Reincarnation was a fickle thing. One moment you're dead, and the next you're alive.
It got. . . . . frustrating after a while of dying and coming back alive and dying again.
But after a while, you get used to it you know? It hurt, leaving behind important people, but wasn't there a beloved quote you always repeated? 'Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened!'
So you did. You missed the souls of the past, but you moved on to honour their lessons and love.
In this life, you encountered some.... slightly familiar faces. It shook you to your core. For the longest time, you had believed you were the only soul that continued to roam the planet you lived on even after death.
But you see a familiar fallen angel at the park with another familiar angel.
You see a dragon creeping into Linkon City, and you slip away before he lays his piercing gaze on you.
You see a familiar sea god you once followed and believed in, but squash down the desire to call out to him in an ancient tongue only few people knew, and walk away.
You see a familiar master, who you once saw once a year descend down to your mountain, and allow him to give you the details of your mother's friend heart condition, and how everything would be ok.
You see a prince of an era that hadn't quite yet arrived, and you give him a small bow when his back is turned, and go back to work.
You see a familiar ████████, and you see him disappear.
All these people had something in common, they were familiar with her.
In all your lives, it was always her.
That was fine. Maybe in this life, they'll finally be happy?
You sure hoped so, because each timeline was even more painful than the last.
Just a little idea I had. Hope you all like it!!
Prologue | Fallen Angel | Beauty and the Beast | Siren | Heavens Official Blessings | Cinderella
NPC AU: Alastor (Just trying to add more lore @kitsunesongs )
(Concept is like Cosmic Being)
Alastor is the Concept of Contradictions. They embody the Duality that all living beings live by: creativity and apathy, creation and destruction, love and hate, kindness and cruelty, and so on.
They don’t stay completely one thing. Their duality is so confusing, contradicting, and confounding even to God and Roo. (Part of the reason the two love Alastor.)
Their initial design was a being of Chaos which forces Change and Growth but God found that too predictable so he added Order on a whim and created a being of Contradiction. Alastor who embodies the Free Will living beings hold in their core was created.
In his first Universe(Zoophobia), Alastor was at his most chaotic. He was a new Being, silly at best and utterly mad(Wonderland-like) at worst. He followed the rules in in his own way and deeply loved the world and its inhabitants in his own like a game. He tried to keep things interesting to keep the Campaign going but in doing so he came off as antagonistic, troublesome, and maybe even evil to the Natives.
It was in his second Universe(Pilot) that Alastor learned mortal love, empathy, and kindness from his mother. It gave him understanding and tempered his chaotic nature to something more manageable for the Natives. He loved his mother dearly and was thankful for her.
He also learned mortal cruelty, hatred, and emptiness from his “father” who killed his mother.
Alastor did not regret going against the Restrictions placed on him to tear the man’s existence into nothingness.
Later Alastor was actually grateful to have Restrictions cause the Campaign may have been forced to reset in his grief and he’d lose his mother’s traces.
Alastor became a successful radio host(who brings joy to those listening) and serial killer(who brings upon fear to the wicked). He dies in a hunting accident and wakes up as a demon in Hell.
Alastor follows his role to be an enigmatic and powerful figure by taking down the Old Overlords, broadcasting their screams, and establishes himself as the Radio Demon.
He eventually meets his fellow Special NPCs on Roo’s side, Zestial and Rosie.
Meowdred: *running up to WoL* Hey, wait. It's dangerous to go alone, and it'd be a damn shame if someone who was stupid enough to stand up for a refugee go an' die in the ditches. I'll go with you.
Theodore: What he means is that we are both decent fighters, and have navigated several mines recently. We will assist.
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(he can be found at the Waking Sands right before you go off to investigate Ifrit, but he's outside the door)
Meowdred: They got you to sign up, huh? Was extended an invitation meself, but sorry to say I ain't convinced.
Meowdred: I'm not sayin' the organization looks shady, but that they're-- unmoored. Maybe other city-states look kindly enough on a gaggle of bookworms and small-time mercenaries having "special privileges" goin' around looking into lions' mouths, but this is Thanalan. If they really are investigating primals, great. If they're going to find ways to defeat 'em or at least stop summonings, even better. It won't be long afore someone here tries to corral them for their own gain. If we're lucky, it's Raubahn. More likely than not, it'll be a Syndicate member, and if they don't fold, it ain't gonna be pretty.
(if player started from Ul'dah)
Meowdred: You saw for yourself what happened to that poor bastard. What's-his-face? Wystan. That's what you get for not bein' careful where you step, if you'll step out of line. Right now these "Scions of the Seventh Dawn" are small fries and useful. But you should be careful, friend. You alone are worth half that room full of boasting braggarts down there. Your joinin' up might start getting eyes on 'em.
Meowdred: Agh, but I'm probably paranoid. The Scions are doin' good, and doin' it without asking for any rewards. That's rare nowadays. They've got perks for you, even. Forget my whinging. Glad you got a proper-like crew now. Best of luck to you. Me an' Theodore, we work between Thanalan an' Vylbrand. If ever our courses cross, call on us, y'hear?
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(extra side quest to recruit Meowdred & Theodore as Haukke Manor duty support)
Theodore: I must admit, I am...not fond of such gruesome business. And voidsents--
Meowdred: ...Teddy's not fond of voidsents. But! I am! And I know for a fact that they dissolve if you hit 'em with enough force. A mage might be what you need. And Theodore's never let fear shake his spear-hand, so don't worry about that. Say the word, and we'll come with!
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(recruitment to face Titan)
Meowdred: I watched your fight with Ifrit from afar. Summoned primals are, in essence, dense and sentient blocks of aether. Earth-aspected ones like Titan are like to be even hardier.
Theodore: In this, they are only two steps removed from the dragons that plagued Coerthas. I have some experience fighting such beasts, and Mordred has the skill to keep us aright. If you wish, we will accompany you.
Meowdred: We're no Company of Heroes, but with the amount of crystals stolen...let's hope for a much weaker Titan incarnation than what they fought, yeah?
Theodore: And if it is not, we may have come to our doom...
Meowdred: Even so. [Warrior of Light], if you've taken on the duty of standin' in harm's way, then you shan't do so alone.
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(reuniting at the church outside Drybone after the Scions were slaughtered)
Meowdred: [Warrior of Light]! Are you hurt? We heard the news in Vesper Bay.
Meowdred: ...I see. I'm sorry for your loss. I-- I didn't mean to-- When I said before that the Scions...
(...)
Meowdred: What?! Garleans? How in the hells did those swivin' bastards just march into Vesper Bay?! The merchants would've raised alarms, and the waters between the bay and Limsa's docks are patrolled by privateers.
Meowdred: Something ain't right, here. Someone must've led 'em straight to the Waking Sands. And they knew when they walked in that they were looking for Minfilia?
Meowdred: The Scions of the Seventh Dawn's not that big of a secret, as far as "secret organizations" go, but from what we found out traveling the city-states, most don't know the name or face of its leader directly. Of course imperial spies crawl like cockroaches in a rich man's pantry, but--
Meowdred: Nay. That matters less than findin' the survivors right now. I don't know who's a Scion and who's not, though. If you know the names and descriptions of those you suspect are alive, let me have 'em. Me an' Theodore will do what we can to sniff around.
Theodore: We sorely wish to stay with you, but we two of us currently hold the advantage of not being in the imperial crosshairs. The future is uncertain, and we must make use of our time to gather information. Until you know who had betrayed you, I advise caution -- and much of it.
Meowdred: What about that engineer bloke? He's Garlean.
(...)
Meowdred: Uh-huh. Likely story. But you have that thing called the Echo too, no? I'll trust you to know when to quit while you're ahead.
Meowdred: ...What? 'Course I do too. Theodore, too. That was why we were recruited at first. I turned it down 'cos I was afraid a standalone bunch o' goodies-two-shoes like that would get slaughtered for parts in Thanalan... And I am sorry. That it turned out like this.
Theodore: (sighs) The price of valor is ever impossibly high. Farewell, [Warrior of Light]. The Fury walk with you.
"it's mostly a record of the writings here, feel welcome to have a look and see if something catches your eye" she turns around and points to the the book detailing where every book or pages should
"last time I updated it was june 21, so it can get a bit behind but usually everything is in here"
"a magical land where people are able to handle elements as they please, a bit too fantastical for my liking but she seems to enjoy writing them"
Tokyo debunker
There is a separate section for this subject, best visit it for the list.
Genshin impact
There is a folder on the table and named with perfect cursive handwriting "Holy offsprings". It seems it's a collection of small works
A bouquet of feelings
Sometimes actions have unexpected consequences. Good thing Aether knows how to fix this one.
Ancient language au
A long forgotten tongue slips away from their lips to the ears of people who believe it's their god's language
Read my lips
"to suddenly be left in a world where I couldn't read anything... Such a torture"
Universal language
After alhaitham found your ability you were almost forced to work for the academia translating works, some misunderstandings arise
Great sage au
A foreign face settles as a country's sage and tries to help, even when it isn't all that easy
Prologue
As a former player the new great sage had a nice base of knowledge to stand on plus some new tools
Such a backstabber
His duty with sumeru has gotten him into a trail leading to you and believes you to be a danger. For some reason the proof he has reminds you of something… wait a minute.
Over tea
Luckily after cyno recognized them as not guilty they were allowed to return to their position and enjoy their new found love for tea. Seemingly the nation's calmness has lead to people allowing themselves to fantasize about their bosses’ love life
Everything feels so beautiful
"this one fits in the timeline but I'm not sure if even the writer knows how or when..."
Secret husband timeline
Be it because of secretiveness or nobody believing it was possible nobody found out about your marriage with the iudex until someone says it straight up. Oops
The first two are two different beginnings
How the iudex sleeps
"why did she choose for him to have a resemblance with otters? Even then it's a really sweet domestic piece"
Melusines say the darndest things
sometimes children can slip up and accidentally say more than desired. In this case the journalists are very happy about that.
Drabbles
Would they peel an orange for you?
"mhmm... I wonder why she chose oranges, I think she likes better pomegranate. Wouldn't it be more fitting 'would they open a pomegranate for you?' but I guess at the end it's the same intention"
Do they know if you wear silver or gold?
"I only ever wear this uniform, I'm not really sure how important that kind of stuff is"
Types of baby daddy
"my father has been a 'baby daddy' many times, including my and my sisters' conception and many of our half siblings. Despicable man. He even runs as fast as the thunders he throws so he is hard to catch"
Your ex in my body or me in their body
"seemingly this question is used to pick a fight with your lover, I'm not sure why would you, though"
Ideas
"some blurbs or unrefined concepts, maybe in the future they can become something more polished"
Npc sagau
"suddenly strangers and your loved ones start acting as mindless zombies and only certain people seem to wake up but you are unable to know when... It sounds stressful doesn't it?"
Living together (npc sagau)
Obey me
"it would make sense for them to live close by the only people you can speak with"
"It's a kind of undefined academic environment in hell? I heard from other visitors that highschool and university are difficult and sometimes unenjoyable but isn't this a bit too on the nose? Either way seemingly she could romance demons, angels and a... Regular human? I'm sure she did not... My goodness"
Night bringer saga
All this happen during night bringer but aren't particularly connected or in a particular timeline!
Love language: acts of service
After being temporarily transformed into a demon you find that there are some gaps in your knowledge of demon features care but Solomon is very happy to help
With the firstborn's ring I made you mine
A before bed chat with Solomon leads to you showing some concerns about wearing the ring of light so openly and he offers himself as a scapegoat
Love language, gift giving
He is old enough and famous enough that he can spend some money on superfluous gift and extra candies as long as you smile at him
The sorcerer's demonic firstborn
Nobody is exempt from Mother nature's cruel whims, not even the all powerful sorcerer that defied death. Some friends of yours help you with your dream
Twisted wonderland
"another fantasy setting that happens in a world where people can use Magic and a school? I'm seeing a pattern with her likings. Just tell me she wrote for a prince or a future king or- it's just a guy with white hair again? No just because he is sleepy doesn't make him different, writer..."
Forced fairytale
The tale of the sleeping beauty is one he holds dear, be it because it's related to his great grandmother or his dorm, malleus can't help but feel like silver and the prefect would be such a perfect modern retelling.
I love @nickwiseman 's npc au so much (GO check it out if you haven't seen it...) v grateful marlow got to feature in it as his client. I've been having so much fun talking about our little guys together and wanted to paint the two to express that :D
Marlow HAAAATESS getting their hair done (bleach smells, they hate sitting with the slimy mess on their head, it stings their scalp), but they love the results too much to quit having bright white hair, so every time they pull up to get their shit sorted it's an ordeal. Luckily, Akihiro's a really good sport about it and over time the two become friends
Of all the alarm clocks to have, Renee wasn’t expecting to be woken by the sound of a drunk customer in the morning. She jolted, blinking. Once she gathered her thoughts, she remembered; she was lying in the Dugout Inn, the only inn in Diamond City to let her stay for free. The upper stands place hardly even looked at her when she walked in. At least Vadim agreed to let her stay in exchange for taking Scarlett’s shift.
She forced herself to sit up with a groan, running a hand through her hair. Her shoulder and leg were stiff. She tilted her head from side to side to stretch out her neck and stood. No time to waste. She had a flower to find.
A…Hubflower, apparently.
Renee grabbed her jeans where she’d tossed them over a chair and pulled them on, noticing the dark red blood staining the material. She’d have to buy a new pair when she managed to get some caps.
She yawned again. Mornings always started far too early for her liking. She dug around in her bag for a hairbrush and managed to tame her long auburn hair before tying it back. A mirror on the wall showed her she looked just as she felt: exhausted. She shifted her head back and forth, a habit she picked up from watching her father shave in the mornings, and was pleased to see all the usual freckles and light scars were in place.
“Damn it…” She shrugged on her jacket, stepped into her boots, and grabbed her stuff.
Yefim swept up a broken bottle by the bar. “Good morning!” He said, though he didn’t smile.
“G’morning.” Renee gave him a nod.
“Hey, thanks again for last night.” Scarlett walked by carrying some dirty dishes. “I really appreciate it.”
“Yeah, no problem.”
She ignored the distasteful growl her stomach made and left the building. The early sun peaked through the clouds and a layer of fog hugged the ground. There weren’t many people out and about this early, and for once the market was quiet. She went around to the shops anyway to see if she could pawn off some ammo—though she knew she shouldn’t.
The weapon shop was still shuttered, but a Mr. Handy bot hovered in front of a different store seemed open to customers. The flickering neon above him read “Diamond City Surplus.” She trudged over, fishing for the ammo.
“Good morning, miss!” The Mr. Handy greeted, chipper as always. “Diamond City Surplus is open day or night for all your shopping needs!”
“Mm-hm.” Renee pulled out the ammo box and fished out a few bullets. “Listen, weird question, but, uh… How much for these?”
The Mr. Handy squinted all three eyes at her. “For five bullets, miss?”
“Yes?” She held them out in her palm.
“With all due respect, miss, you wouldn’t even have enough for a bowl of noodles.”
Renee continued holding out her hand. “Listen, I’ll take anything I can get. I’m broke.”
“Very well…” He sighed and plucked the bullets from her hand and replaced them with five rusty bottlecaps. “There.”
She blinked. “That’s it?”
“I did tell you. Would you like your ammunition back?”
“Well for this, yeah!”
The robot held out the bullets but didn’t drop them in her waiting hand. “That’ll be twenty-five caps.”
Renee sputtered and felt her face grow hot. “T-twenty-five caps?! What the hell do you think you’re trying to pull?”
“All sales are final, even those on the part of the customer. Twenty-five caps.” As if to add insult to injury, he shook the bullets.
She pocketed her five caps and flipped him off. “Go fuck yourself.”
“Have a pleasant day, miss.”
Renee grit her teeth from saying anything further and instead turned. She noticed movement in the corner of her eye and was surprised to see none other than Curie, shaking out a rug outside her apartment. “Curie?”
“Oh, good morning, Madame Jones!” She smiled, laying the rug back in front of the door.
“Uh, just Renee is fine.” Renee put her hands in the pockets of her jacket. “Didn’t expect to see you this morning.”
“I always wake early.” Curie cocked her head. “But what about you? You should really rest.”
“Yeah, some asshole at the Dugout made that impossible.” She reached to massage her shoulder. She decided not to tell the good doctor about how she spent the evening and much of the night waiting tables. “I feel fine anyway.”
Curie furrowed her brow but didn’t press it. “I see. ‘Ave you found zhe samples yet?”
“No, I was about to head out. You wouldn’t happen to have one I could see, do you? I realized last night that I don’t actually know what a Hubflower looks like…”
Curie’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh! Of course, just a moment…” She disappeared back into her apartment.
Renee stood awkwardly waiting. She kicked at the ground. Around her, the rest of Diamond City continued to slowly wake up. She heard a man groan as he pushed the metal shutter up in his stall. When he flicked the sign on, she saw it said Chem-I-Care.
“’Ere, zhis should help.” Curie returned presently and held out her open notebook.
The page was filled with detailed sketches of plants with notes scribbled in the margins. She couldn’t read most of the notes as they seemed to be partially in another language, but she did recognize the plant. She laughed. “You could’ve just said it’s a Deathbell.”
“A…what?” Curie took the notebook back and looked at her notes.
“Well, that’s we call them back home. Deathbells. Don’t know why, but that’s what I’ve always heard them called.” Renee moved to stand next to the woman and pointed at the picture. She caught a whiff of perfume and realized it was Curie.
Curie, however, didn’t seem to notice how close they were. “I see. So zhere are regional names for common flora…” She took a pen from the front pocket on her lab coat and jotted down the name.
Renee swallowed hard. She fought the urge to pull closer to the warm woman. “Y-yeah. So I’ll just grab some of those and get right back to you.”
“Zhey can be found all over zhe Commonwealth, so I doubt you will ‘ave to travel far. I just ‘ave some experiments zhat are time-sensitive.” Curie snapped the book shut.
Renee stepped back. “Gotcha. Well, I guess I’ll see you later then?”
“Yes, ideally. I really do need zhose soon.” Curie smiled again before she turned to go back inside. “And please be careful!”
“I will. How much trouble can I get into just walking out the gate?”
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As it turned out, quite a bit of trouble. Her rifle bounced on her back as she ran from a pack of mongrels back to the city. She managed to find quite a few Deathbells—Hubflowers, out by an old train track. Unfortunately, while cutting them, some wild dogs snuck up on her.
One of the mongrels snapped at her forearm, sinking its teeth in. She came to a jarring halt and tried to fling it off, but it held fast. “Get off me!” She shouted, reaching for her knife with her other hand. The dog shrieked as she plunged the blade into its head.
It was just enough time for the other two mongrels to catch up and she whirled. Another leapt at her, but she was quick to slash out with the knife and it fell past her with a whimper. She flipped the blade over in her hand. “Wanna join your buddies today?” She snarled, eying the mutt.
The mongrel slowed and stopped a few feet from her, growling. If it had lips they’d be raised. Yellow, blood-stained teeth flashed in the late morning light.
She narrowed her eyes. “Leave me alone.”
It growled again before turning around and jogging away.
She sheathed her knife, careful not to accidentally cut her belt in the process. “Hmph.” She scowled at the two dead mongrels before turning to continue her journey.
The Wall came into view before the rest of Diamond City and the guards paid her little mind as she walked in. By now the rest of the Great Green Jewel was awake and even a little girl stood on an overturned box by the entrance. Renee stopped before her.
“Arm yourself with the truth! The Publick is here to pull the wool out from under your eyes!”
Renee glanced around. “Wait, like Publick Occurrences?”
“The Commonwealth’s premier newspaper!” The girl nodded and held out a paper. “One free issue to newcomers!”
“No thanks. I’ve probably already read it.” Renee waved her hand. While in Bunker Hill she’d been forced to sell her books, and to pass the time, found some back issues of the Publick to read instead.
“In that case, can I interest you in a subscription?”
“Maybe some other time, kid.” Renee moved on to the market.
She ignored the shopkeepers hawking their wares and nearly ran into a Brahmin from one of the caravans as it passed. Above the din, she heard someone yelling about Swatters but ignored him too. Her target was Curie’s apartment and lab, and she wasn’t about to let anyone stop her.
Renee knocked on the door as she entered. “Curie?”
“Coming!”
She closed the door behind her. Curie kept her lab in the basement, and Renee entertained herself by looking around at the sparse decorations in the foyer. A shelf of worn books occupied one wall, while a laser rifle hung beside it. It looked well-loved, but she had a feeling it wasn’t by Curie’s hand.
“Ah, welcome back!” Curie wiped her hands on her lab coat. A pair of glasses were perched on her nose.
“Some Hubflowers, just like you wanted.” Renee dug them out of her bag and held them out.
“Fantastique, this is just what I needed!” Curie took the flowers with a grin. “Merci.”
“Yeah, no problem.” Renee raised her arm to rub the back of her neck. As she did so, Curie snapped out a hand to grab her wrist. “Um…”
Curie stretched out her arm. “What ‘appened to you?”
“Oh, that. I was running from some Mongrels and one managed to get me. It’s okay! I’ll be fine. Not the first time I’ve been bitten by something.”
The brunette arched an eyebrow. She began leading Renee down to the lab. “Zhe wound needs to be cleaned before infection sets in. Wild animals can carry all manner of disease.”
“I mean, I wouldn’t really call it a ‘wound’… I just need a Stim, it’s fine.”
Despite her protests, Curie had her sit on the now-familiar examination table while she brought over some water and something in an unmarked bottle. Renee slipped out of her jacket. “You know, if this keeps happening, I’m never going to be out of debt with you.”
Curie chuckled and began wiping down the bites. “Do not trouble yourself with paying me zhis time. I feel responsible; I sent you out to find samples, after all.”
“W-well…” Renee looked away.
Curie’s hands were surprisingly strong, but her touch remained gentle. She cleaned out the injury and then fetched a Stimpak from one of her lab tables. “Zhis will actually be a wonderful time to test out a new formula I ‘ave been working on. If you do not mind.”
“As long as it doesn’t kill me.” Even still, Renee eyed the syringe.
“Oh no, it will not. But I am testing to see if it is more effective zhan ozher Stimpaks. It is…difficult to test on myself.” Curie slid the syringe in Renee’s arms and emptied it.
The bites closed like a normal Stimpak would heal them. Soon all that remained were small scars that would fade in time. Renee turned her arm over and back, nodding. “See? Good as new.”
Curie sighed. “I was ‘oping it would be faster… Well, I know now zhat zhe formula does not lie with Tatos, at least.” She disposed the syringe. “Zhere.”
“Thanks, again.” Renee continued to sit on the table. She crossed her ankles and swung her legs back and forth. “So I guess that’s what the Hubflowers are for, huh?”
“Yes, my experiments.” Curie turned to a different table, this one covered in beakers and flasks and papers. “So far I ‘ave not ‘ad much luck. You see, typical Stimpaks are no good on hard tissue, such as bone. I am trying to remedy zhis.”
Renee winced. “Trust me, I’m aware.”
Curie glanced at her before picking up a test tube. “Stimpaks were invented for zhe military to serve as field medicine. As such, zhey excel in closing flesh wounds, but are not so effective on more severe wounds.” She put the tube down again and turned. “Such as your shoulder, par exemple. A Stimpak may close zhe wound, but it will do nozhing for a broken bone, and potentially incorrectly heal a torn ligament.”
“I’m aware of that too.” Renee frowned as she remembered her childhood antics that often landed her in the local doctor’s office.
The brunette hummed. “You seem to be well-acquainted with injury.”
“You could say that…” Renee jumped down from the table. “Well, what’s the next thing you need me to get for you?”
“Actually, zhis request is much safer.” Curie shuffled some papers around before finally finding the one she needed. “Could you do some shopping for me?”
Renee took the paper with a smile. “As long as you provide the caps.”
“But of course.” Curie returned it. “I appreciate your willingness to help.”
“I appreciate you being willing to patch me up when I need it. Though, we’ve gotta stop meeting like that.”
“Per’aps. But I do not mind.”
Renee looked away to distract herself before her cheeks turned red. Already she could feel the start of a blush weaving its way up her neck. “Right…” She cleared her throat.
