange practices, especially when she attempts to fill the absence of a parental figure (that both Adam and Paul left) with the Head Coven Priestess, Lillith. However, as Sylvester grows up, Lillith becomes distant to her for undisclosed reasons before ultimately sending Sylvester away to Eden's Gate in a form of a treaty between the Project and Coven. Sylvester does not handle this well, but she accepts it as she doesn't really have a choice in the matter. Almost a woman now, Sylvester joins Eden's Gate. The reason Joseph takes her in is because the Voice lied about how "she was a gift to him, a second chance to be a father to a daughter" (in truth the Voice would rather have Silva dead, but it wasn't going to fumble the opportunity to have Sylvester under its surveillance and likely manipulation), and well, for Joseph whatever the Voice says must be passed. While Sylvester isn't a fan of Eden's Gate' strict rules and doesn't necessarily feel like she belongs, she gives it a chance, and quickly attaches herself to Joseph when he offered parental affection (thanks to Adam, Paul and now Lillith all giving her up, Sylvester developed abandonment issues here). She likely doesn't develop a strong bond nor interact with John and Jacob (nor Faith!Lana) as much (especially while they're busy establishing the Project). Note that timeline-wise, this is the early years of the Project; likely year one, so Bliss and Faith!Rachel aren't around yet and likely Joseph here would have Sylvester be an unofficial and not yet renamed, "Faith", even if there is a current Faith in the form of Lana. Until Lana is killed to vacate the role for Sylvester... which doesn't end up happening as Sylvester unfortunately witnessed the murder scene happen. Sylvester takes whatever she can and leaves; the Project, the county, the state, everything. Until she gets to a state and county far, far, FAR away from Joseph in a new city with a new life and a new name; that being, Silva.

Joseph is... heartbroken over Sylvester's disappearance, while Jacob and John are worried that wherever she is, she'll report them. The Voice, however, tells Joseph it'll handle this... by influencing the world to coordinate a domino effect that results in an abandoned military mill to activate one ICBM under the city Silva is residing in, resulting in the city to collapse and a lot of casualties and destruction. When news reaches Montana, the Voice confirms that Silva's been dealt with and plays it off as "a sign" the Collapse is coming and uses it to urge Joseph to urge his followers "to prep faster for the Reaping". Years later, Joseph and his family await for his fated arrest, and the "Hell that Follows the Whitehorse". What a shock it is that it turns out to be Silva, who survived the Voice's most heinous assassination attempt yet. Although scarred from the experience of surviving a disaster and crawling her way through the physical representation of hell, she's never been more motivated to go after Joseph, under the (reasonable) belief that it was Joseph who set up her demise, and she is really determined in ensuring Joseph suffers. Anyway, that's the gist of the story. The snippet below is a wounded Silva being cornered by Terry and some other of John's men who recognize who she is. They're about to transport Silva, when two unlikely saviors appear out of nowhere (one being the introduction of Margarett, former kickass Prophet Hunter, and now a very cranky physically-augmented one-armed old woman, while the other is Azriel, who Silva bumped into earlier). Enjoy: [CW: Minor description of graphic violence/gore and nameless Peggie death]

Terry sneered down at her, almost repulsed by her words, even if their newest drug slurred her words strangely.

Silva could not blame his reaction; all he knew was that she, a traitor, had returned to unjustly take Joseph away from them and bring about the Garden's destruction without cause.

For all he knew, she was saying nothing more than baseless accusations, especially with how their drug disallowed her from speaking deceptions. She could not fault him for that.

She could only critique him for his blindness to perpetuating another's misdeeds and other's suffering.

"Call in an envoy so we can take this Sinner back to John," Terry ordered one of his fellow Peggies, "I'm sure he'll be ecstatic about marking our misguided sister with her sins."

Silva observed as one Peggie called into his radio while another passed Terry what seemed to be some kind of dart.

He replaced his revolved with a different type of pistol, and inserted the dart into it. Cocking the hammer back, Terry aimed it at Silva's leg, towards the exposed wound.

And now they'll take me to John. Although it wasn't part of her plan, she had anticipated she'd require to meet the region's herald sooner or later. She wondered if these captures will let her come face-to-face with Joseph again, but she couldn't be certain.

The heralds had their own methods of conversions, it seemed unlikely Joseph would be overseeing everything she'd be in, even with their history.

Huffing, knowing there was only one way to find out, the woman slackened her shoulders as she relaxed, closing her eyes as she awaited for Terry to sedate her.

She heard an unexpectedly loud bang, which immediately alarmed Silva. Opening her eyes, she noted Terry clutching his red-stained hand that had blood profusely bleeding from the hole in his palm. His dart gun had clattered off somewhere else.

The Peggies turned their attention towards the direction where the shot came from. Silva followed their gazes toward the greenhouse they had chased her through, the canister of their peculiar drug still knocked over and releasing the green mist in front of the entrance.

Although obscured, there clearly was a large figure making their way through the mist.

The peggies took aim with their rifles, shouting out to the approaching figure, until four more bullets were fired, hitting their weapons or limbs, disarming them.

Holding a strangely designed pistol, or perhaps a revolver, the figure stepped through the mist unaffected, revealing herself to be an aged woman, if freakishly tall and broad. She had to be at least a head-and-a-half taller than Silva's own biological father. Her grey auburn hair was wrapped into a messy bun, with strands of locks loosened near the forefront of her face.

Her skin was grey and wrinkled, but it was odd, almost unnatural in a way. She narrowed her only eye at the Peggies, lifting her upper chapped lip to compliment her scowl.

Scars adorned her face, large slashes across where her other eye used to be, the skin already healed over the socket. Unlike Silva's dysfunctional eye; although she could barely see through it, the blindspot was obvious, and burn scars similar to Jacob's own adorned that area.

The older woman wore a large ragged cloak over her broad form; concealing what she wore underneath, and most obvious to Silva was how it hid her other arm, to her blissed out confusion. She noted the woman wore dirt covered boots, and that a large staff-like weapon was strapped behind her back.

Her unexpected savior cocked the hammer back as she proceeded to throw it in the air to Silva's direction.

"For your quarter-to-six," her savior gruffly stated, reaching for the staff behind her as a Peggie brought out a bat and ran towards her. She effortlessly dodged the swing, and gave a swift kick to the Peggie's side as she removed the staff from her back and adjusted her grip when another Peggie ran up to her.

Silva's brows furrowed from her strange words, until she heard the resounding footsteps of three other guards of Eden's Gate Greenhouse somewhere behind her.

If we're going by the analogy of a clock, she's twelve, which makes me six, and that means... Silva swiftly spun to her right, and fired the pistol. It hit it's mark in a shocked Peggie's chest, stumbling back with his heart blown out, momentarily stunning his companions from the shock.

She cocked the hammer back to fire again, but only an empty click greeted her when pulling the trigger.

Huffing in annoyance, she took advantage of the Peggies stillness, and ran up to the closest one, despite the pain in her leg. One of the Peggie's, a woman, shook from her shock too late when her forehead met the large barrel, knocking her out cold.

Silva swung for her other companion, but the Peggie had enough senses to dodge the attack, and proceeded to kick her wounded leg.

A flash of pain erupted from her leg and she soon felt the butt of his rifle hit the back of her shoulder.

Crumbling down to the dirt floor, she turned over just for the Peggie's foot to pin her chest down, rifle aimed threateningly at her.

Not risking sudden movements, both Silva and the Peggie turned their attention towards the crowd once they heard an undignified scream.

Her ally had snapped the arm of one of Terry's guards in the wrong angle with an effective kick from her knee, before shoving him aside. Around her was one guard retching and groaning as he cradled his stomach, another whose face was against the wall with smears of red trailing down to her still, kneeling position, and her first attacker with the bat was steadily returning up.

Silva noted the pained groaning of the woman she dispatched earlier, much to her own chagrin at the fact.

Worse yet, the Peggie above her was aiming his rifle as his bigger target began effortlessly blocking the swinging hits of his companion's bat with her staff, waiting for an opening.

Silva tried to struggle underneath him but it didn't deter the Peggie.

Until-

"Hey!" a young voice shouted, breaking both Silva and the Peggie's concentration as they searched for it's owner, "Catch!"

A familiar weapon slid towards Silva; her retractable dagger, the one she lost earlier.

Swiftly swiping it, she stabbed it into the Peggie's Achilles tendon, earning a shout of pain above her before she sliced out of it, causing the Peggie to stumble off her. She didn't let him fall though, not yet, as she lunged forwards, embedding the blade into his stomach, and slashing outwards.

Leaving the Peggie to marvel at his own river of blood and entrails, Silva made her way over to his awaking companion. Just as the woman lifted her head, the last thing she witnessed was Silva's thrusting the blade down onto her forehead.

Silva retracted the blade, letting the corpse fall over. Glancing around, she spotted a familiar face; the child, or rather, the girl she had saved from Eden's Gate grasp, watching her in awe from the side of the admin building. Attaching the retracted dagger onto her belt where it belonged, she gave the girl a quizzical head tilt before a small smile tugged up, a giving the child a nod in gratitude.

The girl's blue eyes shined from the apparent praise and approval.

Silva turned to see how her ally was doing, and saw the older woman had kneed the bat-wielding Peggie in the shin, then the face; once, twice, a third relented his grip of his bat, before finishing him off with a knee to his neck, which left a crunch that made Silva's expression twitch and the Peggie's head in an odd angle.

The Peggie that had been hit in the stomach had gotten over his pain, and made his way to run a sneak attack from behind her ally with a knife.

Silva opened her mouth to warn her, but the Peggie gave himself away when he tried to stab into her heavily cloaked arm; or rather, the blade pierced through the rags and only hit her, which was likely covered in a tough garb underneath the shaggy cloak.

Her ally scrunched how face as she glanced back at whatever force failed to knock into her, only to harden her face with an unimpressed frown upon noting the Peggie.

"Nothing of importance there, I'm afraid," she informed the Peggie as she turned fully around to him.

With a good grip on her staff, she twirled it with one hand and hit him once more in the stomach, which he cradled. Then the knee, sending him to his knees. As he looked up, her ally thwacked him upwards with a spinning hit to the chin, before catching his throat with hooked end of the staff, sending him down to the ground as she pushed her staff further against his Adam's apple, compressing the cartilage.

Silva watched in fascination at the brutality of this woman; the strength she wield, the cunning she used, and the durability she had. Ensuring with all certainty that her enemies were dead. Though, Silva still didn't understand why she had saved her, nor any motives she had...

As the woman choked the life out of the gurgling Peggie, she apparently noticed something worth catching her attention.

"Bleeding Palm's getting away," the woman informed Silva. Cocking her head, she glanced around until she spotted Terry trying to start a van as quietly and quickly as possible, door wide open as he desperately tried to get the engine to sputter to life.

She hummed as the engine revved to life, and she made her way to her ally as she asked, "May I?"

Gesturing to the knife stuck in her protective grab, the woman shrugged as the Peggie below her slackened as he let out a weak noise and replied, "Not mine, so sure. He's not going to be using it."

Nodding she ripped the knife out of her ally just as Terry shut the van's driver door, and hit the peddle.

Silva walked to a spot that gave her clear sight of Terry's booking van, brought two fingers together to pinpoint a target, took aim and threw the blade at one of the van's back wheel's just as it turned, causing it to swerve into a small shed in-between the trees.

With Terry going nowhere, she turned her attention back to her approaching ally, done with the Peggie. Silva had half a mind to have her hand near the handle of her blade, just in case her ally had ulterior motives.

Looking up to the older woman, who she noted could be eight feet tall, maybe with a few inches too. Which made her less than three heads taller than Silva herself.

"Gracias. For the help," Silva stated first, and her ally made a short nod in return, until Silva asked, "Though I do have several queries for you."

Her savior snorted, and grunted, "Name's Margarett."

Straightforward, Silva noted, and responded, "I'm Silva."

"Oh, I know," Margarett informed the younger woman, "Saw your little rally at that little town nearby. Your whole speech of unity and freedom against that family of twats spilling blood in this county. Quite impressive, how you managed to lift the morale of the small folk there."

Silva raised a brow, retaining everything Margarett was saying, suspecting something more.

"You've certainly got talent of a leader," Margarett commented, "They believed every single word. Though if I may inquire; did you? Or is it just a convenient step closer to your actual goal?"

Silva stared into the taller woman's amber eyes, and gave a small smirk as a reply.

The second AU that diverges from the canon and plots of Far Cry 5 and Silva's Hope is what I like to call the Harbinger AU. The story here is that, instead of Ezekiel staying behind to fight off Enforcers while Silva, Elsa and Persephone manage to escape together (and then breaking out of jail to search for the trio of Omars around the world before reuniting with Silva 17 years after the Collapse of society in Old Dusk), Ezekiel escapes with the trio to America. Elsa doesn't die in her accident as Ezekiel is present to do the things she can't; like trying to figure out what's up with Eden's Gate while Silva and Persephone are none the wiser. Also Persephone is alive in this timeline because... well. You see, the divergence doesn't stop with Elsa's death, as during the year Elsa's accident does happen at the Horned Serpent Cave (in the main story at least), instead the incident is Silva going missing while making a grocery trip to Holland Valley, which she'd apparently never reached according to townsfolk Fall's End. Elsa and Ezekiel become the main caretakers of Persephone, and Silva is presumed dead. Paul never visit Hope because he doesn't discover that Silva is present there (therefore not leading him to go there to convince her to join his cult, get rebuked, kidnap her daughter to lure her on a global travel around corners of the globe, leading to Silva reuniting with Kamski, and then eventually leads to Paul, his Apostles and Persephone's deaths in the process). A couple of years later, on the night of Joseph's arrest, there is no deputy to fill the Hell role, despite the Voice promising there should be, leading to Whitehorse and Burke to cuff Joseph while Hudson waits outside and Pratt in the helicopter. Joseph is a little lost on how to consider this but improvises with what he has, interpreting it as either the Sheriff or the Marshal being the Muse. Surprisingly, they manage to lift off without the Peggies getting into the rotor... only for the tail to be blown off and leading to the crash; and Joseph meeting an old face in the form of Saint Matilda, a former Peggie he had exiled from the Project for doing inhumane experiments that even made Jacob cringe. She is one of this AUs primary antagonists (along with her monstrous creation known as the "Harbinger") in addition to the Prophet Hunters (five unique individuals physically augmented by Saint Matilda herself) sent by the Apostles to (a) retrieve the rogue Saint and her newest creation back into their waiting arms and (b) kill two birds with one stone by killing the local rival prophet in the area. Though that's not to say that Eden's Gate won't still be an obstacle in everyone's path, as they're the ones who have Matilda in custody. Elsa and Ezekiel prepare to help the Resistance fight any foe that as to protect Persephone. In the snippet below, you'll see her exile from Eden's Gate through dear beloved John's perspective, as he hears what will be her first of many crimes against nature. Enjoy below:

John joined Jacob and Faith upon the podium as Joseph began the sermon.

"My children, my family... I am pleased that you've gathered together for this morning," Joseph peered across the pews of the awestruck faces of their people, an admiration John also shared for his brother, "Though I wish this was under better circumstances."

That got their faithful's attention, as well as the attention of John and the rest of Joseph's siblings. John briefly wondered if Joseph had received another vision, and waited with bated breath with on the podium behind Joseph.

He found the reason to be more surprising than pressing.

"One of our own had strayed from the Project's mission," Joseph explains, looking solemnly, "She had abused her position and the trust we gave her. To desecrate the bodies of our own people, defile our Judges, and to taint the purity of our Angels."

John raised a brow, and his blue eyes briefly lingered on Faith; wondering if it was finally her time. He certainly wouldn't mind this one going, given how overstayed her welcome was.

Though she didn't look alarmed with worry, and Jacob didn't pay her any mind. To John's disappointment, Joseph unveiled a different name of the culprit.

"You may bring forth Sister Matilda," Joseph commanded in the room, and the doors opened to reveal Alexander and some of his Chosen dragging the white dressed woman to the front of the chapel.

They dropped her in front of Joseph, doing little to be gentle or considerate of their roughness.

The woman in question had been amongst the first members of the flock; not someone John interacted with on a daily notice, but a face he's seen pop up once or twice. He did note how she recently had been working under this iteration of Faith and a short while with Jacob... before his older brother requested, practically ordered, that she stay in Faith's region for reasons John wasn't privy to.

She was young, though not as young as their current Faith; John would say this Matilda was around her twenties. She had lengthy strawberry blonde hair, and greenish hazel in her eyes. Small nose, youthful cheeks, and a small frame to boot. She could have been a candidate to become a "Faith", though given current circumstances, perhaps it was a good thing she wasn't.

She gave small fleeting glances up to Joseph's face, her whole body shaking on her knees. Clearly afraid. Maybe ashamed, John pondered to himself, knowing how it felt to be under the Father's disappointed gaze.

He shook his head though; he made mistakes that he'd made up for. Whatever she has done, seems to be worse; perhaps even unforgivable.

He glanced to Jacob and Faith. His oldest brother seemed cautious while staring at Matilda, almost on edge. His eyes did not stray from Matilda, observing any and all movement. Faith, unsurprisingly, looked shocked at Matilda's presence, though she seemed more curious, like John himself.

Bringing his attention back to Joseph and their stray lamb, Joseph spoke, "Sister Matilda. Do you know why you've been brought here?"

Matilda visibly gulped, the woman petrified where she sat on the floor, giving a shaky and swift nod as her answer.

"F-for going against your-your authority... Father," she stuttered out through quivering lips, surprisingly audible for them all to hear.

"That is one cause for your presence here," Joseph acknowledged, calmly, and proceeded to reveal, "But it is also for your... acts of cruelty against God's creations, and those of whom gave up their doubt and fear to serve the Project. I have been informed you've also developed blueprints on changes to the Bliss' formula to make it more... hostile, towards any who seek solace in it."

Jacob sneered at the woman while Faith let slip an undignified expression before it hardened into a calm disappointment. Though John wanted to feel some satisfaction from Faith's slip of her mask, he was more focused on the fact their most efficient tool thus far had nearly been tampered with by the woman before them.

Staring down at the woman herself made it harder to belief she could have done those; the pitiful girl barely held herself together under Joseph's gaze.

"I... I just," Matilda softly sobbed out once more, trying to speak her words before they were lost to her forever, "I only... wanted to help."

John watched as Joseph tilted his head, quizzical of Matilda's words. Though John found himself uncertain by what Matilda said, he could not deny the pang to his own heart. He noted how Faith's expression softened at her words, and how Jacob stiffened with a frown. Not even the faithful could keep their scowls from faltering.

He couldn't help but feel pity for the woman, and found it terrifying by how easy it was for her to elicit such a reaction on them all. Although...

"And how, dear child, were your actions intended to help us?" Joseph asked, patient.

...her next words swiftly replaced that pity with disgust.

And lastly an Omergaverse AU centered around my Boa Lurking In The Bliss OTP (aka Silva x Faith). Enjoy this flash-forward snippet of Silva and Faith stuck in a bunker together at an inconvenient time:

She should have expected this. It was only inevitable that it would happen.

Being stuck in the same bunker as her was already displeasing enough for Silva. Being stuck in the same bunker while her disgruntled roommate's suffering cries and whimpers reverberate around their underground home?

Well, Silva couldn't deny how bad of an effect it was having on her own composure. She was usually stronger than this...

Once again breathing in slowly, she found herself not rejecting, like she should, the pleasant citrus scent of pineapples and lemons that escaped through the crack of the master bedroom door.

Though the guilt rumbled as she exhaled, knowing she shouldn't be anywhere near the other woman.

And yet, she thought as she placed an unoccupied gloved hand on the door, widening the opening more to glimpse inside, Here I am.

She remembered how neat the master bedroom had looked before it had been claimed by her impromptu bunk-mate. The sheets and blankets had held no wrinkles, the only number of pillows being two, and the floor was spotless, in addition to two nightstands; the right with a lamp, the left empty for anyone's use.

Now the two layer blankets were crumpled, along with extra blankets that her guest had stolen from Silva's bedroom and the linen cupboard, pillows from the lounge scattered around in a circle on the mattress, the lamp on the right nightstand was switched off, the blankets layered on top with a bunch of clothes strewn around the makeshift nest, and the floor from the looks of it.

A desperate attempt to find comfort in an alpha's smell, Silva figured. Or a beta's, intruded the thought, but Silva shook it away. Omegas don't seek out betas during heat, she reminded herself. Only alphas.

Regardless, though, either the light-brunette woman didn't find the scent she was searching for or whatever surviving scents of spice that lingered on those dresses were too faded from time to be a content substitute for the omega.

Overall, a very comfortable looking nest in her opinion, especially given their circumstances. Though the omega's scent was more enticing and stronger now that she entered the room.

Gripping on the handle, Silva stepped deeper inside the room. She needed to be quick about this, she didn't want to overstay.

She made her way to the left side of the nest, being careful to not step on any of the clothes; for her? Sentimentality? Silva didn't know, but it wasn't the point; she needed to reach the nightstand without disturbing the other woman. A quick glance over and she saw her omega "friend" was curled up in the blankets, still in that white dress, groaning in pain while mumbling prayers between hot breathes.

Why am I even trying to be considerate of her? she had to ask herself, Am I forgetting WHO this even is?

No, she hadn't. She knew exactly who the omega woman was. She had spent several months being forced to be acquainted to the woman, her brothers and their Project. She watched as she manipulated the Mariscal to murder Virgil. After all the harm and fallout she's caused, one would think Silva would have learned by now that Faith fucking Seed wasn't worth an ounce of her pity.

Then why am I doing this?

She placed down the kit full of essential first aid, cleaning supplies, a canteen of water, plus containers of foods she hoped Faith liked as much as Irene did. She couldn't find an answer to her question, and honestly didn't know where she could start.

With her task complete, and despite how nice it was in here, she turned to make a swift exit.

But she was stopped by a hand grip on her wrist, forcing Silva to stop.

"What are you doing here?" Faith grunted out, exhausted green eyes narrowed in confusion and suspicion of Silva's presence.

Mierda, she internally cursed. She closed her eyes to collect herself in the sweet aroma filled room, before taking a half glance back at Faith and answering, "I dropped off things you might need. Including some foods and water. To make your heat... bearable."

Faith had glanced to the kit on the nightstand before looking back at her, stunned by Silva's action.

Silva looked away from Faith, the fruitful scent emanating from the Seed sister stronger, and kept her grey eyes back to the open door. She needed to leave.

"I'll leave you to your privacy now-"

"No!" Faith rebuked, her other hand joining the iron grip on Silva's captured wrist, keeping the taller woman in place.

Silva peered back to Faith, a mistake once she was trapped by the desperate green eyes of the omega, "P-please don't go."

Silva felt a pang in her heart by Faith's soft murmur. She shook her ahead, attempting to refute the omega's request, "I can't stay Faith-"

The former deputy could feel how Faith's hands trembled on her arm, a sob croaking out as the young woman asked, "Don't go. Please... Your scent... it's calming. Please stay... don't leave me."

Silva could feel the very moment her self-restraint crumbled to pieces from Faith's words.

She was silent when she turned to face Faith. She was silent when she saw Faith's teary eyes and the desperateness written on her face. And she was silent when let out a soundless huff.

She gave a slow nod. "Okay," she affirmed.

She followed Faith's guidance as the latter pulled the former into her nest, and Silva was quick to accommodate to the nest and Faith's shorter size while the other woman nestled against Silva's body, taking in Silva's calming vanilla scent.

Silva cautiously embraced the other woman, feeling how the heat emanated from her body, and strong her pleasant scent was now that their bodies were so close.

Silva would have preferred if Faith snuggled into her from behind, but even the idea of that didn't sit well for her.

She sighed at her current predicament, bringing a comforting hand to gently run her gloved fingers through the herald's hair, while her other hand rubbed smoothing circles on Faith's back.

God, I'm comforting Faith Seed. She fucking dreaded the idea of Tracey ever hearing of this, or worse, the Sheriff. They'd surely blow a fuse.

She couldn't help but acknowledge a certain irony here. Not only had Joseph correctly predicted a "great fire that would cleanse the surface", but he'd been correct about her. Despite how hard she tried to prove him wrong.

Whether it was an alpha or an omega, with the Resistance or with the Seed's sister here and now, the only use she'd ever have is acting as their confidant, their mediator, their support. Nothing else.

"As is intended of a beta," Silva recalled his words, spoken many months prior. Before the Reaping and before the night of his arrest.

I really shouldn't have gone to that barbecue.

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Music Monday & WIP Wednesday

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Music Monday for two The UnTitledverse WIPs and one from A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore and a WIP Wednesday for the The Silver Chronicles. For the next three-and-a-half weeks I'll be posting on Music Monday's songs traditionally about Five Nights At Freddy's and how I try to justify how they fit into my wacky little worlds (even the non-FNAF ones). Enjoy listening and reading below the cut:

Can't have a Five Nights at Freddy's WIP without The Living Tombstone's original "Five Nights At Freddy's Song" in the playlist. More Than Bargained For? is a FNAF WIP where my OC Lillian "Lena" Elliot becomes the Night Guard of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza after Fazbear Entertainment opens up the restaurant back up eleven years after 1994 (the events of the first game and when Mike is fired), because they find there are people who view the pizzeria as a "cult classic" type thing and are still fans since childhood of the place (Lena being amongst them), and Fazbear Entertainment will make a profit on that. The original animatronics (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, along with Golden Freddy but he's in the Parts/Service room) are brought back to the stage. There's a... stranger animatronic in the kitchen but he doesn't bother leaving there so Lena won't have much trouble from him. Follow Lena as she discovers how many skeletons are actually in the Fazbear Entertainment's closet (Like seriously, the amount of children and employees who have died under this company's watch is ridiculous and the fact they managed to come back many years later after their reputation was tarnished beyond repair). Listen below:

"We're waiting every night To finally roam and invite Newcomers to play with us For many years we've been all alone

We're forced to be still and play The same songs we've known since that day An imposter took our life away Now we're stuck here to decay

Please let us get in Don't lock us away We're not what you're thinking

We're poor little souls Who have lost all control And we're forced here to take that role We've been all alone Stuck in our little zone Since 1987

Join us, be our friend Or just be stuck and defend After all, you only got

Five nights at Freddy's Is this where you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay?

Five nights at Freddy's Is there you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay? Five nights at Freddy's, oh

We're really quite surprised We get to see you another night You should have looked for another job You should have said to this place goodbye It's like there's so much more Maybe you've been in this place before We remember a face like yours You seem acquainted with those doors

Please let us get in Don't lock us away We're not what you're thinking

We're poor little souls Who have lost all control And we're forced here to take that role We've been all alone Stuck in our little zone Since 1987

Join us, be our friend Or just be stuck and defend After all, you only got

Five nights at Freddy's Is this where you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay?

Five nights at Freddy's Is there you wanna be? I just don't get it Why do you want to stay? Five nights at Freddy's, oh!"

"Replay Your Nightmares", although a song usually meant for FNAF: Ultimate Custom Night or at some stages, FNAF 3, is a song I closely associate to my The UnTitledverse Original Work, the sequel to A Blast In The Past, known as The Dark Awakening. Pretty much near the conclusion to when Calvin escapes the clutches of his captor's purgatory and re-enters the physical human realm several decades after his death/imprisonment, though he is being severely gaslighted worst than he has before while on his way to finally escape. He manages to make a little comeback at his captor near the final verse of the lyrics though. Listen below:

"In a loop inside the screen Your own prison in a dream Try to run and try to scream Even death can't save you

We replay your nightmare Replay, play, play your nightmare Replay your nightmare Replay, play, play your nightmare

Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Our eternal revenge We know what you did We know what you did." "IT'S ME", "It's Me", "it's me..." "We're all here just for you Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Forever!"

"Torture, torture, don't you know How your seeds of evil grow?

Replay your nightmare Cause he won't stop Replay your nightmare Come, it's your time to hurt."

"Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Our eternal revenge We know what you did We know what you did." "IT'S ME", "It's Me", "it's me..." "We're all here just for you Get in a cage While we rattle it While we rattle it Forever!

Over and over and over again Replay your nightmare Over and over and over again Replay your nightmare."

"We are remnants of your sins It's a game you'll never win When it's done it just begins Again and again, and again, and again You will pay for what you did Forever!"

Last song is "It's Me", and while not entirely connected to the Fallout world (especially my A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore), I do believe it does fit in one specific section of The Waters Of Life Flow; after Alph (my Lone Wanderer OC) and Ore (Ortega Brantley, Ress' older half-brother) rediscover Blackhall as a corpse (without the Krivbeknih) in his manor, plus reconvening with Amata before they go look for Ress, both humans inform Ore of what they discovered down in the Dunwich Building's basement, Ore takes investigation there. When he finds the Obelisk, he discovers a recently failed ritual, and puts the evidence together to figure out who was behind the recent emergence of this "Occult"; his and Ress' father, Arcane Urias, the exact man he's been hunting down. Although he should go out and warn the others, he regrettably finds out he was, in fact, not alone in the office building. Listen below:

"Welcome to your office, settle down and take a seat Please pay no attention to the terrifying screams You should head the warnings of the voice that's on the phone Tonight, you might be by yourself, but you are not alone

The masks that we wear Pretend they aren't there But you can only hide for so long

Why don't you Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside Spend the night Then you'll find There's evil that waits inside

It's me Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me

There's evil that waits inside It's me!"

Now it's time for another WIP of my FC5 Bloodborne AU from my The Silver Chronicles series. Here the Seed Brothers (along with some disgruntled Hunters aka this version of the GFH and certain OCs) have stormed the Convent in the Henbane and confronted Vicar Faith on her betrayal and wanting answers for what Paul has planned for the "Hunt of the Long Night" that has made the scourge beasts ten-times worst. I haven't shown it (for reasons) but Faith calls Joseph specifically out for, quite frankly, abandoning and disregarding her (after all, he did hand her alone to Paul and his monastery as an inside-woman but neglected to actually keep in touch for about six long years) as some kind of tool instead of the "sister" he once claimed her to be. In the snippet below, the Voice shows it's ugly head and urges Joseph to dispose of Faith, something that John and Jacob are already advocating for, with some varying reactions from the Hunters. They're interrupted by... someone not affiliated with any of them. Will probably fix this up in the final product. Now introduced in her first debut... may I officially have you acquainted with my new-ish OC, Priestess Lillith; and she's also probably a witch. Read below:

Joseph stepped back from the Vicar and her vicious words; shocked by the accusations of the woman in front of him, once a sister he had brought into his family, by choice and virtue. The girl healed of her vices, given new life, a new purpose.

"Enough of this," John said with vehement venom, his blue eyes fueled with rage towards the cretin kneeling in the middle of the Convent's hall, "She won't tell us anything, if she even knows anything. We should vanquish this sinner while we have the chance brother, given she's chosen who she stands by."

Joseph saw that Jacob nodded in agreement, scowling at Faith's small form. He noticed the other Hunters made no dissuading moves, apparently in silent agreement. Before the Father could make any response to his eager brothers, he heard the Voice

John is right, He told him, tone even and still, the humming warmth pressed to the edges of his mind, She is a vile, treacherous locust strayed too far from the Path, Joseph. Unable to be saved from the doubt she drowned in.

Joseph's breath hitched at His words, the panicked, yet still sneering wrath in her green eyes only proving Him correct, followed by, She is no longer your family Joseph. This wretch has forsaken My light. She is nothing more than a rival. And she must be eliminated as such.

Joseph hesitated, took a moment to glance at Faith's form, as she lowered her head, holding the Vicar's pendant to her chest as she whispered. Maybe a prayer? Maybe a silent confession, apology, or vow? He didn't know, but what he did know was that the Voice spoke truth; she could no longer be considered the young woman he selected to hold the honor of being his sister.

It pained him to admit, considering all she gave to them in her devotion, but she was no longer family, like the previous two before her.

She was no longer his Faith, instead, she was Yellowjack's Siren, twisted and stained with the false shepherd's sinful ideals to spread false hope to the scholars of his Monastery, to turn their devotees against the Project.

He gave a disappointed sigh as he watched the woman below him refuse to lift her head up, shaking as the consequences of her betrayal was upon her, and nodded in agreement to his brother's words.

They couldn't let her warn Yellowjack, nor let her lead the Church Hunter's after them. This was God's Will.

"You... were once so precious to me, sister," Joseph tells her, and saw how she only curled into herself more, the fear she let dominate her heart sting his own, "I had thought you would be with us when we crossed the Gates of Eden... I now recognize my own blindness and... my own fault, for leaving you alone surrounded by those vipers and their venomous lies."

John tried to step forward, perhaps to refute Joseph's words, but Jacob stopped him, holding him back with a stern shake of his head. To allow Joseph this final moment with someone he put his faith in, even if they didn't necessarily understand it.

"But now, with the responsibility as your Father, I shall free you of their lies... of the burdening weight of your sin, my wayward child," Joseph heard how she sobbed, and had to breathe to not falter now, "The gates may be shut to you Vicar, but know, even now, that I pray God will have mercy upon your soul."

Joseph removed the revolver from his holster, clenching it as he left it to his side for just a moment.

His hand caressed her small, frail head, fingers pinching close the tube connected into her nose.

He cocked the hammer back with his thumb, and with an exhale, aimed it to her head.

He remembered how her small legs kicked as the monitor increased in its beeping, his resolve weakening, for only a second, before gripped tighter. God's repeating words ringing in his head.

"Shall you find peace amongst the angels, Vicar," he whispered softly, that he was unsure if she even heard him.

"Join the angels, my sweet Faith," he had murmured into what little hair she had, lips grazing softly as his tears slipped onto his little girl.

His finger curled around the trigger, coiling it back as he once more took responsibility-

Di-di-ding ding!

Joseph found himself thrown back by a harsh force that knocked the air out of him, grip on the revolver lost as it was flung elsewhere.

He felt hands on him, one tattooed and the other scarred. He recognized he was in his brothers' arms, lungs forcing him to heave for air from floor he laid back on.

But... hadn't I been standing before?

He leaned up, and saw he was a few feet away from the Vicar, who now had her head up, confused green eyes glancing around the Convent's room.

Joseph's eyes caught a glimpse of something on one of the upper balconies on the right side of the room, and saw a slim figure, cloaked from head to toe in dark shawls. She wore a mask, a pale one that's appearance was ghastly, jagged tear lines going down past the mask's edges, with a small mouth shaped in a "O".

He saw they held a silver hand bell in one hand, some sort of symbol carved in its waist. They shook it once more, the ringing echoing in the small chamber. The symbol glowed a bluish hue, and he felt his hairs prick up.

"Foul brethren," the smooth, matured voice of a woman reverberated through the Convent, the person unseen.

Another cloaked figure stood upon the left balcony, their mask depicting a false eye of a cyclops, with two slits for them to see through, the mouth carved with gnashing sharp teeth. They, too, held a hand bell, with a different symbol carved into the silver.

Their bell shook, the clapper tinging against the rim of the waist.

The Hunters with them placed their hands on the handles of their weapons, alert and cautious at these newest intruders.

Joseph was lifted to his feet, Jacob pushing him into John's embrace as he took to protecting their front.

"Fickle in your promises. Deceptive in your loyalties," the unknown woman's voice returned, a scathing tone behind it all, "Are you always shirking responsibility over your sisters?"

Through the middle balcony came the owner of the voice; another cloaked woman, but her embroidery seemed more intricate, the jewelry she adorned was more in quantity than her companions, like the Vicar who looked above at them.

The woman was taller too, her mask similar to that of a demon, an angry one at that, hairless brows furrowed, the mask's mouth full of sharp teeth, but two prominent tusks projecting from the lower jaw. It also had two horns protruding from the head, and through the eyes Joseph could see burning orange eyes glaring down at them.

"Why are the lives of your sistren worth less than that of your brothers?" she asked from atop the balcony, her eyes boring down at Joseph, "You are the one to bring them in. You are the one to feed them, to guide them. Ultimately, you are the only one to claim care over them, in spite of your brothers' vile envy and appalling apathy."

She gave scathing glances to both John and Jacob respectively, before her full focus stayed on Joseph, "And yet, when your charges' displease you... their lives are forfeit by your own hands. A more permanent punishment than what your brothers earn. I wonder..."

Her head tilts, the jewelry shifting as she ponders, "Is it because they are not of your blood that makes it so easy, even when it is your hands that molded their clay bodies?"

Joseph watched with an uneasiness when the nose of her mask held up while looking down at him, "Or do the opposite sex simply hold no value in your eyes, and the eye of your Lord, unless their role is nothing but flawless?"

Her words earned Joseph and his brothers some raised brows from some of the Hunters, though it did not last long as they focused on the unaligned women.

Joseph was shocked by the accusatory words, and he went to speak up, to defend him and his brothers, and the word of his Lord.

However, he was stopped by the lead women's scoff, "Regardless the reason, your hypocrisy is clear. But your familial responsibilities are not the only oaths you have attempted to break."

She brought out one of her hands, the gauntlets fingertips sharpened not unlike claws, holding a hand bell of her own.

However, it was not like that of her accomplices; it was bigger, and rusted in an ugly maroon, matted with the dripping red of the flesh stuck to the metal, with the bloodied fur of beasts clinging to the small clumps of flesh.

There was a sinister aura emanating from the ugly carving of the symbol etched into the rusted metal.

She rung the bell, and the atmosphere of the room shifted. A darkness flowed down from the bell, like a small waterfall plummeting out a mountain's mouth.

Down the balcony, the darkness encompassed the corpse of a Church Hunter, just as it consumed the surroundings.

The women were also covered by the dark mist, gone from Joseph's eyes.

Alarmed, Jacob aimed his rifle in search of their new enemies, while the Hunters twisted their weapons to enter the second forms. The darkness spread across the room, including blocking the only in and out of the Convent.

The Vicar remained where she was, staring at the silhouette of the corpse from behind the dark mist.

The lead woman's voice stated unperturbed, "I enforce upon my coven my unspoken vow. The protection for that which is precious to one of our own, against the iniquitous efforts of these men's greed. I call upon your essence from the past to the present, my kin. Stir from your desolate slumber, from your sleepless dream."

The bells rung once more, and the silhouette of the Church Hunter's corpse soon arose from within the mist, not unlike their smaller more angelic counterparts, the shape shifting and smoothing into something leaner, smaller than the alterations made by Saint Matilda. It soon began to walk through the darkness towards them.

"Through this corporeal form shall you defend your heart."

Emerging from the mist was a familiar face. The tawny brown complexion, small healed cuts littered across her face from fights long ago, though fewer in quantity unlike from last he saw her. The dark blue of her formal leather-layered coat covered the dark vest and white frilled blouse, adorned with a cravat.

Joseph noticed how young she looked, the expression on her face without the calm neutrality he had been accustomed to before she fell into a dreadful coma, instead replaced with an emotion he recognized within John.

Wrath. Directed at us.

He realized that her irises held no shine of silver, the indication of someone who had become enlightened, who become an other to everyone... no, they were a dull grey. She looked human.

The brothers soon realized they were not the only ones who recognized who this was, as the Hunter's froze; in fear? Shock? He couldn't tell.

He did see how his former sister stared at the woman. There was a longing there, a pang in her heart as the other approached past the Vicar.

She expertly spun her twin blade around, dragging one blade across the ground between herself and the Vicar, the same darkness she emerged from summoned once more to cover a veil of it on to Faith.

No one could see the Vicar anymore, but the more pressing matter was the scowling and sneering ghost enraged by their very presence.

"Through this corporeal form, shall you vanquish these fiendish intruders."

She pointed her the end of her blade at Joseph himself, glare calling for his blood.

"Welcome back from beyond the great consciousness, Elite Hunter."

She split her twin blade in two, twirled her weapons in both hands, and in a few blinks, Joseph saw her in the air, blades crossing as they cut down on their target.

"Silva Omar."

Joseph could only recall a great pain across his chest and the shouts of his brothers before he fell unconscious.

[dreammakcr]

( okay! for new followers, this is a full list of muses that are not on my muse page yet. <3 )

lilith - a court of thorns and roses (OC rhysand’s sister)

medusa - greek mythology

isobel - baulder’s gate 3

vidia - disney’s tinkerbell

balthazar - supernatural

johnny gat - saint’s row

han solo - star wars

leia organa - star wars

padme amidala - star wars

helios - greek mythlogy

nora west-allen - detective comics

barry allen - detective comics

dorothy gale - the wizard of oz

angelica schuyler - hamilton

eliza schuyler - hamilton

olivia pope - scandal

jasper frost - the royals

eleanor hestridge - the royals

alosa kalligan - daughter of the pirate king

eelyn - sky in the deep

mirabel madrigal - encanto

dolores madrigal - encanto

barbie - barbie

artemis - greek mythology

rose dewitt bukater - titanic

alice liddell - alice madness returns

will turner - pirates of the caribbean

elizabeth swann - pirates of the caribbean

nessarose thropp - wicked

penny lamb - ride the cyclone

sandy olsson from grease

betty rizzo from grease

willow rosenberg from buffy the vampire slayer

kal from halloweentown 2

marnie piper from halloweentown

juliet starling from lollipop chainsaw

william gracey from the haunted mansion

sadie adler from red dead 2

arthur morgan from red dead 2

teddy lupin from harry potter

roxanne weasley from harry potter

fleur delacour from harry potter

calliope from greek mythology

richard castle from castle

kate beckett from castle

hilda spellman from sabrina the teenage witch

sabrina spellman from sabrina the teenage witch

jason mendoza from the good place

tahani al jamil from the good place

amren from a court of thorns and roses

jake peralta from brooklyn 99

velma dinkely from scooby doo

fred jones from scooby doo

daphne blake from scooby doo

shaggy rogers from scooby doo

phoenix winchester from supernatural (OC daughter of Cassie and Dean)

miss honey from matilda

matilda from matilda

jessica day from new girl

maxwell sheffield from the nanny

(young) blanche deveraux from the golden girls

merope gaunt from harry potter

janine teagues from abbott elementary

aurora dubois from sleeping beauty

anne sallow from hogwarts legacy

poppy sweeting from hogwarts legacy

tom riddle from harry potter

jeffrey winger from community

troy barnes from community

annie edison from community

river song from doctor who

helena bertinelli from detective comics

dinah lance from detective comics

princess yona from yona and the dawn

clover ewing from totally spies

magdalene defoe from repo! the genetic opera

amber sweet from repo! the genetic opera

shilo wallace from repo! the genetic opera

carmen cortez from spy kids

ami mizuno from sailor moon

gretchen wieners from mean girls

karen smith from mean girls

prince phillip from sleeping beauty

helen parr from the incredibles

rei hino from sailor moon

danielle de barbarac from ever after

deena johnson from fear street

laurie strode from halloween

gale weathers from scream

sidney prescott from scream

samantha carpenter from scream

[the-al-chemist]

The Beginning of a Symphony - Chapter 32

A/N: a bonus chapter this week in honour of Héloïse’s birthday, and to continue on from yesterday’s mess…

OCs featured/mentioned: Ivy Anders, Shiv Llewelyn, Brady Pendleton @kc-and-co, Gwen Archeron, Adelia Selwyn @thatravenpuffwitch, Henry Lovecraft, Carolyn Nyberg, Selene Fraser @lifeofkaze, Lysander Mercury @slytherindisaster, Maxwell Pembroke @unfortunate-arrow

Warnings: more of the idiots, this time they’re being cute.

February 1897

Now that she had been at Hogwarts long enough to have made friends, Héloïse’s birthday was shaping up to be far better than the year before. The festivities had started at precisely midnight, with Gwen and Siobhan staying up long into the early hours to celebrate with her, and once they awoke at sunrise, they had warmed themselves against the cold February morning with hot chocolate whilst Héloïse opened the small flurry of gifts and letters from her grandmother and other friends.

“Look like someone else has something for you,” whispered Gwen, nodding her head in the direction of the entrance. Héloïse looked up from the book of folktales she had been given by Henry and followed Glen’s line of sight to see that Jim Hexley was making his way towards them, the corner of an envelope poking out of his breast pocket.

Héloïse’s heart gave a small flutter. She had not even told Jim that it was her birthday, but it appeared that he had discovered the fact himself, and gone to the effort of finding or making a card or small gift for her. The very idea of the gesture made her lips curve upwards, but as she directed her smile at Jim himself, he stopped abruptly in his path, jerked his head, and turned and sped away, leaving the Great Hall entirely.

“Oh,” said Héloïse, her smile faltering and chest tightening. Shiv and Gwen both exchanged looks of confusion and concern.

“What a strange man,” Shiv muttered. “Matilda, are you-”

“I am alright.”

“Are you sure? You seem-”

“I have said this already, no?” Héloïse said, sharper than she had intended. She took a breath and returned to her book. “I am content.”

This was, of course, untrue. She had been perfectly content until several moments earlier, but now she was confused, disappointed, and more than anything, frustrated. After all, she had been having a perfectly wonderful birthday until a few moments previously. She had several friends to celebrate with, why was she so upset over just one of them not joining in?

Still, Shiv and Gwen did not push the matter, and so they spent the rest of breakfast quietly drinking hot chocolate and tea, until they were joined by a rather windswept-looking Ivy Anders, who took the seat next to Gwen with her wide eyes fixed on the pile of gifts in the centre of the table.

“Oh my,” she said breathlessly. “Someone has a lot of admirers!”

Shiv wrinkled her nose. “What are you havering about?”

“The gifts, of course. It is Saint Valentine’s Day, after all.”

“Aye, but these aren’t Valentines. They’re for Matilda’s birthday.”

“It’s your birthday?” Ivy turned to Héloïse, who nodded her head silently. Ivy beamed at her. “Many happy returns. Are you having a party?”

“I do not think so, no.”

“Well, that simply will not do. We shall have a tea party later. Greenhouse One at three o’clock? I’ll prepare the refreshments. What sort of cakes are your favourite?”

The look in Ivy’s eyes was earnest, and when Héloïse looked at Gwen and Shiv, they were already nodding their heads in agreement. Héloïse sighed. She had never really liked parties, but she did not want to be ungrateful, either.

“Chocolate,” she told Ivy. “If it pleases you.”

And so, just before three o’clock, the Ravenclaw girls bundled themselves in cloaks and scarves and made their way down to the greenhouses. Inside the first one, several banners had been strung up across the large windows and between the plants, and the workbenches had been cleared of plant pots and soil to make way for several large plates of sandwiches, cakes, and pastries. Héloïse’s eyes widened. She had not expected Ivy to have arranged quite so much in the space of only a few hours.

Héloïse found herself enjoying the party far more than she had expected, too. It was as if Ivy had known that she did not like large crowds, as the group of students gathered in the greenhouse was relatively small, mainly consisting of the other Ravenclaw girls, Henry Lovecraft, the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, Bradford Pendleton, the girls from Adelia and Carolyn’s dormitory, and Jim’s sister Ethel Hexley and her friend Selene. There was only one person not in attendance who Héloïse would have liked to have been there, and that was Jim himself.

“I am afraid that I haven’t the foggiest where my brother is,” Ethel told her, unprompted and through a mouthful of scone. “I expect that he is off sulking somewhere. But really, it is no loss. He is a frightful bore at parties, even more so than the rest of the time. I hope that you are not too disappointed. I should not be if I were you.”

With that, Ethel stuffed the rest of the scone in her mouth and left to have an argument with Lysander Mercury, leaving Héloïse alone, and quite disappointed. Perhaps Jim had not known that morning that it was her birthday, but surely he must have known by now? Ivy was his cousin, and Ethel was here, and Lysander and Maxwell, so why was he not?

Several pots of tea later, the sandwich supply had dwindled, and still there was no sign of Jim Hexley. With each passing minute, Héloïse’s sense of disappointment grew, until, with the sun setting and less than half an hour before the party was due to finish, the door of the greenhouse swung open, and Jim stepped inside, his cheeks flushed pink, fingers gripping the lapels of his coat, and eyes fixed on his shoes.

“Jimmy, you made it!” Ivy exclaimed, picking up a pastry and rushing towards him. “Here, you must try one of these. It’s a pain au chocolat."

Ivy rose onto her tiptoes to mutter something to Jim as she handed him the plate of pastry, and Héloïse averted her eyes. It was strange, but although she had been upset at Jim’s absence and had felt a swelling sensation in her chest at his arrival, this was now giving way to a deep annoyance at his lateness, which she decided to show by stubbornly refusing to talk to him now that he was present.

The party finished without her saying a single word to Jim. Once it was over, however, she stayed to help Ivy tidy up the plates and teacups, and left the greenhouse only to find him waiting outside.

“Sorry, I… I did not wish to give you a fright,” said Jim. Héloïse pursed her lips tightly and said nothing in response. He cleared his throat. “I, um… Happy birthday.”

Héloïse exhaled through her nose before answering, “Thank you.”

“I… I am sorry that I did not wish… that I did not say anything to you earlier today. I did not know that it was your birthday, I thought… Well, I would have said if I had known.”

“Oh,” said Héloïse.

“And I am sorry for my… that I was late to your party,” Jim continued. “I, um, had to… I did not wish to arrive empty-handed. I, er, wanted to get you a gift.”

He reached inside his coat, and pulled out a scroll of pale parchment tied with brown string. Héloïse frowned.

“This is for me?”

“Yes. I am sorry that it is not… Well, it is the best that I could do at short notice. I am afraid that it is not much of a present. It is not framed, but I can always get a frame later if you would like. You may not want one, though, because it is not all that good...”

Héloïse unscrolled the parchment, her eyebrows still furrowed. As it rolled open, it revealed a pencil sketch of a girl with dark hair tumbling over her shoulder in graceful curls, deep concentration etched into her dainty facial features, and dark, curious eyes. The portrait did not move like the ones on the walls at Hogwarts, but every now and then, it seemed that the girl in the drawing’s hair lifted slightly, as if moved by a gentle breeze, and her eyes seemed to sparkle as if they had caught in the light.

“Not so good?” said Héloïse, incredulous. “Jim, this is more than good. It is…” She tilted her head. “Is this me? This girl in the picture?”

Jim nodded. “Yes. It is supposed to be you, anyway. I, er, did not quite manage to capture… The likeness, it is not quite perfect. Something about it - I don’t know what - is, um, not quite right, I know.”

“No. This is not it,” Héloïse shook her head. “I can see that this is me, but…”

“But?”

“But you have made me look beautiful.”

“That’s because you are beautiful.”

Héloïse looked up at Jim, unable to hold back a smile. He had not stuttered at all, and for one single moment that seemed to last an eternity, he held her gaze unwaveringly, his face passive and the look in his eyes sincere.

She felt herself start to blush, and in that moment, the world - like her cheeks - seemed to glow in the hues of soft roses, just as beautiful as she was in the picture Jim had drawn of her.

[daring-to-caring-robot]

TF Side OC Quick Facts! [Asks Open!]

Arson Quick Facts! -Song: Castle - Halsey -She/They -Faction: Autobots -Altmode: Monster Truck -Colors, etc: Red & orange; blue optics; 25.5ft -An ex-partner of Nightlight and older sister to Pipe -Voice Claim: Millie [Helluva Boss]

Fellstrike Quick Facts! -Song: I'm Still Standing - Elton John -They/Them -Faction: Decepticon to neutral -Altmode: Matilda II -Colors, etc: Green-Gray; orange optics; 27.7ft -Originally from Kaon -Guardian of Hymn -Voice Claim: Shadow Weaver [She-Ra and the Princesses of Power]

Hymn Quick Facts! -Song: When I Rule The World - LIZ -She/It -Faction: Decepticon to neutral -Altmode: ATV -Colors, etc: Camo; red optics; 10.3ft -Guardian(s): Fellstrike, Razoreye -Voice Claim: Kinzie [Saints Row: The Third]

Pipe Quick Facts! -Song: Superstar - Toy-Box -They/It -Faction: Autobot to Decepticon -Altmode: Chainsaw -Colors, etc: Bright orange, silver; blue optics; 20ft -Younger sibling of Arson -Selective mute -Voice Claim: N/A

Razoreye Quick Facts! -Song: Strangers Like Me - Phil Collins -He/Him -Faction: Decepticon to neutral -Altmode: Ford F-150 -Colors, etc: Black, silver highlights; flame decal; red visor; 30.4ft -Guardian of Hymn -Voice Claim: Leon Kuwata [Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc]

[prettyswellaus]

Holiday AU

Genre: Adventure, Fantasy

Also Known as: Holiday Kingdoms AU

Inspirations: Nightmare Before Christmas, Kingdom of Fantasy (Geronimo Stilton), Rise of The Guardians

Synopsis

Everyone knows about the holidays, from the from the bright and cheery pastel fun of Easter to the holly jolly hijinks of Christmas. What they don't know is that there are separate worlds woven from the traditions and spirits of these holidays. And that there are beings in these worlds in charge of keeping the spirit of the holidays alive, both in their worlds and ours.

However, one of these beings, a king despising the holiday he was assigned to, decides to venture out into the other holiday worlds in order to find his "true calling"...

And that's just the first story.

Information posts

The Royals

Edd (King of Pascalra)

Tom (King of Yuleheim)

Matt (King of Amourus)

Tord (King of Mardelvan)

Blaze (OC) (Queen of Samhain)

Dusk (OC) (Princess of Versaria)

Eduardo (King of Calafrenda)

Jon (King of Veilniere)

Mark (King of Epaeon)

Jordan (OC) (King of Shamlin)

Blade (OC) (President of Cornumouth)

Dawn (OC) (Princess of Harleot)

Bing (President of Libertas)*

Other Characters

Vince and Emilia (King and Queen of Versaria)

Stella (Queen of Harleot)

Ell (Edd's Retainer)

Tamara (Tom's Retainer)

Matilda (Matt's Retainer)

Tori (Tord's Retainer)

Blaine (Blaze's Retainer)

Laurel (Dusk's Retainer)

Paul (Eduardo's Retainer)

Kim and Katya (Jon's Retainers)

Diwi (Mark's Retainer)

Patryck (Jordan's Retainer)

Blake (Blade's Vice President)

04 (OC) (Dawn’s Retainer)

Larry (Bing's Vice President)*

The Worlds

Armourus (Valentines)

Shamlin (Saint Patrick's)

Harleot (April Fools Day)

Pascalra (Easter)

Libertas (Independence Day)

Samhain (Halloween)

Calafrenda (Dia de Los Muertos)

Cornumouth (Thanksgiving)

Yuleheim (Christmas)

Apaeon (New Year's)

Versaria (Birthdays)

Veilniere (Weddings)

Mardelvan (Carnival)

*Yes I'm aware Bing and Larry are British and therefore would not realistically have anything to do with the holiday they are representing. But outside of having limited choices for them, this was based on personality, since Bing's full of himself and all, also pyrotechnics and fireworks.

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[drschnauzer]

🍹 Okay SO- Harlows basic backstory is his mom started the Irish mob in Chicago & him and his older brother ran away. Harlow joins the gang after helping Dutch and Arthur escape Valentine during a shootout, him and Arthur eventually fall in love & during chapter 6 Arthur makes Harlow promise to check on Mary once hes gone. (Ow). After about a year Harlow checks in on Mary & tells her what happened. He takes her to see Arthur's grave and they bond during the trip, and she offers him work as an escort/bodyguard. (Bc her dad is a nightmare person, the Gillises has a lot enemies lmao). Harlows family did business with Mr Gillis so he was THRILLED to have Harlow associated with them...until Mary started to catch feelings. Harlow was the only other person who could understand the grief of losing Arthur yknow and he had an abusive relationship with his mother so they had a lot to bond over. Okay sorry this is too long but Mary gets pregnant, Mr Gillis officially 'disowns' her and takes her inheritance out of the will. They move to Saint Denis with Jamie, have a son named Vitorio and open a small restaurant. Later in the storyline they have a daughter named Matilda too 😩 okay I'm done thank you for coming to my OC Ted talk

Harlow is literally living the bisexual dream, I'm extremely jealous😫 glad mary gets her happy ending tho

[gildedfms]

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[rosesmith18]

(PnF) Headcanon #19 TnMtober Pt.22-25

Day 22: Change of Personalities

A)I've definitely played around with the idea of Maria and Thomas swapping personalities, but I've never played around with Maria and Thomas swapping personalities with Fred and Xavier. Then Jasmine would swap with Destiny, Amanda with Biff, etc. It'd be kind cool to see something like this, so maybe all write it as a one-shot or something, who knows.

Day 23: Sirens and Sea Monsters

A)I have a whole AU already plotted out with this concept called; Pirates and Mermaids. Maria becomes the Captain of her mothers pirate ship the 'Saint Liberal Chihuahua' after her parents and the crew are kidnapped by a mysterious nobleman. Thomas is a siren, but he is completely unaware of this fact due to a necklace he wears that makes sure his physical siren traits don't appear. Jasmine is a sea witch who is the only one who knowns Thomas is a siren as her father was the one who put the magic on the necklace to stop Thomas' transformations. There's a lot to this AU that I need to write at some point.

Day 25: With Your OC

A)I have quite a few OC's for the PnF & MnT worlds, especially fankids, that you can find on my other post's titled; 'Fankids Pt.1' & 'Fankids Pt.2' if your interested. I also have some other post that mention OC's, but it's mostly very briefly.

Day 26: Superstars

A)Maria, Thomas, Xavier, Fred, and Jasmine are all superstars in the future in their own ways. With Maria being a famous Opera Singer, and the rest of them being famous for the rock band; Église des Gémeaux. Though, Jasmine is also known for her karate, and Fred for his puppetry.

B)When it comes to who their favorite celebrities' would be; I made up two celebrities that Thomas and Maria have crushes on.   -Maria's is a transgender, three-time Olympic gold-medalist in swimming; Matilda Kaiser Kuhn from Drusselstein. Matilda, born Kaiser, began her career as a swimmer in high school where she won nationals in her Senior year. She then went on to get bottom surgery before winning her first Olympic gold-medal in the team, swimmers competition. Matilda married her husband, Jurgen Kuhn, who was the photographer for her first Olympic competition. They now live on the English countryside with their daughter, Viktoria Kuhn, son, Karl Kuhn, and German Pointer, Duxi.   -Thomas' is a famous, French, street artist; Beau Dax Toussaint. Beau began painting when he was five years old, and was heavily inspired by art found at the Louvre. In middle school he gained major traction for his portrait art, and graduated from high school with a stable career as a street artist. At twenty-two Beau adopted his only child, Delis Toussaint, and the two live in Roussillon, France.

C)I'll probably work on a celebrity crush for Jasmine at some point as well; I'm just not sure what kind of person they'd be yet.

Day 27: Crossover

A)I've thought about several crossovers with these characters, specifically; BNHA, Scooby-Doo, I have a whole connected fairytale universe I'm working on where PnF & MnT characters replace fairytale characters like Tarzan and Anastasia!

Day 28: Villain's

A)I always picture Maria as ‘Scar’ from the ‘Lion King’, Thomas as ‘Oogie-Boogie’ from ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’, and Jasmine as ‘Ursula’ from ‘The Little Mermaid’; When I think about these characters as existing Villain's.

B)When it comes to them as their own villain's. I imagine Maria as someone who forces people to shower her in praise and entertain her with humiliating games. While Thomas is more cold, and calculated, working behind the scenes. Thomas is really the mastermind behind everything, and preforms horrible experiments on people. He just let's Maria have her fun, cause he's still madly in love with her. Maria knowns about Thomas evil deeds, and usually gets envious of the attention he gives his experiments, especially when he puts them over her. She even insist he do them on her instead of strangers which he is tempted by as he finds her much more interesting to study, but he refuses. He only has one of her, and his experiments usually end in heavy casualties on his subjects part.

*Amanda, Xavier and Fred belong to Dan Povenmire & Jeff 'Swampy' Marsh *Thomas belongs to Melty94 *Marie belongs to angelus19 & sam-ely-ember *Jasmine belongs to Melty94 & sam-ely-ember *Destiny was inspired by the character of the same name who belongs to xiomicchi on deviantart as well as Breanna Van Stomm who belongs to KicsterAsh on deviantart

[badass-at-fandoming]

For the OC questions ask game, 🦋, 🌟& 💎 for Cassandra 😄

Thank you, friend!! Cassandra is really on my mind lately. Though perhaps the better question is if she’s ever not lol

🦋 If your OC could change everything (or just something) about their life would they? What would they change? What do they think would happen if they did? What would their loved ones think?

Part of the point of Kinder Universe is everything goes well for Cassandra, so this question is rather difficult, haha. Her wish would be focused on someone else. She wishes Sergio was Embraced by her Toreador mentor, Jeanette duCharme, instead of ghouled, so they and she could be on equal footing. She wishes she found a way to create peace between Matilda and her family, without Matilda ending up as a Kindred and demented to Nathan. She wishes she had left Matilda with clearer instructions, so the vampire hunting didn’t blow up in their faces. She wishes she didn’t have to choose between LA and traveling with Beckett. She wishes being Malkavian didn’t come at so high a cost.

Her loved ones think she’s a hopeless dreamer. That’s not always a bad thing.

🌟 When your OC loses all hope, who do they turn to first? What helps make them feel better? What calms them down and reassures them? Why?

OOF. This is complicated! Darkest hours happen a lot in horror games, and, because they’re horror games, the characters face them alone, by choice or design.

When Cassandra was a young woman, she would turn to her mother and her family’s patriarch and patron, Antonio, for help. Generally, when Cassandra is upset, she turns to people, or self-soothes by pampering herself, like with bubble baths, fancy perfume, dancing, listening to music, singing etc. She’s an extrovert, so, like, seeking people is her default.

After her mother and Antonio were dead, she’d turn to her father, Enzo. However, it became apparent reallllllly quick that Enzo was not one for coddling and comfort--he would tell her to deal with it herself. Sure, he would help in material ways, like money, but didn’t Cassandra know he had real problems? like how to start the Italian mafia in LA lol

SOOOO her father’s rejection started a trend of self-reliance that does not always end well for her. Sure, in those brief, shining decades where all the Bonpensieros lived peacefully under the LA Camarilla, Cassandra had a quite large support system. She had her family, her mentor Jeanette, her friend Nick Knight, her Malkavian sister Matilda, her touchstone Frank Putnman, and her chosen family of Sancha, Elena, Zelde, and Sergio. If she was upset, she could go to any of these people for help, comfort, wisdom, and reassurance. But when things got really tough and really grim, Cassandra told no one. She faced it alone, and people she cared about died or were driven from the city, but they didn’t all die, and she grips that cold victory tight.

In the San Andreas timeline, she still holds that self-reliance, and she’s better at leveraging her connections to get what she wants. In A Kinder Universe...hmmm, I want to say Beckett, but I think it’s Sergio. They’ve been with her through the very thick and the very thin. There’s a Diary story I’ve skimmed wherein Anatole ditches Beckett to attend some great Malkavian meeting, and I think Cassandra would ditch him as well, BUT she would leave Sergio there to guard him. Sergio is not terribly pleased about this, and they and Beckett run after the wayward prophets.

💎 Does your OC collect anything? Is there a reason? When did they start and is it beginning to turn into a little bit of a hoarding issue? What do they do with their collection?

Uhhh, so this is pretty dark, but, um, do skulls of loved ones count as a collection.

In San Andreas timeline, Cassandra has collected the skulls of her sire Cactus Jack, Sergio, and Zelde. She also has the entire skeleton of a party guest at Antonio’s final party, ya know, the one that got blown up and incinerated Antonio, her family home, and their entire fortune. The skeleton died holding a wax tube recording of Antonio’s research into the Eye of Hazimel. From the Cobweb, Antonio guided Cassandra into finding this skeleton and recording, so it’s, ah, pretty special to her. She holds onto these bones out of grief.

A Kinder Universe is slightly cheerier! She only has Cactus Jack’s skull and the skeleton. Both of them stay at the Bonpensiero Mansion in her room. She also has her little shrine to Caine at Haven, but idk if that counts as a collection. She built it as a way to externalize and act on her Malkavian derangement (hearing Caine’s Voice). She offers flowers, prayers, and candles to the shrine, like Catholics do to saints. Also song lyrics once, haha. In addition, her room houses copies of her 3 albums and 5 films.

Whew! This got long! Thank you again for asking! :D :D :D

[herdokter]

REPOST DONT REBLOG

FULL NAME.   anastaszy finkelstein ;  anah mered ben meshullam. NICKNAME/ALIAS.  doctor finkelstein ; herr dokter ; saint anastaszy ; staz / staas ; rat bastard. GENDER. cis male. HEIGHT. 6′1. AGE. 1777 - 1832 ( verse dependent ). SPOKEN LANGUAGES. yiddish, hebrew, polish, german, english, french ; some romanian, russian, czech.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.  light yellow blond. EYE COLOR.   blue. SKIN TONE.   pasty. BODY TYPE.   bloodborne player character. DOMINANT HAND.   ambidextrous. POSTURE.   limp and lazy, but not slouching at the neck and shoulders; loose; tends to fold up or lounge when sitting. SCARS.  spiraling, twisted flesh on his right cheek from a gunshot wound. TATTOOS.   none. BIRTHMARKS.   none. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  abnormally tall and skinny, with long hands.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.    northwestern poland. HOMETOWN.   unknown shtetl, since disappeared. SIBLINGS.  three younger sisters, two younger brothers. PARENTS.   geyrshom and malka finkelstein.  SPOUSE. zvia wulf. CHILDREN. chajka and jakob finkelstein ; matilda g. petrovitch.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.   freelance alchemist and doctor. CURRENT RESIDENCE.  częstochowa, królestwo polskie. CLOSE FRIENDS.  goose egg, mikhaila petrovitch, lilias crow, rosevelyn boane, matilda g. petrovitch.  RELATIONSHIP STATUS. as divorced as a man can be without being divorced. FINANCIAL STATUS. not wealthy, but not struggling either. DRIVER’S LICENSE.  if it were the modern day, he’d be a very responsible driver. CRIMINAL RECORD.  got arrested in the ottoman empire for smuggling then released on the condition that he train the troops in magic use. he didn’t do that either. also on the run from louisiana law enforcement for organ trafficking. VICES.  alcohol and most available drugs. lying.

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   asexual. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.   submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch   LIBIDO.   nonexistent. TURN ON’S.     TURN OFF’S.   propositioning him for sex. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  walked out on his wife but refused to even look at anybody else because he still loved her and was loyal to her. then his wife told him to eat her shit and hair and he said ‘yes ma’am’ and fucked off permanently.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. it’s not the same ( figure it out ) - abraham inc. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. reading. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. left brained. PHOBIAS. none ( ? ) SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.  that is a mystery. VULNERABILITIES.  technically a squishy spell caster. he actually cares very deeply for his wife and children. he is also dedicated to the advancement of human rights and will drop what he’s doing to join a revolution. he will do most anything for science, at the risk of harming himself. alcoholism. 

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tagging :   if you’re an oc i want to see it.

[pencopanko]

2020 TAG GAME LET'S GO

Whoo... what a year huh? I hope everyone's doing fine! Don't forget to wash those grabby grabbers of yours and stay inside if possible! I'm lucky enough to have the privilege of having my classes online and being able to do my final thesis at home and being able to see the stars more at night but a lot of people out there aren't as lucky. I salute y'all. You guys are doing the best you can and I am proud of you!

ANYWAYS OKAY LET'S GO THIS IS A LONG ONE AAA

1. Tagged by @alreadyinmotion

Name: Penco, Pen, Pen-pen (a nickname I acquired from my Japanese friends)

Zodiac: Gemini (and apparently my moon is Sagittarius??)

Favourite musicians or bands: ABBA, MAMAMOO (I have no bias, I love them all), GOT7 (I don't have a particular bias but I do think Jinyoung is very pretty uwu), Perfume, Fleet Foxes, Mili, Dua Lipa (her newest album is so good y'all ;;;;;), Shikata Akiko, Saint-Saëns, NonaRia, Chrisye, Erwin Gutawa, Isyana Sarasvati, Michael Jackson, La Flor De Toloache, Anthony Ramos, Hon Jin-young, Stella Jang, Coldplay, Resolved Dissonance, Pogo, and many more!

Favorite sports team: I don't really care much but I do support the national soccer team!

Other blogs: pencokun-arts and petalcookies (the latter has semi-NSFW stuff reblogged to it so be careful)!

Do I get asks: Not really :0

How many blogs do I follow: ....5000. Most of these are probably dead...

What I'm wearing:

Dream vacation: Somewhere quiet and cool... the mountains, basically. But I'd love to visit Japan and various spots in Europe! A world tour would be nice too uwu

Dream car: I honestly don't want to own a private vehicle but... an RV would be very, very nice.

Drinks of choice: Black sesame/tahini milkshake, water, milk tea of any kind particularly rose and classic, white coffee, any kind of latte, milk of any kind, honey with lemon and cinnamon, mojito mocktail etc. Oh, and Sprite too.

Celebrity crushes: JULIE ANDREWS, Princess Diana, Isyana Sarasvati, Hafthor Björnsson (this is somewhat embarrassing as I'm not interested in watching GOT but boy does he look handsome (；´∀｀) ), Benny Andersson, Kim Young-chul, Jack Black, and David Harbour.

Random fact: Akutagawa Ryūnosuke once wrote his rendition of Momotarō in 1927 because he was sick of the "South Sea Fever" that was common in writing circles then and also because he hated Sazanami Iwaya's version of the same story that was written in the 1890's as a form of pro-Emperor propaganda targeted towards fourth grader boys. In his version, Akutagawa also extended the story by telling the reader how the peach came to be and he also added a bonus ending in which both the monkey and pheasant died at the hands of the vengeful monster children, leaving Momotarō with the dog, a symbol of blind loyalty.

2. I got tagged for real this time and it was by @heyheyitsjuju !

1. Current top 3 ships:

Rafael x Rosita uwu (for those of you who aren't familiar, it's an OC X canon pairing from Coco that Juju kickstarted!)

Senpai x Otome from The Night Is Short, Walk On Girl

Agatsuma Zenitsu x Kamado Nezuko from Kimetsu no Yaiba

2. Last song: Eagle by ABBA

3. Lipstick or chapstick?: Chapstick underneath lipstick uwu And tinted lip balms!

4. Last movie: The Night Is Short, Walk On Girl for my final thesis

5. Reading/Playing:

The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion

Cookie Run: OvenBreak

6. Things that make me happy:

Lately it's been makeup and skincare! I've been having fun experimenting with colours, being my own beauty editor a la Matilda (aka matildaonvideo on Instagram), and such!

Good music! I've been listening to a lot of MAMAMOO and ABBA lately ^^

Rose water! I just love the scent~ I also use it as toner alongside my homemade apple cider vinegar toner

Drawing! I've been experimenting with my latest piece for a zine and I cannot wait to share it with y'all!

Baking! Looking forward to baking that banana bread this week ლ(´ڡ`ლ)

Tagging: You

[kindred-huntrs]

{Ok, this shall be the pinned post. I’m going to put everything here as I need to reconnect my laptop to the WiFi but I’m a tad lazy so it’ll have to wait. This blog is for Matilda Marigold Garcia, both the Bloodborne version and the Red Dead Online version, my Bloodborne oc, Marcelina Turner and my overwatch oc, Emery Whitlock. I’m going to be brief with characters and rules for mobile users and those who are having trouble seeing the actual characters and rules.}

Characters-

Matilda Garcia (red dead redemption):

She pretty much grew up in poverty in Saint Denis. Was raised by her mother and grandmother as her father and grandfather left. She’s mixed but white passing. Matilda knows a lot of things as she’s heard a lot of things. She’ll sometimes say things to the law when it’s really illegal. But mostly repeats it to other lower/working class. She’s 24 years old and skinny/scrawny short girl with short hair. She’s kind hearted and sweet.

Matilda Garcia (Bloodborne):

She moved from America to Yharnam because she was sick. Once healed with the old blood, she became a beast hunter when the beast plague broke out. She never liked this because of her peers mocking her. Eventually, she started work at the school of Mensis. She was much happier here as her work as a hunter was a bit more appreciated. Had found a variant bloodletter and used it. Matilda became known as the guard of Mensis. She was unfortunately never given the full truth on what goes on behind the scenes. Matilda in this verse is kind hearted, quiet and naïve. She’s not innocent and isn’t afraid to physically harm someone without proper (if any) warning. She’s 38 years old.

Marcelina Augusta Turner (Bloodborne):

Marcelina had grown up in a rough household so she ran away at 17. She eventually made it to Yharnam where the first kind person she met was Djura. After three years and meeting the other hunters, she was chosen by one of the gods to have a child who she named Roosevelt. She didn’t care for her son in the beginning but grew to do so. Marcelina eventually met up with Yamamura and they fell in love. Though he went missing, leaving a broken hearted Marcelina.

Marcelina is a serious and pragmatic woman during first few meetings. Though beneath her shell, she’s rather nice and somewhat a romantic. She loves a little bit of chaos now and then. She 31 years old by the time Bloodborne’s events start (1880’s for reference).

Emery Whitlock (Overwatch):

Emery was made to help heal. At least, that was her first memory. She was there when the crisis and overwatch had come and gone. Soon enough, she was out of her job. Mostly due to fear for the patients. She didn’t blame them but felt hurt. Emery traveled. Never staying around for too long because she knew she made people nervous. Emery is destined to join overwatch.

Personality wise: Emery is a “goody two shoes.” She loves helping others in need and always willing to lend a hand. This is to her detriment. She’s too nice. She’s too willing to help. Emery is practically a doormat. A people pleaser. She’s so scared of humans hating her that she tries so hard to be perfect. She’s insecure about herself. She sometimes wishes she was human.

[dreammakcr]

ON HIATUS UNTIL 8/1

hello friends! welcome to dreammakcr. independent. semi-selective. low-activity. an oc friendly, multi-universe, multi-muse, multi-ship fandom blog. this will contain nsfw and taboo content that will not be tagged. will not interact with anyone or any muse under 18. penned by Luna (31. married. EST. she/her.)

I can also be found at: @gcddamnvampire

draft count: 114 queue count: 12 meme count: 64

rules ║ muses ║ mobile muse page ║ starters ║ permanent starter calls

fandoms include:

harry potter

twilight

a court of thorns and roses

saints row

pride and prejudice (2005)

charmed (1998)

the folk of the air

detective comics

disney

anastasia

six the musical

rent

wicked

a song of fire and ice

greek mythology

lost girl

sailor moon

the princess diaries

brooklyn 99

buffy the vampire slayer

the addams family

supernatural

legally blonde

the host

baldur's gate 3

the shadows between us

kingdom of the wicked

serpent and dove

once upon a time

law and order: svu

clue

the greatest showman

the powerpuff girls

james bond

beetlejuice

dracula

911

star wars

the wizard of oz

hamilton

scandal

the royals

daughter of the pirate king

sky in the deep

barbie

titanic

alice madness returns

pirates of the caribbean

ride the cyclone

grease

halloweentown

lollipop chainsaw

red dead redemption 2

castle

sabrina the teenage witch

the good place

scooby doo

matilda

new girl

the nanny

golden girls

abbott elementary

hogwarts legacy

community

doctor who

yona and the dawn

totally spies

repo! the genetic opera

spy kids

mean girls

scream

halloween

fear street

ever after

[onehalfakindredsoul]

RULES :   post ten characters you’d like to write,  have written,  and might write  (  again  ).  tag ten people to do the same  (  if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can  ).  repost ! don’t reblog !

CURRENTLY WRITING:

Thor (Saint); canon-divergent, AU-based, with dips into Myth Loki (Risk); alternative timeline, son of Farbauti, King of the Nine Realms (apocalyptic mainverse) @frostkingoftheapocalypse

HAVE WRITTEN IN THE PAST:

A craptonne of OCs, with @syndarinn prior to tumblr rp

WANT TO WRITE/ MAY WRITE:

Honestly, not many other muses have caught me up like these two. They’re pretty comprehensive, they just love to take up a bunch of brain space XD If I had to choose, perhaps a Riddick or a Maximum Ride blog? What would also be curious is Matilda as an adult, and at a stretch if I could wrap my head around it, the Iron Bull from dragonage. But certainly none of these within the near future, 2 blogs is hard enough to manage as it is lmao

tagged by:  @silfursvik tagging: @kissofmistletoe, @shieldintheice, @asgardianhammer, @agcntwells, @animaimperfecta, @almodir, @wasacoyote + anyone who wants to do it

[gildedfms]

welcome  to  the  city  !  the  newspapers  have  been  abuzz  with  the  arrival  of  alberta  huang,  anika  dupont,  bambi  gold,  edward  saint  alban,  cecelia  arundel,  efemena  dormer,  charles  whitmore,  cressida  saint  alban,  evangeline  astor,  gwendolyn  dormer,  hazal  atasever,  jonathan  drake,  lalita  gadhavi,  nasrin  wycliffe  née  jahani,  octavia  gold,  percy  saint  alban,  rene  arundel,  salena  dupont,  silas  gold  and  yuto  wycliffe  !  thank  you  for  applying  and  welcome  to  gildedfms  !  please  refamiliarize  yourself  with  our  guidelines  and  follow  our  checklist  found  here.  all  accounts  must  be  submitted  through  the  ask  function  only  within  the  next  24  hours  ─  failure  to  do  so  will  result  in  the  reopening  of  the  characters  and  positions.  havana  rose  liu,  janhvi  kapoor,  isabel  may,  aneurin  barnard,  matilda  de  angelis,  arsema  thomas,  daniel  kaluuya,  phoebe  dynevor,  hannah  dodd,  halle  bailey,  meltem  akcol,  oliver  jackson - cohen,  anya  chalotra,  golshifteh  farahani,  kristine  froseth,  jonah  hauer - king,  milo  ventimiglia,  alia  bhatt,  brandon  sklenar  and  andrew  koji  are  now  unavailable.

havana  rose  liu  as  miss  alberta  'birdie'  huang  (  27  ),  cousin  of  the  astor  family  (  oc  spot  )  by  mina.

janhvi  kapoor  as  miss  anika  dupont  (  26  )  by  puck.

isabel  may  as  miss  bambi  gold  (  25  )  by  honey.

matilda  de  angelis  as  miss  cecelia  arundel  (  25  )  by  seph.

daniel  kaluuya  as  mister  charles  whitmore  (  37  )  by  juno.

phoebe  dynevor  as  lady  cressida  'sisi'  saint  alban  (  24  )  by  ianthe.

aneurin  barnard  as  lord  edward  saint  alban  (  31  )  by  fox.

arsema  thomas  as  miss  efemena  'effie'  dormer  (  27  )  by  mina.

hannah  dodd  as  miss  evangeline  astor  (  25  )  by  diana.

halle  bailey  as  miss  gwendolyn  'winnie'  dormer  (  24  )  by  cam.

meltem  akcol  as  miss  hazal  atasever  (  25  ),  ward  of  the  arundel  family  by  ciel.

oliver  jackson - cohen  as  mister  jonathan  drake  (  36  ),  lawyer  of  cadwalder  law  firm  and  the  gold  family  (  oc  spot  )  by  diana.

anya  chalotra  as  miss  lalita  gadhavi  (  31  ),  lawyer  of  the  dupont  family  (  oc  spot  )  by  honey.

golshifteh  farahani  as  missus  nasrin  wycliffe  née  jahani  by  seph.

kristine  froseth  as  miss  octavia  gold  (  28  )  by  nikki.

jonah  hauer - king  as  lord  percy  saint  alban  (  28  )  by  hay.

milo  ventimiglia  as  mister  rene  arundel  (  41  )  by  cody.

alia  bhatt  as  miss  salena  dupont  (  30  )  by  fox.

brandon  sklenar  as  mister  silas  gold  (  34  )  by  j.

andrew  koji  as  mister  yuto  wycliffe  (  36  )  by  j.