#ownlore

I'm dropping a short comic about the relationship between my Viola and Orin. In my lore, Orin and Viola are blood sisters -with Orin as the older one. Their whole childhood was just one endless fight, each trying to dominate the other.

Viola usually came out on the losing side, but she never, ever backed down. The comic kicks off when word comes from the High Priest of Bhaal's cult that Viola might actually be Bhaal's Chosen. Orin is absolutely livid and she storms into Viola's chambers.

I'll try to tell you more about my OCs. Hope you don't get bored of it

“Diary Of A Turned Vampire” by EmAndThem

“𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖞 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖙𝖞, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖞. 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊, 𝕾𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖆 𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖆 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖘 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖉.”

Quotes that maybe will convince you to read??

“I will never forget my mothers face for it is also mine”

“It really feels like God hates us the most”

“It’s like sunlight is trying to correct our existence”

“Biological warfare”

“Time is making me a bit angry and bitter I think”

“I’m not going to attack you, if I were I would’ve after the first scathing post”

“do you ever worry about the kind of person you're becoming.”

“no,”  and then, just as dismissively,  “that's the kind of enormous nonsense i cut out of my life.  i don't want stress wrinkles.”

ari, perhaps, is the worrying sort.  the thought shames him on behalf of the other — a brilliant alchemist by all accounts, beyond the pale and all expectation — as much as it grates on his tenderest nerves.  the sort of person you're becoming. is he worried about himself?

teddy's pen halts over the paper.  just for a second.  it is enough to sting his curiosity, but still not to look up.

adam didn't know what made him angry, only that it did.

maybe it was the sight of the single bed, its ridiculous size, the fact that even if adam were to take it, the whole of his body wouldn't even fit inside. he'd have to hunch on himself, small, the way he did at the trailer; waiting for something bad to happen. waiting for the world to be cruel, and loud.

or maybe adam was angry because he had seen gansey look at the place; the way he had catalogued every piece of furniture, deciding then and there that he'd take the floor, because he was the best person adam knew, and also an asshole who didn't understand a thing about the real world. gansey had not even had to say it: adam had taken one look at his eyes, behind the glasses (before he'd gotten rid of them), at the line of mouth, the way it gets hard when he's pondering a problem and its solution, one look at the whole of gansey, and adam knew.

maybe he was just angry because the receipts kept spilling from his pockets, and there was nothing he could do about the numbers, or the fact that his meagre savings wouldn't be enough at all. he had tried. that was the thing, the real problem at the very bottom of this lake of anger: he was trying so very hard to do it right, and it wasn't enough, because adam parrish was born adam parrish, and there was no amount of working and saving and working and saving that would change the fact that he was owed nothing more than a shitty room on the side of the highway, with richard gansey the third standing beside him, looking tall and regal, offering to sleep on the ground like it was nothing more than a fun adventure he could recount later.

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 but the difference was that the queen knew the faces she saw. she had been around them for years, she had dealt with most of them in her daily lives--ladies in wait, maids, yes but hardly ever men, save for her guards. so imagine her surprise when she faces forward from being crouched, fingers searching for a book she had remembered in a cabinet beside one of her couches, to find someone she did not know learning just past her doors. ( the only reason she did not immediately call for help, the guards were close she knew, was because her surprise overrode her mind for a moment. it was not often someone overstepped with her for their fear of consequences, hers not as harsh as say prince daemons might be, stopped them. ) he was blonde, tall, a lannister ? she is unsure.

@ownlore SAID, " YOU WERE RIGHT, SHE DEFINITELY WANTS US DEAD. "

dare i say.............

elena gilbert + edward cullen

elizabeth bennet + benedict bridgerton

gansey + blue or adam!

darlington + richard papen

pamela dawes + richard papen

the knight parts his lips,    and the knight promptly closes them,    caging his first instinct behind gritted teeth.     he can feel the irritation rising within him,    crawling upon his skin.     of course he had noticed her boredom before she spoke!     he had witnessed the shift in her weight,    the agitation curling around her shoulders like smoke.     even if he were not so attuned to the force he would have recognized the tell-tale signs.    how many times had he been in her place,    staring at obi-wan with drooping eyelids,    begging to be released from meditation so he could do something,    anything,    else?    still,    when she speaks,    the word bored almost seems to bite with small,    honed canines that settle behind his ribs.     it should not matter.     it should not matter,    yet it does,    because it reminds him of lonely temple corridors,    of lessons that stretch until his bones ache,    of masters who pay him no mind unless they are reprimanding him for saying the wrong thing and feeling too much and being too much.   

he straightens his back as an old tendency takes over,    spine perfectly taut due to years of correction.   an eyebrow lifts    —    to those unfamiliar,    he would seem merely amused,    and as per usual,    impatient.      ❝      i  didn’t  realize  it  was  my  duty  to  entertain you,      ❞      it comes out in sharp edges,    his voice petulant.     he hates it.     heat rises in his chest,    in his throat,    then vanishes,    swallowed down with the learned control he has been both praised and punished for.     (   YOU SHOULD BE BETTER THAN THIS,    ANAKIN SKYWALKER.     A JEDI DOES NOT RAGE,    A JEDI DOES NOT REACT,    A JEDI DOES NOT CARE   ).     gaze shifts,    so very briefly,    settling somewhere far from her face:     the floor,    the walls,    the shape of coruscant beyond the windows,    beckoning him.     after letting out a deep exhale,    he turns back to his companion.      ❝      we’re almost done.     if you’re so bored,    then you’re welcome to leave.      ❞      

music for the soul ! [ ... ] accepting.

although her ongoing predicament was that she didn't seem to be interested in anybody, not some obstacle preventing her from being with someone she wanted to marry. but she knows she hasn't exactly been trying either. "every family has that one member who never marries, don't they? i've come to accept that it will probably be me in mine."