#writeawayjake

2012

2020

My Robin Hood AU characters!!!

(note:Just so no one grabs their torches and pitchforks, that’s a cigar not a blunt.)

Oh god, which one to talk about xD

I’ll just pick 3 and talk about those. I’ll talk about the 3 I added to/restarted yesterday.

So first, Origins of the Hybrid Species, previously known as Kyle’s Story. It’s about my character, Kyle, and the life he lived. He was literally the first (and only) one BORN a hybrid. Everyone that is a hybrid thereafter was either turned by him or someone he turned or someone who was turned by someone he turned, etc etc. It’s partly a love story, it’s got violence and death, it’s got revenge and vampires and werewolves and sweet family moments; all kinds of things!

Then Vampire Idol is... much more brutal than it sounds, trust me... it’s a vampire series (obviously) about a reality show in a world where humans revere vampires instead of fearing them. Vampire Idol (which is the name of the reality show as well as the WIP) is where vampires try to become famous through how brutally they kill humans. And humans are the audience and volunteer to be murdered on the stage. This series is NOT for the faint of heart. This is the one I’m completely rebooting.

Then finally A Lesbian Love Story is... exactly what it sounds like, a love story between a bi girl and a gay girl. It’s super cutesy fluffy romance with lots of sweet family moments as well (eventually).

Oh dang you go girl! Hmm I’d say my most promiscuous OC is probably Tomas. He isn’t afraid to approach someone and say, “hey, you’re hot, let’s do this.” 

Tagged for this one by @writeawayjake! Thank you friend!

I did Levi because I’m desperate for people to love him.

1. How are you doing today? 

Levi: *probably laying across a table and contact juggling* Stressed. Always stressed. But better than usual. 

2. You ready to answer some questions? 

‘Ready’ is a very strong word. 

3. How do you feel about your first name? Your surname? 

Leviathen is a completely ridiculous name, and if that’s not bad enough, it’s spelled wrong. I mean, I think the E looks nicer too, but that doesn’t make it any less pretentious. If my mother wasn’t dead I’d chew her out for it. My last name is also pretentious, but I don’t mind it as much. It’s better than Pendragon. 

4. Is there anything you’d like to thank your author for? 

*glares* Thanks for finally fucking getting me treatment in book two. Because, you know, I haven’t been horribly suffering at all for the past four years. *sighs* And thank you for Sterling. I really do love her. 

5. You can only eat three foods for the rest of your life. What are they? 

Are liquids included in food? Because if so, oranges, roasted duck, and coffee. If not, oranges, roasted duck, and sugar cookies.  

6. Have you ever done or said anything that surprised your author? 

Most of the time. Because she never knows what my mood will be like going into a scene. I have a lot of outbursts and breakdowns when it’s not plot convenient… 

7. You have limitless funds. What kind of party do you throw? 

Do I have to throw a party? I can’t just throw a war campaign? I could do so much with limitless funds. *rolls eyes* Fine, I’d throw a low key dinner party at my house and blow the money on weird things to cook. 

8. Pick one of your fellow characters. What would they say about you? 

Um…Ajay calls me the dad friend. If that’s the case, I’m a pretty shit dad. 

9. Tell us a quick story about something that’s happened to you that not even your author knows about… yet. 

She doesn’t know about how I learned to swim. So, when I was a baby, my father had a really hard time interacting with me. Like, he would cry if he played with me. So he didn't much. But when I turned three or four, every time my nannies took me outside, I would just…walk into the ocean. It scared everyone so bad that my father actually dug out a tide pool, got us a book on how to swim, and learned with me. It was the first time he ever really did anything with me. Then really soon after, he brought my stepmother home, and I never had a nanny again. He can still swim too, but he's never stopped hating water. 

10. Do you have a favorite superhero? 

I always liked Wonder Woman. She was the only real warrior, and she actually had her shit together. 

11. What do you plan to do after this? 

I really want to go swimming now. But I should probably go practice hitting things. 

Updated Commissions!!!

Times are tough all round but anything helps ya’ll :)

 It was one of the rare quiet moments amongst the group of young heroes (and an old Dwarf). They sat silently around their small fire, each of them weary from their recent travels. 

   They'd had a busy week after all; Kayle somehow managed to not only sleep with a magistrate's wife, but also his mother, and then proceeded to beat him in the ensuing honor duel. All whilst blacked out drunk and unable to recall any of it. 

   He and Nyah got engaged, she'd put their special dagger on her belt and was constantly thumbing the hilt or fiddling with the straps. It amused Jared to no end, a stupid grin appearing on his face every time he saw her doing it. No doubt the others would soon grow annoyed with how obnoxiously engaged the two were.

   Brock, after winning several dice games and a cock fight, had come into possession of the deed to a gold mine, which he subsequently lost betting on how many beans were in a jar.

   Oren had, well aside from a bit of drinking and general revelry, no one really ever knew what he got up to. He somehow managed to slip away each night and do who knows what. 

    So suffice it to say they were exhausted and no doubt appreciating the down time. No partying, no swooning fans, no hangovers to look forward to, and no monsters to look out for. Just a warm fire, the chirping crickets, and each others company. 

   He was enjoying the silence and calm, Nyah resting her head on his shoulder, her fingers intertwined with his. Absently chewing a piece of jerky he simply sat there gazing at the small crackling fire, thinking of nothing in particular and happy for the reprieve from his usual worries. 

   "Nyah.Jared. I just wanted to say sorry. That town would've been a great place for a wedding and I got us banned for life." Kayle lamented, breaking the long silence.

   Nyah's head lifted, as Jared nearly choked on his jerky.

   Before either of them could reply, Brock grunted with a mouthful of hard biscuit, "Technically, was yer cock what got us banned."

   "Guys, it's fine. Really," Jared replied. "It's not the first town we've been banned from and it won't be the last knowing us." Jared chuckled.

   "We thought we'd wait until there isn't a Dark Lord with a price on our heads anyway." Nyah chirped. 

   "Ye know, ye really should invite him to tha wedding. If it wasn' fer him, the two've ye might n'er have met." Brock said, matter of factly. 

   "None of us would." Said Kayle, eyeing the group. "I just realized, Jared, the boys and I never heard how you ended up in that ditch. Or The Legion. Or why you have such a murder boner for the Dark Lord." 

   Taking a sip from his canteen, Jared wiped his mouth and answered, "You first prettyboy." His mouth twisting in a faint smirk.

   "Ha! Well if you insist." Kayle boomed.

   "Oh gods, ye had'te get him started didn't'ye." Brock lamented.

   "My father was a retired monster hunter, told me all these amazing stories about his adventures. The things he'd seen, the places he'd been, the women he'd… well they were great stories." He cleared his throat before continuing, "Once I was old enough to lift a stick, I started practicing. I decided I was going to be the greatest swordsman that ever lived. I'd travel the world, fight men and monsters, bed tavern wenches and princesses, living on my wits and skill." 

   "Oh get on with it!" Brock groaned. 

   Ignoring him completely, Kayle continued. "Well, turns out that's a lot harder than it sounds and I ended up going hungry more often than not. Adventuring doesn't pay the bills, so I took to selling my services. Bodyguard, debt collector, the occasional cuckolding of the odd nobleman. Ran in to Brock on a job and haven't been able to get rid of him since."

   "I swear ahm gonna kneecap ye someday." Brock replied dryly.

   "He told me a legend about a magic Dwarfen sword, and we set out the next day. Figured killing the Dark Lord would get my name in the stories."

   "Wow." Jared said flatly.

   "I thought it was a good story." Nyah chimed in, obviously trying to be nice.

   "Well now I gotta know how you ended up shackled to this charmer." He asked. "Why're you after the Dark Lord Brock?"

   The old Dwarf took a moment, gently scratching his chin and smoothing his beard. His eyes filled with memories, Jared knew the look well. Before he even spoke, Jared knew the old grumbler had lost someone.

   "There aren't many Dwarfs left in thus world." He murmured sadly, gazing into the fire. "The Dark Lord saw to thah… so when two meet, is a rare thing." Brock paused and sighed before continuing, "Her name was Vurna." 

   "Wait there's Dwarf women?" Jared asked in confusion. 

   "Course there is ye twit! How'd'ye think it worked?"

   "I… honestly I had no idea. I've just never seen one." 

   "Well, maybe ye should get out more. Now can ah finish mah bloody story lad? Or d'ye have more stupid questions?"

   "Yeah. Sorry." Jared replied sheepishly.

   "We were t'be married in secret so the Dark Lord an his agents wouldn't know about'us. Ah made our armbands and everything… but, before we could, they took her. The blacksmith who'd let me use his forge… must've thought they'd pay 'im. Stupid cunt was burned along with his forge 'fore I got mah hands on 'im." A single tear ran down Brock's cheek as he sniffled before continuing, "Ah tried t'drink mahself t'death an almost got there when this giant fuck starts goin' on 'bout how 'is Da worked with a famous Dwarf or some such nonsense."

   "Kirik the unkillable for your information." Kayle interjected.

   "Ah let 'I'm by me a drink an… well ye know he ne'er shuts up once he gets goin'."

   "I'm sorry Brock…" Jared said solemnly. 

   "Ye think thah's sad? Should hear Oren's story." He gestured at the silent archer with his thumb.

   Not entirely sure if the old Dwarf was fucking with him, Jared slowly looked to Nyah for confirmation. She saw his face and reading it immediately, she gently shook her head.