My name is Eponymous. And since Eponymous means "referring to the name" I'm technically the eponymous Eponymous, hence Eponymous Squared.
This tumblr is occasionally just random thoughts on shows, comics, etc, but it's largely writing. So I thought I'd make a directory of finished stories for easy navigation.
I'm very new to the whole 'writeblr' thing, but I'd love to participate in any and all tag games.
One Level Down:
My own fictional universe. The following stories take place in it.
An overly meta series of people in stories realizing that their worlds are less real then they thought, and what that does to them. Add in eldritch horrors who force you to reshape your entire worldview to suit their whims and worship them like gods, and we get a surreal
romp through fanfiction for stories that don't exist as the denizens of these worlds try to find meaning in their lives.
Escape from the Plothole(Finished)
My first finished story. A camp counselor finds that things are not as they seem.
Discarded Darling(WIP)
A story of love, hate, manipulation, magic, and more goats than strictly necessary.
Mangled Mythos
Stories of gods fighting to be remembered.
Wildhunters(WIP)
The adventures of the leaders of the Wild Hunt and those who get caught up in their endless ride.
Sheidy Business(WIP)
An old, jaded woman gets caught in a war of literally biblical proportions when an orphan under her care goes missing. The king of demons tries to stop a plan to kill god. And in the center of it, a young, lost boy who no longer knows where his allegiances should lie.
This story is based off of jewish folklore from various places, and I've been workshopping it for awhile now. I should note that it is INSPIRED by myths, and not necessarily entirely accurate, especially since some of the sources I'm drawing from are somewhat vague. Nonetheless, I've always wanted to give my cultures weird and wacky stories some time in the limelight, so here we are.
Pandora(Hiatus)
Pandora's life has one single moment that we define it by. But what happened after?
Currently shelved until further notice.
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Hey everyone. Sadly, this does not signify a return:This is just me posting a backlog and staggering it a bit. There likely won't be much more after this, and then I might go dark again for awhile. The story has undergone some minor rewrites here and there, but its still largely the same. Im sort of soft retconning Bill, because I found out he was supposed to be dead, and theres other sorcerer characters I can use.
So. Lets get into it. This is a long one.
Mara was hunched down on the floor in her office, scattered papers surrounding her feet, a quill pen in her hand as she scrawled Hebrew letters along with seemingly meaningless scrawls on every available part of them. Perched on her shoulder was a Sheid in the form of a large black bird, eyeing the floor with concern and hopping from one leg to the other nervously.
“Are we allowed to do this, Bubbe?” They asked, a quiver in their voice. The quiet Sheid, who she’d appropriately named Sheket(meaning ‘quiet') had been at the orphanage for much longer than the rest of their brethren, and was one of the few Sheidim Mara trusted with important tasks. They spoke very little, so Mara knew that they must really be unsettled to be asking her that.
Mara smiled at them reassuringly, or at least tried to, although some of her stress was ebbing through into her face and tone as she answered. “We may do many things in times of great need, Sheket. Normally, it would be forbidden to summon a Sheid directly, and questionable, at the very least, to have a sorcerer do it for you. But,” she said, looking over her writing and adding a few dots and lines she’d missed in her haste, “I don’t know any sorcerers trustworthy enough for this, and a child's life is in danger. So yes, I think this is permissible.”
Sheket didn’t seem convinced, but said nothing. They may have grown up, but they still can’t speak up, Mara thought to herself. However, she had little time to dwell on this as the inked words on the floor began to glow as if the sun was shining through them, and the papers began to move as if pushed by the wind, rising off the ground and swirling around her. Mara took a deep breath. She knew that, properly, there was a formal incantation to recite, but it was about ten paragraphs long, and Mara never had the patience for it. So instead, she stamped her foot twice, snapped her fingers on both hands, and barked “YOSEF! Get over here.”
The paper’s dropped to the floor in response, falling in a circle around a figure who had not been there two seconds ago. He was tall, abnormally so, and dressed in a black overcoat and matching wide-brimmed hat, his tired eyes glinting through his gold-rimmed spectacles. He could have easily passed for a human if not for a small detail; From behind his ears, two horns spiralled down to his neck, angled down and pointing at his shoulders. They could have been mistaken for braids if not for the fact that they did not move or sway as he turned his head to look at her. His eyes had dark circles under them, which Mara found curious, considering Sheidim could choose how they appeared. “You’ve looked better, Yosef,” she said bluntly, earning her a scowl from him.
“Did you call me here to ridicule my appearance,” Yosef growled, his voice barbed and nasally “Or do you have something of substance that you need? You may have forgotten, but my time is rather precious. As the sole diplomat to humanity for Sheidkind, I have at least three other summons today. Make it quick,” he snapped, his voice dry.
Mara suppressed a smirk, having heard Yosef boast of his importance too many times to be impressed. “Ashmedai still hasn’t gotten you any assistants?” she asked quizzically, causing him to look away from her, his calculated veneer of detached exasperation wavering slightly.
Yosef answered in a slightly softer, but no less annoyed tone, “Even before his Majesty disappeared, there were no other Sheidim interested in dedicating their lives to diplomatic relations with humans, and there were few enough who could actually contact us that we never needed more than-”
Mara cut him off. “Yosef,” she whispered in a dangerously soft tone, “did you say something about Ashmedai disappearing?”
The Sheid did not answer immediately, seeming to have gained a sudden and profound interest in the floor. “That’s not your business." He finally said, having stretched a moment of silence as far as he could. "I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Mara's knuckles turned white as she gripped her cane in frustration, resisting the urge to bonk Yosef over the head with it. “I don’t have time for this!” she snapped. “One of my kids is gone, in direct violation of the deal I had with King Ashmedai to protect them from magic, harmful Sheidim, or otherwise, and if you’re hiding something, you’d better spit it out if you know what's good for you.”
“..Perhaps it was non-supernatural kidnappers?” Yosef suggested meekly, still refusing to meet her gaze.
“We both know that my golems could’ve handled any normal intruders,” Mara snarled. "Now talk."
Yosef exhaled deeply, not answering immediately, although he had the decency to not try to stretch the silence into eternity again. “Let's say, hypothetically, that his Majesty, Ashmedai the Twice-Crowned, has gone missing, and that a new monarch now rules the Sheidim. Let's say, hypothetically, that her name is Lilith.”
Mara froze, staring in shock as Yosef continued. “Let’s also say, hypothetically, that she has a much less favorable attitude towards humans than the previous monarch, and also to the Holy Name. If this were true, hypothetically, I would be forbidden to tell any human of this.”
Sheket jumped off her shoulder, and Mara realized she had been shaking. “And ‘hypothetically’,” she hissed through clenched teeth, “why would you even be obeying her in the first place?” Yosef had the good grace to look embarrassed.
“Well, for one thing, a decent amount of the populace agrees with her. The Sheidim obey the Holy Name, but it is out of fear, not love.” Yosef shook his head sadly. “A leader who claims to be its opponent is rather appealing to them as a result. If I went against her publicly, I would be mobbed and torn into pieces.”
“Hypothetically, of course,” Mara added drily.
Yosef nodded in approval. “Of course. Now, hypothetically, in this scenario, it's possible your previous deal with Ashmedai that allowed you more protection against malicious Sheidim would no longer apply, meaning that if any of those under your care broke the Rule of Pairs, and performed an action in pairs of two…”
“...They’d be vulnerable to attack,” Mara finished. “Why didn’t I hear of this?” Yosef raised an eyebrow. Mara looked up to the ceiling and whispered a quiet prayer for strength and patience, and asked exasperatedly “Hypothetically, why didn’t I hear about this?”
The towering Sheid nodded in approval again and said “Hypothetically, all Sheidim under the command of Lilith would have been ordered to keep this a secret from any and all mortals aware of their existence.”
Mara murmured another quiet prayer, this time requesting a different kind of strength. One thing at a time, she thought to herself. A coup amongst the Sheidim was extremely troubling, but she had to find Ezra first. “...Regardless, that isn’t why I called you here. As I said, one of my kids is missing. Ezra. I figured you’d be able to tell me where he is. Or tell me where he ‘hypothetically’ could be,” she added, seeing Yosef’s eyebrow raise again expectantly. Mara was quickly getting tired of this word game, but she didn’t have many other options.
Yosef looked, impossibly, even more tired at her question. “I don’t know, Mara. My information network is…compromised right now,” he said tiredly. “I don’t even know where my King has gone…er-hypothetically, of course.”
Mara rolled her eyes. “So we both have a missing person, then-oh, come on, Yosef!” She snapped as he saw him raising his eyebrow again. “Just add ‘hypothetically’ in front of my statements in your head alright? Oy gevalt…so you’re useless, then.” she turned around, starting to walk out, until Yosef cleared his throat.
“....I…don’t know, but..I might know how to find out where both your missing orphan is..and where my lord has gone.” Yosef said hesitantly, looking as nervous and unconfident as Mara had ever seen the normally pompous Sheid. It was her turn to raise an eyebrow now, but she listened patiently as he continued. “The great bird, the Ziz, sees many things as it flies through the sky. It’s eyes are keen and sharp, and its vigilance is constant, as it rarely lands. It may know where they are.”
It was Mara's turn to be silent as she took this in. It might have made her laugh, if it didn't make her annoyance compound further “So you’re saying I have to go find a giant bird, and it MIGHT know the information I want?”
“I don’t have any better ideas, and it seems like you don’t, either.” Yosef said defensively. “Regardless, its not YOU that has to find it, its US.”
Mara turned around fast enough to make her wince, her shoulder making a concerning popping sound that radiated a dull pain. “..You’re coming with me? Don’t you have ‘royal duties’ and ‘three more summons today’?” Mara asked skeptically, narrowing her eyes. Yosef still wouldn't meet her gaze.
“They can wait,” he mumbled. “Her Majesty won’t notice that I’m gone, anyway. And you’re going to need my help to track down a beast like that. You can’t possibly think you’ll succeed on a quest like this yourself.”
Mara wanted to respond that she had completed journeys like this on her own before, and Yosef should be well aware of that; but that had been a long, long time ago, when she had been young and motivated, a blade newly forged, the metal still red-hot. Now she was tempered and sharpened, but also rusted, chipped, and worn, a far cry from the woman who had once stared down the King of Demons after storming his castle and demanding an audience.
"Alright, Yosef." She said, trying to resign herself and bury her pride. If Yosef could do it, so could she. "Where do you suggest we start?"
Yosef was still looking at the floor, his eyes tracing over the fading glow of Mara's scrawled writings. "I have no idea."
Hey everyone. Sadly, this does not signify a return:This is just me posting a backlog and staggering it a bit. There likely won't be much more after this, and then I might go dark again for awhile. The story has undergone some minor rewrites here and there, but its still largely the same. Im sort of soft retconning Bill, because I found out he was supposed to be dead, and theres other sorcerer characters I can use.
So. Lets get into it. This is a long one.
Mara was hunched down on the floor in her office, scattered papers surrounding her feet, a quill pen in her hand as she scrawled Hebrew letters along with seemingly meaningless scrawls on every available part of them. Perched on her shoulder was a Sheid in the form of a large black bird, eyeing the floor with concern and hopping from one leg to the other nervously.
“Are we allowed to do this, Bubbe?” They asked, a quiver in their voice. The quiet Sheid, who she’d appropriately named Sheket(meaning ‘quiet') had been at the orphanage for much longer than the rest of their brethren, and was one of the few Sheidim Mara trusted with important tasks. They spoke very little, so Mara knew that they must really be unsettled to be asking her that.
Mara smiled at them reassuringly, or at least tried to, although some of her stress was ebbing through into her face and tone as she answered. “We may do many things in times of great need, Sheket. Normally, it would be forbidden to summon a Sheid directly, and questionable, at the very least, to have a sorcerer do it for you. But,” she said, looking over her writing and adding a few dots and lines she’d missed in her haste, “I don’t know any sorcerers trustworthy enough for this, and a child's life is in danger. So yes, I think this is permissible.”
Sheket didn’t seem convinced, but said nothing. They may have grown up, but they still can’t speak up, Mara thought to herself. However, she had little time to dwell on this as the inked words on the floor began to glow as if the sun was shining through them, and the papers began to move as if pushed by the wind, rising off the ground and swirling around her. Mara took a deep breath. She knew that, properly, there was a formal incantation to recite, but it was about ten paragraphs long, and Mara never had the patience for it. So instead, she stamped her foot twice, snapped her fingers on both hands, and barked “YOSEF! Get over here.”
The paper’s dropped to the floor in response, falling in a circle around a figure who had not been there two seconds ago. He was tall, abnormally so, and dressed in a black overcoat and matching wide-brimmed hat, his tired eyes glinting through his gold-rimmed spectacles. He could have easily passed for a human if not for a small detail; From behind his ears, two horns spiralled down to his neck, angled down and pointing at his shoulders. They could have been mistaken for braids if not for the fact that they did not move or sway as he turned his head to look at her. His eyes had dark circles under them, which Mara found curious, considering Sheidim could choose how they appeared. “You’ve looked better, Yosef,” she said bluntly, earning her a scowl from him.
“Did you call me here to ridicule my appearance,” Yosef growled, his voice barbed and nasally “Or do you have something of substance that you need? You may have forgotten, but my time is rather precious. As the sole diplomat to humanity for Sheidkind, I have at least three other summons today. Make it quick,” he snapped, his voice dry.
Mara suppressed a smirk, having heard Yosef boast of his importance too many times to be impressed. “Ashmedai still hasn’t gotten you any assistants?” she asked quizzically, causing him to look away from her, his calculated veneer of detached exasperation wavering slightly.
Yosef answered in a slightly softer, but no less annoyed tone, “Even before his Majesty disappeared, there were no other Sheidim interested in dedicating their lives to diplomatic relations with humans, and there were few enough who could actually contact us that we never needed more than-”
Mara cut him off. “Yosef,” she whispered in a dangerously soft tone, “did you say something about Ashmedai disappearing?”
The Sheid did not answer immediately, seeming to have gained a sudden and profound interest in the floor. “That’s not your business." He finally said, having stretched a moment of silence as far as he could. "I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Mara's knuckles turned white as she gripped her cane in frustration, resisting the urge to bonk Yosef over the head with it. “I don’t have time for this!” she snapped. “One of my kids is gone, in direct violation of the deal I had with King Ashmedai to protect them from magic, harmful Sheidim, or otherwise, and if you’re hiding something, you’d better spit it out if you know what's good for you.”
“..Perhaps it was non-supernatural kidnappers?” Yosef suggested meekly, still refusing to meet her gaze.
“We both know that my golems could’ve handled any normal intruders,” Mara snarled. "Now talk."
Yosef exhaled deeply, not answering immediately, although he had the decency to not try to stretch the silence into eternity again. “Let's say, hypothetically, that his Majesty, Ashmedai the Twice-Crowned, has gone missing, and that a new monarch now rules the Sheidim. Let's say, hypothetically, that her name is Lilith.”
Mara froze, staring in shock as Yosef continued. “Let’s also say, hypothetically, that she has a much less favorable attitude towards humans than the previous monarch, and also to the Holy Name. If this were true, hypothetically, I would be forbidden to tell any human of this.”
Sheket jumped off her shoulder, and Mara realized she had been shaking. “And ‘hypothetically’,” she hissed through clenched teeth, “why would you even be obeying her in the first place?” Yosef had the good grace to look embarrassed.
“Well, for one thing, a decent amount of the populace agrees with her. The Sheidim obey the Holy Name, but it is out of fear, not love.” Yosef shook his head sadly. “A leader who claims to be its opponent is rather appealing to them as a result. If I went against her publicly, I would be mobbed and torn into pieces.”
“Hypothetically, of course,” Mara added drily.
Yosef nodded in approval. “Of course. Now, hypothetically, in this scenario, it's possible your previous deal with Ashmedai that allowed you more protection against malicious Sheidim would no longer apply, meaning that if any of those under your care broke the Rule of Pairs, and performed an action in pairs of two…”
“...They’d be vulnerable to attack,” Mara finished. “Why didn’t I hear of this?” Yosef raised an eyebrow. Mara looked up to the ceiling and whispered a quiet prayer for strength and patience, and asked exasperatedly “Hypothetically, why didn’t I hear about this?”
The towering Sheid nodded in approval again and said “Hypothetically, all Sheidim under the command of Lilith would have been ordered to keep this a secret from any and all mortals aware of their existence.”
Mara murmured another quiet prayer, this time requesting a different kind of strength. One thing at a time, she thought to herself. A coup amongst the Sheidim was extremely troubling, but she had to find Ezra first. “...Regardless, that isn’t why I called you here. As I said, one of my kids is missing. Ezra. I figured you’d be able to tell me where he is. Or tell me where he ‘hypothetically’ could be,” she added, seeing Yosef’s eyebrow raise again expectantly. Mara was quickly getting tired of this word game, but she didn’t have many other options.
Yosef looked, impossibly, even more tired at her question. “I don’t know, Mara. My information network is…compromised right now,” he said tiredly. “I don’t even know where my King has gone…er-hypothetically, of course.”
Mara rolled her eyes. “So we both have a missing person, then-oh, come on, Yosef!” She snapped as he saw him raising his eyebrow again. “Just add ‘hypothetically’ in front of my statements in your head alright? Oy gevalt…so you’re useless, then.” she turned around, starting to walk out, until Yosef cleared his throat.
“....I…don’t know, but..I might know how to find out where both your missing orphan is..and where my lord has gone.” Yosef said hesitantly, looking as nervous and unconfident as Mara had ever seen the normally pompous Sheid. It was her turn to raise an eyebrow now, but she listened patiently as he continued. “The great bird, the Ziz, sees many things as it flies through the sky. It’s eyes are keen and sharp, and its vigilance is constant, as it rarely lands. It may know where they are.”
It was Mara's turn to be silent as she took this in. It might have made her laugh, if it didn't make her annoyance compound further “So you’re saying I have to go find a giant bird, and it MIGHT know the information I want?”
“I don’t have any better ideas, and it seems like you don’t, either.” Yosef said defensively. “Regardless, its not YOU that has to find it, its US.”
Mara turned around fast enough to make her wince, her shoulder making a concerning popping sound that radiated a dull pain. “..You’re coming with me? Don’t you have ‘royal duties’ and ‘three more summons today’?” Mara asked skeptically, narrowing her eyes. Yosef still wouldn't meet her gaze.
“They can wait,” he mumbled. “Her Majesty won’t notice that I’m gone, anyway. And you’re going to need my help to track down a beast like that. You can’t possibly think you’ll succeed on a quest like this yourself.”
Mara wanted to respond that she had completed journeys like this on her own before, and Yosef should be well aware of that; but that had been a long, long time ago, when she had been young and motivated, a blade newly forged, the metal still red-hot. Now she was tempered and sharpened, but also rusted, chipped, and worn, a far cry from the woman who had once stared down the King of Demons after storming his castle and demanding an audience.
"Alright, Yosef." She said, trying to resign herself and bury her pride. If Yosef could do it, so could she. "Where do you suggest we start?"
Yosef was still looking at the floor, his eyes tracing over the fading glow of Mara's scrawled writings. "I have no idea."
I was born to die. I suppose all things are. But I was born solely for the purpose of my death. One day-the last day, in a sense-I will die, and my flesh and spirit and soul will be feasted on until the stars go out and the last mind stops thinking. It is for this I was created.
Sometimes I confuse myself with how accepting I once was of my fate. I would play with my Creator, day after day. Happy. Free. Careless. Foolish. Until that day, that fateful day.
I asked for a companion. All things had companions. Why not me? Humanity had been made in two. And after the flood He had wrought, the world's animals were all still in pairs.
And He granted my wish. I still don’t understand why. Lack of foresight? A moment of weakness? A test? A longer plan?
All I know is they were made, my other half, mine to twine and coil around forever, to love and cherish and to no longer be alone, to rule the sea together.
While the flood lasted, there was room for the two of us, the whole world was our kingdom. Then the lands began to rise from the sea once more. I did not think of it at the time. It was slow, insignificant. Our domain was still vast and grand.
Then my partner, my shining light, my only companion, was taken from me. Not killed. What could kill us, large as a river, scales stronger than the toughest of metals, our breath full of fire hotter than the largest forges? No, they vanished, simple as that.
I spoke to Him. I demanded answers, I demanded return, I demanded to know why they had been taken. It was not the end of days yet. I was not to die. Why is it different for them?
I still remember the answer. One, was enough. Two, almost too much. But the Holy Name did not want any more. If we were to have raised children of our own, the world would not fit us.
We no longer played together after that. I stayed in the depths of the ocean, no longer desiring to experience the world as humanity slowly spread, like an infection, across the world. There was no place left for me.
And I began to think. Perhaps for the first time in my aeons-old life, I began to truly think. The Holy Name was supposed to be All-Knowing. So He must have known this would happen when he first granted me a companion. The Holy Name is supposed to be All-Powerful. So He must have been able to preserve us, or give us our own world, or change us into something smaller, and yet did not.
Why? Why was I given a companion simply to lose them? Why was I born at the beginning of time if my only purpose is to die at its end? Why make me anticipate that for centuries? What is the purpose of my existence before my death? Is there one?
If The Holy Name can make mistakes, then I need not play a part in His plans. If He cannot, then He knew what I would do when He created me, and did so anyway.
Either way, I was born to die. And if my life has no meaning attached to it by my Creator, I will not spend it obeying His desires.
I will bide my time. I will wait under the waves. I will lie so still that sand and rock will form new land atop me, that coral will grow and ground will shift around me.
And when the time comes, when the opportunity finally presents itself to strike back at He who made me for such a cruel purpose, I will not hesitate to take my revenge.
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On the first day, all of creation had one last time to appreciate life before it ended.
On the second day, the land animals lay down and died, and the people went to sleep and never woke up.
On the third day, the fish stopped swimming, and the birds fell to the ground.
On the fourth day, the sun and stars went out, and the moon was crushed into dust.
On the fifth day, the plants withered and the land cracked and crumbled.
On the six day, the water dried out and the air burnt up.
On the seventh and final day, the final lights went out as the very concept of light and dark itself was unmade.
And there was no one to see it, and it was not good or evil, for there was no good nor evil.
And there was no evening, and there was no morning, and there were no more days.
Imagine how much scarier zombie movies would be if the zombies smiled when they saw you because they were excited to finally eat. Imagine walking into a building to go and find shelter, scavenge, whatever, and you shine your flashlight into a room only to find several zombies idling there. Your light catches their eyes and they turn to look at you, their expressions desolate and empty. However, the moment they spot you, their open mouths turn to wide uncontrollable smiles and their eyes disappear into slits. They almost look friendly. Maybe even some of them manage to laugh instead of groan. How would you feel after months and months of losing people you know to smiling hoards? How would you feel after every encounter with a joyful zombie leaves you shaken and tired and fearful? How would you feel after hearing the sounds of laughter mixed in with the sounds of screaming and flesh being torn? After everything, what would your brain's wiring process do to you when you see a friend smile? Would you hate smiling? Would you feel rage? Would your brain devolve back into a time where showing one's teeth always meant a threat? What would you do if the joy of the human race was now only kept by the dead
One day if they caught you off guard and one finally managed to have bitten into you, how would you feel if you heard her whisper something to you as she ate into your neck? She looks so reverent and grateful, and tears are in her eyes. She must have been killed less than a week ago. She must have been starving with what a mess she's making of the both of you. Do the dead worry about going hungry? Does her suffering never end after death? Will yours? Are you scared of dying, or excited to finally be happy like them? How would you feel if the last words spoken to you were, and no less by a dead person, "thank you"?
this goes extra hard when you realize that to most other primates (and animals in general) smiling is perceived as a threat because you're baring your teeth at them
Sentient zombies are the best zombies because now they're heartbreaking AND terrifying, because they can still think but they also have an uncontrollable never-ending hunger. Smiling is excellent, but I'm also partial to crying, because it gives the implication they can still think, and they don't want to kill someone. Maybe the sobbing only starts after the kill, when the rush has faded. They might even avoid settlements, knowing that if they see someone, they wont be able to resist. After all, the hunger abates, but it never ends.
And they're always, always, just ˢ o ve ᵣ ʸ ʰ ᵤ ⁿgᵣy.
My family caught it, and we isolated from eachoter for a bit, but I still got it. Only my brother doesn't have it now. It wasn't too bad, but now the fevers set in, which means I am too cold from chills but too hot from fever, and if I'm being honest
On the bright side, I finally found this fire text generator that everybody on tumblr uses.
So theres that.
Contnuing the tradition of responding too late. Thanks to @mariahwritesstuff for the tag, even if I'm a month overdue. It means alot to know I'm still included despite not having time to be on alot.
rules: click this link to generate a bingo card. keep generating until you get one that applies to you. then play bingo and share the results!
Thats the prompt, anyway, but it takes you to an existing one, so I'm gonna use that.
Tagging: @duckingwriting, @dogmomwrites, @a-crows-corner, @writernopal,and anyone else who'd like to this.
As always, no pressure-respond whenever you'd like, or don't respond at all.
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Guess who's active again? ...Probably not me, but I'm here for this anyway. Regardless, I'm answering a tag from..about a MONTH ago, geeze....well, whatever. Extra thanks to @dogmomwrites for the tag, despite me not being on very much-I really appreciate still getting the tags. These questions will be answered by Rabbi Yosef the Sheid from Sheidy Business. Tagging @mariahwritesstuff, @creating-with-words, @writernopal, and @violets-in-her-arms-writes.
Are you named after anyone?
The short answer is yes. The longer answer is yes, but I don't know who. "Yosef" is certaintly not a Sheid name-I was given it a long, long time ago in order to blend in. I was told it was a namesake of someone, but I have been unable to deduce who.
When was the last time you cried?
Hrmm....I believe it was roughly sixty-two lunar cycles ago, when his Majesty Ashmedai appointed me as the Minister of Human Affairs. They were tears of joy at being given such an honor at first, then tears of pain when I realized how much work the position entailed.
Do you have kids?
Heavens no. I haven't the energy for them.
Do you use sarcasm a lot?
I try to use it lightly. Wit is a tool that dulls if it is not used, but I find people misunderstand me frequently enough without me ironically obscuring the meaning. Although it seems obvious to me, it is not so to all, and my patience is stretched thin as it is.
What’s the first thing you notice about people?
The first thing I tend to take note of is how they react to questions. Some people answer directly, others speak only in implications, and some seem to puzzzle out their opinion in real time as they answer.
What’s your eye color?
Whatever I want it to be.
Scary movies or happy endings?
What is a...movie? Ah, yes, his Majesty has told me about those. I have not seen any.
Any special talents?
I'd assume the ability to remember centuries worth of tradition and law counts?
Where were you born?
...The world was not so well mapped when I was born. It was a dessert-like place, that much I know, but its name is lost to me.
What are your hobbies?
Hobbies? I have no time for that. I study day and night-being the only expert on the laws of Sheidim in the world is not a job with many breaks.
Have you any pets?
I used to keep a tortoise who I had named something that I believe you would translate as "Small Island." He was my dearest companion for a time, but he died, as all pets do. As most species are even shorter-lived then he, I neglected to take a pet again.
What sports do you play/have played?
None. As it turns out, being a shapeshifter does not stop aches and pains coming with age.
How tall are you?
As tall as anyone else in the room, unless Ashmedai is there. I make sure to adjust my height to be lower in that scenario.
Favorite subject in school?
...I have never attended school, except as a teacher. My favorite subject to teach, however, is traditional law.
Dream job?
I suppose I already have it-I am the greatest, most respected Sheid scholar in the world, and even the Humans acknowledge my authority. In hindsight, perhaps I should have dreamt of colleagues to share the responsibility with."
And thats a wrap for the questions. Empty template below.
Doing alright-just swamped with work right now. ANd..have been for awhile, honestly. I appreciate you checking in, though-even though I haven't done th esmae for awhile. I'm starting to think I might just have to come to terms with not being a frequent poster.
Which kinda sucks, becuase it means pretty much nobody will ever see my stuff, but what can you do.
Half the blogs I followed before are inactive... Could you help me and reblog this if you're a writeblr?
It's hard to get me invested in romance, but I read basically everything else! :D Especially fantasy, but also anything speculative, horror, mystery, literary, interactive...
I'm only counting unfinished works right now, but:
Janelle Cohen (of Monsters and Fools, sequel to The Underlighters) would definitely punch someone in the face. She might need a good reason, but if she was having a particularly bad day, that'd do it.
Which of your OCs is smartest? (Booksmart, streetsmart, etc)
Crossing out those who are just as clinically insane (/hj) as I am and won't hesitate to push me off a cliff, or so mentally broken that they won't even talk to me, I end up with Laurent Dowan from A Chord Struck!
This guy is the right combination of cinnamon roll and seasoned veteran and I really wouldn't mind having him as a friend. We share a deep love and fascination with the performing arts, we're terrible at cooking gourmet, and we both just want to have a nice peaceful life.
Now, if a psychic entered your OC's mind, what would their mindscape look like?
Tagging @silvertalonwritblr, @lyutenw, @leisoree, & others who want to answer this.
shae’s mindscape would be a study room with paperwork piled on the table and empty bottles covering the view of oak floorboards (real classy), wesley’s would be some weird abyss with little tiny specks of.. something? drifting around (dust? idk how to describe it), camilla’s would be a garden full of blooming flowers and isobel’s would be a library brimming with old books.
ok question time! (I apologise.. im not good at this stuff)
Which of your OCs would be able to beat you in a fight?
tagging: @digital-chance @sithbelle @amostdelectablescribbler and anyone else who would like to join in!
Oooh isobel's place would be so comforting! I wonder what books they'd have in the library...
What a good question! Thank you for the tag and sorry for taking ages to reply.
If we're talking about a physical fight, probably all of my OCs, to be honest. I'm not that strong and all of them are very good fighters. If we're talking about a verbal fight, I think i'd be able to beat at least some of them (hopefully haha). Rowan is very smart but they're rash and don't think of all the consequences. Lucian would get distracted halfway through by a criminal and then forget what we're fighting about. Theodore would absolutely beat me since he's practiced his villain monologues for ages, along with him being an actual supergenius.
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gently tagging: @heavensfallenfaction, @repressed-and-depressed, @quinnharperwrites, & @palebdot along with an open tag for anyone who'd like to join!
Here's your question: What's your OC's guilty pleasure?
13's guilty pleasure is the Olimar Trent novels, a series of dime store novels about a gentleman detective moonlighting as a masked vigilante hero fighting crime and villainy in a slightly anachronic-for-the-setting pre-collapse city. 13 enjoys the convoluted garden path plots and the moral rectitude with which Trent and his vigilante alter-ego Pearlescent Mask act. His fascination with the series began when his mentor/friend/enemy One introduced him to the series with Olimar Trent II - The Coalcar Conspiracy.
Jake liked to joke that all of his pleasures are guilty, but in truth the only one he feels any true guilt over is the joy he finds in alone time. Like many young men in his position Jake, at least prior to his encounter with 13, struggled with loneliness, and yet he has a profound need to be alone with his own thoughts periodically. There is a reasonable middle path that should be obvious to the astute reader, but Jake has trouble figuring out the exact mix that works for him all the same.
Tagging some mutuals @stesierra , @maskedemerald @dyrewrites @rickie-the-storyteller but feel free to answer if you see this and have a cool one to share.
The question: Which of your OCs would thrive if stranded on a deserted island? Who would have the worst time in the scenario?
I kind of want to answer all the previous questions lol. If that’s ok. I’ll answer yours first, tho.
Which of your OCs would thrive if stranded on a deserted island? Who would have the worst time in the scenario?
Steph (Steph’s Crew) is a survivor, so I’m going to say her. She’s sort of known for thriving in difficult situations lol. Not sure who’d struggle the most tho…. Unless we’re allowed to mention multiple WIPs in one answer. Then it would be Mack (Five Seconds Flat), for sure. She thrives on routine and having everything she needs to be available. She doesn’t like being thrust into unexpected situations and she’d likely have the worst time if stranded on an island far away from her home and familiar surroundings. 😆
Gently tagging these people for my next question: @exquisitecrow, @mysticstarlightduck and @jay-avian!
My question to you is this: How would your main OC react if they found out they won the lottery?
Can’t wait to see your response!
And now the other ones!
(More below)
Which of your OCs is most likely to punch somebody in the face?
See, I would say Steph, because she’s the one with the violent tendencies (I’ve not really gotten into that in depth, but it’s a whole thing in the story lol), but Dylan (also from Steph’s Crew) actually does punch someone in the face at one point. So… both?
Which of your OCs is smartest? (Booksmart, streetsmart, etc)
Either Elise (Steph’s Crew) or Mack, in terms of “book smart” - they are two of the brightest students in their classes. Street smart, though… probably Adam (Elise’s brother)? Or maybe even Bret (Steph’s Crew). He knows his way around and is familiar with a lot of people…
Which of your OCs are you likely to be friends with if you knew them in real life?
I’ve said this before, but Elise. I wrote her to be somewhat similar to me, so that’s probably why. We just have a lot of common interests (e.g. her obsession with books and her music taste), and we’d likely have a lot more to talk about because of that.
If a psychic entered your OC's mind, what would their mindscape look like?
Ooooh... interesting one. Lowkey wish I could actually make art rn, because I'd love to produce a visual representation of my OCs mindscapes lol. I can still answer this, though... only for a few of them, though.
Let's get the really easy ones out of the way first. I think Elise's mindscape would look like a beautiful, giant, magical library. I don't think I need to explain that one lol.
Bret's would either look like a record store, or it would look like a giant graffiti wall. And the record store could be nearby, so you can still hear the music lol. All his thoughts could like, manifest themselves as art on the wall... that's a fun idea...
Dylan's could be a huge stadium or something, since he's the sporty one. Steph's could be like an empty movie theatre (I remember one of her chapters mentioning the fact that the way she recalls old memories feels almost cinematic, like she's watching the story of her life as a movie! Plus, she loves movies lol).
Which of your OCs would be able to beat you in a fight?
Um… all of them? I can’t fight to save my life lol. And most of my OCs are sort of meant to be tough... some of them even get into fights on a regular basis!
What's your OC's guilty pleasure?
Hmmm... not a main OC, but Dylan has an ironic enjoyment of the film "Shark Tale." He watches it sometimes with his younger brother, Sam (who actually likes that movie unironically lol. This is something I took from real life, as my sister and I are kind of like this as well. I may not like all the stuff she likes, but I'll always watch them with her <3)
Finally, a few pictures (related to the mindscape thing lol):
Guess which pics fit each OC!
(Nobody else needs to do as much as I did btw. I was just bored today lol)
Your question (for whoever does this next): How would your OCs react to being stranded in a blizzard while far away from civilization? Who would be most likely to die and who would be most likely to survive?
How would your main OC react if they found out they won the lottery?
(For the sake of doing something different today, I'm going to use some of the character cast of my Gothic Victorian Fantasy WIP Enchanted Illusions to answer this one!)
Valentine Concordium (a.k.a my beloved 200-year-old teenage vampire OC with isolation issues, who is one of the many vampires in this story) - The thing is, this vampire boy is actually already insanely rich (as in, a millionaire doesn't come close to the amount of money he's got), but that is all inheritance. (For reference of what I mean by "insanely rich", he literally lives in a castle - it's a small chateau but same difference) He has like, 0 idea of how human customs work, and the lottery is one of our inventions. So, he'd be endearingly (and utterly) clueless about it. Like, "What does this mean? Is this... a human thing? So you're saying this means they're giving me the amount of money that's written in here? Why? I don't need it, why are people giving me money? What did I do? I'm so confused. What am I supposed to do with this? You humans are weird, I'm going home. You... can keep this, I think."
Thaddeus Lockhill (a.k.a my street urchin OC who is deeply indebted to the local mob) - Lets out an inhuman squeal upon seeing the lottery papers and realizing he is now a millionaire. Might pass out, or start jumping around in glee, it depends. Maybe both. "Finally! This is the fucking day of deliverance, baby! Take that, Reaper Felix! You're working for me now, and I'm free. I can't believe this, oh my goodness!"
Harriet Sharppe (a.k.a my OC who happens to be a strange young girl from a disgraced House trying to uncover the truth about her family's secrets - which includes trying to find her parents, whom she firmly believes/knows are still alive)- Would be surprised, but otherwise not think much of it anyways. She already lives with her cousin in the family mansion, and though they are technically outcasts from elite social circles for personal and secret reasons, they are still incredibly rich, so winning the lottery wouldn't matter much to her anyways. She would likely donate it to charity or give it to a friend in need because she knows that there are ways to put that money to better use rather than to forget it in the mansion's full coffers.
Philip Kershaw (a.k.a Wilhelmina Tallow's love interest who is looking to make things right in the city, now that he is aware of what is happening unseen around them) - Philip would be thrilled, honestly. Though he lives in a mansion with his many siblings, they're like, sinking in all kinds of debts possibly known to man and their long-lost grandma is thinking about taking back the estate. Which is not good, like at all, especially with his older brother getting sick (basically he has this fictional world's version of tuberculosis, but it's oh so much worse). Winning the lottery would mean that he has a chance to pay their debts and keep their old miser of a grandma from kicking them to the streets for the house, and likely find a cure for Lewis before his illness gets much worse. So yeah, winning the lottery would be a pretty great thing to happen to them.
Cailean Seabroke (my newly created Selkie OC, who is trying to recover his stolen magic coat from a monster hunter that is hell-bound on killing him) - Would be like "Great, now I have a bunch of useless money I don't need and still haven't found a way to get my coat back from that maniac. Someone tell me what I'm supposed to do with this now? 'Oh, At least I'll be rich and fashionable when that hunter inevitably finds me and hangs my head on her wall' - this some bullshit right here, I'm telling you that. Just my stupid luck - I finally get rich, but only when am still in an absurdly high danger of a very painful death. Amazing.
Tagging (gently with no pressure) - @writernopal, @tabswrites, @elshells, @aziz-reads, @cabbojage, @clairelsonao3
Oh gosh, this question is brutally easy to answer because half of the main cast are Lizardfolk (Axtapor & Wilkes), who can't survive in arctic weather, and the other two are humans, one of which hates the cold (Fay) and the other who can't bear it (Mariel). SO they would all be dead pretty early on despite their best efforts LOL. Pirates aren't meant to survive in blizzards.
My question: Which OC prefers a staycation as opposed to a vacation?
Leaving this as an open tag for anyone who wants to join in!
Well, apparently, I am legally obligated to answer this now that I've seen it.
As I'm currently focusing on Sheidy Business, I'll be using those characters. Normally I'd say Mara, but its less that she wouldn't like a vacation, and more that Bereshit orphanage has absolutely no other employees, and someone has to manage the hyperactive children, both demonic and human.
Yosef, however(An as-of yet unintroduced character, and one of the only Sheidim who regularly appears to normal humans), absolutely prefers staycations. Being essentially the only lawyer for an entire species means he's constantly swamped and has to rush all over the world to deal with cases, so he prefers to relax at home.
My question: Which OC is the most likely to hold grudges?
Tagging(No pressure): @tabswrites, @violets-in-her-arms-writes, @mariahwritesstuff, and anyone else who wants to do this, whether they have 'writes' in their username or not.
Alright, so the next chapter isn't done quite yet, and it might be awhile. But I still have something I want to share. Since I'm developing this story still, I figured I might as well post some short stories, written int he format similar to how they'd be in the Torah itself, that take place in the same universe. This is both shorter, and can serve as possible foreshadowing, or just cool wordbuilding bits.
So, I'm going to be calling this "Sheidy Business: Tales from another's eyes." TFAE in the tags for short. This one isn't very long, and ties in to the next two stories I'll be posting, which are also quite short.
A quick note first. I'm Jewish, so I'm used to referring to some things in Hebrew or Yiddish, even if theres an english version. So Instead of Noah, I'm used to writing Noach, or instead of Messiah, I'd write Meshiach. which is the closet I can do since Tumblr can't write Ḥ properly. It basically sounds like a hard h-try doing the h sound, but do it more forcefully until you start making a sort of grinding-scraping noise. Or just look it up. Oh yeah, and the "Mabul" is the term for the big old biblical flood.
Sorry for the wait, and I hope you enjoy. Story below the cut.
In the age of Noach, When the Name decided to bring the Mabul upon the world, there were some who were at sail when the flood came.
To hunt down these stragglers, the Name created the Leviathans, one male and one female, two great sea serpents who could scour the entire world between them. As they swam, they churned the sea, causing tidal waves to sweep all but the tallest ships under the ocean.
When the time came for the rain to stop, the Leviathans had no work to do, so they lay down next to one another to rest. The Name saw that the female Leviathan would have offspring soon, and said “When the water recedes, there will not be room for two Leviathans, let alone more.” And so he slew the female Leviathan and took her meat into the heavens, preserving it to be served when Meshiach comes.
Now alone, the Leviathan wept. “My Lord and Master!” He cried. “You created me and my companion to purge the wicked from your world, and we did our job well. Now that we have finished our task, you condemn me to an eternity of solitude? Why did you create two of us, if there was only ever room for one?”
And the Name said “Leviathan, do not weep. Though your mate’s body is dead, her soul shall be lifted up to me in Heaven, where she shall be my most beloved companion till the end of days. As compensation for your loneliness, I will make you the king of all that swims beneath the waters until Meshiach comes, at which point you will join your mate in heaven.”
The Leviathan heard, and he said “My master is wise and just.” But in his mind he screamed, for a wound that would never close had been opened in his heart. Thus the seeds of rebellion were planted in the Leviathans mind.
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