#oc; Fria

[multisfabulis]

Only Through Acceptance Will Love Find Us

Changes on the Horizon (Chapter 4)

Word Count: 4179

It's been over 7 months since I last updated this fic and it had to be a chapter that has given me the most trouble to write thus far!

I genuinely don't know why writing this had to be so much of a struggle. The rough draft was fine, for the most part! When it came time for the rewrite portion, I just couldn't be satisfied with anything I'd written for it, even after 3 or 4 rewrites. It got so bad that I ended up asking my beta reader/friend for help because I couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong and I wanted their input on this to see if they had any suggestions. Then something akin to a miracle happened; I managed to find inspiration from an unlikely source (which I shan't divulge because it is NOT something I want to discuss on a public forum) and I was finally able to write to a degree I was both content with and found quality in. I still struggled with other parts later on but they weren't nearly to the severity the beginning was.

I don't know when the next chapter will be or whether I'll have just as much trouble with it as I did this but it'll be sometime next year! At least I can say I updated this fic more this year than I did last and that's good enough for me.

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     Several hours passed before Ven felt brave enough to open the front door. Her eyes scanned the area for any signs of Renard, hoping she wouldn’t catch a glimpse of blond hair or white clothing. He was sure to be angry with her, enraged even. People like him never took rejection well, especially after being humiliated in such a degrading fashion like he’d been. There was no telling what he might do to her upon seeing her again, which scared the utter shit out of her.

     It was only a kiss. A kiss, something she considered to be far better than whatever else he had planned for her. Yet knowing that did nothing to help calm the anxiety roiling in her stomach. The scene kept replaying over and over again in her head, forcing her to recall each and every disgusting detail. The way his body felt atop hers, how his eyes looked when they met her gaze, the warmth of his breath as their lips were about to touch, it…it made her sick.

     What was she supposed to have done? Should she have tried to fight him off or let him have his way with her? Was living in fear of retaliation better than living with the shame and guilt of allowing him to do that to her? Could she have done something differently to avoid either outcome? What was the right answer here? Was…was there even a right answer?

     She wanted to bash her head against the nearest wall. What was the point in asking herself all these questions? No amount of what-ifs, could haves, and should haves would change what happened. The only thing she could do now was learn from it. Ready herself so she wouldn’t be caught off-guard again. That meant keeping her dagger on her at all times just in case.

     Her mother wouldn’t be home for another few days yet so Ven was determined in holding the fort down until then. Once Mother made a safe return, they would pool their money together and leave Belleurseul at first light. She didn’t know where they would go but anywhere was better than staying here.

     For now, however, she had pets to feed. She walked out to the stable with tentative strides, peeking over her shoulder every so often to see if Renard was waiting for her when she looked back. Thankfully, she reached her destination with little to no issue and she was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

     The animals brayed and clucked at her arrival. She gave them all a smile as she filled one of the troughs with hay for the cows and sheep to munch on before turning around to scatter seed for the chickens. They dug in straight away, acting as if they’d never been fed a day in their life while Ven took the liberty of refilling their water. Then she sat on the stool Mother often used when she’d milk the cows and watched them eat. At least they were happy.

     It wasn’t long before her mind began to wander. What was she going to do about Renard? Dealing with him herself was out of the question since he could easily overpower her if she made any attempts to fight back. That left asking someone for help but who would want to help her in bringing the golden boy of Belleurseul down? That wasn’t even taking into account whether or not anyone would believe her in the first place. She’d be inviting hell to come to her doorstep if she came out about this. Was this what they called being stuck between a rock and a hard place?

     Maybe a walk was in order. A dusky stroll around the woods might do her some good, help clear her mind of things. So she quietly stepped out from the stable and made her way towards the forest that surrounded her house. It may have been stupid to go traipsing through the place so close to nighttime but she knew nothing dangerous lurked in there. She would be all right.

     The sky was streaked with shades of red, orange, and violet as the setting sun cast its golden rays across the land. She walked through the woods with leaves of similar color crunching beneath her feet and a chill beginning to seep into her bones. Some of the trees had already lost their dressings with the coming of winter, which meant the others were sure to follow not long after. She and Mother would need to start stockpiling food soon if they were to survive while on the road.

     Memories of the time she spent here flooded her mind. She remembered how she’d crawl into bushes or climb up trees to hide from imaginary monsters and how she’d dig into the mud after it rained to find and catch worms to bring home. Then there were the days where Mother played with her when she felt well enough to do so and hadn’t had work to do. Those Ven looked back on fondly. She was really going to miss this forest when she and Mother left.

     There was one spot in particular she’d hate to leave behind. Other people would regard it as nothing special but not her. To her, it was her safe space, her home away from home. It was a place she could go to for some peace and quiet when life became too much for her to handle sometimes. She wasn’t sure if there’d be anything like it again outside of Belleurseul. Knowing her luck, the universe would take it away from her just as she found it so she wasn’t feeling optimistic.

     Her heart stirred upon arriving at a familiar clearing. What greeted her first was the hill with its tall grass that stopped at her knees as she passed through. Then it was the climb up to the top of the hill. Awaiting her there was the rolling countryside bathed in light and the multicolored expanse looming above it. Seeing that in all its glory always brought about a sense of wanderlust, a desire to go and explore everything the view had to offer. This was why she loved coming to this place.

     She sat down amid the grass, basking in the fading sunlight. The wind ruffled her hair and clothes as she drew her knees up to her chest to keep herself from shivering in the cold. The sight was as beautiful as always to behold. Yet looking far off into the distance did little to quell her mind.

     What laid beyond Belleurseul’s walls? What was the world like outside the confines of her cage? It all seemed so grand and vast to her that she wondered if she’d ever see only a fraction of what there was. She longed for the call of adventure, yearned for it with every fiber of her being. However, there was one thing she wanted more than anything else, something she coveted with her very soul. When would they finally come into her life to rid her of her loneliness? When?

     Her gaze wandered over to a lone dandelion standing beside her. She thought it strange to find one blooming out of season here, especially with it being so close to winter and all. It was then she remembered an old superstition she heard about them way back when she was a child. If one were to blow the seeds off it, it would make their dreams and wishes come true. It never worked for her in the past but she had the urge to try it again, if only for nostalgia’s sake.

     Plucking it out from the ground, she held it up to her face. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to rely on an old fairy tale to help bring her happiness? God, it sounded so stupid, so childish, so embarrassing to trust in something like this but it was the only thing she had left at this point. So, with reddened cheeks, she closed her eyes and made her wish.

     ‘I wish to meet my prince.’

     Thus the seeds were scattered to the wind, carried off in the direction of wherever it blew to. She watched them vanish from sight, hoping someone out there in the great beyond heard her and granted her wish. Maybe, just maybe, this was the way to go about it. Only time would tell if it worked or not.

     Then there was what sounded like clattering behind her. She hastily rose to her feet, her hand going straight to where she had her dagger sheathed on her thigh. Her heart pounded in her ears at the thought of facing Renard again but she wasn’t planning on going down without a fight. She would scar the bastard right where it hurt the most so everyone knew of what he had done. She waited in anticipation for his arrival, her eyes trained on the opening she walked out of not too long ago.

     However, her would-be intruder wasn’t Renard. It was Dahlia, trotting out of the forest with Mother’s cart still attached to her. There was still cause for concern, though, when her rider appeared to not be in the driver’s seat controlling her. That sent alarm bells ringing throughout Ven’s head.

     “Dahlia?” She stepped forward to hold Dahlia’s face in her hands. “Dollie, what happened? Where’s Mother?”

     The horse only pushed her muzzle closer to her. It was times like these Ven really wished animals had the ability to talk. Quick glances over at the cart revealed mud caked on the wheels and marks resembling scratches along the sides of the wood. Were they attacked by a pack of wild animals on the road? Whatever the case may be, she needed to get to the bottom of it.

     Detaching the cart from Dahlia, Ven climbed up on her saddle and ordered, “All right, girl, take me to where Mother is! Quick!”

     With that, Dahlia galloped back in the direction she came from. Ven’s mind raced a thousand miles a minute as they hurried to wherever Mother was, wondering just what happened to her yesterday. It couldn’t have been anything good, judging by the marks left on the cart. Still, now wasn’t the time to be thinking of the worst-case scenario. She needed to remain calm and focused on finding Mother. She was going to bring her home safe and sound, despite her intrusive thoughts saying otherwise.

     Night descended upon them right when they reached yet another forest shrouded in darkness. Dahlia slowed to a walk as she sniffed along the ground in an attempt to find and track Mother’s scent. Wolves howled in the distance, scaring Ven more than she had been previously. So they were the ones responsible for attacking the cart, she thought with a grimace as her grip on the reins tightened ever so slightly. Suddenly, the horse let out a whinny and broke off into a trot.

     It was a short time later they stumbled across it. A large castle with a moonlit veil stood before her, everything except its shape obscured in shadow. She could just barely make out its arched windows set in the walls above and the chiseled stonework that gave this building its form. She would’ve doubted Mother being here if it weren’t for the odd lack of sentries keeping watch at the front gate. A noble wouldn’t leave their home unguarded for no reason, right? Was it possible then Mother took shelter here, believing it to be empty?

     Slowly but surely, they walked through the gate. Shivers ran up her spine at the idea of entering this creepy place alone but she wouldn’t be deterred. She came here with a goal in mind and nothing was going to stop her from returning home with Mother in one piece. Climbing off of Dahlia, she approached the set of heavy-looking doors that laid up ahead of her. When a couple knocks earned her no response, she decided ‘to hell with it’ and headed inside by herself.

     She stepped into what she presumed to be a foyer. The door slammed shut behind her with a loud thud and she nearly jumped out of her skin in fright. She waited for servants to accost her, question her on who she was and what she was doing here in the middle of the night. Yet no one came, leaving her to wonder if the castle truly was abandoned or if she had just caught a lucky break. Either way, it certainly made it easier for her to try finding her mother in this place. Steeling her nerves, she ascended up the grand staircase.

     “Mother?” she called out, her voice bouncing off the walls and high ceiling. “Mother, are you here?”

     No answer. Whether that was good or bad, wasting time around here wasn’t going to prove anything. She stopped upon reaching the landing and looked up at the darkened hallways on the second floor. She didn’t want to be here longer than was necessary so picking the right way to go was key. Deliberating on it for a few moments, she chose to search the east wing. Her footsteps echoed all throughout the room as she climbed the stairs and entered the left corridor.

     She was terrified. She wasn’t one to believe in ghosts and such but the creaking of wood underfoot, noises she could swear were whispers, and the feeling of eyes drilling into her were making her think otherwise. The suits of armor she’d occasionally pass by didn’t help matters, either. Still, she continued onward, determined to be brave in the face of potential danger.

     “Mother? Mother, are you here?” She turned round a corner and found herself in another dark hallway. “Mother, if you’re here, please answer me. I…I need you to say something.”

     “Oh, are you with miss Ravavyre?” a voice replied to her left.

     She stopped dead in her tracks. There weren’t any doors she recalled walking past so who did that voice belong to? She looked in the direction of where it came from, spotting a lone candelabra sitting atop a nearby table. Nothing seemed to suggest the presence of another person but she was sure she didn’t hallucinate that.

     Retracing her steps, she answered, “…Ye-yes but who are you? I ask that you show yourself.”

     “I’m over here, miss!” They sounded closer but she still couldn’t see them.

     She decided to approach the small end table. There wasn’t anything on it to indicate someone was talking to her through it, like a loudspeaker or a similar device, yet she was sure this was where she heard it from. Then it hit her. Was the candelabra itself speaking to her?

     “H-hello?” she quietly called. She waited for an answer, something to prove to her she wasn’t crazy. Nothing happened. “Of course, what was I thinking? Random inanimate objects don’t speak, Ven, what were you---”

     The candelabra sprung to life and excitedly replied, “Hello, miss!”

     She screamed as she jumped backward and fell to the floor. Okay, scratch what she was thinking earlier, she had to be going mad because there was no way in hell a candelabra just talked to her. It hopped down from the table and started making its way toward her with its wicks brightly lit. She needed to run, hightail it outta there, but she was frozen. Crap, crap, crap!

     “Calm down, miss, you’ve nothing to be afraid of!” it said, waving its arms in a motion that was meant to be nonthreatening. “It’s all right, I won’t---”

     Remembering her dagger, she whipped it out from its holster and pointed it in the candelabra’s direction, ordering, “Stay right there! Don’t come any closer!”

     “All right, all right!” It did as it was told, keeping its arms up. “Listen, miss, my name is Fria, okay? You’re looking for your mother, who happens to be miss Nithenoel Ravavyre, correct?”

     She eyed him suspiciously. He knew who her mother was and he didn’t seem to be harboring some hidden agenda or ulterior motive. After having her dagger trained on him for a few moments, she breathed out a sigh and dropped her hand. He had information she needed so she had to play ball with him. The second he tried anything, though, she wouldn’t hesitate to punt him across the room.

     “Yes, that’s her,” she answered, sheathing her dagger. “I apologize for my rudely behavior, I’m not used to talking candles and---”

     “It is quite all right, miss,” he assured her with a smile. He hopped up to her and took her hand between his to kiss it. At least he was a gentleman, if nothing else. “Would you like me to take you to her? I’m sure she’d be quite happy to see you.”

     Forgoing any pretense of subtlety, she said, “Yes, please, I…I was so worried when our horse came back home without her and I just wanna know if she’s okay.”

     “Aside from some minor injuries, she is all right, I promise.” Fria turned away to face the darkness up ahead. “Come, follow me. I’ll take you to where her room is.”

     “R-right!” She rose to her feet and fell in line behind him. “Thank you, Fria, you have no idea how much this means to me.”

     “It is all well and good. By the way, might I ask you for your name?”

     “It’s…Venlithea but I prefer to be called Ven.”

     “Ah, pretty name for a pretty girl.”

     The corners of her mouth curled up into a tight smile. He only said it to be nice, not because he actually meant it. Besides, even if he did, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to take it as a compliment after the day she’d had today. Renard thought she was and that turned out so well, didn’t it? So she decided to just brush it off as she followed after Fria down the long corridor.

     The glow from the candlelight made venturing through this a little easier, which she was grateful for. She could see windows that were as tall as the ceiling with their curtains drawn to her left and large portraits hanging on the wall to her right. The people shown in them were from a family she didn’t recognize and their name didn’t ring any bells in her memory. What were they like? They had to be interesting folks if they had someone like Fria as one of their servants.

     “So, tell me, miss Ven--” Fria started, breaking Ven out of her reverie-- “how did you find your way here? I’m curious to know if you happened upon us by accident or if you knew of us beforehand.”

     “Oh, no, I didn’t know anything about this place. When Dahlia, the horse I mentioned earlier, came home without Mother, I simply asked her to take me to where she was and I guess she tracked her scent and led me here. This is actually my first time ever leaving home so this is all new to me.”

     “Ah, I see. I must say, you’re very brave for going through that dark forest all by yourself. At your age, no less!”

     She resisted the urge to trickle some bite into her words as she corrected him with, “You appear to be mistaken, Fria. I only just turned 18 a few months ago so I’m not as young as you believe me to be.”

     “Ah, I apologize, miss. Regardless, I commend you for your effort. It must not have been easy for you.”

     They fell silent shortly before arriving at their destination. The anticipation was killing her as Fria knocked on the door several times to see if the person they were here for was behind them. A voice that sounded similar to Mother’s answered and he announced he had a visitor with him. It was at this point Ven couldn’t wait any longer. She took hold of the handle and swung it open.

     The first thing she saw was her mother, who was in the process of getting out of a king-sized bed. Then her eyes laid on the bandages wrapped around her arms and the parts of her legs that were left bare. Her clothes were different from the ones she was wearing yesterday and her hair was tied back into a singular ponytail as opposed to the usual four braids. Finally, there was the simple cane she grabbed on to help her stand as her eyes widened in surprise at Ven.

     “Thea, when did you---”

     “Mother!” She all but tackled her into a tight hug, burying her face in her chest. “God, I was so worried about you! When Dahlia came back home alone, I thought you had---”

     “It’s all right, sweetheart, I’m okay.” She felt Mother return the hug with just as much strength as a hand stroked her back. “It’ll take a lot more than that to knock out this old woman.”

     Tears sprung to Ven’s eyes as Mother let out a hearty laugh. Having her in her arms again like this after worrying over whether she was dead or not caused the dam she’d been building since Renard’s assault earlier to burst. Sobs wracked through her body as she cried like a child in her embrace, much to her mother’s bemusement. She needed this, especially with everything that happened today.

     Pulling away to dry her tears, Mother asked, “Did you really miss me that much, Thea? I said I’d be back!”

     “...Yeah, I did,” Ven replied, hoping she didn’t hear the hesitation in her voice.

     “Well--” she wiped away another tear as she chuckled-- “I know I shouldn’t say this but it does warm my heart to see how much you love me.”

     Ven choked back a laugh. She hated lying to her mother but she couldn’t bear having her know the truth. She’d feel so guilty for leaving her there alone to be taken advantage of and that was the last thing Ven wanted. They just had to pool their money together, then they’d be gone from Belleurseul sooner rather than later. They wouldn’t have to put up with Renard ever again.

     Their happy reunion was briefly interrupted by Fria telling them Ven was free to stay the night and dinner would be served shortly. There was just the matter of letting the Master know about the new guest but Fria was able to ease their fears with assurances of him being fine with it. The Master, known as Ferreth, seemed like a decent enough person if he allowed her mother to stay here free of charge. Ven wanted to thank him for taking care of her before the day was over.

     Still, today was…a lot. The pain of losing her dear friend still lingered but having her mother there to comfort her made it easier to handle. They were planning to return home tomorrow so as to not be a burden on the people living here. They were the kind to not overstay their welcome. As much as she dreaded the possibility of facing Renard again, she’d be brave and prove she wasn’t scared of him. She would just need to act the hell out of it.

     Tonight, she would rest. Reality could wait.

[francarieq]

would u guys fw oc art😼😼

[failedgrailknight]

A comic about my mutant year zero character!! He recently got some very bad news so I had to get some emotions out of my system

(Lyrics from “my little town” by Simon and Garfunkel)

[offsidekineticist]

The Derenge clan made with this picrew.

In order we have Theoven (bleachling gnome), Giliys (halfling), Fria (fleshwarp), Costin Perivald (changeling), Qweck Varnaj (gnome), Mayhew (halfling duskwalker), Harper (halfling beastbrood tiefling), and Wirrel (strix).

[kathea]

Night Intruders in the Kitchen

I wrote this story in 2022. It's still one of my favourite things I have ever written. And it features my favourite character! :D (Haga :)))

Summary: Young noble daughter wants to take revenge on her father.

TW: mentions of domestic violence, mentions of poisoning

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When the night had fallen, Lord Deneran’s young daughter snuck out of her room. She tiptoed down the staircase, barefoot, careful not to make any noise. She managed to get all the way down to the castle kitchen without meeting a single soul. The large room was softly illuminated by the moonlight. She didn’t use a lantern to avoid drawing any attention.

She slowly walked through the kitchen, looking around. The tables were piled high with various ingredients and dishes in preparation for tomorrow’s big celebration. Her gaze landed on a large pot on a tall table. The edge of the pot was too high for her to peek into it, so instead she sniffed. It smelled like stew, a highly seasoned one. This was perfect.

She looked around and found a wooden stool that she put next to the table to help her reach into the pot.

She reached for a pouch that was fastened at her waist. She untied it and opened it. Inside was a pile of orange berries which she took out and crushed in her palms above the pot. She wiped her hands on a towel that was lying on the table. She picked up a large cooking spoon that was lying next to the pot and started stirring the–

“What are you doing?”

She screamed and jumped off the stool when she heard a curious voice coming from a dark corner of the kitchen. After she calmed down her breathing, she slowly peeked beyond a corner of the table. She was quite puzzled to find Uncle Haga sitting on the dirty kitchen floor with his back resting against a sack of flour, and a large bowl of dough lying on the ground next to him. He must have been sitting here this whole time, and she just hadn’t noticed him.

She frowned. “What are you doing here?”

He grinned playfully. “I asked first.”

“Hmph.” She slowly returned to her table. “I don’t need to ask what you’re doing. You’re stealing food again. Now I’m sure Pa would love to hear about it. Or rather… hate?” She peeked around the table to assess his reaction.

Haga laughed, his voice showing nothing but genuine amusement as always. “Haha! You’re threatening me?”

“I simply want to present you a deal. You didn’t see me, I didn’t see you.”

He folded his arms. “Now I’m even more curious about what you’re doing here.”

“Nothing anymore. I’m leaving.” She picked up the stool and went to put it back in the original place.

“Then what have you done?” He started to sound rather urgent. With a grunt, he pulled himself to his feet. “Hey! Come back, you squirt, you hear me!”

She walked back towards him. “You wanna know what I did? It doesn’t matter anymore, now that you have seen me, I have to cancel the plan.” She tried to make sure he doesn’t hear her voice trembling.

Haga put his hands on his hips. “Yes, I want to know. Tomorrow is an important banquet so I want to know what you are secretly doing in the kitchen in the middle of the night.”

Her chin began to tremble, but she raised it high and looked defiantly into his eyes.. “H-he hit my mother so I’ll ruin his banquet!” she yelled, throwing her arms around. A tear that she couldn’t stop ran down her cheek.

Uncle Haga’s expression softened, showing worry and surprise. He let his arms fall to his side and leaned down to her. He put a hand on her shoulder and looked her directly in her eyes. “Tell me, little one…” he said quietly. “What did you put in that stew?”

She sobbed and wiped her nose by her hand in a completely unladylike manner. “You know, I read this book in the library…”

“Yeah?” he prompted her to go on.

“I took the book with me for a stroll in the forest and I found this plant…”

He frowned slightly.

“It wasn’t going to kill anyone.”

Uncle Haga sighed and straightened up. “Well I can’t let you do that. Sorry. Even though I might be curious about the chaos that would ensue…” He apparently pondered about it for a moment. “Nah,” he said eventually. “You know, this wouldn’t just hurt Deneran. This would hurt everyone.”

She sobbed. “I knoooow…”

“And you still wanted to do that?” He frowned in disbelief. “Even I wouldn’t do that. Well, maybe when I was your age, I would.” He thought about it for a second. “Yeah, I would. But now I’m… I’m more mature, I guess. I don’t know what went wrong with me.”

She looked up at him with pleading eyes. “You won’t tell Dad, will you?”

He shook his head. “Nah. Don’t worry. You see, I understand what you’re trying to do here. But there’s a better way to go about it.”

He knelt down in front of her, looked into her eyes and whispered, “I’ll let you in on a secret.” He winked.

She sniffed. “What secret?”

“You know, I… I know a trick…”

She stared at him in anticipation.

“You know about the intense headaches your father seems to suffer from?”

She nodded. Her father tends to stay in bed for a few days when that happens.

Uncle Haga continued. “I may know a trick to… cause him to get a headache.”

She frowned. As much as she wanted to take revenge, this seemed… cruel. “What trick is that?” she still asked.

Haga shook his head. “I won’t tell you what it is. But I can use it…” He put a hand on her arm. “I’ll use it to protect you and your mom. If I have the chance.”

She sniffed and folded her arms on her chest. “Why should I believe you? You’re just pulling my leg. You won’t even tell me the trick.”

Haga shrugged. “You don’t have to believe me. Whatever. I’ll still do it.”

He got up with difficulty, using the edge of the table to help himself up.

“Now we gotta decide what to do about this~” He tapped the pot with his knuckles.

She looked down in shame and didn’t answer.

“Well, we need to get rid of it,” he said. “Will you help me carry it to a privy?”

She looked up. “But… won’t they notice it’s gone?”

Haga grinned. “I’ll say I ate it – he’ll believe it, really. I mean, I may have… actually done that before…”

She sniffed. “But he’ll– he’ll–!” She remembered seeing the dark bruise, imperfectly hidden by makeup, that appears around Uncle’s eye when he makes Father angry.

“Don’t worry, I can deal with him,” Haga smiled nonchalantly.

“No! You haven’t done anything!” She had known she would be hurting innocent people by what she was going to do, but now she didn’t like that anymore. Uncle was trying to help her, she didn’t want him to suffer for something she had done!

“Don’t worry, I told you I have a trick. But you mustn’t tell anyone that I told you this. Especially not Deneran.” For the first time tonight, he looked genuinely scared. “I… I’m not sure how he’d react…”

She shook her head. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul. I still think you are pulling my leg though.” Haga nodded towards the large pot. “Now… We need to clean the mess you’ve made.” He took a sad look into the pot. “Too bad. It tasted so good before.”

[aceironwood]

OCIN: Beacons of Hope Volume 2 - Chapter 7

Chapter 19: Volume 2, Chapter 7 is now available!

The Beacon dance is here, and Amber’s more than ready for a night of fun after everything else that’s happened this school year. Turn out for the dance is great and there’s plenty of opportunities for students to get some time alone with their crushes

[dionis-kaos]

People, con ustedes... Mis protagonistas!

[daniigh0ul]

this was supposed to be one long post because it had dual perspective but now it's split into two! we will see the other person's perspective on wednesday.

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Three photos of Sam and Gia kissing in Sam's bedroom. Is it a dream that holds weight of memory or is it pure fantasy?

Alarm beeping. Gia took off her bonnet while sleeping.

GIA (internal): What was that? CLARA (Gia's aunt): Look who joined the living! GIA: Ha-ha. I'm late! CLARA: You better eat! GIA: I will! FINN (her baby cousin): BYE, SISSY! GIA: BYE, FINN! CLARA (to Finn): She's not gonna eat anything good, is she, Finn? Finn babbling. GIA (internal): Just a moment to breathe. Loud pop music playing. Gia is in her car. text messages: JESS: you owe me five simoleons GIA: for WHAT JESS: Iggy ^_~ GIA: you didn't!!!!! At School: students chatting, opening lockers TATI: I can't believe you hooked up with Iggy. JESS: He's a good kisser, I swear! TATI: He will always be Mountain Dew Breath. GIA: To be fair, we were twelve. JESS: ugh gross GIA: Anyway! I want to get to class. JESS: You are such a nerd. Let's go. TATI: Oh! There's Omar! Bye guys. JESS: tell him he also owes me five In AP Chemistry Class: First warning bell rings. GIA: I am not giving you 5 for Iggy. BUT! I will give you 5 for breaking up with Malcolm. JESS: Have I ever told you you're my favorite friend? Sidney eavesdropping in the background. Final warning bell rings. Ms. Frias yapping about chemistry. SIDNEY: Hey, Gia. Are we doing team photos today? GIA: Hm? Yes! Coach approved it. SIDNEY: Cool. You look really pr—. FRIAS: Let's leave the flirting for after class, hm? GIA: Sorry. Won't happen again. Jess cackling.

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La Vida es Fria- JJ Maybank Masterlist

JJ Maybank x OC! Anya Narváez

Summary/Backstory: Anya Narváez is a kook. Both her parents weren't. Her father was born in Oaxaca, Mexico, and her mother was born in Carolina, Puerto Rico with successful jobs such as being a lawyer and fashion designer. Anya is a sweet and genuine person who cares about making her parents proud after all their hard work even though her parents aren't exactly happy about the fact that Anya is dating a trouble-making pogue. Unlike her closest best friend, Kiera who hates everything about being a kook. Anya enjoys being a kook and being able to live comfortably but not having the rich asshole personality. As well as being able to go out with her friends and boyfriend who she loves with her entire soul. Until Midsummers happened....

Anya Narváez

"JJ, I swear to God if you make one more 'your mom' joke I will slap you"

Kiera Carrera

"I swear to god if JJ doesn't stop being a pussy, I'll be your boyfriend"

JJ Maybank

" At least now I know how kook pussy tastes like. Money and Mommy issues"

Song inspo:

Alsoooo this fic is heavily inspired by @xveenusx fic called Guilty that y'all definitely need to check out cause it had me SOBBING

1.) Promise

-OC's

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A curiosidade de um humano por um deus desconhecido

Ok, isso estava nas minhas anotações e não sabia se postava ou não.

Essa é a deity AU de @ceruleancattail, escrevi isso baseados nos contos incríveis deles.

Acho que Leona pode ter ficado um pouco oc, há troca de POV.

Você é um estudante de História e recentemente sua turma começou a estudar sobre a história grega. Um de seus professores decidiu dar alguma aulas sobre a história de alguns deuses e pediu para você escolherem um deles e fizessem um seminário.

Em suas pesquisas você achou algo em uma wiki na internet sobre Falena, o Deus do Sol. Na cultura grega, ele era tão famoso quanto o deus Neige e o deus Cheka.

Mas o que você acho na wiki te chamou atenção, era um deus que você nunca havia ouvido falar. Deus Leona, o irmão mais novo do deus do Sol.

Você clicou para ver ser encontrava mais sobre ele e descobriu que Leona era conhecido como o Deus da Lua. Você achou interessante, isso significaria que Leona e Falena cuidavam de áreas opostas do mundo.

Porém, diferente do que você imaginou, Leona era considerado um deus ruim e que assombrava os humanos trazendo a noite.

Quer dizer, naquela época era normal pensar que a noite era algo ruim, já que era escura e fria (e como velas eram um artigo de luxo e não existia energia, deveria ser um pouco assutador).

Mas em algumas poucas wikis da internet haviam informações sobre como Falena amava seu irmãozinho e que o deus Cheka o idolatrava a cima de tudo.

Cheka poderia ser conhecido como o Deus da inocência e da infância, contudo você tinha certeza que Falena o afastaria se o Deus Leona você realmente uma má companhia.

Talvez, apenas talvez, a informação nunca esteve completa (um furo na história? ).

Depois de muitas e muitas pesquisas e seu interesse por esse deus misterioso aumentou, você decidiu que ele seria a matéria da sua pesquisa da faculdade.

Seus colegas disseram que pesquisariam sobre Deuses mais conhecidas e que você deveria fazer o mesmo, porém seu interesse pelo desconhecido sempre falou mais alto.

Com o passar do tempo e a data do trabalho se aproximando, você notou que estava cada vez mais complicado achar algo sobre esse deus e às vezes até falava na frente do computador, implorando por informações.

"Vamos Leona, apareça!" ou "Porque é tão complicado achar algo sobre você, Leona?"

Com o tempo, você encontrava um ou dois livros com alguma informação rasa e quando isso ocorria você dizia que era o seu dia de sorte. Cansado de sempre procurar na mesma redes e em todos os livros da biblioteca da faculdade, você decidiu abandonar esse método e procurar em outros lugares e que lugar seria melhor do que no próprio país da religião antiga.

Com um feriado prolongado chegando, você procurou por um templo de Leona, dessa maneira você poderia pesquisar mais afundo sobre ele.

Por mais que procurasse por qualquer existência de um templo, nada apareceu. Então você escolheu ir a uma cidade onde encontraria um templo de Falena e Cheka, com a esperança de achar um templo de Leona por perto.

Você comprou sua passagem, alugou um hotel e esperou calmamente para o grande dia.

Quanto mais seguidores um deus tem, mais poder ele tem para usar magia e fazer milagres.

Apenas o fato de um humano visitar seu templo ou um local construído para te homenagear, já é o suficiente para que ele consiga fazer curar doenças incuráveis.

Uma oração constante era ainda melhor, já que isso significaria a fé em um deus. Daria a capacidade de mover montanhas.

Porém caso você desejasse nunca encontrar esse deus ou que outro deus te protegesse dele, o deus começava a ter uma energia negativa, fazendo que se este Deus usasse magia, coisa ruins aconteceriam.

Leona pensou que na época em que ficou conhecido como deus da lua seria tão adorado como seu irmão. Porém vários humanos distorceram sua história para atraírem mais seguidores a Falena.

E aos poucos, todos que o seguiam foram condenados e ele não pode fazer nada a respeito, já que sua magia estava muito negativa para ajudá-los e isso só pioraria a situação.

Após a raiva de ter aqueles que confiavam nele indo embora e ter seus sentimentos despedaçados. Ele desistiu de ter um seguidor novamente.

Séculos se passaram e vários deuses perderam seus seguidores para o tempo e inúmeros foram reerguidos.

Por mais que vários deuses fossem esquecidos, sempre havia alguém que citava-os para dizer algo e isso era o suficiente para que seu legado continuasse existindo.

Leona teve quase nenhum momento onde seu legado fosse lembrado e desses poucos momentos, a maioria o descrevia como um deus ruim e amargo.

Ele desistiu de ver o que acontecia no mundo dos humanos, só deitando e relaxando pela eternidade.

Às vezes ele sentia seu peito apertar em algo ruim ou um sentimento curto de bondade e ele sabia que era apenas mais um dos poucos momentos em que alguém se lembrou dele.

Leona ignorava, nunca querendo ver sobre o que falavam nas suas costas.

Em um dia em que Leona jogava xadrez sozinho, aquele sentimento angustiante apareceu novamente e isso o fez ficar irritado.

"Tch, humanos deveriam aprender a pensar um pouco com suas cabeças ao invés de acreditarem em tudo que veem."

E como se este humano fosse capaz de ouvi-lo o sentimento melhorou aos poucos, trazendo uma pequena alegria.

Isso fez Leona parar por um momento, segurando um peão em sua mão e pensando profundamente.

Um fantasma de um sorriso apareceu quando entendeu, mas ele não acha que valha a pena conferir, seu jogo é mais interessante que um pensamento de curta duração.

Porém o sentimento durou mais algumas horas antes que fosse embora.

No dia seguinte, Leona jantou com Falena, Cheka e sua cunhada a pedido de Falena.

"Então Leona, o que tem feito de bom?"

Sua cunhada perguntou tentado puxar assunto.

Brincando com as verduras em seu prato, o Deus da Lua encarou sua cunhada.

"Nada demais, apenas o mesmo de sempre"

"Ah mãe, ontem havia uma alma pesquisando sobre Unca!"

Cheka disse animado, o deus da inocência e da infância sempre ficava feliz quando um humano era legal com seu tio.

Leona olhou para seu sobrinho, talvez a alma de ontem encontrou sobre ele enquanto pesquisava sobre Cheka ou seu irmão.

"Oh isso é legal! Não é todo dia que temos uma boa notícia como esta, porque não comemoramos?"

Seu irmão disse animado, mas Leona sabe na realidade eles só querem que ele saia um pouco e interaja com outros deuses.

"Não, eu passo. Seria ridículo festejar toda vez que alguém se lembra da existência de um deus".

“Ah vamos Leona, já faz um tempo que você não nos acompanha em uma festa”

Falena insistiu, porém Leona duvida muito que os outros deuses viriam de qualquer maneira, ele não quer ouvir a risada de Ruggie com a notícia de uma festa por causa de uma citação humana.

O jantar terminou e antes que Leona pudesse chegar a seu local de descanso, os sentimentos anteriores voltaram.

Agora havia mais pessoas falando sobre ele, uns curiosos e outros mais desinteressados.

O deus com características de leão parou sua caminhada, os pensamentos conflitantes de ir olhar sobre esses humanos ou não lutavam entre si.

Aparentemente, alguns desses humanos não pareciam muito amigáveis com ele.

Seria questão de tempo até que isso sumisse e ele caísse no esquecimento novamente.

Porém, ao contrário do pensamentos de Leona, dia após dia, um humano voltava para querer saber mais sobre ele.

Ele supôs que nos dias que haviam mais pessoas pensando nele, era porque o humano que pensava com frequência comentava suas descobertas com seus amigos.

Não que ele fosse admitir, mas estava começando a ficar com medo que o sentimento calmante em seu peito parasse, que essa alma mortal curiosa parasse de se interessar tanto nele.

O que o fez finalmente olhar esse humano e desistir do medo do esquecimento foi uma oração.

"Vamos Leona, apareça"

Não era uma oração, mas se classificaria como uma.

Leona estava cochilando no momento em que você fez essa oração inconsciente, os olhos do leão se abriram com a onda de poder que correu por seu corpo.

Se sentando de onde estava deitado Leona olhou para suas mãos e deu uma risada sincera.

"Até onde os humanos vão por sua curiosidade?"

Abrindo uma espécie de bolha mágica, ele te viu pela primeira vez.

Você estava sentada em um cadeira olhando para uma caixa fina iluminada, com alguma atenção o deus notou que aquilo era uma espécie de pesquisa.

Ele se lembra de Cheka ter mencionado há muito tempo sobre caixas finas que funcionam muito parecida com a bolha mágica de deuses, mas menos poderosas.

Ele viu você colocar a cabeça na mesa.

"Por que não encontro nada, nem uma única informação a mais".

Quando você voltou seu olhar para caixa esquisita, ele viu as informações sobre ele sumirem e irem para Falena.

Seus lábios franziram em desgosto com essa ação. Você em retaliação suspirou e voltar a pensar nele.

'Porque é tão complicado achar algo sobre Leona? As poucas citações sobre ele oscilam em falar que ele era bom e mal.'

"Talvez se eu…."

O humano a sua frente começou a pesquisar sobre templos dele, Leona duvida muito que ele encontre algum que ainda esteja de pé.

Todos os seus templos (que não eram muitos) foram destruídos a muito tempo.

Os dias continuaram e seus pedidos improvisados de saber mais sobre ele aumentavam seu poder aos poucos. Você não fazia de propósito, apenas falava sozinho, às vezes e resultava em uma espécie de oração, mas isso aumentava seu ego mesmo assim.

Ele assistia seu dia a dia e via como você pesquisava sobre inúmeros deuses, mas não seguia nenhum.

Aparentemente você estudava em um lugar que ensinava sobre vários deuses, religiões e a história do mundo. Interessante para dizer o mínimo, ver tantos humanos dispostos a aprender sobre diversos deuses e ter a mente aberta para entender o passado e o presente.

Leona gostava de te ajudar às vezes, tudo que ele fazia você consideraria um golpe de sorte. Para seus colegas você definitivamente tinha um anjo protetor.

Leona sempre ria quando alguém dizia isso, você literalmente tinha um deus que fazia várias coisas para você. Mas em troca, ele sempre esperava por sua busca por ele.

É justo, não é? Herbívoro!

Ele te ajuda no seu cotidiano e em troca você pede para saber mais sobre ele e alimenta seu poder.

No caso de você focasse em outra coisa ou tivesse outro estudo que quisesse fazer por diversão, Leona te daria um tempo.

Porém se você ousasse demorar demais para voltar a pesquisar sobre ele, certos incidentes te atrapalhariam e te guiariam ao livro com alguma coisa sobre ele mais próximo.

Nada muito ruim, apenas o vento soprando toda sua pesquisa para longe, ou uma chuva forte que faria você voltar a biblioteca para não se molhar.

Quando Leona notou que você procuraria um templo dele perto de um de Falena ou de Cheka no dia em que estive livre. Ele usou sua magia para mudar as pesquisas da sua caixa esquisita luminosa que você chamava de PC e mostrou um templo de Farena e Cheka que havia um dos seus templos caidos por perto.

E talvez algumas outras informações que fariam você ir até ele.

Ver você animado pela viagem e torcendo para que encontrasse algo sobre Leona só alimentou sua arrogância.

Às vezes ele gostava de pensar em você como um seguidor e como todos reagiriam ao ver que alguém voltou a acreditar nele.

"Leona, é bom ter algo sobre você neste lugar ou vou estrangula-lo!"

Um sorriso apareceu no rosto do leão, era divertido ver um humano fraco e indefeso como você irritado quando não encontrava nada novo sobre ele.

"Fique tranquilo Herbívoro, você encontrará muito mais que apenas uma informação!"

Desculpe se houver algum erro de gramática, revisei inúmeras vezes e parece que cada vez que faço isso, acho um erro novo.

Obrigada por ler até aqui, fique a vontade para dizer algo [adoro conversar (◇w◇) ].

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HAPPY LAST DAY OF PRIDE!!!!

I drew my 3 oc's, Felix, Fern and Fria Hale.

Fern is an ally supporting his siblings

Fria is slaying and Felix is going with the label he's most comfortable with

Fria is trans fem and bisexual using she/they pronouns

Also she's 16 while her brothers are adults so please do not try to make any sexual or gross comments about her (especially if you're being transphobic)

Happy Pride! I am so happy I got to finish up school stuff and get a haircut that gives me happiness with my nonbinary identity :)

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About Those Fake Winters... [Deaged Oz AU]

Written for day 8 of the @remnants-of-rwby-events Vytal Festival. There may or may not be another submission later, we'll see...

This DOES serve as an introduction to a new OC, though. :D

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“There’s really been people claiming to be me?” Tip asked, sounding confused. “But… why?” He really couldn’t see any reason why anyone would want to do that, surely it would just be cruel? Besides, who’d go out of their way to be a missing child?

“Oh Winnie… money, of course. We’re not exactly poor…” Willow sounded slightly patronising, though her eyes were fond. Her little brother still seemed uncomfortable spending money, though they’d managed to argue that he needed fitting clothing f he wanted to be unobstructed when fighting. He’d been resistant to multiple sets, but they’d won there, too, eventually. So he had two sets of combat gear now. Both used identical patterns, only the colouring was different. Sapphire and silver for when he needed to look like a Schnee and his favoured emerald and gold for when he didn’t. They hadn’t told him that the shop in question had his measurements on file, nor about all the extra clothing they’d had commissioned. He’d find out eventually, but that he was so very against spending money at all didn’t really paint Vale in a very good light. But then, a lot of things didn’t.

Tip sighed, but he had to acknowledge the point. Everybody knew just how rich the Schnee’s were, it wasn’t beyond the realm of imagination that there could be money there for the claiming. The fact that there had been, not to mention exactly how much… he repressed the shiver. The money didn’t feel real yet, though he knew he could probably do a lot of good with it. He’d have to look into that, when things calmed down. That is, if they ever really did.

“What happened?” He asked, genuinely curious. He did hope that those pretending hadn’t suffered too much for it, there were likely very good reasons for them doing it. At least, he hoped there were. Pretending to be a missing child solely for monetary gain left a bad taste in his mouth, and would have done even if they hadn’t been pretending to be him.

Willow smirked, though her eyes were still rather sad. “Let me tell you the story of the fake Winters. There are reasons we never advertised your precise health issues… father was worried there might be imposters and, as always, he was right.” She sighed, thankful they were all sitting down, this was likely to take awhile.

“The first time someone claimed to be Winter Schnee you would have been, oh, fourteen or so? It took all of four years for someone to come forward, for the first try. Father was so hopeful, but… it was very obvious that they weren’t you.” There was laughter colouring her tone now and Tip raised one dark eyebrow, surprised. What had been so funny about someone trying to commit fraud? Ah well, he’d likely find out soon enough.

“As said, you would have been fourteen. The man who said he was you, well… wasn’t. Mid-twenties, maybe? Fully grown, with facial hair he hadn’t even bothered to dye… I give him props for the sheer audacity, but… you know he kept claiming to be you, even when it was so very obvious that he wasn’t? He claimed it was a semblance accident, seemed almost cruel to arrest him. I’m… not entirely sure what happened to him, actually. He was carted off and we just never heard from him again.”

Tip winced. While the story was very funny, he really did hope the man had gotten the help he obviously needed. He also hoped he hadn’t actually been locked up. Thankfully Fria had still been in charge, back then. She was usually a lot less controlling than James was, though he feared she might have made an exception for her nephew. That had been a shock, finding her name on the family tree. She’d gone out of her way to avoid admitting being a Schnee, but, well, there might have been reasons for that. He shook his head, the first imposter seemed pretty much harmless, though he doubted they’d stay that way.

“The second was… slightly more sinister. They’d used a semblance to appear to be you, were very much solely after the money. They seemed to assume that father’s colouring had been passed down to you, too, though. They’d done some research, but obviously not quite enough. White hair, blue eyes… they were so upset when they were arrested, though at least they admitted that they weren’t you easily enough. They wanted a reward for pointing out the supposed holes in our security.” She sighed again, still looking amused. “I was old enough to be directly involved, by then.”

“Did you? Give them money, I mean?” Tip asked, looking intrigued. He probably would have done in their place, since watching for semblances was really rather important.

“Once they got out of prison, they may or may not have been offered a job in security.” Willow said slowly. The look of appreciation on her brother’s face was slightly annoying, though they’d actually been a really good fit. Still were. They’d been down on their luck when they’d claimed to be Winter, had actually really needed the money, and had worked to achieve that. She actually called them a friend, now, or as much as she’d ever been allowed to call any employee such. Maybe she’d try to get closer to them, now Jacques was no longer an issue?

“Huh. I think I know who you mean…” Winter broke in, speaking for the first time since this had started. To her credit, she hadn’t known about either of these attempts, but… “Amaranth?” She asked, eyebrow raised in unconscious mimicry of Tip’s own a few minutes before. They really did look very alike, sometimes.

“Yes. I don’t think he really likes thinking about that episode very much. As said, he was desperate, but at least he actually had a good reason. The next claimant really didn’t. Oh, they wanted money, yes, but they weren’t in need of it. They were part of a criminal syndicate and… well, General Ironwood was rather less than impressed. It didn’t end well for them.”

“He was a general by then? Tip asked, knowing that had only happened in the last decade. How long had this been going on?

“Well, no. But he was on the rise in the military, and given his personal connections to the case, he got the go ahead to deal with things. At least, I assume that’s how it happened? Either way, he arrested the individual involved with a certain amount of prejudice. He’d written letters, you see… threats against out family.” Willow looked very serious now, meeting Tip’s suddenly horrified eyes. “That was the worst attempt. We got threats for, well, months after he was arrested. Then they stopped. The man was made an example of, nobody tried again until recently…”

“What happened to them?” Tip breathed, though he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know. He already knew more than enough about how James treated criminals, had never agreed with it. But surely before he was what he was now, he wouldn’t have had the power to do anything too bad?

“Nothing good. I’m not sure you really need to know the details and I’m almost certain they might have been exaggerated. Willow looked briefly apologetic as her brain caught up with what she’d just said, but it was so hard to think of her brother as an adult when he was this small, this young physically. When he still looked like Winter, instead of Ozpin. But it wasn’t something she could take back even as she hated herself for the flash of pain in her brother’s eyes.

“That’s alright… if I really want to know, I can just ask James, he’d probably know the details far more than you do anyway. I just… I don’t like the thought that whatever happened was so bad that it acted as that much of a deterrent. Don’t get me wrong, the idea that you had multiple people pretending to be me is ludicrous, but…” He trailed off, biting his lip in an action that was identical to the motion Winter had done when he was younger. Times like this, it was hard to believe that he really didn’t remember anything.

“Well. That one wasn’t particularly funny, but the next one really was. You were a teacher; did you ever have a problem with your students taking some very strange bets?”

Tip grinned, his entire face lighting up. This was more how he’d assumed this conversation was going to go. “Teenagers do tend to do some rather strange things, their brains aren’t fully developed and neither is their common sense.” He sent a playful look over to Weiss and Whitley, who rolled their eyes in unison. Both of them had heard this before, though it was still annoying heard from the mouth of what was for all intents and purposes an eleven-year-old. Neither one of them really bought Tip’s assurances that nothing had changed, though Weiss remembered certain things from Beacon and wondered, at times. Had Ozpin been like this too, just better at hiding it?

“Yes, well. The fourth attempt was the result of a bet. Not one in good taste, mind, and the students ended up in quite a bit of trouble over it, but… one of the students dyed their hair white, found contact lenses from somewhere and waltzed into the SDC lobby, claiming to be you. They were even limping, albeit on the wrong leg. Actually, they all were…”

The sparkle in Tip’s eyes dulled a bit at that. Why anyone would want to limp was beyond him, though he supposed it added validity to the attempt. He would have been furious with any of his students that had gone that far, though. There were limits to decency, though he might still have treated them better that James likely did. He wondered if they’d actually become a Huntsman at all… even if they’d been expelled, there were always other options. Contact lenses though, they were expensive. That they’d had access to them, well… that argues that whichever family they were from had been rather rich and to Atlas, sometimes, that mattered. Even James had to play politics.

“They copied the limp?” Weiss asked, sounding as disgusted as Tip felt. Obviously, that was a step too far for her, too. Winter and Whitley were scowling, so they obviously didn’t like that particular piece of information, either.

“They did. Not very well, nor for very long, but they did. I’m not certain why they thought we’d believe a twenty-year-old was somehow you, four years ago, but… well. Considering you are currently a child, maybe they knew something that we didn’t?” That was… actually a good point. There were prescient semblances and they tended to be incredibly useful for hunters, though if they could see the future, surely, they’d know the prank was a bad idea? Then again, they were still a student and even in Atlas’ more military environment that gave them at least some leeway. Oh, he hoped that it had. Pretending to be someone else was a criminal offence and he had the horrible feeling that things would only go worse for an Atlas cadet caught doing that.

“We found out it had been a prank rather quickly, considering. Nobody was massively impressed, but then they were just students.”

“They? There was more than one person involved at the time?” Tip had been almost certain that there would have been, though. It was rare for a student in heir later years of education to do things without at least nominal support from their team mates. But if a whole team had been involved, then that would have made it a lot easier just to expel them. He couldn’t help but wince at the thought, but again, it was unlikely that Willow would know what had happened to them. Winter might, but from her wince he really wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“That was rather a legend, amongst the military. It was definitely held up as an example of what not to do, though I wasn’t aware that it was specifically Uncle Winter that they had decided to impersonate. It might explain some of the anger, though.” Winter said, voice steady even as her eyes flashed. She was very unimpressed, that much was obvious, but at least if the story had spread then it would be very unlikely to be repeated any time soon. The students hadn’t even been expelled, though they’d all gained a black mark on their records. Some of that was to do with the families involved, but she suspected that her uncle might appreciate knowing that. Later, though. She was aware that there was still one imposter to go. She’d been directly involved in the last one, too.

“Hopefully they won’t do it again?” Tip said, though it was rather interesting to know that the incident had gotten that much traction. From his time at Beacon, he knew it was generally bad form to repeat a prank, for all he wasn’t certain he could really see the humour in that one. He might be too close to the problem, though.

“And then there was the last one. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it, though I can see the logic of you not being told. I’m relatively sure General Ironwood only wanted to protect you, but… the last one was three weeks ago.” Willow sounded furious now, all traces of laughter gone from her voice. Tip flinched; it had really happened that recently? Had the rumours of his survival really pushed someone to go that far? And had they really wanted to convince people they were him, or merely to discredit Tip himself? He knew what Atlas seemed to think of his family now, knew most of it was far from positive. What could they have tried, had they been desperate enough? And more importantly, why hadn’t James told him of the attempt? Surely his friend must have known that he’d want to be told? Or was this, again, more proof that James actually did view him as a child? If that was true, maybe he really did need to get out of Atlas sooner rather than later.

He’d be taking his family with him, though. Whatever had happened three weeks ago, he rather thought James deserved some consequences of his own. His semblance was so useful in pranks and if he really viewed him as a child? Well, let him rue that decision at his leisure. If he wanted to treat Tip as a little boy, then that meant he might be free to act like one for a few days. Not that that would work long term, but he fancied a few days would already be more than enough…

The vengeful look in his eyes had been noticed. Willow looked rather worried, though Weiss looked strangely gleeful, she obviously could tell just what Tip was thinking at. Winter was studiously staring at the floor, which was nice. He suspected she wasn’t going to say anything if and when he took his revenge, though he also knew she wasn’t going to help. She still respected James far too much for that, even if it seemed to have dimmed slightly recently. Maybe that was a good thing, too.

“The last attempt was an adult, he showed up at one of the border stations, claiming to be you. He wasn’t let through, obviously, though various people were informed. When we got there, he was throwing the mother of all temper tantrums. You’d have thought he was about five, though he calmed down rather, on noticing that I was a Schnee.” Winter was the one to tell this part, though since she’d obviously been there, that made sense. Willow still looked furious.

“He was… rather inappropriate. Kept calling himself uncle Winter, even tried to touch me. Not that Clover let him. I think he’s still locked up somewhere, if you wanted to know, though I doubt you’d be told just where. I think the General was worried that the fact that the man had overstepped his boundaries so might have meant you might have been tempted to do something you regretted. We’re still not fully sure just how many people he was working with, if any… and them knowing that you’re this young and vulnerable, well, it wouldn’t exactly end well.”

Tip scowled again, but Winter had a very good point. Okay, maybe he’d only prank James the once, though he still wished he’d been told,

At least most of the impostors had been funny?

What the hell was wrong with Atlas, anyway?

[francarieq]

FRIA FRIA FRIA !!! happy early birthday by literally a day because i'm afraid i'll forget to wish it! thank you for inspiring me, you're one of my favorite artists and i enjoy seeing your posts so much (: it's surreal we're mutual at all considering i used to see your dhmis art before i rejoined the fandom and thought it was so SICK. now i'm here to support any projects for ocs/any fandom you make because i generally find you so fun !!! so inspiring and really kind!! I HOPEYOU HAVE A GREAT DAYYY just know i'm here if you ever wanna talk ! - Doll 💌  (SORRY FOR THE LONG MESSAGE!!!)

AWHH DOLL TYSMM!!!! UR RLLY NICE 2 ME N UR LORE IS AMAZING?!?!!

IT ALWAYS SURPRISES ME WHEN U SAY YOU’VE SEEN MY ART AROUND HERE BEFORE BC UR HONESTLY A PERTTY COOL PERSON!??? THANK U SOOO MUCH FOR THE ADVANCED GREETING AUBW 💥😍😋 IT MEANS SOO MUCH TO ME🥹🥹 UR SUPER NICE AYWHWBW🤙🤙

also, noted!! i’ll send in little messages 2 u too soon!!

[micechicken]

So random but I wanna talk about it I guess

My most violent OCs:

Mara: she's a hitman for hire. Sometimes she feels if there's something "beyond going back" it's best to just kill someone. Bad at judging character of others and relies on others telling her.

Vi: absolutely aggressive and abusive towards Alestair in pretty much every way. Also uses violence and threatening to get what she wants. Cares little if others get hurt and even finds pleasure in their pain (especially if they react in a way she wants).

Charlie/Chez: thinks violence is the answer to his problems 90% of the time, only really Fria and Barle can make him reconsider. Lives by the belief that you can't become a victim if threats are dead. Often jumps the gun on others if they give off a bad vibe or he misunderstands a situation.

Huxley: his entire goal is to kill off all Faie. Often doesn't like to get his hands dirty directly but will if he chooses to. Isn't often violent to non Faie unless they come at him first or he gets frustrated.

Fritz's dad and Charlie/Barle's mom: don't worry they're dead.

Seven: often resorts to fighting and killing to deal with troubles over threatening or talking (at least if they attack first). Wants to be viewed as a force to be reckoned with. Extremely defensive of those she cares about.

Stephanie: cruel to her daughter (Calandra) and views her as annoying and worthless. Often pretty mild in her violence to her but can get more cruel when angry.

The Preacher (ATR): cruel to any Maltern, Nym in particular. He just wants the blood of the Malterns. Cares little for the well-being of others and will put them at risk of injury or illness to make a profit.

Sakura (possessed): while it's not technically her, she has violent tendencies when spirits influence her or possess her.

Miya: pretty much like a Yandere, she's obsessed with Rufus and will kill for him but not hurt him.

Alora (nightmare route): if she chooses to side with the nightmare creatures she embraces the violence.

Ernst: commanded the genocide of all but one Leptera. Was also responsible for torturing Alder.

Caesar: has violent tendencies and is cruel to Sauce in secret. An evil scientist type that views others as experiments.

Denzell: as the King of Demons he rules with fear. Often nonchalantly kills others for their magic. Is particularly abusive towards Seth when contracting him.

"Topaz": controls others with his access to magic and starts a very long war across the planet.

Taiga: especially so when in training and her early years as a soldier. In order to deflect her desire to study history she became more aggressive in hopes it would end the war sooner. Realized that she wasn't doing that much for the world over time.

[athclar]

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

⠀⠀✗⠀⠀Ele tem sim, elas são inspiradas nas do personagem do Dohyun no filme Exhuma. No caso das tatuagens do Mark, são múltiplas quotes sobre morte tiradas de vários livros diferentes, como por exemplo:

"For in that sleep of death what dreams may come." — Shakespeare

"Death comes to all. But great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold." —  George Fabricius

"Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality." — Jean Paul Richter

E é claro, a clássica: "Ao verme que primeiro roeu as frias carnes do meu cadáver dedico como saudosa lembrança estas memórias póstumas." — Machado de Assis

Todas elas estão em coreano, btw! Tem muito mais frases, mas esses são os exemplos que eu tenho no momento.

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February 2023 Recap

Mission success: I wrote something every day!  Some of it was short, some of it was elaborate.  Main link to the AO3 collection will be in the reblog later today.

1.  Hello  -- Theron Shan notices something strange going on at base (with hideous fanart!)

2.  Soft -- Theron snuggles with Eva Corolastor (smuggler oc) early in the morning, before he has to go...

3.  Anniversary -- Jace Malcom, a stickler for etiquette, arrives with an appropriate first anniversary present for Eva (and Theron). 

4. Starlight -- After finding Nok Drayen’s treasure, Eva takes Corso Riggs, Risha Drayen, and Bowdaar somewhere special to celebrate.

5. Amber -- Arcann seeks redemption in the form of Darth Marr’s lightsaber, with the help of Talos Drellik.  I’ve already decided I’m going to re-edit this for a larger work in the indeterminate future.  Cameo by Ramesses (Sith Warrior OC)

6.  Stretch -- Jace watches Satele Shan walk through her lightsaber katas as he drafts a critical sales pitch.

7. Cloak -- Jace deals with the crisis of the day, thanks to his brother, Kal Malcom.  I’m mentioned Kal in the past, but this is his first appearance as a character.  Let’s just say he’s different from his big brother.

8.  Callous -- Eva and Theron spend time together at the firing range.

9.  Breezy -- Rass Ordo talks with Torian Cadera and thinks about Mandalorians in love.  Then he meets Fria Whitcord (consular OC). 

10.  Thunder -- Athene Corolastor tends to Eva during her first thunderstorm.  Athene has been illusive as a narrative voice until now.  Instead of the ethereal, light figure she looks like, she’s definitely coming out with a harder edge than I anticipated.

11.  Immaculate -- Arcann goes to see his mother Senya Tirall for an important appointment.

12.  Shell -- Eva goes on her first mission with Theron after the carbonite freeze.  This is a heist fic, with background bickering from Lana Beniko and Koth Vortena.

13.  Pride -- As he holds their son Argento (Argo for short), Theron talks to Eva about the pitfalls of parental pride.  This does have some sad feels in there, but everyone is safe and happy here.

14.  Free Space:  Heartbeat -- Theron goes on his first mission since Ziost, guided through the guts of Zakuul by Marcus Trant.  He takes a detour to visit someone.  This is the long one of the bunch, at 1800+ words.

15.  Reward -- Things weren’t always bad with Darmas Pollaran.  A brief look at the beginning of the relationship between Eva and Darmas, right after Balmorra in Chapter 2.

16.  Glow -- A fluffy, slightly risque fic on Copero with Eva and Theron: they have plans.

17.  Blessed -- Corso gets to know Guss Tuno shortly after Hoth. 

18.  Glide -- Theron races in his first swoop competition in front of Jace, a fellow former swooper. 

19.  Loop -- Eva, Corso, and Hylo the cat arrive on Coruscant for the first time.

20.   Sink -- The state of a sink and the surrounding environs can reveal a lot about a person.  This seems to have been a favorite with readers. :)

21.   Tender -- For once, Lana gets hurt, and her friends are there for her. 

22.  Remember -- Eva experiences her first “Eternal Fleet Remembrance Day” with Theron.

23.  Crave -- Aric Jorgan catches Theron at the cantina at 0300, due to unforeseen happy circumstances.  This one has some CWs at the top.  

24.  Bubbly -- Day 2 of the ‘official’ Jace Malcom/Satele Shan relationship on Alderaan.

25.  Murmur -- Theron is greeted by Eva and their daughter, Dyominia, after an unexpected mission gone wrong.

26.  Joy -- Joy is a noisy house, according to Jace Malcom.  Cameo appearances by Kal, Theron, Eva, Argo, and Dyo.

27.  Blaze -- They who shoot together, stay together.  Or at least that’s Akaavi’s advice to Eva and Theron.

28.  Goodbye -- the silly-ass bordering-on-crackfic sequel to #5, starring Arcann, Koth, and Talos. 

@fluffyfebruary