#weak tober 2023

[na-baekjin-love]

Weak-Tober 2023: 06 Blind

Baekjin liked his eyes as much as someone normally liked their own (working) body parts. His eyes were working, they were red like his mother's and he liked remembering her while looking into the mirror instead of seeing features of a father he didn't even know the name off.

What he didn't like was how sensitive his eyes were to light. Bright light literally blinded him, especially when he stepped out of a building into the bright sun of the noon and depending on how long the exposure was, it could take minutes for his eyes to recover. The tests for that hadn't been funny nor amusing but as they had also happened in the privacy of the hospital, it was at least one thing he didn't need to worry about.

He didn't fear going blind forever, the doctors had assured him it would take more than looking into bright light for a bit. His eyes just had issues adjusting to bright light, due to lacking the pigmentation to keep the light way from the areas relaying the information from the light to the brain.

Despite that knowledge, he sometimes found himself walking around the apartment with his eyes closed, trying to remember accurately where which piece of furniture was placed what he had put onto which surface and if he could make out the shapes and patterns stitched or printed onto his clothes with his fingertips.

Writing with his eyes closed was not something he had bothered practising yet, mostly because once he was done with paperwork of any kind, he didn't feel like writing anything further most of the time.

In a way blindness scared him and didn't scare him.

Baekjin liked seeing, watching the world from his office window and how the people below him scuttered around like ants in an ant hive. He liked knowing people would turn up before they opened the door to his office. He liked being able to read everything without needing to reach for it, to just turn his head and look at a new paper, to easily read his phone screen without having anything read out whatever he was supposed to see.

Rationally, he knew that going blind wasn't the end of the world. People adapted to blindness all the time, be it from age, a sickness or an accident of some kind. They learned to live in their homes alone, to cook, read, to write, to move around.

Blind simply wasn't convenient for him though. Much of fighting was done via the eyes, be it seeing things on the edge of his vision, focusing on someone trying to hit him or looking down at him, seeing the expression on their faces as it sunk in how weak they were compared to him.

Society tended to not respect people much that were noticeably lacking one of their senses and it could be very obvious that eyesight was missing, be it by you wearing a symbol to announce it or a cane to keep track of not walking into things by accident. But then not all legally blind people were fully blind. So some of the things mentioned may not even apply to him, if it happened. Not that he wanted to find out what being 'blind' would mean for him. He had plans and he was not willing to adjust them for a lack of sight, if he had the choice.

#weak hero #na baekjin #donald na #fanfic #weak tober 2023

[ask-the-kings]

Day 17 - Eyes Closed

Im super late and behind on the prompts so at this point I’m not gonna stress about it! These are two new OCs and my first drawing of them <3 not a perfect drawing, but something simple and not something I wanted to spend the whole day on, I think it looks good for the purpose it’s for (which was color palette)

#bweirdoctober #oc tober 2023 #oc tober #oc-tober #original character #day 17 #I may have a weakness against long haired men but it’s okay I embrace it #the thought of her braiding his hair is what made me change his hair from short to long so quick #look at them #<3

[theonceandfuturequeenoftarts]

writing patterns

[list the first line of your last ten fics and see if there's a pattern.]

Oooo~ Thank you for the tag, @cealesti!! <3 This looks fun!

Let's see...

thrown into the nest - HP

Harry had assumed he was a beta.

2. There's Love (if you want it) - HP

The night he returned from delivering Gryffindor’s sword to the Forest of Dean, Severus Snape sat in the headmaster’s office – ostensibly his office, though he’d never felt more false in his nearly twenty years as a double agent than he did in this new role – and made a decision for himself.

3. like those palaces in fairy tales - HP

The end of the war is a blur to Harry.

4. A long, hard road - HP

When Harry comes to in a dark room with no real idea of where he is, his body and mind freeze, immediately kicked into a loop of fear and pain and nononononotagain–

5. unfailingly ingenious at having a good time - HP

It had started with academic curiosity on Hermione’s part; Ron might have been a little quick on the follow-through, though.

6. wake-up call - HP

It happens while he’s having a long-overdue visit with Ginny.

7. at the seams - HP

The thing about being an outcast who has no hope of being included is that you can watch other people from the outside.

8. engrave the silhouette of you - HP

He comes to in a pile of rubble, dust slowly settling around him in vaporous drifts.

9. __-tober 2023: The Promptening - HP

There’s a man crouched in front of him, and Harry’s not sure why or when that happened.

10. crave gets slaked - HP

Harry found himself thinking about that night.

I hadn't realized how many stories I've written from Harry's perspective lately. I flip between POVs in a few of these fics, but it looks like I like to start with Harry.

I'm glad that most of these fics start with fairly short sentences. I know I can get carried away with n-dashes and semicolons and endless commas (giving you some side-eye, #2). But at least the introduction to most of these fics isn't that rambly.

These sentences also show I tend to focus on the characters and their interactions. I don't usually bother to include much description. It's something I worry is a weak point in my writing, but whenever I try to include more it feels clumsy and excessive. Perhaps it's just part of my style.

As for the titles, I really need to pick a capitalization style and stick with it... Also, the contrast between the trying-to-sound-deep ones and the silliness. It's a thing.

I'm getting nervous about tagging people because I don't want to be a pest. (Which is silly, because I was thrilled to be tagged in this, so other people probably would be, too. And yet...) So, if you see this and you want to participate, do it! And tag me so I can see your responses, please~

#tag meme #tumblr game #the anxiety is loud today #harry potter #tomarrymort #writing meta #talk about your fics

[the-ravens-requiem]

Plague-Tober 2023 #1 - Safe

DOCTOR'S NOTES - #666

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There are many small towns and villages scattered amidst the forests and rivers in the Middle Kingdom. In one such village to the north called Pine Hollow, there is a clinic nestled amidst tall trees.

Those who are suffering from a malady or illness seek the physician out, well known for his bedside manner and kindness. Walking through the dark wood and coming across the small clinic is not an easy task for the afflicted, nevertheless the pilgrimage is often completed.

Tales of his healing magic curing symptoms of illness that plague the afflicted in just a few sessions are far and wide, and many come from other lands just to see him work. A miracle worker, by most standards.

I recently visited the physician so that I too, may see his work. Curious by nature, I found myself fascinated by the tales and wondered how one could capture such success. We share the same goal, after all: To help people.

Making the trek was an easier task for me than some, and soon I found myself in front of the healer's dwelling. It was a small place, much like my own. Though the nature of his work was slightly different than my practice. As such, once I stepped inside, I was not surprised when I found that he had partitioned parts of the clinic off for the infirm to rest. Only four beds, but I was told that it is because he does not often need more than once or twice to completely heal even the worst illnesses.

When speaking to the physician -- whose name was Marbas, one of the cat-shaped folk of the Faewild -- I found him to be quite charming and soft-spoken. The voice which came from his lionesque muzzle was deep and sonorous, almost melodic. I found that listening to him speak was quite pleasant and was easily persuaded to see how such a demeanor put ill persons at ease.

We spoke for a while. I asked him a few questions about his practice, though the longer I was there the more captivated I became. And yet, something was off. My long and well-honed instincts told me that there was more to Marbas than meets the eye. I did not think him a charlatan, but still. A nagging sort of feeling. I finally gave in once my surface level interview had been completed and requested a more private conversation once the clinic was closed, and he seemed to be agreeable.

I watched him work the rest of the day. The joy on the patient's faces when their suffering had been eased. He confided in me, off-the-record, that although he could cure afflictions he could not completely cease the pain of more chronic sort of illnesses. He was not the miracle worker of tales in the sense that he could not make a blind man see again, or make one whose legs were weak to stand or walk again. Such was out of his field and the nature of his magic. He could only return one to their natural state, and some things just were. I appreciated this honesty, and he noted that at the height of his fame he had to turn so many away because of this that it nearly broke his heart.

When I watched him work, however, I noticed that I was unfamiliar with the sort of magic he used. It did not appear to be any healing magic I had ever encountered on any of my journeys. It had the feel of something far more ancient. When we were able to speak privately, I asked him about it.

Marbas seemed startled that I had noticed, but after a moment or two he reached out to touch my hand. In that moment, I think we both understood the nature of the other. This sparked an honest confession.

I remember Marbas' eyes being golden in color. He looked at me through my mask as if he could see me completely, underneath. And when I looked back, I began to piece together what I had saw that day. The words were soft and mumbled, as if he were embarrassed by them.

"I feast on their suffering."

The catfolk visage was a clever illusion. Marbas was something far older than The Known World itself. The Old World would have called him a demon, and I was unsure of what they would call him now.

He confessed that he had started this venture a long time ago, simply as a means to eat. Suffering of the afflicted was sweet, he explained. His domain was disease, both in the giving and taking sort of way. When he discovered that more people would come to him if he healed them, he decided to pose as a physician and open a clinic. Over time, the joy of the healing took the place of his hunger, though he still fed upon the suffering because that is how he survived. But instead of causing it himself, he would absorb what would come through the doors of his humble clinic.

Marbas confided in me that he knew some of his regular patients began to see through his charade, but his service was so successful and eased so much of their pain that they chose to look past it. They felt safe with him, and the eating of their suffering was his payment when they could not provide coin. An open secret, essentially.

It was a secret I would keep with me, as well.

Who am I to deny a fellow healer with a secret? It would be hypocritical of me to sound such an alarm. And if he is not doing any harm, who am I to stop him?

- - -

Also inspired by this post.

#plaguetober #plaguetober2023 #filled

[priestessofcreation]

OC-tober: Alayna Vargas

October 4, 2023

Name: Alayna Magdala Rosaria Vargas

Age: 22

Species: Chthonic-human

DOB: October 31

Birthplace: Boston, MA

Race: Latina - Mexican and Brazilian

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 5’4

Personality: If mysterious had a face… well, Alayna is it. She is an alluring woman. She can see into your soul and know what you need. But she is an enigma and no one can ever truly know her.

She hates that.

Alayna is actually very sharp in her emotional intelligence. She has a sort of universal compassion that can only be known by someone who has known, faced, and healed their own very corrupt shadows. She is fascinated by human psychology and she utilizes that in everything - whether it be art, espionage, or psychology. But she has a lot of shame and self-loathing, causing her to punish herself from having any sort of love or connection. She likes helping others, but she doesn’t think it is fair to demand others help her.

Mental health: Sociopathy - recovering

Crush/Lover/Etc.: Lily is Alayna’s true love, whether or not it is best for them.

‘Verse: MINE

Likes: Shadows, psychology, intricate and hidden systems and how it all comes together. And theater. And people.

Dislikes: She is not a person who “dislikes” much… but ignorance around the human condition really does irk her

Strengths: Empathy, intuition, unconditionally loving, and patience

Weaknesses: Self-loathing, hyper-independent, really leans into the enigma factor

Goals: She wants to be in theater. It is the only thing she has ever loved that is hers alone. She wants to be an artist, a performer, an actress.

Pet: None

Backstory: Alayna is of the union of a very evil man and a chthonic being who took a human form. She was conceived on the beaches in Brazil, but was born in the US. The potent combination of her genetics caused Alayna to be born with a empathy-low hormone balance in her brain. From a young age, she was very opportunistic and knew how to manipulate the situation she was in to her advantage.

The problem is, both of her parents were also problematic in their own ways. Her father was an amoral bum that her mother would always love, but no longer respected. Alayna was also raised with the secret of her chthonic heritage - she and her mother could both manipulate shadows. That whole family dynamic was not held to the same standard as a healthy family would be. So from birth, Alayna was raised with “values” and standards that left her with a very different view of the world. You know:

There is no good and evil. Only power.

Her mother loved her but demanded the best from her. Alayna demanded the best from everyone around her. Her father demanded the best, but viewed Alayna as inherently less-than because WOMAN. Long story short, Alayna had a vacuum of a childhood and didn’t start experiencing personhood until her early twenties. That’s why she doesn’t let anyone in.

She only started experiencing personhood, so to speak, when she had her first true connection with someone. It was a powerful sexual experience that had her experience true oblivion and soul rejuvenation at the same time. It brought key parts of her brain and nervous system online and she has been healing through redemption ever since.

This is mine. Please do not repost. Do not claims as yours.

#oc-tober #writing #my writing #dreamer-goddess

[anxious-local-cryptid]

CRYPTID-TOBER

October 23rd, 2023

NORTH ITALY'S SALVANELLO

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I never saw a Salvanello, but I saw the braids they did on my horse's tail, using only three horsehair for braid.

My horse was a very gentle Soul, and I never heard him rebel against those braids.

Here in North Italy, you can't leave your work unfinished, or a Salvanello will destroy it.

My grandfather was on those mischievous creatures' good side, apparently, because they rarely destroy his work, and they also finished it for him an handful of times.

My friend Paolo was abducted by Salvanellos, one night.

He disappeared for a week, because those creatures wanted to have him as their exclusive playmate.

Now... now nobody talks about Salvanellos anymore.

They're long lost folklore.

I miss them like I miss my childhood, and when my old, weak hands gently brush my niece's horse, I can only think about how good some braids would look on this animal.

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After many failed Inktobers, I decided to stop trying to follow prompt lists that always end up boring me, so I'm challenging myself to draw a cryptid per day for all the month of October!

No lists, no prompts, just me drawing random creatures I like!

How fun is that?

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#my art #artist of tumblr #traditional art #horror art #trans artist #cryptidcore #cryptids #cryptozoology #cryptid #cryptid-tober #failed inktober #inktober #halloween #color palette #colors #red #yellow #green #blue #folklore italiano #artista italiano #scrittore italiano #italian writer #italy #italia #italian folklore #nord italia #north italy #salvanello #north italy's salvanello

[na-baekjin-love]

Weak-Tober 2023: 03 Insane Asylum

For a long time Na Baekjin had avoided anything remotely connected to what was in the past called an 'insane asylum'. It was a mixture of prejudgement, media stereotypes that had him dislike what should be properly called a psychiatric hospital.

Being put into one was always a fear, as illogical as it was. As long as you functioned in society, weren't pulling attention that made you seem 'insane' and weren't a risk to yourself, the system wasn't eager to have you waste money staying on one. Getting better and getting back out also was something that happened. You needed a rather severe condition to be stuck in one for life.

Despite all that, it had taken him a long time to talk to do more than just take medication for his issues and get himself to talk to a therapist.

Almost dying did that to you.

And not being able to take the medication, due to it interfering with the stuff the hospital gave you for all the wounds inflicted by a truck also hadn't helped matters.

Mental health was not something openly talked about in society though. It had taken a long time and admitting to himself that he feared being legally locked up somewhere for something that was just inside his head.

But the inside of the head was powerful, especially when it was about how you saw yourself and how it made you perceive your own actions and the world's reaction to them.

It was still rather surreal to walk into a psychiatric hospital, even if it was only for a visit. As normal as a visit to such a place was. It had still taken some self-convincing to go, though. For one, he hadn't even known the other teen had been moved into one, hadn't cared to look, too busy getting his own body back up to task after the accident.

Yeon Sieun had a whole gaggle of friends always surrounding him, more than enough people offering support in a tight spot, no matter of what kind. It had felt like a pretty bad joke to get a call from Park Humin of all people, making this kind of request.

But here he was, walking into the bright entrance area, full with beige and pastel colours and some nurses in uniform walking around from one place to another, some glancing his way, some not.

It didn't even take long to talk to the receptionist, being forwarded to a doctor and then being led around the facility to a visitation room.

The only person, who had almost made him lose a fight, was looking rather pathetic. Even thinner than back then and paler. It was a matter of morbid amusement that Baekjin was still paler than the other teen, whose head snapped up in surprise at seeing him enter the room and sitting down opposite of him.

"Yeon Sieun," he greeted the Eunjang student. "I heard you blame yourself for my accident."

#donald na #na baekjin #weak hero #weak tober 2023 #fanfic

[na-baekjin-love]

Weak-Tober 2023: 02 Graveyard

Sometimes Beakjin wondered about death and how people dealt with dead bodies. In Seoul bodies got cremated because space was precious and graveyards needed space, with way less slots for bodies to be put in, which would also increase the price for a slot.

On the internet were many pictures of different graveyards, orderly lines of crosses or small tombstones, terraces on hillsides or the big western ones next to churches with big trees reaching into the skies, branches shadowing the graves and the decorations put on them, be it plants or statues or anything the people caring for the person buried had thought off.

His mother was in an urn on a shelf among rows of other urns, all in similar shapes and only differentiated by the images and letters on them.

When memories came back to haunt him during quiet hours, the teen wondered if there were any places she would have preferred to be.

Somewhere outside, somewhere high, somewhere sunny…

But graves needed people to care for them and the charnel house was better at keeping records.

Some people pictured the dead as chained to their remains. If the urn was in a graveyard, buried in a grave, would she be stuck underground? Not seeing anything other than darkness? Or would she sleep as seasons passed and the body decayed in a coffin.

What would even be more bearable? Seeing the urn and knowing it contained all that was left of her or standing in front of a tombstone, the remains buried underground, a fancy sentence carved into the stone?

It was definitely easier to visit the urn than driving to some graveyard though. Also safer for the urn as the building could be locked and easier patrolled by the security. For some reason people sometimes did things to graves.

And there wasn't a nice one nearby anyway. It was all just tight rows of the same tombstone, just differing in the words carved in.

It was very different from what he could imagine from the pictures of the old, western ones, where wind rustled through leaves and branches, and flowers were blooming on other graves and maybe his mom's. With birds flickering around and there being generally a more… peaceful atmosphere.

Baekjin knew it was an illusion, a wishful dream, a place that didn't exist in real life and that no real place could surpass.

When he opened his eyes, he was back in the spot where his thoughts had started to wander.

In the end it didn't really matter anymore if his mother would have preferred a graveyard or the charnel house. It was all already done and over after all.

And he was left behind with these thoughts.

#weak hero #weak tober 2023 #na baekjin #donald na #fanfic

[na-baekjin-love]

Weak-Tober 2023: 01 Bloodstain

There was blood staining the button down shirt of his uniform.

Baekjin found himself looking at the spot for a bit longer than he most likely should.

It had dried already, turning from red to brownish, stiffening the fabric and turning it scratchy, but if he soaked it now, it should wash out fully… It was a pity that there simply wasn't the time for it now.

imesMaybe he could make time, but the question was, if it would be worth it. On one hand, a dried blood stain could either indicate messiness, unkemptness or give him an intimidation factor. Or a combination of these three things, depending on who he was dealing with.

The problem was that this was his school uniform and he had no intention of appearing unkempt inside the school where keeping up his image and reputation had its own importance, especially when the further success of his plans depended on having a professional enough appearance to be taken serious.

If it had been one of his other clothes, he wouldn't care as much. It wasn't a big stain and not in a visible spot either, so he could get away with keeping small blood splatters on himself as a small cue to remind his followers to not underestimate him. For some reason they tended to think he was going soft if he turned up repeatedly without any stain on himself.

How quickly they could forget the beating he handed out was confusing though. Sure, most of them had only ever witnessed him giving these beatings and not felt them themselves-only few people ever forgot if he gave them the painful hits personally-but it should still leave some impression.

The blonde looked at the bloodstain again, rubbing his thumb over the fabric and feeling the rough and hardened texture the soft fibers had turned into.

Aspirin should work well to break down the blood and help keeping it from staining. Saliva would do the same, but he had better things to do than soaking part of his clothing in spit, even if they handed up in the washer right after. He was past the point where that was necessary. He had other options now.

Stains were an annoyance anyway. If everything would go as he wanted and if he didn't need to steer people one way or the other, if he wasn't dependant on these people acting as he made them, he wouldn't even bother to think about reasons not to remove stains.

He preferred clean clothing with no hint of inability to keep it clean.

Sighing, the teen looked up from the stain and around the hallway to locate the nearest bathroom.

It would suck to wear a wet shirt, but it would only be the sleeve and he wouldn't even need to get the whole sleeve wet.

And in the end, he couldn't afford stains on the uniform. He didn't want them there either.

#weak tober 2023 #weak hero #na baekjin #donald na #fanfic

[na-baekjin-love]

Weak-Tober 2023: 07 Death

That woman was driving an expensive car. Baekjin had seen her arrive that day and had wondered.

These cars always looked slightly strange to him. Why do you get a sports car to drive fast, when you weren't even allowed to drive fast inside the city? Why spend so much money on something you couldn't even fully take use off?

She shouldn't have any reason to return again after that last 'talk' he had overheard of her complaining that her son wasn't first. Despite that, he saw the expensive car pulling into the parking lot and she wasn't getting out either. A few moments later heard the bell ring, announcing the end of the current class. 

Glancing outside while copying the papers in the teachers lounge, he saw Heo Seungjae walk up to the car and get in. It made sense that she was collecting her child. His own mother had never managed to do it, due to working before being admitted to the hospital, but that woman wasn't the only parent doing that.

The plan didn't take route until after his classmate had his minions beat him. It was a strange plan, a random thought taking hold and expanding itself into something more… concrete.

No on would take his side, if he fought back, he knew that. It wouldn't solve anything and so violence wasn't the answer. But what if it wasn't violence? What if it was something else and he just… didn't get caught?

It didn't even take long to prepare. There was always something breaking at the school and needing to be thrown out. The sharp edged metal pieces of some broken table were easy enough to move around slightly. They weren't big or very visible despite being kinda shiny.

And that woman was always parking badly and backing out in a way that it hit the curb of the sidewalk parting the parking lot from the school building. It was pretty easy to just put a few pieces into the area she tended to run over while pulling out of the parking lot. Especially, as he could pretty much foresee into which one she would pull, depending on which one was free.

Baekjin was going to watch it, but not from closeby. He wanted to avoid being caught after all, so he made sure to delay the daily copying of the papers for the next day to the time slot after class ended.

The car was already in the parking slot he had predicted and it was just in time to see the other boy climb in.

He couldn't have predicted it any better. The car pulled out with the familiar speed and angle-straight over the metal shards and onto the curb. The blonde couldn't hear the sound the car made, but he could see it jerk to a halt and at least the back tire he could see, was deflated.

Unable to resist his curiosity, he put his work down and stepped to the window, slightly opening it. The vehicle made a screeching sound of metal scratching over stone as the back bumper laying on the curb due to the broken tire pulled free. The car shot forward, way faster than he had ever seen a car go- he looked away before it made contact.

The screeching of the tires came in through the open window, as did the sound of breaking glass, but not much else, not even screams. 

When the blonde dared to look again, the car was… well, broken. And crunched up against one of the trees lining the parking lot. Teacher Jung, who had been most likely been walking to his own car, had been thrown aside be the impact, despite that woman having clearly tried to dodge him.

Not even a moment later people were running towards the scene.

Baekjin wasn't sure for how long he was watching the whole thing, but at some point another teacher came in, saw him and told him to go home.

When he arrived to school the next day, it was another teacher stepping into the classroom, announcing themselves as the substitute to teacher Jung and telling them that the accident yesterday had killed all the people involved.

There was guilt churning in his stomach. There was guilt for days. But there was no one approaching him about anything, no one talking to him-and no one harassing him either.

The voice of guilt was soon very quiet and when the substitute sat him down after the retest to tell him that his mother was dead as well, dead for days at this point and that there had been a note about it in teachers Jung's notes… The voice went away and didn't come back.

#weak hero #na baekjin #donald na #fanfic #weak tober 2023

[na-baekjin-love]

Weak-Tober 2023: 05 Lost Soul

Sometimes, when there was no problem to solve left, no issue to work on, no task around that needed to be done, Baekjin sometimes wondered, how his life would be, if he hadn't snapped, back in elementary school. If he had stayed in the him assigned lane and quietly taken everything thrown his way.

He sometimes saw people like that, people who never rose up, wandering through life without goal, without ambition, grounded down into the roles society had assigned to them, jumping from job to job to make do, if even that. The blonde hated these lost souls, how they just floated through their lives, resigned to their fates.

Sometimes he wondered, if he could have been one of them.

He hated feeling like that and the implications it left him with.

Na Baekjin wasn't one of them, one of the existences that had given up and were happy about scraps thrown their way, unable to get more out of their lives than what they could claw up from trash cans and pathetic jobs paying less in three months than what he could earn in a week.

There was more to live and he had managed to get it. There was more than just wandering the streets, no matter the weather and eating whatever was given, no matter of it was fresh or mouldy.

But the fear was there. In quiet moments it clawed at his mind, at his vision, at his dreams and his plans for the future, showing the empty room of his mother's funeral, the torn apart apartment his stepfather had left behind and the realisation that he was alone and no one that had the responsibility to care for him, cared enough to do so.

He had slipped through the cracks of the system intentionally afterward and had no wish to enter the system more than necessary.

Rejoining the official system would have people look at what he had know and he knew people and their greed, especially when they were in positions to take things away from people that they thought didn't deserve them.

Na Baekjin refused to give up what he had worked for, illegal work or not. It was his, he had worked for it and he refused to just let others take it away.

He refused to go back to the days of starving and freezing and fearing and wondering.

Pain was a constant. Pain was always there to some degree and he could deal with pain, be it taking or giving.

He may have been a lost soul as a small child, wandering the world, living by the directions others gave him, aware that pride was a luxury he couldn't afford.

But that had changed. He was different. The lost soul had found itself in rage caused by other people's greed and he was not losing himself again. He refused to.

#weak hero #na baekjin #donald na #weak tober 2023 #fanfic

[na-baekjin-love]

Weak-Tober 2023: 04 Teeth/Fangs

Humans were told to smile to seem trustworthy and friendly, but even then it was a fine line between smiling and showing teeth. And between looking friendly and looking creepy.

Baring teeth, one of the most basic weapons among the animals, was a warning. A threat. Sharp weapons set into the jaw, muscles poised to drive them deep into whatever was caught between them.

It did differ between herbivores, carnivores and omnivores, not all animals had fangs after all, but it was a rather universal sign amongst beings not human. It was a threat of biting of violence.

It left Baekjin wondering, how humans had gone from taking it as a threat to having it indicate friendliness. Babies smiled on instinct, but babies also didn't have teeth yet, a rather curious happenstance, but it didn't explain anything.

Not smiling was deemed suspicious, smiling wrong was deemed suspicious and even smiling at the wrong time could have people look at you with mistrust.

Mostly, Baekjin didn't feel like smiling. There were times, where he felt like it if only to play with whoever he was talking to. Sure, there were times when he was relaxed and in a good mood and he smiled on these occasions, but it definitely wasn't his default.

He was thankful though that taking care of his teeth was one of the few things his mother had always made sure he could and his stepfather hadn't complained or at least not cared about. It made things much easier to not need to worry about showing a gap in his teeth. Even so he took care to not smoke too much. Discoloured teeth could be just as sabotaging in a smile, as showing no teeth at all. Looking back, he was still relieved he hadn't lost any to his stepfather.

Teeth were ridiculously hard to repair properly anyway, science was still not able to properly replace damaged enamel in a way that it fully reversed damage done to teeth.

Not that his business smile involved showing teeth, but it was still one issue less, also helped by having had the luck of not needing braces at any given time. They took a long time to be effective and he was happy not needing to put something in each night while sleeping to make sure the teeth stayed as they were supposed to.

Generally, he had been lucky with his physical features, looking reasonably attractive, which always helped with business somewhat and not having any permanent damage from his childhood, as far as he knew, and having good teeth was also one of the things adding to the physical attractiveness.

As it was, as long as he took good care of them, he doubted any problems would turn up and he was quite happy with that.

#weak hero #na baekjin #donald na #fanfic #weak tober 2023

[na-baekjin-love]

Guess what I am attempting to do this month. :)

#weak hero #na baekjin #donald na #link #fanfic #weak-tober 2023

[priestessofcreation]

OC-tober: Ava Kumar/Prince

October 1, 2023

Ava is a fine arts undergrad who loves people, loves the world, and has the biggest heart you’ll ever know. As a result, she has immense abandonment issues. But her heart is passion incarnate, a duality of empathy and anger. She is a lover and a warrior. And all she wants to do is paint, damn it!

Full name: Avani Sharon Prince

Age: 22

Species: Human

Gender: Female/Gender-fluid

DOB: April 16

Birthplace: Milwaukee, WI

Race: Biracial - Irish-Indian (South Asian)

Sexuality: Pansexual and polyamorous

Height: 5’7

Personality: Passionate in every sense of the word. She is highly empathetic, but has quite the temper. She is a lover - emotionally and sexually. Because of her emotional nature, art is her greatest passion in life. But she will punch you in the face. Don’t cross her.

Mental Health: Bipolar disorder, mid-ish impulsivity, and some diagnosis born of the intense abandonment she has experienced throughout her life (that she will heal in time)

Crush/Lover/Etc: Ava is a lover, so she has been with a lot of people and sexual expression is very important with her. She has also experienced unrequited love. However, she can commit when she wants to. Ava pretty much has a crush on everybody. Kevin, Lily… but she has a long-term relationship with a craftsman named Jackson who on the surface is the total opposite of her extrovertive and passionate personality. But the sex… my god.

‘Verse: MINE

Likes: ART, intimacy, anthropology, culture, partying, anime, Eren Jaeger, and adventure

Dislikes: Betrayal, flightiness, acridness, and close-mindedness, and people who do not understand that art is subjective (that one professor who told her that there is hierarchal quality to art and that he is well within his right to rip into the students who hang on his every word)

Strengths: Her absolute fucking loyalty and love to those she trusts and cares for. Her courage. Her empathy.

Weaknesses: Too trusting, cares too much about other peoples’ opinions, when angered - does not forgive easily, when angered - will reign hell

Goals: To find her chosen family and get the career of her dreams

Occupation: Visual artist/tattoo artist/bartender

Pet: German shepherd named Marcus

Backstory: Ava had a really complicated and fucked up childhood where her primary caretakers all ran through cycles of being there for her and then leaving her. Only to come back. Though to an 8-year-old, it just felt like she couldn’t rely on anyone. Ava has a life-long of art and culture. She built her life around it. Her young life was difficult and despite her usual optimism, she did attempt to leave this world once. That said, her passionate and courageous led to the healing of both herself and her relationship with her father. She has always been drawn to people who understand the pain of not being appreciated for who you are. As a result, she has endured a lot of relational heartache (family, friends, and lovers). Which is ironic, because her connections are everything to her. Ava is bursting forth with love, passion, and creativity and she is the biggest, brightest soul you will ever know.

If you cannot handle her, then don’t come forward. Because you will break her heart.

THIS IS MINE. PLEASE DO NOT RE-POST. DO NOT CLAIM AS YOUR OWN.

#creative challenge #DO NOT REPOST #mine #my oc #Ava #writing #my writing #oc-tober #tamasori saga #dreamer-goddess

[priestessofcreation]

OC-tober: Nayati (Not much on him, he is a baby, he was created this year)

October 17, 2023

Nayati in this case is the very dangerous revolutionary who has traveled the world, mostly because he must remain in a semi-isolated existence because he can’t be with people and he is meant for an existence with the sea. His difficult childhood combined with this diagnosis of schizophrenia has made it difficult for him to connect with anyone. When his found family finds, the connection her forges with them comes with their patience in helping him ground himself into stability and allowing a support system to come in.

Name: Nayati he has a middle and last name I swear I forget what it is I’m at work sorry

Species: Human - kushtaka otherkin

Gender: Male, but like… he may not want to be defined, tbh.

Race: Indigenous person of America - Navajo

Sexuality: “Pansexual” but again, he doesn’t want to define it

Height: 5’9

Personality: Nayati, when he is balanced, is very adventurous, openminded, wise, and really outgoing. He is worldly. He is constantly expanding - spiritually, physically, creatively. He is passionate about his culture, cinema, and exploring as much as he can. He is a bit of a thrill seeker. However, when he is unbalanced, Nayati is very isolated because he feels he can’t control himself around other people. He feels misunderstood and ultimately, he can only find a way to be himself near water, in isolation, or when he is watching movies. What he needs are people who understand him. What he has are people who are basically shooting in the dark on what they think is “wrong” with him. As a result, he is very withdrawn and distant.

Mental health: Nayati is a diagnosed schizophrenic, though his situation is far bigger and more nuanced than just that

Crush/Lover/Etc.: Never had the chance to explore

‘Verse: MINE

Likes: Cinema, the sea - not much else

Dislikes: People, his own mind

Strengths: Nayati is incredibly resilient. He is worldly, openminded, adventurous, and can pick up on other languages really well.

Weaknesses: Due to his mental illness, Nayati cannot hold connections with other people, leaving him always alone unless he has the sea to calm his soul

Goals: Nayati doesn't share his goals with anyone because he is convinced that there is no way they can happen. Too much stands in the way. Seeing the world, becoming a director, having his own inner circle of friends and family just can't happen. Connecting with the spirits will never happen.

Pet: No pets... yet

Backstory: Nayati comes from a happy, big, spiritually open family. There is no childhood reason to explain why he is so fucked up. Everything that is wrong with his life come from within him. He has voices, he has anxiety, he has perpetual avoidant tendencies where he spends all his time alone. His entire family loves him, but they set him off because he is like a livewire. He's too sensitive and nobody knows how to handle him, including himself. And his mother tried her best with him, but her duties caused her to not be around enough for his needs.

Nayati was diagnosed with schizophrenia from a young age. He has a vast, violent inner world of conflicting ideals and voices all telling him to do all these things. Not all of them are violent, but many of them have rage he can't control. Rage that becomes him as he gets older.

Because Nayati struggled with all this pain as a kid, he never really had a childhood. He only ever gained reprieve in water. Near water. In the shower, in the lake, in storms, and eventually when he runs away from home to become a sailor.

It's so overwhelming that it is easy to believe that it is his true personality. It is easy to miss that he is actually an incredibly worldly man who wants to travel the world, become a creator of his own films, and take on the shamanistic duties his mother carries. He has the capacity to be and do so much just by himself. But he carries this great, violent force inside of him that will eventually take over.

No matter how far he runs.

#oc-tober #dreamer-goddess #writing #my writing #my oc

[priestessofcreation]

OC-tober: Kaylyn Rayne

October 9, 2023

Kaylyn is the older (by 1 minute) twin sister of Liliana. She is a hard-working angel who succeeded at the demands set upon her from a young age. She specializes in diplomacy and after the fall of her brother and sister, she is being primed as Michael’s understudy. She is a powerful queen, warrior, and diplomat who will be one of the leaders of Heaven’s descent to Earth.

Name: Kaylyn Oya Rayne

Age: 21

Species: Angel

Gender: Female

DOB: February 18

Birthplace: Heaven

Race: Black - She would be Yoruban.

Sexuality: “Hetero” but she has never given herself a chance to explore it

Height: 5’2.5

Personality: Kaylyn is a leader, through and through. She has the sense of the bigger picture like her father, and she can strategize quite well on a political and diplomatic level. She is regal, charismatic, powerful, and to many she has a heart of stone. But it really does come down to the fact that as a queen, visionary, and mother, ruling is her purpose in life. Her regality is her life - but her problem is that she holds everybody else to those standards. She must make an extra effort to breathe and listen to other ways of living. It will help her be a better queen.

Mental health: Unprocessed trauma, PTSD

Crush/Lover/Etc.: Kaylyn does not have a major lover as of present. She had a man named Alexandre, but that was the most horrible experience of her life. Kaylyn needs somebody, though. Somebody she can be weak and human with.

‘Verse: MINE

Likes: Dance, combat, the ballet, the opera, children, diplomatic talks, true friends

Dislikes: Laziness, lies, manipulations, and humanity at large

Strengths: Calm in a crisis, strategic, balance of compassion and courage, very social, very maternal

Weaknesses: Judgmental, projective, hard as stone, mean girl attitude, smothering, willfully ignorant

Goals: Initially, to serve her duty to Heaven and eventually replace Michael. But after coming to earth? We’ll see.

Pet: No pet… but a Robin she tends to on top of her dance studio. She named it René.

Backstory: Heaven came easy to Kaylyn. She valued family like her brother and in her youth, Lily was her best friend. They both knew who they were from a young age:

The Queen and The Dreamer

Kaylyn wanted to rule. She started studying diplomacy and strategy from a young age and she excelled at it. She got along well with her peers. She was the best at keeping up with her father. She did so well that she was one of the first to go on-mission on Earth.

She came in the form of an 18-year-old woman (she was angelically 14) to 1920s France. She joined a dance company and it was the most beautiful experience of her life. Dance was a hidden passion she only ever showed to Lily, but here, it was like breathing pure happiness. She was good, but not the best. And yet the leader of her troop - Alexandre - loved her the most. He brought her out to dinner without the other dancers, he talked to her late into the night. Eventually, he took her virginity.

But within a couple months, his dance company went belly-up and bankrupt. Alexandre, apparently, had made a lot of people angry to the point where he was going to throw himself off a bridge. Kaylyn tried to stop him, to tell him she was with child, but she couldn’t stop him. He died and the stress of the trauma caused her to have a miscarriage.

She returned to Heaven without finishing her mission. The only one who knew what happened was her father. Kaylyn, after this, turned her focus completely on Heaven. She finished her schooling. She accomplished all she had to do.

She inadvertently pushed away her sister, while also projecting her unprocessed trauma onto Lily because she didn’t want her sister to end up in the same place she did. “With your sensitivity, you will die down there.”

And more stuff like that.

She lost her best friend because of it. The sisters were strangers by the time Lily (a good amount of time later) went on her mission. And she never returned.

This hit Kaylyn harder than she wanted to admit, because her brother has fallen too for undisclosed reasons. She was, effectively, the last child of Michael. But that only pushed her to work harder. She and her brethren had to,

Soon, they would all be coming to Earth.

#oc-tober #my oc #writing #creative challenge #dreamer-goddess #tw miscarriage