I've never tried this drabble business before, but it more than interests me.
I intend to write my OCs into various situations, based on 100 themes. For now, though, its more like 70 themes. Here I go;;

;; List ;;

1 // toilet brush
2 // jewel case
3 // windmill
4 // spoon
5 // paper lantern
6 // balloon
7 // rusty nail
8 // blanket
9 // door
10 // desert
11 // retrieve
12 // panic
13 // lock
14 // patience
15 // pencil
16 // sunlight
17 // library
18 // offering
19 // set of chopsticks
20 // string
21 // apple core
22 // beloved
23 // reflection
24 // goldfish
25 // sock
26 // forever
27 // teapot
28 // coal
29 // image
30 // cursed
31 // sword
32 // violent
33 // obligation
34 // blood
35 // give
36 // thief
37 // rearrange
38 // power
39 // sugarcoat
40 // porcelain
41 // raindrop
42 // sketch
43 // sleepy
44 // orchid
45 // remedy
46 // wash
47 // feather
48 // rooster
49 // fortune teller
50 // remains
51 // scarf
52 // prince
53 // hollow
54 // coy
55 // rust
56 // scribbles
57 // sandstorm
58 // stick
59 // gloomy
60 // oppose
61 // design
62 // priceless
63 // frostbitten
64 // succumb
65 // taste
66 // wisdom
67 // grief
68 // investment
69 // evening
70 // universe

Needs to be updated, now.

List of OCs to be incorporated //


* A quick list of a few OCs I want to incorporate. Mostly for my own reference.

Raiju - thunder demi-god
Nyuuba - djinn; traveling merchant of cursed/paranormal items
Roche - djinn; kills demons, control of sand.
Roach - human; 'average' character. Modern. No relevance to 'Roche' - strong relevance to 'Mourier'
Mourier -the eternal body guard to Vitya ; the 'dead' version of Roach -- otherwise bares no resemblance to Roach. lugs around a coffin, is eventually reunited with the 'real world' when Vitya dies and it is revealed he tricked him
Vitya -a powerful monster whom devours the life energy of others for immortality
Sandman - demi-god; steals dreams. minions are sheep; lives in a forest of trees with purple leaves, house of sand. carries around time glass. -- is limited to a dream world.
The artist - A creator of sorts; sprout from two to six arms. All that he draws comes to life, but does not leave his home -- is limited to a dream world.
Revile Ba'al - fortune teller; seller of paranormal/occult items but claims not to believe in his own trade
Donta - a prince who dies escorting his princess; he later becomes 'the dreamer' - once visited in the after life.
Nauru - a princess arranged in marriage, who gets caught up in other worldly affairs
Jezebeth - self proclaimed 'king of thieves' a demon in the human realm
Niflhiem - a powerful demon bound to his own realm
Niflh - a reincarnation of Niflhiem, with little relevance personality-wise -- light hearted character

Relevance / vague time line:
*some backstory

In understanding - there are two plans to the fantasy world in which these events take place in, as well as some large time differences in characters. For easiest term-referral, there is the "Mortal" and "Immortal" worlds. The immortal world is split up into so many different nonsense sections that it is hard to be categorized as just one, as so many different areas/events can be going on at once and have no relevance to each other -- it is based on the mind and in such what one being sees may never be viewable by another. Those with power in the immortal realm who make it to the mortal realm have their power(s) lessened, and cannot do in the mortal realm what they can in their own.

Raiju : A lesser thunder God who once took a more solid, feared form in more ancient times in the mortal realm. He was given sacrifices which allowed his appearance in this realm, in hopes it would appease him and stop the very destructive storms that occurred. When his worshipers dwindled down to few, he returned to the immortal realm, and played no active role in the mortal one. Later in time, however, he returns with newly appointed goals -- his first to bind and bring Niflheim back to the immortal plane. Further on, he returns once again to defeat Jezebeth, who intends on bringing Niflheim back.

Niflhiem : A powerful demon who, after causing much distraught and destruction in his own realm, sought to wreak havoc on the mortal one. He did just this, until he was sealed and returned by Raiju. He has long associations with Jezebeth, both knowing each other from the immortal realm. When Niflhiem was returned, Jezebeth was not, although Jezebeths power was ridiculously lessened after and he became trapped in the mortal realm.

Jezebeth : A once powerful demon who joined Niflhiem in his destructions, long before the beginning of time or this mortal world. They were once equals in strength, although Jezebeth forever lost his once being trapped in the mortal realm. He still holds strong magic, however, it has become nothing in comparison to Niflhiem's, whose, over the years has intensified. Jezebeth intends to bring Niflhiem back not only to be reunited, but to attempt to retap into his lost power.

* Jezebeth, Niflhiem and Raiju have, for almost all time, been in a struggle with each other. Their affairs taps into and effects almost all of the other character's in the time line, whether directly or indirectly.

Nyuuba : This djinn has, as well, a lengthy history. However, he has stayed far from the affairs of those three. He has a hate for demons and would consider them all like so. The djinn is originally from the immortal plane, but has long since left it to become a permanent resident to the mortal one. It is rumored he makes occasional return visit to a more calm version of the immortal plane, if only to collect new and interesting trinkets to sell. Jezebeth once robbed him of his rares, claiming a set of enchanted daggers from him.

Roche : A djinn whose history is one of tragic romance. It is said that if a djinn is to fall inlove with a human, they too will become human. Roche once had a female whom he was willing to give up his immortality for, who he'd long admired and come as close as one could get to having human affections before becoming one. However, this female was murdered by devils of the sand. Roche has since sworn himself to killing these creatures whom took this love from him. Unfortunately, because she is human and he djinn, he would be unable to reunite with her in the immortal realm -- and to become human, for Roche, would be to love another. The desert land he reigns from is where he met Nyuuba, who gave him a cursed dagger that would -- instead of causing the owner ill effect, be to his success. The dagger is for killing demons, and when one is stabbed by it, their wound will never cease bleeding.

Revile Ba'al : A fortune teller and seller of paranormal/occult items. His actual racial background is unknown, however, it is hinted he comes from the immortal plane - or at least holds strong connections to it. His motives and power mysterious, he has run into both Nyuuba, and Niflhiem as well as Mourier and Vitya. He seems to be able to make appearance in both realms with ease, although his main cause appears only to be to sell his wares. His power is only suggested as strong but mainly defensive, as when he encounters Niflhiem he overcomes the demon with it. He plays no major role in any situation.

Vitya : A demon whose only ever stuck to the immortal realm, he requires to eat other's life to keep himself immortal. He makes only one appearance in the mortal realm, in which it is modern and further advanced than the rest of the character's time in the time line - and that is to promise 'Roach' life after death. In the end, it reveals all they went through was a illusion or trick by Vitya so he could slowly leech away the boy's life.

Roach : A young man in a modern world. He lives an average but odd life, partaking in particularly different interests. At a point in his life he finds himself with a ancient book, in which the binded Niflhiem can speak to him through, and even take somewhat of a form - but lacks power. In this, the demon attempts to guide him to freeing him...

Mourier : The 'immortal' version of Roach, who becomes Vitya's eternal body guard in debt. He remembers his death distinctly: 'Roach' was hit by a car, and as he laid, bleeding out, it was Vitya that came to him and promised him new life. Roach took up the offer, eventually forgetting these memories as he became Mourier. It is later revealed in time that Vitya had deceived him, and 'Roach' had never died at all. The entire world set around them is one made up by Vitya and influenced by Roach's mind, and as he remembers what Vitya had made him forget, he realizes his death was fake. Other 'characters' made up in this world end up killing Vitya, and Mourier, ever loyal even in realizing Vitya's deceit, kills himself to leave with this 'monster'. In doing this, however, Mourier is freed and can continue life in his real world as Roach. The coffin Mourier carries around with him constantly holds inside it 'Roach's body' -- something that is never fully seen but represents the acts at hand; how the young man is slowly killing himself by allowing himself to succumb to Vitya.

Donta & Nauru : The prince and princess of two kingdoms, who've long since been at war. In attempts to bring the two kingdoms together, Nauru's mother - a widowed queen, intends to marry her into the other kingdom, to their prince. The territory between the two is considered 'bad lands' -- full of bandits, thieves, and overlooked by the self proclaimed 'king of thieves': Jezebeth. Jezebeth has a price on the princess's head, as he wishes to use the maiden in his ritual to bring back Niflhiem. The queen, for this reason, is unable to send the princess to the other kingdom to be wed over their normal trading routes, in fear for her safety. Instead, the queen sends the princess in secret with a handful of men under an alter ego through the bad lands. The men she goes on with are ambushed near the start of the bandlands, and killed. One is left standing, who is killed by Donta, as he will not hand over Nauru - who is not supposed to be known to be the princess. Donta seems to possess this information, however. Donta had prior chased off their original attackers, and takes Nauru with him. Nauru believes he is but another enemy, and a kidnapper, untrusting for the entire of their way to the other kingdom. Donta does not reveal he is in truth the prince of the other kingdom Nauru is meant to marry. Nauru hates Donta throughout their journey, and they encounter close run ins with Jezebeth as well as Raiju - although Raiju assists them as he attempts to dispose of Jezebeth. Donta ends up dying before they can make it to the other kingdom, yet Raiju helps Nauru get there, insisting it would be wise for her to bring Donta's corpse with her (which Raiju preserves.) Nauru does so, although finds out when she reaches the opposing kingdom, that her husband-to-be was Donta all along, who is now dead. Raiju appears to her in a dream and tells her she must free one of the castle's prisoners -- who happens to be the demon killing djinn Roche, and insists she must convince him to kill Jezebeth.

** The dream world is apart of the immortal realm, however, yet separate. It is a form of the after life for many. **

The dreamer : The dreamer is Donta's after-life state. However, in this dream world, he does not remember his past, nor anything about himself. Raiju approaches him and guides him through this world, in which he must recall his name to move on. Raiju explains he is not truly the God, but an apparition 'the dreamer' formed in his mind as it is one that made most sense to him. Nothing in the world appears truly how it is.

The artist : A denizen of the dream world, he is known as a creator, of sorts. Everything he paints comes to life. Raiju guides the dreamer to him, in hopes that the artist will be able to tell the dreamer of his name; or help him find it. The artist tells him he must find his name on his own, and sends him off alone on a series of tasks to find it.

The sandman : A denizen of the dream world, he sends the dreamer on various challenges/quests that are meant to help him realize his name. The sandman controls sleep for all dreamers, and may take it away if his requests are not fulfilled.

Niflh : Niflh resides in a morphing inn, and is trapped there for all eternity. He is a reincarnation of Niflhiem but bares no resemblance personality nor power wise. He is the key keeper and has many adventures in the ever changing, living mansion. He is a light hearted character who has no interactions with the others, save for a short interaction with the dreamer and a hinted previous interaction with Raiju -- 'the only being who ever left the inn after arriving' as he describes him.

.1// toilet brush

\\ OCs involved :: Niflh \\

"You want me to clean what?"

Niflh looked up at the ancient house with an emotion best described as anger and a hint of resentment. His eyes later glided down towards the toilet in front of him - although you could barely still call it that. It was decoratively lined in green moss and accented with fungi - or so, he hoped thats what it was. Even more peculiar colors resided inside the bowl; The water gurgled grey, purple, blue.

"You can't be serious."
Despite the devil's clear complaints, there was no response. The living inn had made its silent requests clear already.

Niflh took one glance at the only tool he'd be granted for the job. A frail toilet brush, a rather pathetic one at that. He grimaced, grabbed it in one hand and began scrubbing viciously at inner-bowl.

There was a screech, an ear splitting sound and not one from the demon. He gazed over the toilet's edge, pulling out the brush. Or, what was left of it. It appeared as though this toilet, much like the inn it resided in, had a mind of its own. Niflh took one look at the bite marks on the brush, and turned away.

"Someone else can clean this monstrosity!"

.2// jewel case

\\ OCs involved :: Nyuuba - the merchant ; Revile Ba'al - the fortune teller \\

Nyuuba fiddled carefully with the tiny box, curious, or more so, frustrated. It wasn't everyday the merchant found himself a new piece to his collection. Never one that'd puzzled him quite like the small jewel case in his hands.

His interest stemmed from its peculiar origin, he'd traded it for a small purple pebble - one that'd give the petty fortune teller he'd traded it to more trouble than its worth. He smirked at the thought, recollected on what he had to say, what had truly perked his curiosity over the item:

'Ah, merchant. It seems we both share a love for the uncanny; although despite your keen beliefs, I must warn, there is no such thing as the paranormal. If it is an item of that sort you're looking for, however, I can offer you this.'

"A jewel case?" The merchant, Nyuuba asked, questioning what the fortune teller held out in front of him.

'Yes. I was told upon receiving it that if opened, it would bring bad luck. If kept closed, it for one hundred days it will bring the carrier good luck.'

"You opened it?"
Nyuuba was already sold, any item of that sort was the kind he kept around.

'No, I was never able to open it myself. I've had it for over its hundred days, so I look to pass the item on.'

The trade was made, and the two had parted ways. Now, the merchant struggled to open the jewel case - it had proven harder than he thought. The djinn had no fear of poor luck, only desire to see if it worked.

The merchant's ring adorned finger slipped over a fake jewel that ornamented the top of the case, indenting it in. The change in the box's exterior was followed by faint sounds of mechanical clicking, and to Nyuuba's delight, sprung open.

Nyuuba looked in the box, expecting the worse. It was empty. The merchant looked around him, assuming for something horrendous to happen. Nothing. Pondering the fortune teller's words, he thought about just what he'd meant by 'there is no such thing as the paranormal.'

Today, Nyuuba found, perhaps it was him who'd traded something for more trouble than its worth.

.3// windmill

\\ OCs involved :: Raiju \\

The soft breeze blew long, unnaturally colored locks of the creature that was neither of this world - or theirs. Smoke carried alongside it, a steady stream from lips that held a soft smile, slender hands with long nails holding a pipe from the orient.

Above him thin, orange clouds cradled a dimming purple sky, a green sun setting to his left. Raiju inhaled another puff from his pipe, sitting in scenery that was odd not only in its color, yet also its vastness. For as far as the eye might gaze, asides from the sky and dirt barren ground, there was not a living thing -- but Raiju, peacefully sitting in the center of it all.

Raiju, and the creaking structure behind him. A single windmill, pushed barely by the breeze. The God tilted his head, tapped the remaining substance from his pipe. There was but a lone windmill fueling this quiet dream.

.4// spoon

\\ OCs involved :: Niflh \\

"If I could find one spoon in this entire house!"

The demon scurried around the makeshift kitchen, unable to find a single utensil. The inn held its own, large, master kitchen -- although, today it had decided to change its corridors in a manner that getting to the kitchen was nearly impossible.

Niflh was dealing with the complaints of a guest of the inn, a rather important guest at that - who happened to want something to eat their food with. The devil threw open drawer after drawer, looked under rug and floor board but found that where ever the house had hidden the spoon was /not here/.

Usually, Niflh was more than accustom to the antics of the inn. At the moment, however, there seemed to be progressing another story. Hearing an aggravated shout from the aforementioned guest the demon disappeared in a hole that'd just recently formed in one of the walls - his scape goat, for the time being.

What he found on the other side was perhaps a blessing, and a curse. The narrow room he'd ventured into was filled with spoons of all shapes and sizes - dusted over and old, a place he had not yet witnessed. He picked up the nearest spoon, pivoted on his heel to be right back out the hole and --

-- smack, right into the wall. The devil looked around, assuming there would be a new exit asides from his entrance which had just sealed up...

"...You've got to be kidding me..."

.5// paper lantern

\\ OCs involved :: Raiju \\

An eerie luminescent radiance formed around an odd assortment of paper lanterns, their ghoulish light showing off only themselves and not the surrounding area. Asides from the round balls of glowing rice paper, there appeared to be nothing but black, bubbling pitch. A storm cast over head.

In the oozing goo stood Raiju, trinketed charms and bracelets jingling with his every step. He smirked, glanced up at the never ending extravaganza of lanterns. They grinned back, a wicked, devious grin in appreciation of events to come. The God began to expand, leaving his more earthly appearance behind.

The cackling lanterns ignited as a large strike of lighting flew down their center, in the shape of a creature that was both dragon and tiger; a creature whose roar was sharp as the thunder that joined it.

The paper lanterns swayed as they burned, their offered light slowly disappearing. The storm went with it, and with the storm, the thunder demon.

.6// balloon

\\ OCs involved :: The artist \\

A long, slender arm shot passed a messy assortment of clutter, junk to the average eye, treasure to the creator. He dipped his brush in a bucket of blue, first prying off the lid to the new can, and went to work.

As one hand began to paint on the large canvas posed in front of him, another joined in. A third to rummage through things on the floor, a fourth stretched out and maintained something in the next room. The artist, was such, a being of many limbs.

As his painting came to its finish, the creator pulled away. The moment his brushes had left the canvas the art dripped off, the paint ink forming back into the picture that'd been on it - coming now to life. The balloon that'd been depicted floated quietly out the window, out into the empty sky. Inside its blue interior sat a school of fish, swimming alone, in the balloon, the sky.

.7// rusty nail

\\ OCs involved :: The dreamer; The sandman \\

There stood a fork in the road, a descision the nameless dreamer would have to make and a task he'd be forced to overcome. On either side purple leaves of twisted trees glimmered, their sparkles pulling the eye away from the ground and towards their green-grey branches.

Unbeknownst to the dreamer the sandman's house was up a head, and if he were not to complete the task to come the sandman may just steal his dream. What a woeful world the dreamer would find if his dream stolen; it would be the equal to an infinite purgatory.

Picking the only reasonable path between the two, the dreamer headed on. His destination, he found upon arrival, was a large castle constructed of unfathomable means, piles of sand that despite being free flowing seemed to hold a reasonable structure. Welcoming himself into the sand castle he found amongst him a dozen fluffy sheep, baaing for their sleepless master would not sleep. The sandman - a man surprisingly not made of sand despite what his name implied, welcomed the dreamer. His smile was a toothy grin and in his arm he held a large time glass, grains of sand inside its chambers counting down time...

"Counting down time until what?" The dreamer asked, wondering out loud.

"Counting down the time you have left to find me my nail." The sandman responded, like the loss of such an insignificant sounding item just irked him.

"Its not just any nail," He continued. "Its my nail. Bent and twisted and rusted down, I've lost it in my forest and I'd suggest you retrieve it before... Well, before the timer runs out!"

The dreamer stood a little puzzled at the task at hand. Just why would the sand man desire a rusty, old nail?

.8// blanket

\\ OCs involved :: Donta; Nauru\\

The chill had set in a little early, a little earlier than Donta might have wanted. The small fire that'd kept them warm and provided means to cook with would have to be snuffed out as nightfall came, they couldn't risk the attraction of bandits or further ghouls in the area. The dark haired man knew better than that, knew better than to --

"Are you just going to sit there?"

-- risk things well he slept. The thought was interrupted by Nauru, who'd grown tired with this new escort, as she'd come to know him. Donta smiled at her, got up from his spot on the leafy autumn ground and walked over to his horse, who knelt comfortably in the dirt itself. From a pack on the animal's back he took a large assortment of fur blankets, the animal skins proving heavy in their weight. Dragging them over he arranged them into a small circle-type bed, looked over to the girl who waited on him. "You're going to want to sleep, well its still safe to do so."

Nauru looked at him with some suspicion. He hadn't shown any signs of wanting to hurt her so far, but considering how they'd met she wasn't exactly betting much on safety. She went over to the makeshift bed, cozied herself into the fur.

He put out the fire, took his spot by the husky trunk of a hollow tree. He shivered with the breeze; Nauru curled into a blanket.