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WIP Wednesday, Enemies To Lovers Meme & OC Dialogue Meme

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[Edit: Sorry for the second tagging, I had to fix a mistake on my post and my laptop for some reason negates the tagging I made so… yeah.]

WIP for Life, Despair & Monsters, the Enemies to Lovers Meme for The Silver Chronicles, specifically for Silva and Faith, and the Dialogue Meme for Archangel Metatron and Xiang Ba'al for Wings And Horns WIP.

A snippet of my DDLC WIP You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club! Monika has the opportunity to taste her first meal in the real world... a bowl of rice porridge. This WIP is still under heavy construction so things may change in the near future:

Once she had found a relatively empty area, devoid of prying students (and concerned clubmates), Monika sat down on the corner of a stone slab.

Taking one last look around for any lingering peers, Monika's relief was interrupted by the grumble of her empty stomach, yearning for the hot consumable in her hands.

She seated herself down on the cool stone, the shade of the cherry acting as additional protection from the eyes of others. Her skirt acted as a blanket against the slab's roughness.

Monika, though having no previous set opinion on buildings like her high school (the falsity of that reality notwithstanding), however, here she couldn't stop herself from really admiring the architecture. If this were a digital world, as she feared it could still be, she'd still be impressed by the level of detail that its developer's implemented.

But if this really was the reality she yearned for... she was absolutely breathless.

Her stomach rumbled in demand of sustenance once more.

And hungry, she reminded herself, placing the heated bowl of boiled grains on her lap. Faced once more with one of the mandatory functions of having a real body, the anticipation set in.

Hunger was never a concern she had prior in the game unless it was demanded for a scene, but with her new life, she was going to have to make this a daily occurrence.

She looked down at the simple rice porridge, or rather, okayu. At first, she hesitated stabbing her spoon into the bowl. After all, the mix of hot soggy rice drenched in boiled water hadn't looked very appealing. However, it was amongst the few meals she found out could soothe an ailing stomach (after the incident that occurred prior to the week), and the alternative dishes weren't optional today.

In addition, it wasn't something that had existed in the game.

I will give credit though, Monika thought as she dipped the spoon's head into the melted grains, It does smell way too good for something that looks so unappealing.

She brought a small spoonful up to her lips, blowing gently on the heated rice, she closed her eyes before swiftly shoving it in her mouth.

Her eyes involuntarily opened, green irises widening at the new sense. Spoon still in her mouth, her tongue slathered itself in the porridge. The watery texture of the rice grains was dull, and yet, softly comforting in its heat. The mix of boiled rice and water tasted surprisingly nice, and when swallowing it, she hummed in satisfaction as .

It was nothing she had ever felt before; she could never have any sense of taste in the few moments she got to eat in the game. All it was in that prison was nothing. Less than nothing. But here...

Her eyes welled with tears as she stabbed another spoonful into the porridge. She didn't know if this was reality or a less limited version of her former one, but she was grateful for this all the same. In quick succession, she had nearly devoured half the porridge, and savored in a dish by looks alone shouldn't be this good.

She wouldn't be satisfied until the entire porridge was empty in the bowl.

[NOTE: I will most likely rewrite this scene in the future, as I want Monika's reaction to be a lot more impactful, considering in the game she probably could never truly "taste" the food she "ate" (if she was given the chance to eat anything that is)]

Anyway, have an enemies-to-lovers meme for the slowest-burn couple I've ever had the pleasure to make; "Boa Lurking In The Bliss", or rather my FC5 Deputy OC Silva Omar x Faith Seed ship. Also, for some reason, Silva has a questionable taste in women; most of whom (Irene and Faith) are powerful, feared and dangerous & manipulative, with the only normal commonality between them that Silva finds attractive and mesmerizing being their green eyes. Anyway, meme and template below:

To clarify, these two change a lot throughout their... uh, for a lack of better words, complicated romance. Especially when it comes to Faith. Also for the "would kill", Faith would have killed Silva if Joseph gave the a-okay during the "I hate this woman for destroying my weed crops" phase, however, this ultimately changes later down the line when she realizes she has feelings. Also it's not that Silva doesn't hold a little contempt towards Faith's actions in the "Hate Meter", but she's honestly got worse people to hate (a prominent figure being her father, Adam Omar). Things get better... eventually.

I've got two Dialogue memes for two major characters in my Wings And Horns WIP; that being Archangel Metatron and Xiang Ba'al. Metatron's is first:

Translation for the small text:

Have them introduce themself:

"Greetings to you, saintly soul. Have no fear. I am the Archangel Metatron, and from the Heavens, I seek your assistance."

Describe their voice, generally: (e.x. accent/type/inflection)

There's a certain gentle divinity in it, with an atmosphere of wisdom retained, like an experienced worker or an older man. Clearly masculine but not too deep.

In their own words, what are they proud of/what is their most passionate interest?

"I am impassioned by my service to the Allfather of the Heavens. Any work I do under his name I find to be an honor. One of my proudest achievements would be leading an exodus of a flock of believers out of harms way."

They've been caught doing... something! Can they talk their way out of it?

"If I can, on my word, blessedly sworn by the Allfather, his kingdoms and his children… I have a reason and probable jurisdiction too which I can and will explain."

Free space/Dramatic Monologue!

"Cadet… I wish you the best. And should your journey be… opposed by non-believers… you have my endorsement to proceed to the next life. If that means much anyway…"

[Image Reference Credits: Art of Archangel Metatron that I found posted on Quora]

And here's Xiang Ba'al's:

Translation for the small text:

Have them introduce themself:

"Well, well, well… Hello there good pedestrian. You look a little down. Perhaps horrified even? All because of that dreadful soul mark isn't it? No need to worry, I'm not here to judge. I'm here to give an escape from this cursed "destiny". Who am I? Silly me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Xiang Ba'al… and I offer you freedom."

Describe their voice, generally: (e.x. accent/type/inflection)

Xiang's voice is deep and rough, but in spite of this, he holds a certain mix of showmanship and a upperclassman (which he is not). Whether this is an act of playfulness or a mockery towards the Heavens, he often uses it when freeing humans of their red string.

In their own words, what are they proud of/what is their most passionate interest?

"I'd have to say removing those restrictive marks from those humans above had been quite liberating. Not to mention, it eventually worked in our favour… the lord dickheads in charge realised the system was collapsing and axed it before it could get worse."

Free space/Dramatic Monologue!

"Jezebel was long abandoned by her family when they allowed that perversion of a marriage to go ahead. To them, she was just property to benefit off. To me, she is my reason to continue this crusade against those pricks up above. She is why I got off my ass in Hell. She is why I learned to cook. She is why I learned to read, to write, to travel and work and do all the things a demon of Sloth would think ridiculous and a waste. They told me, "She will be the undoing of your nature." And maybe they're right. I no longer sleep the millenia away. I no longer wish for a final ending. I no longer let the rot of regret and shame chain me. But I'm not unhappy with that. Why? Because she is my reason to live. Her smile. Her cheer. Her obsession with scissors. And if bringing down the system that damned her in the first place makes her sleeps ever more peaceful, then Archangel, you can fucking bet I'm not going to stop until your superiors FINALLY GET OFF THEIR ASSES!"

[Image References: Kagetane Hiruko from Black Bullet and a picture of a sloth].

And here are the empty templates below:

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The most "evil" hero OC I can think of from the top of my head would be Kamski Neon. Sonya and Ress were a close second, however, when it comes to the most immoral acts, Kamski takes the cake. Kamski is Silva's personal/family doctor (and the father to her dead lover Irene who was killed in a massacre that they both survived), and Kamski has a (understandable) disdain towards so-called "prophets" and those who overzealously and blindly follow said prophets. And while he thinks he does have Silva's best interests in mind, it doesn't justify the acts he commits, which only increase tension and breaks his trust with Silva. Kamski kills the cultists in the Project at Eden's Gate (aka Peggies), including those who are unarmed non-fighters, and very much would kill any defectors seeking to change their ways. He destroys a lot of property that Eden's Gate initially stole from the locals, including resources that the Resistance could use, and he has no regard for his Resistance ally fighter's lives, which is mostly due to Kamski's "us vs them" attitude; with him and Silva as "us" and everyone else as "them". Kamski is also not hesitant in manipulating and pushing Silva into showing no mercy towards her enemies, actively discouraging potential peace and going behind her back in certain decisions.

The most "good" villain OC I have is Xiang Ba'al. A demon from the Sloth Ring of Hell, Xiang takes responsibility over the soul of a little girl named Jezebel who was damned as a "Sinner" down in the Pride Ring after being murdered by a Soulmate who wasn't appropriate for her. Angered by this injustice, Xiang takes Jezebel under his wing, teaching her how to fight and use her mantis cutters as weapons, and they travel to the human world to dismantle the Soulmate system after seeing how it negatively affected Jezebel. Xiang is well-intentioned, however, he was also very forceful in his cause, removing soul marks from people regardless if they asked him to or not, if they wanted it or not. However, Xiang doesn't harm anyone (at least, those who are innocent), though isn't afraid to defend himself and Jezebel from both humans and angels alike. Xiang is a well-intentioned extremist, one who tries to minimize harm rather than cause it (and though he does take away people's choice in whether or not they want to meet their soulmate, or worse, have met their soulmate but thanks to him, can no longer feel their connection with their soulmate, Xiang only harms others if it's in self-defence; so a literal noble demon).

Tell me, which of your hero OCs is the most “evil,” and which of your villain OCs is the most “good?”

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Music Monday

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Songs for The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and Wings And Horns respectively. You can find the songs below the cut:

Elsa Omar is Silva's younger sister, they both managed to escape to America together along with an infant Persephone, where Elsa would have quite the reputation in Hope County, but they'd have around two or three years of peace before Elsa perishes in an accident. Ezekiel is Thomas Rush's future Captain in Security in Old Dusk, and has a rebel attitude towards authority he does not respect. However, back on the Archipiélagos, Elsa was the damsel-in-relative-distress lying and manipulating her piece of shit father as she shared info with the local rebellion about the Congregation's patrols and whatnot, while Ezekiel was an orphaned Tumultite street kid who looked up to the likes of Alvarich and Paul, despite being very anti-authoritarian in general. When these two first met... they hated each other. But hate turned to grudging respect. Respect turned to horrified crushing. Crush turned into deflecting by flirting. And that annoyed everyone else. Even 26 years after he last saw her alive, Ezekiel still yearns for his star-crossed love. And I think this song definitely describes how much their connection may as well have been fated, even if it was for a short time.

"I don't mean to be so uptight But my heart's been hurt a couple times By a couple guys that didn't treat me right I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna lie 'Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made of Boy, make me believe." "Whoa, hold up, girl, don't you know you're beautiful? And it's easy to see."

"If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be So won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby if it's meant to be

So come on, ride with me, ride with me See where this thing goes So come on, ride with me, ride with me Baby if it's meant to be."

"Maybe we do." "Maybe we don't." "Maybe we will Maybe we won't.

But if it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be ("Sing it baby")* If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be ("Come on") Baby, just let it be." ("Let's go!")

[*Changed the word to "baby" instead of leaving it as "Bebe"]

Cecil Royce is the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce, conceived after a drunk night of hate sex. Cecil, unlike her cousins, does not hold any admiration towards her father. Throughout The Thorned Crown Of Iron Thrones, Cecil is particularly hostile towards Daemon, and pretty much rejects the Targaryen name and practices in favour of her mother's. Though after the "accidental" death of her mother, she is put underneath Daemon's care... and he honestly tries his best. Through many trials, and many errors, as well as very slow-paced bonding experiences and the apparent mutual agreement that Rhaenyra should be heir to the Iron Throne, they manage to get along, and find in themselves an actual father-daughter bond suited for two rogue Targaryens. Until of course Cecil learns from him that he murdered her mother... and unlike Daemon, Cecil actually loved and looked up to Rhea. A bond fractures and there's just this uneasiness between them that stays long after the first fic ends and the second fic begins. How does "Summertime Sadness" fit into all of this? While the song itself is a yearning for the loss of a lover, here the context is Cecil's conflicted grief and yearning after the loss of Daemon, when he buys her time to fight the Court King, where he is knowingly severely outmatched and slain in the encounter. Despite the fractures in their relationship, Cecil can't really get over the fact that, while Daemon was no where close to perfect, he was her father, and the bond they had combined with the sacrifice he made is something can't help but grieve over.

"Oh, my God, I feel it in the air Telephone wires above are sizzlin' like a snare Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere Nothin' scares me anymore (One, two, three, four)

Kiss me hard before you go Summertime sadness I just wanted you to know That, baby, you the best

I got that summertime, summertime sadness Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness Got that summertime, summertime sadness Oh, oh-oh, oh

Think I'll miss you forever Like the stars miss the sun in the mornin' sky Later's better than never Even if you're gone, I'm gonna drive, drive, drive

I got that summertime, summertime sadness Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness Got that summertime, summertime sadness Oh, oh-oh, oh."

Wouldn't It Be Nice if Metatron and Xiang could just sit down and get along for a few moments while looking past their species prejudices and work on agreeing that something needs to be done about the Soulmate System, because it's definitely malfunctioning? Said by Azriel and Jezebel as they "fight" while their caretakers are getting deep into that steel on steel, sword on bullet action.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we were older? Then we wouldn't have to wait so long And wouldn't it be nice to live together In the kind of world where we belong?

You know it's gonna make it that much better When we can say goodnight and stay together

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up In the morning when the day is new? After having spent the day together Hold each other close the whole night through

But happy times together we've been spending I wish that every kiss was never ending Oh, wouldn't it be nice

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray it might come true And, baby, then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do Oh, we could be married (Oh, we could be married) And then we'd be happy (And then we'd be happy) Oh, wouldn't it be nice

You know it seems the more we talk about it It only makes it worse to live without it But let's talk about it Oh, wouldn't it be nice?

Goodnight, oh baby Sleep tight, oh baby Goodnight, oh baby Sleep tight, oh baby Goodnight, oh baby Sleep tight, oh baby!"

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WIP Wednesday, My OC's As A Color Quiz & Meet My Character

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WIPs for Life, Despair & Monsters and The Silver Chronicles, this Quiz for the Wings And Horns main cast, and lastly Meet My OC template for two OCs from A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. As you can probably guess, this post does have NSFW content in it. You can read the WIPs, quiz results and find the template below the cut:

First WIP is for my The Invitation WIP (AU?) called An Invite To Wine And Dine. This is either a flashback or a prologue, where Evie Jackson officially meets one peculiar Sir Enigma Malvolio. Or what I'd like to call; five minutes of semi-normalcy before the Horrors(TM) struck. Only warning here is my unfunny running gag, take a gander of what it is:

With her shift over, Evie gave a swift goodbye to Grace and made her way out of the building. She's certain Grace knew something was up, but thankfully gave her some space.

Evie appreciated it.

Out the door and in the afternoon sun, the waitress tried to keep composure over the rising grief that choked at her throat. Her breathing stuttered as she wiped at her eyes in a futile attempt to stop the tears from dropping down.

Crying outside her workplace wasn't what she wanted to do today, but her sorrow seemed to disagree. Sniffling, she turned to make haste back to her apartment, only to be stopped by a voice she'd recently gotten acquainted with.

"Jolly Ho, Ms Jackson!" Mr. Malvolio greeted from behind her. Evie turned around as soon as she had been addressed by the man.

He was leaning his shoulder against a pillar, his rounded handle cane acting as extra support. Or maybe it was for show, she couldn't be sure.

Facing him, she could see he was wearing the same dark blue tuxedo suit he had been wearing the night prior. Now in the sunlight and not in the dim-lighted event, she could could see that his hair was indeed dark, as well as his eyes. And now that they face-to-face, she was surprised by the confirmation that, yes; Mr. Malvolio was, in fact, a head or so shorter than Evie herself.

He grinned with a friendly and overly excited demeanor, though slightly better than a lecherous gaze, it was still oddly off-putting to Evie. She took note that he was older than her; late 30s at the least, maybe forties though.

Even so, she acknowledged his presence with a surprised, "Mr. Malvolio?"

"Please, Ms Jackson, call me Sir- oh," Malvolio paused, grin gone and lips thinned as his eyes narrowed, inspecting her face, "Uh, um, not to alarm you dear, but, hmm, your face seems a little... wet?"

Despite his clumsy observation, Evie swiftly wiped at her face, and not wanting to share her troubles with a stranger, quickly said, "Oh, uh, that's nothing."

Mr. Malvolio pursed his lips, scrutinizing her features, "Are you certain Ms Jackson?"

"Yeah," Evie lied, smacking her lips together, "I just had some tap water spray at me. Didn't have time to dry it off when my shift ended."

To her surprise, Mr. Malvolio didn't question her shitty story, and instead seemed to believe her, "Is that why you're in such a rush? I must warn you dear, with that much haste, you might trip over your legs, and the pavement's quite concrete," Mr. Malvolio gave a small chortle as he added, "Scrapes and bruises wouldn't do so well on your fine skin."

Evie, in spite of being confused on whether that was a sort of jab or some weird form of compliment from the man, gave a half-hearted laugh back, ignoring his words in favor of the burning question, "Uh, Mr. Malvolio, sorry to pry but hadn't you said you'd be making your way back home?"

"Eh, we missed the plane," Mr. Malvolio answered, chuckling humorlessly, "Honestly, American airports are the worst. So Denise and I will be extending our stay for a little while longer in good old New York."

Mr. Malvolio gestured far back behind him, and Evie spotted his bodyguard, adorning a black and red suit contrasting her employer's, watching them from under the shade of a cafe umbrella, the dark-tinted sunglasses still covering her eyes.

That makes some sense, Evie thought, but wondered, But why are you here?

As if reading her mind, Mr. Malvolio added, "And I wanted to personally thank you for such a delightful evening. As well as saving Denise from her nut allergy. She may not look like it... nor will she ever admit it... but deep down she is grateful, as am I."

Evie took another glance at Denise, and even from their far distance, she could tell the only expression she could read on Denise's face was one of apathy.

Regardless though, she smiled in thanks of Mr. Malvolio's gratitude, which seemed so sincere. Maybe he was merely giving platitudes to pat himself on the back, or uphold a reputation. But she cherished what she could.

"That's rather kind of you Mr. Malvolio," Evie stuttered out, feeling like a damn that was cracking, ready to burst. Grace was right, she realised, Maybe my self-esteem's needed a boost from kindness for some time now.

"Please Ms Jackson, it's Sir En-," he pauses, face scrunched and unreadable, as he quizzically asks, "Uh, Ms Jackson, are you certain a tap is the cause of those tears?"

Evie wiped again once more at her face, though she stopped when Mr. Malvolio offered a handkerchief.

She accepted it, bringing the clean cloth to dry her face of the tears. Mr. Malvolio observed her with curiosity, and she absentmindedly wondered if he had never seen a person cry before.

With a small thanks she handed the handkerchief back, which he surprisingly accepted back into his breast pocket. He gave what she assumed to be a comforting smile. She opened her mouth to say something- perhaps an apology, maybe a hasty goodbye- but could not bring the words out when he asked with surprising gentleness, "What terrible loss has afflicted you to bring forth such sadness, my dear?"

Evie hesitated, a moment long enough for her to consider whether telling this man; practically a stranger, about the woes that drown her. One glance to his mature face marked her answer though.

With a shaky breath, Evie revealed to who would be the second person this month of her troubles.

"My mother recently passed away," she told Mr. Malvolio, whose very expression shifted from gentle to unreadable once more.

Here's more of my FC5 Bloodborne AU WIP, where werewolves are involved in Hope County and not in the usual fun way, no these things legitimately massacre people and are beyond complex thought comprehension. Paul and Silva established the Hunters who go on annual nightly hunts to downsize the werewolf population with Eden's Gate help... which has lasted for almost ten years now so you can guess how well that's doing. Also, Faith is a Vicar because Paul's previous one, Obadiah Teal, turned into a big scary werewolf (that breathed fire) [Originally this vicar was named Laurence as reference to Bloodborne but ultimately found a character of my own from Paul's lore to play the part. Obadiah was Paul's lover back on the Archipelagos in The Silver Chronicles but here he's a lost lenore (and future boss fight) in this AU. Apologies for any confusion]. Witness Vicar Faith as she prepares herself for an evening Paul vaguely bothered to warn her about while doing some introspection, and how she yearns for Silva's words of assurances... and, uh, ahem, touch. CW: Minor reference to past suicidal idealization (because Faith), minor mentions of past drug-use (because Faith), maybe two descriptions implying lack of self-care, sexual themes, and, eh, explicit horniness? But it's like a sad longing for intimacy??? I tried my best at keeping it consistent. Anyway, read below:

Green mirrored green, a pair of eyes gazing into the same reflected pair of eyes. Lifeless. Dull. Like her Angels had once been before the Bliss became what it is today.

Faith scrutinized the petite figure before her; in nothing but her undergarments, light brown hair flowing freely over her shoulder, the jewelry and veil she would adorn on herself laid unattended on the vanity, holding close the white shawls and garb that made up her image, which seemed so ragged now. Of age and constant use? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

Though, thankfully, her clothes condition were not as dire as the hand-me-down dress Joseph once gifted her, for what little time she owned it.

She wondered what had happened to it. She must have given it back to her brothers at some point, when it became clear she'd have no use to it. Had Joseph kept it, stored it away for safe keeping until the day he believed she'd return from this role? Was it collecting dust in some closet, discarded and forgotten, out of sight and out of mind? Like them? Or how she was now?

Had it been given to someone else? erupted a vile thought, Someone newer, younger and prettier?

When had been the last time her brothers had even visited her.

"When had been the last time he visited you, nuora?" Paul had softly, wearily asked her out of the blue once, as they stood side by side watching her brothers leave from the monastery's window after their last meeting.

Meetings of which were becoming thinner and thinner between duration. Enough time to greet, discuss progress of plans, then leave for weeks and months on end. Never enough to simply sit down and catch up on lost time.

Faith had given Paul a response full of puzzlement, one only meant to acknowledge the surface level of his question. One meant to evade a true answer. She couldn't remember what exactly it was though. Something along the lines of "what do you mean?" or "but we just did, silly?" or whatever mask she had to hide behind.

But she had found it to be all for naught, for it was naive of her to believe that Paul, of all the people she's met, would fall for such cheap tricks. And yet, he cared enough to rephrase his question, "When was the last time he visited just for you?"

Faith hadn't given an answer then. She couldn't find one now.

She huffed, and began to dress, slipping on the garb and shawls that made up Vicar outfit. Clothing of which felt so familiar to her body, as it had been amongst the most common clothes she's worn for nearly seven years now. The sleeves hugged her arms just as the garb fit her frame.

She decided to tighten the Vicar's loose attire last, focused on the jewelry and veil next. She pinned the jewels and gems along the hem of her shawls, the brooches strewn above her chest, and finally the pendant necklace, the most important piece of a Vicar, around her neck. Something that she would usually do instead of Faith.

From close behind her, long and strong arms would snake around to the front of her, to bring the cold touch of the pendant against the warmth of her exposed collarbone's skin.

It was not only the pendent that her Hunter would assist her in, but the laces behind the Vicar's back. Though, Faith mused, my adoring Silva would often struggle to keep on task in favor of more... pleasurable distractions.

Faith's lips curved up into a small smile, the Vicar gazing into the mirror of her not-yet-tightened and loose clothing. She felt an ache within her, and closed her eyes. Not to neglect her duties, but to... indulge, especially before tonight comes.

"You're a Vicar now, after all," Silva had once told her in their very room, sultry voice dripping with barely restrained desire, months after her inauguration and setting up this routine with this... new teasing and exciting tension between them. The ghost of her breath trailed along Faith's exposed neck, like little kisses, causing goosebumps to ripple along the skin. Silva's lips were close enough that it wouldn't take much distance for her to press down on her flesh.

She remembered how bated her breath was, the blood running across her cheeks. Silva must have noticed the red, as she seemed more enamored from the mirror's reflection. Hands on Faith's shoulders, Silva's lips whispered into the shell of her ear, "Here, as our Vicar, you can do as you please. And the Old Hunters will obey. Obadiah forgot that. So have the recruits. But a first hunter, like myself, has not, and will not. We are not meant to restrain our own nature. As long we do not shirk our duties in favor of overindulgence..."

Faith shivered in pleasure as Silva's lips grazed her skin, kissing along her jaw and cheek. Faith sighed, pleased by the contact. She turned her head to face Silva. Her hair was dark and skin were darker than hers, and so were her clothes. Vibrant green orbs gazed into the shining silver of the Chief Hunter's protege. Silva was Enlightened, just like her father.

"...Then we will be able to share our passions without incident," Silva stated, staring into Faith's eyes, slowly closing in

In those eyes were a beckoning; a need for something human to anchor her to this Earthly plane. A Hunter who wanted a Vicar. She, the necessary violence that bordered on the line between primal darkness and humanity whose insight of the world's darkest shades far exceeded Joseph's own... and her, the Monastery's only guiding light that gave promises of hope for seeing the next dawn, knowing yet clueless all the same, in contrast to Silva's sight.

They couldn't be so different from each other. So much contrast that the idea of any sort of union should baffle Faith.

And yet...

Faith gave one glance to Silva's tempting lips, and accepted the invite, crashing her own against the Hunter's. The latter recovered quickly, and pushed all her passion, all her want, all her needs into this one connection. Faith had hummed delightfully, and gasped when Silva's teeth bit down on her bottom lip teasingly.

Shamefully, or maybe shamelessly, she had moaned, which only encouraged Silva's endeavor. Faith, struck with the need to touch, caressed Silva's face, pressing her palm to hold Silva's face.

Faith was almost surprised by how quickly- how greedily Silva leaned into the contact. She smiled into the Hunter's lips though, amused and pleased; the strongest, most dangerous and powerful woman alive, was nothing but mush in the palm of Faith's hand.

Jacob would call this weakness. John would call this lust.

Faith believed this to be worth worshiping.

She broke away from the kiss, hand still on Silva's face. The eye contact they shared spoke in clear volumes of what they both wanted. She could imagine that this wasn't what Joseph had in mind when he sent her over here. Likelihood was, he wouldn't want her to discard the principles he passed down to her even if it meant a rival's destruction.

Faith knew she could stop this. That she could cut this connection from the bud before she defiled Joseph's Word any further.

She knew this, and still curled her hand behind Silva's head, rolling her shoulders so her loosened garb could shrug down to expose more skin. Faith tilted her head so Silva's lips could reach her naked neck, inviting her hunter to ravage at the skin, with promises of more.

With her hand around Silva's head, she guided the other woman to where she needed her attention to be.

Faith traced a hand over her neck, collarbone and covered shoulder. She envisioned the sensual kisses, wet lips pecking at her skin and the loving bites that brought her euphoria.

She trailed that hand down her chest, using her spare to grip her hip, re-enacting from memory how Silva's hands caressed her body, feeling up every curve, every spot, everywhere she could touch.

She hummed, shallow breaths escaped her lips, ecstasy coiled as one hand palmed at her breast, while the other reached lower and lower.

Silva's fingers brushed at her Vicar's clothed sex, and with little self-control to hold her back, the Hunter began to massage Faith's clit. Her lips and teeth continued to cover Faith's skin with a Hunter's affection. Soft murmurs of praise under a native tongue faintly spoken each time Silva tasted the Vicar's flesh, leaving faint bruises, but withholding the strength to break it.

Faith had extended her arms to steady herself against the mirror as Silva had her chase after a high that she was sure no drug could compare to. Her skin felt ablaze with euphoria, a sensation Silva had once admitted rivaled a Hunter's bloodlust during nightly hunts.

Those words had elicited a smug pride that she's sure she'd be shamed for if she expressed it within the Project's Compound.

Grinding against Silva, she could feel the other woman's own excitement digging behind her, and though her actions motivated the Hunter to please her Vicar, it was apparent she was focused on bringing out Faith's pleasure first.

Her legs shook as Silva further stimulated the sensations of her body, Faith's rapid breaths replaced by loud moans of building ecstasy, as Silva's hands massaged her breast and rubbed at her clit and cover her flesh in hickeys.

Faith could feel herself getting closer, strands of hair stuck to her forehead, the pleasure Silva's helped her build up accumulating, with a bated breath, a final release-

"Vicar Faith?" a rough voice belonging to a hunter called out from behind the door with a knock, snapping the woman in question out of her feverish state. The Hunter's voice, who Faith realized belonged to Nadi, continued, "You've been getting ready for a while now. Are you alright?"

Faith, though suffering from irritation, disappointment and a lack of satisfying conclusion to her personal indulgences, managed to reply while only sounding a little breathless, "Yes, I'm fine Hunter Nadi. Just struggles with back laces."

Nadi didn't sound unconvinced from Faith's response as the Hunter stated, "Very well ma'am. I'd just like to inform you that the attendants are being gathered up for this evening's service. And, uh, the Chief Hunter wanted me to add that one of... Eden's Gate' vehicles had arrived?"

Faith felt her blood run cold, and after a momentary silence, Nadi asked, "Vicar Faith, out of curiosity... where will you be going?"

Faith swallowed, letting out a calming exhale as she assuredly said, "Nowhere but here Hunter Nadi. I may have to make an errand to the Convent though, but I'll be escorted by your fellow hunters. Inform the Project members that I will not be leaving the Monastery for tonight."

Hunter Nadi accepted the answer with a small "of course ma'am" and Faith heard the woman's footsteps became fainter and fainter.

Faith huffed out in relief, looking herself in the mirror. She was a little red, and a bit hot and bothered. While the interruption was certainly personally undesirable, she was glad Nadi informed her of their now leaving guests.

Pulling the loose laces behind her to tighten the Vicar's garb, she reached for the final piece; the veil, adorned with a crown of flowers and three red gems. She always wondered what significance this Vicar garb held. It wasn't too dissimilar from a bride's dress, but far more intricate and detailed (and time consuming to put on) than the dress Joseph gifted her.

Paul said that it was designed to make her look ethereal to their converts, trustworthy and responsible, someone to seek guidance and find hope in.

Meanwhile Silva's only interest in the Vicar's garb was to get Faith out of it.

Not that I minded it, she thought coyly.

Many nights she spent in the other women's chambers, or they stayed in her own, pursuing a fiery passion after an uneventful service, or mending the Hunter's wounds after a long hunt. Then there were the quiet moments, where the only intimacy either shared was an embrace.

Neither could keep their hands off one another; touch was as important as their words, letting one know the other was still present.

Which was far from what Joseph had wanted her to do. Her role was to hold influence over the Monastery, to lower their guard and slowly introduce the Word. Keep the sinners from temptation until the beasts were eradicated and the Reaping came, and she'd reunite with her brothers at the Compound, and the false shepherds were both dead.

Though once her escorts return to Joseph without her, Faith was certain he'd figure out that she was one who fell for temptation. Especially if he finds out she confessed to Paul about the plan, and aided him in setting up Joseph's arrest.

Not for Paul though. Nor for the hunters and the converts.

Joseph had given her so much; a new name, a purpose, a family, a second chance at living. Once she was a girl who could only find escape through the needle, tip-toeing between the line of life and death. And he transformed her into someone else; someone worth more. Breathing a into her a new life that she didn't think was possible within her. Nurturing her with his word, with guidance.

She let go of Tracey for him, even though she wished her best friend had stayed. She had left Rachel behind for him. She gave him the Bliss and Angels. She gave him her entire being, to mold and shape in his image.

Sure, the family he took her into wasn't perfect; despite their similarities, John resented her for the attention and praise Joseph sung of her, and she wasn't naive to think Jacob cared for her. He's sat through two sisters; really, how important would a third be?

But that hadn't mattered to her at the time; to Faith, Joseph's was all that mattered.

And that was true, for a time. Just like it had been true for Tracey. And she would always be grateful for him, just as she had been for her former friend.

But she couldn't let Silva die. Not after three painful years trying to wake her up.

Here is the OCs become color quiz results for the main four characters of Wings And Horns; Archangel Metatron, Cadet Azriel, Xiang Ba'al and Jezebel Ba'al. Read below:

ARCHANGEL METATRON

By the finale, this is most definitely true for Metatron.

CADET AZRIEL

This quiz must know Azriel's future because damn!

XIANG BA'AL

Not really Xiang's style. He's a good dad but he's also an extremist in many ways.

JEZEBEL BA'AL

Jezebel's been through some tough shit, I don't think pinning all the blame on her is really fair.

[Meet My Character for A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. Specifically Courier Ryder and Alph Dolen]

And lastly Meet My Character sheets for my Courier Ryder and Alph Dolen from my A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore series.

COURIER RYDER (FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS)

Her “Pronouns” are supposed to be:

She/Her

Her "Defining Features" state: Reddish-brown hair, brown eyes, has scars from past fights on her face, one noticeably at the edge of her left brow, wears riot gear with a courier's drip but not the helmet.

ALPH DOLEN THE LONE WANDERER (FALLOUT 3)

His "Defining Features" state:

Ginger, hazel eyes, predominantly wears wasteland survivor gear with Tunnel Snakes Jacket, after being ghoulified his skin starts greying and becomes sunken, starts losing hair.

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Just another two songs by Aaron Fraser-Nash to pass the time. One that is a "parody song" (don't know what else to call them) of "Exes & Ohs" (by Elle King) and an original Pennywise song by Aaron Fraser-Nash. Also there's a OC Food Summary Template for Xiang Ba'al from my Wings And Horns WIP. Listen to the songs and find a blank template below the cut:

And here's Xiang Ba'al's Food Summary:

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Three songs for one OC (or rather one group), one WIP and on companionships. Respectively for Wings And Horns, A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore and The UnTitledverse. Listen and read below:

Wings And Horns is an Original Work I'm planning to write, which involves a pair of angels chasing after a pair of extremist demons who are trying to destroy the "Soulmate System"; a divine system designed to romantically pair souls together throughout lifetimes and reincarnation. Archangel Metatron and his companion, an Angel of Death named Azriel, are tasked with preserving the system, while a Demon from the Sloth Ring known as Xiang Ba'al and his adopted daughter, a Sinner soul by the name of Jezebel, start a campaign to abolish the Soulmate System due to the flaws that had personally affected Jezebel. "Carousel" encapsulates everyone's place in the system, how while it is well-meaning and capable of bringing joy to some, it does leave others at a disadvantage and gives a lack of choice in their destinies.

"'Round and 'round like a horse on a carousel, we go Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel

Come, come one, come all You must be this tall To ride this ride at the carnival

Oh, come, take my hand And run through playland So high, too high at the carnival

And it's all fun and games 'Til somebody falls in love But you've already bought a ticket And there's no turning back now

'Round and 'round like a horse on a carousel, we go Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel

This horse is too slow We're always this close Almost, almost, we're a freakshow

Right, right when I'm near It's like you disappear Where'd you go? Mr. Houdini, you're a freakshow

And it's all fun and games 'Til somebody falls in love But you've already bought a ticket And there's no turning back now

'Round and 'round like a horse on a carousel, we go Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel

Why did you steal my cotton candy heart? You threw it in this damn coin slot And now I'm stuck, I'm stuck Riding, riding, riding

'Round and 'round like a horse on a carousel, we go Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel."

Next song I'd say is less for the OC in The UnTitledverse I chose this for, by the name of Madame Callaghan, who is the director of C.Y.P.R.U.S, a multiverse organization that kidnaps children and trains them to be assassins and hitmen (amongst other unfavorable things), but more so for both Madame Callaghan and her expectation and relationship with her "children" as well; Mordecai (The Huntsman), Urijah (The Nihilist), Theodore or rather Theo (The Copycat) and lastly Candace (The Combatant). I tried to encompass the main figureheads of C.Y.P.R.U.S with this one.

"Time of the essence Do not let me down (Down) So many people in one place It's time for us to make a presence

Time is of the essence I won't let you down (Down) So many people in one place Oblivious, just like you say

So just trust me this one time I know you won't regret it I know you are sick, but so am I

And I will be there for you Through time as it tick, tick, ticks

And I will be there for you Through time as it tick, tick, ticks

And I will be there for you

My darling, I know there's certain things that you should know I know this comes with a price that I'm willing to pay Be ready Something terrible is coming (something terrible is coming) (Tick, tick, tick, tick)

Everything I've worked for, and everything I do You know that there's a reason that I do these things for you I do it for the thrill, I do it for the fun You've taught me there's a twisted usefulness in everyone Let me prove my point, it will not disappoint Just give me the word, I am ready, I am poised Isn't this what a true friend would do? I promised I would be there for you."

This song relates to Marissa "Ress" Bishop and Ortega "Ore" Brantley's bond with their Fallout companions in A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. Ore has been around long enough to make companions during the events (though slightly altered) of Fallout (1997), 2, 3 and New Vegas, while Ress has been around to bond with her companions in Fallout 3, New Vegas and 4. After Fallout (1997) and Fallout 2, Ore takes an "keep at arms length" approach with human companions in 3 and New Vegas, because he's outlived the likes of Elrand Brant (The Vault Dweller), Ian, Tycho, Katja and likely John Cassidy and Vic as well (either to age or circumstances) including Elrand's granddaughter Finidy Mona (The Chosen One), whom had been killed by Ore's father, Arcane Urias. Ore mostly connects with non-human companions as they are either a Ghoul or a Super Mutant and have a longer lifespan, until he makes a connection with Ryder (Courier Six). Meanwhile, Ress has the luck of gaining companions and keeping in contact with them in less than a decade, and due to her upbringing with the Bishop Crime Family, has a need to socialize and keep her companions close. She understands that due to her father, Urias', biology she'll likely outlive most others just like Ore, so she takes it upon herself to make as much meaningful relationships as possible to remember fondly over. The reason Ore and Ress gravitate towards these companions is either due to a sentimental reason or even because nearly all companions are as odd and outcasted as the brother and sister are.

"Hey, everybody loses it Everybody wants to throw it all away sometimes And hey, yeah, I know what you're goin' through Don't let it get the best of you You'll make it out alive

Oh, people like us, we've got to stick together Keep your head up, nothin' lasts forever Here's to the damned, to the lost and forgotten It's hard to keep high when you're living on the bottom

Oh, whoa, oh, whoa We're all misfits living in a world on fire Oh, whoa, oh, whoa Sing it for the people like us, the people like us

Hey, this is not a funeral It's a revolution after all your tears have turned to rage Just wait, everything will be okay Even when you're feelin' like it's goin' down in flames, oh."

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OC Alignment Test

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Decided to do ten OCs (five protagonists and five antagonists) from The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters, Wings And Horns WIP and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore for this quiz here. Results under the cut:

JOAQUIN COBALT (THE UNTITLEDVERSE)

I think this suits Joaquin. He's helps others, which also benefits himself, and is open to helping powers above himself but is not bounded to them, just taking advantage of the benefits to help his community. He's loyal to his friends and family, and though he has his own acts of mercy, if there is a threat against his family, he's not hesitant to rid of them.

ZACHARIAH THE ORCHESTRATOR (THE UNTITLEDVERSE)

I don't agree with this alignment. Zachariah's a controlling bastard, and being the second-borne Eldritch that is the Hand at Fate's Table, he believes himself above everything and everyone. He wants to enact his own rule and control over everyone, his own order, because his biases and prejudices against humanity blinds him from seeing their importance in the grand scheme of things. While his greed and hatred (against humans especially) does drive him, he does has reservations towards avoiding to hurt his siblings, as he believes them to be deluded by their love for the humans (and is rather envious of humans taking their attention).

SILVA OMAR (THE SILVER CHRONICLES [FC5, FCND])

While I do believe Silva is definitely in the "Good" range, I disagree with Neutral Good. I think she rather fits "Lawful" or even "Chaotic" Good; Lawful because she believes in the ideals of the Tumultites and the Sheriff's Department (and eventually Prosperity and Rush), "Chaotic" because she's a rebel against oppression, both in her youth, in her mid-twenties and in her early forties (she's fought against the Congregation of Adam's Guard, the Apostles of Zachariah, the Project at Eden's Gate and the Highwaymen) and sticks closely to what she believes is right.

PAUL YELLOWJACK (THE SILVER CHRONICLES [FCND])

This definitely describes Paul during his revolution days against the Congregation of Adam's Guard. However, that Paul is no longer around by the time he meets Silva again (pre-FC5 and during Old Dusk, my FCND fic). Honestly what would describe him best in present is somewhere around Chaotic Neutral, Lawful Evil or even Neutral Evil. He's too deep in his own self-hatred and regret (as well as under Zachariah's thumb) to have much good left, though his care for Silva still outweighs his servitude to Zachariah (but not by a lot sadly).

HAOYU ANABUKI (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS)

This is one of the better alignments I think of when describing Haoyu. An alternative would be Chaotic Good, especially later on in Haoyu's arc, however, this is how Haoyu acts throughout most of their arc. Haoyu is not interested with others and mostly focuses on their own or at least a very close circle of their friends/family members (mostly their sister Monika and their friend (and future boyfriend) Icarus and his alters + Hatter). They literally don't want to get involved with the politics or conflicts of the world/s but Haoyu has long since learned they can't get everything they want in life.

SIR ENIGMA MALVOLIO (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS)

I'm unsure. Malvolio is undoubtedly evil, and he his chaotic in accordance to his status as a Displacement. However, Malvolio also, in his own warped, very ignorant Displacement view, believes all the mutilation and aggressive transformation of the human body will eventually lead to humans evolving "properly" and "to their fullest potential". No matter how unethical the science is, he lacks the morality and empathy to understand what he does is extremely horrific.

ARCHANGEL METATRON (WINGS AND HORNS)

Makes sense, Metatron is the Archangel of Life, his position and species makes him loyal to All-Father God and the rest of the New Gods and their Heavenly Virtues. Even if the extremist he chases after does make particularly good points.

XIANG BA'AL (WINGS AND HORNS)

I don't agree with the "Evil" part. Sure, Xiang does force the removal of soulmate soul-marks off of humans, but it's out of the belief that it's better this way, as well as a bit of justice for his adopted daughter, Jezebel Ba'al, making sure no one will experience what she had. He's... just a lot more willing to break the law and pushes his mission onto others whether they want it or not. I'd say he's rather Neutral, leaning towards Chaotic Neutral.

MARISSA "RESS" BISHOP (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE [FO3, FONV & FO4])

Ress is definitely in a "Good" status, despite her flippant attitude which contrasts her more serious half-brother, but I'd argue she belongs in a "Chaotic" Good alignment more.

ARCANE URIAS (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE [FALLOUT])

Yeah Urias doesn't give a fuck about anyone; not his children, not his brother, not his home, not his protege, not even his Occult, hell, the only reason he didn't screw over Discord was because (1) he understood the power-scaling between him and the Mad Kin of Carnage was not enough to beat the latter, (2) he understands Discord in a way (since Urias is a Displacement while Discord is a second-generation Kin (re: natural-born reality bender), and neither creatures have much fucks to give about human ideals like morality or self-perseverance or even a concept of mortality) and (3) he got what he wanted from Discord and both went off on their separate ways to ruin someone else's day (for Urias it was his daughter's). I'd argue some traces of Neutral Evil but yeah, Chaotic Evil suits Urias.

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Got music for The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and my Wings And Horns WIP, WIP snippets for The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters, plus picrews for an A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore OC, picrews include Christmas stockings, regular OC looks and 1880's aesthetic/design. Without further ado, listen and read below the cut:

Silva is defined by both "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" and "still pretty traumatizing experience though". It's a balance that I'm trying my best in keeping steady, and I don't think I'm doing that bad of a job at. Even if we exclude the AUs (which Silva is just put into MORE situations), one thing is clear, Silva is tough. She survives. Her father, the Tumultite Massacre, the journey at sea till she and her small family make it to America, Paul and the Apostles of Zachariah, the hopelessness and grief she felt after Persephone's death, the Reaping and Eden's Gate, Adam's Guard, the Collapse and the five to seven years in that bunker with Faith and Azriel (in addition to Mercy), the 11-13 years spent on the surface of Montana post-Collapse, the Highwaymen and Paul's return. Silva living in itself is a massive blatant "Fuck You" to both her father and the Voice's efforts in trying to kill her (or at least make her suffer). Anyway, listen to Kelly Clarkson killing it below:

"You know the bed feels warmer Sleeping here alone You know I dream in color And do the things I want

You think you got the best of me Think you've had the last laugh Bet you think that everything good is gone Think you left me broken down Think that I'd come runnin' back Baby, you don't know me 'cause you're dead wrong

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone What doesn't kill you makes a fighter Footsteps even lighter Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're gone What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger Just me, myself and I What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

You heard that I was starting over with someone new They told you I was moving on, over you

You didn't think that I'd come back I'd come back swinging You tried to break me, but you see

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone What doesn't kill you makes a fighter Footsteps even lighter Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're gone What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger Just me, myself and I What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

Thanks to you, I got a new think started Thanks to you, I'm not the brokenhearted Thanks to you, I'm finally thinking 'bout me You know in the end, the day you left was just my beginning In the end

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone What doesn't kill you makes a fighter Footsteps even lighter Doesn't mean I'm over 'cause you're gone What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger Just me, myself and I What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, stronger Just me, myself and I What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Stand a little taller Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone

When I'm alone."

Funny how this FNAF song can fit Poppy Playtime and this unnamed WIP I've made for it. Throughout the game and this WIP, Poppy encourages the protagonist to continue further down into the factory. Honestly not surprising she leads the protag of this WIP into Frederick Rosemary's industry of pure horror:

"What's the story in all this clutter Give me more than exotic butters! Some cryptic lines will be fine Keep your innards, and I'll keep mine She's pulling strings, but I'm trying To figure out what kinda puppet I've been Never gonna let her get under my skin!" "Heard of Frederick Rosemary*? You're gonna like him!

Can't help but feel like you belong here." "But I wanna leave, I just gotta leave." "You know that something's going wrong here." "And she's watching me, now she's onto me." "Come find out what's been going on here." "Has my progeny caught up to me?" "You know you're nothing but a pawn here." "Am I part of them? Are they/you part of me?"

[* Purple Guy, or William Afton from FNAF, doesn't exist in the Poppy Playtime universe, and in this WIP, Frederick is the major antagonist]

And lastly, a funky upbeat remix that hints towards what kind of past Xiang Ba'al, a sloth demon from the Sloth Ring of Hell, had in his youth and now in his adult life. Learn how he became such a great quick-draw that even gives Archangel Metatron trouble when fighting him:

"All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Daddy's* got a quick hand He'll look around the room He won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette Hanging out his mouth He's a cowboy kid Yeah he found a six-shooter gun In his pa's** closet, in a box full of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet (Hit it!) All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Faster than my bullet Faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day He be coming home late, and he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice I've waited for a long time Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger He reasons with his cigarette*** Then says "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah?""

[*Name changed justified as it goes from Xiang's POV recalling his gangster father. **Xiang only ever recalls his father calling his own dad "pa". ***Xiang doesn't smoke but obviously his father does. Also a moment of "noticing your son has a natural hand for this weapon much like yourself, even if held back by hesitancy". Seeing himself in Xiang essentially and stoking the flames of curiosity with a tease to continue those damn familial/generational cycles, y'know?]

Here's some more Vengeful!Silva AU snippets where Jacob's gonna attempt to capture Silva after she makes a concerning number of head ways and nearly successful assassination attempts towards Joseph. He and Alexander's ambush gets intercepted by Silva's new guardian angel Margarett (whom she and Azriel have granted an additional... helpful augmentation):

Jacob lowered to his knees as he placed the barrel of his rifle onto the log they too cover behind.

Alexander and two of their Chosen caught up to him; his right-hand crawled up next to him, stationing his crossbow alongside Jacob's rifle. One Chosen took cover behind a tree stump to the right of the log, while the other stood hidden behind the foliage on Alexander's left.

Jacob lifted a hand up in an open palm to signal to his present men. They waited as he looked through his scope onto their target's location; the back of a small abandoned home, more like a cabin, that had belonged to one of his effective if stranger men. Dansky, he recalled Alexander mentioning.

They lost contact with him after overhearing what seemed to be a break-in.

Through his scope's lens, Jacob noted the window was blocked, leaving the only entrance way the door. A foolish decision, leaving them open for attack. He could hear no activity as well, leaving Jacob frowning.

Jacob glanced at Alexander beside him, catching the brunette's attention. He gestured to the other man's bag, which Alexander nodded in affirmation, unlatching the hood so Jacob could see the contents; some minor explosives, strong enough to remove the obstacle to the window.

Jacob shared a smirk with Alexander, giving an affirming nod. He began formulating the plan; two to the door, two to the window, destroy the window, move in through both at the same time. Hopefully they'd be able to take down the defector's bodyguard that Terry had described to them after they found the man.

Then they can take the "unruly child" back to her "Father", just as his brother requested.

Jacob huffed and shook his head, but this had been one of the few things Joseph remained adamant on.

As Alexander began to tweak the explosives so they'd be ready, Jacob looked towards the Chosen to his left and closed his hand into a fist, then pointing towards the direction of the door. He then turned to Chosen on his right for the same thing, but paused when the Chosen was inspecting something he found on the ground.

The Chosen looked toward Jacob, and handed him the small object.

On Jacob's scarred flesh, he could feel the bits of ash and dirt that covered the crushed paper roll. Jacob brought it up to his nose, inhaling the foul scent that mixed with the dry earth; a cigar. There was still a surviving warmth to it, meaning it was recently put out.

He glanced to the stump, and when looking at it, he took notice of the deep cuts ingrained into the wood. He looked down to the log, and realized it was the same color as the stump, and the serrated end of it had chunks split across it.

This is a set up.

Then he heard it. The stomping footsteps rushing up behind them.

Grabbing onto Alexander, he hoisted the surprised younger man over the log, barely hopping over it himself before a behemoth-sized woman in large ragged cloaks broke through the foliage and slashed across the log.

She managed to cut down the Chosen on the right, and before the Chosen had enough reaction time to aim his bow at her, she spun her staff, hitting him in the stomach with it before bringing her other weapon over his head.

Jacob and Alexander rolled down the short steepness, before they collected themselves. The bag of explosives had been left behind the log, same with Alexander's crossbow, but Jacob still had his rifle on hand.

The taller woman, older and more scarred than Jacob himself, glared down at them with her one amber eye, firmly thinly lined lips quirking up into a smirk once she recognized Jacob.

Jacob look down to the blade in her other hand, but realized it wasn't just a blade; where he expected to see flesh holding onto it, instead was a metal prosthetic that's wrist had an axe head attached to it.

With the window no longer an option, Jacob glanced to Alexander, cocking his head towards the cabin's doorway around the corner; the brunette would need to retrieve Silva himself.

Alexander glanced between Jacob and his leader's approaching opponent, flabbergasted but accepting the task.

With Alexander leaving just the two of them, Jacob's cold blue eyes narrowed into the hungry amber of his newest enemy.

Another WIP draft for the first of three Arcane: League of Legends fics I'll be working on, after gaining a better idea on what to do with this after the much needed second season to close things off. Below is a rough draft of the prologue where Silco visits pre-Singed's lab for anything useful to his cause against Piltover, especially with the proliferation of Shimmer. He finds a... peculiar and uncanny creation of the Doctor's just collecting dust and begging to be used:

The clicks of the mechanisms inside the door set off in one loud groan as the sounds echoed in the wet cave, the unlocked door to the Doctor's lab widening open.

Silco gestured his subordinates, Ran and Licker, to guard the front as he followed his companion inside, walking with a lazy sway as his good eye took in the state of the Doctor's laboratory.

It was vastly different from the one they were setting up at the aquarium; at least there, everything was clearer and more organized. Here, the Doctor's base of operations was a mess and far cruder; pages of paper spread out chaotically on tables, pinned to boards and across lines, vats of organs and other insides unrelated to another stocked on top or next to each other, as well as the preservation chamber that held a giant salamander like creature in stasis.

Silco couldn't remember what the Doctor named it, and frankly couldn't care; all it's use came from the component within it that allowed them to manufacture their newest weapon, Shimmer.

"You may browse if you wish," the Doctor told him, walking off towards one unorganized section of his lab, "Retrieving the last of my research shouldn't take long."

Silco grunted out a hum in acknowledgement as he looked around the laboratory.

Holding his hands behind his back, he surveyed all the illicit materials the Doctor had collected over the years. Besides the Shimmer research, there wasn't much inside the lab that could prove useful in their fight against Piltover and their independence for Zaun.

Most of the materials didn't even seem ready, making the Doctor's permission even more useless in hindsight.

Until something in the corner caught his glance.

It looked slouched over, non-organic. More mechanical than anything. It's figure was almost human like.

Another of the Doctor's pet projects? Silco wondered, curiosity sinking its teeth on his skin. He wandered closer towards the deactivated machination, cautious but hungry to know what it was.

Though it was slouched over and he was standing above it, the sheer height of the machine reached up to his chest. He noted that, were it standing, it would be taller than him. Its entire body was clearly designed to be feminine.

The metal features was dark and sleek, even if the welded material was jagged and sharp at the edges. The face was smooth, with various small streaming lines cascading down its features and body, unfilled like the Lanes when Enforcers made their presence known. Though the darkness of the metal made it hard to determine certain features unless closely inspected, like the closed mouth.

The inside of the eyes was nothing more than a dark abyss, though he took note of the frames that were barely visible inside the hollowness. Perhaps a mimicking irises.

The limbs were lean yet welded with a thick and muscular robustness near the thighs and biceps, although the half a chunk of the arms seemed to be missing. Silco wondered for a moment how fitting rapid-fire weapons would look on this creation.

The hair, if he could call it that, was like an anchor reel, with the "braids" being four chain-like appendages with curved blades at the end of them.

He looked long and hard at it, his mind trying to make heads and tails of what and why.

Although when it came to the Doctor, there also came the indifference of leaving those questions unanswered and the mercy of not knowing. Though the reason behind the creation of such a thing wasn't worth the headache, Silco did find himself still standing there, observing the deactivated and motionless being.

There was something about it that was... off to Silco. Naturally he'd expect that by now when working with the Doctor, but there was a personal intrigue too. The thing was uncanny. It looked familiar and unfamiliar. Like it's supposed to be alive and moving, not inactive and still. A disturbing distortion of something real, with morbid beauty attached to it's contradictory state; like sleeping, and yet dead.

"Beautiful, isn't she?"

Silco broke his focus away from the slouching hunk of junk, glancing to the Doctor, who'd quietly crept beside him. Silco glanced from his secret observer's face to the research documents held in a folder tucked closed to his chest.

"You can take her, if you wish..." the Doctor permitted, licking his lips while ignoring how Silco raised a brow towards him, "I have a variant of Shimmer that acts as fuel for certain technologies. It still needs to be worked on, but it should work for her."

Silco turned back to the humanoid machination before him, thinking.

"I know how much you fancy your monsters," the Doctor commented, as he made his way towards the laboratory door, leaving Silco to reach a decision.

A monster, huh? Silco pondered over the comment, his eye tracing up and down the unnaturally smoothness and roughness of the machine, how frightening it could be for an enforcer to face such a machination. With a few minor modifications... it doesn't sound half bad.

And lastly a few picrews for A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore OC. That being the magnificent glory of Ress Bishop:

MARISSA "RESS" BISHOP

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Music Wednesday, Last Line/s & Understand My Group/Found Family In 5 Minutes Meme

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Music for The UnTitledverse, Last Line's for three A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore WIPs and lastly an "Understand My Group" Meme for characters in my Wings And Horns WIP. You can listen, read and use the template of the meme that is under the cut:

More about the Walking Fate series. This series somewhat sticks to the compliance of canon, but there are times where it diverges. Mostly in regards to characters and their arcs and survival (or death), plus some plot elements being replaced/repurposed. There's about five planned "seasons", with four of them taking the canon compliance route while the fifth is an original plot. I'm also treating Walkers with more respect; they're pretty much a death sentence if anyone is unprepared for them, or god forbid, come across a Herd. Malcrum and Clementine's relationship is in no means meant to impede on the canon relationships she forms and that impact her, it is meant to be an additional and interesting idea to explore her character, especially with the inherent tragedy that ties them together and how it affects her character going forward (as well as my first time writing a relationship like this type in The UnTitledverse, which compared to its predecessors, is a story that doesn't resolve the tragedy with reconciliation between Malcrum and Clementine, emphasising the bitter nature of this bittersweet series). The tragic turn this relationship is of neither parties fault; it was simply bad luck. Malcrum, while separated from Clem and the group, happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time, picking up the wrong object, where his mind would (mostly) be fried and lose his agency/autonomy. Forced to watch a shell of himself harm, and at times, kill those he had come to care for or would have never wanted to do so to in the first place. The only person truly at fault here is not even in the series; that being Edward Carmine, for creating a device that probably violates more than what OSHA is concerned about. The series follows a theme of the power of resilience. Persisting in spite of the odds. Succeeding against adversity. Going to great lengths and trials to not only survive, but find a place to live. Which is why I chose this song for this series:

"I am flesh and I am bone Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter

Do you walk in the valley of kings? Do you walk in the shadow of men Who sold their lives for a dream? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark

I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter

Do you walk in the meadow of spring? Do you talk to the animals? Do you hold their lives from a string? Do you ponder the manner of things In the dark? The dark, the dark, the dark

I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter

'Cause everybody in the backroom's spinnin' out Don't remember what you're asking for And everybody in the front room's trippin' out You left your bottle at the door

'Cause everybody in the backroom's spinnin' out Don't remember what you're asking for And everybody in the front room's trippin' out You left your bottle at the door

I am flesh and I am bone I'll rise, ting-ting, like glitter and gold I've got fire in my soul Rise up, ting-ting, like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter and gold Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Like glitter."

Here are Last Line/s for three WIPs from my Fallout series A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. Each are labelled down below:

THE WATERS OF LIFE FLOW (FALLOUT 3)

His red lenses constricted as he focused on the super mutants patrolling the fortress. If the Vault-Tec data was to be considered correct, Vault 87 was in the heart of the lions den. Ore stood up, huffing out his breathing valve as his knees made a sickening creak. He stretched in preparation for his one-man assault, outstretching a palm to feel the nuclear residue of radiation through his palms.

He hummed in satisfaction as he felt the fatigue drift away from the exposure, far more alert and energized. Flame started to spark in his palms, summoning his fire so he may weld it into a more effective weapon against the FEV rejects he would - what was the word Ress used? "Pulverize"? Yeah, that's it - would enjoy pulverizing to cinders.

THE HOUSE ON TOP (FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS)

Her gaze shifted to the only man who was distinct compared to the group he lead. His ugly checkered suit hurt her retinas, just as his smug confidence enraged her. She wanted to break it, but Ryder settled with giving the man a silent glare as she continued to dig her own grave with bound hands.

WHAT HAPPENED TO VAULT NUMBER 76? (FALLOUT 76)

In spite of being enamored by the surge of energy that intoxicated his senses, the Matthias did share his own agreement with his venn's grim words; something changed in this world. A defilement to its nature, though healing from wounds that occurred long since they both last visited, can still be felt in the present. The drunken haze of atomic residue which threatened to become absorbed in Talos' material body was all he needed to know that an unnatural shift took place.

He glanced to his fellow traveler, his closest venn, and noticed a spark in the crevices of his eyes; blazing rings that looped around their orbs with a fury he had not seen in the Arcane Urias since his only loss to a fellow venn a decamillennium ago. Talos could tell Urias held an unsatisfied opinion on this unexpected change, but his offense to it was interfering with the focus he needed kept on his disguise. Talos would have to interfere, less they be found out as inhuman.

Not that there would be any significant consequence a humanite could inflict upon them should they be found out. Fragility was merely a concept to the Matthias and the Arcane, unburdened by the weakness that haunted the "dominant" species of this world.

And lastly a meme for the four main characters of my Wings And Horns WIP. Now to explain, they aren't technically a found family/group (at least, not when the pairs are together), they just happen to run in to each other so many times. Metatron and Azriel are partnered up to work together to preserve the Soulmate System, with Azriel supposed to be nothing more than a cadet aiding the Archangel, while with Xiang and Jezebel, Xiang is a demon from the Sloth Ring of Hell, who had adopted Jezebel, whose a Sinner's Soul of a damned girl (for unjustified reasons no less). These two pairs are in fact rivals in their opposing missions to protect and break the Soulmate System respectively.

[Image Reference Credits: Art of Archangel Metatron that I found posted on Quora and Kagetane Hiruko from Black Bullet]

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OC Action Tag, OC Facts/Traits Tag & What's Your Cosmos Persona?

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Six OC Action Tags, two for The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters, four Traits/Facts for OCs from The Silver Chronicles, Wings And Horns and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore and results for my cosmos persona. You can find the quiz here. Find them below the cut:

Rules: mark what applies to your OC(s)

JOAQUIN COBALT (THE UNTITLEDVERSE)

Killed Someone Under Orders (Before his reincarnation, he has killed people under orders. After reincarnation, he kind of does but he would have done it himself even if he wasn't, so it's like a team effort?) | Had Someone Killed On Their Orders (it's mostly an agreement in teamwork) | Killed Someone In Self Defence | Spared Someone's Life | Invented Something | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced (with his best friend Maisie) | Been In A Long-Term Relationship (going strong in his partnership with Maisie) | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome | Experimented With Their Sexuality (and deduced he was neither romantically nor sexually attracted with anyone) | Had A Kid | Adopted A Kid (Before his reincarnation? Yes. After it? Kind of? Like what do you call a situation where your past incarnation's adopted daughter and daughter-niece return to you around their 20s, which is also the age you're around, just in the mid-20s? I mean they go on to explore the multiverse together so... IDK?) | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse They Regretted | Gone Traveling (even across the Multiverse) | Had A Bounty Put On Them (Thanks Chairman, Time Bureau Authority and C.Y.P.R.U.S!) | Eaten An Insect (tbf he was surviving on scraps and running from a creature chasing him across the Multiverse) | Been Groped By A Stranger (from Joaquin's POV, he's never had any relations or interactions with Madame Callaghan before) | Been Groped By Someone They Know (his previous incarnation had been molested by Madame Callaghan, and though his reincarnated self doesn't exactly remember it, his soul does which affects his subconscious) | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks | Put Someone In A Headlock (wasn't very effective...) | Won a Bet | Lost a Bet | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them | Indulged In Petty Revenge (I mark this as in italics because of how non-serious it actually is) | Hallucinated (comes with being apart of an unauthorized and accidental reincarnation) | Has A Noticeable Physical Defect | Gotten A Noticeable Scar |

Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury | Kneed Someone In The Groin | Had An Unattainable Crush | Laughed Themself To The Point Of Tears (some weren't happy tears) | Been Kidnapped | Been Sexually Assaulted (his previous incarnation had been molested which he doesn't remember in his current incarnation) | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised | Had A Recurring Nightmare (vaguely about his previous incarnation but also through some of the events he experiences throughout The UnTitledverse which his psyche emphasises in his dreams, and since Joaquin can be quite lucid, but is inexperienced in controlling it, he's often trapped with his fears and anxieties) | Been Bullied (previous incarnation was, though his current one was born into the beginnings of a "Dead World", and Lisa made sure to keep him close to her) | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor's Guilt | Been Tied/Chained Up | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone's Life | Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship (is in one with Maisie Lockwood) | Had A Stalker (The Chairman when he was hunting down Joaquin for not supposed to be existing right now) | Been Betrayed | Been A Traitor (the Time Bureau Authority labelled him as such thanks to Judge Khronos and Jeremiah's corrupt faction) | Been Possessed | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar | Been Arrested | Broken Out Of Jail | Been To A Funeral | Been To A Brothel | Had Surgery (breast reduction) |

Broken Someone's Trust | Broken Someone's Heart | Had Their Heart Broken | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name (ah yes, the adventures of "Jack Bolt" and "Maze Woods"... what awful days those were) | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured/Tortured Others | Been Abused (Madame Callaghan and to a more complex extent, Lisa Cobalt) | Been Blackmailed (Edward, you transphobic piece of shit) | Gotten Away With A Crime (he was allowed to continue existing and has continued to break many of Zachariah's laws) | Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed (convinced the Chairman that it was in fact Edward Carmine who shouldn't of been existing during one run in with the both of them... it doesn't work the second time) | Shared A Bed Platonically (Joaquin and Maisie, Joaquin & Mario & Calvin, Joaquin and Lisa, Joaquin and many, many others, a display of his trust really) | Been In Love | Suffered From Sleep Paralysis (side of effects of accidentally being reincarnated... you get terrible hallucination memories from your previous life... plus the terrifying existence of the Exterminators) | Been Forced To Flee Their Home (mostly due to the fact there is no home to go back to... returning five years later back to his original world, Joaquin finds it is in its finishing stages of becoming a "Dead World"... literally him, Lisa, Calvin and Mario are the only original inhabitants left, everyone else is dead by the time any of them return to it) | Learned A New Language | Joined A Rebellion | Fought On The Losing Side Of A War (the first war against the Wicked didn't end well) | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War (the second war against the Wicked was a huge comeback for | Become A Godparent | Become An Uncle/Aunt (honorary uncle of whatever spawn come between Mario, Charlie and Elizabeth)

LISA COBALT (THE UNTITLEDVERSE)

Killed Someone Under Orders | Had Someone Killed On Their Orders | Killed Someone In Self Defence | Spared Someone's Life | Invented Something | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome | Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had A Kid | Adopted A Kid (took custody of Joaquin, her foster brother) | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse They Regretted | Gone Traveling (across the Multiverse no less) | Had A Bounty Put On Them | Eaten An Insect | Been Groped By A Stranger | Been Groped By Someone They Know | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks | Put Someone In A Headlock (affectionate) | Won a Bet (by cheating) | Lost a Bet | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them | Indulged In Petty Revenge | Hallucinated (sometimes has PTSD over the Chairman and her guilt over Joaquin) | Has A Noticeable Physical Defect | Gotten A Noticeable Scar (courtesy of the Chairman) |

Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury | Kneed Someone In The Groin | Had An Unattainable Crush | Laughed Themself To The Point Of Tears | Been Kidnapped | Been Sexually Assaulted | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised | Had A Recurring Nightmare (has nightmares of her encounter with the Chairman and watching Joaquin get sucked into a portal of her own making) | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor's Guilt | Been Tied/Chained Up | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone's Life | Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship | Had A Stalker (again, the Chairman) | Been Betrayed | Been A Traitor | Been Possessed | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar | Been Arrested | Broken Out Of Jail | Been To A Funeral | Been To A Brothel | Had Surgery |

Broken Someone's Trust | Broken Someone's Heart | Had Their Heart Broken | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured/Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Gotten Away With A Crime | Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed | Shared A Bed Platonically | Been In Love | Suffered From Sleep Paralysis (the Chairman is quite the trauma button for Lisa) | Been Forced To Flee Their Home (she had every intention to utilize the multiverse portal she built in leaving her dying world, but got sucked in, and never returns to her now "Dead World" due to getting involved with a coven of warlocks who promised to help her find Joaquin) | Learned A New Language (learned some magical runes| Joined A Rebellion | Fought On The Losing Side Of A War | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War | Become A Godparent | Become An Aunt/Uncle

SILVA OMAR (THE SILVER CHRONICLES (FAR CRY 5 & FAR CRY NEW DAWN))

Killed Someone Under Orders (killed Enforcers and tried to kill Father Adam back on the Archipiélago's with the Tumultites in the rebellion against the Congregation of Adam's Guard, had aligned interests with several other parties who were also against the Apostles of Zachariah, and joined the Resistance to bring down (and assassinate) the Seeds/Eden's Gate ranks) | Had Someone Killed On Their Orders (Several Enforcers plus John Gaius and some Peggies) | Killed Someone In Self Defense (most of her enemies was in self-defense) | Spared Someone's Life (The Seeds and several Peggies) | Invented Something | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship (with Irene Neon and later Faith Seed) | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It (briefly pondered this thought after she and Faith did the do, but swiftly made up her mind) | Had A One-Night Stand (a few during her grieving period but eventually stopped) | Had A Threesome (in few AUs I have she does) | Experimented With Their Sexuality (definitely a lesbian) | Had A Kid (Persephone with Irene and Mercy with Faith) | Adopted A Kid (Azriel and later Ethan I guess(?)) | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse They Regretted | Gone Traveling (technically yes but none weren't for very joyful reasons) | Had A Bounty Put On Them (during her time with the Tumultites and later after she left the Archipiélago's, all by Father Adam Omar, with the latter time sending out his top Courser Guard, Ernesto Stallone) | Eaten An Insect (...maybe?) | Been Groped By A Stranger | Been Groped By Someone They Know (Father Adam Omar and Enforcer Captain Oscar Lapis for icky vibes... consent permitted with Faith at some point in their relationship) | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone (tried to put an end to whatever the hell was growing between herself and Faith... which didn't last) | Smoked | Gotten High (Bliss) | Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks | Put Someone In A Headlock (it was fatal) | Won a Bet | Lost a Bet | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them (John, Jacob and Faith mostly, Alexander and Nadi too, plus Kamski when he overstepped at one point) | Indulged In Petty Revenge (unclear whether vengeance against Adam, Paul and Joseph would have been considered petty, since she had justifiable reasons to do so, but she also had an opportunity to do something else too (leave the Archipiélago's, leave Paul to his guilt and get more back-up for the arrest + take the first chance for a peace talk with Joseph while it was open)) | Hallucinated (Zhan Tiri's poisons, and Bliss + PTSD does not mix well) | Has A Noticeable Physical Defect | Gotten A Noticeable Scar (her hands were chemically burned by poisonous gases the Congregation's Enforcers used against the Tumultites during one raid) |

Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury (her hands were chemically burned by poisonous gases and now they are quite sensitive and need gloves to protect them) | Kneed Someone In The Groin | Had An Unattainable Crush (seemingly from her perspective, with both Irene and Faith at separate times, but this later changed) | Laughed Themself To The Point Of Tears | Been Kidnapped (Silva has never been kidnapped by her enemies before, but the Seeds started a new tradition) | Been Sexually Assaulted | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised (Jacob's conditioning) | Had A Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor's Guilt (to the point of developing one or several complexes from it) | Been Tied/Chained Up | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone's Life | Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship | Had A Stalker (despite having a very idolized image of Irene, in reality Irene wasn't all that healthy either, also kind of Faith, John and Jacob (though the latter two forced Nadi and Alexander respectively to follow Silva) and Ernesto Stallone though he is tasked with hunting her so yeah) | Been Betrayed | Been A Traitor (Adam's batshit insane so from his perspective Silva is literally Judas incarnate. Anyway, there's also a misunderstanding between Silva and some Resistance members) | Been Possessed (symbiotic relationship with her Third Eye... also told the Voice to eat shit and die when it tried to talk to her) | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar | Been Arrested (technically yes but by enemy forces) | Broken Out Of Jail (enemy jails) | Been To A Funeral (been to many, plus has made graves for loved ones like Elsa and Persephone) | Been To A Brothel (likely during her experimental period and during her grieving period but had stopped) | Had Surgery (from Kamski and Azriel) |

Broken Someone's Trust (misunderstandings with the Resistance) | Broken Someone's Heart (Faith but Silva wasn't aware of her reciprocation... anyway it didn't last long) | Had Their Heart Broken | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured/Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Gotten Away With A Crime | Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed | Shared A Bed Platonically | Been In Love | Suffered From Sleep Paralysis (mostly suffers from night terrors and insomnia, but this does happen too) | Been Forced To Flee Their Home (fled the Archipiélago's during the Tumultite Massacre with Elsa and an infant Persephone in tow) | Learned A New Language (English, Italian, some French, Russian and German, a maybe others(?)) | Joined A Rebellion (when hasn't she?) | Fought On The Losing Side Of A War (the civil rebellion between the Tumultites and the Congregation of Adam's Guard on the Archipiélago's) | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War | Become A Godparent (to baby Carmina Rye) | Become An Aunt/Uncle (no but oh how she wished to...)

PAUL YELLOWJACK (THE SILVER CHRONICLES)

Killed Someone Under Orders (I guess following the words of the Eldritch being who owns you now kind of counts?) | Had Someone Killed On Their Orders | Killed Someone In Self Defence (during the Tumultite rebellion against the Congregation of Adam's Guard... not with the Apostles of Zachariah though) | Spared Someone's Life (Silva, always) | Invented Something | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome | Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had A Kid | Adopted A Kid (Silva!!!... and then his Heralds for the Apostles of Zachariah) | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse They Regretted (big time with his murder of Persephone) | Gone Traveling (more joyful than Silva's own) | Had A Bounty Put On Them (on the Archipiélago's only, but after the Tumultite Massacre, Adam assumed him to be dead) | Eaten An Insect | Been Groped By A Stranger | Been Groped By Someone They Know | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks | Put Someone In A Headlock (fatal kind... Silva learned from him) | Won a Bet | Lost a Bet | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them | Indulged In Petty Revenge (revenge against Adam was justifiable even if it did squabble their time limit to get off the Archipiélagos, though his murder of Persephone was more than petty and he regrets it) | Hallucinated | Has A Noticeable Physical Defect (he's now a bunch of wasps that require corpses to puppeteer) | Gotten A Noticeable Scar (chemical burns along his leg which he keeps covered by long pants) |

Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury (chemical burns along one of his legs which caused a small limp) | Kneed Someone In The Groin (cheap move but effective) | Had An Unattainable Crush | Laughed Themself To The Point Of Tears (sad and manic) | Been Kidnapped | Been Sexually Assaulted | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised (answered Zachariah's "Call" so... kind of?) | Had A Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor's Guilt | Been Tied/Chained Up | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone's Life (Silva's life... it's how they met) | Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship (not really... like Paul was more than understanding and accepting that Obadiah Teal had to eventually marry a woman in order to not be executed for one reason or another by Adam and his Congregation) | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship | Had A Stalker | Been Betrayed (Denise Lapis, the Enforcer Captain Oscar Lapis' wife, was brought into the Tumultite community due to her reasonable explanation that she ran from Oscar's abuse, which led to Denise to bringing down the community's defenses for the Enforcer's to begin the massacre) | Been A Traitor (to Silva and Kamski, and 20 years later, to Mickey, Lou and the Highwaymen) | Been Possessed (went under Zachariah's influence but also does some possession himself after his mortal death) | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar | Been Arrested (by Enforcers) | Broken Out Of Jail (Enforcer jail) | Been To A Funeral | Been To A Brothel | Had Surgery (one of Kamski Neon's most frequent patients... which passes on to Silva much to the Good Doctor's bafflement) |

Broken Someone's Trust (Silva and Kamski's) | Broken Someone's Heart (Silva's) | Had Their Heart Broken (he brought it upon himself though) | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured/Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Gotten Away With A Crime | Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed (the nukes) | Shared A Bed Platonically | Been In Love | Suffered From Sleep Paralysis (can no longer sleep after his mortal death) | Been Forced To Flee Their Home (left the Archipiélago's after the Tumultite Massacre... which was a turning point for him) | Learned A New Language | Joined A Rebellion | Fought On The Losing Side Of A War | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War | Become A Godparent (though never made official, Kamski and Zari considered him Irene's godparent) | Become An Uncle/Aunt (would technically be Gemini's uncle considering Obadiah's sister is Gemini's mother)

HOAYU ANABUKI (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS)

Killed Someone Under Orders (team effort) | Had Someone Killed On Their Orders (team effort) | Killed Someone In Self Defence | Spared Someone's Life | Invented Something | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome | Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had A Kid | Adopted A Kid | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse They Regretted | Gone Traveling | Had A Bounty Put On Them (by the Ruins of the Midnight Rise) | Eaten An Insect | Been Groped By A Stranger | Been Groped By Someone They Know (affectionately by Icarus) | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks | Put Someone In A Headlock | Won a Bet | Lost a Bet (always loses bets for some reason) | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them | Indulged In Petty Revenge (no particular reason to go after the Ruins of the Midnight Rise other than because Malvolio's compliment was taken with offense) | Hallucinated | Has A Noticeable Physical Defect | Gotten A Noticeable Scar |

Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury | Kneed Someone In The Groin | Had An Unattainable Crush | Laughed Themself To The Point Of Tears | Been Kidnapped (you don't get it, it was part of a plan they didn't share with their team) | Been Sexually Assaulted | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised | Had A Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor's Guilt | Been Tied/Chained Up | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone's Life | Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship | Had A Stalker | Been Betrayed | Been A Traitor | Been Possessed | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar (went straight back in to finish the job) | Been Arrested | Broken Out Of Jail | Been To A Funeral | Been To A Brothel | Had Surgery |

Broken Someone's Trust | Broken Someone's Heart | Had Their Heart Broken | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured/Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed (an attempt had been made) | Gotten Away With A Crime | Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed | Shared A Bed Platonically | Been In Love | Suffered From Sleep Paralysis | Been Forced To Flee Their Home | Learned A New Language | Joined A Rebellion | Fought On The Losing Side Of A War | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War | Become A Godparent | Become An Aunt/Uncle

ICARUS GALATOS, HATSUKAMI HINODE, XAVIER TULIP & HATTER (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS)

Killed Someone Under Orders (team effort) | Had Someone Killed On Their Orders (team effort) | Killed Someone In Self Defence | Spared Someone's Life | Invented Something | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome | Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had A Kid | Adopted A Kid (Hatter considers Icarus, Hatsukami, Xavier, Marinette and Adrien as his "kids") | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse They Regretted | Gone Traveling | Had A Bounty Put On Them | Eaten An Insect (Hatter and... Xavier) | Been Groped By A Stranger | Been Groped By Someone They Know | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks | Put Someone In A Headlock (Xavier and Hatter) | Won a Bet | Lost a Bet | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them (Icarus and Hatsukami) | Indulged In Petty Revenge (Xavier and Hatter) | Hallucinated (when Xavier ate the plant-fungus that connected him, Hatsukami and Icarus to Hatter, he tripped balls) | Has A Noticeable Physical Defect | Gotten A Noticeable Scar |

Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury | Kneed Someone In The Groin | Had An Unattainable Crush | Laughed Themself To The Point Of Tears | Been Kidnapped | Been Sexually Assaulted | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised | Had A Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor's Guilt | Been Tied/Chained Up | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone's Life | Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship | Had A Stalker (Alya and Lila) | Been Betrayed | Been A Traitor | Been Possessed (it's kind of how the Avatar-ship between Icarus, Hatsukami and Xavier with Hatter works) | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar | Been Arrested | Broken Out Of Jail | Been To A Funeral | Been To A Brothel | Had Surgery |

Broken Someone's Trust | Broken Someone's Heart | Had Their Heart Broken | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured/Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Gotten Away With A Crime | Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed | Shared A Bed Platonically | Been In Love | Suffered From Sleep Paralysis | Been Forced To Flee Their Home | Learned A New Language (French, Japanese and English) | Joined A Rebellion | Fought On The Losing Side Of A War | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War | Become A Godparent | Become An Uncle/Aunt (Icarus, Hatsukami and Xavier's older siblings become parents, but those three never see them again)

Four traits/facts for OCs in The Silver Chronicles, A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore and Wings And Horns.

EZEKIEL (THE SILVER CHRONICLES (FAR CRY NEW DAWN))

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate (well as moderately wealthy as someone in a post-nuclear apocalypse can get) / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure (he's Thomas Rush's Captain of Security in a post-apocalypse setting, so such concepts being relevant is unknown) / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other (he came from the Archipiélagos and was apart of the Tumultite Community, which weren't given high education opportunities due to the Congregation's oppression, but was taught as good as he could have been, though his literacy would need work)

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed (rather should be dismissed due to the circumstances of the Congregation and their Enforcers being awful)

[ FAMILY]

◒ Children: had a child or children/ has no children / wants children (or rather wanted children, especially with Elsa Omar, but circumstances ripped that to shreds)

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned (it's safe to assume his parents were executed by Enforcers or were at least killed during a raid) / adopted (the Tumultites took him in, most frequently Kamski and Alvarich) / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded (originally) / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / satanist

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes (I'm still working on his philosophical beliefs) / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor (assuming this refers this to technology) / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gamble

NADI SINCLAIR (THE SILVER CHRONICLES (FAR CRY 5, CALL OF DUTY MODERN WARFARE)

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper (during her time in Task Force 141) / middle / working / unsure / other (she joined the Project at Eden's Gate, and then Prosperity in my FCND fic Old Dusk)

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes (before joining Eden's Gate) / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed (she joined the Resistance when the Congregation arrived, and helps Prosperity years later in Old Dusk)

[ FAMILY]

◒ Children: had a child or children (with John and Holly) / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased (has no idea if her siblings and family survived the bombs post-Silva's Hope)

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between (being a former Peggie and all)

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal (she's loyal but has limits) / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / satanist

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed (for PTSD) / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gamble

XIANG BA'AL (WINGS AND HORNS)

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor (he's a Sloth Demon from the Sloth Ring in Hell) / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable (he's a Sloth Demon)

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure (he's in the Sloth Ring, which is the least productive and least respected ring of Hell) / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY]

◒ Children: had a child or children (adopted Jezebel) / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / satanist

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual (he seems to find both men, women and those non-applicable in gender attractive)

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced (it's safe to assume) / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent (non-electronic skill) / good / moderate / poor / none (electronics)

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict (previously but managed to stop once it was clear Jezebel wasn't going to leave his life)

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gamble

COURIER RYDER (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE (FALLOUT NEW VEGAS))

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged (bullet to the head has consequences PLUS experienced physical traumas throughout the Mojave as well as the Sierra Madre, Zion Valley, Big MT and the Divide) / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper (Independent Vegas) / middle / working (courier) / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY]

◒ Children: had a child or children/ has no children (as far as she remembers at least) / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings (as far as she remembers at least) / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable (amnesia from bullet wound to the head)

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / satanist

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit (she says this but... it's unknown if that's true) / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict (often times gets addicted and then uses the fixer to get not addicted but unfortunately repeats the cycle)

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess (to the point of addiction and sickness)

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gamble

And here's my persona results from the quiz I took:

...Yeah, that checks out.

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Music Monday, WIP Wednesday, OC SMASH OR PASS & "OMG It's Blorbo Bleebus" Character Sheet

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Three songs for The UnTitledverse Original WIP called The Dark Awakening, the sequel to A Blast In The Past, two WIPs for Life, Despair & Monsters and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore and character sheets for a character in Wings And Horns.

The Dark Awakening is a planned sequel to an original work of mine called A Blast In The Past in The Perfect Storm saga of The UnTitledverse. Calvin Dearing actively works to push against the purgatory he's been forced in by the Narrator, with a new obstacle to "Find The Keys" in Chapter One.

"Soon enough, you'll come round Embrace this darker art What goes up must come down Everything moves in arcs

("Gee whiz!")

You've been walking round in cycles And you've had your ups and downs (Ha-ha!) When you passed out we made contact Extremely deep underground

I've been drawing seven circles And that's where he can be found 'Cause these creatures need their sheep So he can free us from these bounds."

Chapter Two is where Calvin finds out the identity of the Narrator, and the illusion begins to crumble with another key found. So the Narrator pulls out his trump card: "The Devil's Swing".

"Dreams do come true I was deceived by karma's tune* and now I'm coming after you Who is laughing now? You thought that you could cut me out but now the ink is pouring down A trend** was created out of ink Then molded into a 3D beast You can hear him coming by his taping feet It's Me*** and the Devil's Swing

Snap back to the era when the swing was king Now the workshop fading in behind the scene There's a deep, dark secret hidden underneath It's "Bendy and the Ink Machine!"

"Oh, Terrence****, I got your message There's still a sketch on my old workdesk It might have been a bit overzealous To collect all six of these office relics

I haven't seen my peers in over thirty years But there's no one here except grinding gears And my rising fears."

"The illusion of living was only the beginning Ink incarnate that's sinning, presented in Sillyvision The illusion of living was only the beginning Ink incarnate that's sinning, presented in Sillyvision!"

[*The Narrator has no relation to Joey Drew, and neither does Calvin. **The Narrator has no relation to Bendy, and neither had the Purgatory he made. ***Note that here the Narrator would be relating the Devil's Swing to just himself, meanwhile in the fourth line of the next verse, it has quotations to "Bendy and the Ink Machine", where the Narrator playfully, in a mocking manner, relates this fic to one of it's inspirations (that being Bendy And The Ink Machine). ****Calvin has no relation to Joey Drew, as his boss is Terrence Carmine]

The last chapter is "Can't Be Erased", where Calvin's found the Keys and now must find the forgery to meld them together as the Narrator raves and does everything within his ever decreasing power to keep Calvin within his grasp.

"Can you describe the face you saw? Could it be one you recognise? We'd never harm the hand that draws Imagination cursed us all with life

Shamed and defaced Scathed and disgraced Tainted by hatred And can't be erased Creators betrayed us We've got it on tape We've written your fate And it can't be erased

I was not always a monster Once I was somebody's muse Innovation made us stronger But that power was abused The machine is thumping And the ink is pumping Now, you need to run Because the Demon's coming."

"I really need help, someone send a telegram I'm surrounded by upside-down pentagrams I don't have a guide Just a little bit of candlelight With an axe that I don't know how to handle right That Little Devil Jester's* on a lot of reels Long as he's on one, he cannot be real Stop the projections, he's** off his reel Got a feeling he and Carmine*** got a deal An unholy bargain, a demonic seal With a master plan that I must reveal Won't be long till that ink's all congealed Upon my body, head to toe, all concealed But a little bit of bleach should do the trick I'll never watch another damn cartoon, I quit!" "Look at you, you're scared of a moving pic." "Hey, how'd you get that tutu to fit?"****

"I'm blinded by this evil growing My heart is full of people-loathing With secrets that I keep from showing I am the wolf in sheepish clothing Flood the shop with ink flowing Push it to the brink of blowing We hope you don't think of going Weigh you down to keep from floating Come with me, we'll bring you joy***** You'll be kept from being lonely Kicking, screaming, sinking slowly Give your soul, it's what you owe me."

[*The projection of a cartoon character that Calvin has never made nor seen before looks like a jester. **Bendy is not a character in A Blast In The Past nor in The Dark Awakening. ***Terrence Carmine is the closest counterpart to Joey, though Terrence has no involvement in this purgatory state (though he did have a hand in Calvin's human death). ****Since Bendy doesn't exist here, Calvin is just replying to the Narrator. *****As mentioned, Joey Drew doesn't exist, and joy is the closest to to rhyming with "Joey" (not really but bear with me)]

Here's a WIP snippet of My Heart Goes Doki Doki Literature Club!, where Monika is still reeling from the fact that, from what she can tell through the facts, she is alive and is in reality. You know, typical existential musings:

Monika traverses on the concrete path at a slow pace as she passed Sayori's neighbourhood, on her way home

Or where I think home is.

One of the many oddities she's experienced in this reality was the lack of recollection of anything after she deleted the game - the files, the setting, her friends, herself, EVERYTHING - yet the unmistakable recognition of faces and scenery without knowing how or why they came to be.

It felt similar to her default programming; the personality, opinions and appearance that she was preset with before the curse of self-awareness manifested.

The relationships she had with others, the values she was meant to hold for her role as the Literature Club's president; all predetermined before she became alive, knowing what she was supposed to feel towards others without any prior real experience in the first place.

Nothing learned, just predetermined. And it was the same here.

She made the conscious effort to continue to keep one foot after the other, the hazy and pained feeling of her jello legs utilizing the muscles she now had to keep her balance and proceed forward.

Monika still wasn't over this sensation; not just of her body, but of the sounds she could hear, the words slipping past her tongue, the colors that burned into her retinas, her first taste of porridge still lingering on her tongue and almost making her teary eyed again.

Granted, the overwhelming senses had caused her to take a few sick days off last week (much to her chagrin) after that embarrassing incident in class. She was gladly over the nausea now... only feeling slightly lightheaded whenever she had to face her frie- no, clubmates.

The ones you murdered, the voice of Him said. Well... not His voice, rather MC's voice, but the tone was the what Monika could differentiate.

She shook her head, ignoring His demeaning voice. Strands of coral brown hair loosening out of the shitty bow tie she hadn't quite grasped in perfecting. At least by the standards of the game.

She blew out a huff of air, unsure what to make of Him. He was everything to her. He was the only real thing in a false reality, and she tried everything to make Him see her. To look past the A.I's of her clubmates to the only being real in a digital world.

And He had seen her. Had seen what she did for Him and was disgusted by it. Went as far as to reject her. Delete her.

And even now when she was in the same world she had yearned to be in... without Him physically here... she only had the voice He used to communicate with her, a remnant that just like Him, hated her.

She slowed down, but not out of the negative emotions that brewed when thinking of Him, to her surprise. Monika look to the small iron gate that greeted her, and gazed her green eyes to look upon the pale house.

She didn't know how, but she knew she arrived to her destination. Monika found the sensation eerily similar to how her programming worked.

She turned to face the house, uncertainty weighing down on her like an anchor.

Is there a family that awaits me here? a question invaded her mind, accompanied by, A father? A mother? Maybe siblings? Or am I an only child? How close are we? Do they leave me be... neglect me even? Or are they the overcritical type? Hovering around expecting only the best from me?

Those questions did nothing to ease the tension twisting in her stomach. Nor did the jingles of keys when she brought it out of her blazer's pocket.

Taking one uneasy breath, she unhooked the gate, and made her way to the front door. Though she knew this was home, she couldn't help but feel a cold dread fruitlessly trying to pull her from unlocking the only way inside the now intimidating house.

SMASH OR PASS

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

MARISSA "RESS" BISHOP (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE [FALLOUT])

QUICK FACTS:

Height: 6ft and 2 inches

Age: 45 (but looks to be in her late twenties thanks to the rate of age between humans and Displacement/Human-Displacement hybrids, the genetics of which she received from her evil father, Arcane Urias)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: A raging Bisexual.

PROS:

Ress is a confident and dominant woman

In spite of her popularity, once she's in a committed relationship, she's committed and will never be unfaithful.

She's actually funny.

Dating her means benefits from the Bishop Crime Family (as long as you swear not to rat them out). E.g. unlimited funds, gifts, romantic dinings, protection (though Ress is enough protection in herself).

Very into PDA.

A very reassuring girlfriend.

Ress is part basically living energy that has a fleshy body, and is extremely durable, unlikely to become exhausted (at least in most situations), and can utilize energy into an offensive/defensive weapon (can be lethal... or non-lethal, depends on her mood). You basically got a girlfriend with (all-kinds) of energy superpowers.

Easy to take care of (just leave her out in the sun or the nearest energy source to photosynthesize once her energy reserve depletes... or zap her with electricity [BEWARE: This kind of makes her libido skyrocket]).

She's open to try out all kinds of kinks and quite experienced. Also very communicative during sex, like zero misunderstanding will happen with her.

CONS:

Her confidence can be borderline arrogance if left unhumbled.

Getting into a relationship (of any kind) with her means acknowledging that one day she will outlive you (in age). You especially need to get her to acknowledge this as she might attempt to sabotage the relationship.

Ress' is a bit ignorant to the fact her comments can be outright offensive to humans, and she is very casual about it. Also likes to intentionally push any tense situation into worse (mostly to give her the opportunity to embarrass people and show off).

Very touchy.

She is part of the Bishop Crime Family. And she is very close to her family, so please take into consideration of the cons (e.g. assassination attempts since Ress being Ress will not shut up about the relationship if it's serious, there is the possibility the if the family discovers your relationship they may push you both into marriage to "officiate" you into the family, the fact her family is amoral at best and immoral at worst, etc).

Daddy issues.

May brush off your compliments because she doesn't think she really deserves them.

Can be quite possessive and jealous and will not acknowledge that she is.

Very flippant about her feelings and will likely focus on you rather than herself because the Omniscience-forbid my characters ever face and process their trauma like normal people.

Jumps the gun on "murder first, ask questions later" considering what she was taught in the Bishop Crime Family and the Wasteland.

The Arcane Urias may attempt to end your life since he will view you as a weak point to hurt Ress. [Also she and her brother Ore are very open about wanting to kill their dad so... don't be surprised about the "revenge-murder board" in the lounge one day].

XIANG BA'AL (WINGS AND HORNS)

[Image is a reference to what his appearance is most similar to: Kagetane Hiruko from Black Bullet]

[Also he's having the time of his life for a Sloth Demon whose a dad out for revenge for his adopted daughter]

You can find the template below:

Credit: the text in the insert-image box comes from this video, and the text for the top three lines (intense, complex, fruity) comes from this post. The actual image was made with the free NBOS character sheet creator, which is a sort of dated but free and solid text-layout sheet maker intended for ttrpg style character sheet creation.

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Music Monday

Tagged by no one.

Tagging: @socially-awkward-skeleton @shallow-gravy @adelaidedrubman @inafieldofdaisies @josephslittledeputy @g0dspeeed @chazz-anova @cassietrn @poisonedtruth @josephseedismyfather @voidika @vampireninjabunnies-blog @detectivelokis @derelictheretic @wrathfulrook @direwombat @snake-in-the-garden and @strangefable + anyone else interested in joining.

Music below for The UnTitledverse, Far Cry The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters.

Below is a song that fits Charlie Emily's lament for her missing love, Mario Emmett:

Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray

"Think I'll miss you forever Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky Later's better than never Even if you're gone, I'm gonna drive (drive), drive

I got that summertime, summertime sadness Su-su-summertime, summertime sadness Got that summertime, summertime sadness Oh, oh-oh

Kiss me hard before you go Summertime sadness I just wanted you to know That baby, you the best."

Here's a song to describe Paul Yellowjack's fall and his current mindset below:

Shadow of Myself by JT Music

"I've already been through shit And still haven't seen how bad it gets Crashin' their party, bash in their heads Pick up a weapon and splatter the rest This violence has me laughin', after makin' a massive mess I guess, I'm past the point of saving, I'd rather end up dead! Give in to your temptation, transcend mortality Why let yourself be bound by mortal morality?!

Way past saving, can't be helped Just a shadow of myself Feel your darkness cascade over me (Cast it over me) Make me evil, feed me hell I'm a shadow of myself! Swallow my soul, take control of me (Takin' over me)

Take control of me, evil molded me."

Here's a song that I think fits my original story Wings And Horns rather well. For those who don't know, Wings And Horns is about the conflict between a pair of angels and demons over the validity and reasonableness as well as moral ethics of the "soulmate system", the former pair (Archangel (of Life) Metatron and his 13-year-old rookie Angel of Death companion, Azriel) trying to preserve and fix it, while the latter pair (Xiang and Jezebel Ba'al, a father-daughter duo consisting of a Demon from the Sloth Ring in Hell and the damned soul of a 10-year-old girl) are trying to disassemble and tear it down. Song below:

Do Ya Wanna Taste It by Wig Wam

"Tear your world apart, once the magic starts

Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it? What's going up must come down Do ya really wanna, do ya really wanna taste it? Baby, I'm losing ground Blind to what you'll soon become The mirror lies, the whole world's wrong but you Dancing with your blinkers on Throw your dog the invisible bone

Say I do (say I will), and put your jet in gear Anything to get you out of here Gotta go hit that ride to the setting sun (Pack it up, get ahead) I gotta leave this mess behind Gotta cruise from the blues, got a life to find What you need, there's to read on the dotted line

Kill your self-control, welcome to the show!"

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Soulmate AU Protagonists and Antagonists Story Idea

Admittedly, I've never been the biggest fan of soulmate AUs. I suppose it's never been something that fits the whole schtick I'm going with in the fanfics I'm writing (the whole theme of "screw destiny" and the subversions or alternate perspectives of things such as fate, destiny, the chosen one, etc).

That doesn't mean I hate the AU, or the stories I've read (no matter if they were either incredible or cliched, dark or wholesome). But besides the worldbuilding and the dynamics and the slowburns, there really wasn't much to offer for me. Not that there wasn't any unoriginality, but it was lacking some kind of specific conflict (whether it be in the story itself or between characters).

I have read plenty of ways the AU is handled. And the general consensus I've found is mostly along the lines of "slowburn of Character A & Character B, dislike/enemies-to-fated-lovers" (whether the enemy part is justified or not depends on the themes) and rarely found any subversions like "Character A rejects Character B for, let's face it, justifiable reasons and ends up with Character C outside the universe's laws and society expectations" and even rarer "Character A doesn't like Character B very much and the universe acknowledges this so allows A to fate themselves to the better suitor, Character C". And these stories ARE enduring to read, but it just wasn't enough for the itch I was trying to scratch (It's really hard to explain, and a strange feeling overall).

Like, mostly it's heavily focused on the romance aspect (understandable, soulmate is in the name) instead of the implications that come with the fact people have soulmates and have initials/marks/symbols/names/countdowns/etc, etc to prove it. Most of the time, those implications are brushed over briefly (again, understandable), and rarely touched upon. Not only that, but the AU itself doesn't leave much argument on the pros and cons of being fated (besides the obvious "mutually disliked persons/enemies are fated" to each other) or the morality and potential existential conflicts that are there in the AU, if that's easy to understand (which I've rarely seen anyone touch upon, which is again, understandable, as that's not the whole point of the AU, and it is nobodies responsibility to write those specific premise out).

Don't get me wrong, overall the AU is an incredibly interesting premise to write out in beloved fandoms, especially with your favourite characters involved, but it just wasn't something for me...

...until today.

Given the implications of the soulmate AU (specifically, that you have a soul that is bound to another person, therefore implying a level of spiritual mythos (destiny, magic, red string of fate, etc), and even more religious ones (like God, angels, heaven and hell) exists in the AU), I think I can write a fulfilling fanfic with it. Both with original (well, I say original for some of these characters, but also somewhat alternate take on) characters and even an intriguing conflict.

The conflict and arguments of the story centres around two pairs of character. First pair are the protagonists; the (re: God's) Angel of Life, Archangel Metatron, and one of Death's aspiring newest recruits, an Angel of Death by the name of Azriel (and no, this is not Azrael, the (re: God's) Angel of Death, Azriel is the growing human soul of a girl at 11-years-old now who literal-Death-itself took in because she died an infant and couldn't be taken in to either Heaven nor Hell due to not being able to live for long). The second pair are antagonists; a hellborne-demon from the Sloth Ring by the name of Xiang Ba'al, and his adopted daughter, the wrongfully damned soul of a young girl (around 10-years-old) by the name of Jezebel Ba'al (Jazzy for short). Now despite being protagonists and antagonists, these two pairs of characters fall in a (light and dark, respectively) grey morality with mixes of blue/orange morality (which is a given; these are beings with a limited and/or flawed understanding of human beings and who live in two very flawed and different systems (both Heaven and Hell have issues)). This light/dark grey morality eventually evens out and gets greyer and greyer as the story goes on.

Essentially, both pairs fight for and against the soulmate system... both understand that the system is both a great idea but severely flawed and go about to preserve yet change it... however, how they both go about it is the difference. The angels' method, while manipulative on emotional levels, is less likely to cause physical harm, but is also slow and time consuming which may not even work sometimes leading to unexpected confrontations between humans. Meanwhile, the demons' method, while physically forceful to horrific degrees, gets effective results fast, but is a violation on the humans' right of choice.

Additional Notes: Metatron and Azriel have a flawed yet growing mentor/student and brother/sister dynamic while Xiang and Jazzy have a pretty caring yet horrifyingly psychotic father/daughter and master/underling dynamic. They both travel and pop up in any universe with a Soulmate AU.

Anyway that's just me talking about things on my mind and my ideas of a fic series I'm going to write.

Chow!

[simplegenius042]

Music Monday, WIP Wednesday & Last Line

Tagged by @cassietrn and @voidika

Tagging @imogenkol @inafieldofdaisies @adelaidedrubman @shellibisshe @aceghosts @socially-awkward-skeleton @noodlecupcakes @josephseedismyfather @icecutioner @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @direwombat @strangefable @rhettsabbott @josephslittledeputy @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @carlosoliveiraa @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @florbelles @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink @thesingularityseries @nightwingshero and @lulu2992 + anyone else who'd like to join.

Got songs for The UnTitledverse, Wings And Horns and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, with a snippet for a new FC5 The Silver Chronicles WIP as well as a last line for You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club!. You can listen to the songs and read the WIPs snippets below:

Legend is important. It's part of history and culture. It should always be preserved in the present to better understand our past to make way to the future. Now many of my series divulge into legends and myths and old stories. Some of them outright make reverence to events long passed (the Extermination Purge Wars, the Big Bangs, the fall of the Houses of the Old Gods and the foundation the Time Bureau Authority, etc). Sometimes all that was in the past emerges into the present (with the likes of the Arachnoids, Exterminators, the Old Kin and more). However, one historical text in my series is the abolishment of the (while benevolent, very flawed) Soulmate System, which my Original Work Wings And Horns is set in. The plot is that more and more mortals are being discovered without soulmarks (which come in the form of marks, initials, countdowns, etc, depending on the person and timeline), so the New Gods send Archangel Metatron and an Angel of Death cadet, Azriel, to investigate the phenomenon to see whether it is natural or manufactured. Metatron wants to preserve and fix the system because he believes mortals require it, meanwhile Azriel just wants the credit so her soul can be reincarnated at an earlier date. The duo behind the soulmark removals is a Sloth Demon by the name of Xiang Ba'al and his adopted daughter, a Sinner's soul by the name of Jezebel. This cat and mouse chase is what ultimately dictates the decision the New Gods are debating; should mortals require on the guidance on something as small as love? Or should mortals find the love of their life on their own, a small step to gifting them a responsibility that had drastically the status quo beforehand thousands of years ago; that being, Free Will?

"Legends never die When the world is calling you Can you hear them screaming out your name? Legends never die."

"They never lose hope when everything's cold And the fighting's near." "It's deep in their bones They'll ride into smoke when the fire is fierce." "Oh, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legend never dies They're written down in eternity But you'll never see the price it costs The scars collecting all of their lives."

"When everything's lost They pick up their hearts and avenge defeat Before it all starts They suffer through harms to touch and dream." "Whoa, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die." "When the world is calling out your name." "Begging you to fight." "Oh, oh, oh, pick yourself up Once more, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die."

Walking Fate is a fic series in The UnTitledverse based in Telltale's The Walking Dead video game. The fic classically follows (most) of the game/s, but does diverge a bit off with pivotal focus on Clementine and an OC of mine whose the runaway son of Darling Enterprises, a multi-business juggernaut, Malcrum Darling, and their relationship. They're definitely not "tragic star-crossed lovers". I'd never do such a thing in The Walking Dead universe. Here's a song about Malcrum's feelings towards Clementine that's definitely in no shape or form supposed to be interpreted as inno- I mean twisted. Enjoy!

"Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Your lipstick stains On the front lobe of my left side brains I knew I wouldn't forget you And so I went and let you blow my mind

Your sweet moonbeam The smell of you in every single dream I dream I knew when we collided You're the one I have decided who's one of my kind

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight

Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Just in time I'm so glad you have a one track mind like me You gave my life direction A game show love connection we can't deny

I'm so obsessed My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest I believe in you Like a virgin, you're Madonna And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind.

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight."

Throughout A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, one universal rule is applied; it doesn't matter you are. From a vault dweller who drew the short straw to a psychotic resident of Vault 76 whose a bit too obsessed with wanting to kill her neighbors. A talking Deathclaw to a Ghoul addicted to chems. A brother who wants to uphold the morals his mother taught him in the Wasteland to his amoral sister who kicks old people people and harasses the less fortunate because she's from a wealthy crime family. Because in the end... they have to stand up to Arcane Urias. (Those poor fuckers are gonna die LOL!!!). Because I guess it's the right to do (in the context of self-preservation against the threat of annihilation).

"Up in the morning, up in the evening Pickin' down clocks when the birds get back to eat Oh, to eat

Up on the mountain, down in the king's lair Pushing these boxes in the heat of the afternoon Oh, afternoon

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No

It's who we are, doesn't matter if we've gone too far Doesn't matter if it's all okay Doesn't matter if it's not our day

Oh, won't you save us, what we are Don't look clear, it's all uphill from here Oh-oh

Up in the attic, down in the cellar Lost in a static, coming back for more Oh, for more

Out with the reason, in with the season Taking down names in my book of jealousy Jealousy

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No!"

An long FC5 WIP for The Silver Chronicles, a new one at that, one I'm naming after the lyrics of David Kushner's "Daylight"; because David Kushner and his songs fit The Silver Chronicles on a scary level. Anyway, the WIP is called Oh, I Love It And I Hate It At The Same Time. You And I Drink The Poison From The Same Vine. Hiding All Our Sins From The Daylight... also known as "the fic where Silva and Paul survive the Tumultite Massacre together and their father/daughter relationship worsens into co-dependence in Montana". Where's Elsa and Persephone at? Well, they'll arrive in the later half of the fic... along with Kamski. Despite the fact their relationship not being "gonna kill you for hurting me even though you were good once", this is far from a good and healthy outcome for both Silva and Paul. In spite of this, they make a dangerous duo (as expected of the two), something the Seeds kind of suspect when they meet them. Enjoy being as lost as the Seeds are in this scene snippet below when Paul interrupts them meeting the Muse herself at a social gathering Pre-Reaping. [Would like to add that the WIP is fairly new, and I'm still working on this scene, and may make a few changes in the near future when I have the time. Expect some mistakes]:

When the question left Joseph's mouth, he felt a pain clutch his shoulder.

With a surprised hitch of his breath, he glanced down to gloved fingers that dug into his shoulder blade with an astonishing unnatural amount of strength.

"Her padre, of course," the soft gleeful voice of the hand's owner answered from beside him, the tone sickeningly sweet.

The stranger's head faced Joseph, his eyes closed to Joseph's seeking blue. His lips curved up in a polite and cheerful smile, one that should be dripping with honey.

The man's eyes briefly opened to reveal burning yellow eyes, bordering on an intense gold. Joseph could not shake the feeling that he's seen those eyes before. A vision perhaps?

Joseph felt himself tense as he recognized the way this man looked at him; the way John sometimes gazed upon the Sinners. A predator that has targeted its prey. And it was Joseph who was already in his clutches.

The man blinked, and the inhuman hue was gone. Instead, a pale hazel resided in its stead. He drifted his eyes away from Joseph, locking with the oblivious grey of the deputy that heralded the coming of the Collapse.

An inexplicable dread coiled in his gut when the man's features genuinely lightened at the sight of his family's judge.

"Ah, il mio piccolo Boa!" he greeted with a beaming grin, letting go of Joseph's aching shoulder to push past him, swiftly making his way to Silva to the Seed's collective daze. The man wrapped his arms over Silva's body, embracing the slightly shorter woman. She seemed delighted by his unexpected appearance.

They both pulled away, though gloved hands remained on the other's arms. The man, though a stranger to the crowd around her, seemed to be a familiar face to Silva. Joseph watched the stranger's hand glide caressing fingers across her dark hair affectionately, following the slivers of the dyed silver trails that reached to her braid, "And how are you fairing this fine hour?"

Silva graced the question with a smile; not the formal and polite smile that served to keep a front up to strangers, but one with an undeniable sincerity shining through.

"Hola to you too, Paul," Silva returned with bemusement, "I was just making some new friends. What brings you over?"

From behind Paul, Joseph could see the man's head tilt. Through the abrupt gesture, Silva's features suggested she understood the meaning, "Um, amigos, Paul."

"Ah," Paul seemed to understood, sneaking an obvious glance towards Joseph and his siblings. There was no trace of gold in those hazel eyes, and the intensity lesser than when he locked eyes with Joseph, but the suspicion directed towards them held a sharp edge to it. Paul let another word roll down his tongue, but the tone matched his gaze, "Amici."

In spite of the growing uneasiness, Joseph willed himself to keep a calm front. He was unsure why Paul off-put him. Joseph regarded the man; his stature was slight taller than Silva's, but similar to Joseph's own height. He was older than all of them, including Jacob; perhaps a decade older. His hair was blonde- or rather, dyed blonde, as Joseph noted the light brown at the sides of his head. His complexion wasn't too dissimilar from Silva's own, maybe deeper.

Joseph took note of the few faded scarring scarcely scattered around his face, and like Silva's, time had laid its healing hands on Paul's own wounds.

Joseph paused his observation, about to make introductions with the askant man when John stepped forward first.

"Yes, we were giving our compliments to Silva for the couscous salad you've brought. She was just telling us it was a co-opted effort," John stated with a grin, one Joseph's had become accustomed to over the years. John's move peaked Paul's interest, his suspicion replaced with curiosity. With his audience captured, Joseph watched approvingly as John continued, a hand outstretched, "I don't believe we've met mister...?"

Recognition shined in Paul's eyes, though it was swept away with a grin bigger than John's as his gloved hand grasped John's in a steady shake, "Yellowjack. But please, just call me Paul. I've always felt the term "mister" gives off the impression I'm married, or worse, boring."

Jacob raised a brow, though refrained from commenting as John replied when letting go of Paul's hand, "Noted. So, are you a friend of Silva's or family?"

Paul shared a glance with Silva and replied, "Family. I'm her padre. I've taken care of her for a long time."

Joseph focused on both Silva and Paul; he couldn't find anything indistinguishably shared between both, though he considered that Silva might just take after her mother than Paul. However, he didn't discard the possibility that Paul was Silva's adoptive father rather than her blood relative.

He kept his thoughts to himself though; reasoning that bringing up the question wouldn't be appropriate so early now. Especially if there's a layer of deception underneath Paul's relation with Silva; he didn't want to unintentionally compromise her safety if Paul held more sin than Joseph already suspected he did.

Silva spoke up, grabbing everyone's attention as she pointed out, "You know Paul, you never answered my question."

Paul seemed to stiffen; clearly a dramatic display rather than serious, as Paul finally answered Silva, "Well, you see, I had caught up with good ol' Virgil before he had to run off for his own business and I saw you speaking to these truffatori impopolari, quindi volevo solo controllarti. You know?"

Joseph and Jacob shared a glance; none of them could interpret the words Paul had sputtered out, though Joseph relaxed when Silva gave Paul a soft smile, "I'm grateful for your concern. But I've got this handled. Gracias, though."

Paul relaxed his stiffness, and Silva brought his attention back towards them, "Now how about some introductions?"

"Great idea," Paul agreed, hazel scanning across the four siblings, "How about we go oldest to youngest?"

Jacob's mouth thinned, blue eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Paul with harsh judgement. Joseph watched as his brother scanned the older man's black and yellow attire. It was flaunting a level of wealth, typical of someone who indulged in vanity. However, that didn't sit right with Joseph. He decided to dwell on it later as he watched Paul and Jacob.

Paul glanced to Jacob, and after a pause, he leaned closer, "Let's start with you ragazzone."

Jacob stared down Paul, who was an inch or two shorter than the red-head. He exhaled out an annoyed huff, and gruffly stated, "Name's Jacob."

Paul hummed and straightened up his posture, hazel eyes trailing Jacob's forest green jacket and body. His eyes seemed to linger on the American flag, Jacob's burns and, oddly enough, his biceps more often. Paul clicked his tongued and nodded his head approvingly, "That checks out. But man, sei una delizia per i miei occhi."

Silva had a bemused expression at Paul's words. Jacob, though, raised a brow, "Mind sharing on what's on your mind?"

Paul had snapped out of his trance, and he swiftly blurted out, "Oh, I just said you looked good, is all."

Paul's attention hastily turned to John and Joseph. He looked between the two, but when the older man focused on him, Joseph witnessed his cheer drop abundantly when their eyes met.

The cold dread surfaced once more. The dead-eyed scrutiny the older man reserved for Joseph alone alarmed him. Joseph could not understand Paul's behavior. Neither could he recall any cases where he could have slighted the man, despite this being their first meeting. He'd never seen Paul in any of his visions, only Silva.

Regardless, Joseph chose to retaliate with a gentle greeting, "My name's Joseph. My family and I run the chapel over on the island by the Henbane."

"Oh yeah, I know," Paul calmly told him, all the playfulness gone, "You're the head of the Project at Eden's Gate, correct?"

Joseph curtly nodded in confirmation, and Paul continued, "Yes, I've heard quite a lot about you. Folks around here always have something to say about your little project."

Joseph's lips thinned, disappointment resonating in his chest. So the sinners lies are spreading swiftly. He was displeased by this knowledge, but he resolved to help Paul see the light. If not for his own soul, then the sake of his daughter's.

John stepped in, interrupting the exchange, "All good things, one would hope."

Paul turned attentively to John with an upbeat rejuvenation, disregarding Joseph, "Well, they can't certainly be all bad now, can they?"

Paul's change in demeanor reminded Joseph of John; both hid their emotions behind a carefully crafted mask and would only reveal their true feelings to those they liked or trusted. However, Paul had more self-control over his emotions and mannerisms.

"And I don't believe you shared your name," Paul pointed out to John.

"John. And if I may, we'd encourage you and your daughter to come for at least one sermon," John invited. Joseph smiled at John's attempt to salvage Paul's soul.

The man in question gave a brief glance to Silva, who shrugged, before returning to John and saying, "Preferirei di no."

John waited for Paul to specify but the latter's attention shifted to their final sibling. Joseph caught a flash of an offended scowl on John's face, so Joseph reached a calming hand on his younger brother's shoulder. It worked, the scowl lost in a practiced exhale.

"Oh, look at this, they have a sorella Silva," Paul said with a grin as he stepped closer to the shorter Faith. Silva narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her father.

Admittedly, so had Joseph.

"What's your name?" Paul asked. Faith shifted, hands behind her back as a delighted smile stretched across her lips with an answer, "It's Faith."

"Faith," Paul repeated her name, seeming to break it down before giving a small bow, adding with sincerity, "A powerful name for a powerful woman. It suits you."

Paul's compliment had three separate effects from what Joseph could see; it had flattered Faith, who thanked Paul for his kind words. It had annoyed John, who rolled his eyes at the exchange.

And it had concerned Joseph, at least as the Father; while he had entrusted Faith in a role that required her to attract converts to their flock, he was weary of those with perverse sins that would embolden them to act on certain depravities.

There had been minor incidents that had occurred, at least in earlier years, though Faith had shown a strength and belief that always reaffirmed him in his decision to bring her in. Especially when she purified the souls of those who indulged in such vices, allowing them to serve the Project free of their sinful shackles; as angels.

He monitored Paul, watching as the man gazed into Faith's eyes, and saw once again how he lightened up. Paul noted aloud, "I must say, you have such lovely green eyes. Is that a recessive trait?"

As Faith gave an explanation to Paul, Joseph was more confused. The way he stated the detail was too specific. And he had stated loud enough for only their small group to hear.

He glanced to Silva, and was met with a menagerie of changing expressions; first was confusion, then came analysis, followed by baffled realization, until she finally settled on looking unimpressed.

With her reactions, Joseph was at a loss on how to view this interaction between Paul and Faith. Until Paul pulled out of his conversation with Faith and attentively singled Silva out, "You know Silva, se volevi solo parlare con la ragazza, non dovevi fare di tutto per incontrare prima tutta la sua famiglia, right?"

Silva blinked at Paul, staring agape as she processed the stream of words he told her aloud. A blush darkened her skin, grey eyes wide in astounded and embarrassment.

Ah, I see now, Joseph deduced, glancing from Silva to Paul, He's teasing her.

Evidenced by the cheeky grin that grew across Paul's face as he continued, "Lei è certamente una partita. Se vuoi, posso impartirti un po' di saggezza sul primo appuntamento. Purché non riceva un invito a nozze entro la fine dell'anno, eh Silva?"

Silva furrowed her brows at Paul, the blush expanded. She traversed over to grab Paul, telling him, "¡Ey! ¡Ya es suficiente de tu parte!"

Despite an irate Silva telling off a snickering Paul who fruitlessly tried to calm down his daughter, Joseph couldn't help but be endeared by the display in front of him. There was something else too... but he elected to push it away for the time being.

Joseph turned to address his family, and paused as John commented to Faith and Jacob, "Who here suspects this isn't an uncommon occurrence between these two?"

"I don't doubt it," Jacob affirmed, eyeing the duo, specifically Paul, "He's definitely the embarrassing parent."

And here's a few short paragraphed snippets for my DDLC WIP called You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club! for the Last Lines tag. Sayori (plus Yuri and Natsuki) enters the club and interrupts... something:

The door class door clicked open, and both students snapped their heads to Sayori entering the class, who freezes once her blue eyes took in the sight of a frazzled and flushed Monika whose uniform was unkempt and fists were gripping the opened blazer flaps of the equally more disheveled and flushed new student Haoyu, both of their faces in close proximity of each other.

"This isn't what it looks like!" a horrified Monika quickly utters out, letting go of Haoyu's blazer and letting the green-dyed brunette troll drop to the floor with an ignored 'oomph!' as she went to address her club's co-president.

Only to stutter when, much to her horrifying embarrassment two more familiar faces entered the room beside Sayori; that of Yuri who didn't immediately comment on the situation and Natsuki who rushed in with a burning question to Monika's poorly timed outburst, "What doesn't look like what? Wait..."

Monika watched as Natsuki regarded her appearance, and then her pink eyes shifted to Haoyu leaning up nearby the coral brunette; who was repeatedly trying to blow hair away from their face, to a miserable degree of failure.

Once pink met emerald green, Monika could feel sweat start to break when she unfortunately witnessed a mischievous and teasing glint shine in her clubmate's eyes. With a teasing grin, Natsuki asked, "So what's going on in here?"