Which OC drinks wine out of the bottle?
Bonus: Which OC yells at them for drinking wine out of the bottle?
Aliena drinks wine straight from the bottle, Amaya yells at her for it.
Author: cheshireinunderland08
A Series of Disorganized Events (Part 2)
The sun had barely begun to rise when Maeve got up. She aimed a kick at the back of
Díograsach as she walked past him, causing the demon to awake with a start and swear, though he didn’t complain seeing as it was a normal part of their morning.
By the time the short demon had stretched, stood up, changed his clothes and brushed his teeth, Maeve had finished making tea for the pair of them.
Díograsach walked into the kitchen, and promptly paused.
She was stirring the milk into his tea with a butter knife.
“What the hell?”
“I couldnt find a spoon,” Maeve explained, causing
Díograsach to groan and walk over to the cutlery draw. He didn’t even look down as he pulled out a teaspoon on his first try.
“Thanks.”
“Anytime, you stupid fae,”
Díograsach said, smirking slightly at his roommate’s annoyed huff.
All in all, it was a perfectly normal morning.
A Series of Disorganized Events (Part 1)
It started, as these things often do, as a regular Wednesday morning. Maeve had opened her shop and was, for the first time in a long while, sorting through some of the knick-knacks on display. She hummed as she did so, sometimes stopping to squint at an ornament in thought and try to remember where she got it from, but otherwise she continued her work without interruption.
That changed, however, when there was a loud crash from the storage cupboard followed by a minute of increasingly creative swears. The door slammed against the wall as it opened and a short, disgruntled looking figure stomped out.
“We might have a problem,” the demon said, looking back into the room over his shoulder with some apprehension.
“What did you do this time?” Maeve put down the ornament she’d just picked up with a sigh.
“I might have broken a figurine and unleash-” he was interrupted by the sound of growling.
“
Díograsach…tell me that wasn’t what I think it was…”
“It wasn’t the sound of a baby dragon,” he answered immediately.
“It was.”
“Why did you tell me not to tell you if you were just gonna disagree?!”
Which OC would ask their crush to Homecoming with an incredibly elaborate method?
Which OC would just ask them via text?
Sora would probably ask Iro with an elaborate method.
Mallory would just send Cassian a text saying something like “we’re going to Homecoming, get a red tie” and he’d just accept it.
How would your OC describe their hometown?
Arwen: Trees. Many trees.
Maeve: Who the hell knows? Terrible, i guess. Considering i cant remember it.
Fuoco and Amadeo: The middle of nowhere.
Which OC would sell another OC to Satan for one corn chip, if given the opportunity?
Maeve would probably try to do this with
Díograsach…and fail because he is a demon.
Early Morning Shenanigans
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Put me down!”
Díograsach shouted as he squirmed and tried to get out of Maeve’s hold, something that probably wasn’t smart because if he did somehow manage to get free, he would fall 5 feet down. But hey, no one would ever accuse
Díograsach of being intelligent.
The faerie laughed lazily at the short demon, holding him up by his legs as she fluttered around the area outside her shop. “Stop messing with my organization and maybe I will.”
“What organization? You’re the single most disorganized person I’ve ever met!”
Which OC highlights passages or makes notes in the margins of their books?
If it’s like a regular textbook and not something super old then Nenet.
Which OCs favorite holiday is April Fools?
If where she lives does that, Arwen. She just loves to have fun and make mischief.
The tree was a tall one, though in a forest full of trees that usually grew to be about 80 feet tall, that wasn’t extraordinary. The fact the tree was wide enough to fit a shire horse inside was. Hanging from the branches were several wind chimes, some clumsily made from shells, some crafted from the most beautiful glass beads, others were made from strips of metal. Connecting the tree to the surrounding ones were garlands of purple and pink and yellow flowers woven by skilled hands.
A green door sat at the base of the tree, covering an opening carved into the wood. Inside was a single room. Pressed up against the wall, opposite the door and underneath a carved out window, was a simple platform bed, made of oak wood with a mattress stuffed with sheep wool and a quilt made out of colorful squares stitched together. Spread out across the center of the room was a mossy green rug. Positioned at an angle, there was a large chest of drawers tucked into the right side of the small home. Vases and other glass pieces were spread out over the top, along with a small collection of handmade bead necklaces. Plates and cups were stacked on a shelf that hung beside the door.
In the small clearing outside the tree house, there was a place where a fire was clearly meant to be lit. Lying on a small log was a pan flute, there was also a small satchel of herbs leaning against it. To the west of the clearing, there was a small garden filled with carrots and potatoes, along with an apple tree. The sound of a running stream not far away meant that there was both a source of water and a source of fish for the owner of the home.
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