#tcc!nora

[Know, child, that celestials bleed red. Judgement is due; the scales are in your hands if you so choose. You all always were what divine hungers after. You all always were what the divine trembles under. You are something i could never be.]

THE CLOVER CHRONICLES LIBRARY (super-short overviews) ➛

💫🐻🩻⏳ Overcomprehensive Guide To Killing God

The God of time seemed to always favour having Timekeepers; noble people holding time itself at the seams. Amongst all carefully carved stories, Nora finds herself as 20th century timekeeper; and from the very beginning something is not right.

Reality spills in places you wouldn't expect. A God undoes itself by their own ignorance; Mayumi's only hope is to hold onto the things that were not scrubbed clean.

characters with available refs: Nora, Vitale, Zara, Ambrose, Selene, Inger, Sol, The Mother, Esurio, Ordell, Vildmark (all avialable on artfight with descriptions)

🪞🦴🍎🍀Lunatic's Ballade

Urtar's Royal Academy has been open for more years than there are corridors on its grounds. As an important landmark in the capital, it's bound to have a lot of history; it just so happens a lot of it stays hidden from the public.

Vitale is seemingly a magically disabled teen, whose antics make their parents' heads hurt. They always had a weird connection towards forest spirits, including befriending local forests' deity.

In their dreams, they always dreamt of locations that they assumed never existed. Buildings that, although very different, resemble mapping of ones they walk through; they deemed it as the usual dream weirdness.

Urtar was never a normal place; but it never made Vitale question their own existence.

Thus, when a certain weird-dressed girl appears out of thin air in the middle of nowhere, Vitale's secure version of reality slowly comes undone; by day and by night.

characters with available refs: Vitale, Adelyj, Sylvester, Nora, Inger, Zara, Rupa, Anter, Agosto (all avialable on artfight with descriptions)

🫀🪡🕯️A Little Dead Fable

Clover Days are a national spring celebration of friendship, beginnings and legendary figures. It's a wet grass and bonfire filled day which brings light to every corner of the island.

Nobody remembers that night. Not the most important moments, not the most important people.

Eva is found bleeding out in her new body by Oleander in early morning hours. The horizon drips morning light in strings by the time she is able to receive proper help. That day, not only her world had been reborn.

Her killer is out there, seemingly with no threads left loose, if one is to trust law enforcement's official statements.

Tired of the lack of interest, Eva takes it upon herself to solve her own case; with the help of individuals that might be more tied to it than they all expect.

characters with available refs: Nikolajus, Eva, Oleander, Anter, Iris, Sol, Selene, The Taxidermy Shop's Staff (all avialable on artfight with descriptions)

👁️‍🗨️☂️💌Heartrot

Dermot never wanted to be a detective, not really. It was partway her involuntary ability of being a people-magnet that led her down this path. Not to mention, regardless where she went she found threads left loose, stories intertwined in awkward places.

And so she became a mediocre detective, something that burnt white-hot shame branding into her skin; turning to be even more tiresome person to be around. There needs to be someone who works these leads out. Should it be hard for her, she'd better get good.

She was never made for the job. Or maybe the social part. Or maybe the moving around places part. If anything, she was the worst person to pick up the pieces the police were so willing to throw away. Luckily, eventually, there was someone competent enough that was willing to help her share that burden; for a favour, of course.

Dermot and Rupa find themselves to be forced to navigate around investigations while having their lives put on the line; out of, often, pure malice. With time, solving puzzles begins to be a way to disconnect from their own reality. A warped kind of favourite hobby of sorts.

Soon, it becomes survival rather than detachment.