Apocalypsewriters - I Think I’m Lost

𝔊𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔪 𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔬

Grimm is the main character of Falling of the Stars. He has been a long time character that I have had since I started writing,but of course...his backstory has changed a lot since I was young and didn't understand the concepts and elements in his backstory.

"I am nothing but a sorrowful shell of what I used to be...hollowed out and filled with hate."

𝔅𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔠 ℑ𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫:

Name: Harlow Worthy-Monroe Moreno

Nicknames: Harley, Mo, Loey

Age

Physically: 30

Chronologically: 4,000

Birthday: October 31st

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Personality:

Good traits: Brave, creative, innovative, empathetic, calm

Bad Traits: moody, pessimistic, withdrawn, perfectionist, overly independent

Briggs Myers: INTJ

Personality: Possess creative minds and a strong desire to put their ideas into practice and accomplish their goals. Quickly identify similarities in outside events and create long-term explanatory viewpoints. When determined, plan a task and complete it. Independent and skeptic, with high expectations for both their own others performance.

Enneagram: Enneagram 4 (The individualist)

Temperament: Melancholic

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Demi-Sexual

Gender: Male

Native Language: Duchannes, Aventine, Moreau, Lavigne, Alder, Navi, Lei, Anoa, Akai, and Nucsha (Languages I'm Isla)

Other Languages: English, French, German, Greek, Portuguese

Abilities: Normal God abilities

Special Abilities: Emotion manipulation, Darkness manipulation, Fire manipulation, Empathy

Natural talent: Music

Hobbies: Music, Painting, Hiking, Cooking, Caring for animals, Being touched, Humans

Likes: Music, Solitude, Reading, Writing, Animals, Learning

Dislikes: Crowds, Ravenna, Oddeathe, Loud sounds, Being touched, Humans

Fears: Oddeathe, Losing his kids and siblings, Love

Mental Disabilities: Depression and Anxiety

Physical Disabilities: None

Medical History: Allergic to nuts

𝔙𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶:

Education: Ravenna had home schooled him and his siblings. They learned things that they would not have learned if they had a live in teacher. They were pushed to the brink and experienced mental burn out when they were very young.

Childhood: Grimm—real name Harlow—is the biological child of Ravenna and Oddeathe. He is the God of Melancholy and loneliness. Grimm is the oldest of ten children, having been born in 2,000 B.C. Grimm didn’t have much of a happy childhood.

He watched as his parents fought every day with one another after he had turned five. When he was an infant, his mother refused to hold him, believing that he would grow up to be entitled and needing the love of another if he were to be catered to now. Because of this, he has become detached from those that he is supposed to attach to most. When he was seven years old, his mother, knowing that those in Isla are vegan or vegetarian, gave him rotten meat as a way to stop him from whining about his hungry.

This made him sick, as one would imagine and he found himself withdrawing from his mother, realizing that she couldn't care less about him or his siblings even. This led to him being withdrawn from an early age and onward.

Teen Years: Once he hit the age of 13, he started to distance himself more for him mother, deciding to live with his father in the underworld. His siblings remained with their mother, but Grimm refused to stick around with her. In the underworld, his father started to teach him more about his abilities and he made him showcase his abilities on those that were imprisoned in Vega.

Oddeathe told him that they deserved to be tortured, there for, he could use his abilities on them. Grimm took his word for it, only being a child and wanting to believe in the good in his father. However, their made him believe that cruelty was okay, and he started to believe in what his mother and father said.

He became cold and cruel towards anyone that got in his way. Around the time he was 16, Grimm had—due to the neglect of his father and mother—gotten into an inappropriate relationship with one of his father's friends, not realizing then that what was happening was inappropriate and he was being groomed.

Grimm believed that he was in love with this god, and even had his first with the older man. However, after a few years, his became abusive towards the boy. He became jealous and would keep him away from his father, mother, and siblings.

Grimm was trapped with him until he ended up getting the help of the cosmic horror, Khalessi. She killed the god and sent his soul into Vega, taking Grimm under her wing and keeping him close as a way to protect him. At this point, he had started to form feelings for her, and the feeling was mutual.

Adulthood: Grimm and Khaleesi ended up getting married when they were 18 years old. This was due to Grimm finding out that she was carrying Joden and Jadis at the time. His parents did not care that they got hitched, however, Khaleesi’s mother did, and she didn’t think that they were ready to be parents at that age.

They did not heed her words, being as young as they were, they believed that they could handle it. As time passed and after the twins were born, Grimm started to notice something off about Khaleesi. He would notice that she would hold and coddle Jadis, but she would never do the same for Joden. In fact, she never really held him after the day that he had been born. She didn’t breast feed him either, leaving Grimm to bottle feed the child. However, as they got older, Grimm started to understand why she was so cold to Joden.

They found that Joden was the god of death, and his abilities scared her. While Jadis was the god of life, and she favored him because he was not as temperamental as Joden was. Grimm would often confront her about this, telling her that treating one better than the other would make them hate each other in the end, and by the time they were teens and by the time their other kids came into the picture, Joden and Jadis did not get along at all. It got to the point where Khaleesi decided to take Jadis and the other kids, leaving Grimm and Joden.

Grimm was hurt by this, and he knew that Joden was as well. He tried his best to get on with his life and to help mend Joden as well, telling him that he was in fact loved. It would not be long before the rest of the kids, one by one, came back to Grimm. They expressed to Grimm that their mother manipulated them, turning them against him and Joden.

They mended their relationship, but due to this, Grimm had a target on his back. He and his family went into hiding, wanting to keep his kids and himself safe from his ex. The king and Queen at the time, Melchizedek and Leia Moreno, came to him, offering him and his kids a place. He agreed to this, and they soon became close to the man and his kids, “adopting” them into the family. This came in handy when it came to their part and taking Oddeathe down and dragging him to the deepest and darkest part of Vega, leaving him there to rot.

𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭𝔰:

Status: God (Royalty)

Best Friend: Persephone

Partners: None

Love Interest: None

Enemy: Oddeathe, Ravenna, Himself

Pets: Persephone

Parents: Oddeathe and Ravenna

Siblings: Vanessa, Noelle, Charon, Prince, King, Elysia, Aello, Sirius, Melinoe

Other Relatives: The Moreno Family

𝔄𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢:

Species (Race): God

Eye Color: Dark red

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: Gentle Waves

Hair Length: Waist-length

Skin Tone: Pale White

Height: 9'0

Weight: 490 Lbs.

Body Type: Lithe and Toned

Birth Symbols: Three star-size freckles under his left eye and a skull on the back of his neck

Tattoos and Piercings: Ear lobes, tongue piercing

Character Aesthetic

This is Grimm's aesthetic, what I see when I think of his character. I hope you guys enjoy it! The song that is playing is called Escapist by Oceans ate Alaska.

amazing how much writing i get done when i actually write. who could have foreseen this

NO ONE knows how to use thou/thee/thy/thine and i need to see that change if ur going to keep making “talking like a medieval peasant” jokes. /lh

They play the same roles as I/me/my/mine. In modern english, we use “you” for both the subject and the direct object/object of preposition/etc, so it’s difficult to compare “thou” to “you”.

So the trick is this: if you are trying to turn something Olde, first turn every “you” into first-person and then replace it like so:

“I” →  “thou”

“Me” →  “thee”

“My” →  “thy”

“Mine” →  “thine”

Let’s suppose we had the sentences “You have a cow. He gave it to you. It is your cow. The cow is yours”.

We could first imagine it in the first person-

“I have a cow. He gave it to me. It is my cow. The cow is mine”.

And then replace it-

“Thou hast a cow. He gave it to thee. It is thy cow. The cow is thine.”

12 days of self appreciation day one: hug

From @writeblrfantasy event. It’s a little late but that’s okay. Admittedly I don’t write nearly enough hug scenes so I’m going to rectify that.

Bennie crushed Cuckoo to their chest. Her eyes widened in surprise but she said nothing. Ben’s arms wrapped around her like a viper, one sliding up and dislodging the gold detailed bandana across her hair. Weakly, she pushed against his chest, where her arms were pinned, but she didn’t move. Resigning herself to the situation, she inhaled deeply. Ben smelled like metallic earth and growing things, even though he hadn’t been gardening for a month. Old sweat faintly broke through the green of his scent and Cuckoo wrinkled her nose. Though she was originally resisting this, the hug was kind of nice, not awkward like she worried it would be. The weight of it seemed to be blocking out her worries, the pressure pulling her attention to be solely on the little world in Ben’s arms. She didn’t have to worry about the consequences of her actions, what the others would think of the stunt she pulled, how she would rectify, and wanted to rectify, any damage she had caused. That could be dealt with later. For now, her focus could be on herself and the care she needed, wanted, had from Ben. It would be enough, and things might be okay.

art for the character intros of Slips of the Stars! Click for better quality :)

12 days of writer self love day 4: blood

This is an angsty piece I wrote 3 years ago, and was the first thing I thought of with the prompt. When I wrote it I was super proud of it, so now is its chance to see the light of day.

Bella was making breakfast in the kitchen when it happened. It came out of the blue since she hadn’t had a blood surge in a while - the last one happened a few days ago before she met Zach. As unexpected as it was, she’d had some warning; a slight dizzy spell which prompted her to set down the pot she’d been preparing on the paraffin stove which she’d found in a junkyard and miraculously managed to salvage.

She let out her breath in a huff as her joints and muscles tightened. She tried to keep herself upright, but the pain surged and she collapsed with a dull thump, which alerted Freddie, who was reading on the couch waiting for breakfast.

“Bella?” he called out, concerned. Through the fog of pain, Bella heard the creak of the couch as he got up and the padding of his feet on the metal floor. With what little concentration she had left, Bella tried to reach for the chair near her to prop herself up before Freddie saw her helpless form sprawled out on the floor. She didn’t want to worry him, he had enough problems; even if he didn’t share them she could see the melancholy in his eyes. Unfortunately, another wave of pain washed over her and her outstretched arm hit the floor, creating even more agony. She groaned quietly. A gasp moments later told her that Freddie finally found her.

“Oh my goodness,” Bella heard the panic build in his voice. His book fell to the floor with a thud, not helping her throbbing head. “Zach? Uh, Zauch?! Can you come please? Now!”

Zach tottered out from his section of the bunker. Grumbling and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Freddie, what is it? I just woke up. Can’t this wait?” Zach’s footsteps stopped abruptly, before growing louder and faster, banging across the floor, slightly increasing Bella’s pain.

“Shoot! What happened, Freddie?” he sounded more awake now.

“I have no idea,” Freddie replied. “I heard a thump and come over, and she was just lying on the floor.”

The next surge brought the pain level close to the blood surge, which had made her black out. Her ears started ringing, and the boys’ voices grew muffled. She caught the words “move” and “couch”, before feeling pressure by her ankles, a light touch behind her head and a sudden weightlessness. Mere moments after leaving the cold, hard ground she barely felt the embrace of the couch while her pain level peaked. Lights and voices swam about in her mind, memory and present mixing together, imagination and reality becoming an indistinguishable blur as she flitted in and out of consciousness.

Slowly, the pain reduced and Bella regained some control of her muscles. She opened her eyes gradually, not realising she’d shut them under her body’s stress. She sat up gingerly, propping herself against the back of the couch, swinging her legs onto the floor, and twisted her neck slightly, hearing the joints pop. Bringing her attention in front of her, she saw Freddie and Zach sitting cross-legged on either side of her feet, looking expectantly up at her. Freddie looked lost and a little traumatised, his world shaken up by Bella’s weakness, while Zach seemed concerned and somewhat angry.

“What the heck was that?” Zach demanded hotly.

“Uh, to be honest, I’m not really sure,” Bella answered honestly and vaguely, grimacing at the scratchiness of her voice, which sounded like she’d been gargling nails and only amplified Freddie’s uneasiness.

“Well, tell us what you do know,” Zach’s tone took on what Bella could only describe as an air similar to an official interrogation, which was a skill she attested to being learned from his police officer father.

“Give me a second,” Bella stalled as she got up, wincing at the lingering ache in her muscles. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, taking a swig as she sat down with a hiss, her body protesting at the movement. She waved Freddie away, who’d gotten up to help her, before continuing.

“I call them blood surges. It’s the most accurate description I could come up with - it feels like my blood is boiling in my veins, and there are random surges of pain during it.” Zach frowned at Bella’s words. She kept speaking, disregarding the older boy’s darkening expression, before continuing her explanation.

“I lose most sometimes all control over my body, which is why I collapsed before.”

Zach cut her off before she could continue, “So this isn’t new. It’s happened before.”

Bella nodded, “The first time was right after the green gas was released and I had a few more after that, sometimes while running from the infected.” After grimacing at the memory of the panic she’d felt in those situations, she gave Freddie a weak smile, hoping to cheer him up by using his terminology. However, his expression remained shell-shocked.

“So this happens regularly?” Zach tried to specify.

Bella shook her head no, “This is the first time it’s happened since you’ve arrived. So it’s pretty irregular, and I generally have little to no warning beforehand.”

“Why didn’t I notice?” Freddie spoke up for the first time since the incident started.

Bella shrugged, “You were out scavenging I think.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” hurt and heat built up in his voice.

“It was unimportant.”

“But I could’ve helped. Saved you some pain. Something!” Freddie’s voice cracked.

Trying to remain calm, but struggling slightly Bella replied, “I had it under control. It didn’t endanger us. Besides, we’re all entitled to some secrets. Don’t pretend that you’ve told us everything about you, I’ve seen it. You’re not the only genius around here!”

“Yeah, well-”

“ENOUGH!!” Zach interrupted, sensing the situation escalating. Freddie took a calming breath, he seemed to be tense, a little jarred after losing his cool. Bella saw the wheels start turning in his mind, thinking over solutions for a problem he was yet to share, and she smiled slightly, comforted by the return to order.

“What do you think this is linked to?” asked Freddie. “The gases perhaps? Seeing as that’s when you said it first occurred.”

Bella’s curiosity was kindled. She tilted her head back to rest on the back of the couch and started to ponder the seemingly endless possibilities for her “affliction”.

Zach awkwardly cleared his throat, intimidated and isolated by knowledge he didn’t understand, and interrupted Bella’s train of thought. “Is something burning?”

“Oh no!” she cried. “Breakfast!” She started to stand up, but Zach pushed her down gently.

“I’ll get it. Don’t strain yourself after what just happened.”

“No, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine,” Bella reassured both boys, brush Zach’s hands off and standing up fully. She staggered, what she hoped was the last of the pain hitting her like a wall. Zach shot up and grabbed her shoulder, stabilizing her. He seemed skeptical of her proclamation.

“Really,” she insisted. “It’ll be okay. You don’t know how to do breakfast anyway.” With that she strode off to the kitchen leaving behind a frowning Zach and Freddie reading on the couch once more.