#ocwriting

A voice cracking under the weight of loss. A goodbye never meant to be said.

“I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to live without you...”

This quote comes from one of the most vulnerable moments in Shinra Yami’s story — the funeral of his parents. It’s a rare glimpse behind the mask of the Shadow King before the war, before the darkness, before destiny forced him to rise.

She’s aroace from life into death and reanimation. No one knows how she lives, not even her. Soul is an undead killer who was killed during an unsuccessful bank robbery and arson attempt where she was shot in the heart. Killed besides another character who was possibly her “lover”, she now stalks the planet of Albutist looking for her lover…all to make her family happy. She’s done so much to trouble them. She failed as a woman…she deserves to haunt the living forever for her sins.

Age: 33 Birthday: October 12th Race: Human Hobby: Working and Cooking Favorite Thing: Watching reality TV

Personality/Lore: Annie is extremely assertive and always seems to get her way, no matter how hard she has to push for it. She doesn’t like to take shit from anyone, but she is still extremely compassionate, especially for those she cares about. She didn’t grow up in a life of luxury. She’s from the Bronx, NYC and lived in a rundown apartment building. Along with her parents, they were often trying to keep afloat as she was the oldest out of her two younger siblings (Hennessy and Kenzo). She’s extremely street smart, and is more than willing to tell a few lies if it means achieving what she needs to and providing for those she cares about. When she was 13, she had a friend named Jordan who was a substance dealer and would often share part of his profit with her. However, he was eventually caught and 💀, scarring her for life and promising not to get in illegal activity again, especially after her parents found out. She always wears his brown hat as his memory, and she eventually left NYC for Tarretston (a port town right by Salem, MA) to get away from her family tensions. Therefore, she never went to college. She eventually found work as a cashier for Bomb Bagels and a cashier for the local grocery store. She lives in a townhouse and lives rather comfortably, more than she used to. She is rather frugal and is always on time when it comes to payments, despite her forgetfulness.

I will be writing stories on AO3 very very soon...I just need to wait for my verification.This will be about my ocs if anyones interested.

Polaris doesn’t feel like going to sleep so Remus keeps her entertained. Inspired by that scene of Morgan and Tony Stark.

The curtains closest to the chair was slightly open, letting Remus see the night sky whenever he looked to his side. Remus sat, book open, him mouthing the words he saw on the page.

 “Do you know what time it is mister?”, a small voice said behind him. Remus’ eyebrows knitted together as he turned around to face the source of the voice.

The source was his six year old daughter. Her arms were crossed over her big pink shirt that had a small white cartoon cat. Her pajama pants were also pink, but had tiny cats that looked different littered all over it. 

 “Do I know- do you know what time it is?” Remus responded. He put a bookmark to hold his page, then set the book on the table in front of him.

 “I had to pee. What are you doing?”, she asked, walking over to him. She looked at the book on the table, pouting “that seems like a lot of pages”.

 “It is, and I’m gonna read all of it to you if you don’t go to bed”.

 “But I’m not tired!” Polaris whined. She frowned, grabbing Remus’ arm and looking up at him. “Let’s play instead”

 Remus shook his head, “it’s too late for playing right now sweetheart. Tomorrow we can”. Remus knew the chance of him winning this argument was slim to none. It’s not like Polaris had a winning argument, Remus was just really soft for her. Could Remus be stern? Of course. But that was only when he absolutely needed to. Any other time, he had a spine made of jelly. 

 Polaris continued to pout at him, even whining a little. Remus just sighed at her.

Remus stood up, picking Polaris up and holding her with one hand. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her chin rested on his shoulder. 

 “Can I have chocolate please? I’ll go to sleep after”.

 Any other time he’d probably say no, but once again… spine made of jelly.

 “Alright alright”, Remus said with a sigh, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing a bar of chocolate out of his not-so-secret-cabinet of chocolate. 

 “We’ll share this one, then I’m sending you to bed, okay?”. Polaris nodded in response as Remus sat her down on a chair.

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It didn’t take the two that long to finish their chocolate -which Polaris ate most of-. Maybe only five minutes before Remus threw the wrapper away, picked Polaris back up, then started walking towards Polaris’ room while she kept talking his ear off.

 “Let’s eat more chocolate”

 “Let’s go listen to music”

 “You’re being really mean”

 “But I don’t need sleep”

 Remus just ignored her, opening the door and setting her down on her bed. Remus pulled the covers up to her shoulder before sitting next to her. He wiped any hair out of her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. 

 “Alright, bedtime”.

 Polaris sighed, “but I don’t wanna”

 Remus had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. He loved Polaris, truly. She was his everything. But Remus could tell how tired she was. She just didn’t wanna actually go to sleep. 

 “Go to sleep, you know monsters come out at night”

 “Daddy, monsters don’t exist”

 “Really?”, Remus asked with a smile, “not even the big bad wolf?”. Polaris giggled as Remus tickled her sides as he finished his sentence. Remus couldn’t help but laugh with her, even when the tickling stopped.

 “How ‘bout I read you a story? That sound ok?”

 “Is it that story you were reading earlier?”, she asked. Her lips puckered as if she had something sour in her mouth.

 Remus chuckled, getting up and walking towards her bookshelf, “no. Not that story. You’re safe”

 “OK!”, she exclaimed. Polaris always loved his stories, even if she’d most likely be asleep by the time he got to the third page.

 Remus selected a book, then sat on the other side of the bed with the most space. Polaris scooted over towards him and put her head in his lap.

“Wh…What are you…?”

Chaos curls up into her true form for a second before spreading out her limbs as wide as they would go, “I’m CHAOS!” She cheered proudly, “The embodiment of Chaos itself has arrived in ToonTown! Isn’t that lovely???” She gets close to one of the toons who flinch back from her.

“I bring the fun wherever I go though! Soooo,” Fireworks! She shoots fireworks high into the sky, still frightening some of the toons. Upon seeing how silent everyone was, Chaos slowly landed, studying their appearance. “...What I’m trying to say is I’m friendly. Usually people associate me with death and destruction but I promise I won’t hurt a fur on your heads!” Chaos grins again.

When met with even more silence, Chaos starts humming. “Woooould you all feel better if I took on a toon form? I have been known to change my form a lot. It’s how Harmony can rarely find me. I just blend in^^!”

“...So…you’re like…a god?”

“Oh-! Uhm…kiiiiiiinda? I definitely am, legally buuuut, the thing is that The Clouds are awful! Suuuper mean. Would not recommend,” She shakes her head as she crosses her arms while sticking her tongue out of her mouth.

“Anyways-! BOOM!!” With a poof, Chaos dropped onto the ground as a fox toon that looked eerily like a toon. Her sharpened snout and big hands, resembling the claws she used to have, being some of the few things that tipped off folks to her not being a natural toon.

“In case you were wondering why I sooooo very directly approached you, it’s simple^^! Wackiness is expected in this world, I felt comfortable to show my real self and make a full introduction! Personally, I think that should be something of an honor (hhh-onor).”

“...That’s…some serious uncanny valley, right…?” One of the horse toons said as they turned to a pudgy, purple cat. “Y-Yeah! Y-Your eyes need to be a tiny bit bigger…your snout’s a little too long, a-and you should wear shoes to hide the sharp points in your feet,” The cat gestured to each part, including how Chaos’s feet ended in spikes. “Oh!” Chaos shook her body out, applying the features, including antlers to her head, making her look a little more like a deer.

“Uhh…foxes don’t…” “I know, I just really like antlers. I can’t believe I forgot them. Anyways, whatcha think? Pretty toony, right?” The cat paused before talking to the yellow horse beside him.

“You look great, welcome to ToonTown, Chaos. If you need anything, my name’s Buttercup Plums, this is my friend, Lunarbug Cheers and we’re always around to help! If you need BIG help, you can go talk to Flippy!” Buttercup smiled, pointing off to the side.