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revelisms · 1 month

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Antichrist Copia theory has overtaken me yall. I was not expecting to crank out a full thing on this, but, uh...if you're looking for one big indulgent braindump on Terzo trying to unpack his feelings on this while Copia gets possessed by a demon, look no further?

Quick context setting—I'm still working out these headcanons a bit, but what I'm generally tinkering with here:

Everyone tied to the Emeritus bloodline has some degree of magical abilities, which were formally "awakened" in an oath-taking ceremony at a point in the boys' childhood. This is the Sight mentioned here (i.e., whatever is up with the white eye), and each of the brothers have a slightly different angle for it: Primo can see into the minds of living things, Secondo can see into the past, Terzo can see into the future, and Copia can see into the realm that bridges life and death—and is somewhat a literal bridge, himself, between those planes of reality.

The Exaltation ceremony is a formal handoff from each Papa to the next heir, in which their Sight is tapped to its greatest potential in preparation for becoming head of the church. This typically involves a delivery of rites, a magical blessing, and an opening of the Gate between worlds (which, in this context, is technically Hell itself).

Basically: mayhem ensues.

here we lie

4k words | Rating: M | Terzo-Centric | Antichrist Copia | CWs: Ritual magic, dark imagery, near-death experience, blood, language, existentialism, doomed fate, whump, anger issues, dysfunctional family dynamics, hurt/comfort. Also on AO3

The exaltation ceremony goes wrong.

By all accounts, it shouldn't have.

As with any long-standing traditions of the church, the ritual had been perfected to the scrape of dust one was allowed to wear on their boots—and, as such, had been prepared with the expected flurry of pomp and circumstance.

The esteemed Monsignor Emeritus, firstborn, blessed with the Sight, had cleansed the air thrice with dishes of althea and frankincense and bistort: enhancements for protection and divination.

Sister Mariella, well-familiar with the customs, had laid down the sigils for the Gate flawlessly: shadowed by the slow-prowled growlings and page-turned rites of Secondo Emeritus, Archbishop of the Eternal Light.

The ceremony, as was custom, was set to be led by the head of the church: their Exalted, sheened in black from neck to toe, the points of his clawed gloves glinting in the lowlight—for whom the Sight of premonition had seemed both a blessing and a curse, and never more so than now.

He was distracted, perhaps. Dehydrated, maybe. Dreading the moment he would stand at the door to the realm beyond—a threshold of time and space untethered—that would soon devour the faceless flesh-form of a ghoul cast back to the shadow (his One, his All, his own); a door he himself, in time, would one day find himself crossing, with body and soul split, head and neck cleaved, heart and mind shattered.

From the moment he'd slopped a spoon through the breakfast his secretary had slid on his desk that morning, he'd known, instinctually, that this damned thing could turn so haywire, if only because he'd been the one shackled with it.

His jittery magic, his restless brain, and Copia—

Well.

Copia has been anything but normal, from the day Sister carted him up the chapel steps.

Terzo knew he had magic—the likes of which few could fathom, even from his sticky-fingered child days. The night the little rat had taken his oaths, the air had sung with it: a strange buzz of sensation that felt like the sun had tipped off-center.

And now—

Now, the Gate is laid open beneath Terzo's hands, the unseen ink of his spell-marks glowing a blood-lilac fuchsia, bright enough to glare violently through his clothes, and the void of Hell itself screaming in its glory—and Copia is not imbued with the Dark One's majesty, as he should be—is no man, is not living, has flames for eyes and claws for teeth and wings like the undead and is screaming—

"Close it," Secondo snarls at him, a blurred tower of shadow and piercing white—

—and Terzo knew this.

Knew this boy-man-beast-hellspawn of Christ-Shadow Beholden always was.

He'd looked him in the eye—kneeled there in the cat's cradle of a pentagram scraped in chalk, hands fidgeting at his cassock—and gave a crook of his head: murled, Ready? like a tease, though some part of him had meant it as, You'll be alright, eh?

But unblessed saints and demons below, Copia isn't.

What writhes before him now is a creature that terrifies him to the bone—one that may not abandon his brother completely, should he fail at this any farther than he already has.

"Terzo." Primo, now: an urgent hiss at his shoulder. "Close the gate—"

"I know." His magic burns at his fingertips, sears through his blood. "That—thing hasn't released him—"

A thing with claws cradling Copia's head like ceramic a hairline from shattering, spitting a pained growl through his teeth.

The sacrament in Mariella's hand shakes. "Papa, what's...?"

"I don't know." The flamelight flickers unnaturally against the domed walls: a great breath that lapses to darkness, sparks back again. "Shit, I—I don't know."

"Terzo—"

"Close the gate—"

"Hell Satan—will you all shut up?!"

There are horns in Copia's hair, slick-red-gold between his grappling fingers.

His stomach is in his head. His brain in his feet.

Mariella swallows. She's always been a strong soul—far more than him, now: level-headed in a storm, vibrant in a fog; a presence that guides as much as it grounds.

"How long can you hold it for?" she whispers, firm and calm.

He pulls dry air into his lungs. "As long as I need to."

He steps forward, spellwork singing in his veins, and lets his hands unfurl. The air whips at his vestments, wailing with the bone-deep unease of voices old as Creation straining to be heard.

Somewhere in there is Copia's own. He'll drag it out by hand, if he has to.

"You imbecile!" Secondo is shouting, muffled behind the blurred opalescence of the Veil: a wall that glows off the circle Terzo crosses, consumes him with the prickling unease of a limb losing its circulation. "You can't reason with it!"

The flames warp again. A shadow like death bends over the walls.

Terzo's no stranger to the taste. His dreams have been riddled with the stench of it, from the day the Sight was force-gifted upon him. And like he had, then—a child with battered elbows and bruised knees; a not-man with awkward limbs and disdain for the old orders of this world; a Cardinal with paint on his teeth and a straightjacket of woolen expectations—he repents.

"I call on the spirits of the Then and the Below." A twitch strings through his fingers: with it, a flare of violet light. "To the Beings of those Beyond, the Eternal, I speak now, and speak only—" The pitch of his voice mangles, ragged with the corded growl of a beast: the underbelly all their half-human souls peel clean, when drowned deep enough in this waste. "In my Blood, see my will. In my Sight, my path—"

"What is he saying?" Mariella asks, her voice muffled as though through glass.

Primo calls a sharp warning: "Don't cross it—"

The air whistles with a faint singing of metal—and splits. It grapples at his clothes, twisting his hair with a gravitational pull unseen.

He breathes in chalk dust, sighs out knives.

Beneath Copia's shivering limbs ripples the black expanse of the Gate: an aether so endless one couldn't capture its history in a millennia: a presence so indefinable that even Primo, with years of such history under his belt, can only stare through the blur, voiceless and rigid at the sight of it.

With twitching claws and lightless eyes and Hell beneath his feet, Terzo beckons.

"Bare yourself to me."

The room shivers. The walls shriek. The flames stagger, flutter, wheeze again—and snuff out, completely.

In the pitch, it is only the Eternal, and the glow within his veins, and the white of his eye, and Copia's beast-man-beast-man-fanged grin with a split lip—

A Being that takes the air of the room by the throat, and speaks in a voice that thunders.

"It is time."

Terzo feels its presence slithering up his legs. The weight of its All on his lungs.

He keeps his hands steady, his intent clear, even for the exertion that leaves his arms quivering.

"Not here," he grits back, a strange echo in the ringed light that encases them. "Not now."

A hand that is not Copia's, is scaled and rotted and red, slaps to the stones. "When?" The shriek hits his ears like a thunderstrike. A chill is crawling under his veins: a heaviness that isn't right, is this thing more than his own blood. "When?"

Primo's magic is wafting through the air—some swift-casted attempt at a ward around them, far too late now. The scent of it itches on Terzo's tongue: dragon's blood, rose-ash, frigid at his back. His own aura swats it off like a gnat, too distracted to let it in, to think.

Fuck, he needs to think.

A stage—

The Being wails.

His downfall—this one's own Ascension—

Ice knifes into his ankle.

A stage and heat and lights and purple-bleeding-black and blood on his throat—a syringe in his brother's own hands, a demon masqueraded—his Unnamed's voice gristling in his ear, Be still be still be still now—

Mariella squeezes a talisman in her palm, smoking sweetly with the taste of Secondo's own protection charm.

"Papa," she calls out: her voice a muddy, drowned thing.

His lashes flutter open, heavy as lead.

"Coward!" the Being retches. Hellfire blisters against its silhouette, a nebulic haze. "Tell them of your death. Of Our purpose. Where We were sewn. You know it—"

Mariella holds the stone out to him, guided through the surging current of Primo's ward. The air wrestles like a gale through her sleeve.

"You know it!"

His claws catch at her palm—not his gloves, but his own, thick and black as talons. The talisman burns a sunspot-bloom through his marrow, bright as a thousand stars.

"Thirteen months." His speech is one he doesn't recognize: child and entity and Bloodline infinite. "On a black dais, surrounded by your flock." The talisman melts like a balm into his skin: an unseen shield that ripples with half-lit iridescence. The chill biting into his skin flinches. "You will know it," Terzo grits on, "and now is not it."

He thinks he hears Copia's voice through the fray. He can't be sure.

"And then?" snarls the Being.

Not a being. Not a thing.

No—this is Lucifer-incarnate.

An orchestration.

"It won't be finished, then." The shell of magic around them snaps like embers in a flame, a jolt wrestling up his arm. So much time. So much weighed down—and he weighs it down, still, his breath shuddering. "You'll have years to go—"

"And then?"

Scraped nails, dead eyes, bloodied horns, Copia—

Secondo's gloved palm tears through the gleam, squeezes like a noose around his bicep. "I won't say it again, you fuck," he spits, the words warped and crackling. "You're going to get him killed—"

He can't shake him off quickly enough.

"Close it!"

Copia's eyes. Copia's soul, trapped in the All. Right there—

His magic flares like a supernova, spears through that gate and holds: a cosmic blast that shouts his throat raw, knocks Secondo nearly off his feet, leaves him lightheaded and with blood on his teeth—but he has him—

"Thirteen months' time," the Being roars, "and you'll be taken with it."

Terzo hisses, his claws scraping at his brother's skin.

"So is the Rule."

The Gate grapples at his silks.

Copia's gloved fingers shake, snatching desperately at his arms. His own voice breaks through the loom. "Terz—"

"I've got you," Terzo spats. Sweat sticks at his neck.

The fibers of his magic are fraying at the edges.

Red eyes glare up at him. "Do you accept it?"

The portal whines.

"To the day it is marked, you'll have it. As it is written." His claws slip on Copia's sleeve. "As it always was."

The Being grins. "And so it will be."

It spits his brother out.

His hold on the Gate snaps like a wire—and shatters the well of magic, with it. The howl torrents through the room with a cello's blare, and whips to a bee-winged nothingness.

With the loss of it, gravity lurches in his gut. He cracks to his knees, catches himself on the stones just enough—gloves still intact, not torn through, only clawed with gold—and heaves blood.

"Papa!"

And his brother. His damned demon brother: rubber-legged, staggering, Copia gasps like a man near-drowned.

Unscathed, somehow—Satan willing.

Primo is across the room, in an instant. "Copia. Unblessed beneath, are you alright?"

"Ye-Yes, yes, I—shit." Primo catches him, his gloves slipping at his sleeves. Unsteadily, he veers back on his feet. "What...what happened?"

It's too dark. Too quiet. Too loud.

Terzo swallows down bile; chokes on blood and phlegm. Mariella's habit swims in his vision.

"Papa," she hushes, clear as crystal now. "Papa, look at me."

Secondo, halfway between them: "Is it gone?"

Her fingers skim through the sweat-dripped mess of his paints: press cooly at his temple.

"Is it gone?"

"Yes," she breathes.

Hazily, lashes flicking, Terzo tips out of her touch. He chokes on his words, the first try; rasps them, the second. "Where's the rat?"

"He's here," Primo answers him. "He's fine."

There's a clumping of boots, a rustling of silks, Mariella scurrying from the floor.

"What in Hell's name were you thinking." Secondo's hand jerks at his sleeve, wrestles him half-blind back into his bones. "You could have doomed us all. We never—never—speak to the Unnamed without wards in place. You know that—"

"Brother," Copia croaks.

Secondo rips his head over his shoulder. "You shut your mouth. I haven't even gotten to you." With a firm grip, his hand slips under Terzo's arm, helps him slowly to his feet. "Get up," he huffs. "Come on. Are you alright?"

"I'm—fuck. Fine. I'm fine."

His elder brother scowls down at him. "Good. And you better stay that way, because I have half a goddamned mind to put a fist through your teeth—"

"Dino," Primo snarls, "This is helping nothing." Years of practice in such misguided events has left him rationed, calm: a quiet glance turned to the pale-faced attendant behind him, who stands shell-shocked, having seen unwantedly the darker veins of their Order—and ones their customs would soon have him forget. "Jean," Primo says, waiting for his eyes to drop. "We will need a medic. Say nothing to the All-Father."

Secondo scoffs. "Oh, yes—Nihil will have this one's ass, when he hears of this—"

"Saints—ignore him, young one. A medic, and Priestess Diana. Quick as you can."

The boy nods and takes off through the hall's doors, stumbling up the stairs in his haste.

In his absence, the room holds a collective breath, the eyes of the siblings still in attendance fixed like rabbits on the four men clustered in the center of the room.

"We're alright," Primo says to them all, in a tone that is more order than reassurance.

It couldn't be more of a reach.

Terzo wheezes a snarl, a laugh. "Alright." The stones sting beneath his feet: five paces that drive him out of Secondo's iron grip, steer him straight into the path of Copia's saucer-wide blinking: eyes blue and white and younger than they should ever seem, in a face that has grown so weathered, as all of them have.

And he knew.

He lifts a clawed finger, his breath too slow. "I knew."

Primo, sharp as steel: "Do not take this out on him—"

He couldn't give a shit.

He almost killed him.

The bastard wasn't living.

"What are you, mh?" Terzo licks his lips, tastes the bitter metal of blood. He lifts a shaky hand. "No, no—what did she make you?" He smears the leather against his mouth, the heat of his stare unwavering, a knife-edge sliced from shoes to frazzled fringe. "That—that Aether just within you, eh? Always that, under there?"

Copia shakes. "I didn't," he blunders.

"This is why she brought you, isn't it? Satan, of course—"

Secondo wrestles for his elbow, a steadying squeeze. "Terzo—"

"You saw it—!"

His brother's eyes simmer: one black in the lowlight, the other white as a moonbeam. "I saw you."

His bites his nails through his glove. Rattles in a breath.

"Calm down, the both of you," Primo says coldly, a hand still on Copia's shoulder. "It was reckless—but you managed. We are all still in one piece." He steps between them, pointedly, studying Terzo's face like a leech. "Your Sight will be strained for weeks, after that. You did not have the power to even attempt that on your own."

Terzo snuffs. "A good thing one of us sorry shits did."

Behind the sharp slope of Primo's shoulder, Copia shivers, eyes downturned. "I—"

"Don't." He drags a gloved hand through his hair. Shaking—still shaking? Outraged—always. Horrified, still. "You're good," he tells his brother, tells himself. "It is all good. You're alright. Okay."

Primo's eyes stare through him, see a bitten-lipped boy with a bandage on his cheek.

Terzo turns away. "Okay," he hushes again, and walks, past Secondo's stone-still glare, Mariella's worried frown, and walks, and walks, and walks—

"You are not running away, now—"

"Dino. Leave it. Copia, do not linger on that, alright? Don't listen to it. You know how he is. It is not your fault—"

"But what—what was that? What happened—?"

—up the gnarled stairwells, out the maze of lower halls, stumbling over the grasses, and sits like a stone on the side-entry's steps. Like a ghost.

Sits for an age.

He must—because, by then, the medics have come, and the stench of that room has been dragged open, and Mariella's whispers are drifting across the corridor's arches—after he's ripped off his gloves, dug his fingers through his hair, tried to breathe and not think—and he expects her.

He expects her fear, her pity.

Not Copia.

The fool's boots scuff on the stairs.

"Is it, eh..." His brother muddles over a breath. "Alright if I—?"

Terzo doesn't have the mind to fight it—not with sweat still cold at his back. He swats his palm, some attempt at allowance, kneading his other fingers over his brow.

Copia slumps down to the steps. Just stays there, in awkward, insufferable silence.

Finally: "Shit—it's chilly today, isn't it?"

Terzo leers through his fringe. "Going to talk about the birds, next?"

"I'm just saying."

"Just saying. Yes—and you'll be singing, after." He combs back the half-tamed waves of his hair, hangs his hand across his knee. "Old chamber smells like a cesspool."

Copia manages a smile, the thistles of his mustache wrinkling. "Bleh. Nasty place. I've always hated it, down there."

"All the more reason to, now, huh?" Terzo forces a sneer of his own, glaring away. He sniffs. Pits his tongue against his teeth.

For a beat, his brother says nothing. Then, his gloved fingers squeaking over each other: "I'm alright."

Terzo chuffs, furrowing his brows. "Barely."

He can feel the rat's eyes on him. It makes his skin crawl. "Primo...told me. What it—well." Copia frowns at his boots, at the graveled path beyond. "Did you mean it?" he hushes, lifting his eyes. "That you've...seen it, before?"

Terzo bites the inside of his lip. "Seen lots of things."

"But—that. It's—I've always thought...er...felt that, maybe, she'd..."

"Sister?"

"Mother, yes—"

"Your mother."

Copia's shoulders twitch.

"I—sorry," Terzo mumbles, shifting his fingers over his thumb. "I know it's not..."

His fault, his intention—his anything, right?

But it is. Isn't.

Should be.

He flexes his hand, pitters his fingertips together. Looks away. "Anyway."

A breeze rustles cooly through the shrubbery that flanks the stairs: a feathered hush along the pines that tower over the grounds.

"Anyway," Copia repeats, shifting his tongue around his mouth. "It's just...you, eh...you have seen it, before," he says again, watching the air ripple through the leaves, "haven't you?"

Terzo glances at him. Sister's sloped nose. A paintbrush-smattering of freckles. The white of his eye, fixed on the swaying branches. Lanky little thing, as he's always been. The mirror to his own placelessness, own purposelessness, own forced mantle he never asked to have thrown upon him—but craved, clawed for, claimed, nonetheless.

"Told you, little thing," he says, tipping his heel off the stones. "Seen lots of things."

"But I know. I've always...felt it, I just haven't—" Copia fumbles, lacing his fingers. "Had the words, I guess."

"Rare thing, for you."

"Shut up."

"Heh—even rarer for me, eh?"

"Ugh."

They breathe in unison, the air thick with it: hope, despair, magic, emptiness.

"When it...when that...thing took over me, did it...say anything to you?"

Terzo's mouth ticks.

Thirteen months. Poison in his neck. His body tossed through the gaping maws of the realm beyond.

He stares at the points of his boots, still speckled with his own spit and blood, and scuffs his thumb at it.

"Eh...not clearly. Hard to make out, in the muck of it."

"None of it came through?"

Terzo tilts his chin on his shoulder, fixing him with a narrowed look. "It wasn't you, Coppie," he says. "Just...forget what I said, before. Old temper of mine, rearing its shitting head again."

"But what if—"

"It wasn't." Terzo plants his palm on his brother's knee, chipped black on his nails, and squeezes. "It wasn't," he murmurs again.

Copia stutters. "Well, even if it wasn't—it—it felt like I was..."

"Delirious?" He perks one brow, fox-grinned in his usual reach for deflection, distraction. "Dead, even?"

"Whole."

The smile wanes.

For a breath, he tries to hunt for that beast beneath his brother's skin—the way he so often does in the steamed glass of his own mirrors, and so easily sees it in them: the spire-teeth, the winged limbs, the eyes half-living.

He finds only a quivery little boy, tucked in the cage of a man's body. The same one who spent years, against all odds—against his own stupid, spiteful jealousy—clinging like a barnacle to his side.

He slides his hand away. "The Sight does it to all of us, little rat. Strips away the Veil." He picks at his thumb, the gravel hazing to a fine blur, and swallows: white stone crisping to clarity, again. "Catch an Emeritus in the right light—even a clueless one can see the Fallen in them."

Copia frowns.

Maybe it's not a comfort. All the more proof that he isn't one of them, as he has so often feared.

The Other, above all else.

"But what if I am?" he says quietly. "Whatever that...thing was? Will, eh...will something happen, if that's true?"

Terzo lifts his eyes to the sky—grayish with cloud-cover, damp with the chilled humidity of a storm along the way, something to wash this whole mess clean—and lies through his teeth.

"Happen?" he snides. "What is this—Armageddon, itself? You worry worse than Nonna, Coppie." He wrinkles his brows at him, his smile thin, his paints half-smeared off his face. "And even if you were—would it be so bad? All of us are hardly human, eh? Perhaps you are just farther along the evolutionariness—the truest Creature of the Night, of us all." His eyes widen, teasingly. "I mean—psh! I will have my fangs, no? And the pincher, his wolf-pelt, and Primo will, eh...Hell, what would the old goat be?"

Copia rolls his eyes, leaning into the cradle of his elbows. "A zombie?"

"Feh—the Nihilist is the rotting corpse, surely."

His brother rolls into a snicker. "Sea creature?"

"Agh—not the lagoon man! We will insult the dear river's integrity, with such things—no, no." Terzo sniffs, feigns smearing away his paints instead of the heat itching at his eye, and smiles wryly again. "Let's be realistic, here—the old gardenia will be the enchanted plant that traps one's bones for the witches, yes?"

Copia wheezes on another laugh.

Saints, he hates that laugh. Godawful sound, a mimicry of his own: a snort and a tea kettle and a giggle all in one.

The brightest sunbeam of any.

"He has to be the, er—the witch, right?" Copia wonders, giving him a teasing glance.

Terzo flashes his teeth. "Now, if that is the category—I will rule above them all, no?"

And his brother laughs again.

Their little brother, little demon, little star. The highest heir of them all, doomed to a path he should have never been put on—as all of them are, in their own ways. Always have been; always will be.

Terzo ignores Primo's shadow in the corridor, flanked by Mariella's quiet eyes. Ignores the hawkish leer of Secondo's folded-armed scowling, waiting to deflect the plague that will no doubt burst into the halls, once news of it all has reached the ears of their Highest.

At least for this moment, he can pretend.

Flit away what is yet to come, like a bottle tossed to the sea—Nihil, Sister, this brother tressed in silks and jewels for a price he hadn't the slightest knowledge would be paid—and goad another laugh out of him, and another.

Relish in the denial that this is all that ever was. Ever could be.

Copia: blushing, teary-eyed but toothy, knocking his shoulder into his—unable to do anything but choke at the idiotic scenarios he conjures for the four of them, in all their monsterly glory. As distracted as he deserves to be, after that wretched thing. The memory of it all forgotten, if for a moment.

And that's enough, Terzo thinks, the cool tang of rain on the gales.

For now, maybe, that's enough.

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Reyna x Tyril Headcanons

A/n: some headcanons are more mature than others, but there's nothing explicit, just a mention. Reader discretion is advised, nonetheless.

REYNA'S BOARD | TYRIL'S BOARD

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Reyna (House Moonstone, elven Ránasarn)

Meaning of name: “Counsel,” “Queen,” “Pure”

Nickname: Rey-Rey, Reiny, Rey, Rey of Sunshine

Species: Human

Age: 24

Date of birth: April 6

Reyna was born during April’s full moon, often referred to as the Pink Moon. Although the name has nothing to do with the colour of the moon but the bloom of pink moss, being born on this date is considered good luck.

Orientation: Demisexual ("experiencing sexual feelings and attraction only after developing a close emotional relationship")

Love interest: Tyril Starfury

Weapon of choice: Bows

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 170 cm (5’7)

Eye colour: Hazel

Skin tone: Pale olive

Hair: Wavy, dark brown/(later) caramel honey blonde

HISTORY

Hometown: Little village north of Port Parnassus; Riverbend

First memory: The neighbour, Nesta, an elderly meat merchantess, teaching her to weave a flower crown. When the girl failed, Nesta placed her own crown on Reyna's head and invited her and Kade for elk stew. At that time, Reyna was 6, and only started meeting the residents of Riverbend who, although kind, were usually busy with their own affairs and did not pay too much attention to the farmer’s new orphans, which is why Reyna remembered the merchantess as kind, considerate, and a maternal figure. She tries to visit her grave at least once a year to leave a bouquet of flowers and talk to her, hoping Nesta can still hear her.

Religion: Having grown up the way she did, Reyna was never properly introduced to any religion, and until she met Nia, she believed the stories about the Light were just that—stories. Despite discovering the gift in herself, she did not consider herself religious or spirited until she escaped the Shadow Realm and learned that Tyril reconnected with the elven gods. Desperate and lost, she began to pray with him every other night, until she memorised the formula, finding comfort and reassurance in the repetitive, calming activity.

FAMILY

Parents: Althea (birth mother), Melvys of House Moonstone (birth father), Vrann (adoptive father)

In the year of Reyna's absence, Tyril and Kade would spend many hours together in the library searching for clues and potential leads that would, hopefully, take them to the Shadow Realm. After two months of scrutinous daily work, Kade stumbled across an ornate, although worn-out, journal that drew his attention so much that he stayed up all night accompanying Tyril. At that point, it was only an unverified journal, but the information it contained was groundbreaking for his sister. The title page was covered in elegant, ornate handwriting that Tyril recognised as the same calligraphy, and even the same ink, used by the elves of Undermount that stated: "Abridged History of House Ránasarn. Property of Lord Melvys of House Ránasarn." From the journal they learned that the owner, Lord Melvys, was the son of an exiled couple of House Moonstone, he married a tutoress from Port Parnassus, and they settled down near the outskirts of Riverbend in a modest but homey house. The couple had two children—a boy, Ásvaldr, and a girl—Reyna. They lived modestly but were never hungry or dirty, Lord Melvys was never bitter about the elves’ treatment of his father, although he was falsely accused of practising shadow magic and even dabbling in necromancy and exiled without trial. House Moonstone ceased to exist once the only heir was exiled. According to the author, the couple was very happy, and the children were healthy, polite, and very protective of each other. The last entry was entirely devoted to Lord Melvys’ thoughts and speculations about his daughter who, as he believed, was capable of magic which is only natural for elves (and their descendants), even though Reyna (unlike her brother) took entirely after her human mother. Melvys himself never used magic as nobody taught him and his father refused to do it after his exile, but he knew he had the gift.

Siblings: Kade (adoptive brother), Ásvaldr (birth brother)

PERSONALITY

Qualities: adventurous, courageous, persistent, sensitive, broad-minded, charismatic, compassionate, impatient, quick-witted, opinionated, and at times snappy

Nervous ticks: tugging at her earlobes or the front strands of her hair

Mannerisms: biting her lower lip, drumming fingers on a surface, hugging as a greeting, standing with arms crossed or hands on hips, Northern accent reminiscent of Low Elven

HEADCANONS

Although she used to use her seduction skill often, once Tyril and her started flirting she refrained from using it, which resulted in her mastering the charisma skill.

Tyril is Reyna's first boyfriend—despite making out with the mayor's son, she didn't want to go further as she believed the relationship was pointless and didn't feel right. She ended things between them the day after they were caught, and focused on her work and supporting Kade ever since.

Despite growing up in Riverbend and not having any particularly bad memories from there, she hopes she'll never have to live there again. Ideally, she'd love to settle down in Whitetower near her friends or with Tyril in Undermount.

Before setting out on the adventure, she worked at a tavern as a waitress and taught archery a few days a week. She also voluntarily aided Kade with writing his ballads and securing performances.

The murder of her parents always heavily bore on her heart and she would spend countless hours in the local library and talking with people all over town in search of any information, unfortunately without any luck.

Reyna treats Adrina as her own sister. When the group visited Undermount, Adrina swung by her room one evening to chat, and they ended up gossiping all night, bonding almost immediately.

She often thinks of Tyril's dad's words ("You remind me of an old friend"), wondering if the information she gained from an elderly couple living in the southern part of Riverbend was true. The woman, Sereia, told her that back in the day a young couple with a small girl and a bit older boy would sometimes visit and spend time in the nearby woods, that they were incredibly polite but one day they just stopped coming.

Despite living close to a forest and often chasing Kade with a bug in her hands as a child, Reyna's terrified of spiders and bats.

As a kid, she was bullied. It was when Kade got very sick and couldn't attend school, and she was left to fend for herself. Reyna used to be shy and kept to herself, which is what made her an easy target, and since her older brother wasn't there to protect her, she became the target of a well-known bully.

TYRIL HEADCANONS

Tyril’s 196cm (6’5) tall. Reyna can (and does, occasionally) climb him like a tree.

He swears. When he's annoyed by someone (Mal), he calls that person (Mal) an idiot in elven. There is so much anger in him that I will never believe he doesn't swear.

Although he's fluent in Common, he sometimes forgets certain words and becomes very frustrated. That's when he tends to swear most often.

He has an accent. It's been my headcanon for years that the residents of Undermount speak with an RP British accent when speaking Common, which is just a bit more posh version of the accent of the Valleros family, but I imagine he has a slight Elven accent as well, especially with words that have the "th" fricative. The reason for that is simple—there is no such sound in Elven, and they tend to struggle with this consonant, which they usually pronounce as a hard "t."

Elves' ears twitch when they are happy, relaxed, excited, or try to hear low noise. They are also very sensitive to touch.

Given how old he is and that he's an important noble in Undermount, and that he himself admitted he used to be stuck up, harsh, and opportunistic, I think it's fair to say he took advantage of the romantic advances of other noblewomen. The headcanon is that Tyril is sexually experienced, which fits into the idea that elves are not sexually monogamous.

Tyril is…concupiscent. Look, he is young, attractive, and has the means. This headcanon actually dates back to 2021, and at this point, I treat it as canon.

Before he left Undermount, he used to be a very pious adherent of Light. Tyril would spend a lot of time in the Starfury Manor's Chapel of Light, praying, meditating, or simply relaxing in its serenity. Until Reyna's disappearance, he never asked for anything, aware that Gods are not djinns who exist to listen to his alms and make his wishes come true; however, in his desperation, he begged them on his knees for help, for any sign she was still alive. When his hope waned, he continued meditating, although in a manner reminiscent of the one pre-exile. However, he always remembered to end every meditation with a short prayer for Reyna.

After his partner's kidnapping, he used to struggle with nightmares. When he went back to Undermount after three months of research in the capital, he would stay up as long as possible to avoid seeing the images of Reyna suffering. He could resolve this problem with a simple spell, but he also felt guilty for not being able to help her, which is why he endured it without a word. He had to be reminded to eat, and some days even forced by his little sister—and as much as it pained her to see her brother in such a state, she knew forcing him to eat and look for positives was vital to keep him alive.

Tyril is a total boob guy.

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

Reyna used to worry a lot about not being good enough for Tyril, given that he's a wealthy, very well-educated noble, and she's just a commoner from a small town, and Tyril would reassure her until she finally believed him that he doesn't care about their titles.

They kissed for the first time while stargazing at the edge of Deadwood. That's when they couldn't deny the chemistry between them any more and just went for it.

Tyril never goes to sleep before Reyna, he always has to make sure she's safe and isn't bothered by any nightmares before he can relax himself.

Tyril is the most likely to sleep either half-naked or completely naked, even when it’s cold. He is also the least likely to feel cold out of the whole group—he says it’s the chilly Undermount weather that toughens the elves up.

They’re still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, aka lots of laughs, happiness, intimacy, and wanting to spend every second of the day together.

They always fight for the duvet, since Tyril is a notorious duvet-stealer. Reyna, on the other hand, is a notorious butt-slapper.

The evening after Kaya’s burial, Tyril asked Reyna to join him and his family for a prayer vigil, and that’s when they got to know each other better. Before Tyril went to his room, his dad pulled him aside and told him he had made a good choice. Tyril got flustered at the time, but when Reyna offered to spend the night with him and ended up comforting him until they fell asleep, he realised how right his father was.

(I headcanon that the last chapter of book 1 and the first chapter of book 2 are a week apart, not a day) After coming back from the Shadow Realm and having attended the official audience with the king, Reyna got really sick. She did not think much of it at first, but Imtura pointed out that perhaps she was not just sick, and having done her maths, Reyna had a serious pregnancy scare. It turned out to be just an ugly case of the flu, caused by the pile-up of stressful events she’d experienced. To this day, Imtura and Tyril are the only ones to know about it.

Tag list: @starlight-starfury @cashweasel @brycesgirl @lazypartridge @watatsumi-island @sophie-summer @lilyoffandoms @agattthaa @secret-fungi @megas-choices @erixafleur @mila-bee @choicesficwriterscreations @choicesbookclub @choicesoctober (if you wish to be added/removed, let me know!)

#tyril starfury #tyril x mc #oc: reyna #blades of light and shadow #blades of light and shadow 2 #choices blades #choices bolas #blades 2 #playchoices #choices stories you play #choices tyril #choices book club #oc headcanons #choicesoctober2023 #choicesOCtober

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khutsydoh · 6 days

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Realm of the elderlings ask meme thing

This seems fun!

Favourite Rote book: Fool's fate

Why: I loved the series even before this, of course, but it was after this that I knew in my heart that this series was going to be an all time favourite that nothing else could topple. It took me through every emotion imaginable, from laughter to gut wrenching despair, from anger to triumph. It has it all. Fitz's character arc goes to many interesting places. Fitzloved is at it's peak. The plot has many threads that come together wonderfully. The way fitz comes so close to accepting his love for the fool only to be left behind and going back to his heteronormative fantasy has done irreparable damage to me. The way it feels like we are slowly moving towards tragedy by the end and yet fitz fights the narrative itself to bring his beloved fool back. But it still ends badly. Peak "it mattered that the love was there" type of life changing soul altering shit I love. I still do have problems with the way fitz gets back with molly but my love for this book outweighs them<3

Top three favourite characters: Beloved, Fitz, Bee

Top three least favourite characters: Hest, Tats, Lant

Favourite ship of the floating kind: Paragon

Top 3 ships of the people kind: Fitzloved, Patience x Lacey, Amber x Althea (honourable mention to my headcanon that bee will find a female catalyst so that her, perseverance and the catalyst can be the chivalry/burrich/patience trio gone well. Gotta continue the farseer legacy afterall. Except she does not have the internalised homophobia and she has to make the cycles better as the white prophet. Edit: also Princess Caution x Felicity)

Would you rather be witted or skilled: Witted for sure

If you were witted, what animal would you bond with: My dog<3

Would you rather live in the Outislands, the Mountain Kingdom, the Six duchies, Bingtown, the Rain wilds, Kelsingra, Jamailia, the Pirate isles or Mercenia/Fool's homeland?: the Mountain Kingdom! I love the architecture there and I will be close to nature. I could live a quiet life in a cabin with a witted animal without completely leaving society. Plus I could go exploring the skill road to the elderlings marketplace and the place with the stone dragons if i want.

How were you introduced to the books: i went looking to a lot of top 10 fantasy type of lists and YouTube videos when I first wanted to get into adult fantasy. The Farseer trilogy was on most of them and the premise of a bastard prince who could bond with animals spoke to me.

Share a quote you love:

It was a long journey, in the cold and the dark. Somewhere I could hear a whimpering, and I despised myself for that, too. But as I scraped myself along, it grew, as a spark in the distance becomes a fire as one approaches. It refused to be ignored. It grew louder in my mind, a whining against my fate, a tiny voice of resistance that forbade that I should die, that denied my failure. It was warmth and light, too, and it grew stronger and stronger as I tried to find its source. I stopped. I lay still.

It was inside me. The more I sought it, the stronger it grew. It loved me. Loved me even if I couldn’t, wouldn’t, didn’t love myself. Loved me even if I hated it. It set its tiny teeth in my soul and braced and held so that I couldn’t crawl any farther. And when I tried, a howl of despair burst from it, searing me, forbidding me to break so sacred a trust.

It was Smithy.

He cried with my pains, physical and mental. And when I stopped struggling toward the wall, he went into a paroxysm of joy, a celebration of triumph for us. And all I could do to reward him was to lie still and no longer attempt to destroy myself. And he assured me it was enough, it was a plenitude, it was a joy. I closed my eyes

- Assassin's apprentice

Why would I need therapy if I have these paragraphs from ms robin hobb.

Tagging: @apamates @lordgolden @annot8 @treezenith @kaijuerotica anyone else whose in the rote fandom. No pressure:)

#tag game #rote spoilers #rote

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madameaug · 6 months

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BTS x Black OC Masterlist

Cleo de Nile || Ebony A. Johnson

Ebony is minding her business when Yoongi decides to holla at her. Read here

Scarah Screams || Nala T. Coleman

Who's He? Nala has a new mystery man in her life. Her nosy friends (Jennette & Althea) put on their detective caps to figure out who the new guy is.

Honey Swamp || Kiara N. Blackmon

No stories at the moment

Jenafire Long || Mei-Mei Williams

in-universe tag; movie stars, celebrities, co-stars

Scandal The way Taehyung looks at Mei Mei could be the draft of a scandal.

Draculaura || Giselle I. Evans

No stories at the moment

Cupid || Dawn M. McDonald

No stories at the moment

Clawdeen Wolf || Jennette O. Brooks

in-universe tags: family, jungkook girl dad,

Jungkook x Black OC Headcanons Quick little insight into Jungkook and Jennette's relationship

Hrs & Hrs Jungkook fulfilling Jennette's love language (quality time)

Meet the Mod Streamer Jungkook is curious about what his female modder looks like

Meet the Streamer Streamer Jungkook and Mod Jennette meet (f2f) and hang out.

Don't Shut Me Out Jungkook experiences the loss of a loved one. It puts pressure on his relationship with Jennette, as she reminds him not to shut him out at the end of the day.

Leak?! (SFW) Jungkook and Jennette's sex tape gets leaked. Uh oh...

3D Jungkook is filming for his latest single with rapper Jack Harlow. When Jack Harlow takes a flirtatious approach to Jungkook's girl

Finish Him Jungkook, whoops, Jennette's ass in a round of MK 11

Hush Little Baby Peanut is fussy and wants to be in her dad's arms.

Turkey Turkey Day Jungkook, Jennette, and Peanut during the Thanksgiving holiday.

The 40 Weeks Follow Jungkook and Jennette on their pregnancy journey and the birth of their daughter 'Peanut.'

But My Mommy Said No Peanut says no to a lollipop.

Work Wife Jungkook's self-appointed "work-wife" oversteps boundaries.

Requests & Reader Focused Imagines

Wash Day inspired by a Pinterest post. "Your hair is really soft." Jimin x blk reader.

One of Your Girls Take the lyrics of 'One of The Girls' by The Weeknd, Jennie, and Lily-Rose Depp but make them delusional. Taehyung x blk reader.

Request 1: Jungkook Jungkook has an obsession with his girlfriend's butt.

#black writers #madameaug #black oc #bts #x black reader #k

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theasterous09 · 5 months

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its ninja-o-clock! A couple of asks/q for a bored bud if you want them ;D

Did you ever want an episode with specific scenario/trope in the show?

Did you have any ideas for another villain for Randy to battle?

If you have to choose: would you prefer Randy giving up his ninja mantle early in a self-sacrificing moment or him holding on until he is in a risk of being corrupted?

Any ideas about Randy's family?

First Ninja: blorbo or meh? if blorbo: any headcanons about him?

THANK YOU ANON, I AM SO HAPPY WITH THESE QUESTIONS I CAN JUST KISS YOU

Did you ever want an episode with a specific scenario/trope in the show?

Yes! I have a lot of scenarios/tropes in my mind (and drafts) that I wish were in the show. Some of the scenarios and tropes were us finally seeing more First Ninja dad moments when Randy is feeling down or Randy and Howard going to the future and help the current ninja of that time (like the time travel episode, but the future-).

Did you have any ideas for another villain for Randy to battle?

Honestly? Yeah, I've always wanted to see Randy fight Howard as an actual monster (not like the soupsicles one, but like a stank'd one). We never got that, but that's fine! If we're talking about like an actual villain, like main antagonist kind of villain, then I've always wondered what if Randy gets sent into the future, only to find out that the current ninja of norrisville was THE villain. That would have been such a twist!

If you have to choose: would you prefer Randy giving up his ninja mantle early in a self-sacrificing moment or him holding on until he is in a risk of being corrupted?

This question made me remember an old fanfiction that had a chokehold on me. Anyone who knows "Randy Cunningham: Shadow of the Future" by not-a-cop on FF.net? Yeah, that's the one that reminded me of this question. To answer it, I would prefer if he gave up the mantle. Sure, it's a cliche choice and almost every hero chooses it, but this is Randy Cunningham we're talking about here. He is literally chosen as the ninja because his heart is pure, and it was stated multiple times (in and out of the show) that he is the best Ninja in the past 800 years (and he's just in his freshman year too)! I'm pretty sure he would choose to give up his title rather than let it corrupt and turn him into something that he's fighting against.

... Unless he becomes super evil then the Ninja of the future has to go back in time to stop Evil!Randy from turning his past-self into an evil version of himself too, which leads to a war between the two Randy's and becomes one of the greatest battles in Norrisville history—

Any ideas about Randy's family?

Yeah! I actually wrote a few headcanons about them and posted it, like, yesterday! But now I can talk about it more:

- Mrs. Cunningham is Althea Kaida Cunningham (Half-Japanese, half-Filipino (I made a mistake in my first hc post where I wrote that it was his dad that was the half-half)). Mr. Cunningham is Calin Cunningham (Pure American).

- They work at the same job (which takes up most of their time).

- They spend time with Randy once a day as a sort of family day and Randy relishes on that day a lot.

- Randy and Calin share the same love for music and video games, while Randy and Althea share the same love for meditating and volleyball (because I hc that Randy's fav sport is volleyball).

First Ninja: blorbo or meh? if blorbo: any headcanons about him?

ABSOLUTE BLORBO! And yes to headcanons!

- Outside of the Ninja suit, his name is Yuto Norisu. He was born in Norrisville with the rest of his brothers.

- When we first met him in the time travel episode, he was a 31-year-old ninja.

- He had a wife and a son, forever lost in time (no spoilers for this first, because I want to rant about it in a different post).

- He was a master of controlling his emotions. When the Sorcerer was still out and chaos can happen easily, he was taught by his older brothers how to control his emotions with ease so that he wouldn't be stank'd like the innocent people.

- When Randy goes inside the Nomicon, First Ninja would show himself to him on ocassion (rarer times Randy had seen him without the mask). During those times, he would help Randy in his ninja training and learning the new life lesson the Nomicon has for him.

- Randy sometimes calls him "Finja" despite the numerous times he told him not to.

- Finja sees Randy as a son (AND YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE).

- He hates the smell of smoke (from a trauma experience or he just really doesn't like the smell of it idk), which is why the smokebombs smell like farts rather than actual smoke.

THESE QUESTIONS WERE AWESOME!!! Thank you so much for them, Anon!!! If anyone has more, don't be shy to tell me about them! I would love to talk about this show more ahhhh

#rc9gn #randy cunningham #rc9gn rant #anon ask #thank you!#rc9gn hcs #headcanons #rc9gn randy #rc9gn first ninja

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Requests are not being accepted, but I'm crazy about the evil princess and she hardly gets asked, I love her. I would like to see more of Althea and her fiancé (I don't know if you're making him masculine, if not it can just be gn) who isn't really committed to this whole "getting married and living together forever" thing that interests other people

sinceramente - W.V. 💖

allie is super slept on so i appreciate this ask 🫶 for future reference i exclusively write gn nondescript readers unless im commissioned to write ones with specific traits so people of all identities can still enjoy :p

👑 ;; althea x reader with commitment issues

· thats funny, you really think you have a choice in the matter?

· althea’s always dreamed of having a big flashy wedding between the two of you. something extravagant to show the world just how much you loved each other. she’s not giving you the chance or the right to take that away from her.

· if you start expressing some hesitance to marry her when she starts putting serious thought into it, she straight up ignores you. you can tell her to her face that you don’t think it’s a good idea and she’ll ask you what color dress you think she should wear. she’ll be well aware of your lack of desire to get hitched and she won’t even slightly care.

· she loves you, and you know it. she’s done so, so much for you. why can’t you just do this for her? it’s not like anything will change, you’ll just have to be loyal to her and do as she says and kiss her and love her and treat her like she’s your world. what’s so difficult about that?

· if she even suspects you won’t show up, she’ll have guards watch you 24/7 in the days leading up to the big event. don’t even think about trying to turn her down at the altar, either, she’s more than happy to remind you who’s in charge in front of everyone. you’re not getting out of this, and that’s the end of it.

· althea doesn’t care about how you feel if it doesn’t align with her interests. she loves you (in her own twisted way) and she doesn’t care if you don’t feel the same. she’ll be everything to you, whether if you want her to be or not.

#👑 althea c. ;; the princess #xxi ;; the world — asks #willvandomguardian #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere girl #yandere girl x reader #yandere wlw #sapphic yandere

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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ok so like here's some JoJo related flight rising stuff I have

this is Vermarine, which I headcanon (I say headcanon but I literally own the fucking dragon 😭) as having Caesar Zeppeli's dub voice. I know people usually hate dub and have seen some hate on the accents but DAMN if I don't love Caesar's dub voice. Anyway yeah this mf speaks like caesar and is gay (but is married to a women bc he's biromantic look before I hammered out what his sexuality was I had him making babies with a woman so I made him biromantic to make it make some sense)

this is Rainforest, which is like Kars in my lore but for like. Plants. She's just really bitter about deforestation and wants dragonkind to suffer for it. She also has a poem in her bio that I wrote myself :)

This is Althea. It (it goes by it/its pronouns bc why not) is known in my lore as the "Midnight Crusader" so. not for any jojo reasons but I see it as like a nomadic deity that doesn't rest in my lore.

I also have a dragon I accidentally made exactly like technoblade but that ain't jojo so unless you tell me you want to know I ain't putting it in ur inbox

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 p r e t t y

god why is Flight Rising so absolutely gorgeous, the dragons are just So Shaped with such nice colors and I want to put it in my mouth-

#jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #not my oc #sb answers #weewooihavefoundyou

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reallygreatblogname222 · 6 months

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Carl Grimes & Chris Manawa

These two would either hate each other to the point of violent murder or they’d be best bros… there is no in between.

Depends on how they'd meet I guess... I want to write more TWDxFTWD stuff to explore how the characters from each show would interact, but it's difficult coming up with plotlines aside from 'they meet and now they know each other'.

"We met on the set of a shampoo commercial years ago and we've just met again in the apocalypse," is an idea.

Some opinions:

Madison and Rick's friendship, though rocky at first, would be similar to Madison's friendship with Strand.

Speaking of Strand, he's a spicier version of Eugene - by which I mean he betrays people with malice instead of cowardice (God I loved Strand but I hate him so much now lol). Rosita would DESPISE Strand, and I mean *hate* him to his very bones. Jesus would take pity on him. Negan would respect him to an extent but he'd keep a few eyes on him at all times.

Althea might play a similar role to Georgie, with a bigger truck. She'd hate and respect the Saviors in equal measure. She'd be crushing hard on Rosita if she weren't head over heels for Alicia.

Okay but Glenn and John Dorie would be besties, and Maggie and Luciana would also be besties. June likes them all but she's not overly talkative with them.

And of course, my favourite headcanon is that Carl and Charlie are somehow siblings!

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There’s a post taking shape in my head about the complicated relationship between large-scale systems of oppression and the nature of suffering, and I know Tumblr is generally a pretty terrible place to talk about it at all (third only to Twitter and TikTok, perhaps!), and also that it’s very Handle With Care because there are a lot of gradations between “but what about meeee” hyper-individualism and being incredibly dehumanizing in how we talk about basic human suffering.

I’m still figuring out exactly how I want to put it, but it’s been percolating in my head after a conversation with a friend who is so enmeshed in discourse about systems that he doesn’t recognize when individual people are being astoundingly callous. (I’ve been thinking about some particular aspects for much longer, though.)

Anyway, the idea of actually writing it was exhausting, so I went and worked on my mother’s legendary in GW2 instead.

#got from artificer 0 to artificer 350 and thought some more about headcanons #the whole concept where victoria (my orphaned adoptee human pc) is the pc in her continuity but a background character in althea's #is really entertaining to me—in one universe althea is the hero of shaemoor (and victoria is the adopted cousin she likes #who turns up in the vigil later on)#and that's the only one i've written anything for #but there's this whole other universe where victoria is the hero #and althea is her sometimes prickly yet lovably frivolous and affectionate cousin who she thought was safely in luxury #until she was on pact business and heard some order person say 'lightbringer althea' and then turned around and it's HER family's althea #but it's victoria who is the grand hero #and i was thinking it might be cool if some iteration of ALL my characters actually exist in all universes #like there's still an althea fairchild in the ex-bandit from the streets version of the pc #but in that continuity althea is an only child and deborah is gwen's semi-estranged sister #and i was thinking of all the pc -> npc iterations of my characters basically #an easier subject anyway!#anghraine babbles #discourse hell #ascalonian grudgeblog #anghraine's gaming #anghraine's headcanons #(some of my pcs do get to know each other in the different continuities. and become girlfriends obviously)#(i like the idea of althea/gwen in particular and i'm deciding whether i like it most with pc althea or pc gwen)#(i like victoria/gwen too though—victoria is less obnoxiously patrician than althea can be but also much more dissimilar from gwen #but now there's isabel the geeky scholarship kid turned priory necromancer and i want to fit her in too)#long post #for the tags lol #althea fairchild #victoria langmar #etc

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So I'm going to give you all a little tour of my military subhood whilst I sort out my mods folder, and make my game not crash everytime I go into buy mode. 🙈

I was inspired by @teaaddictyt's video on her own military subhood and loved the idea of having housing that gets nicer the higher you climb the ranks of the military career. So these homes, in this small gated community area are for the higher ranks (Level 7,8 & 9 - Snr Officer, Commander & Brigadier*).

*I use this mod by @episims to change the Astronaut rank title.

The first two homes were built by AlexArt and can be downloaded here and here. I just tweaked them a little with the flooring and walls.

The other homes in dark brown are a WIP, as they're based off houses that are across the road from where I live, but I'm not 100% happy with the design, so I'll update this post when I complete them. They are much bigger and will be for the level nine military personnel, as they're more likely to have bigger families. I might need to make the small homes with more bedrooms, but this is how they are atm.

And this helps give perspective in the hood view. This is one of the four main areas of the map.

Looking from the top picture to the bottom one, you have the main bus port that brings in all the recruits and the airport, which is mostly used for shipping, but is also run by the military. Looking at the second picture, the entrance to the military town is on the right hand side, and then that leads to (not pictured) what I call the 'Hush hush' top secret main base hub.

My headcanon for the subhood is that even though Campbell Quay is a growing town, this military existed before the town's creation and thus, was not funded or designed by Althea. Rather, a fee is paid so that military can pop into the town ect, but I don't see much involvement in the town of the military's part tbh.

The house on the left hand side is the General's home and that will be the next post. I renovated it to suit my needs and there's a lot of pictures for that one!

See all the Military sunhood posts here.

#CQ BTS #Military Subhood

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Headcanons for my Daughter Of The Little Mermaid Female Ocs and Non-binary Ocs.

Series Masterlist

A/N: Here are some headcanons I gave my female Ocs and Non-binary Ocs. If you have any headcanons for them you can share!!

Althea:

~ Even though she is a beast she's just a little baby who loves to cuddle and lay on big fluffy beds. She's a big hugger as well (get it because she's big when she's in beast form) anyways she'd also just follow you around like a little puppy begging for attention.

~ If you're tired and your feet hurt she'd pick up and carry you anywhere you'd like to go. She'd absolutely give you piggy back rides if you asked either in her human form or beast form whichever one you wanted.

~ She'd absolutely hurt anyone who touched you if you didn't want them to touch you.

~ If she saw someone trying to flirt with you or you hanging out with someone that likes you she'd kill them then tell you they left the school.

Skadi Frost:

~ Skadi would absolutely destroy anything that would hurt you. She'd hunt down the people who would lay a single finger on you or talk shit behind your back. She'd make them freeze to death with her powers.

~ If you were burning up outside in the blazing hot she'd wrap her arms around you from behind and cool you down with her cold body.

~ Even though she seems cold on the outside (literally) she has a warm heart and would definitely take care of you if you have a fever.

~ She'd make things out of snow and ice for you if you asked her to. She'd making anything even if it was hard to make. She'd would definitely blow snow in your direction just to watch you shiver before she laughed.

Snowbell Charming:

~ Loves to help you get ready in the morning. Brush your hair and put your makeup on.

~ Oh god does she love teasing you when you're with your friends. She would sometimes brush her hand down the back of your arm while you talk with Skadi or Althea. She whisper stuff into you ear and watch you shiver before she smirked against your ear. She'd randomly grab you by the hip and pull you into her side before pecking your cheek then leaving.

~ She loves the fact that she could rest her arm on the top of your head. She always jokes about how easy it is to lift you up off the ground.

~ When you're sick she'd tell you to stay in bed. She'd get some soup and crackers for you to eat while she held a cold cloth on your forehead or neck. She'd kiss your forehead before cuddling up to you so you wouldn't have nightmares.

Lenore DeVille:

~ Lenore well she's her mother's daughter. She'd help you pick out the perfect outfits to wear if you asked for help. She'd definitely take you shopping and buy you new expensive clothes or make them for you. She'd help you pick out the perfect shades of colors that go together.

~ If you wanted your hair dyed or cut she'd do it in any style or color you wanted.

~ If you wanted to match with her she'd be happy like really happy. Her eyes would sparkle as her smile was huge. She'd definitely make matching outfits for the occasion.

~ She'd teach you how to sew and make outfits. If you poked yourself with a needle (which was constantly) she'd make sure you didn't see the blood. She'd kiss your finger after it was patched up before helping you finish your outfit.

Blythe Heart:

~ Let's see Blythe would be absolutely crazy on Valentine's Day. She'd buy you Red roses, heart shaped chocolates. Basically anything that was heart shaped or red since she's the daughter Of The Queen of hearts. If you weren't nauseous whenever you saw blood she'd literally bring someone's heart to you with her hand drenched in blood while she just smiled sweetly.

~ She'd get a tattoo with a heart and your initials in it. It'd be right on her actual heart (Well the skin). She'd surprise you with the tattoo. After it was healed she let you run your fingers over it.

~ If you asked to play with her hair when you felt like you were on a brick of a panic attack she'd take you somewhere private. She'd take her hair out of the style she was wearing it in before sitting down on the floor while you sat down on a chair behind her. She'd stroke through your hair and let you cuddle up to her.

~ If someone hurt you she'd shout at the top of her lungs "OFF WITH THEIR HEAD" to the guards before telling them who it was.

Eternity & Obsidian:

~ Even though they're Ursula's daughters and supposedly your enemies they would confess their undying love for you in the moonlight by the lake.

~ They'd pour poison into a person's cup of they talked to you. Eternity would keep you occupied will Obsidian would throw the body or bodies into the ocean letting the sharks eat them.

~ They'd go swimming with you in the lake. Obsidian would splash you of course and Eternity would just roll her eyes. They'd sing you a song to make you fall asleep better.

~ Even though they're identical sisters they acted completely different. Eternity acts mean and tough but deep down she's a big teddy bear while Obsidian is literally mean and quiet most of the time. She'd glare at anyone that looked at you.

Sparky Jester:

~ Sparky she's a complete jokester of course. She loves to make people laugh especially you. Seeing you laugh and giggle at all her tricks warms her heart greatly.

~ She absolutely loves to pull pranks on people especially the princesses. She'd ask them to shake her hand and they'd get zapped.

~ Oh she'd have fun making things explode anywhere whether it was in the great hall, a classroom, outside or the communal hall.

~ She would just randomly scoop you up off the floor whenever she would pass by you in the hallway before darting off while you clung onto her for dear life

Zyrsa:

~ Zyrsa would be so soft even though she acts tough. She'd nuzzle her face into your neck while she hugs you from behind.

~ She'd tell you stories about all the adventures she went on a hundred years ago and tell you how she got the scar on her face without telling you all the bloody details. She'd let you trace it at times when she needed a distraction from everything.

~ Her favorite thing to do is take a stroll around the castles even if nobody could see her except you.

~ She'd turn anyone into a toad if they dared lay a hand on you. Or she'd threaten to feed them to her pet's.

Ilora:

~ They're such a huge romantic. They would kiss you under the moonlight in the rose garden after giving you a rose that would last for eternity. They'd take you on candle lit dinners either in the Museum of Heroes and Villains or in the non-enchanted forest. They'd buy you tons of gifts like jewelry, stuffed animals, chocolates really anything you like.

~ Their favorite colors are Gold, Black and Red.

~ They'd stroke through your hair and hold you close if you had a bad day. They would kiss your face every few minutes and continue to hold you until you calmed down and fell asleep.

~ Oh how they would track down whoever made you feel this way before making their death a slow and painful one while they just smiled.

Dawn Solari (Sun goddess):

~ Even though she's a goddess she doesn't see herself as one. She sees herself as just another human being.

~ Her wings are soft to the touch and she would wrap them around you . She'd let you touch them if you asked.

~ Her body radiates heat since she is the sun goddess. So whenever you were cold she would pull you into her and warm you up.

~ She has the power to control fire and light.

Astraea Callisto (Moon Goddess):

~ Just like Dawn she thinks of herself as another human being.

~ She loves it when you just randomly walk up to her and hug her before burying your face into her chest. She would wrap her pale arms around you and keep you close.

~ Sometimes she would just pull you into a room and cuddle you which is absolutely adorable.

~ She has the power to control water and darkness.

Dewdrop:

~ Dewdrop is exactly like her mother Tinkerbell. She loves to make stuff out of Lost things that she finds all around Neverland. She loves the colors green and white just like her mother Tinkerbell.

~ She'd make random stuff for you out of the blue and hand it over to you after she's done.

~ She's a huge teddy bear she absolutely loves to cuddle and hug. She loves to show affection in any way she can whether it's holding hands, kissing, hugging or cuddling.

~ She's more energetic than her sister's since she has ADHD. But at times she could get lost in her thoughts and not remember what she was doing until 20 minutes after. She gets distracted very easily.

Ivybell:

~ She's a literal bookworm. She buried her face into the books and gets lost in reading them. She's the quietest between her sisters. She only speaks when she wants to and to the people she wants to talk to.

~ She loves to drink tea whenever she gets the chance to make some. She would curl up under a blanket with a book in hand while tea was in the other.

~ She'd definitely read a story to you if you wanted her to. She'd let you pick which one you wanted her to read since she's ready all of them of course.

~ She would make a magical dreamcatcher that would ward off any nightmares you would have and catch your dreams in the holes. She'd make more of course and some other things as well, as a thank you for staying by her side even though she doesn't talk much.

Jasmine:

~ She's rude to the people she absolutely dispises. She'd flip them off behind their backs sometimes even in front of them if she wanted to.

~ She's like her mother Vidia a hundred percent. She would glare at anyone who would try and touch her. She'd use her wind powers to knock people off their feet before laughing.

~ She definitely has a soft spot for you and would help you with anything you need help with. Like reaching a high place she'd be there. She's extremely protective of you and would pull you into her side if anyone looked at you.

~ She'd be an absolute wreck if you asked her out on a date. She'd get flustered and not know what to say. She would only nod when you ask her.

Everly:

~ Everly is absolutely mean at first but when she asks to hang out with you she starts to become nicer. She's still mean to everyone else though.

~ She would take you out on little picnic's away from the two schools views. She'd bring your favorite food(s) to the picnic

~ Even though she's nice to you she's still mean to everyone else. She'd yell at them or just simply shove them out of the way before laughing.

~ She'd definitely join in on playing pranks especially against the princes that she absolutely despised and didn't want to look at.

Aldith:

~ She's absolutely cocky no doubt about that. She loves to tease you and make you blush a lot. She's a pirate for fuck sake.

~ She's definitely into fashion and the most stylish pirate you have ever known. She would sometimes walk onto the deck wearing a revealing outfit that made you a mess.

~ Her favorite thing to do is fight with the crew. Almost everyday she'd be on deck fighting one of the crew members.

~ While she loves her body she would sometimes feel insecure about it since she has scars littered all over.

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