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CONTEST RESULTS

The ranking for the final round is as follows:

First Place: Paintaire Second Place: Luciferious Third Place: Williamthebloodyrailroadspike

Congratulations to the winners! Thank you all for playing. The winners of each round will be contacted soon about prizes. I have listed those receiving prizes under the cut.

Round 1 Winners (one chibi on my adopt base)

salve-fra

abddons

williamthebloodyrailroadspike

lycaeas

youjisan

valfreeyja

demonprince

paintaire

roloking

luciferious

Round 2 Winners (one button, one laminated keychain, one magnet, and a digital copy of a chibi of your character)

lycaeas

luciferious

abddons

williamthebloodyrailroadspike

paintaire

Round 3 winners

paintaire (three buttons, three keychains, three magnets, one chibi print, and one full color, full body print of your character, as well as digital copies.)

luciferious (two buttons, two keychains, two magnets, one chibi print, and one full color bust print of your character, as well as digital copies.)

williamthebloodyrailroadspike (one button, one keychain, one magnet, one chibi print, and one full color headshot print of your character, as well as digital copies.)

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All of the submissions are in! The contest is nearly over! Please allow the judges 3 days to get the final results in. This has been so much fun! Thank you to everyone who has participated!

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TBDOCC Round Four: Last Stand

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There was a crack in the roof of Hell.

It was bleeding rays of light that cut through the boiling clouds of orange dust. Burning more than brimstone ever could. Blood caught in the throats of the denizens of hell, their throats as they were burned through to their souls, hotter than brimstone ever could.

They were blinded as great angelic forces poured from the rift in the sky- wheels with eyes churning in great interwoven bands, more frightening than anything in the deepest pits. From the rift came curling bands of eyes, golden chains spiraling in tandem connected each one. The unearthly irises glinted as they searched for enemies. White feathers rained down like snow as they were accosted by the defending armies.

From below the succubus watched in awe at the descent of the angels, a cascade of wings and glinting swords like ze’d never seen. 

Ze was unafraid of the attack. This was the action of a band of fools. Cowards who attacked the roots when they couldn’t cut down the tree. No matter how deep they went they wouldn’t be able to weed them out.

The angels were losing, and they knew it.

They couldn’t stop the decimation of humans so they took their matters straight to Hell’s gates. The claws of Hell were wrapped tight around their little mortal throats and they needed someone to blame. It was their fault really. Instead of raising their swords to fight they had been content with whispering in the ears of mankind. Leading them to battle like sheep to the slaughter rather than being sworn protectors of their father’s creations.

Even an armed human was a dead human against a demon. Over time there just weren’t enough humans left and it was too late for the garrisons to protect the dying breed. These were the last throws of a dying animal, a final hurrah from an army that wanted to go out in style. So they could tell their father that they gave it their best effort.

Dragons and all manner of hellbest raced towards the soldiers with their jaws gnashing terribly. They joined the fray, tumbling through the air in combat.

Mentha called to one and it descended to where ze stood on the crags of rock, offering it’s wings. Climbing up onto its back the pair took to the air to witness the devastation as feathered soldiers fell into the abyss, screaming as their wings tore and burned.

Mint let the dragon carry zim up above the fighting, the last stand of the angels. They fell and fell and fell into the consequences of their own arrogance.

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Final round deadline has been extended to Saturday, the 11th.

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Eira looked around casually as the three of them were escorted through the palace. Murals stretched along the walls, their patterns twisting and evolving as she moved by. The occasional statue also shifted as she passed, in a manner unnervingly similar to people turning to watch. The hallway was warmly lit by lights suspended from the ceiling, but Eira noted a distinct lack of windows or true natural light.

Fjerne was craning his neck, trying to take in everything at once. He walked close to the wall, trailing his fingers over it and watching in fascination as the patterns swirled around him like ripples on a pond. In contrast, the boy strode straight ahead, a mere pace behind their silent guide. He didn't seem nervous per se, but Eira thought his step lacked its usual bounce.

Eventually, they reached the end of the hallway. A huge door dominated Eira's vision, intricately carved and crafted from many different colors of wood. Eira  knew from observation that wood was a valuable resource here, and as a reminder of the outside world most people weren't allowed it. Considering that they were also reminders of the outside world, Eira felt justified in her own nervousness. 

Their guide nodded her head to the boy, then turned down a side passage and disappeared. As soon as she was out of view, the boy whirled away from the door and came to a stop a foot in front of Eira. Fjerne, who had been investigating the patterns on the door, strode over to them as the boy began to speak, quickly and quietly.

"The man whom we're about to meet is not nearly as kind as I am, and I dare say that he's also moderately less sane. He's kept control of these people for several thousand years longer than any of us has been alive, and during that time he's bred and brainwashed out of them any desire to leave this place. Given all of these things, and what you've seen on your way here, will you kill him?"

Eira blinked several times. "You couldn't have asked this before we were about to meet him?" 

"No, because you hadn't seen the people yet, and you would have assumed I was lying." 

Eira didn't deny it. Upon entering the mountains, she had been entranced by the beauty of these people--of their art, their music, their food, even themselves (those who chose to look conventionally beautiful, anyway). But as the days had passed, the veneer had started to dull, and behind it something felt wrong. No one seemed to have ever ventured out of the mountains, not exactly because they didn't want to, but because they honestly hadn't considered it. And when Eira had asked one man point blank about it, he had blinked several times and then wandered off into another room. The only adult who had even acknowledged the existence of an outside world was a woodcarver they had met, and she had vanished after mentioning a desire to travel someday. And they hadn't seen any children.

As Eira mulled this over in her head, Fjerne spoke at last. "And we're just supposed to believe you that this man is responsible for the stagnancy of this place? Who could even have that much power?"

The boy turned a wry smile on him. "The lord president could. He oversees everything from education programs to mass entertainment to literary review." As an afterthought, the boy added, "I should know, given that he's my father."

Eira came to a decision and looked up. "I'll do it if you also wipe out my whole debt to you. And Fjerne's," she added quickly.

The boy showed his teeth. "Done."

Eira had the uncomfortable feeling that she may have just done exactly what the boy wanted, but she shrugged it off. "Well, now that that's out of the way, would you mind giving me a hint as to how exactly I can kill him?"

The boy looked at her as if she were a moron. "You've been killing things for a very long time, I was under the impression that getting them to leave your bow and arrows with you was enough."

Eira frowned. "I thought you said he'd been ruling for thousands of years though, doesn't that kind of imply immortality?"

The boy sighed. "That's only because he's locked our people off from outside influences and by adulthood we can't even think of violence. We can actually be killed pretty easily, except we can't die from old age. No one has died here for a very long time except by accidents or mandates, thanks to the fact that no one comes in or leaves."

"So he's keeping them safe?" Fjerne interjected, his eyebrows creased. "As a ruler, isn't that the most important thing?"

The boy's eyes went very cold, and when he spoke it was with a precision bordering on sharpness. "I am aware that I have a reputation for lying, but in this instance you must believe me when I say that he is not keeping them safe." A shadow passed across his face, but he shook it away and visibly brightened. Turning back to Eira with a wink, he continued, "Anyway, safety isn't nearly as important as freedom, is it?"

Eira, long past being dismayed by his sudden tonal shifts, rolled her eyes and turned towards the door. The boy turned with her, and a moment later Fjerne finally heard what had prompted the two of them. Something was clicking in the walls, a kind of metallic sound, and slowly the doors began to groan open. Reaching out, Fjerne took Eira's hand and faced the door as well. The last thing they heard before the door opened, below the sound of shifting gears and wood scraping stone, was the boy speaking under his breath,

"Well, team, let's go."

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Reminder that the Final Round ends on Thursday, January 9th!

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The Final Round Theme Challenge is: Last Stand.

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Round 3 Winners

Congratulations to

luciferious

williamthebloodyrailroadspike

paintaire

Thank you again to all the participants! We're very close to the end of the contest! The final round will decide placement of these three lucky contestants, and (finally) prize distribution! We will see you next round on Tuesday, December 31st! Best of luck!

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Apologies for the delay, folks! Results will be out tonight. No schedule adjustments this time.

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Round 3 is over! We will see you on Tuesday, the 17th. Good luck!

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TBDOCC Round Three: 3

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The Trinity of the Masculine the Feminine and the Spirit.

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Choosing one was never quite right-

so I slipped into something a little more comfortable.

Never a costume,

like a limb, an extension.

I can be your everything,

or nothing.

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OC Challenge: Three

Eira wasn’t sure how it had happened, exactly. They had been walking down a perfectly normal street when darkness had descended over her eyes. She remembered grabbing Fjerne, and the boy grabbing her, and then a pinching sensation over her jugular. The next thing she knew, she was lying on the ground in what looked like a prison cell, with her hands bound to a ring on the ground and two other bodies pressed in beside her.

“Come on,” the boy said cheerfully, “the three of us are a team! We can get out of anything if we put our minds to it!”

“How is it,” Fjerne grunted, tugging against his bonds, “that you only call us a team when we’re in mortal danger?”

“…Unity in the face of adversity.”

Eira, who had been gnawing at the rope around her wrists, paused long enough to say, “well, if putting your mind to it nets us a plan, feel free to let us know. Until then, do us all a favor and stop talking.”

The boy sighed dramatically and leaned back against the wall, watching as Eira resumed biting at the rope. She was making decent progress, the hemp strands parting one by one as she ground them between her teeth. Seeing that her strategy was working much better than his, Fjerne started copying her.

Eira didn’t look up from her work until she was halfway done and her jaw was aching. When she did, she was met with the sight of the boy lazily tossing a dagger from one free hand to the other. She mutely poked Fjerne, and he looked up as well, his mouth falling open in outrage.

The boy shot him a shit-eating grin before looking back to Eira. “Would it be acceptable to you if I started talking again now?”

Eira would absolutely have hit him if her hands weren’t still bound. As it was, she took a deep breath and said, as calmly as she could, “I am going to bash your teeth in if you don’t give me that.”

The boy assumed a look of mock sadness. “That is phenomenally rude of you, and I am deeply saddened by—“ he was cut off by Eira’s foot lashing out at him, and he jumped as far away from her as the small cell allowed. The hurt melted off his face, and he continued through his laughter, “Well, anyway, violence will only get you so far. I’m not likely to help you when you ask me so rudely, am I?”

Fjerne turned to Eira, ignoring the boy completely. “If the two of us work together, we can probably get it from him.”

The boy crouched down next to Fjerne and held the dagger out to him, hilt first. “You don’t have to take it from me, you know,” he said, and then skipped nimbly away as Fjerne made a grab for it. Giggling, he continued, “You just have to ask nicely!”

“No.” Eira deadpanned.

The boy pouted. “Come on now, it’s not that hard. Just say that the three of us are a team—if we’re a team, then I have to help you!”

“And by that logic, we’d have to help you later on, a deal which I don’t think either of us are interested in.” Eira’s voice was firm.

The boy’s eyes narrowed as he examined her. Sighing, he said, “You know, I think your boyfriend is having a negative impact on you. You were much more entertaining back when it was just the two of us.”

“Aaaaand we’re back to the ‘you shutting up’ part of the conversation.” Eira returned to biting at the cord around her wrists, staunchly ignoring Fjerne’s concerned looks.

She was so busy ignoring Fjerne that she didn’t notice the boy moving until he was right next to her, speaking softly into her ear. “Besides, we both know that you already owe me more than you would like. Believe me, you’re much to far in for something like a formal alliance to make a difference.” Raising his voice, he continued, “What about you, Fjerne? Just say that we’re a team and I’ll help you get out.”

Fjerne didn’t look up. “I think we’re doing just fine on our own, thanks.”

The boy glanced distastefully at the mess of fraying cords that surrounded their wrists. “Right, you’re doing fantastically. Of course, I don’t imagine that your teeth will be of much use against those bars.”

Eira stopped chewing again and looked up at him. “Neither will your dagger, you moron.”

The boy grinned. “Oh, won’t it?” As the two on the floor watched, he stepped daintily over them and ran the edge of his dagger against one of the window bars. They heard the harsh shriek of metal on metal, and then he was holding a segment of bar up for their inspection.

Eira glanced at the boy, looked over at Fjerne and raising her eyebrows. Fjerne shook his head, but Eira had already turned away. The boy had crouched back down in front of her, a grin still plastered on his face. Eira looked up at him, fire in her eyes.

“The three of us are a team, and we can do anything if we put our minds to it,” she ground out through clenched teeth.

“We can even ask nicely!” The boy proclaimed with something akin to glee. He jumped up and spun around, his hand shooting out. The dagger flew through the air and sliced the rope around Eira's hands before burying itself several inches deep in the floor. Eira flinched back and the ropes fell away, revealing the untouched skin beneath them. Eira whipped her head back around to where the boy had been standing. He was gone.

“…I hate it when he does that,” she muttered, and began working the dagger out of the stone.

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Reminder that Round 3 entries are due by midnight!

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Round Three: Three

The truth is that he wooed her. (Though she would never admit it.)

He wooed her in a ridiculous, unashamed, completely unironic way. (He still woos her, she supposes. Every day, with the little things that keep her there through the long nights and questionable motives.)

(The little things are proof that beyond his cold stares and callused fingertips, he has something soft and liquid inside him.)

The softness began, she recalls, with the mixtape.

(It was so dumb. It was so stupid.) It was left on her pillow.

Prior to The Mixtape, they’d been “hanging out” while Dion made his way through the underclassmen (and women). They would spend long nights – the nights he wasn’t out, causing mischief – talking a lot without saying anything.

(She would try in vain not to compare him to her ex.)

(It’s hard when one boy leaves and another enters along that same dirt road.)

He winds up at her dorm room, half a bottle of wine in hand, and she expects him to brag. In the morning, though, he leaves a CD wrapped in a makeshift envelope.

“For Ariadne.”

After listening to all the untitled tracks in order, she stops, turns back, and listens to Track Three.

Repeat.

Track three.

Repeat.

She thinks about kissing him to this song.

Track three.

She things about fighting with him to this song.

Repeat.

She thinks about growing old with him

                        growing old with this song…

Track three.

Repeat.

latest OC Contest round weeeeee. featuring bb!Ariadne her 2nd year of university, even prior to the “freshman 15” (which only hit her in her final year tbh), her radical undercut that progressed into a full half-shaved head and (perhaps most importantly) prior to her actually getting into a ~relationship with Dion and going on adventures and doing spectacular things

(the ex she mentions is Theseus who is just a plain ol bag o dicks rly)

(wow ari is such a cutie tho)

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Reminder that Round 3 entries are due at midnight tomorrow, the 14th!