Interrupted Naps and Snow

There was snow on the ground when she woke up. Well, she supposed she couldn’t really call it the ground, considering it was actually the roof. Regardless of whether or not she should call it the ground or the roof, she was awake when there was snow which usually only came down in winter when she was asleep.

As it was melting, she guessed that spring was on the horizon.

Stretching her arms above her head, she stood up and angled her telescope towards the actual ground. Through it, she could see Titanium clearing the front steps of the temple.

Astrophyllite whistled sharply to attract attention and, once the much more durable woman looked up, waved.

She smiled slightly when her greeting was returned and turned her telescope to face the sky once again.

The snowdrops she had seen on the ground told her that it would soon be time for the rest to wake up but until then, she would go back to napping.


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of ghosts, ghouls and strange things

It began as an ordinary Octobers day in the week leading up to Halloween.

Anshee had a feeling it would not remain an ordinary day for long, though she didn’t say anything to anyone about her concerns. This close to the day the veil between the worlds of the dead and the living was the thinnest, strange things had a habit of happening. Usually they were small, like Bram suddenly losing his craziness and becoming almost meek…which might not actually seem small, considering Bram’s craziness was a large part of who he was.

Taking past experiences with Halloween and the week leading up to it as a warning, Anshee got up from where she had meditated in lieu of sleeping and walked towards the kitchen cautiously. Perhaps she was overreacting, but the memory of the incident with that ghost determined to stop her ex-husband from killing himself made her wary.

Whatever it was, she hoped it wouldn’t take too much time to deal with. Kiandre, the boy she’d met when the older people in the Cs had decided that she spent too much time at HQ (what did they know?), had somehow managed to get her to agree to meet him at the GRC for something.

When she turned a corner and was in the kitchen, her feeling was proven correct…at least she thought so. Bram, bleeding eye sockets clear to see, was perched on the table. Audrey was looking through the cabinets for some reason. Adone was sat in one of the chairs with a gun on the table in front of him. Eva was standing near Audrey, one of her arms linked with Wren’s as they talked quietly to each other (they had become close after the latter’s death). Florence was nowhere to be seen (she was probably off traumatising someone…)

Normally this wouldn’t have been strange, they usually did stuff like this.

No, the strange thing was that Anshee couldn’t see through them. She’d always been able to see through them, that was part of what made it easy to tell who was a ghost and who wasn’t without needing to see them do ghost stuff.

Today, they all looked relatively solid. Bram sometimes went intangible, often when he pulled a concentrated face.

“What?” she asked walking over to them. “Going on?”

Bram, as he usually did, elected himself as the spokesperson for the ghosts. “We think, though we are not entirely sure, that we have somehow managed to become…almost alive?”

That…really didn’t answer her question all that much.

Audrey closed the cabinet doors with an aggravated huff. “He means that we are solid and, though we haven’t proven it, we might be visible to people who are not mediums.”

“Ah,” was the young medium’s reply.

Distantly, she could hear the sounds of people heading towards the kitchen. Well, this could go two ways. Either it went okay or…it went badly. Very badly.

She sighed and sat down in the chair next to Adone. Florence dropped down from wherever she had been to sit opposite her.

As predicted, not even 2 minutes after she sat down, David  came into the kitchen followed by Lily,  and promptly paused at the sight of the Ghosts.

“Who…?” David began but Anshee cut him off, a look of annoyance on her face as she was forced to speak normally.

“These are the ghosts that follow me. Bram, the one without eyes. Adone, the one next to me. Audrey, the one by the cabinets. Eva is by Wren who i’m sure you’ve met before. Finally, Florence is the one sat opposite me.”

“Got to be honest, I thought you were lying about the ghosts,” Lily stated from the background, her arms crossed as she took in the group of ghosts, the theme song of ghostbusters playing in the back of her head.

“The incident with the pillows and the thing with the lights during that time we watched horror movies, you really thought I did that?” Anshee raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Okay so I was a little freaked out by that,” Lily admitted before continuing, “But I thought it may have been some elaborate prank you all pulled on me.”

“That time we all went to the park and I let Bram possess me, you didn’t think it was strange that i suddenly started talking with a male voice and going intangible?”

“I uh….,” Lily couldn’t find an excuse for that one. But still the brawler just wouldn’t believe that ghosts actually exist. “Ok, so that was weird.”  

“I feel offended that you didn’t believe in us. And after all that effort I put into messing with you,” Bram turned his face to look at her, somehow able to tell where she was even though he didn’t have eyes.

“Look, it doesn’t matter if we believed in the ghosts or not, we need to figure out why and how we can now see them,” David said, trying to get them all back on track.

Anshee shrugged. “This close to Halloween, strange things always happen. The fact that the ghosts are now visible to non-mediums doesn’t even rank into the top five strangest things that have happened to me over the years.”

“So as we get closer and closer to Halloween, are more strange things going to happen?” David asked her, he wanted to ask about the other strange things that had occurred but decided not to pry.

“Probably. Three years ago, I had to deal with the ghost’s personalities being flipped around. As it got closer to Halloween, their personalities got even more weird. Then, as soon it turned into the first of November, they were all back to normal.”

“So we have to deal with them until the first of November?” Lily asked the others, looking around at the group. When she realized the answer was a yes she sighed, grumbling under her breath “Great, just great.”

“Trust me, the feeling’s mutual,” Bram responded, smirking slightly.

“Flo thinks it’s fine,” the child-like ghost giggled out from behind her hand, hiding her trademark twisted smirk.

“Well, I don’t,” Audrey huffed, folding her arms over her chest. “How am I supposed to do my snooping if I’m visible?” the ex-reporter turned around to face the group fully, revealing her permanently wide grin in the process.

“Wait….snooping?” David’s eyes went wide, Did this ghost follow the members around just to get good gossip on them? If that was true then she probably knew about how much of a nerd he actually was.

“Yes, snooping. I’m a reporter,” a shadow crossed her face briefly and the wide grin seemed to become slightly sad. “Well, I was anyway.”

She seemed to read David’s train of thought. “Whilst I do sometimes follow the members around, I do have more interesting things to do with my time.”

“Like what?” Lily asked, actually curious to what ghosts did in their free time. It wasn’t like they could go to an arcade or bar.

Audrey shrugged. “Like look around for spirits that have the potential to become a problem if left unchecked. I also snoop around various criminal hideouts, that’s always fun. Nothing like coming face to face with someone who would try to kill you without a second thought but can’t because they can’t see you to remind you of the fact that you’re dead,” surprisingly, she didn’t sound bitter as she said that, just matter of fact.

Florence giggled without reason, as she was known to do, and smiled innocently at the non-mediums.

There was a sudden scream as Ellis rushed in, tripping over his own two feet. He froze in the doorway, blinking rapidly. He’d been screaming because he was a hyperactive eight year old with nothing to do. It was only logical to him to run around screaming. But… he didn’t know what to do with this, honey brown eyes big in surprise.

Anshee sighed. Looked like she would be explaining, yet again, what was going on. Why couldn’t it have been a normal day? Oh yeah…Halloween week.

Out of the corner of his eye, Adone noticed that Florence had hidden her mouth behind her hand and had somehow produced a bunny doll from somewhere. Inwardly, he sighed. He was the only one who knew about what she did to the boy who had just arrived and knowing her, she was bound to repeat it unless she was reeled in. Besides, the rabbit was always a sign of bad things to come.

“Florence,” the young girl froze when Adone pinned her with an unamused look. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”

“Who, me?” she tilted her head to the side innocently. Adone wasn’t fooled. Actually, none of the ghosts were fooled, neither was Anshee. They had all spent too much time around the girl to be fooled by her cute and innocent act.

Before any of the non-mediums that were already there could ask what they were on about when they told the ghost named Florence to not do something, Lain and Parker walked into the kitchen.


This will forever remain incomplete…mostly because I’m no longer really close or in touch with the people who sort of wrote this with me.


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Stitches and Titanium Skin

The faint click of heels on polished marble rang out into the quiet corridor. No one else was awake at this time of year, only her. Winter made the rest of them drowsy and often caused them all to shut down if it dropped below a certain temperature. 

Occasionally, she would walk past parts of the walls so well polished that she could see herself in them.  She didn’t stop though, she merely continued to walk down the hall in an ineffective attempt at entertaining herself. 

Her foot steps came to a stop at the end of the corridor, directly in front of the only actual mirror in the entire temple.

Turquoise had most likely been the one to put it there, what with her obsession with checking that her hair looked perfect and that her outfit wasn’t untidy.

She looked at herself, mismatched eyes glancing over her scarred and stitched up body, her scarred face and her hair that would have reached the floor if it didn’t curl up into ringlets at the ends. 

The hand that wasn’t resting on the sword sheathed at her hip reached up and calloused fingers traced a line across the two rows of stiches that began at the corner of her mouth.

Sometimes the sight of her own scarred features in comparison to the considerably less scared skin of her companions sent a jolt of annoyance through her, they still had all their own body parts after all. Other times, she was mildly proud about having earned them, about having the scars and the acquired limbs and the stolen eyes. 

This time, she felt the latter.

Titanium smiled slightly at her reflection, turned on her heel and went back the way she came.


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Do you remember us being friends?

It’s okay if you don’t. Sometimes I forget too.

The memories are fuzzy and worn at the edges, some of them are not that old, others go back years.

Do you remember us being friends?

I do.

Perhaps you were the one to teach me that I’m bad with other people and can’t keep friends to save my life, perhaps you were the one to remind me.

It doesn’t matter.

Do you remember us being friends?

I dont think you do. 

I dont want to either.

Perhaps things will be better like that.

There was something about staring into a mirror made several hundred years ago, during which time the country it had been made by had been fighting a war against your own.

She didn’t know what that something was. She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.

Nenet mulled over that thought as she adjusted the neckline of her dress, tucked a short lock of hair behind her ear and took inventory of her face (and the room, with its rails of old dresses, gaudy jewellery displayed by mannequins and walls decorated in gold). 

She picked up a tube of red lipstick and began to apply it, green eyes staring back at herself.

Perhaps that something was the feeling of what it must have been like, hundreds of years ago, going about your daily life with the threat of an invasion by people who fought like wild things and never surrendered.


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To Walk With Legends

They call her princess, only daughter of the man who ruled over a small town with fear and bloodshed and the power of his wife. Princess, the woman with snakes for hair calls her the first time she meets the girl who would hold her symbol. Princess, her father calls her, a twisted smirk on his face as he watches her read great tomes by the time she’s five because she will be the heir to her mother’s magic, he knows that. He doesn’t know that she doesn’t intend to stay, especially not after he starts to “train” her and leaves her with bruises painting the side of her face.

Nenet doesn’t have time to listen to what she is called or what she’s supposed to do, there are magics to study and myths to learn and plans to form. Because lingering inside her head is the feeling she has to be ready, there’s no time to wait.


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I do not dream

Dark brown eyes above pale cheeks and dark bruises that will not fade. Fingernails obsessively picking at sleeve cuffs, hair tied up in a bun with a black ribbon. Teeth gnawing on bottom lips without thought.

Sounds echoing through the woods, leaves crunching underfoot, a shape moving just out of sight.

She dips her toes into the water of the stream, holding the skirt of her white sundress up slightly. Bram stands as far away as possible, regarding the water with the kind of distain a cat might.

The shape moves forward, a deer with antlers draped in vines that do not grow here.

He skims a stone across the stream, watching her step aside, head thrown back in laughter, a pretty mess of bruised eyes, pale cheeks and bitten lips.

The deer’s mouth hinges open, a piercing shriek erupts. Birds take off and she hunches over, blood staining the palm of her hand.


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downwards into insanity

White.

Everywhere I look, there is only white.

I hate it. HATE It!

Pain.

Hatred.

Anger.

They’re all I know.

You were creating a monster, you know?

You thought you were creating a weapon.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

It isn’t funny.

For you at least.

I’m free now.

Free from that room.

I’m coming for you now.

Better run.

Or not.

That would give you a false sense of hope.

I just killed your secret girlfriend.

It was beautiful.

Blood-red thorny vines shot out of her back only to dive back in between her ribcage or wind their way down her to the ground, they lifted her off the floor, the brambles continued their vile work as others looked on in horror, her blood provided them with the nourishment they needed until she stopped struggling and went still, turned into just another body in my way.

I heard your footsteps.

I heard your breathing.

You suck at hide and seek.

Found you.

Oh, your pathetic screams of how she was pregnant don’t mean a thing to me.

I killed my mother.

What makes you think I care about her death if I can so callously talk about killing my own flesh and blood?

Ah, there it is.

That realization that you are going to die.

That I don’t care.

That her screams were music to my ears.

Oh, you’re going to try and fight me, are you?

Foolish.

Worthless.

You’re holding your throat now.

It’s bleeding.

I think I severed your vocal cords.

You released the mad ones, didn’t you?

The ones that are far too lost in their pain and suffering to have coherent thought.

They won’t save you.

The first one I encountered, I snapped his neck.

The second one, I smashed against the wall until her skull caved in.

Beautiful.

I just smashed the power generator.

I plunged this place into darkness.

I just killed another one.

A child this time.

I cut out his heart.

His tears were delicious.

Isn’t it ironic?

You laughed as you inflicted pain on me.

WHOSE LAUGHING NOW?!

Now I laugh as I kill you.

One by one.

No ones alive now.

Except for me.

There is no more white.

Now, there is blood and guts and brain matter everywhere.

Red.

Black.

Everything is red and black.

I love it. LOVE IT!


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Fox Skin

It began, as fairy tales often do, with a princess. Perhaps she was pretty, perhaps she was ugly, that is not the point.

The point is that this isn’t a fairy tale.

The princess was a spoiled individual, given anything she wanted by her father no matter the price.

One day, she decided that she wanted a fox’s pelt. In her time, foxes were almost extinct, but that didn’t matter to her or her father.

So off the king went and he found a fox. 

The thing about foxes is that they have developed a way to hide. By shedding their pelt and becoming human. 

Anyway, the king killed the fox disguised as a human and took her pelt.

But he wasn’t to know that she had a daughter.

A daughter who wanted revenge.

Some OC Physical Descriptions

@millie-likes-art bribed me to write this with a picture of a cat…I have absolutely no shame…


Nenet has cobalt blue hair and is cut to the base of her neck at the back and her chin in the front with a centre parting and her eyes clearly on display. She has upturned almond shaped emerald green eyes. Her skin tone is a darkly tanned colour and she is very clearly muscled. She is about 6’4". She has a faint scar running across the side of her neck and several more crossing over her arms. Nenet also has a scar running from just under her belly button to the top of her thigh, another running diagonally across her back to her hip and the last one running down the side of her right calf.

Iro has pale blond hair cut in an asymmetrical bob and tipped with all the colours in the rainbow, lightly tanned skin, pupilless light brown almond shaped eyes, a pixie like build. She stands at 4’4". Her facial features are sharp, and she has a button nose, usually covered in a dash of paint. Something that’s odd about her is that her ears are pointed. Iro has a few tattoos. Going down her hip, she has a purple carnation, in-between her shoulder blades are seven rainbow water colour trees and on her rib cage, she has a black silhouette of a fairy crouched down, wings unfurled.