#fairly certain grey doesn't die

[illithilit]

As promised, here's everyone's relationship info! ( If they aren't here, it's bc I haven't developed them enough in this area. )

Luparon. Demi, possibly asexual, possibly pan?? I'm not sure and neither is it. Probably about the same for romantic interests. Would be quite open to the idea of a polyamorous relationship. No experience with these things at all, or even to the culture of it, really, but would actually be open to and interested in learning. ( Note: very socially anxious individual; will not bring any of these subjects up on its own bc it doesn't know how to approach these things -- BUT will only turn down advances if it's genuinely disinterested in someone. ) Theoretically v willing to be a committed partner, but would want room to learn before committing to specifics like that, but would still stay within whatever boundaries that would have been set going into the relationship.

Mourndax. Homosexual and romantic. Has some experience, part with his first boyfriend in his teens, part with the woman he was forced to marry and have a child with, and some from a string of one night stands he's had since he settled on the surface. Not into polyamory. By default on the flakey side of committed bc he has issues, but is more the type to push people away out of a panic response; NOT someone who would cheat, to be clear.

Blurg. Pan / demi, both sexual and romantic. No experience prior to a ship, as he's a little fucked up from his childhood and needs a certain level of trust and similar interests before he starts to get feelings for anyone. And tbh, despite his culture being p open with sex, he's one that prefers to only have it with someone he has a strong romantic relationship with. Possibly situationally poly, but primarily monogamous. I cannot stress enough that he is the extremely committed sort that takes that kind of thing v seriously.

Grazilaxx. Pan / demi, both romantic and sexual. Good amount of experience prior to a ship, as it has dated and slept with a good handful of humaniods in between leaving its colony and the BG3 era, but they also serve as a laundry list of things it doesn't like in a relationship, so it's a lot pickier than it used to be about entering into such things. Probably only monogamous bc I have a hard time trying to imagine it pouring that kind of energy into multiple people or being okay with its partner doing that.

Orianna. Pansexual, with a strong male preference. Demiromantic. Extremely sexually experienced, as she's someone that likes sex a LOT. Not so romantically experienced, as the first and only time she tried it was one-sided and toxic af. Strictly monogamous if romantic, poly if sexual. Up front, it's difficult to get her to really commit to anyone in any kind of fashion, but if she actually emotionally bonds to someone, she'll happily commit to levels that mirror her affection level. Note: Confident in herself and not the sort to jump at ghosts so to speak ( meaning, not going to see reasons to be jealous when it isn't something obviously romantic or sexual going on ) but is the ugly jealous sort. Highly advised to be 100% certain before asking her to commit.

Amis. Bisexual and romantic. Fairly experienced sexually; some of it with devils, some of it with humanoids. Most of it p rough, which he likes less as he ages. Not super experienced romantically, but has kind of dated an erinyes and a fellow knight. Never actually been in love before Ashen / a ship. Situationally flexible with monogamy and or polyamory; depends on the partner(s) and the situation. The 'I found my person and it doesn't matter if they die when we're young or if we're old, no one else can ever take their place and it hurts too much to think of even trying' level of committed.

Yzare. Asexual and demi / grey romantic. Not at all experienced before a ship bc she's not interested in seeking that sort of thing out, and is perfectly fine with the idea of never having been in a relationship if she never discovers feelings for someone. Strictly monogamous bc she will 100% be a little possessive of a partner. Ride or die level committed.

Methil. Greysexual and romantic. Not experienced in any way shape or form bc he is a traditional squid, and traditional squids aren't even allowed to form platonic relationships, so he's literally never considered romance or sex. Could possibly be convinced of it if the subject was broached, as long as he's not actively in a colony. No idea on the rest tho

Cherish. Homosexual and romantic. Hadn't had any experience before Nephris, I think bc he's never had anyone but Nephris stay in his life long term so the idea was terrifying. Wholly monogamous. Committed body and soul to Nephris in the most unbreakable flavor there is.

Varen. Pansexual and romantic. P well experienced, bc tbh if you're down, he's down. V open and willing to love emotionally or sexually. Willing to go either way with monogamy or polyamory tbqh; the joke of the campaign he was created for was that the party was a polycule with a freshly adopted corvid child, but would also commit to only one person if that's what they wanted and he's in love. Not super committed by default, but would absolutely be the sort to follow a partner to the Hells and back without being asked.

#I'm not like them but I can pretend // Luparon headcanon. #the moral of the story is I will gut you if I need to; I will carve my way out with only my teeth // Mourndax headcanon. #''you just don't know when to quit do you?'' call me a slow learner but I don't like giving in to tyrants // Blurg headcanon. #I am more powerful than I am damaged and I will rise from any abyss you try to drown me in // Grazilaxx headcanon. #we who wield power adorn ourselves with flowers to hide the sting of our thorns // Orianna headcanon. #ignore every instinct to flee. remember: you are a monster too // Amis headcanon. #live each day as if it were your last because I'm going to kill you but I'm not super good with schedules // Yzare headcanon. #tfw you remember there's 3 muses that are for sure sticking around that have no tags hnfjen

[karatam]

The Dragons of 'House of the Dragon'

Okay, so a little backstory first. Dragons originated in Essos, particularly in Old Valyria, where the Targaryan family comes from. Certain families have the magical ability to bond and ride these dragons, and this ability is passed down through their bloodline. The Targaryens are the only surviving dragonrider family, having escaped the Doom of Valyria centuries ago when fleeing to Westeros. All current dragonriders have Targaryen blood in their recent ancestry.

The bond between a rider and dragon is largely mysterious, but dragons are intelligent creatures who chose who they bond with. Generally, it's a one-to-one ratio, with a single dragon and rider bond. Dragons can bond again after their dragons die, and riders can as well but it's less common as dragons live much longer than humans. Dragons can feel when their rider is in pain and vice versa. Riders use saddles and reins (though the reins usually just go to a harness around the dragon's chest) as well as vocal commands (usually in the language of High Valyrian) to try and control their dragons, but dragons do have minds of their own.

Dragons can live much longer than humans (the oldest dragon is currently nearly 200 years old). They get larger as their age. They're also like goldfish where they only grow as large as their environments allow. Older dragons like Balerion and Vhagar grew up free to roam and fly, while more modern dragons are penned in the Dragonpit and so seem to be smaller than their predecessors (this is not a firm rule though). They also breathe dragonfire, which can melt basically anything.

Now onto the list! (spoilers for the show ahead)

Important dragons in the show so far:

Vhagar - oldest and largest dragon left alive. Kind of greenish-grey. Her rider is Aemond Targaryen, the second son of Alicent Hightower. Vhagar is the most powerful thing in the known world, able to take on and kill basically any other dragon without much trouble. She's also stubborn and doesn't always obey her rider. Her original rider was Queen Visenya, the wife of Aegon the Conqueror. She is basically a rogue nuke with wings.

Syrax - medium sized bronze dragon. Her rider is Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. Her egg was placed in Rhaenyra's cradle when the princess was born, Rhaenyra is her only rider. They fully bonded and Rhaenyra was able to ride at age 7, one of the youngest dragonriders in history. Mostly untested in battle, as Rhaenyra was kept away from fighting.

Caraxes - large red dragon with a long neck, about half the size of Vhagar. His rider is Prince Daemon. Very experienced in battle as both Daemon and his previous rider rode him into multiple wars. He has a distinctive whistling noise he makes in the show.

Meleys - large red dragon, probably the fastest in the world, slightly smaller than Caraxes. Her rider is Princess Rhaenys.

Vermithor - huge bronze dragon, second only to Vhagar, very old. Currently unbonded and living in the caverns of Dragonstone. His last rider was King Jaehaerys I, Rhaenyra's great-grandfather. Prince Daemon tried to get him on the side of the Blacks in the show recently.

Arrax - small blue-white dragon, very young. His rider was Lucerys Velaryon, second son of Rhaenyra. He and Lucerys are killed by Vhagar. Likely born from an egg laid by Syrax.

Other dragons who may or may not become important later:

Vermax - small yellow and red dragon, very young. His rider is Jacaerys Velaryon, first son of Rhaenyra. Likely born from an egg laid by Syrax.

Tyraxes - small young dragon. His rider is Joffrey Velaryon, third son of Rhaenyra. Likely born from an egg laid by Syrax.

Stormcloud - small grey dragon, very young. His rider will eventually be Aegon Targaryen the younger, fourth son of Rhaenyra. Likely born from an egg laid by Syrax.

Sunfyre - large golden dragon, fairly young. His rider is Aegon Targaryen, first son of Alicent, now King Aegon II. Generally thought to be the most beautiful dragon in the world, as it literally looks like he's made from gold.

Dreamfyre - medium sized silver-blue dragon. Her rider is Helaena Targaryen, daughter of Alicent.

Tessarion - small dark blue dragon, very young. Her rider is Daeron Targaryen, third son of Alicent.

Shrykos - small green dragon, very young. Her rider is Jaehaerys Targaryen, young son of Helaena and Aegon II.

Morning - very small pink and black dragon, youngest dragon there is. Her rider will be Rhaena Targaryen, daughter of Prince Daemon. Born from an egg laid by Syrax. She will be the last healthy dragon born for 150 years.

Moondancer - small pale green dragon, very young. Her rider is Baela Targaryen, daughter of Prince Daemon.

Seasmoke - medium sized silver dragon, fairly young. His rider was Laenor Velaryon, husband of Rhaenyra. (Truly I do now know what happens to him. Because in the book, Laenor dies so Seasmoke bonds with another rider eventually. But in the show, Laenor faked his death, but the dragon would still be bonded to him, so idk)

Sheepstealer - a wild never-bonded dragon living on Dragonstone. He's big and brown and as his name suggests, steals sheep a lot.

Silverwing - large white unbonded dragon living on Dragonstone.

Dead dragons:

Balerion - the largest dragon Westeros has ever seen. Called the Black Dread. His most famous rider was King Aegon the Conqueror. He had many other riders since, his last being King Viserys I, Rhaenyra's father. He died of old age about 30 years before the civil war breaks out.

Meraxes - second largest dragon Westeros has ever seen, slightly larger than Vhagar. Her rider was Queen Rhaenys, wife of Aegon the Conqueror. Died in battle with her rider.

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon spoilers #hotd #let me know if I made any errors #but I tried to keep book spoilers out except for just the dragon/rider pairings

[celticrune]

hi >:] for the fruit oc ask game! can i get keiji 🍒 🍌🥑 ??

also lady althea <3 🍒🥕🥝!!

you absolutely can~ also i'm interpreting cherry as a romantic companion because i can Keiji: 🍒 [CHERRY] Who is your OC's perfect companion?

Someone who's good at coaxing stray cats. Lure with food, let them come to you, don't move too fast or pay them too close attention. He hates hates hates people who are so nice it feels like they're pitying him or treating him like he's weak, you need to slowly coax him into accepting bits of care.

And then, well. a hot guy who is fun to banter with and can match with his kinks :3 but the care factor and how well they manage to straddle the line of coaxing him with affection without making him feel stifled or trapped is what draws keiji in and brings it from friends with benefits to lovers

🍌 [BANANA] Have parts of your OC been lost to time (in-universe)? What do they wish they could lose from themselves?

ngl just seeing it was a banana i thought this was gonna be something dirtier. I don't think they have? He's changed, of course he has, but most of what he leaves behind is better left forgotten. Some of his prickliness, his defensiveness, some of the really sharp and bitey snark that's gone softer and more amicable. At the start of his story he is bitter and lost and fairly determined to die, and over time he actually finds some peace and, eventually, happiness. I don't know if this is what you took the question to mean but if you have more you want to know just @ me ;p

🥑 [AVOCADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

That... is actually a good question. Because Keiji's very morally grey, so he has a lot of opinions that would make him seem bad, but those he is both entirely unapologetic about and also.. not that determined. He's generally happy to go with the flow. The one actual moral line he has is around slavery, he hates slavers, but that is something that makes him look more moral than he is.

Althea: 🍒 [CHERRY] Who is your OC's perfect companion

Someone she can banter with, someone she can go to a rich party with and bitch about all the other guests, but also someone who challenges her. She has strongly internalised some patriarchal ideas about relationships and what her purpose/role is as a human noble, so much so that she's not really consciously unhappy about it all. She can really benefit from someone who'll question or challenge those ideas, and show/remind her that it doesn't actually have to be as others say it is.

🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?

She's good at being insulted, which sounds bad but hear me out. Her self-image is flawed but it's strong and unlikely to be shaken. She's not going to take someone's shit without being a catty bitch about it, and she's very good at backhanded compliments. She's bad with violence, she's a squeamish lil lady and not any kind of trained fighter. She can talk her way out of (and into) a lot of trouble, but any physical challenge and she's right out.

🥝 [KIWI FRUIT] How does their outside appearance differ from who they are?

She very much looks the part of the popular prep girl in a highschool movie, and she is that in a way. It is a true part of herself, she likes the femininity and the social games and paying attention to herself and her appearance (and she really likes being desired and given attention). She is, however, also a massive history buff who actually likes studying and science communication.

(and ofc don't judge on appearance and you can be pretty and femme and also a nerd but listen this question was about stereotypes)

#ocs #keiji #althea #thank youu #hope you like 'em~

[al3x-fi3rro]

Morality is a very interesting topic. Using Light Yagami (from Death Note) as an example. Light takes on the role of Kira and uses the Death Note to kill criminals, or those who have been deemed as guilty without too much knowledge on whether they are actually guilty or not, he just searches up criminals and write their names down.

It kind of feels like a representation of the Japanese system.

Over in the west (Canada and America), with law, a defendant is treated as innocent until proven guilty but over in Japan it's guilty until proven innocent. There's even a difference in how lawyers go about defending or prosecuting the alleged criminal, over in the west both the defence attorney and the prosecuter are supposed to have the same evidence so they can fairly form their respective arguments, if the defence attorney finds new evidence they, legally, have to share it with the opposing counsel for the evidence to be taken into considerstion for the case, and vice versa. But in Japan, lawyers can kind of just dump whatever evidence they find into the court without any prior warning to the opposing counsel and the evidence will still, legally, count as evidence for the case.

Because of this system, a lot of times innocent people can be ruled as guilty, which in turn, means Light could potentially be killing innocent people as opposed to the criminals he thought he was killing which goes against his Ideology. He believes that he kills these criminals for the 'betterment of society' and in turn, the world. But a lot of times, Light sees these situations and circumstances as black and white when in reality, a lot of times it's grey. He doesn't usually take into consideration the reasoning behind why the person is committing these crimes. in his mind, they're committing the crime and that's enough for him to write their name in the book.

Sometimes a person is incredibly mentally ill and because they don't get the proper help this could lead to them committing a crime, maybe even murder. for example the Narrator from Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Tell-Tale Heart'. The Narrator says that he is not mad nor insane, and even goes as far as to say that his illness has made him better as it has increased his senses. The Narrator then kills the old man because of his vulture eye, it fills him with this rage and 'drives him insane' to a point. He talks about how the old man never did anything wrong, and in fact the Narrator even quite liked the old man but couldn't stand his vulture eye.

Some people can't control their mental Illness, or their schizophrenia and need the proper help but are, unfortunately, not always able to recieve this help or are unaware that they need it in the first place. This leads to people doing bad things(which is why in court you can plead insanity) but if you don't look into the why, just killing them is very much just killing an innocent person because they don't have truly rotten motives.

If you are unable to be able to find out if a person has motives for doing things that are 100% twisted and rotten, killing them isn't really worth the risk. It's a tricky situation, and playing the judge, the jury, and the executioner always has it's repercussions/consequences.

I get Batman's one rule of 'No Killing' because it is definitely a very slippery slope. going down that path is not something you really want to do because if you kill one person, you'll start to justify killing other people. you'll become desensitized to the notion of murder and justify why you killed certain people for less and less as time goes on. But there is a huge difference from killing someone and not saving them/letting them die. Batman on countless occasions will save the joker, usually going way out of his way to do so, when he very well just could have just left it alone.

#i genuinely dont know #i got bored #and got to thinking about this #I don't know if this makes proper sense #i'm tired #it was like 3am when i wrote this

[positivelybeastly]

🖤 for cain?!

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

Let's be totally frank here (I know, I'm taking a break from being totally Hank), Cain is a silver fox, and Hank is someone who appreciates a mature individual not just because it makes relationships feel more equitable and manageable, but because he loves the little things like laughter lines and crow's feet and touches of grey. These are the little details that tell a person's story, and Hank appreciates every word when he looks at Cain.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

At this point in his life, Hank appreciates someone who can make him slow down and take it easy, who matches his pace and convinces him it's okay to take a bit of a load off - and that's Cain. After some of the more recent traumas and brushes with death he's had, someone solid, reliable, normal, is honestly just really quite nice, and he would fight anyone who would ever call Cain boring. He enjoys their dinner interplay too much to ever find him boring.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

He's not the horndog he once was, but . . . Hank has eyes. He has an imagination - quite a good one, in fact - and he's rediscovered his ability to flirt. He's thought about it, for certain. He is not, however, someone to rush these things, and he's happy to keep it just flirting until he's sure that things are good - not just for Cain's benefit, but for his own. He wants to start making better, more reasonable decisions, even if they mean delayed gratification.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

He's working on it! If Hank has his way, dinner will become a regular occurrence, and he's going to make sure that Cain knows he's not just sniffing around in search of a booty call, he wants to be his friend, someone who he can feel comfortable in confiding in, if that's someone he has room and want for in his life.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

It's hard to make a bad first impression on Hank, you basically have to be actively committing a crime, and even then, he tends to be pretty lenient if he thinks you have a reason. Cain definitely did strike him as perhaps a little odd over text, but who doesn't when they're engaging with a complete stranger, right? Granted, he doesn't know about the other stuff that goes into it yet, but he's an accepting fella.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

He trusted Cain with his financial advice, that's not something he just does - he got a vote of confidence from a friend, and he's definitely charmed by the other man. Just needs more time, more flirting, more chances to get to know him, before he can comfortably start doing scandalous things like squeezing his hand or saying he really likes him. :P

#vitalphenomena #muse assessment meme #outofmuffins

[worldismyne]

Mad At Disney Ch 3

Summary: What if Rhodri held onto the illusion staff too long?

Pairing: Harv x Finn

Rating: T

We got an Ao3 tag now people!!!

Ao3 Link.

With a stern glare from the red-eyed witch, both teens were scared out of Finn's room and ushered down the stairs. The manor was now consumed in shadows and grey cobblestones; the furniture sharp and dripping in red velvet. There was no sign of Finn's animal companions, leaving the manor lifeless and eerie. Finn arms were wrapped around Harv's in a vice grip as they climbed down the stairs. The pale witch was fuming, but neither of them had any answers for her. Last time she was this angry, she'd tried to kill Harv.

"To try to maintain an illusion this large takes a lot of concentration; that's why certain things are slipping." She threw open a mahogany wardrobe, there was a collection of staffs neatly arranged, everything seemed to be in place. "If you know what to look for, the flaws are easy to spot." The staffs didn't look quite right to Finn, the wood grain was almost hazy and the shapes of the stones were a little off. All except one. A twisted five foot staff with a blue star crystal. Leenan picked it up and held it up to the light with a grin. "Like leaving a counterfeit in place of my illusion staff." She turned and gave them a good look at the staff. "It was made to materialize people's desires, but in inexperienced hands, it'll manifest anything that comes to mind. I can only assume whomever has it is fairly immature to make a place this rooted in dream logic. When I get my hands on them-"

"We'll get the staff back." Finn interjected. "If people see you with the staff, they'll assume this was all your doing." The witch smiled sweetly at her 'daughter'. "We wouldn't want people getting the wrong idea."

"That's awfully considerate of you dear, but I'm the only one who knows how to control it." She ruffled his blond curls. "If someone with an active imagination like you picks it up, well, it'll just prolong the problem. Besides, this isn't your problem to fix, it's his." Harv withered under her glare. "You had one job while I was gone; make sure no one went into my study." 

"I don't-" He felt the words die in his throat as she stood at her full height.

"Remember. I know." The witch rubbed her temples. "Anything that doesn't fit gets altered or erased, that's how the spell works. Clearly, this person isn't conscious of this, or they'd have done a better job making sure our memories of the past lined up each others. You need to get your hands on the staff before breaking the spell. The last thing we need is for the staff to decide it's too much effort to keep you under it's control and boot you from the illusion altogether." 

Harv was eerily reminded of the illusion meadow he'd woken up in months prior, how the ground had ripped apart beneath his feet the moment he thought Finn had been nearby. Would escaping this illusion throw them back to reality or into a deeper slumber? Either way, that had to be where the rest of the townspeople had gone. Far enough away to be unable to find the staff and return it to it's proper owner. 

"So we just have to get the staff back without touching it." Harv concluded. "That shouldn't be too hard if they have to be holding it to cast the spell."

"Not 'we'." Leenan closed her claw-like hand and pulled on the air. Finn slid out of Harv's reach and into his mother's leg. Her other hand wrapped firmly around Finn's shoulder. "My baby isn't allowed anywhere near that thing for a reason."

"Mother!" Finn exclaimed, offended and mortified all at once. Leenan instead handed Harv the fake staff.

"Exchange the real staff for this one. Maybe this way, you won't forget what you're supposed to be doing the second you leave my sight. I will decide your punishment after you bring back my staff in one piece."

"Yes mam." Harv gripped the phony staff without making eye contact. 

"Now get out of my sight before I change my mind." She dug her nails into Finn's shoulder when he tried to follow Harv out the door. "Sweet pea, I know your worried, but you need to stay here where it's safe. Even if that simpleton touches the staff, his head's so empty I'll be able to find it immediately. You'll be-" Finn wrenched his shoulder from his mother's grip. "...fine."

"So that's you're plan is it? Send Harvey out as bait and then what? Hope the person who stole the staff has a change of heart?" Finn looked through his mother's study. Where had the crystal ball gone? If he knew where Harv had run off to, maybe he could send a few of his birds after him, just to keep tabs on him. At this rate, he'd never be able to find what he was looking for in this neatly organized study.

"Finn, don't you think you're being a little dramatic?" 

Sending Harv by himself to confront some villain wielding a mind controlling wand. It didn't sit well in Finn's stomach. He was reminded of the smell of gun powder, hot breath against his neck, and an angelic demon with a single pink horn.

A unicorn's horn.

What if Harv didn't come back?

"Kind people don't steal magical artifacts, and they certainly don't steal them to do kind things." He ran into the foyer to get his coat; pjamas or no he needed to catch up to Harv before-

before...

Mother was coming up the steps in a hurry. Finn had picked out a purple mink coat and stared at it. 

"Finn!" Leenan saw her daughter standing at the coat rack transfixed with a puzzled expression on her face. Her eyes fadinging in between their usual amethyst and an eerie blue hue. "Darling, why don't you lay down and rest?" Finn looked up at her with a start. 

"No, I... I have to go see Harv..." Finn looked back at the coat and took it off the rack slowly.

"Yes, but he's busy right now." Leenan gently took the coat and put it back on the rack, then nudged Finn in the directions of the stairs. "If you're not in your room, how is supposed to find you?"

"I suppose..." 

"Come on now, off you go." She ushered the blonde up to her bedroom at the top of the tower. Finn gave one last puzzled look at her mother with a confused frown as the wooden door swung shut. "This is for your own good dearest." 

Click.

Finn ran up to the door and jiggled the handle.

Locked.

"Mother! Open the door!" Finn banged on the door but it was no use. "MOTHER!" Leenan cringed at the ear piercing shrieks coming from inside. "You were just lying about some stealing something to get him to go away! You always ruin everything!" She threw her weight against the door, and that failing, an ornate stool from her boudoir. 

"You keep that up with that attitude and you'll be in trouble for real!" Leenan huffed. "Of all the ungrateful- You'll be thanking me this later. Well, you will if you remember any of this." She shook her head and descended down the steps leaving Finn to fume in her room. Finn's floor was covered utterly trashed, having tried everything she could to get the blasted door open. What was there left to do but weep into her downy pillows and hope someone would come rescue her? Maybe hum a few bars out the open window and hope some traveler could hear her nearby? 

Amongst the overturned furniture, a single pearl ring shone brighter than anything in the room. 

Of course! Rhodri was the king now. If she told him what was going on, he could rally everyone in the kingdom to come to their aid, and then Harvey would be able to come back from... Well from whatever fools errand mother sent him on. Surely he'd be able to overlook some petty disagreement to help his own brother. After all, Rhodri was a kind and wise king; the greatest in the world. She just had to get to the palace. 

Finn pulled her dresses with long trains and bed sheets into a pile and started to fashion them into a rope. 

-0-

The problem with trying to find who had stolen the staff was, well, everyone said it wasn't them. No one confessed to recognizing the staff, no matter how recently they had seen the genuine artifact, and there had been no witnesses to the theft. As far as everyone was concerned, Harv was toting around a very pretty piece of glass mounted on a stick. Though, they did seem overly enthusiastic about his phony treasure. In fact, everyone seemed to constantly remind him of how hard he worked and what a good older brother he was. Truly odd since mere weeks ago the only thing on everyone's minds was welcoming the new king.

He sat down atop on of the hills at the edge of town after a long afternoon of going door to door. The clouds rolled by some stilted like a rock dragged across the dirt and others were rippling like bubbles in a stream. It reminded him of a miss match of different paintings from the walls of the church. The goats were all starting to look the same as the munched on grass in the midday sun. Equal parts picturesque and uncanny.

Try as he might, he couldn't think of what any of it meant. If the thief really was a child, there was a chance Leenan would curse them with the same vindictiveness she had towards him. He didn't want a hand in harming a child. In fact, they had a better chance of waiting for them to tire of the whole thing and move onto the next. That's what worked best with his brothers anyway. Though the witch might not have the patience for such a tactic or risk letting the staff fall into the wrong hands.

It just wasn't fair!

Without a clear enemy to fight, he was just wandering around in circles, literally. It wasn't even his fault the thing got stolen in the first place! She was the one who left Finn all alone in her castle for days. He was really starting to feel silly walking around town with this thing and didn't really understand why this meant he couldn't keep Finn close by. It would be so much easier for them to just walk out of range of the illusion and find the staff from the outside. 

But, there were certain rules you just couldn't break, and never walking away from the quest was one of them. 

The palace was the last place he'd be able to check. If that failed, he'd just have to do things his way, and try to get them out of the illusion himself.

-0-

When Finn arrived at the royal palace, the place was bustling with activity. Maids, all similar in appearance were throwing up decorations in purple and gold. Rhodri was talking to some man in a tuxedo who smiled and nodded anytime he pointed at something. Rhodri turned and beamed at her, dressed head to toe in a light blue robes that matched his staff.

"Oh good, you made it!" He snapped his fingers and one of the maids dropped everything to get Finn's measurements again. "I figured out what was missing. All those fancy rich people hold huge parties to announce when they're getting hitched. That's why it doesn't feel official yet." The engagement, how could she forget? This whole time she'd been fussing with the state of the house for boring old visitors when she should have been making wedding preparations. They hadn't even set a date yet, and everyone in the kingdom would be there, including Harv... "Woah, hey, what's the matter?"

She was trying not to cry. Really, what good would crying do at a time like this? Everything was all wrong. She had been doing something else before she came here, something important. Her life wasn't supposed to revolve around someone else's wedding. It was supposed to be full of adventure and singing and where was Harv when you really needed him? How could he just run off without trying to get her out of that damn tower first. She came her for a reason. 

What was the reason?

"You're not wearing the engagement ring..." Rhodri's hand tightened around the staff. "Was there something wrong with the gem? I can always get you a different ring." Finn hesitated, no the ring wasn't the problem, women all across Austria would be envious of such a ring. All the gifts she had gotten were perfectly adequate in fact, they just weren't coming from an unwanted suitor. It was hard to think of a way to put that into words without hurting his feelings; but the well had run dry. Her mind was a fog. He took her hand, now looking at the ground. "...you don't have to force yourself to like me." The staff he was holding dimmed a little and Finn felt him give her hand a squeeze. "I see how those stuffy nobles act, I- I don't want to be like that. Even if you don't love me, I think we could really be happy. I can pass laws to legalize witch craft, I can bribe any noble who gets in our way, I'd do anything to keep you safe. Isn't that what you really want?" Finn pulled away slowly.

"...no..." What did she really want? This was a rich town where everyone loved her and wanted her to be queen. She should want for nothing. "I don't care if it's more dangerous, I want... I want to live with Harvey." The light from the staff was almost blinding. It was reacting to what they were saying...

"WHY!? He doesn't like you at all!" Rhodri shook his head. "All he does is complain about how annoying you are and avoid you. He treats you worse than our goats!"

"That's not true." Even if he did wrap goats up in his arms and carry them around like they were precious things. He talked about them a bunch too. Maybe even gave one a smooch on it's greasy little forehead. Good gracious, did she really rank lower than livestock? That couldn't be right. Rhodri sighed, he was looking at her with pity.

"Just because he's nicer to you than the jerks at the palace doesn't mean he actually likes you." Finn turned away. This had to be some kind of trick. Harv would do anything for her. "He's nice to everyone." He'd do anything for anyone. Even, say, help a vicious killer out of the kindness of his bumbling heart. Finn looked at the blond reflected in the shiney marble floors. The image of a pitiful weeping maiden looking back. 

"You said you'd do anything to help me, right?" Finn asked quietly.

"Of course."

"Then give me my mother's staff."

"What? Why?"

"Rhodri, mother will not be merciful if she finds out you took it and she is looking for it. I won't even tell her it was you who took it. But, you wanting me to be happy here is what's ruining the illusion." Finn sighed. "We can't both get what we want." He held out his hand, but Rhodri hugged it protectively.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Rhodri-" The door's to the palace swung wide open as Harv walked in. He briefly marveled at the dozens of maids bustling about, before realizing what was unfolding. Rhodri, trying to keep the staff away from Finn's outstretched hands. "Wait, don't touch that!" The two turned to him as he ran around the staff.

"What are you doing here?" Rhodri pointed at the fake staff. "What's that?" Harv paused, looked up at the staff and back at them before smiling at Finn. 

"You don't want that one Finn, you want this staff, it's better." Finn face contorted into an undignified look of outrage and confusion.

"No it's not." Rhodri tried to get between the two.

"Yeah it is. This one came from the witch's house." Harv tried to over exaggerate the words, hoping Finn would catch on. "It's newer and, uh, more powerful. You don't want that old staff, do you Finn."

"I-" Finn looked back and forth between two expectant faces. He didn't have siblings of his own and he wasn't exactly sure how Harv was able to do this kind of thing so easily. Was he supposed to play along with Harv? But, he wanted the real staff, not an excuse Rhodri could use not to hand it over. "Of course I want the new one. Then Rhodri and I could match. You're so thoughtful Harvey." Was that not the angle he was supposed to take? They both looked disappointed. "I'll make sure to treasure it?"

"I'll take the new staff." Rhodri handed his staff toward Finn. "I'll take the new one." Just before Finn could grab it, Harv kicked it, where it skidded across the floor. "What was that for?"

"Oops." Harv shrugged and quickly handed the fake staff to Rhodri. "Finn, wait!"

Finn had walked over to the magical artifact. Even out of someone's direct hand, it was still trying to maintain the illusion. It was actually quite easy to manage once you knew how to turn it off. He could see Harv running to catch up, to put everything back the way it should be.

"Not yet." Finn picked up the staff and the fairy tale castle crumbled all around them.

-0-

It was hard to explain to Harv exactly how the staff worked, since, it seemed to work different for everyone. It liked to latch onto the strongest desire the person held at the time, whatever day dream would keep the fiercely guarding the stone. And that failing, it would latch onto fear. When Finn had touched the staff when he was five, it had been horrible.

He had wanted a place to play that was safe, free of the unicorn that had attacked him years prior. Instead, it showed him this distorted version of the unicorn that lived in his nightmares attacking him again, and again Finn surviving. Then his attacker would get maimed somehow, as Finn hadn't quite understood the concept of death yet, but that was the sort of thing that happened in stories before the monster went away. Only, Finn had an active imagination. So after one scene played out, the scene would role back and play out a slightly different version.

Finn wanted to live.

Finn wanted the monster gone.

And the staff tried to give that to him again and again. 

So this time, when the staff cycled through Finn's daydreams and fears, it had a wider variety to choose from. They were shown to him in rapid succession, as the magic tried to find which one would stick. But it was easier to block out the noise and the sights and focus on what he needed to do.

A forest slowly materialized, first like lines on parchment, then cell shaded and darkened so that they were protected by a ring of dense trees. The sky would be overcast, slightly drizzling, the perfect weather for if you got stuck outside for a long period of time. Finn tried to picture something as close to realistic as he could, but he couldn't ignore the bold outlines around his frame or how his shadow was a collection of tightly knit dots. The staff wouldn't let him forget this was fake. 

He was alone, with Harv, now more aware then ever that there was no hidden danger lurking in the forest anymore.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Harv asked. He didn't remember anything of course. This thing loved to feed off of people's wants without leaving anything behind. The poet's blouse was a nice touch; he always thought Harv would look better in something more light and tailored.

"You want to be my friend, don't you?" Finn gripped the staff. Just once, he only needed to hear it once, then he'd turn the damn thing off.

"Of course." Harv laughed. "Come on Finn, what's this really about?"

"..." Finn bit his lip. "I've had a sickish feeling ever since I started noticing illusion magic was involved that... That once the illusion goes away, you're going to stop liking me." He could see Harv hesitate, then look a little sad. It was hard to tell how much of the magic was tampering with his behavior, his eyes were always a pale blue.

"Finn, I wish you didn't think of me like that." Harv took a tentative step towards him. "You know I'd never abandon you."

"I know. I know it's a selfish thing to say, that's why I don't say it. I try not to, anyway." Finn tried to concentrate. "But, I don't want you to just follow me, or be kind out of obligation, I want you to like me. This was the closest I felt that it was real, that you wanted me around, I don't want that to go away." Harv was touching his shoulder now, he'd need to let go soon.

"I don't think that's possible."

"Can you please say it, just once." 

"I like you Finn." Finn turned off the staff before it could show him anything else. As long as they could get it back to his mother without anyone seeing, it'd be like it never happened.

AN: Finn's dreamworld is based off of 1940s comics, there was apparently a whole genre of romance comics started then. Plus that's the same era as movie stars and such. Canonically Finn's supposed to stay away from the staff because of his uncontrollable revenge fantasies, but a later post rolled that back based on the assumption that it would be hard for Finn to live with that thing and NOT play with it on occasion. So I tried to incorporate both ideas :3

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Holtye, January 16, 1942, 6:30 AM

English Weaver Containment Facility (EWCF)

I pull Grey closer towards me, keeping my hands on his shoulders as the door scrapes open.

As it does, I recognise the Irishman. It’s the one from six years ago.

I glare at him as he steps in, followed by another Commar ‘doctor’. This time, he’s got on a Victorian-looking doctor’s coat, instead of a modern one like the Commar behind him, with the Commar pin on. Otherwise, he looks exactly the same, save for a faint scar down his cheek.

I hope it hurt like hell when he got it.

Behind the two doctors are three soldiers.

He smiles thinly and sharply at us.

“Good morning. I am going to require that the three of you come with me.”

Wave steps forward a little on my left. “And what for, may I ask?”

He nods. “You may certainly. I am taking the three of you for a simple medical examination, in addition to a few tests. Oh,” he adds, catching our expressions, “nothing too serious. Routine, you understand. That, and a few observations on bonds in capture and all that. Psychological things I don’t expect you to understand. Follow me, please.”

Wave and I look at each other, but comply with the doctor’s orders and follow him. The Commar follows behind us, snapping handcuffs on our wrists just before we leave our cell.

He leads us down a few hallways and past other cells, until we come to a door. I’ve never been out of the cell block, and I don’t think the other two have, either, without being drugged or sedated in some way, because they don’t like us knowing where we are.

Suddenly, the Irishman flings the door open, and I recoil at the sudden bright light.

“Apologies,” I hear the Irish voice say. “I expect you’ve not seen the sun for quite some time.” He laughs shortly. “The one day we need to bring you out of doors is the one day England decides to have decent weather.”

I straighten up, squinting at the outside. I can see now, and I can make out a cobble-stoned paved yard-looking thing, with an imposing iron gate at the end, at least three metres tall.

“Come along, please. There is a car waiting.”

The Irishman pulls me by the sleeve of my jacket, yanking me outside.

Grey stumbles behind me, and I hear Wave grumble.

“Get the hell away from me, you bast-”

“Grey is only eight, Wave!” I call over my shoulder.

“You qualify as a female dog, then, Corvus, and this dirty Commar shoving me is an illegitimate son.”

“What’s she mean?” Grey pipes up.

The Irishman laughs. “You’ll find out someday.”

Two imposing-looking Commars step up in front of the gate. The Irishman simply stands there, before the guards step aside, after one of them pushes open the heavy-looking iron with a grating, harsh sound that makes me cringe.

Internally, of course. I don’t need them thinking I’m weak.

Weaker than I already look.

“After me, if you please.”

“And what if I don’t please, you leprechaun?” Wave snarks.

The Irishman sighs melodramatically. “I was employing basic courtesy. Perhaps you ought to try it some time.”

Grey snickers, but I hear a muffled noise shortly thereafter, and a satisfied noise from Wave.

She probably stepped on his heel. I guess that got her real miffed, I add to myself with a smirk.

We follow him in sullen silence, until we’re through the gate, and I hear it slam shut with a sickening, scraping thud.

He directs us to a black car with blackened windows.

One of the soldiers comes around to open the drivers-side door, getting in the car. The Irishman gets in the passenger side, followed by the other doctor, and the remaining soldiers open the back seat door for us, shoving us in roughly.

“Lemme go, you damn-” 

A rough hand slaps me across the face.

“Watch it, girlie,” the soldier growls.

I lunge to try and bite his hand, but the door is slammed in my face and I fall back onto Wave.

She shoves me upright with a harsh movement of her shoulders.

“Not my fault-”

“You didn’t have to retaliate, bird,” she growls at me. “We know you don’t like it.”

I huff at her, turning around to face the back of the seat in front of me, the Irishman’s seat. I glare at it, leaning forward a bit so I don’t chafe my wrists too badly.

The Irishman turns around, a sharp smile on his lips.

“May I ask a few simple questions of you?”

“You will even if I say ‘no’, so go right ahead,” Wave says with a heavy sigh.

“You are certainly correct there, Wave.” The Irish doctor says. “Firstly, your ages, or an approximation of them?”

“I’m twenty-three,” Wave says blandly.

“Eight!” Grey pipes.

“Eighteen,” I mutter.

The Irishman writes something down on a notepad that he pulls from his pocket. “Good. Now, can I ask what you intended to do with your lives before your capture?”

“I- What?” Wave tilts her head curiously at him, and I sit up. “Bit unorthodox question.”

He shrugs. “Well, this whole examination is a trifle unorthodox, I think you’ll find. I rather find your psychology fascinating, and, as a result, this examination contains little physical aspect.”

The other doctor snorts.

“Everything you do is unorthodox. I can hardly wait to see what happens to these three.” His voice is sharp and clipped, with a semi-thick German accent.

The Irishman shakes his head, smirking. “It shall be very interesting, I think.” He looks back up at us. “Now, answers? Starting with you, my dear, if you don’t mind.”

He nods at Wave, who glowers at him before answering slowly.

“Well… I had planned on becoming a teacher. I’ve actually tried out a few game concepts with these two. Add-a-sentence stories, mainly.”

“Yeah!” Grey cheers. “They’re awful fun.”

She shoots him a look. “And I’ve taught them a little Latin. That’s where her,” she nods at me, “nickname came from, since she’s a crow.”

“And I’m Griseo, and she’s Fluctus in Latin!” Grey again adds.

“...You see. That’s it, really.”

“Mm-hm. And you, Grey, what did- do you want to do when you grow up?”

I wince a little, my eyes widening at his slip.

He doesn’t think that Grey is going to grow up. He was about to say ‘what did you want to do if you grew up?’

Grey grins, showing the gap where his tooth was pulled. “Well, I don’t know! But dinosaurs are really swell! Isn’t there a job where you dig up bones and discover new species?”

The Irishman smiles. “Indeed there is. You would be a paleontologist.”

“Yeah, that!” He bounces up, then wincing as he lands with his hands pressed against his back. “Pale-ee-in-tall-oh-jist!”

“Mm. And lastly, you, Corvus?”

I sneer at him. “Gee, I dunno. Why? Because I have no bloody memory, mate! So you tell me. Did I say something to you before you knocked me out? Huh? You effing tell me!”

He raises an eyebrow. “Well. I apologise for briefly forgetting your circumstances, however, you must have some inkling of something that intrigues you.”

I glare at him. “Punching you in the face, yeah.”

The other doctor snorts. “Got a fiesty one,” he mutters.

“Aside from harming myself,” Irish says with a forced smile.

“Literally no idea. I don’t know what you expected from someone whose earliest memory is from six years ago and it’s of being shoved into a cell.”

He scribbles something down. “Message received, Corvus. And, unless I’m very much mistaken, we’re here!”

He turns around, and I look out the window for the first time.

We’re pulled up in front of an imposing-looking building, with soldiers guarding the doors.

The other doctor opens my door, roughly pulling me out.

Wave follows after me, and the Irishman pulls Grey out.

“March,” a soldier growls at us.

Wave mutters something I don’t quite catch.

I keep my gaze on the ground, focusing on memorising turns and hallways once we’re in the building.

“Ó Rodagh,” the other doctor says, looking us all over with a raised eyebrow, “which ones do you wish?”

The Irish bloke, Ó Rodagh, looks the three of us over. “I’ll take Corvus and Grey. M10455 and D12695, respectively.”

The other nods, turning to Wave and grabbing her tightly by the upper arm. “With me, Wave,” he sneers.

“And you two follow me,” Ó Rodagh says, a touch more cheerfully. 

Grey walks next to me, looking around at everything. I again focus on my steps, memorising the turns and corridors.

“In here, if you please, or,” he adds with a hint of sarcasm, “if you don’t.”

I glare at him as I walk into the room.

It's a fairly stark examining room, with a desk covered in stacks of papers, a filing cabinet, a chair, and an examination table.

Ó Rodagh sits in the chair, after turning it around to face us. He’s got a clipboard and pencil.

“If you would both hop up on the table, please.”

Grey and I comply, Grey far more eagerly than me.

Once we’re sitting next to each other, the doctor looks up at us.

“Now, questions. Do you ever discuss what it was like for you before you were captured, or what you would- you might do if you got out?”

My eyes widen at his second slip.

He doesn’t think we’ll ever be free.

“I don’t, really, mainly because they,” he nods his head at me, “don’t,” Grey chirps. “But I remember my Ma and Da real well!”

“And I have no-”

“No idea, yes,” he cuts me off.

“And if I got out… I’d like to find my aunt! She lives near where we did!”

The doctor nods, writing something down. “And Corvus?”

I shrug. “Dunno. Hide my tattoo, for sure. Try to get a job. Find someplace to hole up.”

“No… long-term plans?”

I stare at him. 

“No. What th’ hell would I plan for? I just don’t wanna be here, mate! I don’t want to die in some twisted experiments!” I shudder. “Like the- What’s he called… The Grim Reaper of Magic. He is twisted as hell, and I don’t want to run into him.”

Grey shivers when I say his name, and I don’t blame the kid.

“I don’t like him,” he pouts. “Wave said she saw one of his… die- die-sekt-chuns once. She didn’t say hardly anything, only that they were ‘peeled open’.”

I lean forward, my hands over Grey’s ears, ignoring as he squirms. 

“She told me the rest,” suddenly feeling how urgent it is to impress on the leprechaun how much we need to stay away from the Reaper. “Said that the veins were all blackened and protruding from chemicals or something, and that the skin that wasn’t pulled away and pinned to the table had obsidian burns all over it. And the ribs were all sticking up... and... looked like they were rotting, I guess. And that the eyes were bleeding.” I lean back, taking my hands away from Grey’s head, and he sticks his tongue out at me. “Whatever you do, keep us the hell away from him.”

I glare at him furiously. He only has a sharp, cold smile on his face.

“Tell me… Did your Wave ever say he saw  him?”

“No. Or if she did, she didn’t say.”

Grey huffs, crossing his arms.

“Wish we knew what t’ look for,” he mumbles.

“You know…” the doc starts, “I believe I recall that particular experiment… Ordered by Brigadier Lykke, you know. He was there… And it got quite worse. We were trying a new acid. Melted away the bones.” He smirks. “The residue was hell to clean up afterwards.”

His smile unnerves me, and his brogue sounds almost sing-songy, like he’s relishing the memory.

“Jesus,” I growl. “Is being twisted a job requirement for you lot?”

“No… Just for myself. Public image, don’t you know.”

“God, you sound as bad as… Oh my God.”

The realisation hits like an anvil.

The doc sits there, grinning sharply, watching me.

He’s the bloody effing Reaper.

“Corvus, what’s wrong?”

The kid hasn’t figured it out yet.

“My dear child… And what if I told you that I  was the, ah- Grim Reaper of Magic?”

He positively leers at us, and I feel the blood drain from my face as he stands.

“Now, Grey. Won’t you come with me?”

Grey shrieks and whimpers, clinging desperately to me.

I wrap my arms around him tight, but I’m too weak to hold on when the doc calls in guards.

They prise Grey off me, and drag him, screaming, from the room.

“CORVUS! CORVUS DON’T LET THEM!”

His cries fade.

“Hm. Good lungs, I see.”

“Let him go, you bastard!”

The leprechaun just laughs, before vanishing down the hall, the door clicking shut behind him.

I jump up, immediately swinging my wrists against the corner of the table.

If I can shatter these, and get out before he comes back…

I swing my wrists again and again, finally shattering the obsidian cuff on my left wrist. My skin is burned, scarred, and red.

I grimace, and am about to start on the other one when a low rumble shakes the building.

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ok so here's some stuff about my self inserts :D

Cecil Honeycutt

Was born in the 60s, attended college in the 80s, and graduated with a degree they didn't want to make into a career and no living family. Rather lost for direction but not despairing, they applied for a personal assistantship at one Darkiplier Manor. Quickly, it became clear that there was more at play — possible danger, sensitive information, and maybe even the supernatural — but they were nonetheless compelled to accept when, after careful consideration, the position was offered. They've never regretted it. They seem to have stopped aging at about 25. No one's tested to see if they can still die; they're hoping they don't have to find out. Their duties have expanded; they still fill a sort of personal assistant role, but also some quasi private investigation, and function as a household manager in certain respects. They love Wilford more than light and would absolutely die for him. (Or kill the Actor for what he did to him.) They're in a poly queerplatonic relationship with Wilford and Dark (who are romantic partners). Chaotic mom energies and dresses like that stylish teacher who everyone either loved or hated. They/them.

Curly dark brown hair just past their shoulders. "Long" bangs (so like brushed to one side). Grey-blue eyes. Wears glasses. Has freckles and a beauty mark to the right of their mouth.

Fics

Auden Lorentz

A dear friend to Damien Windsythe and Mark Iplier during their college years on the northern part of the West Coast. After attending law school with Damien, they worked very hard to become the District Attorney — devoted to their work above all else. As a result, they grew quite distant with Mark, made few close friends, and never married. They met a tragic end at Mark's ill-fated party. 1879-1924, they/them

Long dark brown hair kept tied back with a ribbon essentially always. Light grey eyes. Wears glasses. Dresses pretty masc.

No fics yet.

Lex

Met the Actor when they were "cast" (that is, influenced into existence to be) his love interest in a strange, chaotic production for which the Actor played the lead, roughly halfway between WKM and "the modern day," in-universe. They became roommates until the Actor got fed up with what he thought was a farce, and informed Lex about their creation. Lex took this about as well as one could, then asserted and proved they were, in fact, not just a figment of Mark's imagination or a puppet of his influence, but a real person with free will... and then had to pick out their name. And then, fairly quickly, they fell in love. Soon after, they moved out of the apartment and now live in a construct of the manor, tucked away in a pocket dimension, together. They're happy, if highkey codependent, save Mark's unresolved traumas and the fact that they're essentially on the run from Darkiplier.

Short, almost "spiky" dark brown hair. No real/on-purpose bangs, but it's short enough that there's some spiky bits there. Emerald green eyes. Has a beauty mark to the right of their mouth. Dresses pretty over-the-top.

Fics

1920s!Lex

Lex Iplier (born Alexandria Fennemore) spent the better part of their college-age years successfully evading their parents’ attempts to convince them to marry a nice man and settle down in favor of working on their art and living hedonistically. They were contacted when a major movie studio wanted to film at a park where they had an installation; they begrudgingly needed Lex's permission, since it would be visible in the background. Though denied pay and given only a token collective acknowledgement in the credits, the glamour of their work being featured in a film combined with the offered-under-duress invitation to a cast party was far too much to resist. With the not-lie that they were there as they were an artist whose work was featured in the film, they got to shmooze, notably with Mark Iplier, the still-rising star, who was rather enchanted by them even from across the room. Lex, of course, falls fast to his charms. They exchange contact information at the party and, after a lively courtship, do eventually marry. (Needless to say, Lex still doesn't settle down.) Their other close friends include Damien, Celine, William, and the District Attorney. They/she. Born 1883.

Yeah so, they're Mark's first marriage. No WKM, no affair timeline. Mark’s parents are still alive and living in the manor, so we have our own place elsewhere.

Appearance is about the same as regular-'verse Lex, save the time period causing differences in dress.

Fics coming... not soon, admittedly lkdsfljkds

Levia Iplier, née Chesterfield

Born in 1879. Met their dear friends Damien Windsythe and Mark Iplier during their college years in the northern part of the West Coast, where they moved from the eastern US in 1898. They are very devoted to their work, and as a result grew apart from Mark for a time. However, after hearing how badly he was taking his divorce and how worried Damien was for his health, they attempted to intervene — at least for Damien's sake — and, luckily, were able (with great effort and hardship on both their and Mark's part) to help him out of that dark place. In May 1926, they were married. Later, Levia became romantic partners with Damien, as well. They're (all) very close with Celine, William, and Ben, too. They/she.

Soft, fluffy light brown hair just past their chin. Actual bangs. Light ("normal") green eyes. Wears glasses. Has freckles. Dresses a lot like Cecil, but a little more masc.

Fics coming soon!!

Credit for the Picrews!!

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