Check out the OhDeerfully's Super Awesome Epic Evil Hazbin Hotel Club community on Discord - hang out with 109 other members and enjoy free
Hello gang I am once again promoting my discord! A lot of changes have been made, and I need a good post to link with all my writings, so...
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Check out the OhDeerfully's Super Awesome Epic Evil Hazbin Hotel Club community on Discord - hang out with 109 other members and enjoy free
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The Beginnings- An Original Fiction piece about my first Dungeons and Dragons Character
Hey guys! I'm an attention whore and I love Tom (this character) so badly that I'm going to post the fics I wrote about her on here. Not all at once. Maybe. Lol
I know it's not an x Reader, but if you're interested in it, then give it a read! I wanna post them somewhere where people might actually read them instead of just ao3.
Thoma Raelum was the town prankster, trying to make up for her elven half by making the town laugh. But when the wrong crowd gets her attention, Tom pays for it in the worst possible way.
Tagging: Angst, Death of a Parent, violence, minor friendly
Splash
“Watch it, kid.” An older man grumbled as he passed Tom. “You’ve already been causing enough trouble.
She snickered and waved it off. “It’s just puddles!” She shot back as she jumped in another puddle of water. Her bag of groceries was securely wrapped up to protect it from the rain. This harvest had been harder than most, and now that it was turning to winter, the effects were hitting hard for the farmers in her little town. Her father had been pulling a side job chopping down wood for Mister Aurweild and right now she had managed to snag a job at the inn.
She passed the little campsite where the mercenary group had been staying since she put spiders in their room. Tom couldn’t help another laugh. Who would have thought such ‘big strong men’ were afraid of a bunch of little spiders? She noticed kegs overturned and grinned. They must have found out she replaced their wine with juice. Maybe they would finally leave and stop making things so tense around here.
She was too lost in her rhythmic puddle-jumping to notice that the camp was totally empty, when usually at least one would stand guard.
The rest of the trip home was fine, though she had to stop jumping when she nearly slipped. The rain was coming down harder now. She bounced up the little path and opened the gate to the farm.
“Look who’s finally here.”
Tom stopped dead in her tracks and dropped the bag. She locked eyes with her father, who was being restrained by two of the mercenaries. The leader, a tall human man who was balding and had a nasty scar down his face, stood next to them laughing. The rest of the men, who were gathered in a semi-circle around the gate, laughed with him.
“Not so talkative now, are you, brat?” The merc said.
“Leave her out of this, I don’t know what you want, but she’s barely a woman.” Her father said, attempting to break free of their hold.
“Let him go!” She ran forward, pulling a small carving knife out of her pocket to attack the human man. One of his men grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her, nearly popping the bone out of place. She dropped the knife and cried out in pain before being kicked to the ground.
“She’s going to suffer.” He said striding forward and crouching in front of Tom as she started to push herself off of the ground. He grabbed her by her hair, now muddied by falling into the dirt. “Normally, I’m fine with pranking from kids. They’re kids, you know? I have some of my own, somewhere out there. But you’re just some stupid little half-thing who thinks it’s funny to mess with my shit.” He slammed her face into the ground, though it was too soft to break anything. “Make sure she watches. Then make sure she can’t follow.”
Tom thrashed and kicked as two men, a half orc and a tiefling grabbed her under the arms. “Let him go! He didn’t do anything! I’m sorry, just let him go, you can do whatever you want to me!!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the man pulled out his sword and examined it. The rain streaked down the metal, like the sword itself was crying.
“You raised an insolent little brat. Don’t see a woman around, either. A waste of a man you are.” He said. “But any kind of man needs last words.”
Her father ignored him, staring at Tom with something in his eyes. It looked prideful and loving. “I love you, little songbird.”
Then his gaze was broken as the sword was stabbed through his chest. Her father coughed up blood, slowly. He fell forward, landing in the mud with a horrible, resounding thud. She heard someone scream before she realized it was her.
The whole mercenary group waited until her father stopped breathing. Did they take joy in this? They killed an innocent man. Kill her instead, take her life instead!
The minute her father went still, she was kicked to the ground again. She looked up, sobbing and almost retching from the force of her cries while the leader walked up again, bloody sword in hand. Her fathers blood was oddly vibrant against the silver polished metal. He took the blade and tilted her chin up with it.
“You’re a monster.” She managed to get out her sentence before another round of sobbing and coughing.
“You’re pathetic. You can’t even get up to fight me. All you’re doing is crying like a child.” He sneered. “This is your first life lesson then, brat. Grow up, or people die.” He moved his sword enough to slice her cheek.
He gave some kind of command as he walked away, but Tom didn’t really hear him. She kept staring at the body lying mere feet in front of her. Seeing him unmoving hurt more than the first kick to her side, which knocked her on the ground.
Soon enough, physical pain won out, and she curled herself up to shield herself from the beating. They jeered at her, one even spitting. Eventually, one landed a kick in the right place in her stomach, causing her to throw up on their feet. They backed away, disgusted but still laughing. One kicked her in the face for good measure, still not strong enough to break a nose but enough to bloody her face.
It felt like hours before she managed to pull herself towards her father’s body. She pushed herself up to sit over him. She groaned in pain as she rolled him to lie on his back. Seeing his face only made her cry harder than before.
There was no life in his eyes, and he wasn’t smiling. He always tried to smile when he looked at her, she realized. Was he ever angry when he looked at her? He looked fake. That’s not him. This isn’t him. Maybe he was inside and this was fake, one of the mean kids in town came back from that magic school, maybe he was pulling a prank on her. He had to be inside and just didn’t realize she was out here. She cradled his face and tried to shake him. She got blood on her hands.
“Papa?” She whispered. “Wake up… I’m sorry. I won’t… I won’t pull pranks anymore. I’ll fix up the barn. Next harvest, I-I’ll wake up early, promise.” Tom shook him a bit harder. “Papa, please, I won’t be upset about mom anymore either. I won’t come home with bruises either.” She sobbed and held onto him, resting her forehead on his chest. “Please, please, I don’t want you to go. I need you.”
She didn’t move for hours, until Mister Aurweild came to pick up wood. He shouted for help as he pulled Tom away from the corpse, which had now gone cold. She fought as best as she could from being injured and out in the cold.
The next few weeks were a blur for her. The house was empty. People who never liked her visited, people who she never talked to came to check on her. It was fake. None of them cared.
None of them came to the funeral. She held the box of her father’s ashes as the priest said some last rites. She stood, dressed in a horrid ichy black dress Mister Aurweild let her borrow, on the banks of her father’s favorite stream. Someone, the innkeeper’s husband Tom thought, made a marker for him. His name and a red bird carved into a large stone to be placed near the water. It was sweet, she supposed. She hated it. She hated how pretty and careful it was. She hated the beautiful box she was gifted to hold his ashes in. She let the ashes into the wind and threw the box into the water. The priest left after saying his condolences.
Mister Aurweild visited after she released the ashes, saying he couldn’t make it to the stream with his old bones. She ignored the fact that he went fishing there every week. She just handed him the box her father kept hidden.
“What is this?” He asked. “It’s locked.”
“It’s stuff Papa kept of my mother. I… I’m selling everything else, but… he loved her so dearly. If I come back… keep it safe for me?” She asked. She was already dressed to leave the village to Iridis, where she heard they were going when they were still there a few months ago. With selling the farm, the house and most everything in it to some man who swore up and down she would have it back when she returned, she had plenty of money to buy armor, weapons and traveling gear. The only old thing was the ratty red cloak her dad used to travel in.
“Of course, Thoma.” He said. “For him, and for you. When you return, it will be here.”
“I…” She sighed, not planning on ever coming back. “Thank you, Mister Aurweild. For everything. I wouldn’t have moved if you didn’t find me.”
He nodded, somewhat awkwardly, and closed the door.
As she walked down the steps, a little songbird twittered and flapped its wings on his fence. She glared at it and shooed it away. It persisted for a bit before leaving.
And as Thoma Raelem walked away from the village she had called home for 19 years, she unknowingly stepped closer to a new one.
Welcome To Avengers: Reset. We are a brand new MCU-Based RP server with veteran role-players, and all are welcoming to newcomers. We are all LGBTQ-friendly, and minor friendly, with lots of staff opportunities, should you prove you deserve it. OCc are very welcome, with the opportunity for your character's own subplot, arc, and growth. We are looking for active, semi-literate role-players who can write in paragraph form, but most forms are acceptable
The Main Arc
Ages ago, before the current cosmos was birthed, a race of hyper-intelligent aliens called The Builders reveled in creating, destroying, and recreating the hundreds of worlds throughout the universe. They would let their creation grow, change, evolve, and eventually, decline, before judging it, whether for preservation or destruction. They have not yet found any evidence for for any universe to be worthy of the former...
When it comes this current universe's turn, it is decades after the events of Endgame, and the Avengers team has all new faces under the leadership of Peter Parker, Cassandra Lang, Morgan Stark, and Harley Keener. These new Avengers are the ones to confront The Builders when they come to judge. The Builders find this world guilty and deserving of destruction, but take into consideration how much the universe has been through since the dawn of its time, and they decide to give the Avengers a chance to prevent the turning point in history: Loki's invasion.
Join the New Avengers as they are catapulted back in time to discover the motive of Loki’s invasion, try to save him, and the cosmos from Thanos, and then rediscover the world that follows.
currently, all of the OG 2012 Avengers are available for roleplay, aside from Natasha. this includes Iron Man, Captain America, Bruce banner and Thor. DM me for an invite, we would love to welcome you.
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