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Fallen Magic Snippet

(Snippet from a book I'm writing, "Fallen Magic". Please DO NOT steal/copy.)

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“JOHN!” Blake cried, diving down to catch John before he ate dirt, grunting as the full weight of his friend crashed into him.

“John. John, can you hear me?” John sucked in a ragged breath, glazed eyes staring up dazedly.

“B-Blake? D’ we get ‘er?” Blake glance back at the Captain’s prone form.

“Yeah, buddy,” He said. “We did. Don’t worry about her. Focus on me.”

John coughed and groaned. “Ugh... Hurts...”

Blake pressed down harder on the stab wound. “I know, hang in there.” Nathan stepped warily around the Captain’s body and rooted through the saddlebag on the white and grey stallion, smoothing a hand along it’s hindquarters as it huffed uneasily. With a silent whoop he pulled out a small medical kit, and he brought it over to Blake, who was working to both apply pressure and keep John talking.

“Here,” Nathan said, handing over the kit. “Try this.” Blake nodded, accepting it with a trembling hand. He hesitated.

“Nathan, I–”

“Later,” The boy said sternly, shoving the kit into Blake’s palm. Blake set to work without another word, pouring disinfectant from a small glass vial over the wound, wiping at it with a gauze pad. John moaned miserably, pink eyes hooded and glossy. Nathan had never seen him look so weak, sweat beading along his brow and his normally tan skin pale.

“I know, hang in there. Almost done.” Blake murmured, wrapping bandages around and around until there was no bandaging left. A groan came from nearer to the lake, and Nathan shuffled anxiously. Some of the Royalists who’d only been knocked out were beginning to wake, and the boy had no interest in staying to see what they’d do when they did.

Gem fusions! Josep and Adler (because they’re my comfort characters. Sue me.) and John and Blake. I might make more if people are interested!

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🔹✨F u s i o n✨🔹

Welp here it is! You know I HAD to draw John and Blake like this. The chaotic feel— It’s too perfect. They’re definitely about to f-ck something up 👀

Draw your OCs/OTPs

Been wanting to sketch more of John, so here you go! My favorite pink-eyed boy ;D

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🌈 M O N T H 🌈

Just some sketches I made :)

Sorry for the crappy camera quality! My camera hasn’t been working well lately for some reason.

John J. Johnson

Wanted For

Burglary

Stealing a horse

Murder

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Never give a fae your name, and remember: John is the biggest bone-head.

His Wha—?

Some drawings I’ve worked on recently! First drawing is of myself, then a friend, and then a random comic!

Adding some color to The Darkness.

Nathan hiding behind John because John is good at protecting things 🥰

Say what you will but having This Thing come at your face at 50mph is t e r r i f y i n g .

They’re not insane criminals, they’re just… eccentric.

Captured by Royalists, John and Blake are being held in a cell awaiting transport to the Royal City. John… isn’t handling it too well… Wonder how they’ll get out!

Blake: Done 🙅🏻

John, Blake, and Nathan get locked in a prison cell. Luckily their ally Ekward shows up before they do anything stupid!

Do you have any poems you could share with us?

I don’t write poems really, but I do write a lot of stories! These stories are where my OCs come from, actually. Here’s a few snippets from things I’ve written:

“I feel…” Robert began slowly. “I feel like I don’t fit here, anymore.” He tilted his head slightly, face drawn. “I feel like the whole world is different and I’m… the same. What do you do when you realize you don’t have a place anymore? Where do you go?” Bella took his hand tightly, squeezing it to be sure he listened to her, and listened well.

“No matter how much things change, there is one place you will always belong, and that’s right here. With me.”

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"I cannot believe I let you talk me into this..." Blake grumbled from behind John, who was grinning like a loon, pink eyes glinting. Just beyond their hiding spot was a horse, tall and robust; an expensive-looking leather saddle sat upon its black and grey bespeckled back. It snorted, shaking its head, ears twitching.

"Oh come on, look at it! The saddle alone has to be worth, what, ten... twenty silvers? Maybe it could even be worth five gold if we find the right person." John argued.

Blake snorted. "Right, but that's all assuming we get away with stealing it. Besides, won't someone wonder where we'd gotten it from when we try to sell it off? You don't just get rid of stuff like that unless something fishy is going on. We could get caught, and then Royalists will chop off our heads to use for polo."

"What a wonderful image," John quipped, moving back from where he was peeking around the building to level a blank stare at his friend.

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John ran his hand across the object's surface, feeling rough, sandy stone; delicate runes carved across it. Embedded in the center, glittering in the sunlight, was a white gemstone. Fingers hovering above the gem, John felt a scorching heat emanating from it. Where the heat came from was anyone's guess, but John moved his hand away after only a few seconds, unable to leave it still without feeling like he'd burn himself. Weird, he thought, as he stepped away from the slab.

Hello Cosmic. I have a question! Do your oc have a favorite item, hobby, animal, etc that could be considered obsessive, like do they have an undying love for cats and such?

Hey there! My OCs definitely have interests, skills, and hobbies. Not all are obsessive, but there are a few 😅

John has a locket that contains a photo of him and his deceased wife Evelynn. It’s his treasured possession and he always wears it, tucking it into his shirts.

Blake loves maps and books, and is constantly buying them. He considers it a hobby, John considers it an obsession: “Seriously, who needs that many maps?”

Josep loves to cook and garden, and has quite the green thumb.

Adler is a pro at reading Rune Language, and can translate Runes in a matter of hours. Adler doesn’t think it’s too special, but Josep loves to brag on his husbands behalf.

Nathan has a favorite cloak that his mother gave him for his tenth birthday. It’s red and super warm, and even has pockets on the inside!

Hortensia is obsessed with Dark Magic and the things it can do. She refuses to acknowledge the dangers of using Dark Magic. She only cares about whether or not it can help save someone...

Ebba is obsessed with capturing Nathan, as he is a Mage and it is her job to exterminate any Mages who do not fall in line. She also might have a grudge against him, John, and Blake because they made a fool out of her. Either way, she’s trouble.

Bella has paintings that were created by her husband, Robert, who was a Seer. Sometimes he’d have terrible visions, and he’d paint as a way to calm himself down. He’d been captured by Royalists years ago, but Bella still has all of his paintings.

Mari has an old postcard from Lorport. She’d found it being used as a bookmark in a book she’d saved. She’d never been to Lorport, but she hopes she’ll be able to go someday…

if your ocs turned into an animal,, what animals would they turn into?

Interesting question!

I think Bella would be an Ember Wolf for sure (a type of wolf with smoky black fur, glowing orange eyes, and the ability to breath fire)

Adler would be a Fire Toad (grumpy looking red toads that can set themselves on fire to scare away predators and attract mates)

Josep would be a Feathersnake (a snake with wings and the head of a bird)

Blake would be a Birch Elk I think (an elk with long legs, whose fur and antlers look like birch trees)

John would be an OwlBear (a creature with the body of a bear and the head of an owl, with a beak full of teeth. Fierce, but also cute and cuddly. Like John!)

what kind of face masks would your ocs wear?

Sorry this took so long to answer! I had to draw them up lol

John

Blake

Adler

Josep

Mari

Nathan

What kind of art each of your ocs would like the most? example like culture art or pastel art. - 🥧

Hmm, let me think…

I think Blake would like Cubism, John would like Pointillism, Nathan would like Pop Art, Josep would like Abstract, Adler would like Classicism, Bella would like Surrealism, and Robert would like sculptures that he could feel (he’s blind)

Stickers! If I ever get around to selling stickers, would anyone be interested in buying them? I’m also thinking of creating button pins.

Let me know! I’m not selling yet (I don’t even have a place to sell lol) but it’s something I’m thinking of doing in the future, if people are interested :)

Other stickers templates I’ve made:

which of your OCs would get along the best?

Like, would get along with me the best? Hm, I’d honestly have to say Blake. He’s quick witted, smart, funny, and pretty down-to-earth. I could totally see us being friends.

If you’re asking which of my OCs would do the best on their own, I’d say Tatiana. She likes to go off on her own, be independent, and explore. She doesn’t mind people, but she doesn’t like to be tied down.

And if you’re asking which two OCs would get along best with each other, the answer would probably be Josep and Adler. John and Blake are a very close second, but Josep and Adler have been together for a long time, and know one another well. They do great on their own and even better together, and they know exactly how to play off the others strengths and weaknesses. A great team and couple, for sure!

If none of these answered your question let me know!

can you share your favorite line of dialogue out of context? :)

Is it ok if I share my favorite lines of dialogue from something I’ve written? Cause I really like these dialogues;

John rubbed his chin, acting deep in thought, humming. “Well, I’m no good at this sort of stuff, really… What about fifty coppers?” The woman laughed so hard she almost choked on her own spit, head thrown back sharply.

“Fifty?! It’s nice, but not that nice! Tell you what; I’ll give you ten and we’ll call it fair.”

“Psh, only ten? I’ll admit fifty might’a been a bit high, but I’m sure you can go higher than that.”

The merchant huffed. “Fine, fifteen.”

“Thirty.” John replied. Behind him Blake rolled his eyes.

“Twenty!”

“Twenty-five. C’mon, meet in the middle; That’s fair!”

With a nasty scowl the merchant hung her head, defeated.

“Fine, we have a deal at twenty-five– If you throw in the horse.” She added with a cross of her arms, probably feeling smug. That actually worked out perfect for him and Blake, but he couldn’t act too excited, so he pretended to think about it. Blake glared at him, glancing between the horse and the woman rapidly.

“Ehhh… Alright fine, I guess you can take the horse, too.” He said, sighing.

“Perfect! I’ll count out the money.”

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“And then?” John brushed his hands together to get rid of the dirt.

“Then we grab Robert and get outta dodge, is what I’m thinking. Of course we could always stay for tea, maybe some finger sandwiches–“

“I mean that this is your plan? This isn’t anything! It’s half-baked!” Adler yelled.

“Less than half-baked.” Blake chimed in. John rolled his eyes.

“Well then go ahead, make a better one. I for one haven’t had the privilege of being inside the castle but since you obviously know it so well–“

“None of us know what it’s like inside, that’s why we need Ekward’s help!” John stood up in a huff, glaring and flexing his fingers around the strap of his bag slung across his chest.

“Why don’t you go and chit chat with the bird’s then? I’m sure one of them will have Ekward’s contact information.” He said sarcastically.

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(Does inner dialogue count?)

He hummed, re-reading it once or twice before setting it down and pouring another glass. He lived in New Jersey, a quiet suburban neighborhood, and he was supposed to go to Oregon because a paper told him to? It was ridiculous, laughable even! He drained the glass and poured one more, drinking it just as fast. He'd better get packed.