#ANYWAY. WOE. OCS BE UPON YE.

[scattered-winter]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @moonlightbuckleys !!!! sending u ALL the kisses and hugs in the whole world MWAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is. an oc story im rotating. actually. most of u don't have context for them. but regardless <3 here <3 (also wayyyy more than 7 sentences but SHHhhshhhh)

Missy hesitates, raises a hand to stop Kit before he can leave. He pauses, turns back. Missy is fiddling with a long blonde braid, not quite meeting his eyes.

“There’s, uh. Something I’ve been working on,” she says, and then she reaches for her cluttered work desk and picks up a bracelet. It has large, round black beads, with intricate detailing carved into each one. She holds it up for him to see.

“It’s…a bracelet,” Kit deadpans, raising his eyebrows at her. He’s used to Missy tinkering with odds and ends, and even more used to her showing him her creations, but he doesn’t quite get why she’s so nervous over something so small.

Missy hesitates, rubs the back of her neck. He’s never seen her this nervous. “Look…see, the thing is…I made it for you.”

He must look confused, because she rushes to explain herself. “I’ve been studying those power suppression cuffs the humans use on us,” she says quickly. “It’s fascinating how they work, really, but I was hoping to reverse-engineer them to work for…well. What I was hoping.”

She holds up the bracelet to study it with an analytical gaze. “I…don’t know if it works. But if it does…it can neutralize your powers, Kit.”

Kit just looks at her, not quite believing what she’s saying. “You…you mean…this can…take my powers away?” It almost sounds too good to be true, but at the same time…it’s a terrifying thought.

“No, not quite,” Missy explains. “Just…turn them off for a while. You can control whenever you want them off, and disable the bracelet whenever you need to use them. But while it’s on…well, in theory, it’ll temporarily take away your powers and all the…side effects.”

Kit doesn’t know what to say. He just looks at her, mouth agape, trying to process what she’s saying. He could…he could touch her. He could hug her, like he’s always wanted to do. He ached for it always, a literal throbbing underneath his skin whenever he watched the others hug, or lean into each other, or ruffle each other’s hair. The longing for it, for physical contact, was almost more painful than anything else he’d ever experienced.

And now Missy was here, saying she could help him.

Fuck, he wanted to hug her now more than ever.

Instead, he lets out a trembling exhale and says, “Does…does it work?”

“I haven’t tested it yet,” Missy admits. “I mean…there isn’t really a safe way to do that…but. I don’t know. I just…I wanted you to know that I’m working on it. I won’t stop until I’ve figured it out, I swear.”

Gingerly, she hands him the bracelet, and Kit is careful not to let his fingers brush hers, despite the fact that he’s wearing gloves.

“I think,” he says slowly, not even daring to hope, “I can maybe figure out a way to test it. Without anyone getting hurt.”

Missy grins at him, dark skin smudged with some kind of oil from one of her gadgets. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Kit hesitatingly smiles back and backs out of her workshop, knees wobbling. He isn’t quite sure how he makes it out into the hallway and up several flights of stairs to the very top floor, then the ladder up to the loft. To Ryker’s room.

He knocks softly on the trapdoor, and Ryker grunts an invitation. Kit sticks his head through the opening, and Ryker looks up from where he’s sunning himself on the floor, large wings spread wide to catch the sunlight streaming through the large skylight set into the roof.

“Hey, Kit. C’mon in.”

Kit climbs inside and carefully lowers the door closed behind him. Ryker shifts to a sitting position, black wings sweeping over the floor and coming to rest behind him.

Kit doesn’t know where to start. The bracelet is hanging from his grasp, cool and light, and Ryker is sitting in front of him in a beam of sunlight, so close but so incredibly far just like everyone else, and Kit doesn’t know how to cross the distance without hurting, without killing.

“Kit,” Ryker says, and it’s his soft voice, the one he uses when he’s trying to comfort one of the younger kids after a nightmare. “What’s going on?”

Kit swallows. He can do this. “Missy’s been working on a way to…to neutralize my powers,” he says, voice hitching involuntarily. “And the only way I can think of to test it without…without risking anyone getting hurt…”

Because Ryker is the only one who has touched him skin to skin and lived. Because his powers are unique, and his self-healing can keep up with Kit’s destruction, at least for a while.

It’s painful. Kit knows that. But it isn’t fatal, and that’s better than anything else.

He can see the moment Ryker understands why he’s come. “You need to test it on me,” he says.

Kit nods, barely able to draw in a full breath. He feels like he’s standing on the edge of a cliff, threatening to fall, and he can’t step back onto solid ground but he’s too afraid to take the plunge.

But Ryker just stretches out a hand, palm forward, fingers splayed, and just holds it there, in the space between them. And he just waits.

Kit draws in a shaking breath, slowly slips on the bracelet. He pinches a bead between his fingers, just as Missy had instructed, and twists it three ticks to the left. The carvings in the beads light up a cool, pale blue.

Then, with trembling fingers, Kit removes his gloves, one at a time. His fingers are pale, like the rest of his body probably is. He’s fairly sure his heart has stopped beating.

“Kit,” Ryker says, and Kit realizes he’s frozen up like a deer in headlights. “It’s okay,” Ryker continues, voice gentle. “We don’t need to—”

“No,” Kit manages to gasp. “I…I need to know.” If there’s a chance, if there’s hope, if he’ll ever find release.

Kit takes in a deep breath, squares his shoulders, and reaches forward. He’s moving in slow motion, swimming through syrup, as his hand slowly moves toward Ryker’s. Ryker doesn’t move, doesn’t try to reach for him. He just waits and lets Kit come to him.

Their fingers are a breath apart now, and Kit gathers his courage. He’s ready to pull away at the slightest sign of Ryker being hurt, at the slightest spark of his power surging into Ryker’s body. He reaches forward.

And their fingers brush against each other.

Kit pulls back immediately, in shock, in surprise, because he expected Ryker to flinch back, because that’s what always, always happened.

But there had been nothing. No spark of warmth, no crackle of fire in his veins. Kit slowly, cautiously presses the tips of his fingers to Ryker’s again, gauging his reaction for any indication that he needs to stop.

The only sign he gets is a smile, spreading slow and wide across Ryker’s face.

Kit keeps reaching, keeps moving, until their palms are flat against each other. Still, no burst of power, and Ryker is still smiling at him, so widely it must be hurting his cheeks.

Slowly, Ryker tangles their fingers, and their hands slot together like puzzle pieces.

And oh. His hands are rough, callused from battle, but they’re warm. It’s like everything Ryker had imagined, and at the same time it’s so, so much more.

He lets out a small laugh that cuts off into a hitched sob. Ryker is beaming at him, gently squeezing his hand, and Kit doesn’t know if he’s laughing more or crying as he squeezes back.

“It…it works,” he gasps through tears. “I…I didn’t think…” Then he gasps, sits up straighter as he remembers something important.

“What?” Ryker is looking at him in concern, their hands still tangled together, and Kit isn’t sure he ever wants to let go. “Are you okay?”

Kit stands, pulls Ryker up with him. “I need to go hug Missy,” he says, and Ryker grins.

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

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[harboretum]

You okay dude?

[sleepinglionhearts]

Kana may, in fact, be named Kana because it is a simple name but also I know where I started, I'm borrowing that name with great respect u___u

[layalu]

so i uhhhh. started PoE

[aceghosts]

Rooney Shepard (They/Them)/Yorinobu Arasaka Screenshots (6/X)

Death of Peace of Mind Pose Pack by @elfjpeg

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[gravedigg]

Angel Eliou Argyros, 1989 - 1998

[lavampira]

dear love, take care of my heart, I’ve left it with you

[scionshtola]

do as your heart decrees, without hesitation or regret

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

smooches for the specialest guy

[swordbisexual]

Spoiler alert, Astarion definitely convinces Vissenta not to stake him as soon as his secret is out by promising that he can lead her to much bigger undead prey in Baldur’s Gate, and she’s nothing if not convinced to fly too close to the goddamn sun.

When it’s all said and done with, he asks if it was worth it. “Not really,” she says, and they stare at each other, blood-splattered, and burst into hysterics.

[nebuladreamz]

-sonic 06 fandub mephiles voice- hey gamers

[crowdsourcedloner]

[shooks-stupid-stuff]

it took me almost 3 weeks to draw these.

anyways if nothing else, please rest assured. i am cooking something.

it's just taking a while but that's ok-

[muzzleroars]

I love love love your angel OCs and like to imagine them vibing on their own or together post gabriel murdering the entire council, like either they were spared or had some reason why they weren't there and weren't killed or whatever however I also like to sometimes imagine that these are the people who were killed during all that because we don't really know much about the people in the council Gabriel killed besides their devotion to God and this makes Gabriel's actions kinda like hit harder, if that makes sense. Like he killed actual dudes, some of them were nice or cool or whatever, but he thought it had to be done regardless. Makes it like sad but also more impactful. idk i just have fun thinking about it sometimes I'd love to see more of these OCs! I love the little glimpses into the inner workings of the council and heaven that they offer!

aaaa thank you!! i absolutely have ideas about at least a couple pieces i want to make with them, as i sort of decided to finally solidify their designs and characters largely to explore some other sides of gabriel. as the other archangels, he knew them best throughout his time in heaven as the four of them were made as a "set", all to balance one another. i really did consider making them a part of the council, but ultimately i made them separate from it for two reasons: they rank the same as gabriel and i think the council members specifically may have blocked their entry due to the idea that any one of them, let alone all four, could easily overtake the other members and control the entirety of the council; also i...just want to play with their interactions post-gabriel's "betrayal" and loss of grace since i think they all have very different reactions to it.

like i mentioned in raphael's post, he was actually the only other archangel present at the death of the council - he and gabriel had increasingly sporadic interactions throughout that time, with both of them consciously chalking it up to how busy they were given raphael's emotional tending to the people of heaven and gabriel's constant work for the council...but in reality, i think gabriel's faith was weakening while raphael refused to acknowledge any issues, making it harder over time for gabriel to continue relating to him. i do definitely want to draw raphael finding him just before he leaves heaven afterward, knowing that gabriel is now going to be condemned to hell and struggling to understand what that means for the archangels, for heaven as whole, and for the plan he has always been so sure of.

uriel and michael, on the other hand, actually don't know anything about the council's formation - uriel's meditation began before it was conceived while michael left heaven around the time they began to discuss potential fixes to the leadership issue, claiming he would find god to plead his return but hasn't been seen since. they only all meet again when gabriel falls - in the interim, raphael has been left on his own to deal with the inevitable fallout while he mourns both gabriel and all that once was. uriel wakes first upon gabriel's death and rebirth as a fallen angel, the disturbance so terrible and unexpected that he can no longer stay dreaming. he finds a heaven collapsed, eternal blood stains that can't be scrubbed from the halls of paradise and distinctly feeling the horrible loss of gabriel - to lose one is to lose a part of themselves. he seeks out raphael to fully understand what's happened (who is deeply grateful to have another archangel back), but shortly thereafter michael finally returns to heaven.

angels, by their very natures, are creatures not meant to live alone - while they're certainly not a hivemind, i do like to think they have clusters they are interconnected with for their work like i've been talking about with the archangels. michael, being so far gone for so long and away from the tempering personalities of his fellow archangels, has grown into an extreme and twisted form of his intrinsic personality and position. importantly, i see gabriel as his biggest influence - they are warriors matched in strength both physically and characteristically, but gabriel had always been more compassionate while michael was stronger in faith. because of their even footing, they retained a mutual respect and understanding of one another that allowed both of them to be kept in check even though they tended to butt heads the most out of the four. now, however, michael has lost his counterpart and has been too long on his own besides, so upon his return, he is consumed with righteous fury and a dire need to see gabriel punished for his fall. michael, as the binder of demons and the damned, wishes to personally chain him to the lowest circle of hell, to never move freely again and to only feel pain for the rest of his existence as all those condemned must. as the prince of angels, his strength of personality and god-given leadership convinces uriel and raphael to join him in his work, though the two of them are not nearly as sure about the proper course of action.

heaven is changed, god and one of their archangels is gone, as well as many of the highest due to their loss as council members; additionally, hell itself is in shambles, self-directing and doing as it pleases as its own entity with machines making it down to its very bowels. but michael doesn't care, nor does he seem to realize his motivations now are far from a simple exercise in doing as god would have wanted, but instead are driven by his own personal pain and by a mind changed by his time in solitude (plus, in a sense, feeling responsible as michael's faith bolstered gabriel's and so...is something of his fall not on his shoulders now?) and so he commands uriel and raphael by his side to see gabriel bound or killed if he refuses to accept his due punishment. gabriel, physically, has always been the strongest of them in my interpretation (due to his title of "god is my strength"), but michael is matched quite well and with the other two, he fully believes them capable of subduing the fallen angel. unfortunately, he doesn't realize gabriel's going to give him a much harder time than even THAT, since he's got. he's got a creepy little robot now!!!!

[aceghosts]

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[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 8/52: Frostmas Jacquie!

The thought cloud says "the AUDACITY of THIS BITCH" & it's Jack. Jack's the bitch in question >:3c

The Poll from last last week keeps on giving!

And with this scrimbly, is now COMPLETE!

Next week we have MORE fashion Jacquie: tscs edition >:). I've got a whole. THING for that and CS, specifically with the second season! I had started writing it before s2 but then s2 came out and I hmm'd for a bit then everything fell back in to place. So that'll be fun!!

Anyway! enjoy this Frostmas Jacquie! not much to say about her--she came out pretty fast during today's meeting lol. Needless to say, post-Frostmas, if she's ever in a pencil skirt again it'll be too soon. She's more of a fit and flare gal ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

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