"Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man, 'We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave'"
Hotel California, Eagles
{Part II: When We Came and Went, Chapter 10: Claimed}
WC: 3859
CW: vision loss, violence, sexual content, blood, alcohol use
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East as east could be before Wixla By the Sea and the jewel in her Emperor’s coronet, Marva-Vehx. Jewel not because it was beautiful, indeed what beauty could be found at the bottom of trench after trench? The land here was cut with them, as though Kava herself scarred the earth just to remind her people she could. No, beautiful then, because each crevice represented oh so many ways the enemy could lose sight of the Emperor and his men. Might they collapse into the folds of a rippling mirage? Perhaps fall with the sun over the horizon? Together they’d shift, grains of sand over sand, sweeping and diving into the terrain they called home, the souls of their brothers and fathers clutched between their teeth.
A quiet shifting, a whisper, announced the soldiers as they marched about camp. Words were only exchanged at first light, and even then only in the softest of voices, as squadron leaders gave the day’s orders to their men. A testament to the careful way they emulated Kava’s creation. But their mimicry began and ended with their silence.
This tag is so cute omg, thanks to @outpost51 for tagging me here!
How-to: Rate your OCs based on how they handle cuddling/being cuddled.
I'm gonna do this for the main cast of AASOAF and also M.O.W and will be using a scale of 0 (DO NOT CUDDLE) to 10 (some kind of marshmallow).
Mariel - 10/10
She's a lil shy but she's a cuddler for sure! And don't be fooled, while she is a small bean, she will absolutely play big spoon and she will prepare a whole blanket nest, complete with comfy pillows, snacks and warm drinks for a proper cuddle session, esp if you're feeling down 🥺
Axtapor - 7/10
He's not bad at cuddling per se but he will almost always end up wanting more. Bring a spray bottle and a rolled up newspaper to keep him in check lol.
Fay - 0/10
Lets face it, if you're close enough to cuddle, and you attempt it, you can kiss your existence goodbye. Even Wilkes and her parents can count on one hand the number of times she's cuddled with them.
Wilkes - 6/10
This man is a giver for sure and has cuddly tendencies but you gotta cross a minefield to get there first and even then he's probably not completely relaxed because he'd be concerned about crushing you.
Hartim - 6/10
He gives it an honest shot but as a giant snake, cuddling is just a little too close to strangling his dinner so. Proceed with caution lol.
Lexlar - 10/10
A gentle giant if there ever was one. This guy is very friendly and would probably think he hurt your feelings if you didn't want to cuddle with him.
Rules: Post the first and most recent/ last line of dialogue from a couple OCs
We'll do this for both M.O.W and AASOAF! The first lines for AASOAF will come from AASOAF 1, the last from the latest part of AASOAF 3 I've edited. For M.O.W, they'll come from the first and last chapters posted.
Mariel
First: “Samuel, Samuel!”
Last: “Is he…? Alive?”
Axtapor
First: “Up. They be impatient for ye to pop open that there safe.”
Last: “She been my intended.”
Fay
First: “I will admit, I never like it when you appear.”
Last: “You won’t find me anywhere.”
Wilkes
First: “Hello.” (I'm crying hahaha I think this is the only line he has in all of AASOAF 1 🤣)
Last: “That’s not part of the plan.”
Magdalene
First: “Thou needs be Mother Frère.”
Last: "Thou, in the company of these, wrought the wheel’s turn. The fury. Whispers in tall grass speak, The Pale Kings sit not idle, if thy should seek the company of villains, all must follow thee and vacate places and victuals for innocents seeking refuge. It is the only way to preserve.”
Sartor
First: “Charméd."
Last: “Accompany Mother Frère to the surgery ante preparé for ouré departure.”
Hartim (Eiph'ck)
First: “Do you recall the first time we met?”
Last: “Are you sure?”
Lexlar (Quye'ck)
First: “Why? Are you worried I’d forget you, Eiph’ck?”
Last: “I’m not a boy.”
Tagging (gently): @tabswrites @sarahlizziewrites @kaylinalexanderbooks @acertainmoshke and anyone else who wants to play!
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Hantaph had a strange profile. There were no great walls or gates, instead, its people lived in their wood-woven homes, scattered between the thick trunks and the thin, as though they were part of the Heartland’s verdant undergrowth. The only indication of the settlement’s beginning and end were the Watchmen of the Hantaphian Reserves, robed in their sacred earthen-colored habit and placed at intervals upon its invisible border. They faced ever outward, their eyes and all their senses keen for anything on the horizon, and were so still, they might be mistaken for trees, grown in the form of man.
In his younger days, Quye’ck could only reason them as living statues, lying in wait for the blink of darkness which came as the day shut its weary eyes and was replaced by man’s poor, orange rendering of a star field. Only then could they stretch their limbs and mouths—the objects which they used to Consume—sight unseen. Then, as the dark and firelight’s glow intensified, their silhouettes elongated, their yevlla-thick arms took on the shape and shade of the real thing, and their faces disappeared, becoming plain tree bark. Someone, in the right light and in the wrong frame of mind, might swear the ordinary trees before them had just been men. Another might laugh at the notion of such an active imagination.
Happy Blorbo Blursday! Do you absentmindedly color code your OCs? Do those colors show up in the writing or only in the categories in your head?
--@oh-no-another-idea
Happy belated Blorbo Blursday, Cass!
Yep! Although they're really for me more than anything. They don't really show up anywhere in the story. If anything it would only be the complementary colors to the ones I associate with them just because I need ideas for what color and material their outfits should be.
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Gray mists shrouded the mornings, warm lamplight lit the nights, and the hours in between bathed themselves in shadows, spotted with diffused sunlight, pallidly shining through the clouds and trees. Heavy rains swept over the hilly, densely clustered terrain on most days, pelting the reaching trees and thick undergrowth—her gluttonous lovers. Framing their passionate cries were the rapacious calls of fauna. Shrieking birds, trilling insects, occasional heaves of large creatures, and the screaming of furry little things called chavya—-monkeys.
They, in particular, howled into the space as if it were their own private theater. And they fought often. Dozens and dozens of those interposing voices echoed between the trees, exhorting a most wicked violence from their chosen combatant. And on the rarest of occasions, momentary silence, introduced by the menacing roar of a jungle cat. Sometimes the quiet lasted just a few minutes, other times nearer an hour, as if this remote place, and all in it, held a collective breath, anxiously waiting for the danger to pass.
