A Tiny Bit Crooked

Writing and things like that

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I’m a little bit obsessed with these magical girl -esque weapons I saw on Mandarake. They’re sold, and I can’t seem to find the brand “Rameb” they’re listed as being from.. but I needed to save and share!

Links to listings: White Morningstar / Pink Morningstar  Nailed Bat / Studded Bat

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Item: in the name of the moon I’ll beat you to a bloody fucking pulp

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JUST A DAY IN THE ENCHANTED FOREST

"Harolda! Stop chomping on that dandelion and get over here!"

A lazy tail whipped back and forth, the rotund body it was attached to taking an entire eternity before Harolda's face finally reached Daisy.

She snorted toward an especially juicy looking patch of strawberries.

"Harolda! That strawberry patch looks a little weird doesn't it?"

"Mmmm..yeah, it does..." Harolda, in fact, did not see the weirdness of the strawberries...

...And Harolda daintily took an especially pretty strawberry off the patch and ate it.

"Oh! These are super tasty!"

As soon as Harolda ate the strawberry, a soft *P O O F* sound seemed to come from the cow, just before a thick pink cloud erupted from seemingly nowhere, blocking out sight of the 350 lb heffer.

When the smoke cleared, a short, plump, middle aged woman stood in Harolda's place.

"Moo, Ma-moo moo."

Translation of Daisy's moo: "Okay, like..I love this and I might try this too."

She also took a bite out of a strawberry and *P O O F!* Turned into another plump middle aged woman.

"Oh, dear! We're humans!"

"Nice."

"Do you think anyone will still call tonight?"

"I hope not, imagine having to explain we're not cows anymore!"

"Hahahhaa, imagine!"

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Ainsel Cinderfoot "Little Red One"

The courts are forever fighting for power. Although the seasons come and go every year, Winter and Summer courts' power waning and waxing as the autumnal circle repeats every year on the mortal realm, they fight as if one will one day over power the other and cause either everlasting tundra or an infinity of scalding summer.

Sometimes though, they do try to make a little peace. Although this is also something that will never stay for long..if at all.

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::The End of The Red One::

Only because she knew that she was the one for the job. Only because Queen Tuana was her long time friend and sister had she accepted this task of becoming the Winter Court Ambassador for her. The unofficial title was 'spy.' Tuana had made her promise that she return alive as well, blessing her with more than a few kisses before letting her most powerful guard and best friend go.

Ainsel still felt the warmth of her Queen's lips upon her forehead, cheeks, and lips. She remained stoic as she entered the Maeve's court.

Maeve sneered down at the younger fey who's infamous red cloak billowed softly out behind her. Although the action wasn't anything the Summer Fey was doing on purpose, it still angered the Queen. How dare she come in here with such confidence. Standing as if she were not a little baby fawn in a lions den.

"I, The Little Red One of Summer Court, come as Ambassador in the peacetreaty." The diminutive little fey made the smallest, slightest, bow..eyes still cast up to Queen Maeve. Of course everyone in the fey realm had a title...or multiple titles. Names held magic here. To know a name meant to hold control. Ainsel held her name closely.

Maeve sat on her thrown as the new Summer Fey barely bowed to her and announced herself. She already hated her and with agonizingly slow grace she stood. Her shoes and the soft drag of her dress made the only sound across the great room as she made her way down the steps toward Ainsel.

"Ah, So my dear sister decided to give up her precious Little Red.." As she approached, a finger tipped with a threateningly long nail gently raised to meet Ainsel's chin. "...Not as threatening as I'd imagined.." Maeve lowered her eyes to her.

Ainsel glared at her. She had brought her weapons, but she was abiding by her Queen's orders. She stood docile, but radiated firey hatred.

Still staring down at Ainsel, a slow smile slid across the Winter Queen's mouth as she spoke.

"Take the cloak. And the weapons."

Two guards came and stripped her of the two things dearest to her..and she let them.

"Don't worry. You will have them returned before you leave this place...." The Queen cackled loudly and turned arpund to head back to her seat, a hand waved carelessly for someone to take Ainsel away.

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...The next time she saw her cloak and weapons, they were thrown at her. Her hands wrapped around them as her eyes closed...

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Random question for you peeps: if you could step into any of the pictures you've made for this, like just enjoy the scenery and atmosphere or whatever, which of them would each of you pick?

Oo, that’s a great question! Here’s what we’ve all said (btw, there are actually five of us in our system, so I’ll share a bit about each of us too). 

It’s Arien here, and I vibe with the Sun the most…but I think the scenery I’d want to jump into would be Judgment! I LOVE the ocean and sunset.

Bael (the other artist working with me on this project, who mostly does the sketches) says he’d most like to jump into The Fool. He tends to love cliff edges haha. 

Sion (a very intelligent alter, very close to Bael, a bit colder in terms of personality) says he likes The Hermit the most, that would be the most peaceful for him to go into. 

Little A (a child alter, age 5, sweet and silly) says he wants to be in a big sunflower field like…you guessed it, The Sun! :D 

Ava (a little funny, but a super sweet alter. They’re more feminine and they’re also mute) expresses they’d most like to be in the scene of The High Priestess. 

Hope you enjoyed all our answers! Feel free to ask any more questions (that goes for anyone who sees this!)

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The Hermit! <3 I love these and I need them OMG

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Rayha The Virika Fae

I have a new character. She was inspired by the now dead Breadcrumbs RP on here that I was in. She is an Unseelie Fae that is on the mortal realm. The Virika are a type of fae that feasts on the dead. They wait in swarms near the dying until it is time. It is said that they have bloodstained teeth. I took all of this to really truly mean that the Virika fae are the ones responsible for the decomposing of the human body once the soul is gone. Rayha can be summoned by humans many different ways. She has no choice but to answer the magical call though. It acts like a thread, pulling her tighter and harder until she is forced to appear before the summoner and hear the wish. 

The wish is always the same.. Please keep my loved one’s body warm and porcelain until I find their soul and bring it back!

..And if you have the right offering, she will oblige for a bit of time.

Rayha can be bribed with sweets. Any and all sweets.   She does not appear in any group, always alone. She is of average (only slightly shorter) than average human female height. She may have some fae clothing, but she prefers to wear whatever she wants and has been known to show up to a summons in her underwear and a large t-shirt. She smokes cigarettes. 

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((Yo, Ti here with another OC. Can you kindly reblog (preferred) or like if you’d be interested in RPing with a demon succubus who dislikes sex and is awkward when socializing?

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Tansy Diary Entry 2

First time out of the village. First time seeing a city. Attending a meeting of some importance with the tribe’s Chief, Jin.                [ Added music for some vibe!]

The smell of smoldering wood and leaves wrapped her in a loving embrace as she lay by the fireside. Sleep wasn't going to be easy tonight. The excitement of going to the party was just too much. She could see Jin was having a nightmare. It was the spirits that haunted him again. One day she would help him chase them all away. At the sight of him waking she almost jumped out of her skin, her eyes scrunched up in an obvious ruse. Then she heard him kick the fire out and order everyone 'move out.' There was the smell of a storm in the air now. She mounted her affectionate, rose grey, Arabian."Come on, Milky." She patted it on the side. Several burly persons surrounded her as they continued on. <-----------------------------------------------------------------------& As their caravan entered the dead city she peered around in awe. There were bones. Huge bones in the city. They stood like husks and emitted an eerie maleficent aura. This was a place where evil spirits wandered. She knew it. As a sign of protection for her and for the people traveling with her she performed a warding. Tansy took one of the pair of decorative pins from her hair and stuck her arm with it. She watched as blood swelled up to the surface. The precious life-giving warmth was picked up by her fingertip where she smeared it on her cheek and let it blend with her face paint. She stuck the bloodied pin back in her hair and stared straight forward while whispering a protective ritual. It was a spirit song. Tansy was not even aware of the soldiers passing as they inspected the cargo. One soldier spotted her in the moment and was taken aback. The look was one of disgust. He was looking at some woman who was barbaric and uncivilized. Meanwhile, Tansy did not care or was unaware of his eyes on her. After finishing her psychopomp to the belated spirits she came back to the dreary scene and for a moment appeared like she may have been a respectable high class citizen. It may have helped that she used her friend's god-like makeup skills to give herself a very regal face. Red face paint lined her forehead and cheeks (which now dribbled a little with blood) and were highlighted by white. She had even painted her lips red. Harlot would be proud of her skills today, especially given that she did it in a rickety wagon. Ahh...That thought brought the stoic facade to an end as she giggled silently thinking of her friend.. <-----------------------------------------------------------------------& As Tansy neared the entrance to the party she could see more people. There were so many in there.. In one of these bone husks.. And then she was inside.. ..And it was magnificent. Wasteful probably, but magnificent nonetheless! She had never seen anything like this before. Her mouth slightly agape, she was ushered in by the throng of tribesmen that pushed her through. Of course it was difficult to see around the tall figures that surrounded her. With her petite frame she was practically standing on tiptoe to see anything. She probably would have stood out in the crowd of Bone-Collectors if she weren't drowned by all their hugeness; with her woolen and fur trimmed red cape and her blue dress embroidered with whatever Tansy could imagine she looked pretty lively compared to some of them. Around her neck she wore a necklace of bones, a treasured piece of hers, that and the blood on her face (and maybe in her hair now) was the indication that she was not of this world of grandeur. Tansy followed the procession to their seats and began to look around curiously at everyone as a very beautiful lady began to speak to aloud. There was a man with hair the color of her own and decked out in the most extravagant clothes she'd ever seen a man wear in her life. He was surrounded by several beautiful women in equally extravagant dresses. How could they do anything in those outfits? They weren't fit for anything practical! They looked like a bunch of birds!...birds... Hmm that black one. It reminded her of a dream she'd had. ..And like that the brewing storm began to fill her gut just as it had when it entered her dreams the other night. The speaker finished her speech and left Tansy staring at the group, hands on her bony necklace.

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More Info on Ren

Ren Li

Age: 22

Scavenger

“Heckin’ Good Boy.”

Ren Li has always been an explorer, a dreamer, and just a happy-go-lucky sort of guy. He rolls with the punches and lives a lifestyle that calls for immense flexibility and adaptation. 

When Ren was 18 his younger sister passed away from her mutation. He was distraught and hurt and took to the wastes to find solace. 

Years have passed and he still finds comfort in the open skies and dangerous landscape of the wastelands. He keeps a red ribbon that once belonged to his sister tied into his long hair.

Ren doesn’t even take note of politics or the exploitation of corporations. He’d much rather just be as far from it as he can, scaling some crumbling wall to find a trinket or two or staring glassy-eyed at the stars with the breeze in his hair.

When he does go into a city to sell what he’s scavenged he usually goes for business and stays for the more passionate comforts that one can find.

He isn’t one for finding a lover in a nightclub where people find company whores to have a hazy one night stand with; instead, he opts for a more old fashioned style so that he can remember the fiery passion for a while. Still, he’s not a committed man and he’d like to keep it that way. It’s just a creature comfort he likes to indulge in when he isn’t stuck in the solitude of the wastes.

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Ren Diary Entry 1

A look into Ren’s past: letting go and moving on.

(I created and wrote these while my grandpa died at my side. So I guess that explains the reason why there’s death for the OCs. I also didn’t think about how they both have a connection with the color red. I’m just gunna roll with it. c:  )

Somewhere in the distance his sister was being buried..or whatever they did; Ren didn't know and he didn't want to stay there to find out. He wanted to remember his darling sis just as she was and not as some cold stiff shell.

 His hands gripped a satin red ribbon tightly, teeth clenched in a grimace as the young man used the back of the same hand to wipe away stray tears. No! He'd wouldn't cry! He was tough and had to stay tough for his sister and their family! 

"Raaagghh!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, expelling all his anguish in one go and if there was any left he was going to bury it deep down. He stood in the sand and rubble of the wastes and tied the ribbon into his shoulder length hair. 

There it would stay so that his sister could always be with him and see everything she always wanted to. 

 The wastes were calling and he gladly let the darkness of twilight swallow him as he ventured out. The coming darkness hid his tear stained and muddy face. The pack on his back heavy but full of everything he needed to survive from a bedroll to some dried jerky and cleanish water. He'd be good for at least a week before he needed to head home again to refuel.

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Tansy Diary Entry 1

A look into Tansy’s past: the burial of the previous shaman.

She stood across from the towering Tsar. Between them lay the vessel that had held her sister. She looked so peaceful. Almost like she were sleeping..

 ..Except she wasn't asleep. She was no longer here in the same realm as her. Tansy's sister was among the spirits now. 

She knew she shouldn't be sad about this, after all the husk so solemnly decorated before her meant that her sister was closer than ever. 

 Around Tansy’s neck hung a necklace of finger bones. Most of them were age worn, but one in the center was white and new like snow. She held onto the finger that used to be her sister's as if it might grant her a wish if she tried hard enough. 

 As Huojin, the Tsar, held open the door, she shifted to follow them out. Thoughts of the woman, now gone from this world, holding Tansy's hand as she went through some of the Shamanic lessons flashed through her memory. Reassurances and praises. The kindest and most loving person Tansy had ever known. And the wisest. 

She heaved the biggest sigh of her life thinking of the shoes she had to fill now that she was the new shaman. Her eyes peered up at the Tsar then, seeing him staring at her also. What was he thinking as he scooped up his dear friend, as he held her dead sister? How could she help him the same way her sister once had? Would she be just as good as her sister? Would her sister be proud of the things she did for the Tsar and his people?  A flush came across her cheeks and she took a moment to wipe some stray tears away with the back of her hand before stepping through the doorway and out into the snowy night. 

From now on she would be tough for everyone. She would carry her sister with her to help make her stronger. She wouldn't let anyone down. Her head was a mass of silver and dyed red feathers.  A smear of blood ran across her forehead and crimson eyes sparkling with freshly wept tears peered out. Her long feather and bone decorated dress swept the snowy ground as she followed him silently. She watched as her sister's hand swung by his side.

The dead would be placed on the pyre. They would hold a ritual and then celebrate the rest of the night to help the deceased spirit move along to its rightful place.

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Ren Mood Board

It's Tha Wastes Baby by sweetplush featuring Funko