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[ID copied from alt text: A full body digital drawing of Farrah Sunwood (she/her), a NPC from my D&D campaign, set against a dark red and orange background with yellow bokeh lighting. Farrah is a middle-aged, thin, tan complexion human woman with long black hair tied in a low hanging braid, pale green eyes, a large, healed burn scar on the right (viewer's left) half of her face, and a small slit scar under her left (viewer's right) eye. She is wearing a sleeveless full length gold dress with a layered skirt, as well as a peach shawl hanging off her shoulders, and various bits of gold jewelery. She is posed standing up right and looking at the viewer with a soft smile. End description.]

My players are finally headed to the hometown of our rogue and he's gonna get to see his mama for the first time in over 15 years! So I thought it'd be nice to have a cute lil visual of her to show my players 💙

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CW: mentions of crime, seduction smut, explicit language. MDNI. 3.9K Words.

Carcos was a city to the Northeast of the Red Highway. It was infamously crime-ridden, but the art scene was alive there.

The city was overrun with art galleries hosted by starving painters who were desperate for a leg up against their competition. This Artist Alley was a source of frequent discussion from the wealthier majority of Carcos residents.

The aristocrats argued that the Artist Alley was just a drug ridden, crime infested street that made the City of Carcos look dirty and appear complicit in the Red Highway empires.

Carcos boasted green hills and a proximity to the ocean (though, the beaches were very cold), and the temperatures were typically moderate from April until November.

During the month of June, the temperatures were known to be bizarre as some days would bring monsoons while others would bring heat waves.

It was June 1st, 2019 when she met Arthur Marlowe.

If you ask her what exactly brought her to him, she won’t be able to answer. She was in a daze ever since the murder of Jasper, she didn’t even have a clear memory of leaving Sunwoods to arrive in Carcos.

She just knew that she caught a bus after the funeral, eventually opened her eyes again as she went back onto the Red Highway, and when her mind brought her clarity again…

She was there in Carcos, staring at her reflection in the mirrors of a high fashion store in the city center.

Her hair was still dyed blonde, yet it was getting even longer and she wore a long beige coat. She felt so plain and colorless, she felt so lost and hopeless.

Ever since my baby went away it’s been the blackest day.

She walked through the city streets taking in every bit of it, not sure how long she’d even been there anymore.

Eventually she was standing in the Artist Alley in front of just another art gallery.

This one had her attention though. She scanned the interior through the windows, but her eyes kept returning to a painting of the Red Highway.

She walked up to the door and opened it, walking in. The art gallery was small, with 8 paintings lining the walls, and 4 paintings in the center of the gallery on easels.

Her eyes ran along all the paintings, getting lost in the Red Highway painting. She could hear the motorcycles, but they were so far away now, it had been so long since she had lived that life.

That was when the painter came into the gallery from a staircase that led to what must have been his apartment. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, just looking at her, mesmerized by her.

She was standing with her long blonde hair let down, she wore a black skirt and a white button down blouse under her beige jacket.

Her attention turned to him as his voice broke the silence, “have you been on the Red Highway before?”

She nodded her head, and looked up at him, “my ex was the leader of one of the biker gangs.”

The man was handsome. He was 6 feet tall, with brown eyes and curly blonde hair. He was pale, and had a stubbly beard growing back in.

He wore a paint-stained white button down and khaki pants likewise stained, and he started to smile at the woman, “that’s insane. I’d love to paint your memories of it if you let me.”

She raised her eyebrows for a second, and then seemed to stop to think, before responding, “maybe… Do you think you could make a portrait of me? I don’t think I’ve been photographed in years and never been painted.”

“It’d be my honor, come with me, I’ll be done in less than 30 minutes,” he turned and walked back up the stairs.

“A painting of just my face,” she told him as she followed.

He opened the door into a room with a very comfortable white couch, inviting her to sit down he grabbed an easel from the other corner of the room.

“What are your favorite colors?” He asked curiously, getting painting supplies out of a clear box.

“Red and pink,” she told him.

“What’s your name?” He walked over and started to test his brushes on the canvas.

She was quiet for a second, but her eyes looked up into his eyes, “Ember Conrad. What’s your name?”

“Arthur Marlowe,” he told her, before adding, “but you can call me whatever you want.”

“I’ll think of something,” Ember promised, still posing for the painting.

Arthur finished the painting in a few minutes, he was always so quick with his work, but once he was done, he didn’t immediately tell the girl.

Instead, he sighed, and drew on the canvas again, “Something about your blouse… keeps messing with this…”

“So?”

“Can I move it off your shoulders?” He asked.

“Not without taking of the whole shirt,” Ember responded, staring up at him.

“Let’s do that, then,” Arthur smiled at her and set his paint and brushes down, “I’ve seen my share of naked bodies, I’m a painter…”

He walked up to her and helped her take the shirt off, but she placed her arm to cover her nipples.

He glanced down at her and backed up for a second, before saying, “no that changes your hair in the painting.”

“You just want to see my tits, admit it,” Ember responded, annoyedly looking up at him.

Arthur let out a laugh and held his hands up, “alright, you caught me. I’ll stop, I’ll stop… don’t look at me like you’re going to tear me apart.”

Ember shook her head. She scanned his face, but the man returned to the easel to finish the painting.

She watched him as he walked away, wondering what was going through his head.

Ember’s eyes went to the studio’s door, seeing it was still open and she could still see down the stairs to the Art Gallery.

The girl put her top back on quickly.

She stood up, descended the stairs, and opened the gallery door. She disappeared into the streets, hearing Arthur calling out after her.

…

She returned the next two nights to visit him, and on the third night she sat on the white couch as he painted her.

She had her top off, her breasts exposed to him.

Arthur was mystified by her. He thought she was the most interesting woman in the universe but she didn’t give into him.

She took her time with everything, her big, green eyes would watch Arthur like she was examining him, that night being no different, “I’m afraid of you, Arthur.”

“Is that why you’re always so tense?” the man turned his honey eyes to her.

His face had light stubble that Ember’s eyes ran over, dark eyebrows, and blonde curls. He was pale, but that night the lights were lower in the studio with colored LED lights illuminating the space.

From Ember’s notes:

I couldn’t tell what color he was most of the time.

He was a chameleon, an artist, a God amongst men.

“Paint me, Apollo…” was the only thought that entered my mind.

“You’d call me tense?” Ember asked, tilting her head slightly as she stared at him, “you’re staring at my breasts after meeting me only three times. You want something else from me.”

“I want so much from you I could explode,” he admitted, and the lights were orange, his skin was dazzling, but he kept painting.

When he turned his eyes to her, Ember uncrossed her legs slowly, letting her knees touch, “I don’t think that’s fair to me.”

Arthur’s eyes moved to her knees, moving along her curves, pausing to breathe and he let out a chuckle, “I wish I could be fair to you. Could you forgive me if I couldn’t?”

“No,” Ember shook her head, and she stood up.

“Don’t go,” he stood up just as quickly, moving to her.

She put her hands up, he stopped in his tracks, “Don’t touch me.”

“Okay, I won’t touch you, I swear. I’ll be fair, I’m sorry, please sit…” his voice was panicked, and he walked back to the painting, “Just stay…”

But if I had you that would be the only thing I’d ever need.

As his back was to her, Ember stepped out of her skirt, and pulled her thong up by the waistband.

He turned around at the easel, and looked at her panties, “skimpy… I wouldn’t have expected that from the classy business lady.”

“Do you make a living assuming things about people?” Ember cocked her head,

Arthur laughed, but he continued with the painting as he responded, “I wouldn’t have to be presumptive if you’d just tell me more about yourself.”

“I did just tell you I was afraid of you. You didn’t even acknowledge it,” the young girl responded, turning her eyes away from the man as his eyes were on the canvas.

When he looked up, he cleared his throat, “no, look me in the eye… Maybe I’m scary, but how can I stop being scary if I don’t know anything about you?”

She turned her eyes back to the man, “why is there always something hot between us? Is it the way you look at me?”

“If I could have you now, I’d paint you in other ways,” but the man shook his head, his eyes dropped as they trailed the girl’s body, “you’re distracting me.”

“Either give me what I want, or stop distracting me and tell me more about yourself while I paint,” Arthur pressed his paint brush to the canvas, but his eyes trailed back to the girl.

“I don’t even know what you want to hear,” was the girl’s response, and her eyes left his.

Something came over Arthur, because he returned to Ember, and knelt down at her feet, “look in my eyes… I can’t get over your eyes. Where were you born?”

“On an island among clear tropical waters,” she answered coyly, her eyes focusing on his, “I told you I didn’t want you touching me.”

“No wonder you’re so beautiful, you’re not from Heliosea,” Arthur chuckled, but he reached his hands to take hers, “you said that earlier, I thought you had changed your mind.”

Her hands were in his, and she made note of how tough his hands were, glancing at the paint stained fingers, “I just said it a minute ago and I definitely didn’t tell you I changed my mind.”

“Pull away, then,” the man teased, his grip only tightening around her smaller hands, “I’ll let you go if you do.”

“I doubt that,” the girl let out a laugh, pulling her hand away which only brought Arthur closer to her, “see? You’re such a liar.”

“Am I wrong for wanting you?” the man asked, but his face disappeared into the girl’s neck, littering kisses along the exposed flesh.

“I think so,” Ember moaned softly, her head tilted as the feeling of his kisses filled her tummy with butterflies.

He created a trail of kisses from her neck down to her breasts, where he stopped to suckle on her nipples and hold her breasts, “I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I’ve wanted you since we met.”

Her eyes rolled back slightly as she sunk into another moan, “Arthur… you do this with all your models… with all the girls you find off the street… I won’t be another whore.”

His lips trailed down further, and his fingers moved to take off her panties.

As soon as he removed her panties she pulled her legs away from him, and he defended himself, “I don’t do this with all my models. Do you want me to tell you my body count or something?”

“No!” Ember shook her head, and she stood up off the couch, “get an STD test, maybe I’ll consider it then.”

Arthur nodded his head, but reached for her, “don’t go, Ember. I won’t touch you, just stay with me.”

The girl stopped Arthur before he could touch her again, and she slipped back into her skirt as the man watched her ass get covered, “you’re way too burnt up. I don’t want you getting ahead of yourself.”

He watched as she put on her top, hiding her breasts and slipping back into her jacket. Her eyes met his and he held his breath, “I’m not burnt up.”

“You’re burning up just saying that,” Ember walked towards him and kissed him on the lips once.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in further, adding his tongue and parting her mouth. She moaned, but she pushed him off when they both started getting too hot.

Ember was panting as she stared up at him, “Don’t… No more… I’m leaving, Arthur… Good night.”

“Come over tomorrow night, I’ll get a rapid test. I will tell you my history too if it would make you feel more comfortable. I want you, I’ll do anything,” the man swore, kissing her again.

She pulled away quickly, “keep my panties. That should be enough.”

With that, the girl disappeared again.

…

Ember did not return on the fourth night. Instead, she returned on June 5th and Arthur ran down to greet her.

The girl opened her mouth to speak, but Arthur kissed her first, holding her face as he spoke, “I thought you wouldn’t come back. I’ve been waiting for you since yesterday.”

“I don’t believe you,” Ember pulled away from the tall man, but she walked up the stairs into his studio as he followed hot on her trail.

He grabbed her arm when they entered the apartment, and he flipped her to face him, “believe me, believe me… I’ve wanted to be around you every day since I met you.”

“Stay here, don’t go anywhere else,” he begged, his hands going to her jacket and removing it. He set it aside on the couch, and looked at her, “I got my results. I can give them to you.”

Ember looked up at the man, “don’t expect me to just sleep with you after you show me the results.”

“Alright,” he walked to the kitchen and grabbed the results off the counter, returning to Ember, “here.”

She looked through all the results, everything negative. It was from the same doctor that Ember had gone to, so she pulled her results out from her purse, handing them to him.

Arthur tossed hers aside without a care, “please… Let me paint you again.”

The girl nodded her head and looked up at him, “why don’t you take the clothes off for me? I’m ready to be fully nude.”

His eyes lit up, the lights a red and orange interchanging as he approached. Arthur greedily detached all her clothing, until the girl was standing naked in front of him.

She didn’t move, but she turned her head up to Arthur and let out a shaky breath, “um… you should paint me, now.”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, although his mouth was already hovering over Ember’s.

“No… you don’t know how to restrain yourself…” was all she moaned out, putting her hands up to defend from the big man.

He moved away and grabbed a canvas. He set everything up and sat down, tossing color after color onto the canvas. He was working so quickly, and his eyes studied every inch of Ember’s body with hungry desire.

This painting was his best of the ones he’d made of her. The colors were melting into each other, but everything was so romantic and lucid.

It was through the interchanging warm lights that Arthur was studying her young beautiful body. He was enamored with her after only having met her a few days earlier.

He couldn’t be without her, and as he continued to paint her that feeling only solidified itself.

She was a Goddess melting onto a cloud, her naked body giving life to inspiration and desire within his mind.

He let out a laugh, and sighed, “you’re my muse, Ember… I want to call you Calliope.”

“Who are you then, Apollo?” She asked curiously, her head turning as her eyes met his, “can you play instruments too?”

“If you wanted me to, yeah,” he nodded his head and he completed the painting. Calling her over, “come see.”

Ember got up from the couch and went to his side, standing in front of the painting. Her eyes ran along all the curves of her body put on display by his hungry eye.

She was standing there naked, as he came up behind her. His fingertips gently pressed all along her naked body from her hips up to her breasts.

He was hard against her, but he was still fully dressed.

Her pussy rubbed against his hard shaft, though, sliding along his pants and glancing over her shoulder at him, “careful, Apollo…”

“I won’t be,” and his hands went to his belt, tossing it to the side. He unzipped his pants and fished out his member, “I need you, Calliope…”

“I love the painting,” Ember teased. She turned around and helped Arthur out of his pants, face to face with his 9 hard and throbbing inches.

Her lips spread around his tip, her tongue pressing along the slit of his cock. She looked up at him as she did it, her eyes begging the man for more.

Arthur groaned slightly, letting his head fall back for just a minute, before he turned his attention back down to the girl, “I want to go all the way with you, Ember. I mean that in every way.”

Her eyebrows furrowed together as she moved her head along his shaft, taking him deeper into her throat before pulling away to speak, “what is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean sexually and in all ways. I want you to be mine, I’ll take care of you, you’ll live here with me until I get a bigger place,” the man promised, gripping her arm and lifting her off the ground.

On her feet now, she followed Arthur into the bedroom.

The door was open and there were neon LED strip lights hidden within the room. The environment seemed identical to the living area, and the red-orange lights still interchanged. Music was playing, but neither registered what they were listening to.

What’s important is this evening I will not forget; purple, blue, orange, red, these colors of feeling.

The only sense that existed was sight, so Arthur and Ember were dizzy with one another.

She felt she saw a God, as he lifted her onto the bed, and laid her out. He got on his knees and ate her out, with her voice filling the burning air. She was dizzy, and obsessed with the sensation of his tongue as he used spit to paint all over Ember’s trembling pussy.

Within minutes, the pleasure from his tongue had Ember crying out, “stop, just give me your cock already.”

“I love hearing that,” was his response, as he stood and pushed her further onto the bed. He got on top, placing his throbbing cock against her pulsating, wet opening, “you want just the tip? Or every inch of it?”

“Are you asking me if I can handle you?” she turned her eyes up to him.

He slipped into her, quickly moving all nine inches into her. She gave no friction, her body happily giving into him. The man was drunk off her.

He littered her skin with kisses, leaving hickeys here and there, but focusing most of his kisses on open mouth make out sessions with Ember.

They shared a heat that seemed to weld them together. The edges of their bodies were red and burnt, but they were blending into each other as the sex continued to get hotter.

Ember’s hips rolled along with his deep thrusts, her pussy taking every inch happily as she moaned. She saw again in Arthur a God, and found herself in his garden, “Apollo… you’ve done what I was afraid of. You’ve trapped me.”

“Good,” he chuckled and leaned in, kissing her again with his tongue as his thrusts intensified, pushing harder against her cervix, “the only thing I want is for you to stay. Do nothing but be my muse.”

“Is this nothing?” She asked in between moans, her hips dancing as his thrusts filled her tight hole, “I definitely think you’ll have expectations from me.”

“Definitely not nothing, and who doesn’t have expectations?” He raised his brows and his hands ran along the sides of her curvy frame, “every man I know is grown enough to have expectations.”

“What,” she moaned before she could continue, “what are yours?” Her hands moved to her breasts as as Arthur’s pace quickened and went deeper into her.

“Don’t work. I don’t get out much. I want you here with me,” he explained, as his nine inches spread her with every deep thrust, “be mine, tell me every thing, live here with me, let me fuck you hard several times a day.”

“Several?” Her voice cried out, hands squeezing her breasts as she felt the deepness of his cock, “I don’t know if I could keep up.”

“You definitely can,” Arthur promised, kissing her deeply as he maintained his intense pace, “I think you’re made for this, Calliope. You’re made for me. Be mine, I’ll love you more than anyone ever could.”

“Bold,” she responded.

His thrusts became more aggressive, as his mouth pushed against her lips even more aggressively. She was giving into it, though, her moans revealing her pleasure in the situation.

“Be mine,” he repeated, his big hands wrapped around her little throat, putting pressure on her, “I need you, Ember. We’re twin flames, I know it. Let me take care of you, and let me paint you.”

With his loosened grip, she moaned out, “yes, I’ll be yours.”

He groaned as he kissed her, holding her head and pushing her deeper into the bed as Arthur added more of his weight onto Ember’s squirming body. Within just a few seconds, the man was filling her with his seed.

She panted as she felt it spilling out of her, and as Arthur began to adjust himself, she spoke, “I’d really prefer if you pull out or cum in my mouth going forward. I’m not on birth control.”

“Completely fair,” Arthur commented, but he was starting to slip back into her, “I would take care of you if you were pregnant. That’d be hot.”

“You’re rushing things… I’ll move in with you and I won’t work, but I can’t get pregnant just yet. We need to see how we are with each other,” Ember argued, and started to pull away from the man.

He respected her space and agreed to her boundary.

After that the two made plans for Ember to move in the next day, and soon fell into sleep with each other.

hi huney bunches!! Arthur is hereeee!! so excited

Going to be using regular colored-bold text going forward instead of the "chat" text I used previously.

Trying to make my space nicer to read <3 Lemme know what you thought of this story :))

SONG REFERENCES

The Blackest Day by Lana Del Rey

If I Had You by Adam Lambert

An Evening I Will Not Forget by Dermot Kennedy

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Sad to see Sunwood is leaving, she was a joy to have around.

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Rose County map(s)

Trust me, an actual tourist guide would be far more organized and detailed, and wouldn't even bother to include the upper district beyond the safe zone, but these are numbered based on the order I imagined them (Don't come at me for being so awkward about this, I literally started and finished it yesterday all on just Paint)

Enjoy the weird names club I guess

Close-up just in case

Numbered list :

1- Veggie Farmers Market 2- Cherise Daycare 3- Nowva (5-star restaurant) 4- Sally Roberts County Hospital 5- Albert Caver (supermarket) 6- Thomas and Clara salon (beauty salon) 7- Smith Construction Engineering and Home Repairs 8- Sunday Art Class (private art atelier for kids) 9- Rose County Police stations 10- Flowers and Peeps Motel 11- Rainbow Path bus station 12- Dayshaw Lake Foods (seafood restaurant) 13- Rosanora city (2nd most important city in the county) 14- Stork's Cradle (Birth center and baby hatch) 15- Thrushmount village 16- Pirate's Hook (swimming pool) 17- The Lotus (Asian themed restaurant) 18- Frosty ice creams 19- Planetarium 20- Amusement park 21- Rose County Fire Department 22- Caddie's (confectionery store) 23- Saint Rita Private Catholic Institute 24- Bertha's (supper club and betting shop) 25- Sunwood community farm 26- Nkiru homeless shelter 27- Rosafort city (county seat) 28- Binstry café 29- Halley town ("safe zone border") 30- The Ivory (shopping mall) 31- Deedee's Tavern (tourist restaurant) 32- Chrono Hall (museum) 33- Rose Wendigo Hotel 34- Lasses, Gags and Lads Casino 35- Sandy Snows place (casino, bar and venue)

Here's a districts map by the way

Only a handful of these named businesses will actually be important for the In Mortality story, but I do love some extra worldbuilding

Feel free to send asks if any of this has caught your attention

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-continues to root around in here like a wanton hog- gimme Ellie. Both PROPHECY! and Exordium, where different

putting this under a readmore this time lol

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✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Ellis "Elysium 'Ellie' Grimmsbane" Turley-Sessamine started as just Ellis Turley, because it was the most white, boring, bland name to contrast with their chosen chuuni name, Elysium Grimmsbane. (This ended up being a blunder because I ended up making them Korean on their dad's side, but c'est la vie.)

I ended up shortening their name to Ellie for symbolic reasons (Ellis and Elysium acted in different ways, where Ellie was a synthesis of the two), and they eventually found their birth mom, U'tlunt'a Sessamine.

I use different combinations of their name in different settings. More fantastical settings get Elysium where more mundane ones get Ellis, and so forth.

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Ellie is 13 almost 14 and will tell you the fraction of the year as well. I've also rp'd them in their early 30s once they have kids.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

They have two canon partners, their elf princess girlfriend Nymra Simeon, and their healer goblin boyfriend Mango Sunwood.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

Anything with a ton of sugar, because being half-fey they need a lot more sugar to survive. They're rather infamous for canonically making that pizzadilla cake that went viral on here a while back, but making it even sweeter.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Odd jobs. They ran inventory for a magic shop as a kid, they're in school to become the Night Court Archmage like their birth mom, they're the personal knight for their girlfriend, they're an adventurer, they're a monster slayer, they'll clean your house, they've worked fast food, they're a stagehand, you name it.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Reading doorstopper fantasy novels that use way too many thees and thous. Singing and dancing. Talking over movies. Coming up with elaborate schemes. In Exordium specifically they like to collect unique old scrap junk they find. Though it's probably not actually from before the war, they like to pretend it is.

🎯 -What do they do best?

I genuinely do think their skills lie in both their big-hearted empathetic nature as well as their meticulous planning ability. They're kind of a middling mage and fighter, but their abilities highly depend on their relationships so it's fine.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Ellie HATES swimming and going to the beach and all that. They also don't really like wearing swimwear or skintight/revealing clothing.

They love watching movies and joining clubs.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Any one of their reunions with their loved ones after a long time apart. Any successful plan that goes off without a hitch, with everyone coming home safe and sound.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

They have a few. In Prophecy, it'd probably be the chain of events that led to them giving V'rylla a bit of their soul, tied with them feeling like they contributed to the chain of events that led to Marie's death.

In Exordium so far, it's when they lost their legs, and the whole period of time as they were adjusting to that. They felt like a huge burden on this giant quest that was their own idea, especially not being able to travel on their own.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Nope! Ellie is weird because I was intentionally tweaking their design over the course of their original campaign, Prophecy. They have a slightly different design in all of their aus, and for Exordium as well. They just have such a fun little mix-and-match set avaliable for their various hair/eye/skin colors.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

A large number of things, mainly my own life as a cringe little nerd teen, but also Kaido from Saiki K and Angel from Hatoful Boyfriend. You can still kinda see it in them.

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

They're so versatile, as a chuuni. They're either a plucky and naive young kid in a high fantasy or a kinda cringe weirdo in a non-fantasy.

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Agender (but not really going for perfectly androgynous!) and poly bisexual.

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

1 that they were raised with in Prophecy and 1 adopted sister. Thrandy is their canon half-sibling in Prophecy as well, and Lyth eventually also gets the sibling treatment. In Exordium they are one of a set of triplets, though they still have the canon brother they were raised with. So, anywhere between 1 and 4 depending on your definitions.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

In Prophecy, they're very close with their parents but they started the campaign kind of going through a phase where they thought that they were all boring, which was eventually debunked as they learned more about the world. Their bio dad is their adoptive dad's brother and they were a little frosty towards him at first but warmed up quickly. Their bio mom they were terrified of at first before they knew that she was their bio mom (because their girlfriend Nymra was also very scared of her due to a childhood discipline-related interaction) but after getting to know her, they decided that she was the coolest ever.

In Exordium, they're still pretty close with their adoptive parents, but the relationship is more strained because of the difficult living situation they're in as nomadic junk scrappers. When they eventually find out about their bio parents they're going to be somewhat hurt, but eventually come around about the circumstances of their separation.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I love how many layers and sides to Ellie there are. They really shine in facets. They're fun to angst about, they're fun to do shenanigans with, they're fun to write some serious storyline with, they're fun to use as an excuse to overanalyze things.

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

I don't draw them NEARLY as much as I used to, but I still write for them from time to time because of all the active rps they're still in, in one form or another.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Many times. But never permanently. I just like to scare my friends with the notion.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

They have a fear of deep water. Originally I was going to give them a repressed memory of an almost-drowning. They also canonically had a general fear of vampires due to a repressed childhood incident with one. This also kind of manifested as Ellie simply never behaving normally when forced to interact with the vampire NPCs and enemies in the campaign.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

The trapped angel, V'rylla, is kind of the ultimate enemy in every one of their settings. She always is close to Ellie and often in their head, subtly manipulating them into giving their soul away in pieces to her.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

I made them in 2020ish, so about 4-5 years!

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

I would've been 20!

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Tuesday 15.. January 1839

7 ¾

12 ½

highwish wind in the night and windy this morning – the ground sprinkled over with snow F37° inside at 8 50 and 38° outside at 9 20 the sun being out – Had written my note to ‘Mr. Mackean, Yorkshire district Bank, Halifax’ and went down to breakfast at 9 20 in ½ hour and at my desk at 9 50 – my note to McK- enclosing 2 checks 1 for Mr. Gray = £460 for A- and myself and one to Messrs. William and Francis Ponty (Huddersfield) = £8.12.0 – at accounts till about 11 when A- came for me to go down to Mr. Adam – all a mistake about the lease – but P. and A. will engage to get one or [two] to quit Mr. Lister at their own expense – A- proposed a Mr. Aked as a likely person to look after A-‘s cottages in H-x- good – I advised her to try him at once – they have written to Mr. Bull for the papers I desired to have but are uncertain if I can claim them before paying the bill – should claim them at the time of paying – then stood talking to A- till 12 25 (Mr. A- went away at 11 ¾) having dictated note to Washington to value A- wrote note to SW. to value the hay and dilapidations at the tan house farm – she gave the matter to Mr. Adam to settle with Thwaite of Mr. Rawsons’ Bank – then had the chimney sweeper to see if we had any chimneys to sweep and paid him his bill of 24/. for sweeping 24 minutes at the Northgate hotel as allowed by Mr. Harper – then had A- till 12 50 – off with her at 1 and walked with her in ½ hour as far as the turnpike then left her to go forwards to Cliff hill, and I turned up to Sunwood quarry – Jack Green there getting fence wall stuff and helping George to loaden the same – then to Listerwick – found Robert Mann there – he had been at the hall all the morning about making up the pipes at the north west corner of the west tower – so done that we can easily taken up a flag – get to and force them whenever necessary – took Robert down to the meer to settle about getting the scale there from Listerwick cabin near the water wheel – settled to cart it along Charles Howarths’ field – ordered 20 yards of 1ft. square drain to be made immediately, and to lie under the culvert of the new clow – took Robert round the meer and to the house at 3 20 just after John footman had set off with the 2 ponies (1st time – A- says he did very well – her ride did her good) to Cliff hill for A- then Robert and I looking about the hay-barn and thereabouts – he thinks he could get water into the paddock for the cattle with very little trouble – for £3 or £4 – well then said I, you shall do it – sent Robert off to Turners’ to see about some large fence stuff out of which we might get covers for the meer-drain – came in before 5 – dressed wrote to Mr. Gray with the credit for £460 i.e. £160 on A-‘s account and £300 on my own – i.e. ½ years 4p.c. interest on £1500 due today to the Misses Preston – A- wrote under my letter that her £160 was included in my draft due to Mr. Gray (William senior) today, and that she should be glad to pay the whole principal (£8,000) with the interest next July – then wrote to Messrs. Pontey on the back of the credit payable at the Yorkshire District bank at Huddersfield = £8.12.0 being the amount of their bill from 7 April 1837 to 23 April 1838 – Gave A- to put into the bag my letter to ‘William Gray junior Esquire, Minster yard, York’ and my letter to ‘Messrs. William and Francis Pontey, nurserymen seedsman etc. Kirkheaton Huddersfield post paid’ – dinner at 6 5 – Letter from Mr. Browne artist York to say the next no. of his work on the minster will be out in March – needs be no haste to pay for our tow 1st nos. already received – Letter also 3pp. and under the seal from M- Lawton – she seems pleased with the pen and book knife, and prudently lays aside her scolding style – thinks she shall probably be able to come here before we leave home again - £400 worth of damage done to York minster – no mention of Mr. WC. or the letter or newspaper forwarded (from him) from here – everybody advises her to read Oliver Twist – Mr. Ford has to their great comfort resigned the £300 a year living of Lawton and Mr. Lawton has given it to a young Mr. Tipping – A- read her 2pp. French – coffee and I had read the paper at 9 10 then till 9 ½ wrote all but the 1st 18 lines of today – then skimming over reading the few first chapters of Genesis till near 11, A- writing her journal – then stood talking till came upstairs at 10 55 at which hour F36° inside – wild windy cold day – no William Keighley as he promised – I suppose he thought it too windy to do anything among the trees – F30 ½° outside at 11 ¼ pm – on going to A- found cousin come   sat up preparing napkin for morning and put on stocking tonight

[myxrovuk]

[crungebunge]

Shossa, The Disconnected Lands

CITIES

Floritcher: A very cute and quaint farming town of halflings, kender, and satyrs. Farm plots hold huge pumpkins, squash, and apples - any fruit you want must be here. Tall grasses sway in the breeze and paint the land yellow as far as the mountains. The smell of baking apples and cinnamon fills the air, and the breeze is fresh as laundry. Tall trees break up yellow sunlight into fractured rays, and a babbling brook runs through the town from an old wheat mill. Donkeys and horses carry piles of hay back and forth, and it seems like everyone is outside today.

Indigo: Across the bridge from Catterwalk, lies Indigo. A grey and stony town ruled by a mad and cruel king of Kenku. Surrounded by a dense forest of fir trees. Houses are lifted and birdhouse-like, only birds may enter.

Indus and Revus: Twin-city towns of centaurs, who make beer, ale, and wine. Their strong backs carry flagons and transport grapes, their strong hooves mush grapes and plums and fruit, and their high reach grab fruit from tall trees. On very good standing and know pretty much everything. Surrounded by plains, these centaurs run for miles.

Kipper: A homeland of Leonins, though they are nomadic, this is where their religion takes root. They believe in the 7 Great Warriors, legends from long ago about 7 warriors who overthrew the ruler of Kipper long ago and made a homeland for Leonin kind. They bring offerings, ask to be blessed, get married, and have children inside the city, but live elsewhere. Ruled by Queen Liper, each nomadic tribe has its own leader who reports to her. She is very cruel and cold to outsiders.

Tortuga Bay: A pirate town on the coast full of thieves and robbers, vigilantes and hitmen, criminals and those in hiding. Its a seemingly perpetually-dark, dank city that smells like rotting seaweed and salt. Everywhere, men lay dead or drunk beyond saving. Fights break out in the worryingly swaying bars, people are thrown through windows with panes as thick as ale glasses. Every building represents a different fish - some have long decks with sharp railings like the underbite of an angler, some have fins to withstand the heavy sea winds, and some are outright built in the shape of a massive trout. Nobody rules this lawless land, and honestly, I don't think anyone could.

PLACES:

Purplehart Farm: Vineyard of green, red, and purple grapes that span miles. Inhabited by Halflings and dwarves low enough to pick the grapes.

Grommet Library: A library run by the massive Grommet family, a Harengone family of researchers. It goes several hundred feet into the earth on a cylinder, the center open and the books clinging to the walls as a spiral platform goes all the way down. The top is open in the center, and birds fly in and out.

Lisa's farm: A flower farm.

Forge of the Forefathers: Dwarven forge in the lower center, a huge workplace for the fire dwarves. Red hot and burning lava comes from deep underground and melts iron at molten temperatures. Many weapons are forged here.

Forest of Bones: Dense forest of fir trees and dead, skinny weir-wood trees. Thick with fog, graves, and loose trinkets of those who have gone missing or died suddenly. Huge, spiky rib bones of something massive hang thick moss trails and provide places for birds to nest.

The Sunwood: A sacred religious tree for those who Worship the Goddess of light. A massive tree full of fireflies.

Mountains of Aemog: Huge mountains. Pass of Theodore lets you through, one rickety, decommissioned bridge. Green mountains of dragons, lizardfolk, and moss monsters.

Openlands and Hillplace: Centaur territory, flatlands. Good for running

Forever Pits: pits straight into the earth.

[shiroomo]

Sunwood Yoyogi Nishisando

If walking from the station, it might be a bit difficult in summer. It's about as far as Keio Plaza, but unlike Nishi-Shinjuku, there are no moving sidewalks or roofs. But it's great for strolling in winter, especially Meiji Jingu Shrine from Nishisando. 109.8 million yen, built in 2017, 9 minutes from Shinjuku station, 55m2 2LDK 3rd floor

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[becoming-not-became]

FlowersWoods

Why are some like picking flowers while others are like sawing wood flowers are delicate and plucked easily arranged lovingly and slowly turned hereand turned there always finding sunwood is hardand knotted causing stops and starts wood is heavy and weighty dirtydifficult definitely challenging when we’re younger we pick flowers learning they diebut wood ohwood once fallen discovers its beauty