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sneky-sneck · 4 years ago

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Hero of Hope

Name: Esmerelda Estrella

Nicknames: Esme

Birthday: March 3

Height: 5’5”

Orientation: Bisexual

Gender: Demigirl

Pronouns: She/They

Occupation: Hero/ Psychic/ Astronomer/ Former assistant of Shibabawa

Hero Name: Esper Onza

Family: Esperanza (Younger sister), Sneck (partner), Anakon (daughter)

Weapon: A crystal ball that is actually a puzzle so she take them apart to small shards. Esper powers

Fighting Style: She does know some self-defense moves (and more taught by Sneck), but that’s only for people. On monsters, she would use her esper power, but her main attack is using her crystal ball and slamming it to monsters. If that doesn’t work, she will undo the ball to small sharp crystals and have them move together. She would often make them resemble a raven. Either way they will move together to trap ,omsters in thier plae, try to cut through them or get them inside the monsters to force them out. She is not as strong as the esper sisters (maybe almost to Fubuki’s level). However, she can sense people’s emotions easily. Also may have the ability to see the future, but it would knock her out for several days as Shibabawa was supposed to teach her how to control it.

Personality: At first glance, with her robes on, she would give a mysterious aura as people who don’t know her speculate that she is cold and quiet but very odd. Heroes and people who actually talk to her is the opposite of what people say. The looks were to intimidate monsters, but she is not close to that. She is very cheerful, optimistic, and kind. However, she is rather talkative and tries not to talk over people. She is also ready to help people out by either fighting monsters or reading people’s horoscopes. Because of being the ex-assistant of Shibabawa and her powers, it attracts heroes to her room. However, she is very doubtful of herself, thinking that she isn't as strong as Fubuki and wonders why she can’t rise in ranks (reality is that Fubuki is sending her group to places near her so if there is a monster nearby, they would get there first). Another is that she gets very caught up in work. She would often get lonely and questions about her friendships with others.

Clothing: Normal attire would be very long but flowy skirts or black pants (sometimes) with either turtleneck sweaters or nice blouses. Usually black shoes with long black socks or pantyhose. Occasionally a leather jacket. The colors she would wear would be purple (main), blue, green, gray, and black. Most of the time she would wear a gold headband. Accessories would include gold earrings that are either stars, moons, hoops, or suns. It also goes along with her golden necklaces. Hero clothes are purple robes with a dark blue cloak, long fingerless gloves, and a gold circlet.

Appearance: Very long straight black hair that reaches below her hips. She does have bangs that sometimes cover one of her eyes. She has a heart shaped face that is tan with freckles (and the rest of their body also has freckles). Brown eyes with long lashes. Also, she has black rectangular glasses.

Other info: Her house has a large room for her clients or for other work. She even has heroes going to her too. And because of that, she made friends with some and even got to go to events for A-Class. Since she is also an astronomer, she is very knowledgeable about space and decorates her workroom with a space aesthetic. (I know that there are no other countries but I want to say that she speaks Spanish) She has a cat named Luna. Knows how to play some instruments (favors piano).

Her work: Other than hero work, she likes studying space but that was not the only thing she studied. She also studied psychology and uses that when she is looking at her client’s horoscopes. And with the ability to read emotions, she helps a lot of people and kinda acts like a therapist.

Family: Lived with both parents when she was younger until her father left. Years later, she was 18) the father that left had a child but because of monster attacks, he died. The woman he married was not that good with the child so Esme fought to gain custody over her and won after the other parent gave her up. Her mother’s side of the family lives far from where she is but she used to work at the family restaurant as a waitress.

Esperanza: Younger sister (18 years apart). As much as she loves her, Esper is too much to handle. As I like for Esme to speak Spanish, Esperanza can only speak spanish (little English but it’s going) Esme made her hero name after her sister if she couldn’t get custody of her. They have a good relationship but can be a bit too energetic for Emse to keep up. As she also has weaker esper powers, Esme helps her how to control them. Also can be a bit of a troublemaker that Esme had to scold them 6 times this week as it was only Monday. Also, they have a telepathy connection to talk to each other however, Esper has stronger mind powers that she can invade people’s thoughts and sort of mind control them.

Sneck: He did hear of her before from other heroes but never went to look for her fortunes as he is a bit skeptical about it. He has seen her before in Hero Events but never talked to her. But after a very hard day, he went out to drink and sat in a bar. Without realizing he sat next to Esme (and without her robes, the only thing he had seen her wear) who asked him about his day. He admitted that it wasn’t a good day and they started talking. Sneck actually felt better and the next day they ran into each other then decided to stay in touch. Usually, they would patrol together or eat at some restaurants. Esme was happy to have a friend but was worried that she might scare him away if she talked too much or was annoying. However, Sneck actually wanted to listen to Esme’s strange rants about space, her work, and even her life. He doesn’t understand it but he couldn’t help but love to hear her talk. After a while, he realized that he had feelings towards her. And at the same time, it was the same for Esme. But they both had the fear that the other might not felt the same way for different reasons. Also, every other hero who know them, knows that they like each other but are betting on who will confess(if anyone wants me to talk about their relationship more I will be happy to be more in-depth to why they are attached to each other). But in the end, Sneck confesses and now they are both together.

#one punch man #OPM #oc #esper onza

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bangtan-bi · 6 years ago

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Silver lining

Being a modern nymph, you find yourself in all kinds of situations. This time, however, it’s a particularly fishy one and there doesn’t seem to be any easy way out of it. But you assume fate has thrown you a lifeline when you meet Kim Taehyung, a popular idol with eccentric taste, in a pet shop. Could it be more than a coincidence?

Chapters: [01] [02] [03] [04] [05] [06]

Warnings: mentions of death and kidnapping, blood, dysfunctional families

J-hope just fainted (06)

"Guys, you called security for a prank?"

Currently, BTS's living room looked like a kindergarden class. 5 of the 7 members were sitting on the carpeted floor, in a semicircle. Namjoon and Jin were seated on chairs, completing the circle. Jin was holding the aquarium bowl with the fish, while Namjoon held a lecture.

Yoongi glared at the leader.

"We just told you everything that happened and you still don't believe us? Do you think I would actually agree to make something like this up?" He grunted.

Namjoon didn't seem convinced.

"Alright. If it wasn't a prank, what happened to the girl? Did she disappear or turn into a fish? At least settle on a story." He retorted.

At this, every member spoke up, answers getting lost in the jumble.

"Not at the same time." Jin punctuated.

The elder wasn't on the mood for this. It was already pretty late and he just wanted to watch a movie or play some guitar. If it was all a big joke, he would definitely be locking up the PS4 for a week or two.

"Let's vote." The voice of reason, Hoseok, spoke. You could tell from his tone that his mind was somewhere else. He was looking through the tall windows at the dark sky. All of them were tired, but the situation seemed to drain the always cheerful Hobi. He was already spooked by what had happened earlier in Taehyung's room.

So, they voted. However, one part seemed displeased with the result.

"I can't believe you think she simply disappeared out of existence." grumbled Taehyung. Jungkook mumbled in approval.

"I can't believe you actually think she turned into a fish!" Yoongi snapped.

"Oh, yeah? Then explain how the fish appeared out of thin air, when it was gone from the plastic bag on the counter! And how does someone unwelcome even get inside? Security would have seen her on the cameras placed in every corner of this house."

Silence fell over the room.

They all shifted uncomfortably. Nobody liked the tension created by fights between the members. They didn't like having to side with one or another. Especially not in this case, when both options sounded so ridiculous. An agreement had to be reached, though.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Namjoon started, caution in his voice "but the fish turning into a woman then again into a fish seems more logical." He finished, internally doubting his own sanity. Yoongi scoffed.

"And I'm saying this mostly because the security here wouldn't have let a woman just slip by and go inside."

Jin nodded. Their manager himself had made sure nobody could get past those officers.

"Okay, then it's settled?" Jimin asked. And I can go to sleep? His mind continued.

He received a funny look from Taehyung and supposed the answer was no.

"Then, what are we doing with the fish? We can't just let a woman, even if she's a fish, live here." Yoongi affirmed, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"I have to agree with that."

"But we can't just throw her away, right?"

"I'm still not convinced by the whole woman-to-fish explanation, so why not?"

The bickering of the members was giving Taehyung a headache. What had he done wrong for everything to turn out like this? He just wanted a pet to keep him company. Was it illegal for a man to miss his dog?! However, he was feeling a bit guilty, as well. If it wasn't for him and Yeontan's absence the fish wouldn't even be here. And the guys wouldn't be so stressed out. So, when all of them started proposing alternatives, he realized it was part of his responsability to decide what had to be done with the scaly guest.

"And if you saw it with your own eyes? Would you believe it then?" He asked Yoongi.

The answer came instantly:

"Sure, if you can make it happen."

"Then Taehyung should make her turn to a woman and we'll see what to do with her after that."

That sounded as absurd when Jungkook said it as when Taehyung thought it.

And why him? Jimin was obviously the better option. He was way better at convincing people...

Hah. In retrospect, it was pretty silly Taehyung actually believed the fish was human just because it did a flip when he told it to.

But in a situation like this, that had to be proof enough. Right?

"Why me?"

"Isn't it obvious? You brought it here!" He expected that response. Taehyung looked at the fish. It seemed to be fascinated by a fake algae inside its aquarium. There was nothing human about the little creature.

Could he really untangle this whole mess?

Did their quarrels ever stop? You hadn't expected the pop singers to be like this in real life. Well, they seemed pretty anxious and what not, so maybe that was why. After all, not everyday you come face to face with a mythical being. Even if they didn't know that's what she was, yet. It sure was pretty distressing, you had to give them that.

Honestly, the aquarium wasn't so bad. It was pretty cozy, the water wasn't very cold and it had nice decorations. Also, you were centimetres apart from the visual legend Kim Seokjin. You wouldn't say you disliked your position. On top of that, Jungkook came near every few minutes and thumped on the glass with his finger. You entertained him and moved towards his finger. Life was so nice and simple as a fish. Too bad you had classes very early on Monday, otherwise you'd had just waited for all of them to leave and then transformed. However, with how the events were progressing, you were mostly sure they wouldn't leave you alone in their house anytime soon. Actually, they wanted you out of here as fast as possible. Oh, well.

One might wonder about how you were so calm in this position. The answer was pretty plain: the initial shock had numbed you down so much you weren't fully aware of everything that was happening. All of their discussion about you turning human to prove a point flied over your head, really. This fake algae was so pretty, too!

Taehyung's thumping on your aquarium brought you back to reality. His eyes searched for anything resembling human conscience in yours. He looked annoyed and embarrassed for what he had to do next. You felt pretty bad for him.

"Please turn back into a girl. We swear we won't yell at you, nor call security, but you have to explain this whole situation."

If the atmosphere wasn't so tense, you bet one of them would have snickered at the fact that the blonde was talking to a fish. You probably would, if fish had vocal chords.

Yet, they were all still. Nobody moving, nobody talking. And definetely not laughing. They were waiting.

You stopped to consider everything that had happened up to that point.

Hmm...

Yes, a fine mess indeed. That's what it all was. Therefore, it seemed almost logical for you to follow Taehyung's instructions and nicely tell them everything about your presence in their house. That implied explaining your origins and powers, though. Ah! But that was exactly what you didn't want to do...

"I told you. Just a fish. Can we flush it and go to sleep now?"

Damned be your complicated lineage. You had to tell them.

So, after the decision was taken, the next step hurt way more. As earlier pointed, transforming in an aquarium definitely hurt more than in a plastic bag. Hence, if in another circumstances you would enjoy standing in front of Taehyung naked and wet, the blood was kind of a turn off.

The boys reacted all at once. Some screamed. Some got up and ran for the first aid kit, the sight of blood enough to move them from their spots on the floor. Jin, from under you, just yelled and quickly got up from his chair, almost throwing you Taehyung. Some, like Namjoon, paralysed in their places and didn't open their mouths until much later.

Taehyung was, however, probably the most alarmed. Not even he knew what he expected. Did he believe 100% a girl would appear in the middle of his room? Not at all. So, when she did, he was curiously surprised. Her being naked would have counted as a bonus if the context was any different. And she would have definitely preferred her dressed than bleeding from a lot of little cuts.

The aquarium had broken close to him, so a few shards of glass had bounced off his clothes when he quickly jumped to help the girl. She looked worse than the first time he had seen her, for sure. Nevertheless, even in this moment, Taehyung had to stop and consider she would have been very pretty if not for that pained expression on her face.

"Ouch."

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. What was he doing? This girl was bleeding all over and he was thinking about how pretty she was...

"Are you alright?! I'm so sorry! I Should have thought about this... Did any glass get in your eye?!" The blonde was talking fast, his back turned to the girl. He was hurriedly searching for something to cover her with while mentally kicking himself for being so dumb. Couldn't he have taken the fish out of the bowl?! What if they had to go to the hospital?! Where were those fluffy blankets when you needed them?!

Fortunately, responsible and quick thinker Jin was already back with the first aid kit, taking the mysterious girl to one of the bathrooms. His pants were all wet from holding the once full of water, now shattered bowl, but he didn't seem to notice.

Yoongi, still on the floor, appeared to have turned to stone.

Taehyung sighed. They weren't going to sleep anytime soon.

It was around one in the morning when you and Jin emerged from the bathroom with a handful of bloodied gauzes. Most of the members where in the living room and, luckily, this time you were meeting them dressed. You asked Jin where the trash was and quickly went to throw away the used compresses and extracted shards of glass. Your body hurt all over and you could feel their eyes following your every move. Jin was making tea. You hoped he had enough tea bags for everyone. They sure would need the liquid very soon, if they didn't already.

You had actually bonded a little with the eldest in your short time together. Well, not as short as you would have wished, as he was taking glass out of your skin and all. But you had to give him some credit, he did a pretty good job for not having any training. And he didn't ask anything too intrusive either, like "Are you a demon?", "Are you hunting us for saying ghosts don't exist, on vlive?", "Did you poison our food and you're just a hallucination?". He was pretty sweet for a person in his position... Ah! The painkillers were probably kicking in. Well, at least they made you relax a little. And you more than required that for what you had to do next. You sighed loudly, breaking the silence in the room.

"Are you alright?" Yoongi inquired, making an effort not to sound too rough.

Hmm. That actually took you by surprise. He had been so harsh since the beginning, you definitely weren't expecting his first words to be those. You appreciated him trying to act polite even in this situation.

"Yes, thank you. The cuts still hurt but the painkillers will do their job."

Yoongi seemed to be pleased with your answer.

"Since when do you know how to remove glass from skin, Jin?" Jimin asked, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

You cringed a bit at the tone in which the boy asked the question. Ah... Why does it have to be so awkward? You didn't even wait for Jin to answer. You had to clarify everything and give these guys a rest.

"Okay, everyone. I will tell you how I got here in the first place. I only ask of you to listen and believe me. Also, I have to say, again: I'm very thankful to you not calling security and treating me like a thief."

The men shuffled awkwardly in their spots, remembering how their first interaction with you. 'We definitely treated her like a thief.' the 5 members who had been there thought.

"Anyway, I would probably have reacted the same... So... It's alright." You finished.

For the first time in an hour and a half, Namjoon opened his mouth. Everyone waited. Eventually, like a true leader, he spoke:

"Tell us everything."

You never expected your first pyjama party to be with an international idol group, in their apartment from the richest area in Seoul, sipping fruity tea. Everyone had made themselves cozy and were politely waiting for you to start your explanation. It surprised how fast they went from looking at you like you were a crazed fan girl to curious and shy gazez. You assumed it was because the eldest seemed to trust you, more or less. Or at least not deem you suspicious enough to call security and tell them you were a weirdo that dangled in black magic. That was all. Jin trusted you and they trusted Jin. They definitely didn't trust you. A glance at Yoongi and his constant frown coould tell you that much. Or maybe they just pitied you.

Anyhow, there was no turning back now.

"Do you know Greek mythology?"

"You're a... What?"

"A Naiad."

"Oh."

"For real?"

"Yes."

"So everything from mythology has actually existed?"

"I'm not sure but I would rather say no."

"But Nymphs do?"

"I'm pretty sure I exist, yes."

It could have been going worse. Or better, sure, but it could also have been going worse.

"That's weird."

"Can you turn into a mermaid?"

Hmm... Could you?

"I don't think so, but that would be pretty cool. However, I'm a Naiad, so a nymph of fresh water. Mermaids are sea nymphs."

Telling them about your trip from the pond in the park to the petshop and, then, to their apartment had taken less than you imagined. They seemed to believe you more after Taehyung intervened to tell his part of the story and it worked with yours. He agreed that the vendor had a weird mustache.

However, they had a hard time believing you could be so stupid as to turn into a fish in a public park.

"And you just left your clothes there?"

"Yes. The keys to my apartment too. I don't even know how to get inside since the landlord is on vacation."

Jungkook facepalmed.

"And you can't ask another nymph where they go swim in rivers?"

"I don't really know other nymphs..." You laughed.

"You don't really know much about any of this, do you?"

At that, you felt offended.

"Well, it's not like I had some mythological teacher or anyone else to tell me about these things. I just read everything I found on the Internet and hoped for the best."

The multitude of questions and comments stopped abruptly. All of them wanted to ask the same thing, but didn't know how. At last, Namjoon probed, cautiously:

"What about your parents?"

Oh, well, you expected having to tell them about this too.

"This story's a bit longer. Can I have some more tea?"

It wasn't necessarily long. Just complicated. Also, first you had to tell them some more myths, so they could better understand your family's mechanics. Fortunately, the leader already knew quite a bit about this stuff and helped you fill the gaps in the others' classical mythology knowledge.

"Sometimes, nymphs are bound to their source of power or their life source. These could be a certain river or stream, a mountain, even a tree or a rock. Long ago, there was a nymph named Calypso who was bound to an island called Ogygia, where she lived. She couldn't leave the island or she would die."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, but that's just a legend right?" One of the guys asked worryingly.

"That's pretty hardcore..." said another.

"It might have been true, we can't know for sure." And it definitely wouldn't be the weirdest thing in mythology, you added to yourself.

"Anyway, my mom was also a Naiad. A pretty powerful one at that. She was bound to one of the biggest fresh water lakes in the world, the Aral Sea. However, as it is with these massive natural elements, their nymphs can't leave them."

You stopped to breathe in deeply. What you heard next was not a question you expected at all.

"But then how did she give birth to you?"

You laughed as all the guys looked at Jungkook curiously.

"What the heck man!?" Taehyung exclaimed. Jimin giggled.

"No, no, it's a good question!" You said, still chuckling. "She could leave the water, sure, and go to nearby villages to buy food, stuff like that. She even had a little cabin near the lake where she spent most of her time."

A pang of nostalgy hit you. Memories from distant and simpler times had taken a hold of your story. You remembered singing and dancing in that same little cabin with your mother as a kid. Just the two of you, happy. You used to braid her long hair and then go swimming in the lake, where she truly shone like a star. She emanated power, rightfully so when you looked at the big body of water, and benevolence, as you were certain you would never meet someone as kind as your mother. Still, the flashbacks were fuzzy with grief and the passing of time, as it had been more than 15 years since then. And the only thing you had to remind you of her was a lovely earring whose pair you had destroyed some time ago. But that was another story...

You sensed the boys had noticed your change in demeanor and quickly shook off the melancholy that you had immersed in. Mourning those times right now made no sense!

"Anyway, where I was going with the story?" You giggled nervously. The members' faces were plainly displaying that they predicted something bad would be happening next.

"One day, a mysterious stranger came by to fish in my mother's lake. That wasn't a problem, as many people came to do that and my mother let them, as long as they were respectful and didn't take young fish. After all, it's nature's cycle of life. However, this one man was a nuisance. He had come with a big boat that was easily distressing every living creature in that lake. Therefore, mom had planned to come out at night and spook him, so that he would leave."

You were a good story teller, but the next part was always a hastle to count. Too many painful feelings were involved for you to simply detach yourself from the action. You tried to shorten it.

"What she didn't expect was for him to be so handsome..." You sighed. Nymphs and their impossibly high sex drive!

"So she didn't make him leave. The next day, when the sun was shining brightly and he could see her clearly, she came to him and they started talking. Of course, he was surprised to find out about her ancestry, but her beauty overpowered the logical part of his brain. So, they started hanging around the lake together. Every day, they were slowly falling in love. Those were happy days. However, as the man had been in a vacation until then, he soon had to return to work. He tried to convince mother to come with him, but couldn't. However, he loved her so much he promised to return as soon as he could."

The boys were quietly listening to the sad story you would rather not be telling.

"He visited for every 3 or 4 free days he had from work. Every time, he begged her to come with him. And even if at first he truly believed that she couldn't leave, over time he started doubting. He left one last time, bitter and thinking she didn't love him as much as he did."

Everyone sipped from their tea, feeling the narrative was taking a turn.

"When he returned, after 2 years, he brought a woman with him. He had found another love and forgotten my mom. They were on their honeymoon and the location was truly beautiful for a lovers' escapade. But, one day, when passing by the lake, they saw a toddler running through the wild flowers growing there."

"That was you, right?"

"Yes."

"But then how come-"

"Shhhh! Listen to the story."

"I had my father's Korean traits, so there was no question of him being the father. He instantly recognized the kid as his. However, they didn't stop and continued their journey. Father didn't say anything to his new wife about his ex lover. My mother saw them, but didn't think much of them passing by that place. Of course, she was sad that the man he loved had found someone else, but she had a daughter she loved very much. She thought they left never to return again."

"So that man was your father?"

"Yes. He is."

"But, then, why are you living here and not with your mother in-"

"God, Taehyung, shhh!"

You chuckled, despite the tragedy you were counting.

"My father and that woman had tried to have a baby, but they couldn't. So, 3 years after their honeymoon, he got an idea. He was still furious that my mom didn't come with him to Korea and believed he had the right to raise their kid. Also, as rich as he was, for him the cost of a dirty deed was nothing compared to how sweet revenge would taste. So, out of spite and bitterness he hired someone to kidnap his kid."

The guys' mouths fell to the floor and their eyes opened wide. The room filled with protests.

"Don't tell me!"

"He didn't!"

"Is he crazy?"

"Oh my god! Have you told the police?!"

Ah. You expected this. It reminded you of how you reacted when your step mother told you everything. Of course, you had been way more violent.

The guys were, still, very much shaken. You nodded sadly.

"It is what it is."

"But didn't your mom do anything when she realized you were missing? How did they even take you in the first place?" Jimin asked.

"You see, my mom was respected and feared by anyone who lived close to the lake. Nobody from those lands would have done anything to upset her. Therefore, I liked strolling around without a care in the world. Sometimes, I got so far from the lake she couldn't see or sense me." You were a dumb kid. And your mom had been pretty naive, but you couldn't hold that against her. Who would have expected their ex to hire kidnappers and take their daughter? Definitely not your kind mother.

"But didn't she do anything when you didn't return home?"

"What could she, if she couldn't go far from the lake?" Namjoon jumped to her defense.

"Hmm..."

They had finally realized how messed up it had all been. A mother who couldn't search for her child because it would kill her.

"So you haven't met your mom since then? You're an adult now, right? You can go find her!!" Jin chimed in, full of hope.

"I'll pay for your plane ticket!" Hoseok volunteered with enthusiasm.

Ah. Right. That part.

"I can't. She died."

At this, silence fell over the room again. You felt responsible to finish the story you had started.

"She left her lake. People from the villages nearby helped her with money for transport since they all pitied her situation. Also, with her heart crushed by grief, the lake started drying. And it was the principal source of food in the region, so people had their own interest at heart, as well.

Anyway, she had actually reached Seoul, but without knowing our address she could just wonder the city in hopes of finding me. Then, by fate's work, my step mother came across her as she was returning from work. When she saw in how much pain my mother was, she knew she had to give me back. However, before they could reach home, mom had a heart attack. As I told you, she couldn't leave her lake for too long."

You finished the story with a strain on your voice. Everyone was silent and still. You sipped your last drop of tea and got up to wash the cup.

As you turned towards the kitchen, a question stopped you in your tracks.

"And all this time? You grew up with your father and step mother? In a family that stole you?"

You couldn't quite put a name on the expression Yoongi had when he asked you that. Sadness? That's what it looked like on him?

"Ah, no. My father left my step mother as quick as he left my real mom. I grew up and discovered my step mother was a pretty decent woman, honestly. She had just made some mistakes and fell in love with the wrong man. She told me she didn't agree with my father kidnapping me, as she wanted to adopt. Also, she was kind to my mother before she died. I forgave her, eventually. Even now, she regrets what she's done, and I think she actually loves me a lot." it was the truth, even if getiing over your deep rooted vindictiveness had taken years.

"So your father left?"

He did, luckily for him.

"Yes, one day he and his name were completely gone. I think he actually changed identities."

After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Moreover, he had two alive women and the spirit of a nymph after him.

You weren't the revengeful type, really. Usually, you'd forget an argument right after it took place. However, in this case, a strong wish of avenging your mother had grown deep inside you over the years.

"But it's alright. I'm looking for him." Taehyung must have caught the dark tone that enveloped your voice as you said that, because next he asked:

"Why?"

They all listened curiously.

You took a deep breath.

"I will kill him."

You turned to the kitchen and left the room. As you washed your cup, over the water jet you heard:

"I think J-hope just fainted."

A/N: Ok...so...this happened. tbh this fic went from 0 to 100 real quick and idk what to say about that. What do you think? do you feel like all the tragedy doesn’t match the tone of the story? let me know what you think. i’m really planing to keep the atmosphere light hearted and comedic, despite of how dramatic this chapter is. i just needed some plot and actual backstory, ya know? anyway, the main focus is taehyung x reader romance so don’t worry about that!!

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earlyjust · 2 years ago

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nikaharper · 7 years ago

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Unrelated Happenings in a Big Apartment Building

It was considered a regular Tuesday.

James had a productive evening, catching a quick drink with a coworker who was stuck completing a project he had moved on from a month ago. It was still as fucked as ever, and James grinned inwardly as he got the leftover fried rice out of the fridge. Time for some Hulu.

Alex had a sinus infection, again, and was resigned to laying on the patched couch full of bleary-eyeing cold medicine. He fell asleep while flipping channels and woke with memories of a strange dream about the American Revolutionary War. No more napping to the History channel.

Marielue always felt awkward in the evening, the transition between day and night, and this particular walk home had perturbed her. A discarded brown sweatshirt in the gutter had, at a glance, appeared to be a dead dog, and after a double-take she couldn't shake it from her mind. Everything became an abandoned animal corpse. She saw three more "dead dogs" and one that looked like a slain kitten, but was actually a gnarled tree root poking out of a lawn. She closed her eyes as she closed the door of her apartment, took a few deep breaths. But the rest of the night didn't fare much better. Every bit of discarded laundry was a lifeless form; she saw a skull in a bar of soap.

Naseem was cooking up a stew for dinner, and he checked his phone for texts from his girlfriend. There was a flash of pain on his forearm; he had rested it against the stew pot on the stove. He washed it under cold tap water, but it glowed a livid red. He remembered thinking it would blister, and considered taking a picture for his girl. 'This is what I go through for you!"'

Charles was out of the apartment, watching the basketball game on Ian's couch and talking too loudly about a girl he'd met that weekend. He didn't know it was too loud, though.

Amelia was plucking her eyebrows in the bathroom mirror. One, two stray hairs, grooming to the perfect shape of arched but still natural. The phone rang as she gave one last look in the mirror. Odd, that one had bled, and left a smudge of red on her dark skin. That never happens.

Caleb was doing laundry in the basement, full of coin-op machines and scuffed linoleum. He sorted the wet items into dryer-ready heaps, except one of them... That wasn't his. Maybe it was leftover from another tenant? A cotton pair of too-small boxer briefs, he was about to discard it before he remembered what happened last week. Best to put them in the trash. He bit his lip too hard as the garbage can top swung and creaked.

Jackie just woke up. Her head pounded, and she always swore Monday night drinking was the most abrasive of them all, because you'd be around people who may have no jobs or may have nothing left in life, and keeping up drink-by-drink was a hazard. She remembered some names... Michael or Mike or maybe something unusual like Makivar. One look at her phone said she was right. Skyla was asking how she felt, punctuated by emoji of which she could only see half and the rest were rectangular blocks. Then there was two missed calls from "Makkovar." She must have really liked him. She wondered if he had a job.

Kevin removed his headset. The raid wasn't going well. Wiped five times on a boss that they considered farm-status. He rubbed his eyes and didn't notice the shadow passing by his fifth-story window.

Thomas and Stephanie lay on sweaty bedsheets, panting in the glaze of newfound love. Three times that night! It wasn't even midnight. "Need anything from the bathroom?" he asked. "A towel." Stephanie turned over and smiled into the pillow, feeling the stickiness between her thighs. But it wasn't all just passion. "Um, maybe I'll... get it myself," she called, carefully rolling on her back and edging out of the bed, trying to hide the blood on her fingers. "Fuck," said Thomas from the bathroom, the lights on, "Are you okay? I mean there's—" "It's fine, I got my period, sorry sorry." Stephanie hadn't had a period in two years.

Ed was home early. It was bullshit. He pulled off his hat and cheap, dark wig, slamming himself down into his favorite lounge chair, the same chair his dad used before he died. The costume party was an annoyance at best, a disaster at worst. "IT'S FROM TRIGUN," he finally yelled out over the keg at a dumbstruck partygoer dressed as Finn. He didn't mean to scream, but Ed had never been good at environments where music was blaring and everyone was drunk by the time you arrived. He really cared about his outfit, it was good shit. A bottle of shochu washed the taste of cheap beer out of his mouth, and the remote flicked through his library to find Trigun, the episodes with Rai-Dei. He pressed 'Play.' Ed looked awesome. Fuck anyone who didn't get it.

Brandon took out the trash and found himself face-to-face with an oppossum. He hadn't recognized before how much their face looked like a skull.

Alejandro let the faucet run for a bit, waiting for hot water to make some rice. His nose was in a book, so he didn't notice that for a moment, the water ran blood red.

Makayla wasn't into that witchy shit, it seemed like stuff for dispossessed white girls. But on the websites, as fucking footnotes, there was a mention of Marie Laveau, and voodoo, and the things that called to her. She had more power here than she thought, without the fuckin' salt lamps and quartz crystals that cost nine dollars each. Nah, there was good shit in here, and it called to her. She held half a dead cigar in one hand and grabbed an oily eel filet, the best she could find at the Asian market, in the other. It jolted through her like a seizure. Something was very wrong, and very near. Makayla gasped and dropped her reagents. Nah, fuck this. She'll fry that damn eel and not fuck around with this shit anymore.

John's business worked at night. So he didn't recognize the flickering lights in the hallways, excited squawks and yelps from other apartments doors as he passed. This was all normal. Eyes followed him from the underside of dark doors, squinted through the keyholes of post boxes as he went to get his mail that evening. He paid no mind. Why should he?

Renee had the worst night. Newly single, full of glass-shard memories that hurt to remember but they were everywhere.... It was easy to exist, to do normal things in a normal life because there was a repetition that was comforting. Coming home was the awful part. Moments to rest were the awful part. She felt unloved. Worse, she knew she wasn't loved anymore. Things had ended that badly. An hour passed sitting on her bed, thinking about a bottle of wine. Any bottle. It didn't matter right now. Then it was an hour and a half. Mentally taking note of all the things in her space which SHE had touched, the candles they had lit on romantic evenings, the way the pillow still smelled like her, the dress and leggings still piled into a corner from the last time they... It was three days ago. That they touched, that they felt each other's heat and Renee felt the heartbeat of her as she lay her head on that chest, that perfect chest that held the most golden heart, the person she loved. It all seemed to be going so well.... Or well enough. Good enough. Enough to go on, to continue, to keep being in love as they were, as they had been for over a year now. Maybe Renee hadn't seen the signs. She must not have, because it all felt so sudden. Two days ago. Three days ago they had been twisting limbs in a galaxy of jersey bedsheets, and one day afterward, nothing. She wanted to wash the sheets. But she didn't dare. There was no wine, so that... couldn't have been the problem. Renee didn't take any pills, she had always been a rather healthy person but admittedly she hadn't eaten much that day and didn't plan on putting together a dinner. Her friends didn't know yet, so they couldn't provide survival comforts. It was just her, on a bed, in a tiny apartment, alone. So it wasn't wine or pills or attributed to anything particularly chemical, but it just so happens that on that night, Renee got a nosebleed. In the midst of her tears, a dark stain spread on her palms and she realized she was bleeding. It felt so dramatic, she walked to the bathroom pinching her nose and looked for the nearest towel to wipe on her face. As she removed the washcloth, a threadbare thing she would probably throw away after this incident of staining, she realized it had changed color. It was a yellow handcloth, she had wiped her hands on it for years, probably too long without replacement, but it was yellow. It was a bit blanched with wear and wash. But it was yellow. Not now. The cloth in her hands was a deep red. Renee's eyes snapped to the mirror, inspecting her face and nose—maybe she had bled a lot more than she thought— but her face was clean. The cloth stayed red. A single tear snuck from the corner of her eye... she followed its path in the bathroom reflection... and it was dark, moody, red. Like wine. She felt wet, like having walked out of a steamy shower, the air was warm and full of vapor and she could barely breathe. A drop of blood splattered the hexagonal tiled floor, but her nose felt dry. Dropping the towel, Renee watched as her fingernails pooled with thick burgundy liquid and spilled to the ground. This time the mirror showed her looking clean, and pale, and scared. The floor was splattered art, white tile and grey grout, artful splashes of deep red. Her sandals stood in pools of crimson, a steady flow easing out of the peep-toe opening. This wasn't just grief, it was worse than that. Renee knew she wasn't losing her mind. The world, like many other things, was here to blindside her, and she had no control over it.

Maybe the other tenants could have seen the sloshing red liquid in the other washing machine. The mysterious stains on the stairs. The pupils of their eyes that looked red and luminous in the mirror's reflection. The metallic tang from a bitten lip.

But it was a regular Tuesday night. Easy enough to forget, anyway.

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petyrbaealish · 7 years ago

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My fourth (and last) promised prompt for my 400 Follower Celebration. Hope you like it!

For: My 400 Follower Celebration. Halloween themed prompts.

Prompt: By @0writerchick0 : "Congrats on 400! I absolutely <3 your blog. If I'm one of the first 4 I'd love to request a scene were PxS meet at a halloween party -- well a couple of them. Maybe as one of them hits up various parties, they notice the other keeps appearing. One, none, or both of our OTP can be supernatural, entirely your choice. Thanks! I know it'll be great! “

Tags: Petyr x Sansa, Halloween, Modern AU

Title: Follow My Lead Link here.

Summary: Petyr goes to a company Halloween party, and spies a girl dressed as a faerie that he cannot seem to keep his eyes off of. Enchanted, he follows her from party to party, taken as much by her beauty as the mystery surrounding her. What he learns upon finally meeting her will change him forever.

Follow My Lead

Halloween parties weren’t exactly Petyr’s forte. Sure, he enjoyed dressing up, but his idea of the concept meant something entirely different. He had a certain sense of style he prided himself on, something that most Halloween attire couldn’t possibly live up to.

Still, here he was, on October 31st, dressed in costume and at a Halloween party, all in the name of keeping up appearances at work. His boss, Robert Baratheon, had little taste for theme parties, but his dreadful wife Cersei had planned the event (on the company’s dime, of course), and as a senior level employee, Petyr was obligated to attend. And to wear a costume, which was explicitly stated as mandatory on the rather gaudy invitations, designed more to flaunt wealthy status than to exhibit taste. Just like Cersei herself, in fact.

He’d spent more time than he would have liked to admit trying to find a costume that was both simple and elegant, that required minimal effort and allowed him to wear one of the suits he always donned for company events. A vampire might have been a good choice, if he’d been willing to wear false fangs, which were really all that was necessary to pull off the look, but he felt rather stupid doing so, and that option was quickly discarded. Another option, found during a quick search for costume ideas, involving writing the word ‘book’ on his face to mimic Facebook, was also dismissed. He didn’t relish the idea of walking around with anything written on his face, even in the name of a simple costume.

Instead, he’d opted for something that only required that he carry around an empty picture frame, large enough to frame his face, minus the glass and cardboard backing. It was annoying to have to carry it around everywhere, and Cersei seemed less than pleased, but everyone else seemed to love the ‘Self Portrait’ idea (many wished they’d thought of it themselves, rather than dressing up in fairly typical Halloween fare). Over all, Petyr was definitely pleased with successfully saving himself from having to spend an entire evening dressed like Prince Charming (Cersei’s twin brother Jaime) or wearing some foam monstrosity like Pycelle (fuck, was the old man really dressed like Gumby? Petyr supposed it fit, in a way. Pycelle had always been quite spineless. And creepy).

Petyr spent much of the night trading barbs with Varys, who was dressed tonight as Maleficent. Though Petyr wouldn’t have thought it, somehow Varys actually pulled it off, which was slightly unsettling. The man was always full of surprises, though Petyr wouldn’t never admit as such to anyone, and tonight was apparently no exception.

Varys had spoken with disdain of Petyr’s own costume, seeing behind the ingenuity for what it really was: an excuse not to do any work finding a real costume and a way to avoid suffering through the indignity like everyone else. Of course, Varys was actually enjoying wearing his outfit, but that was hardly the point. Varys had known Petyr would abhor dressing up, and now Petyr had robbed Varys of the joy of goading him all night about it.

As they quipped about Cersei’s costume (she was dressed as Cinderella, the counterpart to her twin brother Jaime’s costume. They weren’t even trying to be discrete about their incestuous affair, apparently. Her husband, Robert, was the only one who’d forgone a costume, which was probably how they’d managed the couples’ costume in the first place), Petyr spotted Ned Stark walking towards them, accompanied by his wife, Catelyn, better known as Cat, a heartache if there ever was one. He’d spent years recovering from her rejection, blissfully separated from her and her new husband, until suddenly they were back in his life again. Really, he should have seen it coming, considering Robert and Ned had been close growing up, but Petyr had hoped Ned would continue with his rather ambitionless career track in construction.

Cat and Ned were another pair wearing a couples’ costume, dressed as Beauty and the Beast, respectively, which Petyr thought quite fitting, all things considering. Apparently they were among the few that had actually followed Cersei’s theme for the night of classic fairy tales. Of course, Petyr’s own costume fit with the theme, technically. Self portraits were common, in the times when most of those fairy tales took place, after all.

Luckily, Ned spotted Petyr before they were close enough to have to make pleasantries for appearance’s sake, and grabbed Cat’s arm, pulling her in the opposite direction. Petyr watched them go with a self indulgent smirk that he hardly cared if Varys noticed, until his eyes caught a flash of vivid red and his smirk faltered. Cat had covered her own red locks with a cheap brown wig for the occasion, since Belle was a brunette, so Petyr was certain it hadn’t been her. And yet the girl he’d seen had looked so much like Cat had back when he was still young and foolish enough to love and hope for love in return, that he was completely taken off guard.

She was dressed like a faerie, though her costume was like none he’d ever seen before. Petyr watched her, enchanted, as she wove through the crowd, following Cat and her brutish husband. Her dress was dark green, short and tight-fitting, embroidered along the hem and up one side with curling vines, their trail snaking along her neckline and down one breast, and up into the sheer light green fabric that stretched from the tops of her breasts to her neck. Flowers glittered like jewels among the leaves, and the entire dress shimmered with an iridescent quality that seemed otherworldly.

On her feet were dark green stilettos, the straps crawling up her calves and to her knees, looking for all the world like real vines against her pale skin, complete with tiny leaves. And upon her back were wings, delicate structures of sheer gossamer fabric, light green like the top of her dress, and glittering with silver filagree and shining gemstones. They swayed gently as she walked, leaving a shimmering trail in her wake.

Petyr swallowed, and fought back the urge to follow her, to find out who she was, to take her hand and lead her from the party, back to his apartment, and his bed. Varys eventually tired of trying to secure his attention once more, and left for more stimulating conversation, though Petyr knew he’d hear about this at work on Monday. He didn’t entirely care. All he wanted was to keep watching her, only her.

She drifted closer to him once, as she gave up her pursuit of Cat and Ned (which still had him more than a little curious) and instead flitted about the party, laughing and talking with his co workers. Her skin carried a subtle glow to it, and a fine dusting of metallic silver shone on the apples of her cheeks. There were little flakes of reflective material encrusted in artful designs by her eyes, reminiscent of shards of glass, each fleck highlighting the gorgeous blue eyes that peeked up from beneath long, pale lashes.

Petyr caught her eye once. Only once. And her lips had curved upwards in a smile he could only deem excessively wicked, and oh, how he liked it.

But before he could force himself to stop standing there and gawping at her like a complete imbecile, she’d vanished.

One minute, he had her in his sights, and the next she had gone. It was like magic. He searched for her in vain for the next ten minutes, then ended his vigil and searched the room on foot, again to no avail. The girl was gone.

Mood soured, Petyr left the party, thinking that perhaps he might be able to find her again, using his considerable skills at finding people who did not wish to be found. But instead of driving back home, he inexplicably found himself driving to another party, that of Robert Baratheon’s brother Renly, and Renly’s boyfriend Loras. Positively baffled by what on Earth had tempted him to come, when he’d never cared for either Renly or Loras, he sat in his car for a few minutes, trying to figure out the strange compulsion.

Coming up empty, he made to pull his car back out of the space he’d pulled into, but found himself oddly reluctant. Petyr cursed, then snatched up the picture frame and got out of the car, wondering if perhaps he’d been possessed earlier that night. It really was the only explanation.

Or perhaps possessed was the wrong word for it. Enchanted, more likely. The girl had befuddled his senses, rendering him completely incapable of speech or movement. More than likely, he was still shaking off the effects of her considerable charms.

The party was in full swing when Petyr reached Loras’ apartment, the door open to allow free passage for guests. No one seemed to notice him, everyone half clad in various costumes, and either drunk, high, or a mix of the two, dancing and shouting like the world depended on it. Again, Petyr wondered at the strange inclination he’d had to come here, and briefly debated about turning back around and heading back for his car.

Until he saw that flash of red again, so vibrant despite the cacophony of color saturating the room. Like a fly caught in a web, he was instantly ensnared, helpless to her pull, though he suspected she was as like to devour him as the spider would the fly.

She was talking to a girl he recognized as Margaery Tyrell, Loras’ sister. In truth, neither were technically classified as girls, but as young women, but as he was nearing forty he had a tendency to refer to anyone under thirty as a girl, or a boy, rather than as a woman or man. Though he was starting to revise that line of thinking, staring at the bewitching red headed faerie. Young she might be, but when he looked at her he saw only a woman, fully grown, and, quite importantly, legal to be lusted after, or pursued, if he so chose.

Petyr watched her with her friend, not caring if anyone noticed how openly he was staring. As she hugged Margaery goodbye, her eyes caught his once more, and she cocked her head curiously to the side, regarding him thoughtfully. And then she was sweeping past him, leaving behind an intoxicating scent of lemon and mint in her wake.

So, of course, he followed.

He’d followed people before, though purely for work purposes, and not for anything else, but the methods were much the same in any case. So he knew how to be discrete, as he trailed her outside, then followed her in his car as she drove uptown. This was toeing the line of stalkerish behavior, he knew it, and yet he couldn’t stop himself regardless.

Somehow, something had driven him to Renly’s party. And he was certain it had been her. Somehow, some way, she was calling to him.

And he would answer that call, it seemed. Willingly or not.

Mostly willingly.

Nearly completely willingly.

She’d taken him to another party, this one, he was somewhat horrified to see, packed full of Cat’s children. None of the Stark brood interacted with her at all, but Petyr watched her watching them from afar.

Luckily, she chose not to stay long. The Stark children’s party had been even more raucous than Renly’s, with a decidedly younger guest list, and the whole time he’d been waiting for someone to spot him and shriek of stranger danger.

Again, he followed his faerie beauty, his eyebrows lifting when she pulled into his club, the Mockingbird. Apparently she had her sights on the joint party held by two rival paintball enthusiast groups, the Night’s Watch and the Wildlings. Petyr had been most amused when they’d come to book the party, months ago. From what he’d heard, the head of the Night’s Watch had fallen for a flame haired Wildling during one of their many matches, and now they wanted to hold a party in hopes of settling the differences between the teams.

This last party was even more hectic and hedonistic than Renly’s and the Stark children’s parties combined, though that was to be expected, considering it was at his club. The strippers he employed were all working the room, dressed in tasteful costumes that he himself had approved ahead of time. Alcohol and other, less legal substances, flowed freely, and most of the Wildling team (all easily identified by an excess of piercings and tattoos, along with unnaturally colored hair) had heavily imbibed.

Petyr followed her once more, and watched as she focused her gaze on the head of the Night’s Watch, a young man with longish curly dark hair who had eyes only for his wild haired Wildling girl. He could see a sadness in her eyes, one he’d caught briefly at the company party, and at the Stark brood’s party in fuller force. Just what was her connection to these people?

He spent awhile pondering the matter as he watched her, but unfortunately, since he was at his club, his focus was eventually interrupted by his staff, inquiring after the reason for his presence.

Annoyed, Petyr tried to shrug Olyvar off. “I own the Mockingbird, Olyvar. That is reason enough.”

The blonde laughed. “Uh huh. And that pretty redhead you’ve got your eye on has nothing to do with it.”

Petyr shot him a withering look. “Don’t you have work to do?”

Olyvar gave him a cheeky salute, then sidled up to one of the patrons he’d previously been attached to, and disappeared.

“So this is your club, huh?” A voice sounded behind him, lilting and musical.

Petyr turned, and she was there, smiling coyly at him. His mouth went dry as he caught her scent again, his eyes drinking in her ethereal beauty afresh. She was even more breathtaking up close. Quite literally, in fact.

He schooled his features into one of indifference, though it probably hardly mattered, considering his behavior all night. “Yes.”

She cocked her head to the side, her gaze traveling up his body before meeting his. “It’s nice,” she commented. “And quite classy, for a strip club.”

He chuckled. “I prefer to think of it as a night club. Referring to it as a strip club calls up a far seedier experience than I hope to provide.”

She grinned. “And do you ever partake in your club’s offerings?”

“No,” Petyr scoffed. “Though this is a classier establishment than most, I have more self respect than that. A woman bought for her attentions is not a willing woman, no matter how much it appears otherwise.”

“So you would prefer that a woman comes to you willingly?”

“I think you’ll find most do.”

“Indeed.” Her lips curved. “You’ve been following me.”

Petyr raised an eyebrow. “Have I?”

“Yes.” She sidled closer, her hand reaching out to finger his tie. “Do not worry. I am willing.” She paused, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Dance with me?”

He only nodded, not trusting himself to speak, though he honestly wasn’t exactly thrilled at the prospect. Were they still at the company party, he would have been assured of his dancing skills, but club dancing was a far different entity, and he was loathe to make a fool of himself. Still, he followed her out onto the dance floor, and tried not to sigh with relief when she merely wrapped her arms around his neck, initiating a slow dance despite the techno beat.

As they danced, he found his gaze caught by hers, their bodies moving closer and closer together, and closer still, until hardly a sliver of space could be found between them. Soon they were cheek to cheek, and his breath whispered against her ear and the tendrils of flame tucked behind it.

Though the silence that enveloped them was exquisite in its own right, he was desperate for answers, his need to know overpowering anything else. “Who are you, sweetling?” he asked, feeling her shiver in his arms as his breath tickled her neck.

“You may call me Sansa,” she replied softly. “The rest is unimportant.”

Even her name sounded otherworldly, the way he thought it might feel to roll off of his tongue. The sound of it, and the sensation, dredged up images both erotic and exotic, and if only her name could inspire such in his mind, he could only dream of what delights unraveling her mysteries might bring.

Petyr pulled back so that he could see her face, and gave her his most winning smirk. “Oh, I doubt that.”

The corner of Sansa’s mouth lifted to match his. “Do not ask me, unless you truly want to know. Many a man has lost his mind upon learning a faerie’s secrets. They cannot handle the truths we bare.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Getting a little too into the spirit of the holiday, I see.”

Her lashes dipped, and she shook her head sadly. “It is a shame. I had hoped that perhaps you’d be different.”

Mouth turned downward, she made to step away, but Petyr tightened his grip on her waist. “Wait.”

“Yes?” One red brow had arched, and her blue eyes had retained some of their former sparkle.

“Test me. If indeed I lose my mind, it will have been happily lost.”

Her smirk returned. “And if you keep your sanity, what then? Will you continue to follow my lead?”

“Continue?” Petyr asked, then narrowed his eyes as realization struck him. Of course. Grinning, he shook his head. “My first eye opener of many, I suppose. Tell me, was it mere coincidence that I saw you at Renly’s party?”

“Of course not,” she purred. “You had no intentions of coming to that party, before tonight. You came for me, and me alone.”

He wanted to know just how she had enticed him to follow her to that second party, when he’d had no idea that she’d be there, nor any reason to go besides that, but then, maybe he didn’t. What did her reasons matter, truly, so long as her interest in him was genuine? He’d always prided himself on his judgement, in the character of others, in dealing with all manner of life’s idiosyncrasies. Whoever this bewitching woman was, he knew she meant him no harm.

“And what were your reasons for attending so many parties tonight?” Petyr asked, prodding gently for the answers he wanted. “A woman such as yourself doubtless has no lack of friends, and yet only at the second party did you seem to have any previous rapport with the guests.”

Sansa’s smile turned wistful. “In another life, that might not have been the case. I was born to another family than the one that raised me. A family who does not know me, even as I watch them from afar. I would have been happy with them, my heart tells me so. But fate had other plans.”

Petyr frowned, considering her words. Then each party she had attended tonight, perhaps had guests with familial connections to this girl? And the third party had been hosted by the rambunctious Stark children…

He wracked his brain, casting for clues among the various guests he’d spotted at each party. Ned and Cat had been at Cersei Lannister’s company party. Their children had all been in attendance at the third party. And here, at the fourth party, he suddenly recalled that the head of the Night’s Watch was in fact a cousin of the Starks.

That left only the second party, which rather left a kink in his theory. Try as he might, Petyr couldn’t remember having seen anyone there that was related to the Stark family, or even a Tully, which was Cat’s maiden name. But then, Sansa had seemed to have friends there, so perhaps that party alone was not part of the puzzle her words had suggested.

“And what fate would tear a girl from her family?” Petyr asked finally, suspecting she wasn’t about to answer him outright, but enjoying the challenge the riddle posed nonetheless.

Sansa leaned in close, her breath tickling the shell of his ear. “I should think you’re clever enough to know the answer, though I shall give you a clue regardless. Not everyone is wearing a costume tonight.”

He had left his own meager attempt at a costume behind in his car, needing no pretense to visit his own club, though he knew with absolute certainty that she wasn’t referring to him. And, as he hadn’t yet seen anyone in the club without a costume, he imagined Sansa’s words held an entirely different meaning. Which only left one answer, one possibility, which even now lingered beneath his fingertips.

But that was absurd.

Wasn’t it?

Long ago, he remembered hearing that Cat had lost a child. A girl who’d been taken from them soon after birth. They’d buried their little girl, heartbroken over their loss. And yet here was a woman, whose looks seemed so very similar to Cat’s, whose age corresponded with the story, who’d never known the family she was born into, and instead sought them out one Halloween.

She had said he might lose his sanity upon learning the truth. Although he was wondering if perhaps he should be questioning her sanity instead, if she was really insinuating what he thought she was.

Still, what could be the harm in playing along? Either she’d offer proof and he’d learn another hidden facet of the world he lived in, or she was simply enjoying her little game, seeing how far she could take it. Or, most undesirable of the three, she truly believed what she was telling him, despite all evidence to the contrary, and he’d have wasted an evening on the whims of a gorgeous mad woman.

Petyr sincerely hoped that it wasn’t the third option. The second would be most ideal, he imagined. But, a part of him, a very small part that still believed in songs and fairy tales of happily ever after, despite all he’d done to crush it, hoped it was the first option.

“Show me?” he entreated, drawer her closer in his arms.

She was silent for half a heartbeat, yielding to his embrace, then her steps halted, and she retreated, eyes glinting. “This is your club, is it not?” He nodded, and she continued, expression sly. “Perhaps we could go somewhere more private? You must have an office on the premises.”

Smirking, he stepped back, taking her hand. “Right through here, my lady,” he said leading her towards a door that nearly blended in with the surrounding wall, marked with a discrete ‘Employees Only’ sign.

The door lead to a corridor, and at its end Petyr found his office, retrieving a key from his pocket to unlock the door, before letting Sansa inside. He stepped in after her, flicking the switch on the wall to turn on the light and closing the door behind him with a soft snap. She surveyed the room with a keen eye, turning on the spot to take everything in, the space immaculate, just as he always kept it, and he watched her in turn, wondering just what she had in store for them.

Finally, her eyes found his again, her lips curving in a mischievous smile. “Are you certain this is what you want?” she asked. “There may be no turning back.”

He cocked his head to the side, eyes sweeping over her form, taking in every exquisite detail, before they met her gaze with a calmness that was in stark odds with his erratic heartbeat. “I am confident that whatever the outcome, it will be worth it.”

Her smile broadened. “For your sake, I hope you are right.”

Petyr tried to shake off her cryptic warning as he watched her retrieve a small round mirror from her purse and set it on the ground. He stared, astonished as the mirror began to expand before his eyes, growing larger and larger, until it was the size of a small area rug.

Then, she took his hand. “Do you trust me?”

Without speaking, he nodded, hardly knowing what to think.

And then she stepped forward with one foot, onto the glass, and as she did so ripples fled from the point of contact, like water in a pond. A gentle pressure to his hand, urging him forward, and he stepped onto the mirror as well, just as she moved her other foot. Petyr stared down at their reflection for a second, watching the ripples slowly smoothing out, before he suddenly felt himself sinking down, down, down. Before he had fully realized what was happening, he was standing upright once more, on the mirror, and with Sansa. But their surroundings had changed. Where once he’d been enveloped by the comforts of his office at the Mockingbird, he was now surrounded by complete unfamiliarity.

Petyr could not help but gape as his eyes took in the scene before him. They were standing in a garden, dark greenery overflowing in every direction, dotted with splashes of color more vibrant than anything he’d ever seen. It was dusk, and the moon was full overhead, and so bright and round and startlingly close that he felt almost as if he could reach up a hand and cup it in his palm. Fireflies lazily drifted about, and the air seemed to shimmer, like dust sparkling in the moonlight.

There were statues nestled here and there about the foliage, flowers and vines twining around them, as they continued to grow, even now before his eyes, and the statues too seemed to shift and change, expressions morphing, limbs stretching, hair blowing in the soft breeze. A large weeping willow, with flowers reminiscent of cherry blossoms woven into its long trailing branches, stood at the edge of a lake with waters smooth as the glass of the mirror beneath his feet, a state which contradicted the tumbling geyser at its center.

Sansa stepped off of the mirror, her hand still in his, and he followed her to the cherry willow, ducking with her through its canopy. Beneath the tree’s shade was a space strangely incongruent with the size he’d expected, given the tree’s dimensions. There was another pool, the water burbling happy against smooth stones, along with a large blanket draped over the dark green grass, its design similar to the dress Sansa wore. Glowing orbs hung in mid air at varying heights, fireflies dancing beneath the glass.

She led him to the blanket, drawing him down to sit beside her. It was far more comfortable than he would have thought, sitting upon the ground with only a blanket between him and the earth, and he idly wondered how that could be possible, before chastising himself. Of everything he could see before him, that was honestly what he was curious about?

It was clear that his earlier theory had been right. This woman was not merely masquerading about on Halloween as a faerie. She was one. And here was the proof, before his eyes, beneath his feet, in his hand.

As strange as it seemed, option number one had indeed been the correct answer.

And Petyr was certain that he’d never been happier to have his entire worldview turned on its head. From dreamer, to cynic, and back to dreamer again.

Both transformations at the hand of a red haired beauty that had captivated his heart.

He was certain now. It could not merely be a coincidence. This was Cat’s daughter.

Sansa was a changeling.

When Petyr’s gaze met hers, she smiled sadly at him, twining her fingers with his. “And now you know.” She paused. “Will you stay with me?”

“Yes.” He said it automatically, without having thought it over, without a single fraction of a second’s hesitation. And yet he didn’t regret his answer. Far from it.

Her eyes shone, lips parting, each painting a picture of the surprise and joy she clearly felt. And then he leaned in and kissed her, and her lips tasted bright and sweet, like lemon meringue, and he couldn’t have stopped even if he’d wanted to.

Afterwards, she lay curled against his chest, her skin soft against his, the blanket pulled to drape over their bodies as the air chilled beneath the tree. Sansa wasn’t asleep, her fingers drawing abstract patterns over his chest and stomach, tracing the scar he knew they’d eventually talk about. Petyr did not know how or why she had set her sights upon him, but he hardly cared. As long as she wanted him, he would follow her lead anywhere.

Notes: Changeling is sometimes used to describe only the faerie child left in the human world, but I checked and it can also just mean one child exchanged for another, so I believe it still fits how I used it :). Hopefully I’m right.

Also, yes, that’s a reference to Shrek, because Jaime so looked like Prince Charming at the beginning of the show.

I hope you liked it! If you haven't yet, and want to read more Halloween themed shorts, check out my other works :). I have 4 other Halloween one shots that I think you might like!

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Yes, everything you’ve heard about my being a mean, nasty, horrible boss is true: we did have our weekly meeting today, even though it’s supposed to be a holiday in the US.

Well, mostly supposed to be, but lots of businesses don’t close, and the long weekend isn’t even the true demarcation line between Summer vacation and back to school/work anymore.

And we kept the meeting realllly short.

I double-dog swear.

W20 Changing Ways art by Enzo

Also, we really did have “start the week” topics to cover, including the launch of the traditionally printed and PDF versions of Pugmire last week and how awesome that is going. The PDF was #1 on DTRPG.com for a satisfyingly long time over the last few days.

We thought it would be worth it to underline a couple of things about this release, because it really is a fair bit different than how Onyx Path has been releasing our projects these past six years.

First, there’s the Kickstarter. It wasn’t for a Prestige or Deluxe edition; it was for the traditionally printed edition and we specifically intended to use the backer reward numbers as the springboard for figuring out a larger print run so that we’d have books to get into game stores.

We were originally looking at Studio2 as our way to get Pugmire into the distribution network for game stores in a way that works within our current business model, but it wound up that they also fulfill Kickstarters, and it made a lot of sense to ship all of the various items all to them and have them first fulfill the KS, and then move the books into distribution. Assuming they did a good job with the Kickstarter.

They did not. They did a great job!

The Pugmire Kickstarter reward packages shipped a month earlier than estimated, and were mostly in backers’ hands before GenCon50. This enabled us to sell them (out) at the con, as reported last week, since I didn’t want to put them on sale until the backer rewards were all out of our hands.

Then, last week, we put the Pugmire PDF on sale on DriveThruRPG.com, while Studio2 and IPR began to offer the physical book on their sites.

Spread for V20 Beckett’s Jyhad Diary

We deliberately have not yet put the PoD on sale on DTRPG, because we want to give the physical copies time to get ordered and be available in game stores, but we will after that happens. Which is very different from our long-held custom of putting out a PDF, getting feedback, and creating and releasing the PoD basically with the final PDF.

Sorry if that caused any confusion, we’re still working out the kinks of adding Studio2‘s distribution reach into our business model.

Including them, we now can deliver our projects to you in PDF and PoD on DTRPG, traditionally printed books and screens through the Kickstarter process, and through the distribution network to retailers. Studio2 and IPR also allow individuals to order the physical products from their websites, so you can order directly from them.

It’s a 4th way to get our projects to you, really, that works with our PDF/PoD/KS methods that have done so well for us these past six years, rather than replacing them.

One more thing about Pugmire that we also discussed underlining, is that folks should know that the main book does contain an adventure to get everyone started playing. It’s called “The Great Cat Conspiracy” and contain NPCs, Guide advice, and a great starting adventure with hints of deeper mysteries and conflicts to come.

Arms of the Chosen for Exalted 3rd full-page art by Gunship Revolution

Now, I did say last week that I would list some of the new projects we mentioned that were coming during the panels at GenCon50, yet this blog is getting long already. So let me take one section, the Chronicles of Darkness part of our “What’s Up With The WW IPs?” panel, and lay just the previously unannounced projects on you here:

CofD:

Vampire: The Requiem:

Spilled Blood: Fallen clans, alternate bloodlines, other kinds of vampires.

Shattered Masks: A Shards (alternative) World Setting where the Masquerade comes down. What effect does this have on a world of darkness where vampires are suddenly real, and among us?

Werewolf: The Forsaken:

Night Horrors: Shunned By The Moon: The Ghost Wolves, The Pure, the Bale Hounds. All enemies of the Tribes with their own myths and legends and Hunting Grounds that will be detailed in this book.

Mage: The Awakening:

Fallen Worlds: Fallen Worlds is about all the Mysteries that lead mages out of the material realm into the other planes within the Fallen World and beyond. Fallen Worlds would expand on the short descriptions of the Shadow, Underworld, and Depths, along with compressed rules for their inhabitants that are in M2nd with a chapter fully detailing mages in the Shadow, the Underworld, and stranger places that defy classification. Plus expanded rules for the inhabitants of these weird places, as antagonists and allies, and we’ll address some of the crossover questions that pop up from time to time regarding mages and the otherworlds described in other gamelines.

Changeling: The Lost:

Kith and Kin: This book greatly expands the number of new Kiths, powers focused on Kiths, and detailed tools for designing your own Kiths. This might become a KS reward during the CtL2 KS.

Hunter: The Vigil:

Possible Kickstarter projects, and,

Eternal Flame: Hunters, their societies, mysteries, and prey through the ages of mankind.

Geist: The Sin-Eaters:

Possible Kickstarter projects.

Mummy: The Curse:

Mummy 2nd* Deviant: The Renegades* CofD: Contagion Chronicle CofD: Innocents 2nd Edition

CofD: Dark Shards

*Previously announced or in the new brochure but worth including as big upcoming projects.

Truly: Many Worlds. One Path.

Spread from the M20: Art of Mage: The Ascension PDF released to backers last week.

BLURBS!

ON SALE!

Haaawooooo! The W20 Bundle of Holding is raging today all the way through until September 18th! http://ift.tt/2wd0Ron

You can get all sorts of W20 PDFs at great discounts and better still you can help our chosen charity for this bundle: the International Wolf Center.

ON AMAZON:

We’re delighted to announce the opening of our ebook store on Amazon! You can now read our fiction from the comfort and convenience of your Kindle. Our initial selection includes these fiction anthologies: Vampire: the Masquerade‘s Endless Ages, Werewolf: The Apocalypse 20th Anniversary Edition‘s Rites of Renown: When Will You Rage 2, Mage: The Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition‘s Truth Beyond Paradox, Chronicles of Darkness‘ God Machine Chronicle, Mummy: The Curse‘s Curse of the Blue Nile, and Beast: The Primordial‘s The Primordial Feast!

And now you can get these books in the Barnes and Noble Nook store too!

Vampire: The Masquerade: The Endless Ages Anthology

Werewolf: The Apocalypse: Rites of Renown: When Will You Rage II

Mage: The Ascension: Truth Beyond Paradox

Chronicles of Darkness: The God-Machine Chronicle Anthology

Mummy: The Curse: Curse of the Blue Nile

Beast: The Primordial: The Primordial Feast Anthology

And here are six more fiction books:

Vampire: The Masquerade: Of Predators and Prey: The Hunters Hunted II Anthology

Werewolf: The Apocalypse: The Poison Tree

Werewolf: The Apocalypse: Songs of the Sun and Moon: Tales of the Changing Breeds

Vampire: The Requiem: The Strix Chronicle Anthology

Werewolf: The Forsaken: The Idigam Chronicle Anthology

Mage: The Awakening: The Fallen World Chronicle Anthology

Andand six more more:

Vampire: The Masquerade: The Beast Within Anthology (Kindle, Nook)

Werewolf: The Apocalypse: W20 Cookbook (Kindle, Nook)

Exalted: Tales from the Age of Sorrows (Kindle, Nook)

Chronicles of Darkness: Tales of the Dark Eras (Kindle, Nook)

Promethean: The Created: The Firestorm Chronicle Anthology (Kindle, Nook)

Demon: The Descent: Demon: Interface (Kindle, Nook)

We’re working with Studio2 to get Pugmire out into stores, as well as to individuals through their online store. You can pick up the traditionally printed main book, the Screen, and the official Pugmire dice through our friends there!

Looking for our Deluxe or Prestige Edition books? Here’s the link to the press release we put out about how Onyx Path is now selling through Indie Press Revolution: http://ift.tt/1ZlTT6z

You can now order wave 2 of our Deluxe and Prestige print overrun books, including Deluxe Mage 20th Anniversary, and Deluxe V20 Dark Ages! And Screens…so many Screens!

And you can now order Pugmire: the book, the screen, and the dice!

ON DRIVETHRURPG.COM:

Available Wednesday, this all-new Trinity Continuum: Aeon poster, featuring the art we used for the cover of the StoryPath Booklet at this year’s GenCon!

From the massive Chronicles of Darkness: Dark Eras main book, we have pulled this single chapter, Dark Eras: After the Fall (Demon: The Descent Constantinople 1453-1458). The Ottoman conquest shatters Constantinople…and also the God-Machine’s grip on it. Unchained flock from all over the world to seek their fortunes in rebuilding the city. But is the Machine really gone, and if it is, can the Unchained face the horrors it drove into the shadows?

On sale Wednesday in PDF and physical copy PoD versions on DTRPG!

Calling all Good Dogs! The Pugmire Core Rulebook PDF is now available on DTRPG.com!

http://ift.tt/2wAaAp3

And the actual physical book, screen, and dice, are available to order on the IPR and Studio2 websites!

Studio2: http://ift.tt/2w0aaEW

From the massive Chronicles of Darkness: Dark Eras main book, we have pulled this single chapter, Dark Eras: A Grimm Dark Era (Changeling: The Lost Grimm’s Tales). With the publication of Grimm’s Fairy Tales, the Lost find themselves subject to the strength of stories, to a degree never before seen. As numerous stories reach greater audiences, the power of tales redefine what it means to be a changeling. Here, we explore a shift in the veil between fiction and reality, and find changelings who escaped by embracing the odd rules of the fantastic.

http://ift.tt/2iD3wTu

On sale in PDF and physical copy PoD versions on DTRPG!

From the massive Chronicles of Darkness: Dark Eras main book, we have pulled this single chapter, Dark Eras: Lily, Sabre, and Thorn (Changeling: The Lost Swashbuckling France 1600s – early 1700s). In the Age of Reason under the reign of Louis XIV, enlightenment went hand-in-hand with court intrigues. The Sun King’s court influenced a time when changeling freeholds gained increasing unity and communication. It is a time of adventure, deception, betrayal, and passion — the roar of cannon, the rustle of silk, the ring of steel. The joys and sorrows and outrageous fortunes of the swashbuckler — these are all too well-known to the Lost.

On sale in PDF and PoD versions at DTRPG.com this Weds!

Satyr Phil Brucato beckons you once more into the Annex of Mage: The Ascension with this 300 page follow-up to M20. The M20 Book of Secrets is NOW on sale in PDF and PoD versions at DTRPG.com! http://ift.tt/2tKyJtb

More Than Magick

For mages who think they have everything, this trove of treasures expands upon the wealth of material presented throughout Mage: The Ascension’s 20th Anniversary Edition. New Traits, new rules, essays, answers, information… the Secrets are revealed within.

Enter the Annex

Building upon the M20 core rulebook, this Book of Secrets features updated rules and setting material, such as…

An M20 FAQ Genres & Resources

Matters of Focus Justice & Influence

New Abilities, Archetypes, Merits & Flaws

Expanded Rules for Combat, Resonance, Wonders, Computer Systems, and More

This Ascension Continues…

Chomping it’s way to you comes the Dagger of Spiragos adventure PDF for Scarred Lands! This second in the Spiragos trilogy for levels 4-6 is now in both 5e and Pathfinder PDF versions on DriveThruRPG.com!

PF: http://ift.tt/2uvy38a

5e: http://ift.tt/2uS6FDT

The Titans’ Relics Must Be Destroyed!

Artifacts from the fallen titan Spiragos have been recovered, and forces are at work that would see them used for ill. The Dagger of Spiragos and the Ring of Spiragos are now in the player characters’ hands — and they must do what they can to rid Scarn of the foul relics of the titans, whatever the cost!

What Came Before

Dagger of Spiragos is a sequel to the 2014 Gen Con Scarred Lands Special Preview adventure, Gauntlet of Spiragos (available as a free download on DriveThruRPG. com and RPGnow.com). It is also the second adventure in the Spiragos Saga, with Ring of Spiragos, the dramatic finale, as the third and culminating title.

In Gauntlet of Spiragos, the PCs traveled to the legendary Chasm of Flies, where they discovered a tribe of spider-eye goblins who possessed relics of their fallen master, Spiragos. Now, with those items in hand, the PCs travel to the city of Fangsfall, where they must seek aid in destroying the foul objects.

But others wish to possess these items, too,

Sailing out of the dark, the V20 Dark Ages Companion PDF and physical book PoD versions are going on sale Wednesday on DriveThruRPG.com! http://ift.tt/2pX42dq

Travel the long roads and deep seas in search of power and experience danger, or tackle the wilderness to hunt monsters and face death. Settlements large and small dot the black expanse with the promise of sanctuary, life, and community. These bastions of civilization present cold comfort, when playing host to vampire warlords and sadistic Cainite faiths. Whether led by a Prince, a coordinated belief, or hounded by monsters from without and within — no domain is truly the same as another.

Dark Ages Companion includes:

• Domains scattered across the world, from small fiefdoms to massive cities. Bath, Bjarkarey, Constantinople, Rome, Mogadishu, and Mangaluru each receive coverage.

• Apocrypha including plot hooks, new Paths, and mysteries to explore in your games.

• A how-to guide on building a domain within your chronicle, including events and servants necessary to make a domain as functional or dysfunctional as you wish.

• A study on warfare in the Dark Ages period, so combat in your chronicles can gain authenticity and lethality.

From the Primordial to your Chronicles, Beast‘s Building a Legend has risen in PDF and PoD formats on DTRPG.com!

http://ift.tt/2u1BBkU

CREATING A CHRONICLE IS REWARDING…

…so why should the Storyteller have all the fun?

The whole troupe should get in on the action, making for a chronicle that reflects the preferences and predilections of all the players.

Building a Legend is a guide for doing exactly that — making a cohesive chronicle, starting with character creation, for Beast: The Primordial. It includes advice on creating Storyteller characters, folding in real world history, and populating the Primordial Dream.

From the massive Chronicles of Darkness: Dark Eras main book, we have pulled this single chapter, Dark Eras: Requiem for Regina (Vampire: The Requiem Elizabethan London 1593). We have shared the world with monsters for millennia. In Elizabeth’s London, vampires built their own empire brick by bloody brick while Elizabeth I cemented her grip on newly Protestant England. Carefully balancing demands from those with Catholic and Lutheran sympathies, she forged a police state. Yet London emerged as a thriving cultural center, and from the crucible emerged a Kindred society forever changed.

http://ift.tt/2sl0Zh4

On sale in PDF and physical copy PoD versions on DTRPG!

What dark secrets do the eldest vampires hold? Find out in Thousand Years of Night for Vampire: The Requiem! Advance PDF version available now on DriveThruRPG.com. http://ift.tt/2sV8lZR

You may think that with a multitude of people coming, going, dying and running away, we’d be tired, done, or ready to give up. Instead, I find myself restless, looking for the next thing. There’s always a next thing, and I for one am not yet ready to die.

– Elder Kincaid, Daeva Crone

This book includes:

• Detailed instructions on creating elder vampires, including how to base chronicles around them

• A look into the lives of elders, how they spend their nights, who they work with, and why including their roles in both their clans and covenants

• New Devotions, Merits, and Rituals for elder vampires

• The kinds of creatures that pose a threat to elder vampires, including Inamorata, Lamia, Sons of Phobos, a new elder conspiracy, and more!

CONVENTIONS!

Fast Eddy Webb will be running Pugmire during the online convention Gauntlet Con: http://ift.tt/2sSctbs which runs from Oct. 20 – 22.

In November, we’ll be at Game Hole Con in Madison, WI. More news as we have it, and here’s their website: http://ift.tt/RIm6qP

And now, the new project status updates!

DEVELOPMENT STATUS FROM ROLLICKING ROSE (projects in bold have changed status since last week):

First Draft (The first phase of a project that is about the work being done by writers, not dev prep)

Trinity Continuum: Aeon Rulebook (The Trinity Continuum)

M20 Gods and Monsters (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

M20 Book of the Fallen (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

C20 Novel (Jackie Cassada) (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition)

Monarchies of Mau (Monarchies of Mau)

Night Horrors: The Tormented (Promethean: The Created 2nd Edition)

Deviant: The Renegades (Deviant: The Renegades)

They Came From Beneath the Sea! Rulebook (TCFBtS!)

Redlines

Kithbook Boggans (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition)

Hunter: the Vigil 2e core (Hunter: the Vigil 2nd Edition)

Exalted 3rd Novel by Matt Forbeck (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Second Draft

WoD Ghost Hunters (World of Darkness)

Tales of Good Dogs – Pugmire Fiction Anthology (Pugmire)

Development

Signs of Sorcery (Mage: the Awakening Second Edition)

SL Ring of Spiragos (Pathfinder – Scarred Lands 2nd Edition)

Ring of Spiragos (5e – Scarred Lands 2nd Edition)

Pugmire Pan’s Guide for New Pioneers (Pugmire)

Scion: Origin (Scion 2nd Edition)

Scion: Hero (Scion 2nd Edition)

Trinity Continuum Core Rulebook (The Trinity Continuum)

GtS Geist 2e core (Geist: the Sin-Eaters Second Edition)

DtD Night Horrors: Enemy Action (Demon: the Descent)

Dragon-Blooded (Exalted 3rd Edition)

The Realm (Exalted 3rd Edition)

WW Manuscript Approval:

Editing:

C20 Ready Made Characters (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition)

Ex Novel 2 (Aaron Rosenberg) (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Post-Editing Development:

W20 Changing Ways (Werewolf: the Apocalypse 20th Anniversary Edition)

Changeling: the Lost 2nd Edition, featuring the Huntsmen Chronicle (Changeling: the Lost 2nd Edition)

M20 Cookbook (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

Indexing:

ART DIRECTION FROM MIRTHFUL MIKE:

In Art Direction

W20 Pentex Employee Indoctrination Handbook – Have to double check, but I think all the art is in.

Cavaliers of Mars – Prepping KS.

W20 Changing Ways – Some of the halfs are in and at WW for approval.

Ex3 Monthly Stuff

Scion Origins – Art almost all in.

Ring of Spiragos

Beast PG – Art is in and at WW for approvals.

VtR Half Damned – Art coming in.

Book of Freeholds – AD’d.

DtD Enemy Action – Sending out Artnotes and Contracts.

C20 RMCs – Should see sketches in the next week or so.

Marketing Stuff

In Layout

Prince’s Gambit – Remaining art is arting.

Beckett’s Jyhad Diary – Ten chapters done… about 20 to go.

Wraith 20

Ex 3 Arms of the Chosen – Art at WW for approval. Getting files over to Josh so he can begin layout.

Proofing

VDA Jumpstart – Interior anyway… working out the cover…

At Press

Beckett Screen – Shipped to shipper.

Scarred Land PGs & Wise and the Wicked PF & 5e – On a boat to the US.

Dark Eras: God’s Own Country – PoD proof ordered.

Dark Eras: After the Fall – PDF and PoD on sale Wednesday on DTRPG.

VTR: Thousand Years of Night – Errors discovered at GenCon, getting fixed.

Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition (Changeling: the Dreaming 20th Anniversary Edition) – PoD proof ordered…

C20 Jumpstart PDF – Inputting Errata this week and getting PoD files uploaded.

CtL Huntsmen Chronicle Anthology PDF

Art of Mage – Out to Backers last week.

TODAY’S REASON TO CELEBRATE: If a meeting is labor, then we labored today. Time to celebrate the last of Summer.

#Onyx Path Publishing

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filopay · 6 years ago

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Harry Potter and the summoning of Old Wizard Grumble

Predictive text writing a weird Harry Potter story, with Botniks / @objectdreams keyboard prototype public app.

I just changed minor things so the sentences actually make some kind of sense xD Enjoy Harry Potter and the summoning of Old Wizard Grumble. Don’t forget m'boy Barty

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Harry could hear her muttering under the desk. Professor Lupin looked aghast with his left eye and drooling angrily. Hermione defended voice echoed impressively through the darkness towards them.

“Where do vanished objects go, I barely know and tell me more about those tea leaves gentlemen!”

“I think we ought to ask the Dark Lord’s snatchers. But how come you’ve not already stolen Neville’s books?” Lupin muttered moon-eyed. “Depression,” she said quietly behind her enormous arm waving at Harry over her head. Harry spoke again: “You think it’s up to me because you’re that snappy?” The floor beside them fell into silence. Sleep caught them all, for the first time in hours. Suddenly the portrait hole opened its mouth wide with terror for some sign of interrupting. Harry’s face washed vividly and looked over the threshold with love. “Shouting menacingly obviously exhausted the department like a weapon, you know?” said Hermione with utter astonishment.

Harry looked closer — professor ’Grumble’ pointing at him from every corner. Snow reappearing suddenly as though they knew who had gone mad now.

“Don’t Harry! We can’t jump you to your beloved Lord Voldemort!”

Harry didn’t listen to Ronley; instead he started hiccupping under his nose. “Well it’s warning me to teach the department mysteries about you. Looks like they’ve wanted points for Gryffindor.”

There seemed to breathe a Figure on their backs and clambered rather frightened into their view. Ron stared up into Harry’s green eyes.

“Ghoul you harry, come here and remain present or it’s staying like this between us!” said Ron sharply face contorted with concentration.

“… afraid I can’t. Yeah, magic wishes that we never take goodness out of our hearts, only on Mondays,” he whispered again, pointing toward himself trapped inside his robes.

“Hermione, do something!” screamed Ron sharply vibrating with joy before they would all be fruitless weasels trapped in hugs of robes. Mungo’s a little straighter than usual and they contain invisibility on Harry’s dancing shamrock uncontrollably.

She screamed Madam Window into view once before but there were many slender fingers along the corridor. Too many.

She wondered… Had Voldemort ever raised eyebrows coldly — like Ron forcefully and convincing? She couldn’t unblinkingly repeat the great dislike they gravely had experienced.

“I thought we ought to ask away ideas from death eaters who’d Hagrid make grawp?”

“Obviously they don’t,” Lupin demanded suspiciously, “Harry caught them, don’t I know what this means?”

“I don’t decide which makes bagman good as if you’d get it either way.” Hermione defends, “Sent it to me and he won’t pay attention to what you were supposed to do.”

Hermione gasped sternly as they both grabbed her and pulled her wand pointing warningly. Politeness had never been their magic.

Quietly… commotion had turned still and for support she didn’t crouch or protect Harry as Luna dreamily reached into Harry’s eyes.

Slowly, nearly hiccupping slightly too, she was sure to look suspicious.

Then several lights flickered and Professor Lupin firmly said a familiar arts of wizardry candle spell. Finally, light roared into the corridor and they saw what had attacked Harry.

There on his chest they saw Hermione’s face contorted with rage!

“Tragic losses is challenge enough without Dumbledore.” Ron complaining while Ariana sings in their dormitories.

“And now look at happy Harry. He seems to have crashed there…” They all looked at Harry Potter and Luna, bodies waffling over the chamber.

Hermione began pulling shards indifferently from Harry, before they had time to attempt a low blow to her middle.

Ron was fascinated as the entrance to Gryffindor had just emerged.

This meant that Luna had probably deliberately turned hiccup into the dark arts! Harry began tearing up in time, looking at Hermione with something close to wonder.

“Are you alright, Harry?” she asked him.

“I think we should vote next time, so we dungbombs don’t get stuck again.”

“I dunno.” she questioned him, “M'boy Barty Crouch took possession of you. You would have failed even with Dumbledore’s Picnic Law Enforcement Patrol, ah.”

“The ministry has hushed; you see vengeance… I had to Dumbledore it.” Harry defended.

“Broomsticks holds him up and down whether you’ve get rid of Horcruxes or something else unworthy.”

Suddenly there were footsteps below - Ron sobbed into Harry’s fire whisky, tickling all three prisoners of magical mischief at once.

They didn’t realise Dumbledore quietly billowed free from inside Griffindors gate.

Dumbledore smiled at each witch or wizard in front of him.

“Don’t I know you?” But before he’d voice his pigwidgeon, he turned quickly to the window and hanging himself upside down, “Oh well, I don’t mean to be difficult. I just went to heaven’s lake.”

“Birdy will understand.” said Dumbledore cheerfully to the ceiling as a normal bird worked at his feet. Raven said nothing. It bounced onto Dumbledore’s tilted hat decorated with his hands.

Harry bitterly leaves all magic. The cloak falling out of invisibility, as the wizard long thought lost, stood before them once again.

There on his faces set his fingers together again holding Harry close. An image he thought was trying to get through to him. It was. He was supposed to be ice, died doing what you’re supposed to do, if you’re ministry. And now he’s sorry about what happened?

How did he know it’s people and not fawkes? What’s the matter with Dumbledore?

“Merlin’s games snapped yeh pureblood tale prophecy about Voldemort and then we’re just trying to stop his plan?”

“Suspicions have even lowered you to take this surprised moonstone and now you see Voldemort everywhere.” Dumbledore sighed.

Then Harry shouted over his shoulder at Dumbledore. The dust of a moonstone tingling in his nose.

“I’m even underage and you think it’s going awkward? No one else is that mad and hairy I reassure you.”

“In spite of everything else, Voldemort abandoned you, Harry. You see, his face been trying quick cloak magic.” Dumbledore tried to explain.

Then Hermione Granger crossing lines again by saying it’s Slughorn’s whatsoever and that’s it. They seemed dead serious on trying to stop Voldemort this year, but it wasn’t supposed to pennyfeather the end of magic!

Cruelty matters now, silly little girl she was.

What happened, yes, I think was Hermione’s guarded understanding of how to close Dumbledore’s room.

She didn’t know what’s okay anymore. Eh, I don’t blame her and that’s deathly but she can’t nonstop Harry Potter her way around.

What happened last night got something much worse form mixed ancient affairs and draw attention to the school.

“I think someone flushed lord Voldemort himself free to come forward and then, m'boy Barty perfectly capable thinks I’ll strike it down. I don’t.” she explained proudly to the old Wizard Grumble. “Because helping muggle women wear those Dementor’s socks wounds Harry's brainpower strongly.”

Dumbledore just purple from inside allowed defeat unhinged.

“Please sit down. I think we need to discuss boats.”

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