Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

50 “Not so Nice” OC or FR Asks

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1. What is one word to shut them up?

2. What is the thing they feel the most guilty about?

3. What is the worst pain they’ve ever experienced?

4. Describe their worst nightmare.

5. List 3 fears; one “surface level” fear, one “repressed” fear, and one “deep dark” fear.

6. What is something that never fails to make them feel sick?

7. What feature (physical or otherwise) do they hate most about themselves?

8. Do they have anything that triggers them?

9. What is their greatest physical weakness?

10. What is their greatest mental weakness?

11. Do they have any vices?

12. Have they ever done something illegal? What was it?

13. Which of the 7 Deadly Sins best describes them?

14. Are they prone to outbursts (of violence, extreme emotion… exc… )?

15. Who do they hate the most?

16. Is there anyone who makes them feel inferior?

17. What sound always gives them a headache?

18. Is there a certain flavor that disgusts them?

19. Do they consider themselves ugly?

20. Do they consider themselves unloveable?

21. What is something that causes them great anxiety?

22. Do they have any mental illnesses?

23. Have they ever been assaulted/abused/raped?

24. Do they fear the possibility of being assaulted/abused/raped?

25. Have they ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust?

26. Have they ever been seriously injured?

27. How many times have they been in the hospital?

28. Is there a certain type of person that disgusts them?

29. Does what they cannot see scare them?

30. Have they ever been bullied?

31. Do they have self-confidence or self-image issues?

32. Do they have a bad relationship with their parents?

33. Have they ever been in a relationship that didn’t work out so well?

34. Have they ever self harmed?

35. If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

36. Are they in control of their emotions, or are their emotions in control of them?

37. Have they ever had their freedom taken away?

38. Have they ever been imprisoned?

39. Have they ever been accused of something they didn’t do?

40. Do they often blame themselves for other people’s problems?

41. Do they get sick often?

42. Are they comfortable with where they are in life?

43. Do they wish that they could change their pasts?

44. What’s one thing they wish they could do more often, but can’t?

45. What is the emotion they most commonly experience?

46. Have they ever contemplated suicide?

47. Have they ever gone so far as to attempt suicide?

48. Is there anyone that they would willingly kill?

49. If [name] was put into ______ situation, they’d rather die than live to see it through.

50. Create your own!

Ask anyone anything!

Please ask these for Kai and Rhys; these are fantastic for development! 

My kinda meme

Sure why not. I’m terrible at answering prompts these days but heck, maybe.

(via dyinghistoric)

speckeltail asked: okay, so, an au where your ocs all work shitty retail jobs

Oh dear Christ.  Okay, let’s see, I don’t make OC’s for fic as a rule, and my OC’s for my original writing all tend to be really aggressive people, this should be fun.  I’ll just pick five at random.

• Sam Lightworth, Horseman of Death and unwilling Antichrist and my fave: she’s the best salesperson in the house, no one is disputing this, she could sell light switches to the Amish and matchboxes in Hell so they’re not going to fire her, but she’s also on so much probation always.  A short list of highlights from the notes in Sam’s file:
  
• punched a customer in the nose for flicking water at her
• found a customer rifling through the shirts she’d just spent an hour folding and almost broke their fingers
• responded to a crying child by setting him on a shelf and telling him that if he wasn’t good she’d sell him (in her defense, it worked)
• threw a grown man into a wall so hard she knocked him out when he tried to grab her ass (the manager doesn’t know how she managed it and doesn’t WANT to know, okay, he deals with too much shit to ask how she sent someone flying without a finger laid on them)
• was found in store at opening with what looked suspiciously like a hellhound (there is a sign, okay, it’s very unambiguous, no pets allowed)

• Max, no last name, my spy-slash-technopath from this novel: she used to work on the floor but she’s shit at selling things and only slightly better at giving directions, so they shoved her in a glorified janitor’s closet with the security system and told her to keep it running.  She helps make sure there’s never any video evidence of Sam’s antics.

• Gwynion, erstwhile Prince of the Unseelie Court and ex-assassination victim, because we need a guy in here somewhere: he’s very polite, which has him one up on Sam, and very efficient, which has him one up on Max, but he’s also…look, the manager isn’t accusing anyone of anything, but no one ever found that one woman who tried to grope Gwynion, okay, the manager’s not saying she disappeared.  He’s just saying they never found her.  There’s a difference.

• Sephie, from this: honestly Sephie doesn’t deserve this, Sephie deserves better than this bullshit and these coworkers, she is a Normal Human trying to pay rent and she needs a drink.  Nonetheless, she gets along famously with everyone and doesn’t mind working the register since Sam isn’t trusted to do it and Gwynion seems prone to causing equipment fry-age.  Sephie is also gunning for the managerial position when their current boss inevitably caves, and stands to make a tidy sum in the pool given the newest hire.

• Angharad “Harry” Ainsel, from this (parts are noted ‘first,’ ‘second,’ ‘third’): the new hire.  The manager almost cried when she walked in, because no one who wanders around with that strange bone crown is going to be a good thing.  She’s almost as good as Sam at the sales end of things, but she’s also making people sign things that don’t look like receipts and has offered to exchange two return items for changeling children.  Also, the bike rack is for bikes, and the no pets allowed thing should cover the bike rack, as far as the manager knows, which means the warhorse is definitely contraindicated.

• Bonus sixth headcanon: the manager quits within three weeks of Harry’s hire (with the apparent intent to move to Bangkok or somewhere similarly distant), Harry and Sephie shake hands as soon as Sephie’s signed her new managerial contract, and the Huntsmaster leaves in the middle of her shift and doesn’t come back to work.  Sephie, when asked how she knows Harry and could she get Sam one of those nice daggers she carried, shrugs and says that her girlfriend has contacts.

Methods of Inheritance

I’m on very strict orders to put out the third section today, so here, this is the last section of this story.  Murder happens, if blood is an issue for you.  If you haven’t read them yet, here are Parts the First and Second.

Here are the things that everyone knows about Harry Ainsel.

One. Harry is short for Angharad, a nickname taken after years of mangled pronunciations and never shrugged off. (Fact: ‘Angharad’ means ‘more love,’ which Harry has always found funny, in a bitter and ironic sort of way. ‘Harry’ means nothing at all, and she is easier behind the armor of it.)

Two. Harry was born at the last stroke of sundown on the spring equinox.  (Fact: this information could not be hidden from her cousin, and they could not be convinced to hide such a prime weapon from the rest of the world.  Harry has borne up under the hisses of ‘half-folk’ and ‘shadow-girl’ for nineteen years, with teeth and fists clenched tight.)

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Methods of Inheritance

It only took me like two weeks to have enough free time to post the second part of this, but HERE.  And here’s Part the First.

Here are the signs that every child learns in the fifth grade.

One.  Exhaustion, coupled with crippling insomnia.  (Fact: Harry should have seen the circles under her best friend’s eyes, and the loll of her head as she fought to focus in class.)

Two.  A gleam in the eye, a silver sheen to throw back light when struck at the right angle. (Fact: the darker the eye, the more obscure the glint.  Harry knows this, but cannot help but blame herself for missing it.)

Three.  Carelessness trending toward ruthlessness, toward anyone not considered a personal possession.  (Fact: the boy who had upset Harry had not deserved the cracked ribs, nor the shattered nose.  He certainly had not deserved the cold gaze and mocking laugh that fell on him as he lay bleeding in the dirt.)

Four.  A sudden disinterest in sleeping altogether, and a total vanishing of the need. (Fact: Harry had thought this enviable, in her more bitterly whimsical moments of high school.)

Five.  A crippling fear of iron, and blackened burns on contact.  (Fact: Harry has not considered herself clever since she was fifteen, because it was only the sight of her best friend cringing back from a wrought iron fence that made the connection between her strange behavior and the lectures they had heard about children stolen and replaced with something else.)

Six.  Total disintegration of the mortal glamour.  (Fact: Marys had been so lovely, standing in the sunlight, all sharp ears and sharper eyes, that Harry had almost wept.  She still hates herself a little, that the tears in her eyes were not of grief.)

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Put this on my headstone

So I wrote a short story that I’ve been posting on here bit by bit (I WILL POST THE NEXT SECTION, I SWEAR TO GOD) and I happened to have written it for a class and I brought it in to be critiqued and I just.  I can die happy, because I straight-up witnessed a room full of Very Serious Critical Authors (yes I am a little derisive of my Very Pompous College Peers) get into a violent ship war.  It escalated to shouting, the teacher looked horrified, and at least two people had brought in copies of the story annotated to support their ship–and these two came in armed and loaded for bear.  Or heteronormativity, but same difference.

And so after class I came back to my dorm room and burst through the door and announced to my roommate: 

“I have thrown the golden apple of ambiguous lesbianism among the masses and war has broken out.”

And honestly I’ve never been so proud of a sentence that ever came out of my mouth.

Methods of Inheritance

Here are the rules that every child learns in kindergarten.

One. Only an uncared-for child or a great fool is caught outside after dark on the equinoxes.  (Fact: Harry is an A-average student with a knack for real-world applications and logical thinking.  Appropriate conclusions may be drawn.)

Two. If you hear the Horns, you will run. (Fact: Harry has excellent hearing, and the Horns carry on the wind like ashes from a wildfire.)

Three.  If you run, they have to chase you.  (Fact: Harry does not remember when she moved, but her legs burn and each footstep seems to thunder like a drumbeat.)

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