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If there's something like this, please tell me! I looked through the masterpost, but didn't see anything like it.
Inspired by Share a Photo/Memory with the OC Above, this is like that, but without items! Your OC has to share a story of some sort to the below OC. Do they pick something from their life to share? Something completely factitious about their life? Somewhere in between? An actual story? It's up to you!
We do need some rules, however, so here they are:
- Please don't get extremely NSFW! This isn't the place for raunchy stuff.
- Sensitive content is allowed, but please spoiler or black these instances out.
- Wait 2 posts or 24 hours between posts. Like this: You [x] [x] You.
- Don't be rude or anything OOC! Rude characters are fine, but I will not stand for anyone being directly insulting to the owners.
I'll let whoever wants to post first make up their first story! Unless nobody posts for too long, then I'll just post something myself.
Edit: Whiteties, get out of here. No. Not yet.
Cerys listens in interested silence, the only interruption would be from the cup clinking softly as she gently holds it in her hands. As Epsilon continues her story a gentle smile begins to cross the woman's face, far removed from the wolfish grin she was known for. By the time Epsilon's story has ended there is a wistful look in Cerys's eyes, different than the sharp wit and intelligence found there.
"Ah, so your daughter was embarking on an adventure… The homesickness is something that never really goes away, regardless of how far you go." The woman pauses, a troubled look crossing her features as if she's been reminded of something rather unsavory. Uncertain if Epsilon has noticed her pause, she shakes her head, and smiles ruefully, a tired look in her eyes.
"My apologies, my thoughts ran away from me for a moment." She takes a sip of the aromatic tea and sighs, "Still, what a wonderful gift to give to your daughter. I'm sure that even if the keepsake lacked it's magical properties, it will be a welcome reminder of home for her."
Cerys hums happily, allowing herself another sip of tea before looking to Epsilon with a smile.
"You take care of your daughter so well, I'm sure there is much I could learn from you in that way." As soon as the words leave her mouth, she seems to pause and frown, a gloved hand coming up to rub her temple, a flicker of pain flashing across her face.
"A-ah, forgive me, I am… not certain why I said that last part. Forget I said anything at all." She fans the air in front of her nervously, her smile weaning a bit.
"Thank you very much for your hospitality, but I really must be going," Cerys mumbles before standing, and taking her leave.
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Sorry, I just kinda went wild on this! so sorry for the feels!
(I do plan on responding back if anyone would like that, I just really enjoy writing this character)
"A memory of my own?" Cerys seems less flamboyant than before, a worried furrow to her brow. She's far more still than she's ever been before, sitting at the other side of the table as still as a statue. Eventually, she looks back up, a somewhat disturbed look on her face.
"I- I don't remember many things. I know the Mists, and my lord… but even I know that all things must be born and have a beginning." Her voice is soft, the tone fearful and small. "I cannot fully recall a childhood, or anything before I was in the Mists."
Cerys then sets her mouth before reaching and tugging off her left glove, revealing a callused hand, one adept at crafting, and spellcasting. Her gaze, however, is focused on a simple ring, banded in silver with a small gem that glows gently. She reaches with her other hand and begins to twirl it around her finger.
"However, this ring has been on me for as long as I can remember… I've found when the more often I look at it the more often I have these… odd dreams." Cerys pauses her attention on the ring before flicking back up to her listener.
"They are always the same, a woman with fiery hair approaches me. I can never make out her features but somehow my heart knows her. She is close somehow." The woman's gaze is far away and foggy as she continues. "I can never fathom why but she seems sorrowful, but I never have long enough to discover why…" Cerys stops, her voice wavering for a moment before she swallows and continues.
"That is because a boy appears next, like the woman, I can't tell who he is. I never get enough time with him. The dream ends with my own feet taking me away, away from them." The woman sitting across the way takes a shaky breath, and when she finally looks up, there are tears in her eyes.
"It feels like my heart is being torn from my chest every time I have this dream." Her voice is hoarse, and she's gripping the front of her vest in a vice. Cerys seems to realize herself and takes a moment to turn and wipe the tears away and she clears her throat before turning back to her guest. Her eyes are glimmering with a red light that hadn't been there before, and she seems calmer than before, or rather more distant.
"Forgive me, it is not my place to have such concerns… they are only dreams after all" the light flickers for a moment, and uncertainty flashes across her face.
"Nothing more."
Jackie's eyes practically glow with excitement and adoration, small hands balled into fists. A wide smile stretches across his cheeks, and as he talks, he bounces up and down, from heel to heel.
"THATS SO COOL!! You're so cool!! You burnt your house??? You make fire??? I make fire! I AM fire!! I dunno if I ever met any Lux but free food is always great and you burn stuff? Why would your family be mad that's what you're gotta to do! Burning is how you live! I am so glad you beat up those nasty knife people cuz I get to meet you!! Do you burn other stuff? How well can you burn? Can I meet Lux? When did you make fire first- I can friend fight I used to friend fight my family ALL the time!"
"Um.... I guess... When I was in the woods by all myself, there was this big old bear. I was eating this bush and I think the bear thought it was their bush? Then it swiped at me, BUT-" Jackie holds a hand in the air dramatically, then hurriedly pushes back his sleeve so that his pointer finger can be seen. "But- I burned that bear so good and I only got a little hurt. I gotta claw on my chest now but that bear has burns. I still got to eat a bush so that's good! And I am alive still!"
^ WinterHound Tagged you since it's been like, 2 god damn years xD
Ieli listened as the hawk recounted his story, a smile on his face as he explained about the first time he was taught her to fly. He did not interrupt him, simply listened as he brought his gourd up to his lips, taking a sip and wiping away some of the water. "That's actually interesting, and I can see how much of a fond memory that is." He chuckled lightly, letting him continue.
Death and war was one thing Ieli knew far too well, he didn't necessarily tell people 'oh no poor you, you lost your parents' considering how frequent it had been. Ieli, himself, was an orphan. But he still showed understanding.
He chuckled again "Glad to know she doesn't fear much either, it's kind of you to help around. I'm sure she'll turn out fine too. And trust me, as an old man, theirs nothing more fascinating than seeing the younglings grow and spread their wings." In his case it was more metaphorical, but he always enjoyed to see how his own kids and the others kids developped. "You grow proud, you just look at them and.. They may time to time be frustrating, but overall it's an undescribable feeling of pride to see what they've become."
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The old man had set out the camp fire with a little bit of help considering his lack of vision. Not that he couldn't see at all, but he could almost not see at all. People were often confused on how he could travel alone like this when he would crack jokes about being as blind as a bat, and he could see something different others could not. Permitted him to go around without needing Jon to constantly be around him.
With the snap of a finger, he threw a burst of flame on the campfire and quickly, the branches and papers caught on. He would let the others prepare the food as he sat down, grabbed out a cigarette and let it up "So you wanted a story, huh?" He chuckled lightly as he took a puff and exhaled some smoke, closing his eye as he remembered a few things of the past. "Oh dear, I have so many. But hmm... Oh! Here's one!" As he tapped on the log for the other person to come and sit right next to him.
"I don't often talk about this, but funnily enough I enjoy talking about this. But when I was younger, my parents died in the takeover of the mad king. My father was a highly respected man, the leader of the royal guards. Captain Carmes, the savior of Eldenfort, and of course, never bent a knee to the enemy. My mother stayed at his side from the beginning, and both of them were publically executed. And me and my siblings were forced to run away." He mumbled as he opened his eye again, eyeing the fire as he silently gathered his thoughts. "And from that, I have so many stories. I took care of my younger siblings, ended up joining a band of rogues, we stole to survive. And at a later age, I learned to use my charms as an advantage." He chuckled.
But in this case, he mostly focused on when he was younger. "Their was this lady, Elyandra, who took it as a mission to care for the orphans when no one would. She had the kindest heart ever, and she took us in even if she herself had no home. Where she brought us felt like a home. A merry band of thieves, but we all had different backgrounds, different stories. And sometime, we'd go hunting for meat." With that, their was a long moment of silence that trailed off. It was hard to decipher what emotion he felt. He showed none. Just a blank empty stare toward the dancing flames "It wasn't always easy, and those kind of people are often judged, but by the end of it all, like any one else, they're just people trying their best to survive. And they are a bit like family. You find all sorts of people, orphans, people who ran away from their family for personal reasons, etc. And we would sure damn protect eachothers."
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v ASDFSAF I JUST SAW YOUR RESPONSE! It was very cute XD
ZeCrazyAngel sorry for the delay, here's the reply! ^^
The dragon listened intently, he always loved listening to a story or memory, whatever it may be. But, he did seem to grow a solemn, slightly saddened look on his face as he listened to what the man had gone through. It was interesting to hear what others had experienced, or gone through, but it was always a bit heart-breaking to hear how they got to that point in their lives. Yet, he wanted to respect the struggles of life that they had endured, after all, it's what made them who they are. He seemed to admire the man silently, however, for being able to survive from all that had happened to him. He gently held his tail in between his talons as the story came to an end, although his emotional side was trying to get the better of him as he began to tear up.
"It's... so fascinating to see that despite everything, you had found someone who truly did care for you and your band of rogues." He said, choking up a slight bit, although he did take a few moments to calm himself down. He still kept his long tail-tip in his talons, but he did seem to brighten up a bit. In all honesty, the friendship between him and the woman he mentioned seemed to remind him of his friendship with a few friends of his own. However, his expression grew somber as he recounted the other events the man had described to them.
"I'm sorry you had to go through so much. It's incredible that, despite all of what happened, you still made it out of the other side." He said, and noticed he was tearing up again. So he used his tail to wipe a few tears away, shaking his head to rid some of the teardrops of their presence. "Sorry, sorry- I can get kind of emotional sometimes. I'm just a sucker for happy stories." He said, giving a bit of a nervous chuckle.
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@np, feel free to use the prompt below, or a new one entirely! Spoilered for mentions of abuse.
As he and many of the other folks around sat at the campfire, he felt it would be nice to possibly share a story of his own. Or perhaps a memory. Whatever it was, he seemed to grab his tail with his talons again, though it was unknown if it was for comfort, support, or some other reason. He seemed to give a tense sigh as he tried to recount memories or stories he could share. He was tapping his clawed foot, until his frill suddenly opened as he had an idea. He cleared his throat, sitting himself up straight to share.
"I have a bit of a story to share myself!" He said, perking his ears up as he seemed to fondly remember a memory. "It was uh... A long while ago! I was makin' an art piece for an old class of mine, and I made something I was rather proud of!" He spoke as he remembered the old memory. It couldn't have been that long ago, if he was thinking correctly. He knew it was just a piece of a silly character he made, but even so, he felt rather happy with how it had turned out back then.
"I mean, to this day, I still keep it as one of my proudest pieces! Although, my uh... parents didn't exactly agree with me on that-" He said. There was a noticeable shift in his expression and demeanor as he said that. His ears had pinned themselves back a bit, and he nervously seemed to fidget with his tail as he went silent for a few moments. Gods, he always hated remembering his parents terrible moments, he always relived the fear he had to feel in those moments. The screaming, the yelling, the fighting. The shaking and fear that followed, and the pain... It was always too much for him to handle, nevertheless remember. What did... what was he saying? Why were these people there, looking at him? He soon realized he had gone silent, and saw many others staring at him with curiosity and confusion. He cleared his throat nervously, giving a nervous smile as he clutched his tail tighter, digging his talons into it.
"Sorry- I uh... lost myself there! No need to wait on me, just- feel free to choose someone to share!" He said, and seemed to give a sigh of relief as the others began to speak amongst themselves. Although, he shrunk away so no attention could be put on him for spacing out.
"Well?" Jackson pulled back the stick he'd held over the fire. "Aren't you gonna tell us what that piece was? You hyped it up so much, I wanna know what it was! Any pictures?" He peeled the burnt layer off the marshmallow then popped it in his mouth, immediately hissing at how hot it was.
After recovering, he smiled at Victor sympathetically. "You know, lots of famous artists I've heard of had some rough times with their family. It's not fun at all, I don't have to tell you that, but I'm sure that art is a big outlet, and I bet it's stunning to look at."
"See this?" Jackson pointed at his red bandanna. "This is from my grandpa. He was the first Master Thief, and he used to wear this all the time. He'd sometimes get me out of school just to hang out. I loved hanging out with him. Or, well, I loved not having to do math. Both, really. Anyways, he gave me this one day and told him it was a good luck charm." He hesitated then smiled again. "It's been pretty lucky for me so far, so I guess he was right."
Violet eyed the bandana tied around Jackson's forehead, leaning sluggishly into the palm of her hand as she listened to him. Master Thief, huh? For a moment, she thought he could have been roleplaying, but... well, there was a string of break-ins recently, weren't there? None of her business. She wasn't a snitch, and besides, if he was being truthful... wasn't like she could do anything. So. Not her problem. Her problem right now was that he was talking about his grandfather, and it had her thinking. She hadn't been in contact with her own family in so long. She wondered if it would even be worth it to reach out.
"You're awfully lucky to've had someone like him." she droned out, "Even if his choice of headwear was a bit questionable. Just reassure me, tell me that's not a hand-me-down." She was trying to joke around, but in the habit of being so stoic... maybe it wasn't easy to tell. He seemed lighthearted about it all, though. As lighthearted as one could be when talking about a deceased relative.
"He did right by you, though." Violet then added. She was quiet for a moment. "He raised you up, made you a man -- that's all anyone can ask for out of their guardians and what-not these days. You're lucky as is, but if that bandana helps keep up your streak, then... you know. Good on you, and good on him. Think he did alright." As she pulled away, Violet reached into her back pocket, and out came a packet of cigarettes. She shook it towards Jackson. "Want one?"
"Life's a bitch, you know." Violet told the other person, "As you get older, your brain gets all fuzzy and -- you just can't do a lot anymore."
After a long time, she then added, "Val forgot me. She was my girlfriend, died a little while ago. I know the shit she did wasn't on purpose, she never meant to lash out, or panic, or whatever, she just didn't know where she was all the way, or what she was supposed to do, or what she needed. You know. It happens."
"..But, she still forgot me. Forgot me a little bit before she went, even after thirty-something years together. Don't blame her for that. Still, thinking about her, it's got me sore, and I certainly haven't anyone else. You know what I mean?"
in which Way Might Have Some Hangups
She's so beautiful. I'm furious.
Sat before Isolde, Way looked almost frightened of the angel before her, hands fidgeting, eyes never staying on her, on the dress, for more than a few moments at a time. Not quite like she was afraid to, but like she was looking at something repulsive and deformed and knew how rude it would be to stare, no matter how much she wanted to. It did fit. It fit perfectly. No doubt, the others did, too. No doubt, the others were just as beautiful. And they'd been thrown away. Several dresses, several marriages - don't you know what I'd have given for one? What I did give? She was ungrateful, and the disgust in Way's chest nauseated her.
A warning - a past held onto. She repeated Isolde's words in her head, having been only half-listening the first time, clinging to them to draw her out from the churning. They, at least, were something she could understand. The cold weight of the chain wrapped around her wrist felt, as it so rarely ever did, reassuring instead of frightening.
It had been a long time since she'd looked up and a long stretch of silence since either of them had spoken, and Way looked almost startled to realize it as she came back to herself and finally met Isolde's eyes, an unmistakable sheen of illness on her brow. The silence passed for another moment until Way found her words, the only ones she could find, voice polite but faint and weak to breaking: "It's a beautiful dress."
"I used to be a sailor," said Way, a phrase she'd grown quite used to, "until the storm. The ship was wrecked. I was the only survivor. It was a miracle." Looking a bit uncomfortable, "And I mean that. I've seen god, I've spoken to god, and I was saved."
She glanced aside. "I sound insane. I... feel insane. I would have dismissed the whole thing - if only I hadn't lived. If I hadn't woken up on the beach with this tangled around my fingers." She raised her wrist to show the holy emblem hanging from it, then hid it again, raking her fingers through soft white hair.