#sometimes brown eyes sometimes blank sometimes grey

[artbytesslyn]

Loveeee what they’ve been doing with the Darkholme-Adlers don’t get me wrong. but good lord they need to decide what Irene actually looks like

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you had me at "fuck you" ☆ post hogwarts!draco x muggleborn male!reader - Chapter One

Life for Draco after Hogwarts was what he expected as soon as he took the Mark. His dreams of greatness and the wrecking ball he imagined the Malfoy name being for his future were discarded; they were simply too damaged to repair and were a "wrecking ball" in ways he did not like. Walls that he imagined himself breaking down to rebuild as his own were broken but strengthened to keep him out. Draco wished he could say it was unfair but he knew the outside world had done nothing wrong. It was all due to his own faults.

So he did what they had all wanted him to do, he killed himself. Draco Lucius Malfoy was dead, buried with his mother and father and left to decay in Malfoy Manor. His crimes were not forgotten and he watched from afar as they brutally battered what they perceived as his corpse. He had moved away from pureblood society, stole a drunkard's wand, cast Disillusionments over every recognizable part of himself, abandoned his family's inheritance, and went to live in Muggle London where none would recognize him. He barely recognized himself.

He lived in a small flat which he shared with Spencer, a Muggle man he had obliviated into thinking he was there all along. His once striking, pale blond hair was now a plain, dull brown. His cold, grey eyes turned to a light, honeyed brown. He had cast glamours over his scars with ease, grateful for the blank slate he appeared to be. He was Deacon, a young man who worked as a bartender in the smallest, smelliest pub a couple blocks down.

Draco liked life as Deacon. No one gave him a second glance out of fear or disgust but sometimes out of attraction. He was normal. He didn't worry about the Golden Trio, the responsibilities his parents has placed on his shoulders, Voldemort's daily torturings. He could just be. And that was something he had never experienced before. As time went on and the fear of being discovered faded, Draco spent longer and longer in his glamours and disillusionments having become obsessed with the euphoria he associated with Deacon.

He was on his way to work, walking and humming a tune he had heard Spencer playing on his drums earlier.

Everlong, was it?

He had discovered within days of living in Muggle London that their music was exciting and brilliant. He hadn't known how advanced Muggles happened to be until he was surrounded by them. The telly was one of the first things he became enraptured by.

He pushed through the pub doors, flashing a smile to his friend, Sally, who worked the shift before him.

"Sally."

"What's up, Deek!"

He winced, finding the name she had given him on his first day still irritating. He looked around at the surprisingly crowded bar and leaned on the counter to talk over the blasting music.

"Is there an event tonight I didn't know about?"

The girl shook her head before pointing at something over Draco's shoulder.

"I think it's a party for birthday boy over there!"

Draco turned his head curiously over his shoulder. His back immediately straightened and his eyes widened.

The birthday boy was gorgeous. He stood on top of a chair dancing sensually to the song playing over the speakers. His hips moved side to side and his hair framed his face beautifully as he moved to the beat. He sang along to the lyrics loudly with great feeling that if Draco had not heard the accompanying music, he would have thought the boy had wrote it.

"NO! I DON'T WANT NO SCRUB! A SCRUB IS A GUY THAT CAN'T GET NO LOVE FROM ME. HANGING OUT THE PASSENGER SIDE OF HIS BEST FRIEND'S RIDE. TRYIN TO HOLLA AT ME!"

Draco smiled, watching and enjoying the show he was putting on. He bit his lip as the boy, or man rather judging by the giant headband he wore on his head with the number 20, dipped low and his low-rise jeans revealed an emerald g-string with a bow. Draco looked away, swallowing, as he turned back to Sally, who was grinning at him.

Draco rolled his eyes at her childish behavior.

"He's single, I overheard his friends when they came to get a drink. Apparently, he's looking for a man to go home with tonight."

Draco looked back at the man, who had gotten off the chair and was now giggling with his friends.

"Good for him."

He cleared his throat.

"I'm gonna put my things away. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."

"Oh no! But, Deacon! How will I manage when you're my only brain!"

"Shut it, you witch."

"I'm not a witch! They aren't real!"

Draco smirked as he walked away.

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A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first time writing ANY HP fanfiction - I've read A LOT though, haha. Please be kind and if you like it, comment or like so I can release Chapter Two which will be from your/my character's perspective :) also NOT proof-read

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Jewel - Oct 11 - @rosekillermicrofic - 928 words - Warnings: none

It started sometime in October, when Barty wore a random sweater that Evan had never seen before. It was a lovely amber brown color, and it brought out the light brown tones in Barty’s hazel eyes beautifully. Evan couldn’t pay attention all through charms, his eyes kept finding the soft-looking sweater pulling around Barty’s shoulders.

Then, on the next Hogsmeade trip, Barty wore a brand new cloak. As he was putting it on, Barty explained that his mother had bought it for him as an extra gift after his father had forgotten his birthday for the fifth or sixth time. It was a beautiful, deep, sapphire blue, and it complimented Barty’s pale skin and dark hair wonderfully. Evan couldn’t take his eyes off of him for the entire trip to Hogsmeade.

The following week, Barty showed up to potions with a new set of dragon-hide gloves. These were one of his original birthday gifts from his mother, he explained, but Evan couldn’t focus on anything other than the turquoise leather perfectly outlining the lines of Barty’s fingers and hand. He ended up making Barty partner with Regulus, and attached himself to Dorcas, who sent him knowing looks while they brewed their potion.

At a Gryffindor party a few weeks later, Evan lost Barty for an hour or so. At these parties, they typically stuck by one another, since they were surrounded by a sea of garish red and gold, and Dorcas and Regulus made quick work of abandoning them for one of the Gryffindors (Regulus for James, Dorcas for Marlene). Pandora never came to the big parties, preferring to hang out in her common room with the other Revenclaws, having a quiet night in.

Barty finally showed up after an hour and a half, strolling down the stairs from the girls’ dorms in the Gryffindor common room, and Evan did a double take. Barty was wearing ruby red lipstick. Marlene and Dorcas were following him down the stairs, and Marlene was wearing the same shade of red lipstick, Dorcas sent Evan a wink. He was going to fucking kill them.

Barty made his way over to Evan. “What to do you think?” He asked, smacking together his ruby lips.

Evan had to will his mind not to go woefully blank so that he could come up with some kind of answer. “Very… red,” was what he finally said, and he could have hit himself in the head for the stupidity of his response.

“Yeah, that’s the shade,” Barty laughed awkwardly. “Do you like it?”

Did Evan like it? He more than bloody liked it. He wanted to see red marks all over himself, perfect little prints of Barty’s lips pressed all over his skin. But he didn’t say any of that. “Yeah, I like it. Brings out your eyes.”

Barty gave him a dazzling smile, settling on to the loveseat next to Evan. “Thanks, Rosie.”

Evan’s issue seeing Barty in certain colors continued well into the winter. Every new shade brought out something else about Barty that Evan couldn’t possibly ignore, and he was starting to be driven completely crazy. It felt as if Barty was specifically teasing him, except he couldn’t possibly know about Evan’s feelings for him (could he?).

The Yule Ball was scheduled for the last day of December before winter holidays, and Regulus and Pandora had goaded their whole friend group into attending. It was simple enough for Dorcas and Regulus, who already had dates in the form of their significant others. Barty and Evan had decided to go stag together, which Evan was simultaneously grateful for (he had negative interest in any of the girls attending Hogwarts) and horrified about (a whole night attached to Barty???).

Evan’s dress robes were brand new, bought for him by his parents with the Yule Ball in mind. He didn’t have a say in picking them out, though, and they were a dusky, boring charcoal grey. After he put them on, he looked down at himself morosely, and was grateful that he didn’t have someone he was trying to impress.

And then Barty left the bathroom, which he had commandeered to get himself ready. He was wearing dress robes in the most beautiful shade of emerald green. Evan’s mouth actually dropped open a little at the sight of him. He saw Barty in Slytherin green all the time, which was close to emerald, but more of a flat shade than the gorgeous jewel tone. The deep emerald was stunning against Barty’s pale skin and dark hair, the gold accents bringing out shades of gold in Barty’s eyes.

“How do I look?” Barty asked, and he was chewing his lip nervously.

Evan swallowed. “Barty, you look…” He couldn’t finish the sentence, which only made Barty more anxious.

“…What? Is it too much? I told mum it was too gaudy,” Barty fussed, going to turn back into the bathroom, presumably to change, but Evan reached out to grasp his wrist to stop him.

“No, Barty, you look breathtaking,” Evan breathed, and Barty turned back around with wide eyes. Evan couldn’t keep his bloody eyes away from Barty’s mouth — and he noticed a red tint. Barty was wearing a little of that fucking lipstick—

He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He surged forward, hands coming up to cup Barty’s face and pull it to his own for a searing kiss. Barty responded enthusiastically, moaning loudly and hands coming up to play with the buttons of Evan’s robes. They didn’t end up going to the Yule Ball after all.

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the proper care of foxes - chapter 2 (you can stay)

author's note ɞ say hello to the miya twins and suna! / mlist warnings ɞ ageless/blank blogs and minors dni or i will block (18+) word count ɞ 500+

the white fox wakes up to sparrows chirping on your porch. the birds perch themselves on the wooden bannisters, but are quick to fly away when they spot the fox blink itself awake and stretch its limbs. 

when did the storm stop? the sky has turned a light blue, though the grass and surrounding ground is still damp. a humid smell lingers in the air. 

the fox uncurls itself and steadies itself on its four paws, leaving flakes of dried mud on the ground. the rest was good, but not sufficient. a certain weariness has carved itself into the fox’s bones ever since its bonded human passed away. no amount of sleep can relieve it. 

a dish of water and some raw meat sit by the steps leading down the hill. you must’ve left it there. the fox ambles over, shaking its dried coat out. the matted parts of its fur stick uncomfortably to its skin. the fox gives the meat a careful sniff and its stomach growls. 

but the fox knows better than to accept food from a stranger. it decides that the water is safe enough, and laps at it till the dish is half-empty. the fox then leaps down the steps and disappears from the hill. 

the grass and trees soak up the rain that has filtered through the dirt, and birds squawk at each other as they peck the fresh soil for worms. a white eagle peers at the fox as it bounds through the countryside. it remains perched on a tree branch, hidden from the sunlight, wings folded close to its body. 

the fox arrives at its destination not long after. it's a cemetery. 

.

on the other side of the land, two foxes lay in a heap. a third watches them from a safe distance away. 

i told'ja we should’ve gone for the udon! 

the two foxes are similar in size and build. one has grey fur, while the other has a yellow-orange coat. they both have a fluffy, white-tipped tail and sharp features. 

if ya didn't mess up, we wouldn’t have been caught in ta first place!

the foxes growl and pounce at each other again. 

the third fox watching them is reddish-brown, with darker patches of grey and a belly of white. its eyes give it a sleepy appearance. it knows better than to interrupt the twin foxes, so it watches them bicker.

the grey fox throws a nasty punch at the yellow one. 

“ow! ‘samu!” 

in a puff of white, the yellow fox turns into a young man. he holds his forehead with both hands where the grey fox had hit it. 

the grey fox looks unapologetic. 

“yer always so violent! can’t ya b’nice to me sometimes? would it kill ya? would it?!”

silence.

the man grumbles and flops on his back, limbs splayed out. he stares up at the sunny sky, spots of white filtering through his vision. 

“‘tsumu, i’m hungry.”

“hah?! it’s your fault we didn’t get any food in the first place, and now yer complainin’?” 

atsumu sits up suddenly, staring daggers at his brother. osamu rolls his eyes.

“whateva’. look, the fishermen should be comin’ back soon because the storm ended a while ago. i’m gonna go pinch some fish from ‘em.”

“wait! don’t go without me! ya bastard!”

in two puffs of white, the twin foxes dart towards the market, nipping at each other’s tails the entire way. 

the third fox runs after them. if it’s lucky, maybe it’ll catch some fish for dinner, too.

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Sanji x reader modern day AU part 4:

I just want some f***king lunch

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

"That sounds like my favorite kind of problem" you cooed into the phone, "it's a 'not-my-fucking-problem' Karen!"

Karen from finance has called again with complicated questions regarding spending positions so old no one remembered anymore.

"But you've got to help me!" Karen's voice wailed from the speaker. Fine. She's been here for 2 months and they're already sending her on wild goose chases for random information no one cares about.

"Fine. I'll see what I can do about that" you sighed. It wasn't her fault. But neither was it yours.

And you hadn't even looked at the 200 unread emails floating in the nirvana of your inbox. Maybe you should. Sometime.

The first mail you picked was a mile long conversation someone had forwarded with 'fyi', than came a few creatively phrased ones complaints from citizens about your workspeed. You decided the most productive thing right now was to close your eyes and think about last weekend.

A knock on the door prevented your daydreams from starting.

"Hahaha" you heard the fake laugh the upstairs secretary used as a substitute for "hello, how are you? I have loads of work for you because I don't use computers!"

She brought a stack of handwritten papers that you where supposed to turn into a coherent presentation for next week.

You felt your blood pressure rise to at-work-levels and your resolution to cut back on sugar lay abandoned somewhere in a gutter.

Biting into the cinnamon roll you got from the cafeteria made you feel at least a little better. You questioned your life's choices as you chewed and gulped it down with office coffee. Too bitter and too sweet at the same time.

Usually, your snack would have worked to lift your spirits - at least until lunch. Now, it tasted bland and unsatisfying. After the taste orgasm during the weekend, nothing you could get here or on the go would hold up. Yesterday seemed so far away now.

That sweet, precious cook, his loving gaze, great food; under the much too bright office lights shining dowm on grey carpets and brown desks it felt like a dream.

The only thing faintly reminding you of the last days was that you actually squeezed into a pantyhose and pencil skirt on a monday because you felt sexy. Sanji's apparent interest in that had made you bold enough to explore the deeper corners of your wardrobe. It was a bit tight around the ass, but that's what modern stretch materials were for.

You sighed and dialed up your old pal from controlling, he could maybe help.

"Hey, Max! You got a minute?"

"Sure do!" Max' voice sounded in your ear.

As you talked about an implausible booking from three months ago, there was kind of a commotion just outside your office - people walking quickly, raised voices. You could see it through a thin glass panel in the door.

This was a state department, people here shuffled around quietly and talked softly. There was either cake in the kitchen or a fire.

"I'll see what I can do!" Max voice sounded like yours a few minutes ago.

"Thanks, you're a lifesaver!" You said, still studying the scene in the hallway.

"You can show your gratitude by treating me to lunch" He chuckled and hung up. At least nizt everything in the office was bullshit. There were good people, too.

You decided to get up and see what all the fuss was about. What you saw as you opened your door was the last thing you expected:

Sanji lay on the floor, his head propped up on someone's bag as a makeshift pillow; people were standing around him, looking concerned.

"Sanji!" Kneeling down, you assessed his state: he was heavily bleeding from the nose and muttering something. You leaned closer and heard his whispers: "office lady...tight skirt"

Your face went blank immediately.

"Do you know that guy?" Heidi from payroll asked.

"He's cute, I'll adopt him!" Kate said. She was a mother of three, she could certainly handle him.

"He's just a friend with a peculiar illness. It causes him to faint randomly. Very rare. He'll be fine in a few minutes. Let's get him to the first aid room."

Two of your colleagues helped him up with his arms around their necks and dragged him to the abandoned room at the end of the corridor that had a small plank bed and some band aids. It barely helped anyone in an emergency, but at least someone could lie down.

They heaved him onto the bed and told you to call of he needed more help. You got some bandages from the first aid kit and tried to stop the bleeding by stuffiing them into his nose like little plugs.

"Hey, what?" You screamed as something pinched your thigh.

You looked down and saw Sanji's hand on your skirt, holding on.

"Hey princess!" He coughed dramatically.

"What the hell happened?" You proceeded to stuff rolled up bits of bandage up his nose.

"Wanted to surprise you! I brought lunch" He nasally mumbled.

"That's sweet, but why where you lying on the floor?" You saw the colour return to his cheeks as he recovered slowly.

"You took me by surprise!" He said.

"That skirt...the blouse...oh god..." he seemed to lose it again, but reigned his lower instincts in with sheer willpower.

"I thought...I was prepared but" He grinned like a little pervert as his hand and eyes went exploring again.

"Sanji!" You smacked his hand and he seemed to snap out of it for good.

"Of course, I'm Sorry!" He sat up and tentatively removed the plugs from his nose. "I brought some lunch! A nice Sandwich and a chocolate soufflé for dessert." He grinned widely.

"A...Sandwich?" You were a bit disappointed. A sandwich was so mundane compared to everything else he had made.

Sanji swallowed hard at the very clear inflection of uncertainty in your voice.

"I swear it's great! You'll love it!" He jumped from the stretcher and took your hands.

"And I know the perfect place for our picnic!" He cooed as his eyes got glazed.

"Let's gooooo!" He already grabbed your hand and dragged you with him - and stumbled a bit when you didn't move.

"Sanji" you said, pointing at your watch, "it's still a bit early for lunch, I'll need to get back to work for at least half an hour."

He looked as disappointed as you felt, but just like blue sky breaking through the clouds, his blue eyes started sparkling again.

"I'll just wait and watch you work!" He smiled.

"I guess you can wait here for a bit, but it's extremely boring stuff" you answered,"it's just me on the phone or typing, really."

"I've never worked in an office! This is actually quite interesting." He rubbed his chin.

"Well, if you insist..."

Sanji

He got to sit on a small chair in the corner of her office and watch her. It was in fact so small, he almost didn't know where to put his long legs.

Opting for some kind of half-crouch, his arms resting on his knees, he settled in to drink in more knowledge about her. This was where she spent a lot of her time.

He didn't get most of what she said or did, but she did it in a professional way. Her small fingers typed incredibly fast on the keyboard as she wrote emails that would have taken him probably a few hours to find the words for.

On the phone, her voice took on a Business tone, very professional.

Her desk was full of paperwork, files and books. How could she keep track of it all? Sanji wasn't one for paperwork, so this was like magic to him.

That's my cute y/n-chan, so smart! , he thought to himself. A hard worker, she needs a good lunch to keep up her strength.

The ringing of the phone knocked him out of a short daydream, where she came home from a long day at work to find a perfect dinner on the table, made by her perfect boyfriend.

He half listened as she talked.

"...thanks Max, you're a lifesaver! Next lunch is on me, I promise!"

Ok, so she talked to a guy.

Now she giggled.

"Yes, see you there. Bye!" She slammed the receiver down to end the call and hummed to herself.

So she talked to a guy and giggled. No big deal. Sanji tried to tell himself that.

"So....who's this Max?" He asked, trying hard to sound relaxed.

"Old colleague, we help each other out sometimes." She scribbled a note and began sifting through a file.

"Oh, ok" Sanji was sure this guy was absolutely bound on taking her from him. How could he not? She was so cute! He would have to...

"Alright, 12 o'clock, lunchtime!" she threw her pen down, locked her computer and was out before Sanji could finish his thought.

She punched out for lunch and Sanji could see an alarming number of overtime hours on the digital screen. This girl needed some Savoir Vivre asap.

So this took a year longer than expected,but better late than never.

Is this part the battle hymn for the overworked mid 30s girl? Yes. Is it unapologetically shit I have to deal with every day? Also yes. Is it what I sometimes envision to make work bearable? Absolutely. Your blorbo is sitting in the corner of your office and rooting for you!!!!!

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Intrigued With You

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Yandere! Pinocchio x fem! Mechanic! Reader

Warnings: mention of death and injuries, Geppetto’s unhealthy obsession with Pinocchio, mention of the illness going on in the universe of “The Lies of P,”, inaccurate portrayal of the game demo because I am not done with it yet, when the game comes out, this work may be completely different from the actual game.

This blog contains/creates and interacts with dark content, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don’t interact.

Disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the toxic and harmful behaviors/thoughts that take place in this piece of fiction. None of this should be romanticized or considered normal as it is extremely toxic and dangerous.

Dead dove don’t eat.

Minors/ageless blogs that are blank/barely have anything, dni or you will be blocked.

Over all story Summary: Your uncle’s puppet takes a little too much of an interest in you.

Wc: 2169k

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The first time you saw ‘him’, you almost mistook ‘him’ for a human.

A living, breathing, emotional human, who could laugh and cry and yell. Constantly reminding yourself that it is a puppet, a project that is not done yet, you can’t help but feel uneasy whenever you go to visit your uncle. He loved that puppet, yet there was something sinister about the way he would look at it. Obsessed with it even, the damn thing taking up more of time than his other projects.

Inventions that were only child’s play, usually leaving the rest to the workshop. But this puppet? This puppet is a personal job, and whatever it’s being made for is unknown. But, to you, it feels like he’s making it to be a pseudo son – something he created with his own hands, a blank canvas that, unlike the other ones, was expected to feel things that a puppet shouldn’t feel and think things that it shouldn’t.

It was bad enough that the citizens were relying on the puppets a little bit too much. And it was bad enough that your uncle was fussing over a puppet that didn’t provide any actual use, a replacement for a son he can’t have, yet, at the same time, the puppet also meant nothing to him. Like it could easily be replaced.

You also don’t like the left mechanical arm, or the fact that weapons are being implemented onto every mechanical arm made for that puppet. You don’t like how human it looks, the material not steel nor metal, and looks too realistic to be porcelain. You don’t like how your uncle made the eye color the same as his, a blue grey that’s completely lifeless. You don’t like the carob brown hair, the way it looks so natural, the way it’s messy and has curls. You don’t like how there’s no segments separating the visible limbs, and you pray to God that your uncle didn’t plan on giving it a dick for shit and giggles.

You don’t like the puppet.

You don’t like any the puppets.

Yet, at the age of twenty-two, you had no choice but to work in the field, testing them, repairing them, scraping them if they were considered a ‘failure’. To be there when everything went wrong and a few people were injured or worse, dead.

You hate your parents for shoving you to the field, to your uncle, and you hate your uncle for thanking them. You hate that instead of seeing and working on puppets that look like puppets, you were entrusted with one that looks too human.

And yet, as you stand in front of it in your uncle’s personal little workshop, you still admire the beauty of it. You refuse to touch it. Your only job is to repair any of the mechanical arms that break, to work on the voice box, to repaint the eyes, to fix up the clothes. Your uncle is the one touching, the one experimenting, the one expecting. The one looking forward to its eyes opening someday.

The ‘heart’ lays in your hands, gears visible in the middle, glass covering them. Gold in color with a chain attached. Sometimes it ‘beats’ – you almost dropped it the first time it happened. And sometimes, it feels a little too realistic, if you ever held a heart, like in fiction. Your fingers tremble, fixing the gears as they get stuck again. You ask for more oil.

“Uncle… out of curiosity… have you eaten at all today?” You look out from the corner of your eye, the table in front of you cluttered with numerous parts, some broken, some not. He doesn’t answer, placing an eye into one of the sockets. “Uncle,” you repeat, turning to face him fully, “did you eat today?”

Your voice is louder, and to add more effect, you slam your hand onto the table that’s now behind you. He jolts, startled, and almost drops the eye. He doesn’t mention it. “Ah what?” He cranes his neck to look at you over his shoulder. He heard your voice but not the question.

“Did you eat today? Anything at all? Or even a sip of water?” raking a hand through your hair, you lean against the table, shoulders slumping over. “It’s the third time I asked you – three times too many.”

He laughs, looks away to place the eye in the socket property this time. “Well… not yet, but I was about to say something about it.”

“You’re lying.”

He laughs again, shoulders shaking, and with a sigh, pats the puppet’s hair before turning to you. He grabs his goat disregarded on the stool next to him, fingers adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He smiles but there’s barely any emotion in his eyes. “You caught me once again. Make sure to get your coat – it’s chilly outside.”

The trip to the nearest café was longer than it should be, if you had been paying attention to the actual goal rather than chatting with your uncle’s friends and acquaintances. You just smile and nod, answering any questions they may have about the current trends ‘youngsters are into today,’ bouncing questions about the puppets around. You don’t want to talk about that dreadful job when you’re finally out in the sun, enjoying the cool wind that gently sways your hair, the smell of pastries as your stomach grumbles.

You miss your social, normal life that wasn’t centered around things you both hate and fear.

“- I heard one of the new police models are dysfunctional,” an older woman whispers, shoulders tense. She continues, “but it still works properly with children. Apparently, the children love it – but… I can’t help but feel that it’s just an accident waiting to happen.”

Your uncle stays quiet, gaze on the ground as he mulls over it. So, you’re the one who asks the question, “How is it dysfunctional? Does it break down often? Attack others?” Your heart beats faster with each word, the worst scenarios plaguing your mind. You’re scared to ask the questions, but you needed to know. Needed to fix It if they don’t scrap it.

She takes a pause before answering. “It blows up, sometimes. Or glitches, and just overall, not very good at the job it’s supposed to do. It’s more of a mascot than anything. Such a shame too, it would have been perfect to capture criminals.” She sighs, tension never leaving her body.

It must be one of the larger models.

If that’s the case, then you’re fucked. Big time, because that model was already a risk to handle, let alone make. You barely got The Parade Master to work properly three weeks ago. The number of injuries the employees suffered was not worth the stupid thing. It was too big to handle, and now they want a big cop one? Everyone is going to die if that thing glitches out.

“Oh, but that’s not the only thing going on. It doesn’t involve the puppets, but it’s still… concerning.”

“What is?” Your uncle pipes up, responding now that the subject wasn’t about a puppet with a potential glitch in its system. The woman purses her lips, trying to find the right words to say. Again, she pauses before she whispers in even a quieter voice;

“The illness going around. The one that forms blue bumps and makes people go crazy and blind.” Her face turns pale, fingers messing with the handle of her purse. Everything goes quiet, the three of you staring into space. There’s nothing you could do about that, can’t even get involved, the medical experts doing samples and attempting to treat the ones who have it.

“Well… just keep clean, if possible,” your uncle says.

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It’s on the third month of working on that puppet when you finally finish the voice box. The voice sound should be youthful, one to match ‘his’ pretty face and slim physique. The puppet is still lifeless, and you still refuse to touch it. You hate being involved with it in any form. You just want to smash it, seeing your uncle’s obsession with it turn into madness. It’s all he can think about, almost all he cares about, his entire world at this point.

He even calls it his son.

It makes you hate the puppet even more.

The voice box is given another polish, fingers sore and worn out, no longer as soft as they should be. Nails with dirt and grim underneath, grease covering your skin, eyes strained – three months of working on this damn thing, and there’s still more to do. More to experiment with, more to spend on, more to worry about, more to lose. You swear to God you just might sell this thing just to get rid of it. Just to make the feeling of unease go away, to forget about its existence completely.

You just want to be done with the thing.

“How’s it going?”

You scream, turning around only to trip over spare parts that fell off the table. A hand reaches out to catch you, but it only results in smashing your head against the floor, and a body landing right on top of you. The air is knocked out of your lungs, and you squirm, kicking and pulling at hair – anything to get whoever this is off you.

You only stop when one hand covers your mouth, the other grabbing both of your wrists. And you only stop resisting completely when you see your ex-boyfriend – Howard. And it is Howard who curses instead of you, gently letting go and getting off once he realizes you’re not going to hurt him anymore. And it is you who stays on the floor, ponytail causing discomfort as you lay your head there, heart finally calming down and hands clasped over your chest. And it is you who lets out the biggest sigh, happy that it's someone who means no harm.

Supposedly.

“Jeeze… while I do like hearing you scream; I’d prefer if it was in ple- “

 “Off, off, off!” you sit up to push him off, Howard landing on his butt with a thud. He scoots to give you room to pull your legs to your chest, pants now covered in even more grime and grease. You’re going to kill him. You really will.

“Howard.”

“(name).”

You stare at each other, the silence deafening. The breakup was messy at best, lost feelings, and a bittersweet love. You’re not sure why you kept in touch, or why he didn’t tell his parents about the ordeal, while yours were unaware you were even in a relationship to begin with. You’re not sure why he still ‘loved’ you enough to try and try again.

You don’t know why he’s here.

As if he’s reading your thoughts, he provides an answer. “Your uncle told me to check up on you.”

“Ah.”

He stares at you as you stare at your feet. With a sigh, he pushes himself up, extending his arm to you, hand ready to take yours. You don’t take it.

You push yourself off before dusting off your pants.

“I wonder why he would do that… ah, it doesn’t really matter,” you ignore the way his eyes follow you. The voice box is once again in your hands, and for the fifth time today, you polish it. Watch the way it gleams under the harsh light, the way it trembles alongside your hands. The puppet sits in a plush red chair, eyes, mouth close, and limbs limp. It still looks more human than puppet.

Howard doesn’t comment on your trembling hands, instead taking interest in the puppet. He walks towards it, extending a hand out only to draw it back. Your uncle would kill him – you were the only one with permission to touch any of your uncle’s work in progress. It’s still not done yet, still needs work, still needs to be ‘perfect’. It seems you’re not the only one unnerved by the puppet.

“Creepy… it’s amazing how he managed to make it so human-like…” he tilts his head, taking in every detail. From the brown freckles to the way its fingernails look trimmed. “What kind of material did he use for the skin? There are no segments to separate the fingers or even the neck, and it looks too realistic.”

“I’m not sure. He hasn’t told me.”

“Yet?”

“He doesn’t plan on telling me,” Is all you say before playing the voice box down. Down goes your ponytail, fingers rubbing at your sore scalp. Everything hurts, from your head to your feet, hands sore and slightly shaky. You want to go home. You’re not sure how much longer you can keep going with this job. The puppets scare and worry you too much for your mind to stay sane.

Howard hums in acknowledgment, turning away from the puppet to look at you, a crooked smile on his face.

“Want to go get lunch?”

[snakdemonbella]

Long ago, before the modern era. There once was a woman named Medusa. This woman held great beauty, great enough to be visited by the God Poseidon. The acts that were done to her under the temple of Athena granted her punishment. Banished from her once home, she was transformed into a snake like monster.

She died by the hands of a hero. A sad death for a woman like her. Taking pity, the Goddess Persephone took her soul, and on her own created another beauty. A small child she raised as her own. She named her Bella, a demon with red hair and eyes. A bit of her own blood was mixed when she created her which gave her slight Godly powers.

She lived without her memories, but with the stories of her former life. She grew to resent the Gods and Goddesses that lived above ground, preferring to live with Hades and the others down below.

But, like her mother, she carried a curious soul. So she would adventure the overworld as a human that carried the same name, Bella. She spent the next thousand years wondering the overworld away from the Gods eyes, experiencing the ways of humans.

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Appearances:

Mortal Form:

age: 18 (in looks) , unknown

Height: 5'6ft or 167cm

Physical: a young woman with a curvy build. She has short red hair that are slightly wavy, and bangs cut straight. Her eyes are thin and are colored brown, with pale pink lips on light skin.

Clothing: she wears a black dress that goes up to her thigh. She also wears gloves to hide her arms. Two hair clips that look like pompoms that have stars hangin from them, and her prized possesion, a pair of earrings that are shaped lioe dragonfly wings. Paired nicely with a choker that had star accesories.

Nymph Form:

age: 24 (in looks) , unknown

Height : 10ft or 304cm

Physical: a curvy woman with an unnaturally tall stature. Grey skin with red hair and eyes. Her ears are pointed and she has wings on her head and a tail aswell. Her arms fade from grey to black.

Clothing: she wears dark makeup, with the bottom side of her face covered by a black veil. She wears a white toga, that is accesorised with golden jewels, the most prominent one being the circlet around her head.

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tags:

her highest lady Bella - rp tag

justbella - nonrp tag

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Notes:

Hello! This is ooc Bella here! I would just like to explain Bella's personality and other stuff a little bit.

Bella, as a person, is very cold. Very blank with her everything. Although she can come off at first as scerene and gentle, she can do a total 180° in just a second. Although this is more directed at people she knows are related to overworld gods.

She is rather flirtacious, and often likes to tempt people. But if she knows your devoted to someone, she'll back down (unlike some people). She is very beautiful, its part of her lore, so if I put emphasis on her beauty pls roll with it :'D.

she doesnt spend all her time in forests though. Sometimes she pretends to be a child of Hades, even got him to claim her so she could have more proof. Shes only kind to the underworld kids as well.

More Information:

Is this character romancible?

Yes! But only with charcters that are 18 and above. Since shes old.

Is this a PJO only blog?

No. I am open to roleplay with anyone who assosiates with greek or roman mythology. So that includes Epic or any Greek/Roman God/dess account.

[thetwstwildcard]

“The emotions are sometimes so strong that I work without knowing it. The strokes come like speech.”

Full Name: Des Carriedo

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Sexuality: Pansexual

Birthday: August 27

Star Sign: Virgo

Height: 194 cm (roughly 6'4)

Eye color: Pale teal

Hair color: Dark brown fading into grey tips

Homeland: Land of Hot Sands

Dorm: Ramshackle (formerly Heartslabyul)

Club: Horseback riding club

Year: 2nd

Best Subject: Music

Worst Subject: Ancient curses

Favorite Food: Sea Salt Ice Cream

Likes: His sisters(Lyss and Ire), art, music, poetry, sculpting, theater, old literature, flowers, the night sky, baking, and helping Yuu

Dislikes: His parents, seeing Lyss overexert herself, forced physical activity, cruel people, people who use others, dried out paint tubes and controlled creativity/"having to do things by the book"

Hobby: Sketching his dormmates

Personality: Soft spoken, poetic, loyal, when drawing/creating his expression is blank. He may seem stand off-ish but it is because he tries to be respectful

Unique Magic: Cálmate- the ability to quell someone's emotions if he touches them with all 5 fingers. Can be used on people overblotting, though it is dangerous. He takes the person's built up emotions two fold. He can build up several emotions but it becomes more taxing on his mental state. He does art to expell these extra emotions

Trivia

The younger brother of Lyss Carriedo and Ire Carriedo

His UM opposes hers (she riles herself up and he calls her down)

Is friendly with the ghosts of ramshackle and school portraits

He's pretty neutral about his emotions so his personal emotions may seem a mystery to the fact that if they belong to him or not.

Was scouted by the Solstice Watchers for his UM

Transfers to Ramshackle after the Heartslabyul chapter due to Lyss pushing him to not always worry about her

Is seen as a prodigy in both magic and creative skills

Is the main creator of all the new decor Yuu adds to Ramshackle

Made his own piercings though Lyss did his piercings

Calls everyone Miss/Mister/Mx for respect so he uses last names mainly (if they have one) regardless of if they are younger than him

Was a club suit when in Heartslabyul

Is very "disney princess" with being good with animals and children

In the Japanese dub, Lyss is "onee-san" and Ire is "onee-sama"

His horse is named Ava

While he bakes a lot for his dormmates, he doesn't have a sweet tooth

His eyes change colors based on the emotions he takes from others. If his eyes are brown to black he may be close to passing out from too many strong emotions

Has a large michelangelo-esque tattoo on his back

[the-flower-ranchers]

The Flower Rancher's Askblog family 😋🤟

*This post will be linked in the pinned post, and will be updated :D*

🌸: Its 🌸!!!!!I have white hair with purple ombre, forest green eyes and I'm a selkie! My outfit is red leather jacket with blue and yellow patches ontop of a black tank top. I have see through leggings with star patterns on them with Jean shorts on top! Idrk my personality but I guess you can tell I'm near by with trails of rose petals and the distinct fragrance of rosewater and rosemary.

💥:BOO!! ITS💥but uhh my character has short white hair and is a allay turned vex. she has tiny itty bitty webbed wings that aren't really attached to her but she can make them appear at will with vex magic and a long scarred up tail. she has sharp teeth and a silver fang to replace one of her canines and wears a long tattered and stained grey skirt that goes from her left ankle to her right mid-thigh. she has a loose shirt in the the same worn out condition that slips off her one of her shoulders :3 also since she's allay turned vex she has a verryyyy strong fascination with crystals/gemstones/shiny things (she messes with tangos flame all the time)

💜: I’m 💜! My favorite color is purple obviously, therefore my life is mostly purple jsjsjjs, I’ve got medium length purple hair and bangs! I’ve also got pointy ears with a single piercing on my left one, I wear all kinds of clothes but I prefer comfy ones for day to day life, I’m a shapeshifter so I love having wings, they’re a mix of teal and purple feathers. As for my personality,, I would say I’m a curious but polite person, if not a bit shy, I’ve mentioned before I love Apple pies and I would love to get a tattoo of a cat!

🦋: Just here to pop by from time to time (no character)

🌱: 🌱 as goat features such as brown legs, tail and hears ! They use any prounons but they/them is their default :3 they have split dye, having blond for the top of their head ending in a ponytail blue for the lenght under the ponytail and 2 braids on each sides (lots of hair damn) they have ligth tanned skin and most of the Time wearing a sweater and short overhalls. Their eye are blue too !

🦝: My character has dark brown hair styled in a pixie cut, brown eyes, freckles, and a blank expression. their outfit consist of a black under shirt, a random shirt, a jacket or green hoodie, a red side bag with a white cat design,either offside headphones with a wing design or a brown and off white hat, black shoes or green boots, and old jeans with big pockets. They're a shapeshifter who either takes the form of a raccoon hybrid or an avian. They're quite shy at first meeting but the closer they are to someone the more open and energetic they are. They like being in the trees and are open found there.

🐸: Hey! I’m 🐸. I have short curly brown hair, with green streaks. I have four small wings on my head that most of the time I cover my face with. I’m (unfortunately) fairly short, and use my long tail to boost my height. Oh, and I also have bird legs!

🦊: i have shoulder length light cream hair with darker ends with a black bramble crown of sorts, I have a deep red eye colour and a black bead necklace. I wear a cream long sleeve shirt with a red jacket threat falls off one shoulder and black purple tinted cargo pants. and last of all I have large cream and red wings

🐦🔥: Dawn uses she/it pronouns and is a totally normal human... Yes normal... Dawn has green eyes and short brown hair that she sometimes dyes other colors. It wears a black hoodie that fade to dark blue and has a few embroidered stars on it. Her pants are a dark gray and slightly torn. It also wear black fingerless gloves. Dawn usually has her hoodie's hood up. It also squints a lot and has a few scars (an big one of her face from a creeper and a few random arrow ones from skeletons.) .

🪷:

🍁: hi, i’m 🍁! i use it/its pronouns. i wear a very large cloak, so the most you’ll ever see of my clothing is a dark red sleeve when i reach out with my arm. my cloak is made of leaves! specifically the kind of leaves that my emoji is: 🍁 leaves. my face is also mostly shadowed because of my cloak, but you can see my eyes bright and clear- they’re yellow. i have a fear of heights but a love for birds, and i like collecting things and giving gifts - mostly rocks and plants, or animal bones. and i love hugs :)

🎀: hiiii it’s 🎀! my character uses she/her, she has mid back length black hair and she’s a wolf! :3 she wears a pink off the shoulder sweater with a white lacy top underneath, a plaid skirt, stockings, leg warmers and mary jane shoes!! she’s very bubbly and silly :D

🌷:i'm small size of like a pixie or small farie because that what i am, I have a few earrings that dangle off my pointy ears, I dress in clothes that are reminiscent of plants, but my main outfit is a light green off-the-shoulder knee-length floral flowy dress and a pair of brown wedge sandals, my hair is pretty long very light brown that has a small purple flower crown that sits on top it, and I have pale skin and purple shear wing

🐠:I’m 🐠 I have light blue hair and purple eyes and I look like a normal person on land at least In water I’m a blue and purple fish

🪶: im 🪶 i use He/They and i enjoy art and playing the piano. Im often found in the fields or the trees nearby. I will steal your food i am a scavenger and will steal your trinkets as well.

🦇: Hi there! I'm 🦇. I have long, brown scruffy hair with the ends blue and hazel eyes . I have large green and blue moth wings and antennae. I wouldn't say I'm shy, but I keep to myself a lot. Also I'm very sarcastic.

🦉:I'm a swallow-tailed kite avian: i have the back wings and tail. I also have shoulder length, straight black hair and bright blue eyes

⭐️: Hello!! Im ⭐:] I have short almost black hair, fading into green. Im always wearing a flannel, underneath a pair of torn up overalls, and some scuffed light blue converse. I have white wings, likely Dove wings, but who knows. Sometimes I'll just kinda appear from behind things, dont question how i got there. My accent is a bit southern, but only if you listen.

🌈: 🌈 Has curly rainbow colored long hair, brown skin with rainbow swirls all over their body, a red hoodie, yellow shirt, green skirt, blue leggings, and rainbow sneakers. They're also covered in accessories. Hair clips, bracelets, leg warmers, and necklaces.

🪲:

🫧: I'm 🫧! I use she/her pronouns, and I'm a Warped Mutant! My skin is warped fungus blue, and my eyes glow with a shroomlight orange hue. My hair is dyed a dark purple, and I have pointed ears decorated with several golden piercings. When I shift into my full mutant form, I gain a whip-thin tail with a pointed barb, all my teeth sharpen, my pupils narrow like a cat’s, my fingernails turn into claws, and demon horns sprout from my head! I can also partially shift whenever I feel like it. I speak Nether, Enderman, and Common fluently. One of my biggest passions is dancing—I could do it all day! Oh, and I'm 58 years old.

(Lastly, please do not use any of the following emojis as your sign off, because I like using them for tone expression 😅✨️💅🤟)

[retrospective-d3c-a--y]

OC LIST

As title implies, just an of list^ will try and add links as I go (hoping eventually this will be so long each oc I have needs their own post list! so! send em in!)

All ocs will be tagged on each of their involved post as follows: "#RD- [Name]" .

"Aegius" - A391U5 [Story Link] it/its via programming > grows to like he/him

Android 391- Unit 5 A pink android with eyes that change slightly depending on the program as follows: Grey- Blank, Basic program. Obedient and obeying, the system comes blank and easy to reprogram to fit the needs of any owner! Bash its head in or take it on a walk to show off to friends, this pet is incapable of disobeying and fighting back. Mind you, this program is unspecialized and may fall short if you have specific needs! Blue- Advanced math and science program. This is a specialized program for scientists and engineers of all degrees. Need a test dummy or subject or even a henchmen to carry out specific combinations for key result? This program is for you! This program will have your robot doing anything to help with your endeavors, its key command of science. Pink- Romantic program. Looking for a more durable romantic-pet? Satisfy your needs with this programing! It will do anything to do what you decide is "good"- just be careful, as this programming may cause some disobedience if not commanded properly ;) Don't worry, our patrons seem to like that. Purple- Oh no :( Unfortunately your device has been corrupted. You shouldn't try and shove new programming into these bots without first decoding old programming! You cant know what this robot will do with such messed up programming. We advice you terminate your bot and return it to our labs and get a new and improved updated item from our catalog.

[Placeholder 1 Name] - Backstory HERE! Regenerative, Immortal, Winged Whumpees. KID WHUMP TW!

Orion (He>It), Adult

Winged-Humanoid with massive brown and grey wings and birdlike legs. His hair is ash brown, greying from the trauma he's enduring. In most storied his hair is long and bluntly chopped off as allowed, but he likes his hair rather short as he hates his hair being grabbed and thinks it helps (spoiler alert.. you can still grab short hair </3). Once he'd been torn apart enough, he does scar. His regeneration is slow and painful, and although he does black out, hes never allowed to "die". He doesnt know what to think of himself most of the time. Pessimistic of all beings on earth, he doesn't believe that he was meant to be tortured and hurt like he is, but ponders why.. why is he allowed to live on like this. If there was a being above, wouldn't they want to stop this? Ellie, his kiddo, is the only star in his life. He loves her dearly and uses his own blood to feed her when they need to. He'll do anything to keep her safe.

I will rp nsfw, whump, comfort, the works with Orion. Anythin, just send stuff on in.

Ellie (She/They>It), Child

Blue eyed wonder, she is. Light brown hair and white and brown baby feather adorn her ting little body. Her hair is short, soft, and warm brown. She has a scar on her throat from the repetitive destruction and removal of her vocal cords. She knows nothing of safety in life... of hope... of the sky, ocean, or sea her dad sometimes mumbles about. But she will always love her dad..

All roleplaying with her will have her set at newborn age to age 5. You can threaten Orion with her in any way and torture her, but do not send me ask box stuff actually having her partake in any sexual activity. Infact her whump should be more like a plot point than a focus point ^^;. Thank you in advance.

[dynamic-k]

You said Vic's birthday was shortly after he got arrested. Did Alan, Chosen, Dark and/or Second do something special to celebrate this? Did anyone do something for his birthday???

Please say yes-

Also, is Ballista still pixilated in Super Sticks??

Like- are all the mercenaries appearing like they are in canon? Primal is crayony-pencily like, Ballista is pixils, Agent has sunglasses, and Hazard is a walking bathroom sign???

I'm trying to imagine it in Super Sticks and my mind is drawing a blank.

Best wishes, because it's been less than 24 hours since I said have a great day,

-R

No no, I said before he was arrested. While he was still running Rocket Corp.

O w O' I sorta had the idea of making a Bonus Feature at one point but... It was a pretty boring birthday as he was mostly alone and didn't tell anyone it was his birthday.

And his relationship with Primal was still rocky and Ballista was in jail and Agent and Hazard were both living elsewhere and didn't know if they should make a visit or not, though I think they would end up sending a card or something at least. They'd celebrated Vic's birthday previously, so they know it was the day which it was.

Super Sticks is definitely an ambiguous design, I'll say that much. You ever watch anime and sometimes the style randomly changes and everyone is a short chibi-like character before it goes back to the more complex normal design?

Something like that happens in Super Sticks...? Like, Second can both be seen as the young kid he is with human features like hair and ears and such, and he has a 2-inch in circumference orange circle under his left eye/above his left cheek. And he can also be seen as "orange hollowhead stick figure" and the story describes him as such.

A weird, back and forthing happens, I suppose. Call it my way of saying, everyone's fanart is lovely. U v U

Ballista is... in a similar boat, I would say. He is pixellated like in canon for the most part, and yet not at other times? I dunno, I don't think I ever had a clear picture or envisionment of him in my head before, I... just write. XD

Primal, I have a much clearer depiction of, however. Her shape is that of a tall woman with broad shoulders and long hair restrained in a ponytail. Her skin color is scribbly and moving, as in canon, and her eyes have white coupled with the same tone of brown as her skin. Hair is also the same brown, and she typically wears tan-colored attire or another brown shade though typically much lighter than herself.

HAZARD!! HE ACTUALLY IS SPECIAL in the designs regard, because he- nsnjdecrkwnevj! I made a little sketch actually- hwfkjvkewv

I- You're not allowed to see my horrible sketch right now- wjrekvnkwjenbkweacv

Okay. Compromise.

I uhh

A month or so ago, I showed my embarrassingly horrible sketch to my brother Keegan, and helped describe Hazard, and he drew me something a whole lot better. That, I'll show.

His eyes are a nice golden color, and he wears grey plaid.

There is a more human version and then a stick version.

I consider SuperSticks!Hazard to be very muscular, easy on the eyes, and he has a certain mysterious charisma due to his lack of speaking for the most part.

I love my little artist siblings, hehe

:3

Thank you for the ask!!

[dismalzelenka]

Febuwhump 2 - Solitary Confinement

Context for this one: Miriam's been subsumed by Hadar as a consequence of betraying her pact and has been brought back by her sister with some questionable divine help.

Her magic is volatile, and there's a lot of holes in her memory, and even though Eleanor checks on her every day, she doesn't remember the visits.

This contains spoilers for one of the available companion endings.

Pairing: Gale/Tav

CW: briefly mentioned failed suicide attempt

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"It didn't work." Eleanor stands at the altar, arms crossed as she wills Gale's avatar to come face her. She's found he tends to appear faster if she kneels, but this time, she refuses to offer him that courtesy, not when he owes her a massive explanation.

He answers with a faint whoosh, the charged scent of Karsite magic rippling in the air as he materializes before her. It's an odd space Eleanor occupies these days, because by all conventional definition, this is the god she worships, if it could even be called that. She prefers to consider them allies in pursuit of a common goal, but she supposes the nature of her divinely inherited powers these days doesn't particularly care about that little nuance. Sometimes, she thinks, neither does Gale.

"Explain," he says. "I sense her presence here, so I assume something must have gone according to plan."

"I've reconstructed her body using the theories we've discussed, it's true." She pauses, studies the body language of Gale's avatar in fascination. She wonders idly how many people in this life have had the experience of playing sister-in-law to a god. "Her mind is in tatters. I fear the Far Realms have taken something from her that cannot be recovered."

Gale's avatar ripples, becomes more corporeal, shrinking into something deceptively human. His skin loses its lustrous pallor, his eyes fade into their old soft brown with a tiny smattering of wrinkles at their edges. Grey streaks thread through his hair. In this form, he almost looks kind. "Show me."

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Miriam doesn't know how long she's been in this room. It's a familiar room, familiar beyond the fact that she's been trapped here so long she can feel her mind unraveling. The clock above the polished mahogany desk circles the same hour every hour, and try as she might, she can't seem to keep track of the minutes that it does measure.

She's tried writing them down, but the parchment always vanishes when she puts it down; and she's tried holding onto it, but her mind wanders so erratically that she forgets what its doing in her hand within seconds of rolling it up. She's tried carving notches in the wall, too. That would have been an effective solution, except at times she finds herself carving them into other shapes, and by the time she comes back to herself, the orderly rows of lines she's been carefully curating has become a jumbled mess.

The worst is the silence. It presses in on her like a vise clamped around her ears. Sometimes she screams to break it -- obscenities, hysterical laughter, poorly recreated songs she only remembers a handful of words at a time -- but inevitably all that does is break her more when she runs out of sounds.

There is a balcony on the far side of the room. Sometimes she steps beyond the doors and finds herself looking across a harbor she doesn't recognize. She'd tried to throw herself over it into the water below, once, but there is an invisible enchantment that ripples with power that locks her in. Sometimes the sunlight is soothing. Mostly, it's another reminder that she's lost something she cannot wrap her mind around.

There is a blank section of the far wall that once housed a bookcase she's long since torn down piece by piece in sporadic fits of rage. Now there is only a messy scrawl of black ink across the stone:

my name is miriam my name is miriam my name is miriam my name is miriam MY NAME IS MIRIAM MY NAME IS MIRIAM

How many times can she repeat a name before it, too, becomes lost in the endless wash of history that refuses to straighten into an order that makes sense?

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"You've locked her in my old study?" Gale almost sounds amused as Eleanor leads him to the scrying screen she's installed beside the door. "You do know this is where her entire plight began."

Eleanor clamps down on a familiar ripple of annoyance. "If you'd been paying attention, you'd know it's also the only room warded heavily enough to weather her outbursts of magic. I require further testing to be sure, but I suspect the traces of the True Weave in her blood are directly at odds with the magic that brought her back." Your magic, she thinks darkly to herself. "It took me three weeks to restore your old bedroom after she spent one night in there."

"Curious." He runs a hand along the scrying screen, and Eleanor wants to scream at how detached he sounds. She barely stifles a cruel, vindicated laugh when he jumps at the sound of something slamming against the door.

"Let me out!" Miriam screams. "Please! You can't keep me alone in here forever!" Her sobs never get any less heart wrenching. "Is anybody out there??" Then the pounding begins anew, and Eleanor steels her heart against what always comes next.

"When was the last time you saw her in person?" Gale asks, and with each blow that rattles the wood as Miriam throws herself against the door, his porcelain visage finally begins to crumble.

"This morning," Eleanor says. She means to sound as detached as he always does, means to try to hurt him with how little he's made her care, but her words come out as a choked whisper. "She never remembers me."

[idontknowanametouse]

Genshin cringe headcanons part 7: other Liyue people

This post reclaims the term "cringe". If you use it as an insult or feels triggered by it, please DNI

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Name: Ajax/Tartaglia/Childe

Gender: trans man, he/him

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically russian, white, pale, strong, ginger hair, blue eyes, many freckles through his body, strabism, many scars through his body

Age: 25

Sexuality: gay

Personality: proud, trusting most of the times, excentric, easily dedicated, kind to children

Area of greatest ability: Fighting, acting

Kins: foxes, sea, squishy things

Family: Anton, Tonia, Teucer (biological lil siblings) Xinyan, Hu Tao, Qiqi (found family)

Relationship status: dating Zhongli

Friends: Wanderer, Beidou, Chongyun, Gaming, Xiangling, Xingqiu, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yun Jin

Disabilities: strabism, autistic, ADHD, lack of iron deficiency

Belief: believes the Tsaritsa with ortodox-catholic practices

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Name: Qiqi

Gender: demigirl, she/they/it/zombie/cold

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, thin, looks very ill, grey skin, skeletic face, dark circles, small, long lilac braided hair, blank eyes

Age: chronologically 507, physically, psychologically and mentally 6

Personality: calm, polite, naive, very serious for their age, is seen as “quirky”

Area of greatest ability: biology, herbology

Kins: pastel colors, zombie, Dreams

Family: Zhongli (adoptive dad) Ganyu, Xiao, Xinyan, Hu Tao, Albedo, Klee, Kaeya, Diluc (adoptive older siblins) Ajax (found family)

Friends: Yaoyao, Diona, Nahida, Sigewinne, Sayu, Paimon, Ningguang, Baizhu, Shenhe, Xianyun, Yanfei, Keqing

Disabilities: autistic semi-verbal, arthritis, short-term memory, breathing issues, uses an oxygen tank

Belief: does not believe in anything specifically, but has buddhist practices on zombies day-to-day life

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Name: Shenhe

Gender: transfem parawoman, she/they/ice/snow/winter

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, has albinism, tall, very muscled, has long white braided hair, clear eyes

Age: 33

Sexuality: asexual lesbian

Personality: soft with certain people, very reclusive, easily irritable, violent, does not know how to act in social situations

Area of greatest ability: Fighting

Kins: winter, crystals, pastel blue, clay, forest, magic

Family: Xianyun (adoptive mother) Chongyun (biological nephew) Ganyu (found family cousin)

Relationship status: dating Yelan

Friends: Beidou, Hu Tao, Qiqi, Xiangling, Xiao, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yun Jin, Zhongli

Disabilities: autistic semi-verbal, depression, PTSD, chronic pain, uses sign languages sometimes to comunicate, wears orthosis on joints

Belief: believes Rex Lapis and has taoist-like practices

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Name: Zhongli/Morax/Rex Lapis

Gender: cis man, he/him

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, tall, brown skin, long brown hair he keeps tied up, brown eyes, a few wrinkles around his eyes

Age: chronologically 6130, physically 42

Sexuality: asexual gay

Personality: calm, reclusive, polite, protective, has an inclination for nostalgia, regrets things he did in past

Area of greatest ability: way too many.

Kins: does not has kin as he is the concept itself of what he would kin, but supports his friends and family who do.

Family: Ganyu, Xiao, Xinyan, Hu Tao, Qiqi (adoptive children) Albedo, Klee, Diluc, Kaeya (found family children) Venti (found family nibling) Shenhe (found family niece) Xianyun, Makoto, Ei, Kuni, Nahida, Furina (found family)

Relationship status: was in a QPR with Guizhong while she was alive, is now dating Childe

Friends: Baizhu, Beidou, Chongyun, Gaming, Keqing, Ningguang, Xiangling, Xingqiu, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yelan, Yun Jin

Disabilities: autistic, arthritis, diabetes, chronic back pain, uses a cane to walk.

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Name: Xiao/Alatus

Gender: agender, it/its

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, pale, small, black and green hair, black eyes, dark circles, many scars through its body

Age: chronologically 2079, physically 19

Sexuality: aroace

Personality: reclusive, resistent, socially awkward, gets everything it puts its mind on done, tries not to care but cares deeply

Area of greatest ability: Fighting, music

Kins: neon green, black, floral objects, crystals, gems, paint, clouds, wind, music

Family: Venti (found family cousin) Ganyu, Xinyan, Hu Tao, Qiqi (adoptive siblings) Zhongli (adoptive father) Itto, Yanfei, Shinobu, Yelan, the yakshas (found family siblings)

Relationship status: single

Friends: Chongyun, Shenhe, Xianyun, Yaoyao, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Klee

Disabilities: autistic, depression, insomnia, fibromyalgia, intrusive thoughts

Belief: believes Rex Lapis but does not has any specific practices

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Name: Yaoyao Maö

Gender: trans girl, she/bun/green

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, black, brown eyes, brown braided curly hair

Age: 8

Personality: polite, very smart for her age’s standards, curious, very attached to buns daily life, kind, caring.

Area of greatest ability: botany, biology

Kins: does not has kin but supports others who do!

Family: Xiangling (biological big sister) Wanmin (biological dad) Yanfei (adoptive cousin) madam Ping (adoptive grandma) Xianyun, Shenhe, Xiao, Ganyu (found family)

Friends: Baizhu, Beidou, Ningguang, Qiqi, Childe, Zhongli, Diona, Klee, Paimon, Sayu, Nahida, Sigewinne

Disabilities: autistic, dyslexia

Belief: believes Rex Lapis and has taoist-like and buddhist-like practices on greens daily life

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Name: Baizhu

Gender: transmasc nonbinary, he/they

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, brown skin, black hair dyed green, brown eyes

Age: 38

Sexuality: gay

Personality: learns easily, kind, sassy, gets things done as soon as they can, might be very agressive when he wants to protect

Area of greatest ability: pharmachology, medicine

Kins: writing, squishy things, snakes, nature, plants, green, clay

Family: none

Relationship status: single

Friends: Zhongli, Qiqi, Yaoyao, Ganyu, Shenhe, Xiangling, Xiao, Xianyun, Yelan, Yun Jin

Disabilities: OCD, chronic pain, uses a wheelchair, Changsheng is a support animal

Belief: believes the adepti and has buddhist-like practices

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Name: Xianyun

Gender: cis woman, she/they

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, white skin, grey hair, blue eyes, tall

Age: chronologically 4564, physically 60

Sexuality: aroace

Personality: dedicated to her work and duty, polite, competitive, caring even though they doesn’t show it, likes kids

Area of greatest ability: Fighting, caring for

Kins: has not kins but supports her family on theirs

Family: Shenhe (adoptive daughter) Chongyun (adoptive nephew-grandson) Ganyu, Gaming (found family niblings)

Relationship status: single

Friends: Zhongli, adepti, Xiao, Baizhu, Hu Tao, Qiqi, Miko, Xiangling, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yun Jin

Disabilities: autistic, Tourette’s

Belief: believes Rex Lapis, does not has any specific religious practices

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Name: Xinyan

Gender: genderfluid, she/he

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, black, chubby, brown eyes, dark brown afro hair in two buns

Age: 18

Sexuality: polysexual

Personality: easily exciting, persistent, bold, loud, kind, likes kids

Area of greatest ability: music

Kins: summer, sand, fire, red, glitter, guitars

Family: Zhongli (adoptive dad) Ganyu, Xiao, Hu Tao, Qiqi (adoptive siblings) Ajax (found family)

Relationship status: in a colorful friendship with Yun Jin

Friends: Fischl, Kazuha, Mona, Xiangling, Beidou, Yanfei, Keqing, Barbara

Disabilities: ADHD, anxiety, chronic migraines

Belief: believes Rex Lapis, but doesn’t really care about him

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Name: Yun Jin

Gender: transfem demigirl, she/they/fluff

Pictures of Character:

Appearance: ethnically chinese, chubby, dark skin, brown eyes, black long braided hair

Age: 18

Sexuality: asexual lesbian

Personality: learns easily, friendly, polite, graceful, gets easily embarassed when in front of few people

Area of greatest ability: music

Kins: squishy stuff, painting

Family: Yun-Han clan

Relationship status: in a colorful friendship with Xinyan

Friends: Baizhu, Ganyu, Keqing, Ningguang, Barbara, Shenhe, Childe, Xiangling, Xianyun, Xiao, Xingqiu, Yanfei, Yaoyao, Yelan, Zhongli

Disabilities: autistic

Belief: is agnostic, but has a phew buddhist-like practices on her daily life

[writingwarmupsofthedamned]

I am the doll maker.

Macabre as some children can be, not every child wants to have glass eyes rolling around on their night stand, disembodied and directionless.

My sister was like that. She'd found three of them, one red, one brown, one blue. She'd try to cover them up, put them in a drawer. Once, she let the blue one roll right off the edge of the night stand and crack on the wooden floor.

The next morning she woke up and couldn't see out of her right eye. Her eyes had been blue, but one has been grey ever since that day, though some sight has returned to it.

So, I made her a doll. It was a plain thing, just sewn together from scraps and stuffed with grass, but it worked. She named it Lucy, and kept it on the foot of her bed, facing her while she slept. It seemed to make the nightmares go away.

Other parents began requesting dolls for their unwilling children, once my mother started talking. I was sixteen then, and quickly realized if I charged for making these dolls that I might postpone having to go work in the lumber mill with my father for a few years. Perhaps, I could avoid it altogether.

That was some years ago now, and all the children have dolls, depending on the eyes they find. If the child only finds one eye, then I make them into pirates with eyepatches or puppies with floppy ears falling over the blank space where another eye should be. If they find an uneven number of eyes, I hide one at the back of their head, careful to keep the hair from covering it.

One frequently unsupervised especially precocious child has a spider doll.

My workshop is in my bedroom, with all the unfinished works watching me as I sleep. I tried to work somewhere else, but this is where they like it best, I can tell. It was unsettling at first, but I got used to it.

The only thing is that lately, I haven't been able to sleep. Perhaps it's middle age finally catching up with me. I often work late into the night, or roam around the main floor of my house, restlessly picking things up and putting them down when my mind can't settle on an activity.

They don't like it when I don't sleep in my bed.

If I don't get into bed at a reasonable hour or I get up late into the night, I'll leave the room and come back to find my work undone, to find eyes on the floor, rolling around like marbles. Sometimes they'll all be lined up in a row on my desk, staring at the door.

I wonder if our parents and our parents' parents have known this all along. The eyes don't watch us while we sleep because they like it, they watch us to make sure we don't leave their beds.

What happens to the children who leave their beds?

Text: Children who dig in the forest often unearth strange glass eyes. They are presents, the Elders tell us, and we should leave them on our nightstands to keep watch while we sleep.

[gladiatefm]

𝙸    𝙰𝙼    𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻    𝙾𝙵    𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚂    &    𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻    𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶    𝙾𝙽    𝙼𝚈    𝙵𝙴𝙴𝚃 katniss everdeen , district twelve

may calamawy . cis woman . she / her ➶ did you see them ?! they were a volunteer during the 94th games, and you know they were one of my favourites ! it’s katniss everdeen , the thirty six year old winner of the seventy fourth hunger games ! they brought great honour to district twelve and escaped to thirteen during the 94th games ! the world just loved them for being so adaptable , even if they have been known to be stand offish at times .

— 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

full name: katniss everdeen

nicknames: catnip

age: 36

gender / pronouns: cis woman , she  /  her

orientation: heterosexual

cccupation: mentor in the hunger games

home: district twelve

— 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

eye colour: grey

hair colour: brown

build: slim , athletic

height: 5′4″

piercings: none

tattoos: none

distinctive features: fashionable style thanks to cinna

face claim: may calamawy

— 𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈

your story is long, it is harrowing — so let’s keep it to the basics . you thought you would be dead by now, in fact ringing in your thirtieth birthday felt like a fever dream . you looked at the baby sister who towers over you now, who is alive because, in part, of you . you felt something like happiness . 

the games broke you long ago . you are not in the arena anymore, but did you ever really leave it behind you ? it seems hard to deny when you wake up screaming in the middle of the night . your children are old enough to notice now, and you allow peeta to slip from the bed, to comfort them instead of you . it doesn’t matter anyway, sometimes you can’t even look at him for the guilt . he should have a wife who can love him properly, who didn’t sob with fear, with dread when she realised she was carrying his child.

in truth, every day has felt like a slow march to what comes next . you can’t face it, your son grows older each second, he begins to look more like peeta, and you love him so much you can’t bear it . every sound makes you jump, every night brings new terror and you don’t know if you have it in you to be a mother. and then you get pregnant again and dammit — she looks like you .

you’re paraded around each year, brought to the capitol to hand two children over to their deaths . but hey, this is the world, and at least they aren’t your own kids. the word mother doesn’t suit you, but peeta is perfect. peeta is everything. you could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve that boy. you can’t love him the way he wants you to. you can’t admit it to yourself that you do . you avoid him, you’re quiet, you’re withdrawn . does he regret you yet ?

you’re so full of fear, you’re so full of rage . rye turns twelve and it’s inevitable, snow will take what he wants, and he wants you broken . the reaping comes and haymitch, peeta, alexander . . . stood by the stage they hold you in their arms as you shriek, you wail . they say you sound like something dying and you are . your mother looks at you with sympathy, eyes full of grim understanding and you want to slap that look off her face . what does she know about anything ?

 willow is somewhere with prim, your sister guards your daughter from the truth of you when you throw yourself at the peacekeepers, at effie trinket . screaming obscenities that the rest of panem won’t see, but you know that snow is enjoying every second of your breakdown . let them kill you, there is nothing left of you anymore .

you hold rye’s hand on the train, your anger is towards peeta as though he could have done anything about this . how can he stand her ? you’ve heard people whisper, and you don’t blame them when you blank your husband the moment he needs you most .

on stage with caesar flickerman, you do not look at peeta when you step forward . you speak clearly the words that set all of this into motion — i volunteer as tribute . 

season two . . .

the games take you , and the games break you . you fought for rye , tore the arena apart for him — and when they knocked you out , took the tracker from your arm , you awoke to find they hadn't gotten him out .

you are the mockingjay and they have clipped your wings . district twelve is gone . your daughter is missing , your son in the capitol , and you have . . . nothing .

[p0plotte]

Wanderer of The Stars

My Time - Bo En

Minori’s supposed to be the protag but i pnly introduced her here?!/!/ 😭😭..

—•—

Stood atop the school roof top was a girl in grade 7, brown strands of hair falling over her eyes. Her hands behind her back, fingers fiddling with the carefully crafted lovey-dovey envelope she had prepared just for this moment. It was different from the one she prepared the day before, which she had implanted in his locker. It was much more special.

Because if he actually showed up.. it meant he was worth the extra details.

She stared up to the heavens, the fluffy white clouds complimenting the sky which was painted in orange, pink and yellow hues.

Though, the sound of slow footsteps broke her from her trance. Like an eager child she was quick to turn.. and there he was.

She took a nervous step forward, looking the raventte up and down. He was perfect.. stunning, even.

Mysterious, yet beautiful. And as the sun began to set, he became her new light!..

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Black. Pitch black darkness.

That is the color in which the world is coated in. Everything is patterned with black and white lines, greys filling in the blank spaces. Only a day ago the boy known as Asmodeus Rune, the misfit of the school, recieved a note.

One which left a red line through his vision ever since. One which showed him his destiny. His fate. And now, it guided him here. To the meeting point which the letter entailed.

Without a word, yet filled with hesitation, he reached a hand out to hers. Red, red is a girl.

Soon, his black lines overlapped with hers of red, and when together they would create a gradient. Something he’d never seen before.

When red and black meet, they form anew.

“You’re Meguri, aren’t you?”

“Mm! Meguri Haida, I’m in your science class.. I sit behind you.”

Caught off gaurd by the sudden touch her cheeks flared red. The brown haired girl turned her head to the side, gaze hitting the ground.

This far already with little to no words. Had he been paying as much attention to her as she had been to him? She could stare off into space at him for the entire period sometimes, watching as the boy fidgeted with his erasers or pins- drew random scribbles, bounced his knee rhythmically to whatever he had playing on his headphones.

Had he noticed those small things about her as well? Is that why he was able to hold her hands with no strings attached? No .. fear?

“You.. read my note, right?”

“Mm.”

Living his life in the dark, he had never seen this light before. Everyone around him prior to this was covered in the same sickening air, black scribbles feigned their identities from his view. No matter where he turned, he couldnt rely on a single person. Nobody was ever truly there.

Just.. scribbles.

Nothingness wrapped in a pretty bow called society.

“Meguri, will you follow my string of destiny with me?”

His gaze wandered to behind red. The string continued further on from her. Still hand in hand with red, he moved forward till his left hand rested on the railing to the edge of the rooftop.

And that’s where the string ended. Below, red scribbles covered the ground. That was his ending destination.

“You believe we’re soulmates, correct?”

“O-Of course! I wouldn’t have said so if I didnt..”

She gave the other a glance of confusion, grip on his hand tight. She was trusting him with her everything right now.

“Then we share the same fate.” The ravenette turned before holding his arms out like a bird, “Will you commit a double suicide with me, Meguri?”

“H..Huh?..”

She froze and watched as he moved behind her, body once again feeling warmth as he embraced her in a tight hug.

She was silent as he undid the buttons to her cartigan, gaze falling with the ribbon of her uniform.

“You showed me the way.. and it all ends here. We end here.. I dont know why.” He paused, “But I have to go through with it.. I need to know what comes afterwards, or if this is the end.”

His hands wandered from her chest to her hair, slowly he ran his fingers through it and undid the small pigtails which had been so carefully put up with heart pins beforehand.

He removed his shoes, hands now by his side.

“So what do you say, Meguri Haida?”

Saying nothing still, she slowly removed her shoes. Her breath had hitched in her throat. Everything was .. moving in slow motion. This.. couldnt be happening, yet it was. It was all too.. surreal..

But for some reason her body moved without thinking, and as he took her hands in his she simply accepted her fate.

“Goodnight.”

His body went limp, yet as their lines had once overlapped, they soon spread apart once more. He watched as the two grew further and further apart.

Even though she hadn’t gone through with it.. he.. wasn’t upset. More so curious. Was it not both of their fates to die there?

Was her red- somehow different?

Well, either way, in his final moments he savored it. Yes. Red is a girl, the sweet girl who sat behind him in a class of delinquents and cruelties.

The sweet girl who had changed her fate, or so that’s how he chose to see it.

His red.

——-•——-

The splatter and cracking noises which followed the tragedy still lingered in her mind. They were just.. kids!.. Junior High kids with crushes. Why would he do that?

Maybe she was in over her head asking him out when they’d barely talked, but to end his life right there and call it fate?

Was that.. truly what he wanted?

Was it her fault he ended his rope there?

“Idiot..!”

As she stared down from the very same rooftop during the hopeful twighlight, she clutched her side bag.

Now that she could finally face herself here without the feeling of needing to escape.. now she could finally move on. Find a future where he could be proud. Where everyone could be proud.

A future where she would save everyone.

—•—