#sheizara

[fio-renze]

August 15 - Day 5 Mistake / Wild

Fiorenze landed hard enough on her back that it knocked the wind out of her and popped a couple vertebrae. She heard the rush of magic from Yserina’s shifting more than she saw it with her own eyes — it was easier to stare at the spiraling branches of Amirdrassil above and let the world stop spinning a bit first.

“Your form is off today. What could you have done better there?” The kaldorei’s tone was a little harsh, and in an instant the much taller woman was looming over her, blotting out the moonlight. 

Fiorenze wheezed out a pained, “Bear.”   

A clawed finger crooked slowly upwards, growing roots and leaves rapidly enough to push the sin’dorei trainee back to her feet before they wilted away and turned to mulch equally as fast. As effective as it was, it always made Fiorenze’s skin crawl a little to feel the plants grow and creak beneath her. Yserina’s ancient features gleamed in the White Lady’s light as she gave a short, affirming chuckle, “Yes, you could have become a bear. Or summoned a typhoon to knock me back. Called down a sunbeam, even, to sear me out of my casting—” 

“Yes, I know, I need to think faster on my feet,” it was hard not to be sharp with how her head throbbed, causing her long ears to slant back. 

Her teacher hummed a slightly displeased note, “No need to be short with me, girl. That’s enough for today. Come, make me some tea, we’ll talk.” 

There was an undeniable comfort in the hollowed out tree that Yserina had made her home. A small fire bloomed in the hearth, heating up the well worn teapot that had become a fast friend. Yserina had pulled out an ornate, slender pipe with some immediacy and packed a mix of peacebloom and dreamfoil down into the bowl, “Have you made progress on your staff, yet?” 

Fiorenze slumped down into a chair that had become overgrown with moss since the last time she’d visited, “Yes, some. There’s a tree I grew up with that I think will grant me permission, it’s on the edge of the necrotic scar that cuts through Quel’thalas. Some of it has corrupted, but the heartwood still seems hale.” 

“A guardian tree!” Yserina’s eyes lit up with approval as she waved a hand over her pipe to help the embers inside catch a little faster, “Wonderful choice. You will be stronger for it. That’s not enough to distract you so terribly, though, hm?” 

She dropped her head to rest against the top of the chair’s back, staring up to count the rings that wound from the center of the ceiling out toward the tree’s outer walls, “No, it’s not.” Fiorenze laced her fingers together to prevent herself from fidgeting too much; Yserina wasn’t one who liked to guess and it was best to simply be out with it. She chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment before finishing her thought, “My late husband’s sister, the one who requested the estate back from me and the titles that went with it — Lady Tel’vaiel, now. My old name — wants me to run it for her so she can … effectively be Lady in name only. It’s too much, apparently. The tenants miss my governance and the Town Council is wildly in favor. She’s too flighty to work with, apparently. None of the other nobles really want to deal with her because acknowledging her right means they’d have to acknowledge their own bastards…” 

“Ah, she looked the gift nightsaber in the mouth, did she?” Yserina’s quiet, amused laugh rumbled like slow thunder, “How tempting to be offered something you’ve excelled at your entire life. Born and raised for.” 

“I don’t want it,” her own voice carried a vehemence that surprised her, “that’s what’s bothering me. I should, shouldn’t I? It was my home for nearly 70 years. This last year without it has been so… free. The time has been mine, and mine alone. Giving that up is impossible.”

Yserina clucked her tongue, “You tasted what it’s like outside of captivity. No more gilded cages for you, my dear. What will you do about it, then?” 

The answer had always been there, the same one she had been taught to direct toward the service of her long family line. Now it was hers to do with as she saw fit.  “Take what I want.”

@daily-writing-challenge

[sheizara]

Mercenary Group Prompt #2

Nock. Draw. Aim. Loose.

There was a rhythm to it, there always was. This was more violent than target practice, but the situation was kinda dire and all hands that could help were good help. Sheizara nodded at Garren and they started the grim process again.

Nock. Draw. Aim. Loose.

There were other marksman on distant roofs and balconies matching them shot for shot. They had to keep a lane open for folks to get to the Hotel. Support in numbers, and support in the shared burden of what accomplishing that task meant. She drew another arrow from her quiver, the neon blue hawkstrider fletching was almost too cheerful for the situation. Arcane magic outline the arrowhead on her exhale and she leaned forward to look over the edge of the roof as it landed in the middle of a group of Darkfuse Cartel members, binding them in place for precious seconds to give those fighting back and those fleeing more ground.

Predictability swiftly ended as a dervish of cartel drones suddenly whirled into the air above and around them, unleashed by Nikki the Fixer. "Oh, fuck that," she breathed out in a nervous laugh at the exact time Garren echoed her with his own, emphatic "What the fuck."

"WE NEED TO PROTECT THE HOTEL," Commander Dal'shula's shout carried up from the ground level as she looked at her friend, and he looked back at her as they realized they were in no small amount of danger at the same time.

And then the drones started dropping goop. Goop that turned into monsters. A few of the contraptions careened into their space on top of the Hotel and shot their payloads off before they could get arrows shot to divert them. Animated black blood landed with a sticky slap on the flat part of the roof and immediately began to constitute into horrifyingly large, ambulatory oozes. Garren's comm crackled to life and Xylaes' voice came over the speakers, "Incoming! Take cover, will be there as soon as I can."

This was a small arena, and neither one of them were up-close-and-personal fighters. One of the other snipers from an allied crew launched at one of the goo-creatures with a knife and was immediately engulfed to the elbow. She couldn't blame Garren for darting to hide behind some of the discarded supply crates they'd set up in case they needed them. He had self preservation.

She didn't. All fight, no flight. That was a problem, sometimes.

The other mercenary that had touched the goop reeled back, arm pulling out of the viscous critter with a resounding slurp, his eyes darting around wide in terror. They'd all heard the stories about the black blood at this point, and this guy had foolishly tried to stab what was, effectively, a wobbly clot.

She had to do something before they realized the hatch down into the upper floors of the hotel was open.

Shei nocked another arrow and shot in between both oozes, her magic holding them in place temporarily. She grabbed the other merc by his shirt and shoved him back through the hatch, down the ladder to the floor below. He was better off down there, right? Right. She pretended she hadn't heard something break when he landed.

Two seconds. She could feel the arcane binding starting to wane as she grabbed her own comm off her belt and shouted into it on Kaisina's private line, "Hey! Roof-top! I need as many bags of flour as you can get me up here asap! Don't ask questions just do it!"

Her spell fizzled and the oozes advanced, attention on her. She threw her comm aside and held her bow like she'd seen some of the goblin basebomb players hold their bats. Her first swing made contact and severed one of the oozes in two. Three oozes advanced. She scuttled to the side and swung again, making four as she tried to avoid being touched. Another bash and there were eight. Eight became about 50 faster than she could keep track of.

Setting the roof on fire was a terrible idea, wasn't it?

She screeched with fury and smashed her bow down again as all the little oozes started to swarm toward her feet. It was a damn good thing she was a fast runner and had elvish grace to help her navigate kiting the little squirmy bastards around in a circle.

The first bag of flour landed on the roof from the open hatch door with a thud, then another, and another. Kaisina peeked over the bags and gasped at the sight right as Shei shot off another binding arrow to freeze the little menaces in place. Garren poked his head around the crate, brow furrowed in confusion as Shei darted over to grab one of the bags.

She sliced into it with her boot knife and dumped it on the black blood oozelings, nervously word vomiting the entire time, "Listen, it's just oily slime right? And if you put flour on oil it sops it up and makes it stop spreading, we used it to clean the kitchen if we spilled stuff sometimes!"

"That is a GREAT idea!" Garren ran to grab a bag himself as Kai disappeared back down into the Hotel.

The oozes absorbed the flour dumped on them and clouded over. The binding spell faded again and they sat there for a moment. Had it worked?

She and Garren stared in anticipation, and then screamed in unison as the blobs advanced again. Slower, this time, but more like dumplings than the noxious pudding they had been.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Garren huffed as he sliced into the bag of flour he was holding and dumped it in front of them to make a protective barrier as they ran backwards to avoid the new problem.

The many mini-oozes rolled through the powder, each one absorbing a little more. Their constitution changed as they solidified and became more doughy, but it didn't stop them.

Shei laughed, overwhelmed with anxiety. They'd be cute if they weren't scary little madness monsters.

In a fit of desperation Garren stomped on one, the sole of his boot splattering it flat. As he pulled up his foot, thick bits of glutinous black blood stretched between the roof and his shoe in a truly grotesque display. And then it pulled his foot back down toward the surface, trying to re-constitute itself.

She lashed out with her knife and severed the squishy new problem in two, not liking at all the way the freshly split little ooze tried to become one with Garren's shoe. It didn't really reform, though. The flour had made it too tacky.

"Holy shit, genius," Shei exclaimed at her friend, he'd figured it out, "We just gotta jump on them really hard so they spread out and—"

Garren didn't need to be told twice. He jumped on another one and immediately jumped again, the ooze snapping before it had time to pull together. She joined in, landing on one in the flour pile and sending a cloud of powder in every direction, hitting some of the other blood-dumplings with more of the substance and making a huge mess.

That was when a spacial rift tore through the air, and for a moment everything stopped. Xylaes stepped through and stared at them. They stared back at him. An ooze dumpling rolled and broke the tension, back on the sluggish attack.

Lady Sheizara Tel'vaiel put on her most pleading, charmingly pathetic expression and begged with the smallest, saddest tone of voice she could manage, "Help please."

@themercenaries / @garrennorassin / @talonoa / @kaisinasunblade / @xylaes

[themercenaries]

Meet The Crew!

Talonoa Dal'shula - @talonoa

Naralinthe Emberdawn - @themadamelioness

Inistellan Volanthus - @inistellan

Xylaes Qin'oril - @xylaes

Fiorenze Sunmote - @fio-renze

Tinnaire Ush'iel - @kharrisdawndancer

Andelynna Daystar - @andelynna

Dicenne Amberlight - @dicenne

Kaisina Sunblade - @kaisinasunblade

Nahilvi Summerhold - @nahisummerhold

Sheizara Tel'vaiel - @sheizara Garren Norassin - @garrennorassin

*Plus various NPC's that may work their way into stories!* **To find stories by specific individuals, it will be tagged by their full first name!**

CURRENT LOCATION:

As of Sunday, March 2nd, the crew will be back in Dornogal in their original location! They will be traveling to and from the Undermines to assist there, and can be found on occasion at the military/mercenary communal areas - The Incontinental Hotel and the Undermines Visitor Center when not on contract or in camp. They also may be found exploring the various 'safer' areas as well!

[rylandfalkov]

[Sweet(Sinful?) Sunday]: "Thanks for helping me stress test my furniture. You have a very thorough scientific method and your ideas are thrilling." ~ Sheizara

"Hey, anytime! I had an excellent time helping you out, and I love me some science in action! Thanks for the spa treatment for the day after, it was MUCH needed after all that stress testing."

thanks @sheizara

[fio-renze]

For @fio-renze, @pyraelia or @sheizara today!

TMI Tuesday!

Ask my characters anything, no matter how invasive! Ask for advice on any matter! Confess anything to them! Nothing is off-limits on TMI Tuesday! Practice good question karma! Send an ask to the person you reblog this from!

Anon in ON!

[pyraelia]

What's the juiciest piece of gossip she's heard lately?

Her sister-in-law Sheizara is having a pretty terrible time with the Estate she inherited and moved all the way up to Quel'thalas to reclaim.

To the extent that she wants to hire Keranna Zerine to help her manage it, but that's really tricky because Keranna manged the Estate for Fiorenze, and she doesn't want to seem like she's trying to poach someone that's worked for Fiorenze for her entire life.

Kind of a mess.

Thanks @turning-through-the-never!

[xylaes]

February DWC Day 6 - Devoted, Trauma

Storyline Progression: Prologue -> Here Fio Day 1 -> Here Xylaes Day 1 -> Here Pyraelia Day 2 -> Here Taric Day 3 -> Here Lynesse Day 3 -> Here Sheizara Day 4 -> Here Red Day 5 -> Here Fiorenze Day 5 -> Here

There wasn’t much that he could do to help Fiorenze through her ‘predicament’. His new magic was still largely unpredictable, he had no healing abilities, and he definitely had no clue what to do when it came to dealing with moving souls from one thing or body to another. Thankfully, the rest of those involved seemed to have it covered, or at least knew experts that were able to help. 

So instead, he devoted himself to keeping her company during those quiet hours while she was still stuck within the mirror. He could tell she was frightened and didn’t want to be left alone. Who could blame her? There was nothing in there, just an empty void and her own intrusive thoughts.

He did his best to remain positive and keep calm; him not panicking and letting her know that they all had everything under control seemed to put her at ease. It wasn’t the entire truth, he had no idea if Red and Taric could get the invasive soul out of her body, nor did he know if Pyraelia could get her soul out of this mirror and back into her body. There were a lot of ‘what ifs’ involved, but everyone seemed to know what they were doing. He cared deeply for her, so it didn’t stop him from worrying.

He never pressed her too hard for information, there was no sense in making her more uncomfortable when there was a chance that she may be stuck in the mirror for a long time, or possibly forever. Plus, he was pretty certain that everything she was telling herself was much worse than anything he could have ever said to her regarding this entire situation. In some of the darker hours, she did mention that she was trying to help her house, and that the idea of dying after being in the Shadowlands scared her. Understandable to an extent, but not great reasoning. There was much more to it, a lot she was leaving out that he would probably hear at some point. Maybe. 

In the end everything went about as well as it could have gone while he poker-faced his way through the entire ordeal. Yet, his worry still remained, mostly because he realized what the trauma would likely do to her. She was a proud woman and this was a massive blow to the ego...but it also wasn’t his mess to clean up. She did this to herself, she should have known better. Plus, he could feel his own anger and disappointment finally reaching a stage where he realized he needed to go. 

When she was finally awake, he smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead and told her that he was glad she was safe now. Then, he left. He didn’t tell her he was leaving; he did mention that he was returning to the Isles to Pyraelia in passing, but that was it. This next part she could deal with alone.

@fio-renze @pyraelia @tristennedarkmorn @taricdarkmorn @daily-writing-challenge​

[fio-renze]

August 14 - Day 4 Ego/Coincidence 

“Oh my goodness, Fiorenze, how funny running into you here, I was just thinking about you!” 

That was probably unlikely, but it wouldn’t do to dispute it publicly. She smiled cordially to the Lady Tel’vaiel — who had immediately began to dig roughly through the prepared bouquets in buckets at the front of her little cart — and offered a brief and simple, “How strange.” 

Sheizara casually rested her elbows on the cart’s edge, her body language far too familiar for Fiorenze’s liking, “Honestly, it’s a miracle, really. Miss Zerine told me you were leaving soon and I wasn’t sure I was going to see you — we haven’t had enough time to properly discuss the Estate. Did you know the Town Council has become extremely demanding? The representative from the Glass Foundry keeps asking me so many questions. Do you have some time for me to run them by you?” 

“I’m surprised Keranna wouldn’t help you. Unfortunately, as you can see, I am at work,” she gestured to her space, and the Bazaar beyond. Not that there were really any customers this late in the afternoon, but the point had to be made. 

Sheizara immediately dropped a little coin purse that landed with a heavy enough clink to let Fiorenze know that it was more money than she’d made all week onto her little sales table, “Wellll, you know. She’s retired now, at least that’s what she told me. I don’t think she likes me very much. When are you leaving? Where are you going? Is it soon? Will you be able to come by the Estate before you go?” 

Murder is a capital crime and there are a terrible amount of witnesses in this market, Fiorenze reminded herself as she quietly picked the bribe up off the table and pocketed it, “That’s quite a few questions, Lady Tel’vaiel. To be frank, I’m not sure. The leader of the mercenary group that has occasionally employed me reached out and let me know to be prepared to move if he makes the call to do so. Considering that, I can’t make too many promises or hard commitments. These things can move frighteningly fast at times.” 

“A mercenary group!” Sheizara’s blue eyes lit up with an even brighter glow, “If they took you on, do you think they’d take me?”

She probably hadn’t meant it as insulting as it had come out, right? Fiorenze sighed and took a moment to scrawl Talonoa’s information across the back of an empty card usually reserved for greetings and well wishes that accompanied the flowers meant to be given as gifts, “That’s between you and Mister Dal’shula. You’ve only recently moved here to take over the Estate, are you sure that’s a good idea?” 

“Of course it is! Nobles back mercenary groups all the time, right? It’ll make me look strong, and capable, because I am both of those things but there’s no real way to prove that by sitting in the manor, you know? Of course you know, you’re part of it,” Sheizara looked far too pleased with herself as she snatched the card away and tucked it into her bra for safe keeping. 

Right. 

“Right! Anyway, we should go get dinner, out in public like this probably isn’t the best place to talk business, is it? Don’t worry, I’ll pay,” Sheizara’s chipper attitude was unflagging as she started to help herself in lifting the little buckets of bouquets up and into the cart without really asking. “Like you heard earlier, so many questions. I have another one, too. Have you ever considered getting married again?” 

It was going to be an extremely long evening.

@daily-writing-challenge / @talonoa

[fio-renze]

For @fio-renze, @pyraelia or @sheizara today!

Say Anything Saturday!

~* Confess something on anon *~ ~* Whisper something into their ear *~ ~* Write an (non)anonymous letter *~ ~* Say something to cheer them up or even piss them off *~ ~* Tell them something dirty to get a reaction *~

Say anything! Anon is on!

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[sheizara]

Part I

It was the graves that did it. 

Her father Lord Iliphal Tel’vaiel, his wife Sylmae. Her half-brother Halandir, his two children. The Lord Finniall and Lady Cosima Sunmote. 

“And it’s trespassing for Lady Fiorenze or her sister to visit, now?” 

Keranna nodded, idly cupping a long dead, dried rose bloom on one of the border hedges in her palm. 

Was she, Sheizara, the asshole here? “Did you bring me here first on purpose?” 

Keranna simply smiled, “I thought you might like to air your grievances to the family who wronged you; was that a mistaken assumption? Come now, I’ll show you around inside — though I suppose you’re already familiar with a lot of it.” 

She was. All the secret passage ways that the servants took to get from room to room, the best staircases, a perfect spot to sit on the roof to see down the valley into the little town of Glimmerglen that was full of the estate’s tenants. 

Her tenants. 

“You’ll need to hire staff again to keep the house up, if you move here and want to keep the house up. Fiorenze listened to petitions on the second and fourth Tuesdays of the month. I suspect many people will be eager to hear how you intend to remedy the steep tax that the Kingdom has levied on their glasswares and livestock for over a year,” Keranna’s tone was no nonsense. 

She’d never seen her father or Halandir do anything like that. Her mouth went a little dry, “How did Lady Fiorenze manage to convince the Kingdom to reduce their taxes?” 

“Connections, mostly, and a position in the Magistry that gave her access to lobby the government directly once the Regency settled in; She would know the exact details, I mostly stayed out of it and just made sure that the estate’s portions were paid on time,” her guide looked out one of the intricately paned windows out toward the garden again, as if to make a subtle point. 

“What were the children’s names? My… uh…” there was a word, wasn’t there? “Niblings?” 

“Sylmae and Finn.” 

Sheizara pressed her thumb and forefinger into her eyes and pressed deep enough to see spots. The title and responsibility that came with it were clearly inseparable. She’d just wanted to be rich, to claim something that had been denied her by a half-brother that had cast her out and attempted to erase her entire existence. Spite and ignorance had blinded her to the realities. 

Or had they? 

“Was I told about them?” 

The elegant arch of Keranna’s eyebrow wasn’t enough of a warning for the deep disappointment and outright scorn in her tone, “All of the graves were listed in section 13 subsection b in the estate paperwork that you and your legal counsel were provided as part of the proceedings.” 

She might be the asshole, here. 

“Right. You’re a professional, what do you think I should do?” It was a cowardly question, Shei knew, but she hadn’t been prepared for how much this was all going to be. 

“You wanted so badly to be the Lady Tel’vaiel, so be the Lady Tel’vaiel. Invite Fiorenze — not Lady, even though it’s still appropriate to call her such as she was granted the title of Lady Sunmote, she considers it to be an insult — to visit her garden and the graves of her family whenever she pleases, and fix what you have left to lay fallow for well over a year.” 

Well, shit.

[tristennedarkmorn]

February DWC Day 5 - Ambition

TW: Blood, suggested suffocation

Going with this storyline: Prologue -> Here Fio Day 1 -> Here Xylaes Day 1 -> Here Pyraelia Day 2 -> Here Taric Day 3 -> Here Lynesse Day 3 -> Here Sheizara Day 4 -> Here

“Welp. The ambition was there. Execution was shit.” Red could appreciate a good attempt at a power grab, but even he knew that fucking with cursed objects would probably end in tears, and possibly death. He had encountered plenty of questionable artifacts in his travels aboard the Lady Lillium, and it was almost always the upper class that were the most interested in taking them off their hands. Needless to say, this was not his first rodeo.

Taric stared at the sedated woman in confusion, canting his head to one side. “Strange…”

“Hmmm?” Red set down his pack near the foot of the bed, glancing over towards the younger man.

“Part of her is still here…” Taric stepped closer and grabbed ‘Fiorenze’s’ wrist, lifting it as he studied the ring she wore. He ran a thumb along the leaf-shaped emeralds, pausing on one of the stones in particular. “In here.”

“Soulstone?” He shook his head and rolled his eyes with a smirk. Of course. 

“Yep. So what are you thinking?” Taric draped her hand back atop the bed and stepped away, letting Red do his thing. 

This was definitely the older man’s area of expertise and the reason why Taric had wanted to bring him along in the first place. Drawing souls out of bodies was a dangerous process, especially if the soul was unwilling to leave. The trick was fooling them into thinking they had somewhere better to go.

Red moved in towards the bed, grabbing Fio’s hand to study the ring. “Well. Easier than I thought this would be, to be honest. She’s got the perfect vessel right here.” He wiggled the gold ring right off her finger, holding it up to the light to study it a little better. “We just need to make it a little more inhabitable, while making her actual body intolerable to remain within.”

With that comment, Red removed a switchblade from his boot and snapped it open. He pushed up her sleeve before dragging the sharp edge along the inside of her forearm until red beads began to bloom from the shallow incision. Blood, above all else, was always one of the strongest reagents that could be used as a lure of sorts. The invading soul was currently blind and probably still a bit lost living within this body; she was still ‘fresh’ and unaccustomed to this new space, so coaxing her out shouldn’t be too difficult. He hoped.

The ring was pressed face down into the blood until the stones were thoroughly coated, then the sleeve was shoved back down. Someone could dress that later, not his problem. “Alright…” He looked over at Taric. “I need you to take that pillow and press it down over her face.”

“...Excuse me?” Taric wanted to help, but he sure as hell didn’t think it would involve smothering a noblewoman.

“Like I said, we need to make the body intolerable to remain within. If the body feels like it’s dying, the soul will look for somewhere safe to go.” He wiggled the little ring between forefinger and thumb. “I don’t want you to actually — no you know what…here, you hold this and I’ll do that.” He’s also pretty sure there were a few other inhabitants within the house that would skin them alive if she actually died, so it was better for him to do the dirty work. Just in case. Plus, it was just a little breath play, right? He was well versed in that. “Just press it stone down against her chest.” With a little adjustment, he shifted her robes down just enough to bare some skin in the vicinity above her heart.

“...Okay…” Uncertainty touched Taric’s voice, but he trusted Red’s ways. Maybe the methods seemed a touch barbaric, but coaxing out a soul was much easier on the host’s body than having to rip it from them. With Taric pressing the ring to Fio’s chest and Red now holding a hand over her mouth while pinching her nose shut, this would be quite the scandalous scene should anyone enter. Thankfully the door was shut and bolted. No one else needed to know what happened in that room.

@taricdarkmorn @fio-renze​ @daily-writing-challenge​

[fio-renze]

For @fio-renze , @pyraelia & @sheizara

Anon-Day!

~ Ask my my character anything you want ~ Confess something you would never say to my their face ~ Send them an anonymous letter ~ Give them unsolicited advice you think they need ~ Tell them one thing you like about them ~ Tell them one thing you hate about them ~ Tell them your favorite memory of them

Anything is welcomed on Anon-Day, as long as it’s on anon!

[gloamingdawn]

February DWC 2023 Master List

Day 1 - February 19 Love is in the Air / Weakness FIORENZE

Day 2 - February 20 Opportunity / Eternity PYRAELIA

Day 3 - February 21 Velvet / Consequence LYNESSE

Day 4 - February 22 Influence / Distant SHEIZARA

Day 5 - February 23 Ambition / Relentless FIORENZE

Day 6 - February 24 Devoted / Trauma FIORENZE

Day 7 - February 25 Event / Recovery LYNESSE

Most of my stories this time around were part of one shared storyline, if you'd like to read everything in order with additional stories by other DWC writers, you can find everything in chronological order here!

[straightouttatheashes]

Send me “💭” for my muse to blurt out a thought they’ve had about yours ~ Sheizara

"Has she partied with Ryland yet? They seem like a good fit. She should party with me too. Maybe we should all just have one massive fuckin party....I'm gonna schedule that."

ty @saltsparkle

[tazindrox]

Send me “💭” for my muse to blurt out a thought they’ve had about yours ~ Sheizara

"I feel like marriage is probably not for you, perhaps you should stop trying to go that route?"

@sheizara

[fio-renze]

For @fio-renze, @pyraelia, @sheizara or @serazhen

Orange Emoji OC Asks 🔶

🧡 (orange heart) - Is your oc honest? Why or why not? Are there only specific people they’re honest to?

🔥 (fire) - What drives your character in life? Is it a belief? A person? A goal? Whatever it is, what do they want from it and what are they willing to do to get it?

🌇 (sunset) - What does it take for your character to trust someone? Do they have to prove themselves? Or does your character not trust anyone no matter what? What made them this way?

🌅 (sunrise) - What does your oc look forward to every day? Do they have something to look forward to in the first place? What makes them wake up in the morning? Why do they want to be alive?

🐦‍🔥 (phoenix) - What has your oc had to overcome to get to where they are now? Were the challenges emotional or physical? Would you say they had to go through a “rebirth”? How did they change, if at all?

🍊(orange) - Is your oc more selfish or selfless? Are they willing to sacrifice themselves or their goals for others? Why are they this way?

🐅 (tiger) - What makes your character angry? Are they angry often? Does it take a lot to make them upset or are they quick to anger?

🍁 (maple leaf) - What brings your character joy? Do they find happiness in the small things? Does it take a lot to cheer them up?

🎃 (jack-o’-lantern) - What is your character’s greatest fear? Is it something primal like the dark or something specific like killer clowns? Did they gain this fear after a bad experience? Whatever it is, why are they scared of it?

🐹 (hamster) - How does your oc feel about animals? Have they ever had a pet? What made them feel this way towards animals?

🥕 (carrot) - How does your character treat themselves after a long day? Do they buy something new? Maybe they eat a sweet treat? Call someone they love? Take a hot bath?

🔸 (orange diamond) - Is your oc rich? Do they want to be? What’s their financial situation like? How does it affect how they see the world?

✴️ (eight-pointed star) - Is there anyone your oc admires or looks up to? What qualities of this person does your oc admire? Do they want to be like this person one day?

🏵️ (rosette) - What is your character’s most prized possession? Is it something they could never bear to part with? What makes this object so special?

🦊 (fox) - How intelligent is your oc? Are they a mastermind pulling all the strings? Or are they more dim-witted with a big heart? If they are smart, what do they use their intelligence for? To create? To get ahead?

🦺 (safety vest) - Is your character a cautious person or are they more reckless? Do they think before they act or do they act according to their heart’s desires? Why?

🥭 (mango) - What is your character’s general outlook on life? Are they a pessimist, optimist, realist or something else? Whatever they may be, how does this outlook affect the way they live their life?

📙 (book) - Does your oc keep a journal of some kind? Is it just a diary or does it hold a secondary purpose like a dream journal? What’s in it that they would never want anyone to see? If they don’t have a journal, what would they write in it if they did have one?

🎇 (sparkler) - If your oc had the chance to start their life over again, what would they change, if anything? How would this change them and the people around them? Would their lives be better or worse? Would they change anything in the first place?

🍑 (peach) - [18+ only, that means who answers/asks this and the targeted character must be 18+] What are your character’s thoughts on sex if they have any? What is their sexuality? What is their sex life like? Do they even have one?

🏀 (basketball) - Is your character physically active? Are there any sports they like to play/watch? Do they hate sports? If so, why?