And From This Ask Game, Pls? Also Good To See You Around, Eve! Sending Good ~~ Vibes ~~ And Good Luck

☕️ and ⛸️ from this ask game, pls? also good to see you around, eve! sending good ~~ vibes ~~ and good luck to ya. :3 - 💫 (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

enchant you're an angel <33 sending good vibes back because you gave me no names, I will take the liberty of picking two characters for each question from a quest of cards and calamity ☕️ Hot Cocoa: what do your OCs do if they need reassurance or comfort? Do they talk to someone/fall back on a certain activity? Alex (prior to the narrative) often needed reassurance and comfort, since their curse messed up interactions with people and basic tasks, yet they believed the faults were their own. So there are many afternoons where they are found sitting on the large windowsill in their room with the windows flung open, vibing with the animals - a capybara on their lap, a tapir by their side, and various birds on their shoulders and in their hair. Animals don't judge and no one goes to that part of the forest. Bennie destressed in his garden. After a long day dealing with customers who could somehow never interpret his painstakingly simple instructions correctly and minor injuries they could have tended to at home, they find no better place to be than among dirt and leaves. Covered all the way up to his elbows in earth, weeds curling and dying in the folds of his skirt, and a trowel waiting to be used by their side.

⛸️ Ice Skating: tell us about a skill your OC has. Is it unusual? Something they worked hard on? Does it ever come in handy? Cuckoo (when magic was around) was really great at manipulating the taste of things with their illusions. She would mess with people at the circus, often making some panic by making them think they were eating something they were allergic to when they were actually okay. They used it often when bouncing from village to village - she'd make chefs or patrons think food had spoiled so they would throw it out for her to eat. Though, sometimes she still made a scene in a restaurant. Just for fun. Maggie translated her wealth of knowledge for intricate braids - which came from days of practice being shut up in the house for her own protection - to learning to tie a myriad of sea-worthy knots. She hasn't used that skill yet, but she's sure it'll come in handy someday. Maybe. Hopefully.

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Hello! For the winter asks:

🧤Gloves: share a snippet you’re particularly proud of!

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I know I know this isn't from any wip but I did write a really great description from a horror short story.

Quick narrative summary: Super dedicated scholar is trying to save the library of Alexandria before Emperor Theodosius I can have it destroyed. He finds an old scroll with a protection ritual on the back, collected by Callimachus about the grecco-egyptian god of the city, Serapis.

I shudder to think what would have happened if this statue would have looked at if left to weather the elements. It likely would have been covered in moss, making any hairy areas seem as though the statue was coming to life, and crawling vines would have overtaken it like veins bursting from the skin. Fortunately, this was not the case. Unfortunately, the damages done were far worse. The hound Cerberus at his feet looked almost like a normal dog — only one of his three heads was complete, the other two lacking ears and nose and jowls. The remaining head had what would have been its skull caved in. It made the dog look murderous, eyes narrowed, remains of his latest meal rubble between his fangs. Serapis’ legs and lower toga looked like tree bark, chipped and pockmarked by shards from destruction occurring higher up. His chair was on the edge of toppling over, the back legs knocked clean away. I held up what was once his upright arm that held a scroll from our great library — it had flown halfway across the open space — and I could see matching divots where the arm was used as a club to knock out the legs. Serapis’ chest was caved in, though the rubble in his lap constituted more than the missing chunks from his chest; this was likely where his other arm had ended up. His face was unrecognizable. Upon further inspection, it seemed a fist had done this damage, though no blood had been left on the stone. Holding up my own fist to the veritable pebbles in the crater, the damage seemed to have been done by a similarly sized hand. There seemed to be anger emanating from the statue, though because of what I can only speculate on; perhaps the destruction of the statue itself, or of the city Serapis holds so dear.

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🍲 for your newest wip?

Gladly! I have the perfect thing

🍲 Soup: share a snippet where a character does something kind.

"Cuckoo," Maggie said, fixing them with a glare as Cuckoo sprawled out on her carpet. "What are you doing here?"

Cuckoo blew their hair out of their face. "Oh, y'know. The usual."

Maggie raised an eyebrow.

"I found-"

"Stole?"

"Found a new trinket I thought you'd like," Cuckoo corrected.

Maggie was unimpressed. "And you're delivering this so late because?"

"I saw your lights on. And I didn't see you outside watching your girlfriend painting the sunset," Cuckoo stated, as if it was obvious.

"That's not creepy at all."

Cuckoo sighed. "Oh, come on," they wheeled. "You know I'm in the area all the time. I figured..." they rolled over and sat up, pushing their fingers against Maggie's hip which was not taking any of her weight. Maggie winced. "I was right, obviously. They were coddling you and you need cheering up."

They yanked her hand down, pulling themself to their knees, and dropped a silver locket unceremoniously into her palm.

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shoutout to the mutuals that i am scared to talk to bc they are really cool. love you guys

Ambrose!!!!!! He looks amazing!!

[ID: a digitally painted portrait of my OC Ambrose Beake from @crimson-spine. Ambrose is a pale half-elf with light blue hair and eyes. He wears navy potion robes with gold trim and geometric gold accents. He’s looking straight at the camera with a serious expression. end ID]

Commission of Ambrose Beake from @crimson-spine !

Look at him!! If you were Eli Valenz and this guy walked up to your shop and introduced himself as the rival potion shopkeeper across the street, what would you do?? 

Personally, I would die. There’s no way I could compete with this guy. I’d go “sorry sir, I’ll leave immediately, also here’s my number if you would ever dare stoop to my level, okay bye.”

Good thing Eli does the opposite, or else I wouldn’t have a story to tell.

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shoutout to the mutuals that i am scared to talk to bc they are really cool. love you guys