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Pirate Terms and Phrases

-> Pirate Lingo

-> A Pirate's Glossary

Batten Down The Hatches - tie everything down and put stuff away for a coming storm.

Brig - a prison on a ship.

Bring a Spring Upon 'er - turn the ship in a different direction

Broadside - the most vulnerable angle of a ship that runs the length of the boat.

Cutlass - a thick, heavy and rather short sword blade.

Dance with Jack Ketch - to hang; death at the hands of the law (Jack Ketch was a famed English executioner).

Davy Jones's Locker - a mythical place at the bottom of the ocean where drowned sailors are said to go.

Dead Men Tell No Tales - the reason given for leaving no survivors.

Flogging - severe beating of a person.

Gangplank - removable ramp between the pier and ship.

Give No Quarter - show no mercy.

Jack - flag flown at the front of the ship to show nationality.

Jolly Roger - black pirate flag with a white skull and crossbones.

Keelhaul - a punishment where someone is dragged under the ship. They are cut by the planks and barnacles on the bottom of the ship.

Landlubber - an inexperienced or clumsy person who doesn't have any sailing skills.

Letters of Marque - government-issued letters allowing privateers the right to piracy of another ship during wartime.

Man-O-War - a pirate ship that is decked out and prepared for battle.

Maroon - to leave someone stranded on a. deserted island with no supplies, typically a punishment for any crew members who disrespected the captain.

Mutiny - a situation in which the crew chooses a new captain, sometimes by forcibly removing the old one.

No Prey, No Pay - a common pirate law that meant crew members were not paid, but rather received a share of whatever loot was taken.

Old Salt - experienced pirate or sailor.

Pillage - to steal/rob a place using violence.

Powder Monkeys - men that performed the most dangerous work on the ship. They were treated harshly, rarely paid, and were expendable.

Privateer - government-appointed pirates.

Run A Shot Across the Bow - fire a warning shot at another boat's Captain.

Scurvy - a disease caused by Vitamin C Deficiency.

Sea Legs - when a sailor adjusts his balance from riding on a boat for a long time.

Strike Colors - lower a ship's flag to indicate surrender.

Weigh Anchor and Hoist the Mizzen - an order to the crew to pull up the anchor and get the ship sailing.

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Gentle Tide Harbor - town info post

The seaside town where the Nightshades live. It is part of a region in Saventhia.

Town name: Gentle Tide Harbor

Mayor: Mr. Dew

A perky mayor who is very proud of his position.

Borders & geographic limits: 

The ocean (west) 

Fortified town (north), separated by a dense forest

Another small town (east), past the Nightshade cottage

Economy: Trade

Seafood (export)

Artisan (import/export)

Magical items (staffs, wands, amulets, potions, etc)

Artisinal foods

Weapons (swords, daggers, shields, etc)

Spices & grains (import/export)

Fruits and Produce (import/export)

Locations:

Town hall

The marketplace (located on a boardwalk at the town's seaport)

Fishermen stands

Spices & grains stands

Stands selling ingredients for spells/potions

Stands selling things from other places in Saventhia

Shops/Eatery (located within the town)

Seamstress

Bakery

Blacksmith

Tavern

Potions Shop

Beach

Library/Museum

Guard’s office

Magic Schools

Festivities:

Seafood festival

Celebrating the town’s most adored cuisine, as well as its prosperous fishing market.

There’s a fishing contest; whoever can catch the biggest fish wins a trophy along with a cash prize

There’s so many seafood dishes omg

It’s celebrated at the town’s sea port; duration: 1 week

Harvest festival

Celebrating the end of the town’s harvesting season

It is a fairly small festival compared to the Seafood festival, but it’s still fun!

Lots of food!

Also lots of farmer’s markets!

It’s celebrated in the town square

At night, there’s a campfire lit in the center of town square

Duration: 2 days

#that's all i got on it so far #but this is the basic info of the town #gentle tide harbor #gwendolyn nightshade #saventhia #my ocs

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A master post of Thomas Romain’s art tutorials.

There’s not enough space to post all of them, SO here’s links to everything he has posted (on twitter) so far : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12. 

Now that new semesters have started, I thought people might need these. Enjoy your lessons!

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I wanna do more of these… >:U

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glam rock kon is something that can be so personal

#bryan would def rock these outfits! #bryan nunez #urban fantasy

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i love this so much!!!! tysm!!! <33333

au mash-up #6

12 roommate + 48 fake dating

prompted by @headcanonseverywhere ♥

There’s not much Maksim Rachkov wouldn’t do to prevent his mother from coming to visit.

He’s faked chicken pox, despite having it as a child. He told her a pipe burst in the building once. He’s even told her he was spontaneously out of the country, even though he had Bates over for a weeklong gaming session. 

But this - there may be no topping this. But this is what Elizaveta Rachkova gets for dropping by unannounced.

“You’re sleeping with your roommate?” his imperious mother asks, holding her designer bag close to her, appraising her son. 

Maks grins, wrapping his arms more firmly around Gwendolyn, who he can feel heating up with some kind of blush; he’s hoping she’s enjoying this and isn’t going to murder him at the first chance she gets.

Murder is beneath her, he knows, but there’s always the possibility she’ll change her mind.

“Dating,” he clarifies, with a kiss on Gwendolyn's temple. It’s helping his charade that Gwen’s wearing one of his borrowed shirts. He loves that she steals them out of the laundry. “I’m dating my roommate Mom. And it’s new, so if you don’t mind, we’d like some privacy.”

Gwendolyn slides her eyes to him, and he grins even wider, winking at her as his fingers play with the hem of her shirt.

“Very well,” his mother says, rolling hazel eyes behind a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. “I’ll send a car to pick you both up for dinner at 7. Your brothers are in town, and you can’t spend all day in bed Maksi.” 

“Maxi?” Gwendolyn repeats, without the Russian inflections, a small smile playing on her beautiful mouth.

Veta’s triumphant smile is enough to let Maks know he’s lost this time.

“I’ll see you both this evening. Good luck with the family Gwendolyn, you’ll need it,” she says, waving as she leaves the apartment.

“Maxi?” Gwendolyn says again, pulling away from him. “What exactly was all that?”

Maks frowns as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. He shrugs his shoulders, watching her reaction.

“I needed an excuse to get out of spending time with my overbearing mother,” he says easily. 

“And now she thinks we’re dating,” she replies, crossing her arms. He nods. “And I have to go to dinner with your family.”

“You don’t have to,” Maks says quickly, “It’s believable enough that you’d dump me after meeting her like that.”

“I’m not so easily scared off,” Gwendolyn counters, lifting a hand to push a curl behind an ear. In his pocket, Maks’ hand twitches.

“You will be after tonight, meelaya,” he says darkly, brushing past her with a quick kiss to her cheek. “If you’re serious, we’ll have to be believable. Get our story straight. Out lovey-dove Stasi and her boyfriend, and convince Kat that I’ve reformed.”

Gwendolyn lifts her eyebrows, her cheeks flushing as she watches him flop on the couch.

“Then we’d better get our answers down.”

#gwendolyn nightshade #anonai mauzy #maksim rachkov #gwendolyn x anonai #friends' fics #friends' ocs #my ocs

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this is amazing!! I love it!! <33

college au prompts 5/6

prompt: “I have a paper due tomorrow and it’s three am, I need all your coffee cause I ran out”

prompted by @headcanonseverywhere ♥

She doesn’t know him super well, and certainly not well enough for this.

“Please Roman, I’ll owe you big time,” he pleads over the phone, “I swear, I just need enough coffee to make another pot.”

“Kirkwood, it’s three in the morning. You don’t have anyone else you could have called?” she asks, moving her mouse to navigate through law journals, phone held in her other hand against her ear.

“You were the only one who picked up,” he replies miserably. “I’ve been going through my contacts alphabetically.”

“So you made it to C before anyone picked up?”

“R, actually. My contacts are organised by first name.”

Roman sighs, her gaze sliding to her own nearly empty mug of coffee.

“You know where I live?”

An affirmative noise.

“I’m making my own coffee. Bring your laptop and headphones, and come over. I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

She hangs up on his gratuitous gratitude, and sighs, pushing herself up out of her chair. The apartment is still, the light filtering in from the flickering street lamp outside. Roman presses the lightswitch in the kitchen, pulling the coffee out of the cupboard.

Her mind whirls with facts, cases, and numbers, and she calms herself with deep breaths as she waits for the coffee to brew. The soft knock at the door startles her back to reality.

“Come on in,” she says, opening the door to a dishevelled Will Kirkwood. Down the street, a few partygoers are stumbling home, and Roman rolls her eyes.

“Thanks,” he whispers, clutching his backpack. “I really owe you one.”

“You really do,” she replies blankly, “You can set up here, there’s an outlet on the wall by the dining table.”

He smiles, nodding as he sets his laptop down.

“This paper is everything, and I have to finish it,” he explains, pulling out his laptop.

“I get it Will,” Roman replies softly, “Coffee’s made, help yourself. Marilyn sleeps like the dead, but don’t like, disturb her or anything. I’ll be in my room.”

“Thanks again, Roman,” Will says quickly. “I appreciate it.”

She turns on her way back to her room, coffee in hand, and smiles a little at him.

“You’re welcome Will.”

It’s sunrise by the time Roman leaves her room, the bags under her eyes heavy as she carries her mug downstairs.

To her surprise, Will is still sitting at her table, staring at a bright laptop screen.

“I wrote poetry,” he says hoarsely, staring at the screen as Roman enters the room. “I haven’t written anything on my paper. All I’ve written is…poetry.”

She frowns, looking at the full coffee pot.

“How much coffee have you had?” she asks.

“Two pots.”

“You’re switching to water,” she announces, taking his mug away. “Get caught up thinking of that sorority president you like again?”

The terrified look he gives her tells her that yes, yes he did.

“It’s no secret,” she sighs, “I’ll make breakfast, you can eat, and then you will finish your paper.”

He looks at her with wide eyes.

“You can buy my drinks at poetry night,” she replies, opening the fridge, “For the rest of the year.”

#will kirkwood #roman caldwell #college au #urban fantasy world #friends' fics

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yesterday i reblogged a drawing resource that included how to draw hijabs - and it honestly wasn’t the best advice i’ve seen out there

now, i’m not an artist. but what i saw was a video that included hijab styles most of us don’t really wear and incorrect terminology surrounding niqabs and burqas (yes, there is a difference between the two)

so, i went searching and found a tutorial that i felt was better! these drawing guides and examples come from @/winchestermeg on twitter, and i think they’re really great 💕

this has more relevant examples and correct terminologies, and is drawn by a muslim woman

enjoy, artists of tumblr!

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working on the plot: 🚫🙈🤢🙅

working on tiny worldbuilding/character details that probably won’t even make it into the story: 👌😍💯👁️

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calling all authors!!

i have just stumbled upon the most beautiful public document i have ever laid eyes on. this also goes for anyone whose pastimes include any sort of character creation. may i present, the HOLY GRAIL:

https://www.fbiic.gov/public/2008/nov/Naming_practice_guide_UK_2006.pdf

this wonderful 88-page piece has step by step breakdowns of how names work in different cultures! i needed to know how to name a Muslim character it has already helped me SO MUCH and i’ve known about it for all of 15 minutes!! i am thoroughly amazed and i just needed to share with you guys 

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one time my boss told me to imagine chicken wings when I draw thumbs and like. I hate that it’s actually helped me significantly

#this is actually very helpful #reference

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i love this!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3

warm-up #42

you turned up at my door sopping wet and i don’t know what else to do au

prompted by @headcanonseverywhere ♥

There are few things she loves more than a thunderstorm. Charlotte’s little studio apartment has become her own tiny little haven, and she smiles to herself, looking out the window at the thundering skies, parting with lightning every so often.

Her hands cup a steaming mug of tea and she takes a slow sip, savouring the deep flavours of the black tea when a knock disturbs her carefully curated quiet.

She sets the tea down on the kitchen counter as she crosses the apartment to check the door. On the other side of the peephole is Divos, soaked through with rain. He’s looking into the peephole and waves enthusiastically in the hallway.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, opening the door. “Chrys’ apartment is a few doors back.”

“I came to see you! Rain is so pretty, isn’t it?” he replies, smiling widely at her. He’s dripping on the carpet, and Charlotte’s eye twitches.

“Do you want to come in and dry off?” she asks monotonously. “I have…tea.”

Divos makes a face but enters the apartment. She holds up a hand, stopping him in the tiny foyer as the door shuts behind him.

“Don’t move until I get you a towel,” she warns. “And I have fruit tea. It’s like…hot juice.”

He lights up, nodding enthusiastically, his wet hair spraying water on her walls. 

“Please don’t do that,” she says with a wince, opening the cabinet to pull out a black towel. “Just- just stand there.”

#divos #charlotte perks #warren peace #wpu #my ocs #friends' ocs #friends' fics

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i love this sm!!! <3 <3

warm-up #41

ski patrol au

prompted by @headcanonseverywhere ♥

The hills are full of people, and Liam wishes they’d all just go faster.

As it is, they are slowpokes, so he just crouches and uses his poles to make himself go faster.

He laughs into the adrenaline as he coasts down the hill, dodging leisurely couples and smaller children learning to ski near the bottoms of the hill. Liam whoops as he slides to a stop, kicking up powder everywhere at the end of the hill.

“Hey, little dude!”

Liam, a very respectable fourteen, knows the ski patroller can’t be referring to him.

“Yeah, you!”

The blonde narrows his eyes at the young man skiing over, and it takes him all of four seconds to pinpoint three different weaknesses to throw back at him as needed.

“What?” Liam asks, pushing his goggles up onto his head making blonde hair stick up in every which directions.

“Just a reminder you have to share the hills,” the patroller says. His jacket has a patch embroidered with M. BACHMEIR on it, and Liam frowns, meeting the blue eyes of the young man. “I’ve got a few complaints that you’ve nearly knocked a few people over, so this is just a reminder dude. Maybe try a hill with higher difficulty to get away from some of the crowds?”

Despite the acne, which Liam is developing himself and now sees is not a reason to come after someone or doubt their capabilities, Liam can see M. Bachmeir’s reasoning.

“Yeah dude, I’ll switch hills,” he says with a shrug. “See ya.”

“Thanks little dude!”

“I’m fourteen man, stop calling me little,” Liam yells as he stomps his skis awkwardly to the lift.

#mallory bachmeier #liam trow #pjo ocs #my ocs #friends' ocs #friends' fics

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this is amazing!!!! these two need to interact more lol

warm-up #37

the electricity went out and i don’t have candles au

prompted by @headcanonseverywhere ♥

The darkness at Camp Half-Blood can be comforting, knowing that the magical borders and protections are in place, but in the case of a power outage - the deep dark forest is more foreboding than anything.

“We’ll figure something out,” Trent says, waving a flashlight ahead of them, as he leads Haruka down the path from the Big House. “I mean, put the heads of a few demigods together and what can’t be accomplished?”

He looks down at her with a smile that should be reassuring, but with the dim moonlight and the reflection of the flashlight, Haruka can only offer a wincing smile in return.

“Perhaps not the greek fire as torchlight this time,” she replies softly, scrunching her nose at the memory. 

Trent nods thoughtfully.

“I mean, it was fine until it burned through the candles.”

#trent baker #pjo ocs #my ocs #friends' ocs #friends' fics #haruka uehara

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The Nightshade Sisters Go To Chicago 3

Plot: Gwendolyn and her aunts gather around for lunch after managing the bakery, when they receive an unexpected visitor.

Part 3/?

Part 1 | Part 2

Things around the bakery began to settle down towards the afternoon, which was a perfect time for lunch, and the Nightshade sisters were very eager to feed their niece with all of the delicacies they had brought from Saventhia.

“I can’t believe it, you brought starberry pie!” Gwendolyn gasped as she saw Adissa retrieve a deliciously-smelling pie from her basket. She set it on the table they sat and began to cut a piece, to which its filling immediately began to glow, illuminating the table and themselves in a bright shade of blue.

“Of course we did,” beamed Odessa, taking her piece of the pie. “We know how much you love them, so we baked one especially for you!”

“And you should’ve seen them when we were harvesting them,” added Seraphina, while cutting a piece for Gwendolyn. “They’ve grown so plump and bright, our whole garden looked like a starry-night sky!”

“Oh, I wish I was there to see it!” Gwendolyn smiled.

And they all talked and reminisced about Gwendolyn’s time in Saventhia, from when she was just a baby up until she left to start her own bakery. The sisters were more than happy to look back on those days, but also to share with their niece the things that have happened back home since her departure, all of the changes and new faces around town.

As they continued to peruse down memory lane, the door chime rang. They all turned towards the front door, and there stood an expensively well-dressed man. He looked around the bakery, until his eyes settled on Gwendolyn, and with a brilliant smile he made his way towards her.

“Mr. Fortuna!” Gwendolyn announced, looking very surprised.

“Miss Nightshade,” he nodded politely. “I apologize for startling you.”

“My, what a handsome young man.” Seraphina whispered, only to be elbowed by Odessa.

“No, it’s not that,” continued Gwendolyn, ignoring her aunts. “I just…wasn’t expecting you…”

He chuckled. “I heard it was your birthday, so I wanted to invite you to lunch with me at Fortuna Enterprises.”

“Ooh, how wonderful!” sang Seraphina. “Surely you will accept, right Gwendolyn?”

“But if you don't, that's fine as well.” added Odessa, sizing him up.

“Will there be shortcakes?” asked Adissa.

“That can be arranged,” he smiled.

“Mr. Fortuna—” Gwendolyn began.

“Please, call me Giovanni.”

“Mr. Fortuna,” she continued. “I appreciate the kind offer, but I'm already having lunch with my aunts—”

“Gwendolyn, where are your manners?!” cried Seraphina. “How can you refuse such a kind offer as that?!”

“Because she's already engaged with us!” Odessa retaliated.

“Oh, it's just lunch, he won't keep her for that long,” Seraphina tutted. “Besides, she's young, she needs to be around young people—especially around young suitors.”

“Aunt Sera!” cried Gwendolyn, but Giovanni simply chuckled behind her.

“Well, forgive me for interrupting you all,” he said, as he turned to the front door. “Perhaps another time, then?”

“Maybe,” Gwendolyn said, unsure.

“She’ll definitely think about it!” Seraphina cried, but was elbowed by Odessa once again.

But as Giovanni turned towards the front door, Adissa suddenly appeared carrying a plate of starberry pie in her hands.

“Would you like a piece before you go?” asked Adissa suddenly, already cutting a piece for him.

Giovanni paused. “...What is that?”

“It’s, starberry pie!” Adissa replied happily, handing the piece to him.

Giovanni looked at the humble pie with a mixture of genuine confusion, and a slight repulsion

“It’s a Saventhian delicacy,” Gwendolyn explained, noticing his reaction. “Quite popular too.”

Giovanni glanced at Gwendolyn, then stared at the piece of pie in Adissa’s hands once more. “Ah, I’m sorry, but I don’t usually eat sweets at this hour.”

“You can take it home, and try it then!” Adissa smiled, making her way to the counter to grab a take out bag.

“O-Oh, that won’t be necessary, miss—”

“Are your tastes too refined for a countryside dish, Mr. Fortuna?” muttered Odessa.

“Aunt Dessa!” Gwendolyn whispered to her.

“Oh, you’ll grow to love starberry pie!” exclaimed Seraphina, ignoring her sister’s remark. “Then you’ll be it’s biggest fan, just like Gwennie here!”

Giovanni turned to Gwendolyn. “Is that true?”

She nodded, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah, it is—it’s one of my favorites.”

He stared at her for a moment with calculating eyes, until Adissa appeared again, this time carrying the starberry pie inside a pastry bag with the bakery’s logo stamped onto it, and handed it to him.

“It’s best to eat it when it’s warm,” she said, kindly. “So make sure to heat it up when you get home!”

Giovanni looked at the pastry bag for a while, before taking it from her hands, and smiled politely at the little old lady, to which she giggled with delight.

“Thank you.” he nodded, then turned to Gwendolyn. “Maybe I’ll grow to like it after all.”

“You’ll only know if you try.” she said.

He smiled, then made his way to the door before stopping right as he was about to open it, and faced Gwendolyn once again. “My invitation to lunch still stands, albeit for another day.”

“...I’ll think about it.” she decided.

“Please do.” he said, and left the bakery.

Soon the room erupted in chatter, from Seraphina’s constant praising of Giovanni, to Odessa’s distaste towards him, to Adissa’s random anecdotes which had nothing to do with the topic at hand.

#gwendolyn nightshade #giovanni fortuna #the nightshade sisters #urban fantasy world #my ocs #my fics

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Hang Out?

Plot: Divos meets Kyra, and it’s kinda awkward :\

Divos was supposed to be in his physics class, but decided to stroll around campus instead. He didn’t like physics anyway, or any subject that involved numbers, or too much thinking. It always baffled him that humans would subject themselves to such torturous things, and for hours on end! Truly, they were a confusing species to him.

As he walked down a small path surrounded by open grassy terrain, filled with students rushing to their classes, or hanging out in small groups, he noticed someone he had seen before. A rather tall person walked far across from him, and from the scars scattered across their arms and face, and the sight of their buzzcut, he knew it was Kyra.

They shared a class together -- though Divos couldn’t remember which one, since he never bothered to memorize his schedule -- but they had only spoken a few times, mostly revolving around assignments. Still, Divos grew to like them, and was more than happy to see them again.

He quickened his speed as he headed towards them, and they immediately took notice of his presence as he happily waved at them.

“Hi!” he greeted, with a big smile on his face.

Kyra stared at him for a moment, looking puzzled. “...Hi?”

“I’m Divos,” he said, after noticing their confusion. “We have a class together, it’s...uhh…”

“Women’s Literature?” they suggested.

“Yeah, that!” he chuckled. “How’re ya doing?”

“Um...just heading to a meeting.”

“A meeting, for what?”

“Um…” they decided, shifting their weight from one side to the other. “It’s for a club.”

“Ooh, which ones? There are lots of clubs here, and by clubs I mean student-run organizations, and not those long wooden weapons, or those really dark places with flashing lights and loud music!”

“I know what clubs are.” Kyra said, in a matter-of-fact way.

“Oh, good,” he sighed, patting them on the shoulder. “‘Cause it can get pretty confusing!”

Kyra just stared at him.

“So, um, what club you're in?” Divos finally asked.

“Oh, it's um…” Kyra scratched the back of their shaved head. “It's like a—uh—fraternity, of sorts?”

Kyra went on to explain how their club ran, and it's specificalities, but Divos stared blankly at them. He wasn't exactly sure what they were talking about, but for some reason it sounded familiar to him, and he racked his brain to remember where he heard it from.

“And there are lots of people in it too,” Kyra continued, looking a little bit nervous. “Like Georgie, and Lou—”

“You know Lou?” Divos interrupted.

Kyra blinked. “Yeah, they run the club. We're pretty close actually, they helped me a lot when I first came here—”

But Divos had drifted off from Kyra's conversation. He had finally figured out where he heard of Kyra's club before, and it was through Lou themselves.

They had met once on campus, Lou seemed very friendly and welcoming, but something about them seemed...off to Divos. He wasn’t sure why, or what it was, but something strange lingered in her.

He instantly remembered his task that the Realm had given him before arriving to this plane, and made a mental note to himself to keep an eye out for Lou.

“Are you okay?” asked Kyra.

Divos looked up at them, who was giving him a rather puzzled look, before chuckling to himself and patting them on the arm.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” he assured them. “I was just—uh—remembering a joke someone told me!”

“Okay…?”

The two remained standing there, quite awkwardly as several students quickly passed by them, until Kyra cleared their throat.

“Um, I’m gonna go now…”

“Okay—no wait!” Divos called suddenly, getting a hold of Kyra’s wrist, to which they instantly noticed, looking down at his hand and back up at his exasperated expression.

“...What?” they asked, a little worried.

Divos stammered for a while, not sure what he wanted to say, but he shook his head and looked at them straight in the eye, with a feeling of determination overtaking his entire body.

“Do you wanna hang out?” he asked.

Kyra blinked. “...What?”

“Hang out, like… just chill?”

Kyra released her wrist from his grip, and just stared at him for a while, as though they were analyzing him from head to toe, wondering if there was anything behind his words.

“I...can't right now…” they decided. “I have a club meeting—”

“It doesn't have to be right now,” he piped up. “It can be later, in fact, there's gonna be an open mic later today, and we can go together!”

Kyra still stared at him, before rubbing the back of her bare head, uneasily.

“Um...I'll think about it…”

“Great!” Divos cheered, and began to tell them when and where to meet up later on.

“I'll see you then, if you decide to come of course,” he continued. “But it'd be cool if you did!”

Kyra just nodded and headed to where their club meeting was, while Divos watched them go, before turning around and walk the other way.

#divos #kyra #warren peace #my ocs #my fics

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i love this so muchhh!!! <333

rodrigue is such a stinker lol

warm-up #35

immortal and non-immortal au

prompted by @headcanonseverywhere ♥

The pounding footsteps on the stairs are a key indicator of the torment to come.

Marcie groans loudly, letting her head fall forward into the magazine she has opened, and takes a deep breath. She’s barely exhaled when the door to her room is thrown open with little care, rattling the frames on the walls.

“Marce! I need you to walk me to the convenience store.”

She groans, lifting her head to see Rodrigue standing in the doorway, his backpack hanging from one shoulder and a mischievous grin on his face.

“You’re thirteen hundred years old, go on your own,” she groans, shaking her head. Rodrigue stomps into her room, trailing muddy footprints onto her carpet, and startling the napping kitten on the armchair.

“You know I can’t - your mom’ll get mad, and then you’ll get in trouble,” he replies, stomping his feet in circles on the mint rug. “Besides, I’ll keep getting dirt in your room until you come with me.”

Marcie glares at him, pushing herself up on the bed.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Watch me,” he laughs, as a clump of dirt is knocked off his boot onto the rug. “C’mon, I’ll buy you a slushy with my allowance.”

“What do you even need from the store?” she asks, hopping off the bed and shooing him into the hallway. 

“Firecrackers,” Rodrigue replies, giving her an innocent smile.

#rodrigue roux #marcie bouchard #pjo ocs #my ocs #friends' ocs #friends' fics