#- and thats another oc to throw into the pile

[kursed-curtain]

Made a pretentious little prick, their name is Sir Racha!

[roseofithaca]

Run, Little Witch (Part One)

A short horror story where I torture my oc some more.

"Oh, shhh..." Alison shrugged, throwing her hands up, "Sod it, it's my house. I can swear if I like. Shitbags!"

Cautiously, she stepped around the shards of glass that now littered her bedroom floor. Rather than bothering to go down into the kitchen to get the dustpan and brush, she crouched down to pick the pieces up one by one. Thankfully the glass had smashed in mostly big chunks. Though she still managed to cut herself slightly when she carelessly picked up one very pointy shard.

Alison was uttering her fifth filthy swear word that minute when the soot coated farmer bustled through the door.

"What's that smashing? Be there an angry mob at the door?" Mary asked, frantic.

"No, no mob. Just me being clumsy and dropping this mirror I found in the attic. Thought I could be all independent and hang it up without Mike but I guess I just failed feminists everywhere."

Alison carried the shards to her dresser table and let them slide out into an untidy pile for now. She then picked up the antique, ornately carved frame with black onyx encrusted at the corners, and propped it against the wall.

The older woman let out a blood-chilling gasp.

"Oh sweet Lord...That be Sir Pius' mirror!"

"Who?" She followed the direction of Mary's finger to the faded plaque at the top of the frame; "Ah, yeah. Who was he then? Relative of Humphrey's?"

There was no last name. Simply 'Sir Pius R.I.P'.

Mary began flapping her hands at her side, stepping backwards, eyes wider than usual.

"Oh, no, no, no. T'is very bad, Al'son. This must be remedied with great haste!"

"What be remedied? Uh, I mean," Clearly, she was spending too much time around dead people, "What you talking about?"

"Sir Pius, he...He were an evil scoundrel. One of the darkest souls that did ever walk this Earth. Even after his death, he inspired so much fear amongst the village that they did bind his soul to this mirror." Mary explained with fear and reverence in each word; "He could never harm another so long as it remains in tact. And now you've broken it and set him loose upon the land!"

"Right..." Alison nodded, squinting with skepticism; "And, can you see him around here now?"

"Well...No."

The bubbling tension of the room seemed to evaporate in an instant.

"Did you happen to pass him as you came in?"

"No, buts...Oh you thinks I be a silly wench, making up fables."

"I don't think you're silly, Mary, but you are superstitious. And I'm not saying that's always wrong because, well..." She gestured in the ghost's presence to emphasise her point; "Shows what I knew about the supernatural. But there are some things you can't base your whole life on, like worrying about stepping on a crack and breaking your mother's back."

"Which my friend Eda did and her mums back broke when she gots crushed beneath a falling tree."

"Right. Bad example. Look, just don't worry too much about it, okay. The guy's been dead for....how many years?"

"Four hundred, give or take, 'cause I can't do more numbers than thats."

"Exactly. If there were any such curse, his soul probably expired inside ages ago, like that tin of coffee Mike bought with the wrong shelf life." They'd both suffered for a week after that, constantly fighting to get to the loo.

"We mustn't take that risk, Al'son! We must ensure his soul is bound back to the mirror."

Alison could see, much like the wedding traditions, her friend wasn't going to let this go.

"And how do we do that?" She indulged, checking her watch. She was supposed to be picking Mike up from the train station, after his mate's stag weekend.

"Last time I saws them do it, they just held the mirror before his corpse and asked the Lord to seal him within the glass. That were it."

Sounded easy enough. More so than subtly throwing cake at an unsuspecting bride.

"But o'course the mirror needs to be made whole!"

"Okay, sure, once I'm back we can work on it together, like a jigsaw. It'll be fun." She smiled, doing her best to make light of it without mocking Mary; "Then you can show me how do this ritual or whatever."

"Yous leaving now?!"

She was already reaching for her shoes; "Yeah, Mike's already maxed out his credit card this weekend too much to get a taxi, apparently. I won't be long, maybe about a couple of hours, cos of the traffic."

"But...but...What if his spirit doth wreak havoc?!" Mary fretted; "We dunno what he be capable of!"

"Exactly! If he does exist, he probably can't do anything more than that Robin and Julian are capable of. Besides, you're all dead anyway - no offense - but what harm could he do to you all?"

The question seemed to make Mary pale all the more, plumes of smoke rising from her bonnet as she shuddered. Alison suspected this was more personal than she was letting on.

"Look...how about you stand guard over it for me and if you see anything poltergeisty appear then shout for the others. Okay?"

"Stand guards...Yes, I can do thats." Mary seemed to be doing her best to summon her confidence; "I ain't no scardey cat."

"That's the spirit." Bad pun aside.

"Just promise me you will fix it once you returns, please?" Mary begged. Alison gave her promise and reached for her car keys.

The crazy things she was willing to do to keep this new family of hers happy.

Honestly, what possible harm could come from breaking some tacky mirror? Seven years bad luck, she could take, just add it to her current tab. But an escaped evil spirit? It was a little bit harder to swallow.

"Good friends are there for each other! Never, ever forget that I got you and you got me so, Reach-!" Silver ceased her out of character singing and shook her head, "Damn it, Kitty!"

Why couldn't the one dead girlfriend close to her age in this house have been into cool bands, like Evanescence and Linkin Park?

Look at her, skipping down the hallway to S Club like a dork. How far she has fallen.

She hears Alison's car drive off just before the grandfather clock chimes for the hour. Seven o'clock. Once upon a time, she'd have hated having to stick to a schedule for socialising. But given how she only got to spend three nights and two days a month with her crew, she'd found herself more amiable to adapt to spend what little time she had with them all. Besides, some of the stories the others came up with could be entertaining, aside from Cap's famous Risk games and Thomas' grand epics that nearly sent her back to sleep prematurely.

She's still resisting the urge to hum more awful pop when she reaches the common room. The Captain is already there, prompt as usual, stood erect facing the window, his stick held at his tail bone.

"Evenin' Cap. Ready for Story Club?" She tapped his arm as she passed him, nothing too overly friendly. He's as picky about physical affection as she is. One of the few things they have in common.

It's not that she doesn't like being hugged or holding hands or any of that jazz, it's just when people get presumptive about it or not get when she isn't in the mood. She'd had more than a few talks with Kitty about respecting boundaries.

"It's Captain, not Cap. You should respect the titles of your superiors." The soldier spoke without looking away from the moon half-hidden behind the clouds.

Silver snorted; "That's a new one. You would have had me there if not for that voice."

Far deeper and threatening than the stern but soft authoritative tone she'd come to know so well.

"Good girls should be seen and not heard."

Silver stilled at that, feeling something close to an ice cold finger run down the back of her neck.

"Okay, that's crossing the line into creepy, please never say that again, Cap."

"I told you to call me Captain, girl!" He turned his head to glare at her, his voice rising enough to make her jump.

She recoiled back; "What the fuck? You always let Alison call you Cap."

"Because Alison is not some pagan harlot who waltzes around half naked!" He sneered as he began to step towards her; "Look at you. Have you no respect, girl?!"

Silver scoffed at that, putting her hand to her hip, resisting the urge to button up her jacket to hide her exposed belly. She didn't like way the Captain's eyes were scanning her over, top to bottom.

"Thought you'd be the last person I'd need to worry about perving over girls, let alone ones half your age." She cringed.

"Do not speak such filth. It is your kind who corrupt good, upstanding men with your sinful, seductive charms."

"Excuse you, pal, I have and would never try any of my sinful seductive charms on you or any bloke in this house, living or dead! My bread ain't buttered that way, mate! I thought you understood that!"

This entire confrontation feels like something out of a bad dream. Cap was staring at her with pure, unfiltered hatred. The worst she'd got from him over the years was exasperated annoyance. But contempt? What had she done to piss him off this much?

Was this all because Kitty wanting her to be her new singing partner instead of him? Talk about petty.

His lips thinned and curled at that.

"More debauchery. More sin. You are festered with it, you little she-demon." He hissed, "So that is what you have been doing with poor, innocent Katherine. Polluting her with your filth."

This was beyond a joke now. Silver rubbed at her elbow, "Whatever game you're playing here, just stop-."

"A game?"

Silver turned to see Kitty entering the room, with Thomas, Fanny, Pat and Julian behind her.

"Oh thank Hekate." Silver sighed and moved towards them; "Can you guys please sort this bloke out?! He's just started slagging me off and throwing all these accusations at me!"

"What accusations?" Asked Julian, more interested than she expected of him.

"Oh apparently I've been trying to corrupt Kitty with my 'sinful ways'." She rolled her eyes, waiting for them to laugh with her at how ridiculous such a claim was.

Instead, to her horror, they merely stared blankly at her.

"Have you?" Asked Thomas, flatly.

"I...No!" She denied, vehemently; "Of course I haven't! Kitty, tell them!"

All eyes shifted to the Georgian woman, whose hands were folded at her skirt, her expression unusually subdued. Like a child being put on a witness stand.

"Tell the truth, Katherine." Said Cap, his voice shifting slightly back to that paternal tone, but still not quite his own; "You're not in trouble here."

Why the fuck was she in trouble?! She hadn't done anything, she was barely awake most of the time!

Kitty raised her chin and looked at Silver.

"It's true." She began, her voice also deeper than the bright, cheerful Kitty they knew; "She tried to convince me to dance naked beneath the full moon to summon the Dark Lord. When I refused, she attempted to...force herself upon me."

"KITTY, WHAT THE FUCK-?!"

A firm hand struck her across the face.

"Hold your tongue, you vile degenerate!" Fanny scalded, hand still raised, ready to strike again if needed.

Pat and Thomas stepped in as Silver made a move towards Kitty, not that she'd been going for a physical attack, just to know what had possessed her to accuse her of something so....

She stilled. Then she looked at her friend, really looked at her. Then at the faces of the others in the room.

They were all glaring at her with the exact same expression. No gentle understanding from Pat. No sly humour from Julian. Even Fanny lacked her judgemental sneer and was glaring with pure loathing.

"What's happened to you all? Why are you being like this?" She asked, edging backwards, cheek stinging.

"We are seeing you for what you are, young lady." Fanny approached her, more robotic than how she appeared each early morning before falling out the window; "A thorn amongst our roses. A snake within Eden. A witch."

"Uhh, yeah. How is that news?! I've been open about my faith since the night I met you all, I thought we were over this!" She protested.

"Perhaps we all decided we needed time to observe you and study how much of a threat you pose." Julian explained, blandly.

They were all beginning to close in on her now, forming a semi circle as she backed against the window.

"Now we know. You have shown your true intentions to good, innocent Kitty. We shall not allow you to poison our family further." Said the Captain.

Silver glanced around at them, blood rushing to her ears. The room itself may as well have been collapsing in on her. They had her trapped.

Where was Mary? And Robin? Hell, she'd even take Humphrey, whichever bit, the head to talk some sense into these gits and the body to use as a shield.

"Look...I get the hint. I'll go back to the woods, okay? You won't have to see me again." She tried to bargain.

"It's too late for that, child. We can't risk having you run free on our land like some wild beast." Pat said, with a false attempt at sounding reasonable.

Kitty stepped forward.

"It's not too late to simply confess. Renounce Satan and ask for the Lord's forgiveness."

Silver fought the urge to stick to her principles when her safety was on the line.

"Okay, fine! I renounce Satan! There you go, will you leave me the fuck alone now!?" She tried to make a dash for the door.

The Captain stood in her way, the tree of a man that he was.

"Do you honestly expect that to be sufficient? If you won't willingly confess...Then perhaps you need it flogged out of you."

Silver watched as he tapped his palm with the end of his stick. It had never appeared anything close to threatening until this moment.

"Contain her." Captain ordered.

The men moved to grab her arms. Silver ducked and weaved back, holding up her palms before they could touch her.

"Wait, wait, just wait! Please!" She begged, "Please let me just say one thing!"

A scream, that's all needed to say. A scream as she turned and jumped through the window, landing in a fumble of hands and knees on the driveway. Then she ran. She ran faster than she'd ever moved in her whole fucking existence to escape these lunatics.

Back upstairs, the Captain stood at the window with his cohorts at his side, watching the girl race across the field, pink fringe flailing above her in the wind.

"Let's give her a head start. Been far too long since we had a good hunt." He smirked, eyes flashing onyx.

[lilliths-not-just-httyd-blog]

okay so lemme do a quick comparison here (edit i say quick but this turned out to be a very long rant)

light fury. the official closest relative to the night fury.

too clean

nothing draws your eye, like with toothless his eyes were green which contrasted perfectly with the black but we don't even get that with the LF

adheres to human beauty standards and looks way too artificial and plasticy to be real

looks like an undercooked chicken got elsafied

doesn't even look like a real dragon

V.S.

sweet wraith. a valentines themed variant of the sand wraith (the other closest relative to the night fury to the point where it is literally just a reskinned night fury model with extra bits and bobs, look it up if you haven't seen it before)

has FUCKING TEXTURE!! SPIKES!! SPOTS!! SHARP BITS!!

your eye is drawn to it BECAUSE IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A BLANK CANVAS ON MS PAINT

animalistic, looks like a horned lizard

reminds me of the vibrant colours of a death song, scauldron or zippleback

actually looks like a fucking dragon

how did the pinkafied valentines event "night fury ripoff" dragon look better than the literal "other mascot" official night fury counterpart dragon????

so the light fury is supposed to be the closest relative to the night fury, right? well, here are the other "closest relatives" to the night fury, the sand wraith (literally a reskinned night fury with slight biological changes), and the woolly howl, a close relative of the sand wraith (except its fucking fluffy).

tell me these aren't better than the light fury. sure, these fuckers may look fucking weird. sure, some are bright pink or blue or look like a deep fried pansexual flag. sure, some are whatever the fuck the snoggletog wraith is. but they don't look out of place within the confines of the universe:

on the left, we have NF relatives, and on the right we have dragons that appeared in the actual show. they don't look so out of place now, do they? versus the plastic action figure ass bitch that is the light fury.

OH LOOK, A BRIGHT WHITE/BLUE NIGHT FURY RELATIVE HAS BEEN DONE BEFORE AND IT LOOKS BETTER AND MORE IN-UNIVERSE THAN THE LIGHT FURY EVER DID

QUICK SOMEONE MAKE A SNOW WRAITH OC THAT I CAN SHIP WITH TOOTHLESS OUT OF SPITE (thats literally how beastooth came into existence in my viggo lives au, i started shipping toothless with viggo's skrill out of spite and it very quickly turned into a genuine ship)

BUT SERIOUSLY THE SNOW WRAITH LOOKS SO MUCH BETTER-

even the prototype design for the light fury looked better (time to throw that into my pile of "wasn't produced but should have been" alongside villain valka and the fire tides comic)

and if they really wanted a pretty femme glowing glittery girl dragon

ruffnut's trancemare is a thing that they could have ripped off without hesitation and it still would have looked more in-universe than the light fury because at least then there's another dragon you can compare it to-

could the light fury have looked good and had a good design within another context? within another show even?

yeah. yeah it fucking could. look at rescue riders. that thing would have looked so fucking good in rescue riders like it would fit in perfectly. and that's not a diss either. rescue riders has its place. i watched an episode of it one time and its genuinely not actually that bad (in terms of preschooler shows at least. i wouldn't recommend it to anyone over the age of seven). they could have made it chibified (like its baby form in titan uprising) or made it like a god dragon or something, and it would have fit in perfectly and i wouldn't have any reason to complain.

but not dreamworks dragons. not the main canon. the standard dragon designs in the movies, shows and shorts involve realism, spikes, tendrils, sharp teeth, texture, colours and features based on real fucking animals and legends and shit. sandbusters kind of look like turtles, sand wraiths look like horned lizards, zipplebacks look like snakes, catastrophic quakens look like fucking pill bugs, singetails look like chameleons, the bewilderbeast looks like a cat, gronckles look like small dogs, death songs look like butterflies, hell one could even make a case for flightmares looking like eels (they really do look like new zealand's longfin eels istg). even non-animalistic dragons like monstrous nightmares, terrible terrors, skrills and shockjaws have their basis in real dragon myths. i've always thought of shockjaws looking like Taniwha; sea monsters of maori mythology (yeah i'm from new zealand fuck you), and monstrous nightmares are about as traditionally (western) dragonesque as they come. terrible terrors are straight out of the books.

and somehow the light fury looks like a plastic toy. and im pretty sure that was dreamwork's intention in the first place. who else would prefer the marketable, plastic-y light fury over the original concept art other than a corporation?

capitalism ruining art once again ig.

but hey, we have baby sand wraiths so it's all okay (genuinely the most no thoughts head empty dragon i have ever seen in my entire life)

i think a really big reason the lightfury design is so weird is because it adheres to human beauty standards

the other dragon designs are beautiful in the sense of a moth with cool wings, a cat with a long coat or a deer in a forest clearing

the lightfury is meant to be pretty in the ways a human is pretty which when compared to all the other dragons, makes her look really really awkward

[hueningkoi]

In honor of Murdy's first birthday tomorrow I'm gonna info dump about my oc's. Yolo. Long post ahead lol feel free to scroll past 😅

Oldest sibling on the left is 31 yr old Murdy Pine of course they are a lil wild card energetic and obnoxious pansexual nonbinary he/they and acts like the youngest. Gets into A LOT of trouble. Always seems to have new clothes and buys people things for them but neither Zed or Mo have any idea what Murdy does for a living. He disappears a lot and comes back suspiciously overly cheerful. Has a concerning neck scar and missing part of his left ear and they come up with a different ridiculous story about what happened everytime it comes up. The last story he told he said he he lost his ear during a poker game with one of the k*ardashian's bodyguards. Murdy got "caught cheating" and the guy lost it and "went all mike tyson on my ass." No one believes them.

Murdy's younger brother is Zed Pine in the pic in the middle. He is an Edgelord. Angsty little 26 yr old. He is really athletic and loves to play sports but he is also not social or extroverted at all but for some reason attracts jocky social butterfly dude bros all the time? He goes to the gym and everyone there loves him even tho he barely says anything to them? He has been adopted by his entire local gym and he doesnt know what to do about it Murdy help him please. He also is an insomniac and seems like he never sleeps and is a long suffering younger brother to a ball of chaos named Murdy Pine. He's also asexual or demisexual he doesn't know all he knows is he can't be bothered with all that but sometimes the guys at the gym look sorta nice to him physically? Maybe? Meh. Whatever. *pulls his pokemon game out and ignores you*

Mo Pine in the drawing on the right is their younger cousin she's 17 and she tries hard to be a tough person but is such a cinnamon roll underneath. She is like Murdy and Zeds unnofficial little sister even though she's always the one telling Murdy to drink some freakin water and Zed to go THE HELL TO SLEEP Or she'll kick their asses which they know she never will because she learned that she can't throw a punch to save her life. She's not allowed to cook because she'll set the kitchen on fire. She is clumsy on her feet and can and will trip and fall on literally nothing. The ground loves her. She's tired of skinning her hands from falling so. The gloves. Also she's probably not gay right? Murdy always makes hints about it and she's not dumb she knows what they are getting at but like... Yesterday this girl at the Cafe winked at her and Mo ran into a table and knocked the napkin dispenser off and she was so embarrassed she couldn't look at cafe girl but thats just probably because she's clumsy and embarassed herself and not because that girl had the cutest freckles and made her stomach flip and... well it's whatever.

They all are very close and would die for each other but they all also bug each other so much and would not hesitate to tackle one another to the ground at a moments notice. Classic sibling behavior. Mo and Zed think Murdy is secretly an assassin or a spy or something and they get together once a week and play videos games and talk about what the hell Murdy DOES for a living. There is a folder they've been filling up. It's their project.

Murdy likes to plan surprise birthday parties for Mo and Zed at the most batshit times of the year no where NEAR thier birthdays and even if it's weird and out of nowhere they are always THE BEST PARTIES EVER.

A classmate made fun of Mo for falling going up the stairs at her school and she acted like it didn't hurt her feelings but it did and Murdy was furious. The next day the stairs were missing like completely torn out and the girl who made fun of her was hysterical saying that there was an entire giant pile of destroyed crumbled cement in her living room this morning and her parents were furious and confused and called the police but no one knows how it got there at all still and the school is working on fixing the stairs immediately because they also got an anonymous envelope with a pineapple sticker on it with a donation of money to fix the stairs and a note that said "sorry got a little upset and carried away. Kowabunga brother." Mo is very confused but it kind of made her day.

[lunar-lair]

ok say hello to my insanely new oc who ive made entirely to be a villain who is still an excellent adult and a decent parent, probably. cares too much abt kids. think reigen mob psycho with a drop or two of milla. worked under Nick From The Mailroom and was actually in on his scheme.

has always been rather cold and brash towards adults, but is more caring towards kids. in my brain he has a brooklyn type accent? rough and tumble, walks around without a tie, yknow? they keep him cause he sorts mail real good, though.

(added a read more because this got INSANELY LONG AKSKSK i spent like an hr on this h)

he was a delugeionist, but only because he kinda just wanted to rip the world apart a little; lysandre vibes, thinks a lot of it is scum and needs to go. thinks the *psychonauts* are scum and need to go. hes psychic but suppressed it, think aquato parents but extra toxic about it, and straight up just saying being psychic is unnatural. wouldnt go to loboto parent lengths tho. so he adopted that thought of 'being psychic is unnatural and wrong', which contributed to a lot of self hate that was never learned out. likely, he realizes hes a shitty person and thinks he needs to go too. so like...yknow hank, dbh? kinda the vibe im gettin right now. way more formal, of course, and while usually gruff, is more polite when its needed; can and *will* beat the shit out of you verbally in a factual way, though, and can talk more street-lingo if hes talkin to real thugs. (probably winged it on his own after failing college or smth, hes got the vibes.)

anyways, its this plot where he slinks off and starts planting mistrust in the psychonauts or something. and inevitably he just...shows up and starts kidnapping people. dismantling things from the inside and all that. he left and formed a group who also hated psychics at some point, likely friends of his parents and friends of friends, all from his hometown. all of them fight *insanely* dirty, and a lot of them are insanely vulgar. the kids are supposed to be kept away.

but theres a line to follow here.

this man is a fold to raz. hates the psychonauts, hates being psychic, adopted his parent's hate of psychics, hates the *world.* raz is young and unburdened and unjaded...mostly. hes not the shock of water some young characters can be when it comes to being the foils of other characters; think steven with a villain or something, right? but raz is sassy and a little jaded, and not total sunshine positivity.

hes a child this man could look down on and not be immediately annoyed by, who is worried by yet respects raz's realization of the world as it is, however little that is.

and yet raz is still his foil. he still mostly loves the psychonauts, despite it all, he loves being psychic, for the most part, he dodged adopting his parents previous values, he still seems to have an even view of the world as a whole.

raz is jaded, if only a little, but he moved past it and accepted that things could still be bright. this man is jaded, but he stayed in his stormclouds, never looked for the sun.

ok where. was i. RIGHT ok so. at the beginning of this...story? the man finds raz being talked down to by one of the office workers; someone with weak psychic powers whos insanely jealous of his prowess. an adult who envies the young prodigy. and theyre giving him some insane task to do, like cleaning all of the closets within the hour, but hes saved the world twice, so he smiles and nods along, because he said he would help around the motherlobe, and this adult is asking him to do something that seems simple enough.

and this guy, internally, goes 'bitch.' for a good long second bc 1. dude even if you envy a kid, kinda fucked to show that?? not their fault 2. WHY are you asking a 10 year old to do that. why is there a 10 year old here. holy shit thats a 10 year old oh my god hes so tiny (no one told him there was a 10 year old because they knew hed stomp right up to management but. regardless. he is going to stomp up to management after this and no one can really stop him. except maybe raz well see)

so yknow. dude fixes his slight slouch and walks forward and politely tells this woman that 1. hes 10 why are you jealous of him and 2. hes 10????????? and shes like shit hes 10. and apologizes. and walks away

and raz is VERY ?? bc she was doing what? why is him being 10 important? and its that young part of you that gets pissed when people try to keep you from doing things because youre young and hes DEFINITELY yet to learn that piling responsibilites that should be handled by adults onto a child is fucked up in its own special way (looking at you ford, *nick*)

and the dude calmly explains because yea. he gets that. and he still sounds gruff and a little peeved but he squats down to razs height and he talks simply and factually, telling him straight on why it isnt right.

and. huh. people dont really do that for raz. except for sasha, sometimes, everyone likes to dodge the truth a lot with him, because hes 10, and sometimes, hes too nice to tug it out of them.

and this guy, this man that raz is already polishing a trophy for 'good adulting' in the back of his brain with his striking statements about how adults should handle things and kids should-kids should...get to have fun. not be traumatized.

for the shock on his face when raz said hed already saved the world a couple times, whats some closets. he reigned it in, said that its weird he saved the world, because thats usually their jobs.

and this guy offers his hand on instict before he stands up, even though he doesnt seem very sweet and kind like the adults that usually offer raz a hand. and he takes it, i think. he takes it.

warm. warm, a little nice.

reminds raz of his dad, maybe. he wonders if this man has any kids himself, but keeps his mouth shut, because he thinks he already has the answer, and its yes.

(he doesnt have any. he would wish he did, but he knows hed fail to raise them right.)

and when he stands, he asks raz what he was asking that woman for, and he says hes doing tasks around the motherlobe because his papers are still coming in. the man doesnt ask. (he knows what 'papers' means, realizes this is the tiny junior psychonaut every room in the damn place has been buzzing about, and he has fucking words for forsythe.) he just offers for the kid to sort mail under his supervision.

and that sounds boring. at least, it usually would.

this man is interesting, and a good...person? a good adult? hes...hes new. hes new, and calm, and a little like sasha but a lot not, and he thinks he trusts him.

so raz grins and says yea, mail sorting sounds nice.

(debatably, raz does not take his hand. hes too jaded when it comes to adults. debatably, he does not feel any warmth from this man who has taught him every adult has been telling him wrong. debatably, im projecting. but thats the whole point of ocs, hm?)

and then holes crop up in motherlobe systems. people are kidnapped.

raz keeps seeing the strange man, keeps telling him things, keeps hearing back, gruff and factual and a little annoyed, but raz can almost-just-barely tell its not at him, with the way he talks.

he can tell. he can tell.

he can never tell. this man is making sure he can tell.

raz trusts the man, is still polishing that trophy for 'best adulting' he has settling in the back of his mind.

and then the man comes with a militia.

he did not seem jaded. he did not seem hateful. he never showed any anger or hate towards raz.

but thats because he knows kids dont deserve it.

an excellent moral or two. a rotten, broken heart.

and at first, they keep the kids away, because these people fight dirty, because this isnt their battle, because the man has been sending emails about why 15 year olds are in a secret psychic agency.

(he does not mention raz. by razs second visit, he had just marked the boy down as another reason to hate the psychonauts as a whole, and especially its higher ups.

hes also regretting his alliance to nick by about the third. if he had known the man would puppet a child as if they were a toy, he would have organized his own rebellion ages ago.)

but eventually, the psychonauts need all hands on deck.

they send the children to find the missing agents.

the interns are fought on the way. some of them avoid the child, know the boss would pummel them.

they get to the base, and the strange man, the one with the broken trophy for 'best adult' (still barely-polished, because hes still so sure) still nestled in the back of razs brain, is still there.

the junior psychonauts are spotted. one of the guards throws a few rocks aimlessly.

they surprise them. one almost hits raz.

its intercepted instead.

and the other junior psychonauts watch as this man, their enemy, a villain, in their eyes, reprimands the other man for even accidentally daring, for even trying. for doing something they might have done just a month or so ago, if they had decided he was too much weirder than they already had.

and he yells something like, "Why the hell is he even here?! This is an enemy base, of whats a rebellion! This is a *10 year old*! What kind of adult sends a child *near* something like that?!" and he truly sounds angry this time, raz finds. hes too angry to keep it in. he still sounds gruff and oddly proper. raz is standing there, arms hanging. hes baffled in a specific way, the way he was every time the man's brow furrowed when he mentioned a harrowing story, the way he was the first day they met.

and he asks, a little quiet, a little small, a reminder of how young he really is, "Why are you still trying to keep me safe? We're supposed to be enemies now."

And his brow furrows further before flattening out, and he tilts onto one leg, and he swears he almost kneels to a knee.

He cant believe it. He really cant.

"You're 10." he says simply, softly, that factual way. "You shouldn't even be here."

and raz pauses. the interns freeze.

"...well, here I am."

and i think...it would be so intriguing if this was done halfway out of the mind, because this man is so against anything psychic. it would be so *compelling.*

so raz steps forward and asks again, asks why hes doing this.

and the mans eyes harden, he tries to turn off that soft heart, trying to remind himself of all that he hates. because he hates the psychonauts, because he sort of hates the world.

and raz asks why he could ever hate the psychonauts, head tilted, before listing off the few he knows to be true. but other than that, how? and ok, the world sucks a little, yea, hes seen that, gets that.

and he appreciates that this kid isnt totally gung ho about existence.

but he hates that he isnt, too.

and its this back and forth. everything the man hates, why he hates it. raz saying why its good but admitting why its bad.

and hes swayed, just a little.

but the man stands up from the kneel hed inevitably instinctively put himself into, and walks forward, hand held out yet again.

"You shouldn't be in the Psychonauts," he tells him, soft, factual, brow furrowed. "Come with me. I'll bring you back to your parents, or wherever it is you want to go."

raz contemplates. thinks, for a long moment.

he grabs the mans hand, warm and firm, yet again, for a terrifying moment.

before he reaches up to slap a mental door on his forehead, and astral projects into it.

he thinks this man is good. thinks hes just jaded.

thinks hes the best adult hes ever met, one who just happens to hate a lot of things.

hes only 10.

hes not letting someone who can tell him so clearly whats wrong and right for adults to tell him go that easily.

aaaand yknow. raz does his razzy thing. learns about why the guy hates the world and the psychonauts and himself. helps him learn that its not all bad, that he was excellent to raz, and still is, that things can be bad and good all at once.

the man concedes that raz is very capable, very smart, and can do a lot. but that doesnt mean he should have to.

raz tells him, though, that he likes working for the psychonauts. its his dream. and he realizes some things he was told to do were kinda screwed up, now. that maybe, in honesty, he was dealt a bad hand.

but hes done what he can with that hand, and he ended up with a royal flush.

and uh! yknow!! then raz leaves his mind and he calls off the rebellion! its like a rhombus of ruin type adventure, except without the villain being present beforehand. its just not clustered in insanely close with a ton of other wild shit.

anyways this got really long? sorry?? its an oc i just saw good adult and slight father vibe potential in the vibe i instantly got on him and then i went feral???? rip maybe someone will read this and if you did. congrats i honestly really liked how the whole foil and good-yet-bad and consideration of raz being 10 thing worked out. this oc is almost like our representative in the psychonauts world the way reigen is for the audience in mp100. yea :) i match them up a lot but thats just cause they vibe a lot. anyways its 1:40 am now and i spent abt an hour on this hope it vibed mildly byeeee

[gunpowderdtim]

My mechs fic masterpost!

Remember to mind the tags on each fic. I have a lot of heavy themes going on.

you look into the void (and know no one is coming)

In which Brian, before he was ever the drumbot is stranded in space. Alone. No one is coming for him and no one is looking. He is out of fuel and he knows without a doubt he is going to die.

aka

In which Still Flesh Brian dies.

Chew the meat and hold it down

In which Bertie dies, and Tim is starving.

hurtling through space (while wondering whats next)

Tim was alone in the Moon Kaisers life pod for some time before he died. He also had a gunshot wound. And was blind.

Also, the moon exploding likely had some cataclysmic effects as the bits started raining down.

Basically, Tim blows up the moon, realized he's doomed earth, and dies. (he gets better though)

my eyes on you (and your heart in my hands)

In which Tims eyes hurt, Tim is angry at Jonny (and the others, but mostly Jonny) for mechanizing him horribly, and Tim and Jonny actually communicate.

Basically, Tim has chronic pain from his eyes, then Jonny comes in with a gift to maybe make things somewhat better between them. They communicate about their issues, and cuddle after.

burning choking dying (and then i wake up and it happens again)

Tim burns to death in the engine. It hurts. He's dying. He dies. He wakes up and he's still in the engine

Otherwise, Tim burns to death in the engine repetitively, and Jonny is like "are you awake yet lmao" and tim. is not okay.

bonds forged under fire are stronger than any force (except, of course, bullets)

Basically Tim gets gassed somehow probably in a random war i don't know, panicks, and Nastya is also there.

Its also Bertie's death.

my sobs ring hollow (but you hold me all the same)

In which Tim can't get through GPTVTMK during a show, hides the fact he's upset, and leaves mid-show to go back to Aurora, who comforts him. Then Jonny comes back and talks to Tim about what happened.

wrap your arms around me (and keep me sane)

In which Tim gets sad during GPTVTMK, because sometimes it makes him sad, and Jonny picks a fight with Nastya after to give Tim some time to wind down after.

breathing isn't so hard (as long as you remember how to)

Tim always carries a gas mask.

This has saved him on many occurrences. With the occasional intruder managing to gas the ship.

But when he leaves his coat, and therefore gas mask in one of the rec rooms, and the gas starts flooding from the vents, he has no choice but to die.

In other words, Tim gets gassed, and has a very bad time.

i find myself in your embrace (and i will never let you go)

In which Tim and Jonny cuddle and discuss getting married.

I hold you in my arms (and you pull yourself closer)

Tim is sad. Jonny gives good hugs. Tim is awful at asking for hugs. Thats about it.

you hang for eons (and rust all the while)

In which Brian hangs in Camelot for a very, very, very long time.

Otherwise, Brian was hung in Camelot, and is also a prophet, and no one listens.

Metal warps worse than bone (but they can both be fixed the same)

Brian post his century long stay in a star isn't exactly alright.

I look at you and I see a future

In which Tim pesters Jonny into sitting with him and a pile of Octokitttns.

the light of a million suns could never compare to the brightness you bring

Tim curled into Jonny's arms, leaning into him.

Jonny smiled to himself, pulling Tim a bit closer.

Tim rested his forehead on Jonny's shoulder, and Jonny knew he was laughing.

Not by the sound, but by the fact he could feel it. The slight shake of laughter so different from a terrified tremble.

He was happy, sitting here. Happy with Tim. Happy on Aurora. Happy.

Tim and Jonny talk. Jonny gets emotional because he's happy, and that's new. Then tim reveals Ashes is probably going to kill him later, and tries to rope Jonny into being a diversion.

play your mind away (its not like you can lose it)

"Last I heard Skuzz was halfway around the galaxy teaching children to play cello or something" — Maki, about Skuzz in the mechscord

in which i saw that and thought "you know what would be fucked up"

In which Skuzz is very bioprogrammed, can't stop playing the cello, and Carmilla told everyone she was dead.

eternity will see her dead

Rose Reds are made to die, and eternity will see them dead, sent off to another bitter end.

Carve thy name on a moss covered stone.

In which some Rose Reds who broke away from Coles army hear a gunshot, and assume the worst.

This is about my Rose Red ocs and their various backstories, and how they would react to the gunshots.

you face your end with your eyes wide open (and you smile all the while)

In which Gunpowder Tim realizes that the Mechansims are dying, and he really, really, really doesn't want to be the last one alive.

So he does the logical thing, and chooses to die.

you look into the void (but someone pulls you back and holds you close)

Brian's death is very sad. An au where instead of Brian throwing himself into the void to die, Jonny stops him.

In which Brian dies loved, and surrounded by his family. In which Brian gets a somewhat happy, or at least calm, ending.

in the sunniest moments we ponder our doom

In which Nastya gets bored of being on earth, and Jonny pesters her for a good narritive reason to suddenly vanish from the shows.

Otherwise known as, Out is fake and Nastya just went back to Aurora to vibe.

[avengersnthings]

Assistant: Part One (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Request: no problem, I understand that! so, maybe can you write about a Steve x reader, when the reader is his personal assistant? idk I really want to read about this hahah, so if this is not a problem I'll be very happy ❤️ and thank you for your answer, you're so sweet! Xx

and 

Anything with steve rogers x reader, no OC please 😂 make the reader male, female, the daughter/son, whatever 😂

Requested By: @barneshuh , Anonymous

Word Count: 1,610

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff

A/N: Hello, lovelies! Yes, it is I! I am back from the dead and have actually wrote something! Sorry I haven’t posted in forever. I have been so busy with everything and just have had no motivation to write whatsoever. But, I finally had an idea and then this happened! I like it and I hope you do too! I set this request up where if you guys want a part two, it could totally happen ;). Well, I hope you enjoy and let me know if you want a part two! As always, if you wanted to be added to the tag list just let me know.

Tag List: @mp938368 @generalantiope @thatgirlsar @jumperswellies   @quicksoldier @kitkatgaming @marvelfandom-stuff @itsmaytimetosaygoodbye @agentraven007 @marvelgoateecollection @thaniya82 @thats-so-rhyan @hymnofthevalkyrie @themanwiththemetalarm @mslaufeyson 

MASTERLIST

“No, Gary, I need those files by two,” You said quickly into your phone that was nestled between your ear and shoulder as you tried to balance the stacks of papers in your arms.

“Are you sure, (Y/N)? I can’t just give them to you by four?” 

“No, Gary, you can’t,” You snapped as you rounded the corner. “Do you know why, Gary?” You asked as the sound of your heels clicked against the smooth marble floor. You didn’t even allow him enough time to even ponder your question. “I need them by two because Captain America-” A small gasp came from the other line of the phone as you said that. “Yeah. He needs those files so he can begin to plan the next mission. Now, do you want to be the guy that ruins the next Avengers’ mission because you were too damn lazy to just print out some lousy files and get them to me on time. Get them to me by two, got it?”

Before he could reply, you hung up on him. Shifting the load of papers to one arm, you knocked on the glass door. Waiting patiently behind the door, you watched as Mr. Rogers’ (the Captain America) eyes snap up to you. Mr. Rogers quickly pushed back his chair and came to your rescue by opening up the door.

“Geez, (Y/N). They couldn’t have sent an intern to help you carry all of this?” He asked as he went to take the load from you, but you brushed him off as you set the large pile on his desk with a resounding thud.

“What’s the point? I could handle it,” You breathed out as you fixed your pencil skirt. “I mean, c’mon. Captain America’s personal assistant should be able to handle herself.”

Rolling his eyes at your comment, Mr. Rogers sat down in his chair as you lent against his desk. “(Y/N), you can ask for help y’know. Or you could’ve called me. I could have helped.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “I can handle myself, Mr. Rogers.”

Running a hand down his tired face, Mr. Rogers gave you a tired look. “How many have I told you to call me Steve?”

“About a thousand,” You grinned as you handed Mr. Ro- Steve- a stack of papers. “These just came in, and they need your signature. I could have just forged them for you to make your life easier, y’know.” You teased, earning a disapproving glance from Steve. 

“While I would have liked to have less work, it’s-”

“It’s not right,” You mimicked Steve, dropping your voice down an octave as you puffed out your chest and fell into line just like a soldier. “Permission to leave, sir?” You said as you stared straight ahead, once again just like a good soldier.

“Permission granted,” Steve laughed out as he too stood up. With a quick salute to the man in charge, you marched out of his office to go find Gary to get your damn papers. 

As you marched out of Steve’s office, he couldn’t help but shake his head as he laughed quietly to himself. As he looked up, he couldn’t help but admire your retreating form as you stopped to talk to someone. Man, she looked beautiful today, Steve thought to himself before snapping out of his thoughts. No, Steve told himself. She’s your personal assistant. Your friend. You can’t think of her that way.

“Knock-knock,” Sam barged into his office, further snapping Steve out of his thoughts of you and your little pencil skirt today. Narrowing his eyes at the super soldier, Sam followed Steve’s gaze to find it fixed on you. A smug grin forming on his face, Sam nudged Steve with his shoulder. “I take it (Y/N) just stopped in again?”

“Wha- Oh, yeah,” Steve cleared his throat. “She just dropped off some paperwork for me.”

“Man, you are so lucky to have a personal assistant so hot,” Sam grinned as he picked up a piece of paper from the mountain on Steve’s desk. Quickly glancing over the words on it, Sam tossed it over his shoulder uninterested. 

“Really, man?” Steve grumbled as he bent over to pick up the discarded paper. “And don’t talk about (Y/N) that way.”

“Why? You were thinking it,” Sam teased as he sat in the chair across from Steve. This earned a scowl from Steve which only made Sam’s grin widen. “And it’s totally true. My assistant is a guy from Cleveland who tells terrible jokes and wears the same shirt three days in a row. And you get her. It’s so unfair.”

“What can I tell ya?” Steve said absentmindedly as he read over the pile you gave him. “Life’s a bitch.”

“Whoah, you kiss (Y/N) with that mouth?” Sam teased, quickly ducking as some random object was thrown at his head. “Geez. Touchy.” The room grew quiet after that as Steve focused on his paperwork and as Sam sat across from him. “I bet you want to kiss her though, right?”

“GET OUT!” Steve shouted as Sam ran out of the room, laughing like a maniac. 

Quickly ducking his head back into the office, Sam looked at Steve. “Y’know, we do have that party at the end of the week that Tony is throwing for everyone. You should take her as your date.” 

Before Steve could answer, Sam ran out in fear of getting another thing thrown at his head. But Steve didn’t throw anything. He just sat there, thinking about what Sam had said. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.

As the week further progressed, Steve kept thinking about what Sam said about him taking you to the party. Every time that Steve had made up his mind on whether or not he was going to ask you, you walked into the room. When he decided that there was no way that you would say yes and that he wouldn’t ask you, you walked into the room with that beautiful smile on your face and Steve would want to blurt out the question right then and there. When he decided that he was going to ask you, he would get so nervous that he wouldn’t say a word to you and instead stood there awkwardly as he knocked things over. Why couldn’t he just act normal around you?

“Steve?” Your voice rang out, catching Steve’s attention. It was Friday and the party was on Saturday. If he was going to ask you, it needed to be soon.

“Yeah, what’s up?” 

“Brought you those files from Gary, finally. Sorry they took so long,” You apologized as you placed the papers on his desk. “Also, Mr. Stark wanted me to remind you about the party this Saturday. He said something about you having to bring someone and that you, and I quote, ‘Can’t just bring Barnes and make him wear a dress.’ Whatever that means.”

A blush had spread across his cheeks at the mention of Saturday. Somewhere in the back of his mind Steve just knew that Sam had gotten to Tony to make sure that he had to bring a date. “Oh, uh, thank you. I honestly forgot about Saturday.” Lies, all lies, Steve thought as he looked at you.

“Okay, well, if you don’t need me anymore, I have to go get some work done, but if you need anything, just let me know.” You said, turning towards the door.

Now or never, Rogers, Steve thought as he watched your retreating form. “(Y/N)? There is something that I need you to do.”

“Anything.”

“What are you doing this Saturday?” Steve quickly asked as he watched your face shift into confusion.

“Um, nothing. Why?”

Oh gosh. Deep breath. “Would you be willing to go to the party on Saturday with me? Strictly as a friend, or as a work relationship. No! Not a work relationship!” Oh God, shut up, Rogers! “That’s not what I meant. I don’t just see you as my assistant. I see you as a friend and kind of more than a friend, I mean, you are absolutely stunning and I would love it if you would go to the party with me as my actual date, not just a friend taking another friend sort of thing, unless you only want it to be like that. Oh God, I’m rambling. I’m sorry. I’ll just shut up now.”

Steve stood there waiting for your answer, probably as red as a tomato as he watched you. Your face still displayed confusion as you just stood there. Well I fucked that up, Steve thought, hanging his head in rejection.

“Pick me up at eight.”

Head snapping up, Steve found that the confusion on your face was replaced with a large smile. “R-really?”

“Yeah,” You smiled at him. “I think you are pretty stunning too.” You brushed back your hair when you said that, a little bit of embarrassment peeking through. 

“T-thank you,” Steve breathed out, his own smile fixing on his face. 

“Not a minute late, Rogers,” You winked as you leaned forward to kiss his cheek lightly. Quickly pulling back, you walked out the door, leaving Steve a blushing, giddy mess as he leaned against his desk, hand touching his cheek where your lips had just been.

“YES!” Steve shouted out in victory, throwing his hands up. Doing a quick victory dance, Steve sat back down in his chair and looked at the clock, urging it to go faster so it can finally be Saturday, the day he gets to take you out on a date.

Assistant: Part Two

[reidblabs]

First Line Tag Game

I was tagged by @tyriantyrant

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

I usually dont do tag games, and i dislike tagging other people but this is fun enough lol

Unfinished Giorno/Trish/Mista Fic:  A house full of gangsters wasn't one you’d expect to be quiet or relaxed, full of homey goods or framed photographs. Chapter 5 and 6 of a collab AbbaGio fic that hasnt been posted yet;  Giorno felt his eye twitch as he looked across the desk at the mountains of papers Bucciarati had slapped down in front of him.  + Around him rushed with what seemed to be the entire hotel’s population, all shoved into one dimly lit and sweaty room. WRH/JC MDZS Fic for a friend:  The Sunshot Campaign; mighty in name, mighty in effort. Mighty in it’s failure.

Omega Giorno fic for another friend: Giorno wiggles deeper into the mountain of plush clothing, the three blankets thrown over the top shifting only slightly around the bulging sides. The pile was mainly consisting of pillows and soft t-shirts, though a few boxers were thrown in as well just for good measure. Unfinished Bucci and Giorno bonding fic where they go to an art gallery: Bruno Bucciarati is a weird man. There’s no questioning it, as much as Giorno cares about him, that the man is as odd and intricate as the rest of the people surrounding him. He’s a caring soul, empathetic and kind with a fiery drive to help as many as he can. Yet despite that he has the capability to be as deadly terrifying and unhinged as one might expect from a man who had no issue Licking A Teenager’s Face as an interrogation tactic. It’s odd to think that a year on, this guy was practically Giorno’s parent now. Chose-Your-Own-Ending Game thingy: -You decide to take the grassy path to the right. - It wasn’t like the other paths would lead anywhere better, would they? - Too late to think about that now. Lonely Static: Self Insert Reader/Abbacchio (backstory for my OC fic): There are a few irrefutable facts you know about your life. Self Insert OC with with @togepixels oc: People chatter happily as they walk along the sunny Italian street, their relaxed paces evidencing their easy going days. It wasn’t too late into the day, not even gone lunchtime yet, though quite a few people milled around the square in cafe seats or making their way from tourist attraction to tourist attraction. Projections: RWCW Kid Giorno Challenge Fic:  “-And this is the Item Room!” the Speedwagon Foundation employee announces, throwing open the thick white door with as much flourish as a heavy fire door can be opened with.  Very Old Unfinished Voltron fic i will never finish: The two blue stars either side glowed brightly in the empty void of space around them, and the base between them was imposing and mystical, hovering almost magically between the crushing gravity fields. While Lance may not have understood entirely how they worked or why they were dangerous, he’d spent enough time at home in the ocean to learn how to appreciate the beauty of peril.

Shimmering Stars: Johnny Joestar Character Analysis fic:  The fire was simmering down, the first drops of glittering snow fell around it slowly and softly. Each flake glittered in the light like the stars would above if the clouds thinned.   Privately Owned Spiral Galaxy: The nineteen year old Don of Passione didn't do field work, didn't go on missions, didn't put himself in harms way. He shouldn't. He should be sat behind a desk, or in meetings, or in the corner of big networking events with a glass of awful champagne in his hand that he would not drink even a sip of. Spring Cleaning (But In Fall) [Old BTD fic i wrote]: “Where do you want these ones?” You heave, holding up two massive, off-colour pillows. Both are obviously covered in an assortment of old, colourful stains, but overall look relatively clean in comparison to some of the junk you’ve heaved to and from the rooms today. thats all i can be arsed to do tbh I am very sleepy

[up-among-the-stars]

Cycle 307

The five times Kaizo forgets his birthday, and the one time he doesn’t.

i.

Kaizo is sixteen when he first forgets.

Granted, he forgets a lot of things these days, but none of which he actually means to. He's taking his time with the mask, and while the side-effects aren't disabling, they're not exactly productive, either. It's annoying, how the memories he wants buried stay vividly clear, but Imus forbid he remember his own naming day.

So when his grandfather walks in the training room, a whole shift early and wondering why he hasn't started cleaning up, his first response is a very eloquent, "What?"

The general stares at him. "We're going to the plaza."

"...why?"

"It's your naming day," the man says with a slight frown, watching as Kaizo blinks in realization.

"Oh. Right."

"You forgot." It's not a question.

Kaizo hums, looking back at the sentinel he's pinning on the wall. He releases his hold and ends the simulation with a quick command, idly watching the bot sink back to the floor. He can still feel his grandfather watching him, but he honestly doesn't know what to say.

It was his choice to keep the mask, and the consequences were something he just had to live with.

He settles with a simple, "It's a work in progress."

Kaizo meets his grandfather's eyes, lets the other search his face for a few moments, and waits. His mouth quirks upward when he gets a small nod, knowing that the general has seen his resolve. Out of habit, he does a quick salute, before heading off to his room for a quick shower.

Training can wait; for now, he has a celebration to attend.

ii.

There are... things outside his room.

Kaizo is barely back from his latest mission when he spots the colorful mess in the hallway. He was gone for a couple of lunar cycles to patrol the Latsyrk quadrants, having picked up a couple of frequencies that belonged to powerspheres.

He'd managed to collect five of them before deciding to head home, which is how he finds himself in this current situation.

Frowning at the storage blocks scattered at his doorway, Kaizo wonders if someone dropped them, before pushing the thought away. Everyone in the East Wing knows where his room is, if only to avoid it. He's not the... kindest of people, especially after long-term missions. He blames Bora Ra for that one.

Upon closer inspection, he notices one that looks like Maya's. Bronze has always been the mechanic's color, so he picks that one up, half convinced that it's safe. If anything ever happens to him, he can always drop by her shop for an unannounced visit.

He's turning the cube over when he notices the storage date, then everything clicks.

Oh, Kaizo thinks. It was my naming day.

He hadn't really been paying attention to the date recently, but he supposed those close to him still did. Pressing the release button, Kaizo steps back just in time to catch a metallic blue slab, sleek sides tapered off to a handle.

He shifts to hold it properly and watches as it morphs around his arm to form an ion blaster.

Maya really doesn't hold back, Kaizo thinks, smirking at the possibilities for his next mission. The sword may be his preferred medium, but even he wouldn't refuse something with twice the power. He shuts it down before grabbing the other blocks still at his feet, wondering what the others got him as he finally enters his room.

iii

He's still bleeding.

Kaizo pants as he stares at the wound on his side. With a grunt, he lets his head thunk back on the tree behind him and tries to catch his breath, fairly content with being idle for the first time in two cycles. He knows Lahap enough to assume that the lieutenant has kept the data chip safe, so for now, he has only one problem.

He counts to ten before trying again.

"Xek'trs," Kaizo hisses, voice sharp in his mother tongue as he presses his activated sword against his side. It's one of the messier ways to deal with his injuries, but the wound has been bleeding enough to make him worried. He'll have to clean up better once they get out of the system.

It's after the fourth try that he finally manages to cauterize the cut successfully.

Damn Iaku and their traps, he thinks darkly, remembering how their target had worked with bounty hunters. It's not every day that they went to a mission with half the specs they needed, but this one happened to be more of a surprise than the captain was expecting.

Absentmindedly, he thinks how bad of a surprise it was.

He doesn't exactly remember the day.

iv.

There's a missed call, and from a direct line.

Kaizo narrows his eyes at the yellow triangle blinking on the screen. There are three options: either he's been found out, his planet is under attack, or it's a really important tip that he's been waiting for from the few contacts he has.

Whichever it is, he's going to have to call back.

Pulling up a few lines of code, Kaizo sets a frequency. The holographic display lights up a few moments later, and on it is -

"Aeron?"

From the screen, a guy visibly lights up as he signs a greeting. Kaizo offers a quick smile, before asking, "What's with the call?" He watches as the other signs, brows raising with the speed and every cut-off sentence as the man on the other line turns more sheepish.

"A," Kaizo interrupts after the fifth attempt is waved off, "As funny as this is, can you at least tell me if there's a problem?"

Aeron freezes mid-motion, before slowly signing, 'no.'

"Okay." Kaizo blinks. "Why'd you call, then?"

"He wanted to greet you, idiot."

Kaizo can't help the smirk that makes its way on his face at the reply. "Still ratting people out, greaser?" he asks, waving off Aeron's panic at Maya's sudden comment, "Same as always, I see." There's a snort, and Kaizo can practically hear the eyeroll in her reply.

"So are you. You would've forgotten your naming day if A hadn't called."

"Fair enough."

v.

"Captain?"

"Yes?"

"Do you... think we could visit home?"

Kaizo looks up to see Fang staring at the ground, hands fiddling with his gloves. It's a little amusing how nervous his brother still gets around him, though it's not surprising, with all that he's done. He's not exactly the best sibling in the world.

Although -

"I don't see why not," he says, tilting his head at how the other seems to perk up at that. "Something important?"

Fang blinks at his question, before looking away and mumbling, "Sort of."

Interesting.

-

If he's going to be honest, the last thing Kaizo expected Fang to be worried about was his naming day celebration.

Their parents had been surprised, to say at least, but so was he when Fang pressed to have the trip in a cycle. Kaizo watches as his brother talks animatedly with their parents, telling them about adventures he had with his friends.

It's... nice, seeing them again.

Though it's not something I can always afford, Kaizo thinks.

He stares at his soup as he takes another sip.

(+ i.)

So, the kids know when his naming day is.

But did they really have to do this? Kaizo thinks, three parts amused as he stares down at the pile of... presents outside his ship's control room. The other fourth of him is feeling an odd sense of déjà vu, but that's mostly ignored for the shocked look on his lieutenant's face.

"Lahap," he says, startling the other to attention, "You start the ship."

The lieutenant makes a face. "Captain?"

"I'll deal with it," he replies, crouching to pick up the a-little-too-bright bundle. Color-coded, he assumes, eyes automatically finding his brother's gift, as well as Boboiboy's. There are three green packages, though, so he assumes that the twins were in this, too.

Really, what is it with people and naming days.

a bunch of important notes (read: headcanons) for those who are confused:

- i have this headcanon that kaizo’s grandfather is a general??? idk, it sounded pretty cool, and kaizo had to get his military background from someone

- another headcanon: kaizo’s mask is an incomplete weapon, kind of like a prototype, so sometimes it messes with his brain and makes him forget things

- birthdays are called naming days in their planet (as features in another fic of mine).

- edit because i forgot ajjsjahs: Imus is one of their planet’s three major deities 

- when he’s not at home, kaizo stays in the garrison. his room is in the east wing.

- Latsyrk quadrants: a bunch of quadrants opposite from the one that has kaizo’s planet.

-  Xek'trs: made up curse word because i want kaizo and fang to speak alien languages!!! or something, just let them have a mother language, please.

- Iaku: another made up thing, but now an alien race. they’re known for hunting, hence the traps.

- maya and aeron are my ocs!!! read more about them here. 

- ps. i know very little about interstellar communication omg, im sorry sdjfhsdak

- the kids would totally give the captain gifts, if they found out about his birthday. they’d throw him a party, but they’re not close enough, and most of them can see that kaizo isn’t one for huge celebrations.

- gifts the kids probably gave: tea (from boboiboy, and yes, he asked fang to help), a cupcake (from yaya, bUT DON’T WORRY, THE OTHERS HELPED), a pin (from ying, and it definitely says ‘rebel’), a glass figurine (it’s kaizo’s sword, gopal didn’t know what to give but his friends kept bothering him, give him a break), new gloves (from fang, because kaizo actually goes through them pretty quickly), and alien tech (sai gave him the latest comm link in the market, and shielda gave him a holopad, also the latest in the market)

a/n: i feel very conflicted about this because i feel like i haven’t shown my view of kaizo as well as i wished??? but thats because too much of what i have are headcanons and i cant write well enough without making you guys confused??? anyway, this doesnt look like it fits the theme much either, but hear me out: the thing that makes it not-so-happy is that kaizo doesnt really care for his naming day. it - it would’ve made sense had i published my first entry for kaizo week, but then it would need more explaining and its 1 am and i need to sleep. bUT ANYWAY, i hope u guys at least enjoyed the fic skdjfhjksa

[teamevilwinter-blog]

Luna ( A Winter Soldier Story) Part 12

Pairing: Bucky x OC(Luna) 

Summary:  Character is a super soldier who escaped Hydra after S.H.E.I.L.D fell. As she recounts her past she finds herself in New York City seeking out a certain soldier who is the only one who can help her find peace within herself. This chapter is the conclusion to the series.

Word Count: 2,130 

A/N: I am so relieved to finally have this out. I havent updated in literally forever!! Enjoy! 

Catch up here:  Luna Masterlist  

~ Part 11 ~

Bucky’s POV

“How could this have happened!?! I thought she was under security!!” I shouted at Stark as Steve attempted to pull me back by the arm. I knew it was wrong to be directing all my anger at Stark, especially after all he had done to save Luna in the first place. 

Stark was quick to retort, “I am not the one who should be at blame here! You were the last person to see her before she left. So let me ask you this Barnes. What the hell happened?” 

Steve stepped in between us putting an end to the argument, “This is not the time to be throwing around accusations! We have to focus on the matter at hand. Which is that Luna is gone.” 

“Ran away, seems more fitting.” All heads turned to the figure leaning against the doorway. It was Romanoff, just come back from security central. “I obtained the security footage from the past few hours. While Luna may have disabled the alarms, she left the cameras alone.” 

The red head made her way over to a monitor and synced up her tablet to show us the footage. The first clip was of the hallway just outside this room. The guard was there, this time standing tall and alert. Moments passed and the door creeped open a crack. Something was thrown into the hallway, catching the guards attention. By the time he turned back, it was too late. Luna had used the distraction to her advantage and swung a solid hit to his jaw. The guard stumbled and then Luna swiped at his face, leaving a nasty cut above his eye. 

“What did she use to cut him?” Stark asked, clearly as stunned as the rest of us. 

“Most crucial tip of any assassin: anything can be used as weapon. By the looks of it this room has no shortage of possible ideas.” Natasha replied, her arm gesturing to the multiple items in the room. 

The next several clips showed Luna taking out guard after guard expertly until she finally made it to security central. According to Stark, the whole reason the alarms didnt go off when she left the tower was because Luna hacked into the system and shut it down. 

“We underestimated her.” Steve said what we were all thinking. 

Natasha nodded her head in agreement. “Not to mention she just had surgery. If she can take out this entire tower’s security while still in recovery, imagine her potential when she’s in full health.” 

“Like you said she’s an assassin-” Stark added. 

“- Ex-assassin…. Don’t forget she’s no longer Hydra.” My voice was clipped and no doubt my expression matched. 

Stark threw me a look of pure venom before continuing. “Like I was saying, Luna is an ex-assassin who just perfectly demonstrated she had the ability to leave this tower any time she wanted. But she didn’t because she had no reason to. Now that she’s gone I wonder what her reason was.” 

Even though Stark didnt directly look at me while saying it, it was evident he knew something was up. 

Steve cleared his throat interrupting the thickening silence. “Buck, you mentioned a note when we first got here. That’s how you knew she was gone?” 

“Yeah, I um, found it in a book in her room. I was only there because I couldn’t sleep and found it…comforting.” I tried my hardest to make it sound as normal as possible. Like any guy would just enter a girls room and rifle through their reading selections. Gosh that was real smooth. 

I took the slip out my pocket, unfolded it and read the words that had initially made my heart stop: 

To whom it may concern, 

I’m sorry that I’ve left so abruptly. I couldn’t stand another second in that room or in this tower. I don’t wish for my departure to seem like I’m ungrateful for all that everyone has done for me. You’ve given me my life back and I will forever be thankful. 

 However in the process, some things have arisen that I must deal with on my own. There is no telling how long I will be gone but I assure you I will return to repay the debt that I so heavily owe. 

Thank you all again. And farewell....

Luna 

“’Some things have arisen’? What does she mean by that?” Natasha looked at the others in confusion. 

“Barnes?” I could feel Stark’s eyes boring into the side of my head. 

I sighed. Might as well just say it. “The Winter Soldier…killed Luna’s parents. A fact she became aware of when she experienced repressed memories during her surgery” I faced Stark and looked him dead on. “So technically your right. It is my fault. And so are a million other things. None of which I could control. This included. When I came to talk to her this evening she was….inconsolable. Nothing I said or did made anything better. So maybe I’m insane for saying this but…I think she did the right thing.” 

Stark failed to mask his astoundment,”Are you insane?” 

“He’s right” Natasha stepped in before Stark could continue. “ Those tapes proved she can hold her own just fine. Not to mention she was already living alone for four years prior to coming here. With that aside, we have to consider her emotional state right now. A sudden onset of traumatic memories right after you’ve woken up from brain surgery is a lot. More than even she could handle. We all have our ways of coping. My guess is she didnt leave the city. Just went somewhere where she feels most at peace. To help her get through this.” 

“Oh my gosh.” I whispered. 

“What?” Steve stepped towards me. 

I help up the slip. “Theres a part of the note I didnt read to you. I thought it was just a rhyme that she wrote but I think its a clue. ‘The only place I feel free, amongst the stars I will be.’ Does New York City have an observatory of some sort?” 

“The closest is Staten Island. Which is way too far.” 

“Ok then….whats the tallest building in NYC?” I was starting to figure out where she might have gone. 

“One World Trade Center. Access to the roof is restricted but it has an observatory deck.” Natasha replied. 

“Thats it. I know she’s there.” I was out the door before anyone could question it. I heard Steve called out after me but my mind was already made. 

By the time I made it to the center it was just shy of 9 in the morning. I had opted to walk the whole way through the night using the time to think about what I would say once I found her. After buying a ticket I made my way to the observatory deck, as always keeping a low profile. 

I was surprised at the amount of people, considering how early it was. I searched the crowd looking out for that raven-haired bun I always saw on her. I walked over to the edge of the room passing a  few couples and families with some rowdy kids. 

I peered out of the floor to ceiling windows, tilting my head to the sky. Even though the stars had disappeared hours ago I still felt a strange closeness to it all. A sudden movement caught my right eye and I pivoted to look. Thats when I saw it. A streak of dark tresses piled high ontop of a head and flash of tan skin as the body moved swiftly back into the crowd. 

I took after her, delving between tourists and guides. I caught her just as she was about to enter the elevator to go down. “Luna!” 

The figure turned and thats when my hopes shattered. The girl, a complete and utter stranger, gave a look of bewilderment as she shook my arm away. “Hey! Can I help you sir?” 

“Uh, no. No I’m so sorry I thought you were someone else.” I stuttered out the apology. The girl gave me one last baffled look before stepping away into the elevator. 

I returned to the windows, more frustrated than ever. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she was never here at all. There was a couple not too far away from where I stood, silently admiring the horizon. What caught my attention wasn’t the unusual distance between them, but the girl herself. Or rather her hair. 

Usually I don’t take notice to stuff like that. But this was an exception. It cascaded down her back in loose curls stopping just above her waist. I felt weird staring but something about it just didn't seem right. The guy beside her  walked away revealing her face to me. 

I dared to sneak a glance and when I did I just about fell over. Luna didn't look surprised to see me, she just looked...exhausted. I saw her breathe in deeply but she made no move to walk over. So I did instead.

Just as I came within earshot she started to talk, "James, I have to apol–"

Before I could think about what I was doing I pulled her close to me and met my lips with hers. She tensed and that's when I realized I made a mistake kissing her. I was ready to pull away but then her hand found the back of my neck and she relaxed into the kiss.

My own hands migrated from her waist up to the base of her hair. My god this hair. Why on earth would she keep it up? It transformed her. So much so that I didn’t recognize her when I was initially passed her. 

The kiss grew deep as we disregarded our surroundings and focused soley on the two of us. 

“Hey you two! Get a room will ya?” A brutish voice yell from behind us. That seemed to snap us out of it as we broke apart. Luna was just as breathless as I. Her hand fell from my neck giving me the chance to grab it and guide her away to somewhere with less people. 

Luckily I found a small alcove away from the mass. I checked behind my shoulder out of habit. Then turned back to be met with those bright eyes of her. 

“James-” I raised my hand to stop her. 

“Luna, I knew what you were gonna say and it is not necessary to apologize.” My hands came to rest lightly on her shoulders. 

She gazed at me in confusion. “How can you say that? I practically threw a tantrum right in your face! I yelled and cried and didnt even give you a single chance to explain yourself!” 

“I know. And initially I was incredibly upset that you did that. But then I considered the circumstances. I sorta know what it feels like to wake up from a surgery with your whole life changed.” 

Luna glanced down at my left arm as I saw her visibly gulp. “James....as much as you don't want me to say it, I have to take responsibility for my actions. I probably caused quite the scene back at the tower.” 

I couldn't help but scoff slightly. “Yeah, you could say that.” 

Luna’s expression hinted at guilt. “Is anyone seriously hurt?” 

“Not seriously. Some of those guards may be walking around for awhile with some nasty bruises but they’ll be fine. I have to say though, what you pulled off was pretty impressive despite the circumstances.” 

She sighed, looking off in the direction of the masses. “I completely regret it. I wasn't thinking straight y’know? Just needed to get out of there. Now I doubt Tony will ever let me in the Tower again.” 

That caught me off guard. “Your saying you would return??” 

Luna leaned against the alcove, crossing her arms. “Well of course but I’ve kinda ruined my chances now.” 

I chuckled softly at that. “Your crazy if you think Stark would kick you out of the tower. I mean yeah the guy has got issues, but he isn't cold-hearted. Besides everyone is sorta getting used to having you around. And with talents like yours maybe some day you could be an agent.” 

She looked up at me with hope in her eyes “You really believe that?” 

I stepped towards her, closing the gap between us. “Of course I do.” 

Luna looked down for a moment and when she came back up I noticed a glimmering in her eyes. I wrapped her in a hug as she began to cry. 

Through the quiet sobs, I heard her tearful words. 

“Thank you Bucky. Without you I wouldn't have gotten my life back. Without you I would have ceased to be Luna. Thank you.” 

MMMMMMM The end? Not so fast. there is a very cute epilogue heading your way! 

Tags: @nodramaaloud @peony13 @chipilerendi

[rishi-eel]

OK SO I LOVE JAYMES’ BOYS SO MUCH I GOTTA GUSH ABOUT THEM FOR A SEC (but under a readmore tho because this got longer than i expected)

Wrench and Ackler are a mad lad duo from the 501st who have a reputation for uh... not being the sharpest tools in the shed (i wouldn’t say they’re dumb but they’re Certainly Something). Rex considered transferring the two shinies to another company before they showed just how scarily competent and downright lucky they are.

Wrench and Ackler were among those from the 501st who joined Anakin in the Temple Raid. There’s so dumb that they somehow found a loophole to order 66 when confronted to a group of Jedi Younglings and helped them escape.

Picket is also 501st, but was split into the 332nd during the Siege of Mandalore. He stayed back on Mandalore after the fighting though because of his injuries (the plan being that the 332nd/501st would come back for him and the other injured clones). Picket gets to spend a lot of time with the (former Death Watch) Mandalorian Warrior Hale. There’s a lot of mutual pinning and Picket has bad taste.   

Brine, Dapple, Kile, and Meddie are all 327th Star Corps boys. I’ve seen a lot of ppl thirst for Dapple so I suppose he needs no introduction. Brine is a Captain serving under Bly. He’s a playright and an artist and i love him.

Meddie is the team medic who didn’t get the whole using names thing so everyone was like “ok u dont want us calling you by a name? guess we’ll have to call you the Medic now” and that stuck. He became Medic the Medic. Which is just so dumb. So he derived the name Meddie from there

Kile is this really hyper and wild trooper and i love him so much. A relatively young clone, this optimistic and kinda naive kiddo is bffs with my clone oc Sideswipe, an older clone who fought on Geonosis. Sideswipe is stoic and kinda pessimistic. Sideswipe has an affair with an Admiral from a wealthy family, borrowing from an idea i’d previously speculated on. It is Not a good relationship tbh and Sideswipe is only in it bc he feels he can draw material gain from it.

Jaymes was also kind enough to draw a concept for Sideswipe!! He got the scar from a Geonosian.

Crow, Tac, Topshot, Snipe, Double, and Split are from a same story, with most of them belonging to a same batch if I remember correctly? Double and Split are twins, with Double being Split’s mirror twin (he has situs inversus). Double and Crow survive a ship crash during a prison transfer and are stuck finding their way back home with two surviving prisoners. Crow may or may not have fallen in love with a man accused of murder (he’s cute tho).

Fringe and Fisch are both part of the Coruscant Guard, as is my own oc Margin. Fisch is kinda new and had a very unfortunate and super embarrassing first time story he had the mistake to share with his brothers (”This is Fisch, who once had sex in full armour.” “SHUT UP MARGIN, YOU EAT FOOD FROM THE TRASH”)

Fringe and Margin are both data analysts and don’t go out on the field too much, piling up trends and what not.

Margin seems like this quiet, unassuming guy who writes in the margins of his reports, hence his name. But when you know him he’s super loud and obnoxious and you also find out that most of what he scribbles onto those reports are doodles because he’s bored. Also yeah Margin is an unapologetic dumpster diver and he Will take food also because people will throw away things that are perfectly good and also he has no money. 

Fringe is a hero who said ACAB and just to clarify Coruscant does have a police apart from the Guard, who are more like war time added security.

The Coruscant Security Force has sentient (non-droid) officers who look like this

ANYWAY Fringe notices a data trend surrounding an officer and discovers that he’s a criminal. In his protection of the officer’s next victim, Fringe winds up accidentally killing the natborn cop. Fox helps him cover it up.

OK THATS ALL I THINK GOOD NIGHT

All this attention on my dumb ocs makes me wanna make a post about them & who they are

Ive got: Wrench, Ackler, Brine, Dapple, Crow, Tac, Topshot, Snipe, Fisch, Kile, Meddie, Picket, Fringe... I think that’s all of them....?