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Day 8 "In a moment of triumph" ~ OC: Lexie Pumpkinson ~ Year: 802
It is her first successful jump!
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Gonna Give @thepromptfoundry OC-Tober Prompt list a try!
I'm pretty behind and can't promise I'll catch up, or even post every day seeing as I've got a few wips in the works.
But what I do finish, I'm just going to post here. I'm using this prompt list to help me further develop Tammy as a character, so most writes will be short and very much to the point.
Prompt 1 - Getting Up In The Morning
Tammy goes to bed at 10:30 pm sharp.
This is a hard and fast rule - obeyed at every turn.
Unless, of course, Tammy is otherwise distracted. If it is putting paint to canvas or programming a new code or carefully mixing ingredients together in the kitchen - when it creates, it blocks out the world entirely, and sometimes it even misses its bedtime.
But otherwise, it always goes to bed at 10:30 pm. Where it falls asleep immediately - bundled beneath soft, warm blankets and supported by cushioned pillows - without even a second given to any thoughts at all.
Sometimes it dreams, sometimes it doesn't - but it never remembers, because it simply doesn't care to. If its dreams are anything like its art, then it's confident they're mostly comprised of its progenitors and their proclivities.
Tammy wakes up at exactly 6:00 am, every single morning.
It doesn't use an alarm - it doesn't need one - waking up exactly on the hour is hard-wired into its brain. Even on those nights when it is too focused to sleep and works through the night, six a.m. always rouses it from its stupor.
Usually, though, it stirs awake in its bed. Asleep, and then awake, with no grogginess to work through. Still, it never rushes from the covers - it takes its time to stretch and move, limbering up its body and letting the blood flow.
Then it tucks its sleep mask securely away, rips open the curtains, and begins getting ready for the day.
It showers - a cold, brisk thing that's only as long as it takes Tammy to shampoo its hair and soap its body. Then it dries, and spends much longer working lotion into every inch of skin, clipping its nails to the perfect length, and working its hair to its usual soft, clean neatness.
Then it digs in its dresser drawers for the least wrinkled clothing it can find, dresses, and heads for the kitchen.
Some days it makes an extravagent meal - French toast and homemade sausage and almost more eggs than it can stomach. Other days it keeps it much more simple - just eggs, or a couple of pieces of toast, or oatmeal. It prefers juice as its morning drink - but sometimes it will suck down a bitter black coffee instead.
And then, it decides what to do that day.
Every once in awhile - very rarely - it wanders from its home and mingles among the humans below. Sometimes out of boredom, but more often because it requires the nourishment it can only get from human souls.
Most of the time, though, it sets itself in front of a canvas or the computer or a book or even the stove - and spends the rest of its day in a creative fugue state.
Prompts that go bump in the night day 8
A story for @thepromptfoundry event Prompts that go bump in the night day 8 the darkness before dawn.
The knight Teador has lost his sight by a unknown creature and he trying to find his way to his fellow knights without getting lost in the woods.
@thepromptfoundry OC-Tober Prompt 2
See below for prompt 1
Going Out On The Town
Tammy sits at a table outside of a small coffee shop - its hand scribbling idle doodles onto a bit of paper laid in front of it. It isn't paying too much attention to its art - only using the act of creation as a focus.
It has taken Tammy decades to learn how to muffle its own aura - and to this day it still takes a bit of effort and concentration. Enough so that most of the time it doesn't bother - most of the time it only wandered down among the humans to feed, anyway.
But occasionally it liked to visit new towns, cities, villages - and when it was there for entertainment, it was much more interesting if the humans in its immediate area weren't trying to rip each other apart for whatever perceived material goods might be near.
And so Tammy scribbled, and it drank its coffee, and it kept a tight, tight hold on its aura of greed.
"Here you are," the waitress - an aging woman with pinned, tightly curled dark hair - says as she lays a plate of pastries in front of Tammy. "Can I get you anything else right now?"
Tammy glances up at her just in time to see her eyes flicker away from its drawing. To her credit, she doesn't ask or pry - only gives Tammy a polite smile. So Tammy clears its throat, taps the edge of its mug, and tells her -
"A refill here, please."
"Of course, I'll be right back."
As she leaves again, Tammy looks down at its paper. There, in its center, is the waitress - her figures detailed in pencil. Next to her is a doodle of the man sitting two tables away from Tammy - who has been talking loudly on his phone since the moment he arrived.
Below them both is a pig-tailed child - she'd come in with her hand clasped in her parent's, bright eyed and beaming the whole while. She'd left happily munching on half a donut - and it's that moment that Tammy has captured.
The page is full of scratchings like those - people who have walked by the window, people who have come and gone from the shop, the people in the other seats around Tammy.
And, of course, in the very corner of the page there is a tiny doodle - a small, cartoon-like person with two sets of horns and an impossibly long braid.
With a huff of annoyance, Tammy turns the paper over and starts fresh.
Prompts that go bump in the night day 8 the darkness before dawn
A story for @thepromptfoundry event Prompts that go bump in the night day 8 the darkness before dawn.
Despite that it should be dawn soon, Howard is scared as he walk home on the sidewalk as the sky is fully dark, and there been mention of attacks in town.
Day 8!
In a moment of triumph also known as being victorious... Chop feels pride like this whenever he does... anything... from eating to opening a soda can.
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oc-tober day 8 : in a moment of triumph
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@thepromptfoundry OC-Tober 'Day 3'
With Their Partners (in life, crime, etc)
Tammy is the one who eventually sought out its 'family.'
It had been, as was often the case, mostly out of curiosity. From the moment it had gained sentience Tammy had been able to feel those distant, tiny remnants of sin - the last of its living connections. It had ignored them for a long while - a decade or so - until one day it had been bored and had decided to seek them out.
After all, they had never come looking themselves.
It had found the youngest, first - a young man named Peep whom Tammy had felt instant recognition for. It would be far later that Tammy would learn that's because Peep was practically a clone of his father, Lust - and both halves of Tammy's soul were well familiar with him.
In the beginning, Tammy hadn't been especially impressed by the quiet, sensitive man - but over time, Peep's calmness had endeared him to it. It appreciated that he never asked unnecessary questions, and made for a stalward and silent companion. And, he had an appreciation for their art - a shallow one, truthfully, but in some ways that made his joy feel more genuine.
Precious, the middle child, had found Tammy watching their brother - and their suspicion in that moment had led to a prolonged lack of enthusiasm about Tammy's existence in general.
For its part, Tammy sort of enjoyed Precious's attitude - they were often snarky or cold towards it, and Tammy was all too happy to respond in kind. To Tammy, it was a bit of a game - Precious was relatively level-headed, but they had a temper that Tammy enjoyed poking at.
And, when Precious was feeling more gracious than usual, they would sometimes play games with Tammy. The strategic sort that required thinking - chess, usually, but every now and then they'd get caught in a day's long match of Risk. Neither of the other two had any interest in even trying to understand these games.
And, finally, there was Sunny.
Sunny was the eldest of the three, the first-born - and a constantly moving ball of chaotic energy. They were full of questions and concerns and had a habit of dragging Tammy along to places it didn't particularly want to go.
In almost all of the ways that counted, Sunny was Tammy's counter. They were free with their feelings - of which they had many - and rarely appreciative of Tammy's view of the world at large. They, like Peep, enjoyed art - but they didn't really get it, and they had even less patience for mind games. They were active - preferred physical work over mental - and above all they had the habit of pushing their presence on Tammy, whenever they thought it best to do so.
All of this was true - and yet, despite it all, and despite everything that suggested the contrary, Tammy liked Sunny most of all.
@thepromptfoundry OC-Tober Day 4
(Pretty short, but there's not much to it)
In Their Youth
Tammy came to life in the moment when two long-intertwined souls tangled together in one last death-defying leap of faith. As the world that sustained them collapsed around them, those parts that sought each other had persisted - and had created in their place "new" life.
Tammy. Who, despite the strange circumstances of its birth and the fact that it is more spirit than human, still began life as an infant.
A situation that was very inconvenient - given it was an infant with no one to actually care for it. So when it began to hunger, and realized that no one was there to help, Tammy simply grew up.
It spent some time as a child - managing with its newfound mobility to track down a human settlement. There was no shortage of humans who had lost their children - and so were eager to care for an apparent orphan.
Which was a good thing for Tammy, because the longer it was alive the stronger its aura grew, until eventually it seemed to be cycling through "parents" on a near daily basis.
Which wasn't sustainable - and it'd grown bored of being parented, besides. And so Tammy simply aged itself further - pushing itself into young adulthood and striking out on its own.
oc-tober day 6: alone with their thoughts
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You’re not alone very often while acting as Buggy’s bodyguard, and given the situation you’d just pulled yourself out of, this is probably a good thing.
The first time you’re alone, really honest-to-God alone, since you board the Big Top happens maybe four or so months after you join. You and Buggy are still exploring the beginnings of your relationship beyond work (read: you both are touching each other constantly) and while you’re settling into your routine, things still feel novel.
Buggy announces that you’re staying at the next island for a few days, taking some of the recent bounty for a few hotel rooms. When you get to the shared suite with your captain, he tells you that he wants you to be able to have some space and take a long, hot bath.
The idea of a bath sounds nice so you agree. He leaves and you wash up properly in the shower before filling the tub, tossing in some complimentary bath salts. You dim the lights, finding that you’re trying to busy yourself and it almost makes you nervous to be in the bathtub and still.
When you get settled in the water, you can’t help a deep, heaving sigh. It’s like the static in the back of your head stops – you hadn’t even realized it was there. You look at your feet, your knees, and you take another deep breath.
Your mind has a tendency to go to dark places when you’re alone and you will yourself not to think about the bad things, the things that you left behind the first day you joined Buggy’s crew. You think about the good, the way that it feels when Buggy’s close to you, the sights you’ve already seen, and the way you can breathe easier every single day. You feel lighter, like you can do anything, and it’s exhilarating.
Buggy had asked you one night, maybe a week ago while you were in bed together, what you wanted to do. You told him that you’re happy as his bodyguard and performing and he shook his head, saying, “Outside of that, outside of work.”
At the time you told him you’d think about it, and here you are, looking at the water and turning over the question who are you outside of work in your mind. You try to go back to who you were before work was your life but you’re not sure you can find an answer. Even here, on the backburner, you’re thinking about whether or not Buggy’s safe without you, you’re thinking about your next silks routine –
Who are you outside of this?
You rub your temples. Maybe you don’t need to figure it out right now.
oc-tober day 7: alone with their body & day 4: in their youth
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When you first ate the devil fruit, you’d barely changed from your regular appearance. This is because you recognized it pretty quickly as the mask you needed to wear. So this was the appearance that came easiest when you woke up in the morning and went downstairs and then went to school. For a long time, you could only access your ability to change yourself on a whim when you were alone.
It wasn’t that you were trying to hide that you consumed it. Or at least, not exactly. There was just no one in your life you felt comfortable showing this side of you to.
You’d been making it a habit to explore, alone in your room at night. You sit in front of the mirror, looking at everything that isn’t quite right about your face, your body and changing it until you felt the thrum of satisfaction bloom through your chest.
These days it’s easy, you’re so advanced in your power that you don’t even need to think about it unless you’re purposely trying to mirror someone, but you’ll never forget your little 2AM experiments: Would fuller lips make my face feel right? What about a stronger jawline? You’d work in front of the mirror for hours, part sculptor and part surgeon fixing your face, hair, and body, and dreaming of the day you could do this in public. You still don’t quite have the nerve for that, but almost.
small joy is joy nonetheless
Day 8: in a moment of triumph (for oc-tober hosted by @thepromptfoundry)
tags: June. gen. hobbies. 100 words.
June’s hands are sore by the time she finishes, likely blistered from her efforts. But that’s fine. The pain will fade and the outcome she’s made possible through her own perseverance will remain.
She stares down at it, marveling at how it glistens when it catches the light just right. It’s truly a beauty, she can’t help but think.
Running her hand gently along its surface, she smiles. Twirling it only makes her pleasure grow. Its weight is substantial but comfortable in her strong grip. Entirely customized for her own ease of use.
It’ll serve her well, this trusty blade.
June's back! I interpreted "triumph" as success/pride, and I think this fits well enough. We're all happy when our crafts come out the way we want them, right?
The title for today's drabble is ofc inspired by this adorable catcrumb original!
get to know my character: for tharya and miraak you can answer these questions for both! 3,4, 6, 11,17, 28, 39, anddddd 48 pls
thank you for the ask!! it is a welcome break from election watching lol. i answered all for both tharya & miraak below the cut!
3. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves?
miraak doesn’t really have a favorite—he actually is quite proud of his body, minus the scars, and works hard to keep himself strong. however, he does particularly like his eyes and his arms.
tharya would have a tough time choosing simply because she doesn’t think of herself highly. but she does like her hair; it’s a nice color, soft, and she enjoys messing around with it.
4. What are their favorite physical traits about their lover? (One psychological and one physical)
HOOO BOY isn’t this a great ask. let me drop some knowledge: miraak literally worships tharya. he thinks she is an actual divine being, heaven sent. in that sense he treasures everything about her, but especially her eyes—they were his first anchors in the waking world—and her endless selflessness.
tharya really admires miraak’s intelligence; my man has an entire library stored in his head, and knows everything about everything, especially when it comes to magic and history. she also really likes his bara tiddies.
6. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying?
hmm good one. miraak has a hard time finding hobbies once back in tamriel but after a few years he settles in more, and actually gets into composing music and drawing. he’s very private about what he draws, but will often share music with her or ask for opinions.
tharya’s hobbies almost always include making things; she likes to whittle or build stuff, enchant things, or tend a garden. so i guess no, they don’t really annoy each other with hobbies!
11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage?
miraak is laughably easy to aggravate, but to make him fly into a rage you’d probably have to insult tharya directly—bonus points if it’s something he knows she’s insecure about. also try to talk down to him, see how it goes. talk shit about atmora? you’re done. mention hermaeus mora within a 50 mile radius of him? he’ll know, and he’ll kill you on sight.
tharya is much, much harder to irritate. she’s very easy-going and laid-back. unlike miraak, who goes off the hook the first time, it would take repeated incidents to make her angry. repeated insults, repeated failures, repeated betrayals will all make her pretty upset.
17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children?
oooh. miraak, yes. miraak wants nothing more than to have kids of his own. marriage he could go either way—it would be nice, but he prioritizes kids. unfortunately as a priest he was made sterile, and it continues to haunt him.
tharya, less so. she hasn’t ever considered marriage or kids as an option for herself simply because...she’s not your standard woman. pregnancy scares her, too, and she doesn’t feel like she’d be a good parent (which is probably true.) she feels bad about it because miraak makes it pretty damn clear he’d have kids if he was able, but she also knows he wouldn’t force her into doing so, and she doesn’t want kids.
28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for?
i’m gonna take this from the modern au that’s been lurking in my head for months now: miraak & the solstheim priests create a musical group. since they’re all hot dudes with great voices they become popular really fast. i wouldn’t count out miraak being a male model either tbh.
tharya is less likely to be famous simply because she doesn’t have “big industry” talents, but if she were to become a celebrity, it would probably be because she’s a huge activist on climate change (kinda like greta thurnberg) and has a really nice travel blog.
39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct?
a lot of people assume miraak is tharya’s huge, callous, silent, scary, war veteran bodyguard before they think he’s the first dragonborn. though he isn’t a war veteran, he definitely has the look of one. miraak just gives off a strange aura that steers people away from him; and he is huge and scary and somewhat of a bodyguard, and he never speaks, so most people are correct.
let’s assume people don’t know tharya is the dragonborn for a sec. a lot of people would write her off because she’s kinda small, just your average looking nord woman and doesn’t look like she commands a lot of power. and since she’s a mage that would probably drag her credit further. so a lot of people would be wrong about her.
48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious?
miraak gets jealous almost as easily as he gets angry, however, like his anger, his jealousy has stages ranging from harmless, mild, annoying, and severe. he’s an attention whore specifically only for tharya’s attention, so take that away from him for a long time and he’ll be bitchy. other people flirting with her or being grabby makes him both angry and jealous.
tharya, like we said before, is super laid back, and a people person; she can read the room and body language really well. she knows when idiots are flirting with her and politely removes herself, but that doesn’t stop miraak from seething across the room. it takes a lot for her to get actually jealous, if she ever does.
Get to know my character
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01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded? 02. What is one of your character’s biggest insecurities? Are they able to hide it easily or can others easily exploit this weakness? 03. What would be their favorite physical trait about themselves? 04. What are their favorite traits about their lover? (one psychological and one physical) 05. Are they sexually confident or more of the shy type? 06. Do they have any hobbies that their lover finds unusual, odd, or otherwise annoying? 07. Is there a catchphrase or sound that they tend to make a lot (likely without being aware of it)? 08. What is, perhaps, their biggest flaw? Are they aware of this or oblivious to it? 09. Do they have a favorite season? What about a favorite holiday? 10. Is your character more feminine or masculine? 11. What is something that would make your character fly into a rage? 12. Is there some particular talent, skill, or attribute that they simply could not give up? 13. What are your character’s sleeping habits? Heavy or light sleeper? Blanket stealer? One that always rolls onto the floor? Pushes their lover onto the floor? Sleep talker or walker? 14. Do they live alone or with family? How do they feel about their family/roommates? 15. Is there a certain person in this world that they cannot stand? The very mention of this person’s name makes them tremble with anger or fear. 16. Is your character the athletic type or more of a couch potato? What are some sports/games that they like? 17. Does your character have dreams of getting married and/or having children? 18. What kind of home would they want to live in? Where would they place this abode? 19. Would your character be the kind to get into fights? (physical or verbal) Would they be a good fighter or cave in rather easily? 20. Does your character like animals? What are some of their favorite animals? Would they want pets? What about mythological creatures? 21. What is one of your character’s biggest fears? How would they react when dealing with this fear? 22. What kind of tattoos, piercings, birthmarks, freckles, and other such unique physical features do they have? 23. What is your character like when it comes to school? What subjects are they good/bad at? Do they get in trouble a lot or are well behaved? 24. In their own words, how would your character describe what their lover is like? 25. Is there something traumatic from your character’s past that greatly affects them even to this day? 26. What is their lover like sexually? How do they feel about their lover’s quirks, needs, etc? 27. If your character was going to get arrested, what would be the most likely reason for it? 28. If your character became a celebrity, what would they be famous for? 29. What is one of the most courageous things your character has ever done for a loved one? 30. When it comes to the arts (music, film, theater, etc), what does your character like? 31. Would your character be the kind capable of killing? Would they enjoy killing or only use it when necessary or, perhaps, refuse to kill no matter what? 32. If your character’s lover offered to take them out on a dream date, what would they want to do? 33. If your character wanted to be alone, where would they go? 34. Does your character have favorite foods? (breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, snacks, etc) 35. Is your character afraid of death? If they got to choose how to die, how would they want to go? 36. Does your character have any medical conditions? Are they serious or minor? Do they affect their day to day life? 37. What are some of your character’s pet peeves? What are some things that annoy them or disgust them? 38. What kind of weather does your character like? Cloudy skies, rainy days, sunshine, etc? 39. When people look at your character, is there some assumption they might make about them just by appearance? Is that assumption correct? 40. Does your OC have any guilty pleasures they enjoy? Hobbies, past times, music, etc that they wouldn’t want known by others? 41. Does your character’s family affect your character in any way? 42. Is there anything in your character’s past that they regret, haunts them, or they wish they could change? 43. Does your character have a switch that changes aspects of their personality whether they are around friends, family, etc. Is there someone who gets to see their true self? 44. Is there a particular event that would emotionally devastate your character? 45. Is your character the kind to hide their true emotions or do they wear their heart on their sleeve?
46. What is some random affectionate thing that your character always does to their lover? 47. Is your character outgoing? Would they be the leader of the friend group, or the quiet one that gets dragged along? 48. Is there anything in particular that would ignite your character’s jealousy? Or does your character not get envious? 49. What is something that your character has nightmares about? Are these frequent? Do they heavily affect your character’s mood? 50. If your character confessed love to their crush, boyfriend, girlfriend, etc, what would they say?
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I'm terrified because I accidentally in my enthusiasm sent the miraak starter to the person who made the post but there's no take backsies. But the "in the mortal realm, I'm under your power" is such a powerful thing to sAY
LMAOOO please i don't think they'll mind teehee. and YOU'RE SO RIGHT THAT ONE IS LITERALLY CRAZY- my mind took a bit to get the idea for it but in the end it came up w this ehhe
i hope you enjoy! it's not exactly the most evident(?) thing you would expect from that prompt but tbh they're all so amazing....feel free to ask for others bc i NEED to write them all😩