#Andie Gray (OC)

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Finally decided to talk about my Fan Continuity again—mainly with revealing the rest of the characters that I just haven’t mentioned yet. But with this one, I’m going to put everyone together—ones I’ve already mentioned (with new bits), and the ones I haven’t yet.

Again, really everyone is still around (besides a few), but these ones are all the more main ones.

I would’ve done this sooner, but I just kept forgetting.

Autobots:

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1: Optimus Prime: They/Them/Themself, He/Him/Himself, (FtM):

The leader of the Autobots, who, only a short time ago—three months, to be exact, had still been Orion Pax. However, that changed thanks to the Matrix of Leadership, changing them into a Prime.

Residing on Earth with his Autobots, Optimus Prime is still grieving over the loss of their Conjunx Endura, Elita-1, while quickly growing protective of the others, and promising to stop the Decepticons—not wanting anybody else to suffer.

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2: Wheeljack: He/Him/Himself, They/Them/Themself, She/Her/Herself:

One of the most well known Autobot Scientists... and in general, despite the known fact that a lot of their inventions tend to malfunction or blow up in his face. Although, they are still one of the only remaining ones on Earth.

They stick around, helping out the other Autobots, but the scientist has some... issues, that they’ve been trying to fix for a while.

Shortly after the arrival to Earth, Ratchet and the Dinobots suddenly went missing, with Wheeljack making it his personal mission to find them. All while dealing with an unfortunate change that happened because of an encounter with a ‘Con, and one of her inventions.

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3: Ambulon: They/Them/Themself:

The only remaining Cybertronian medic that resides on Earth—due to First Aid’s death back on Cybertron, a... situation, involving Pharma, and Ratchet’s disappearance not all that long ago.

After leaving the Decepticons, and officially becoming an Autobot some time before leaving Cybertron, they discover that some treat them far better than how others treat Mirage, another former Decepticon.

Shortly after the switch, Ambulon suffered permanent damage, which still affects them in some ways, they remain a medic, helping their fellow Autobots. They can’t fight anymore, though.

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4: Mirage: He/Him/Himself, They/Them/Themself, She/Her/Herself:

An outlier with the ability to turn invisible, as well as creating holograms of anything. While Mirage may be an Autobot now, back before the arrival on the new planet, they had originally started out as a Decepticon.

Despite the side that they are on now, Mirage takes notice to certain Autobots who just... seem to not trust her, or like her—considering him a spy—which doesn’t help when Mirage has been a little... suspicious, as of late.

They are tired of all of this.

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5: Cliffjumper: He/Him/Himself, (FtM):

An Autobot who, while seeming to have trouble trusting others—fellow Autobots included—seems to trust Mirage the least. He doesn’t want anything to do with them, but she’s still with the team... and the two keep getting put together.

Shortly after arriving on Earth, Cliffjumper was captured, and during that time, clones were made of him—all planned on being used as soldiers for the Decepticons. Which... leads into moments (quite often) where he and the clones are easily mistaken.

Cliffjumper has been shot at more times than he can count because of this.

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6: Pipes: He/Him/Himself, She/Her/Herself:

An Autobot who had originally been a very excellent spy... until she made a horrible mistake, and the Decepticons figured out who Pipes really was, and what he had been doing among them.

Now fully back with the Autobots, Pipes is on a lengthy road of recovery from being crushed after the Decepticons figured everything out. Despite not being able to do much, the minibot is still trying to find ways to help... and to not worry anyone with some other problems.

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7: Scrounge: They/Them/Themself:

An Autobot who... well... nobody can exactly remember too much about them—Scrounge died years ago during the earlier days of the war, but stuck around with everyone as a ghost—but it doesn’t seem like anyone can see them.

Scrounge has obtained several tasks that they want to accomplish:

1: Find Blaster—they learned from listening to the others that he went missing, alongside others.

2: Discover a way to let the others see and hear them... maybe they could try possession?

3: Find their arm—they lost it right before their death, and has constantly been wanting to finally try and retrieve it.

4: Finally join the After/Allspark.

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8: Sunstreaker: It/It’s/Itself:

An Autobot who, upon it learning of the others suddenly disappearing, never thought too much of it (except for happiness when involving the Decepticons). But then it’s brother disappears, too, and Sunstreaker decides to do something about it.

Aside from trying to figure out where it’s brother is, Sunstreaker can’t help but feel like it’s being... drawn. To where? To who? It doesn’t know. It’s just trying to take in the sights and find it’s sibling—the strange feeling can wait.

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9: Rewind: He/Him/Himself, (FtM):

An Autobot who is seen typically recording—but for a while, he wasn’t seen at all. Like Ratchet and the rest, his fellow Autobots assumed he was taken—except he seemed to be the only one who returned.

Although, Rewind claims that he doesn’t remember anything—nothing is recorded, either. So, perhaps something else happened... but there is certainly something off about how he’s been acting since he returned. Rewind doesn’t want to talk, though.

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10: Dinobot: They/Them/Themself:

Originally a neutral for a good half of the war, Dinobot eventually became an Autobot after a few things happened—including a chat with Optimus Prime. They know a few of the Decepticons personally.

Despite knowing all of the more major issues—dealing with the Decepticons, finding who all is missing, etc—Dinobot is dealing with a more personal thing, and seems to frequently disappear.

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11: Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus: She/Her/Herself, It/It’s/Itself:

The Second in Command to the Autobots, and close to Optimus Prime—the two having known each other from years before the war ever started.

Ever since others started disappearing, among all of the other problems, Ultra Magnus has been... really stressed. She hopes that she can get to the bottom of this.

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Humans:

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1: Andie Gray: She/Her/Herself, He/Him/Himself:

A human who, while on his way to get to his college classes, stumbled across a fight between the Autobots and Decepticons. Despite trying to ignore all of that, she still ends up getting roped into everything.

After a more proper introduction, Wheeljack is made her guardian. And despite the fact that he’s more focused on personal life things, he still sticks around, and decides to help the scientist out.

Andie communicates through sign language.

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2: “Raven” (Real Name Unknown): Any Pronouns:

A younger human who, while running around, stumbled across a long-gone Cybertronian, and Censere—who hadn’t expected to be seen—neither of them had expected this to happen.

After an introduction, with Raven giving a fake name, the two decide to stick with each other... but there are things that she doesn’t plan on telling Censere—like how he’s hiding.

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Other:

Rampage: It/It’s/Itself:

Rampage (or “X” to some), used to be held in some sort of facility in another Universe, before it had a chance to escape—taking it, which led it both out of the facility and out of that Universe, ending up in a new one.

It shortly meets Transmutate—who isn’t the one it vaguely knew from the other Universe—who also seemed to have gone through a similar situation.

Teaming up and sticking together, the two have to worry about... a lot, such as others from each of their universes coming to catch the two—especially Transmutate.

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Transmutate: She/Her/Herself, It/It’s/Itself, They/Them/Themself:

She was originally held in an old facility somewhere in a different universe, before hurriedly taking a chance to escape—quickly discovering that, after jumping through a portal, that it led them to another universe, too.

After arriving, it quickly met Rampage—a different one—yet it also seemed to go through a similar situation. The two decide to team up and stick together... but there’s a lot to worry about.

It has abilities that it cannot control.

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Censere/The Necrobot: They/Them/Themself:

Censere... or as everyone else knows them as, The Necrobot—a neutral who seems to catalogue the deceased—yet also thought to not exist.

Residing on Earth, they were alone... until a young human managed to spot them while they were listing a Cybertronian off. At first, they thought that would be it—but the two kept seeing each other, and eventually, the two made the decision to stick together.

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Krok: He/Him/Himself, (FtM):

A Monoformer that is haunted by events from his past—which causes him to see... spirits (those are real?)—and the leader of a small group called “The Scavengers”. Years before the others, he first met Spinister, after the surgeon repaired him.

His time with everyone has, so far, been... chaotic, that’s for sure. But, it quickly becomes worse when, after a visit to a planet, they all discover that they are being tracked and chased—but nobody knows why or by who.

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Spinister: They/Them/Themself, It/It’s/Itself:

Spinister, a rather strange (in everyone else’s optics) surgeon, who, years ago, ran into a severely damaged Krok. It didn’t know who did this—but it never asked. After fixing him, Spinister never left.

Out of everyone, they notice how Krok seems to understand them the best—but it’s still somewhat a mystery to the monoformer—there are certain things that Spinister keeps to themselves.

However, one thing that is known, yet still a mystery... is that Spinister seems to see and hear the spirits that hang around Krok. Yet nobody else can.

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Misfire: Any Pronouns:

Misfire doesn’t remember much of anything—and he isn’t all that sure on the reason why. But, they do know that they have a terrible shot... everyone learns that quickly.

It’s the newest member, the others having met her and vise versa after the flier got into some trouble at the bar the others were visiting, before joining.

He’s not all that worried about what they can’t remember.

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Crankcase: No Pronouns:

Crankcase, a Pilot, who before joining the Scavengers (being the third to join), used to be a member of the DJD—but has no intention on telling any of the others this—figuring that it doesn’t matter.

The only explanation Crankcase has ever given them was that the pilot used to work for someone, before deciding to leave—but when doing so, was wounded—receiving the nasty head wound.

Kaon and Vos were the cause of it.

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Fulcrum: They/Them/Themself, He/Him/Himself:

Fulcrum, a Decepticon who... isn’t all that sure on what he was doing in an old, seemingly abandoned, lab—which was where he ended up meeting the others—being the fourth to join.

Unlike Misfire later on, they can remember everything... except for anything involving the lab—they just can’t remember why they were there, or their time in it. They... feel weird, and can no longer transform, among other unfortunate details.

While dealing with the chaos of the Scavengers, they slowly start to realize why they were there...

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Decepticons:

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1: Starscream: No Pronouns:

A Decepticon, who, originally, was the Second in Command, even after everyone arrived on Earth. But, when Megatron suddenly disappeared without a trace, Starscream finally became the leader, much to the disappointment of the other Decepticons.

Starscream is going to make sure everything stays like this.

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2: Soundwave: They/Them/Themself, It/It’s/Itself:

Originally the Third in Command, they became the new SiC after Megatron’s disappearance, and when Starscream became the new leader... which is quite unfortunate.

They were the first to notice everything happening—other Cybertronians just disappearing without a trace, for example—not just Megatron. Ratchet, Wheeljack’s Dinobots, all of its minicons...

Deciding to get to the bottom of this, Soundwave starts digging—wanting to find its true leader and its minicons.

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3: Thundercracker: He/Him/Himself, (FtM):

After Megatron’s disappearance, with Starscream becoming the new leader, and Soundwave becoming the new SiC, Thundercracker found himself with the position of the new TiC.

Ever since he’d arrived on Earth, among the more major situations, the Decepticons have noticed how strange he’s been ever since... practically the first day.

Sure, they know certain things—like how he created a film once, a month or two after the arrival. But... what’s going on now? Thundercracker wants to keep it a secret—he doesn’t want anything bad to happen—or, more simply, for anyone to be bothered.

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4: Megatron: Any Pronouns:

The original leader of the Decepticons, and an old friend of Optimus Prime’s before the war—having considered the mech like a younger brother in a way. They were still around during the first month on Earth... but then something happened.

Megatron doesn’t know what’s happening. Doesn’t know that it’s not just him that’s missing. Doesn’t know where he is. Everything feels weird.

He’s not sure what’s going on, but she’s going to escape—after all, knowing Starscream most likely became the leader... it’s not going to let that remain for much longer... and it’s not going to let anyone else destroy the Prime.

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5: Tracks: He/Him/Himself, She/Her/Herself, They/Them/Themself:

A Decepticon who had been a spy for some time... and was also the first one to discover that there was another spy—Pipes, and informed the others so that they could deal with the minibot.

After a few weeks of being on Earth, Tracks ran into a human... and although she’s a little iffy about humans in general (but doesn’t necessarily hate them), they really like this one—a lot.

The other Decepticons know of what is going on—but don’t exactly do anything about it—there’s more important things to worry about.

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6: Tarantulas: He/Him/Himself, (FtM):

A Decepticon scientist with a beast-mode—others typically stay out of his way, only coming to the mech if they absolutely need to—nobody approached him at all the day that his creation went missing.

Throughout most of his time on Cybertron, he spent his time working on another Cybertronian—a son—who others heard Tarantulas refer to him as “Ostaros”.

On Earth, Tarantulas discovered that Ostaros was just.. gone—he vanished. Unsure where to start, Tarantulas teams up with Soundwave, wanting to find his son—but not really caring about the others that are missing.

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7: Nightbird: She/Her/Herself, (MtF):

A robot, but not exactly a Cybertronian—she was created by Tarantulas shortly after arriving on Earth, but the scientist had no clue what to really use her for... but, after Ostaros went missing, Tarantulas and Soundwave decided to use her for assistance.

Nightbird is still getting used to, and processing, a lot of things—she hasn’t been alive for all that long. She considers Tarantulas her father.

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8: Red Alert: He/Him/Himself, (FtM):

A Decepticon who... nobody has exactly seen much of—mainly as of recently. The others decide not to bother him—none of them know what to do, but they figure it has something to do with everything that has been happening recently.

Red Alert typically stays back in his quarters... unsure of what to do about the situation(s) in front of everyone. He wants to help, but is terrified of disappearing, too—what if one of his fellow Decepticons is causing it? It could practically be anyone who is causing all of this—which is unfortunate.

But, he wants to figure it all out.

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9: Makeshift: It/It’s/Itself:

Another robot—but not exactly a Cybertronian—who was created by Tarantulas back on Cybertron—also considering the scientist a father. Thanks to Tarantulas, it is able to shapeshift into any Cybertronian.

It doesn’t care all that much on the situation that’s going on, but even if it did, it’s more focused on its current mission—pretending to be one of the Autobots.

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10: Jazz: She/Her/Herself, He/Him/Himself:

A former Autobot, but something happened back on Cybertron to make her leave and join the Decepticons—something that he prefers not to speak about, and something that the others don’t ask about.

While she’s not exactly a medic, she still has enough medical skills to be considered one—and he has a lot to do, considering that the others come back wounded a lot.

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11: Skybyte: They/Them/Themself:

A Decepticon with a beast mode—shark, to be exact—and a Decepticon who isn’t all that sure on what’s going on. They know of the war and similar things... but, they accidentally got into a pod years ago, and ended up on Earth way before the others.

They were awoken by Jazz and Tracks after the two found them, and brought back to the current base. Skybyte is still surprised by everything that’s happening—which nobody told them about for a while, having forgotten.

Skybyte never really fights, spending time on other activities and projects.

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“Orym and Gideon: Can You Check My Body Bro? No Homo Tho…”

Just some artwork from my currant campaign… don’t mind me.

[atinylittlepain]

Prologue

jackson!joel miller x witch!oc

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He thinks he might fall in love with her. She can't let him fall in love with her. Or: a reimagined take on an infamous Practical Magic au by yours truly.

wordcount | 1.8K

series content info | 18+ slowburn-ish, strangers to friends to lovers to estranged acquaintances to ???, discussions of death and grief, a little magic, just a little, jackson era joel and all that entails, eventual smut, angst obviously, and love that requires a little elbow grease.

a/n | thank you folks for your patience while I was being a little worm about this. Very excited to kick off this series, and I'd love to hear what you think <3

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There is the after, and there is the before. This is the before. In the before, there is a town nestled down in the purple-blue belly of a mountain, all shade and damp, cool green. A small town, everyone knowing everyone and everyone knew everyone as far back as history could reasonably stretch. And in this town sits a house at the end of a string of houses, sidewalk curling up in waves under the old force of tree roots, wrought iron gates and sleepy porches. Kids dare one another to step through the gate of this house. Only the bravest make it up to the porch, a quick clambering tap to the front door, wanting, but not really wanting, to see who might answer. All but one child, that is. She has no problem walking through the gate, but she’s learned to be quick in getting through the front door and slipping it shut behind her. The other kids like to throw rocks if she lingers, so she doesn’t. But there is always a sweet suspension of disbelief on the walk, before the gate, and the porch, and the slip through the front door. How nice, to have all her classmates walking her home after school. 

“Did you get into any trouble today?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Well, always another chance tomorrow.” It’s just enough to coax a smile out of her, her aunt and all her tuts and tsks, turns of her nose and we need a brownie before we do your homework, little choice but to follow after her into the kitchen, warm and sticky, the smell of fresh yeast and something richer. Even now, even in the first gasps of Summer, a pot always boils on the stove, spoon stirring lazy inside it. 

Her aunt moves like a bird she thinks. But not the delicate kind. She saw a blue heron once, at the lake outside of town. Like that, she thinks. Graceful but sharp, big and sweeping, the tails of a linen shirt, and the braid woven gray and black that hangs between her shoulder blades. All so familiar, she can’t help but sigh, cheek propped in the clammy cup of her hand. 

“Something happened today.” 

“You don’t say.” Her aunt, always knowing before she can tell her, sometimes even before she knows herself. She picks a chocolate chip out of the brownie split between them, holds it on her tongue and lets it melt. 

“Andy Nichols broke his arm. He said there’s pins in his bones.”

“Is he the one who–” She nods before her aunt can finish her question. Yes, the one who never threw rocks at her. Yes, the one who would sit with her at lunch, not because his other friends dared him to, but because he wanted to. The one who, last week, sitting on the bleachers during recess, pressed a quick, there and gone kiss to her lips, all shy, all sweet, wings fluttering fierce in her chest. Yes, that one. 

“Now he won’t even look at me. All his friends are saying I did something to him.” 

“Oh, Maggie, I’m sorry. People can be, well, people suck, to speak plainly.”

“Did I?”

“Did you what?”

“Did I?” And the silence is enough of an answer, isn’t it? Her aunt’s eyes melt a little, lips pressed in a thin frown. Her aunt, who is as tired as she is, though she may do a better job of hiding it. After all, while she lost a mother, her aunt lost a sister. And the thing, that thing, this thing, that is threaded like a dark cancer through the sinew and snapping pulse of their hearts, contagious, careful or you’ll catch it. Everyone in town knows not to fall in love with a Campbell woman, a long history pocked with strange deaths, unexplainable misfortune. Her father wasn’t from town though, the first mistake of many.

‘It’s best if you don’t think on it, hmm?” Quiet and close in the kitchen, she does her best not to cry, feeling weak, a little wilted. One of those hugs that presses all the air out of her lungs, she needed it, breathing in deep, soap and sweat and soil and my little witch, we have work to do. 

Homework doesn’t really mean homework in their house. Not the paper she’s supposed to be writing on the civil war, not studying for the math test she has on Friday. Homework means her and her aunt in the greenhouse, and her aunt quizzing her on the plants they tend to. What is what, what does what. 

Lemon balm for stress and sleep. Also used to treat cold sores. 

Echinacea for immunity.

Peppermint for nausea and headaches.

Belladonna for sleep, handle with care. 

It comes easily to her, the same way that knowing things comes easily to her aunt. Plants, she thinks, make more sense than people do. It takes them a few hours to work through the greenhouse, night coming on in a swath of orange that smolders purple, cool shadows filtering in through green glass. They prune, they water, they propagate, and her aunt must think her extra pitiful tonight because she offers to teach her a few new tricks. The offer falls flat, however, when the prickled sound of scratching shivers up her spine. She knows it well, imagines that she could hear it from all the way across town at this point. The back door, nails skittering over its window panes, face pressed to glass, smeared shame, or maybe just a secret. All that’s needed, a look shared between them, no words. She stays in the greenhouse, closes the door behind her aunt, but leaves it cracked. She shouldn’t, but she likes to listen. 

What she hears is always the same. Variations of desperation, I want, I want, I want, I need, I need, I need, him, him, him, her, her, her. How badly? So badly. Anything? Yes, anything. She’s watched a few times, peering around the doorway into the kitchen. All kinds of ways to meddle, to tangle threads, cut them loose, pick your poison, pick your pleasure. Her aunt tries to keep her away from it, the dark, crawling things, the needles, the wax dolls washed in smoke plumes. But she knows. Love is an ugly thing. 

She doesn’t watch tonight, hardly listens either. Something else on her mind, in her hands. She plucks rose petals, lavender, rosemary, fills her hands with the rumpled things, says what she planned to say.

He’ll ride horses, talk to them too.

He’ll work with his hands. 

There’ll be a streak of silver at his temple. 

When we’re together, he’ll be able to stop time. 

“Are you casting impossible spells again?” Her aunt catches her just as she’s stepping out into the backyard, damp grass and cicada thrum and the moon.

“I hope so. I hope it’s impossible.” They stand in the cool, damp grass, all that heat dropping down into a low mist around their ankles. And her aunt knows exactly what she’s doing. Afterall, she was the one who taught her this. Somewhere between a love spell and a prayer, though she hopes hers is more like a curse. 

“There’s no taking something like this back, Maggie. Are you sure you want to do this?” She nods, says yes, and it’s enough for her aunt to stand down, giving her space to finish the rest of it. Intention, energy, that other word that people like to throw around She focuses on the words and the words become something other than words, and the petals and leaves lift from her hands. The moon takes care of the rest. 

“I hope I never fall in love.” 

The thing about spells is they always find somewhere to land, even the impossible ones. And somewhere in the before, that impossible spell found its target. Cupid’s arrow bent and broken, though still able to sting sharp. Somewhere in the before, a boy in another town in another life, young knees working hard to make the thin tires of a bike spin, already late heading home for dinner in the cooling night. 

The boy’s mother hears him before she sees him, big, hot tears and ribs shaking with sobs she doesn’t often get to hear anymore, getting older, trying to get braver. The boy is bleeding, the boy is crying. The soft round of his palms scraped and stuck with gravel, and his knees no better, all down his shins, and he didn’t mean to cry, didn’t want to cry, but walking the rest of the way home, wrestling with the crooked handlebars of his bike, the feeling and the pain got too big, and he didn’t know what else to do with it.

“Oh honey, what happened?” His words come out in stops and starts, little stuttered gasps. I fell, gets strung into a few extra syllables, already ushering him upstairs and into the bathroom, the sharp smell of this’ll sting, cotton gauze getting stuck in the blood. 

In the before, still young, the boy is a soft thing. He cries easily, and he doesn’t like that. Cries when he’s angry, when he’s hurt, when he’s frustrated. Cries harder when he cries because he wishes he wouldn’t cry, even if the words for such a feeling are still too old for him. Somewhere along the way, the boy will lose that. The boy will lose so much. But for now, his mother is making all the big and little hurts better, box fan humming in the cracked window in the bathroom, his brother, even younger, watching through the slivered opening of the door. 

For now, the boy lets his eyes close, sticky with salt and the last wandering tears, and he wonders if he really saw what he thought he saw, what stunned him so snappingly that he flew head over handlebars onto the still-simmering asphalt. A blurred vision, blink and miss it, though even so, he’s still sure of what he saw. A rose bush, a sudden burst and bloom and flashbang, nothing and then something and then everything. Blooms that unfurled their skirts as fast as he was riding by, until what had been only green was blotted out entirely by heavy white petals. The boy will lose this memory with time, reasoning it away as an impossible imagining, something from a young mind that will no longer be his. But while the boy is still young, still a soft thing, he will think to himself with a kind of secret wonder that whatever he saw that night, it had to be magic. 

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[oh-hey-its-gray]

oh my arc, finally.

Hey guys, it's Gray again!

Andi hasn't let me get on Rotumblr for like. how long has it been at this point. Too long dude who tf knows at this point. All I know was there was spacetime shenanigans that apparently involved me not getting on here again for whatever reason. But now I'm back!!! Yay! :D

Magic Anons: On!

Pelipper Mail: On!

OOC Below:

//the boy is back, back again. Like the song. By M&M. The wrapper

But yeah lil soft reboot! Lot of stuff is the same, some of it isn't. Be patient with me, I haven't done rotumblr stuff in a hot minute lol

For example, here's Gray's team!

China - Absol

Bass - Noibat

Wake - Dewott

Millicent (Milly) - Lilligant, Hisuian

Ducky - Porygon Z

Andromeda (Andi) - Lunala

Zagreus (Zag) - Togekiss

Some devolutions there, and a fakemon evolution retcon.

Still lives in Driftveil as a Poke Ball crafter and merchant. Still demi and poly.

Notable retcons: Heart and Soul arc didn't happen. Gray just adopted Zag. Has a house on the outskirts of the city that has the land around it developed to accommodate his Pokemon and to grow Apricorns.

Apart from that, relationships remain the same, he's just a bit more like I am now, more relaxed and easy-going. Expect less high stakes stuff and angst than what was previously the norm. Might be a bit more lax with reblogging suggestive jokes, but I'll keep it tame and tag as needed.

That's all! Ttyl!!! <3

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Have you ever thought who is the JERKIEST and MOST LOVEABLE MEAN BLOND ASSHOLE?? Well then this is the tournament for you!

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complete list under cut. the order of images does not reflect matchups.

Champagne Bracket (alphabetized by media)

Sakyo Furuichi from A3! Act! Addict! Actors! Kristoph Gavin from Ace Attorney Veruca Salt from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (musical) Clotted Cream Cookie from Cookie Run Yoshiki Kishinuma from Corpse Party Jiwoo from Dandelion - Wishes Brought To You - Byakuya Togami from Danganronpa Hiyoko Saionji from Danganronpa Eichi Tenshouin from Ensemble Stars Nazuna Nito from Ensemble Stars Karin Sauer from Fear and Hunger Rufus Shinra from Final Fantasy Zenos yae Galvus from Final Fantasy XIV Sharpay Evans from High School Musical Vace from I Was a Teenage Exocolonist Natsume Minami from Idolish7 Cindy from Kindergarten Felix from Kindergarten Larxene from Kingdom Hearts Kromer from Limbus Company Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat Mikhael / THE MAVERICK from OMORI Ryuji Sakamoto from Persona 5 Bede from Pokémon Sword and Shield Oleana from Pokémon Sword and Shield Babette from Raggedy Ann and Andy A Musical Adventure Haley from Stardew Valley Joshua Kiryu from The World Ends With You Clownpiece from Touhou Project: Legacy of Lunatic Kingdom Vil Shoenheit from Twisted Wonderland Camus from Uta no Prince-sama Ryuji Goda from Yakuza Honey Bracket (alphabetized by media)

Andrew Minyard from All for the Game Mean Generic Golden Retriever from Anon Ask (link) War from Bonus Links AU by @bonus-links Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes Richard Lazarus from Doctor Who MacKenzie Hollister from Dork Diaries Ryusui Nanami from Dr. Stone The Blond "weird sister"/"bride of dracula" from Dracula Arte Ente Conchita from Evillious Chronicles Dave Strider from Homestuck Dirk Strider from Homestuck Trophy from Inanimate Insanity Emma Frost from Marvel Comics (usually X-men titles) Brittnay Matthews from Most Popular Girls in School Ambrosius Goldenloin from Nimona (comic) Danburite “Danny” Skinner the OC of @porcelain-animatronic Rose Thorburn Jr. from Pact (art by @wraith_ly on twitter) Brandish/Carol Dallon from Parahumans (art by @cpericardium Glory Girl/Victoria Dallon from Parahumans (art by @cpericardium) Goddess/Bianca from Parahumans (art by raikiri on reddit) Tattletale/Lisa Wilbourn from Parahumans (art by monkeyjay on reddit) Shaka from Saint Seiya  Thranduil from The Hobbit Achilles from The Illiad (art by ancient greek polychromatic pottery painter c. 300BC) Ianthe Tridentarius from The Locked Tomb (art by @starcanist) Dorian Gray from The Picture of Dorian Gray Adam Parrish from The Raven Cycle Rachel from Tower of God Arlo from Unordinary Mathis Quigley Sr. from Unsounded Benedict from Violet Evergarden Linton Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights

Platinum Bracket (alphabetized by media) Brad Morton from American Dragon: Jake Long Biff Tannen from the Back to the Future Trilogy Patriarchy!Ken from Barbie Howard Hamlin from Better Call Saul Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer  Johnny Lawrence from Cobra Kai/Karate Kid Daring Charming from Ever After High Ed Rooney from Ferris Bueller's Day Off Zap Brannigan from Futurama Joffrey from Game of Thrones Gideon from Gravity Falls Heather Chandler from Heathers Helga Pataki from Hey Arnold Simon from Infinity Train Dee Reynolds from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia Cindy from Jimmy Neutron Ankh from Kamen Rider OOO Villanelle from Killing Eve Regina George from Mean Girls Arthur Pendragon from Merlin Skwisgaar Skwigelf from Metalocalypse Chloé Bourgeois from Miraculous Ladybug Steff McKee from Pretty in Pink Angelica Pickles from Rugrats Gunther and Tinka Hessenheffer from Shake It Up Prince Charming from Shrek Bartleby Montclair from Sonic Underground Illya Kuryakin from The Man From UNCLE (2015) Lyle Lanley from The Simpsons Tom "Iceman" Kazansky from Top Gun Julia from Total Drama / Total Takes Flash Thompson from Ultimate Spider-Man Strawberry Bracket (alphabetized by media) Lilith Bristol from Absolute Duo Rio from Assassination Classroom  Mello from Death Note Beelzebumon from Digimon Tamers Laxus Dreyar from Fairy Tail Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist Char Aznable from Gundam Kei Tsukishima from Haikyuu!! Shaiapouf from Hunter x Hunter Anzu Futaba from Idolm@ster: Cinderella Girls Dio Brando from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Isobe from Kamisama Kiss Nozomu Nanashima from Kiss Him Not Me Hanazawa Teruki from Mob Psycho 100  Katsuki Bakugo from My Hero Academia Neito Monoma from My Hero Academia Arcangelo Corelli from Neo Yokio Cavendish from One Piece Donquixote Doflamingo from One Piece Sanji from One Piece Panty Anarchy from Panty and Stocking Nanami Kiryuu from Revolutionary Girl Utena Jadeite from Sailor Moon Zoisite from Sailor Moon Akagi Ritsuko from Shin Seiki Evangelion Sofia from Space Dandy Kuusuke Saiki from The Disastrous Life of Saiki K Ryou Shirogane from Tokyo Mew Mew Sylvio Sawatari from Yugioh Arc V Malik/Marik Ishtar from Yugioh Duel Monsters  Mizael from Yugioh Zexal Yuri Plisetsky from Yuri on Ice The brackets are based on the type of media they are from. It isn't perfect but I think that is okay. I was thinking of posting all the initial matchups, but I've decided I don't want to change them as they are now and I also want them to be surprises.

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Tag Game: Writeblr Interview

Thanks to @cowboybrunch for the tag, this looks fun!

Long post incoming.

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Short stories, novels, or poems?

I find I end up with novelette/novella-length stories more often than not. I've written plenty of one-shots and short stories for prompt events, and I like doing that especially when I'm doing fanfiction or nameless characters. When I write with ocs though I tend to stretch stuff out and what had originally started as a one-shot or short story ends up becoming a novella.

Don't get me wrong I have plenty of WIPs planned out to be novels (like Trials of the Six), but the first drafts of The Hunter, the Myth and the Cure and The Legend of Orian Goldeneye were both novella-length and will probably stay that way or end up being longer. My Hero x Villain series ended up being a novelette, so basically I can't plan for how long a story's gonna be lol.

I've written a little bit of poetry (heck, I wrote one for The Legend of Orian Goldeneye that may or may not get cut), but it's not my favorite thing to write because I way overthink things. But when I do compose poetry I usually do limericks.

What genre do you prefer reading?

Fantasy, no contest. And within fantasy, usually High Fantasy with a lightcore or hopecore focus. I read some gritty stuff, but I find they tend to have elements I don't really like more than the ones I do.

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

Both? I like having an idea of where the story's gonna go, and I plan that out either before writing or while writing, so I don't get stuck. But it's really loose and gives plenty of room for the characters to go feral. I'm in the middle, but I lean more panster than plotter.

What music do you listen to while writing?

Soundtracks, usually from videogames or movies. I really should start organizing my two writing playlists by vibes other than calming music and boss fight-type, but I'm pretty happy with how I have it now. I also have some seasonal aesthetic playlists which match the vibe of the current weather.

Field Music Playlist (calming background soundtracks)

Boss Fight Playlist (pump-up, more exciting soundtracks)

Seasonal Aesthetics: Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter

Favorite books/movies?

Oh goodness.

Uhhhh. UHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

My knee-jerk answer for favorite movie is and always will be The Princess Bride. But I also really like Back to the Future, The Martian, and Clue.

With books I tend to separate them into categories. For fantasy I would say it's a tie between Dragonlance: Dragons of Autumn Twilight by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman, The Death Gate Cycle: Hand of Chaos by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman, Mistborn: The Final Empire by Brandon Sanderson, and Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynn Jones.

For sci-fi it's The Martian by Andy Weir, followed closely by Skyward by Brandon Sanderson.

My favorite classic is Little Women by Louisa May Alcott, followed by Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin.

And for nonfiction I like Stuck by Justina Van Manen, The Healing Imperative by Mike Aquilina, and Beautiful Holiness by Kathleen Beckman.

And of course the Holy Bible and the Catechism of the Catholic Church.

Any current WIPs?

This post is getting long enough already, I talk about my WIPs here and they're all linked in my pinned post in one way or another.

Create a character description of yourself:

Quiet, and keeps to herself. Never without a book, never without a rosary. Her brown hair is long, reaching nearly past her waist, and often kept up in a ponytail or a braid. She dresses mostly in dark colors, black jeans or skirt and a shirt or blouse that is black, navy, or gray, but occasionally wears a bright shirt. She wears little to no makeup unless she feels like being extra fancy. She always has a ring on her right hand, and usually a bracelet that matches her outfit, both of which she fiddles with. Her friends are few but she loves them dearly, and they are often on her mind. Though she may be quiet most of the time, she never hesitates to speak up for what she believes in.

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Eh... not really. I know my own thoughts and experiences much better than those around me and I wouldn't wish a lot of the stuff I do to my characters on the people I know so it just feels kinda weird to me.

Are you kill happy with your characters?

I find I like to bring my characters to the brink of death and back again rather than just killing them unless I want to write about grief. I'm more kill happy with immortal characters for the same reason.

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Usually just water, but if I can get my favorite iced coffee drink than I'd be happy to drink that.

Slow or fast writer?

It varies depending on the amount of research I have to do in a scene, but I think I write pretty fast. I haven't measured my words-per-minute in a while but it was pretty good if I recall correctly.

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

I'd love to be a guide of some kind, part of the group enough that I won't get killed off. I'm pretty good with navigation and maps, and I'd like to have powers (minor ones, not overpowered) but that would depend on the fantasy world.

Most fav book cliche:

Scoundrel with a heart of gold. I eat that up like a starving woman. Han Solo, Mat Cauthon, Ifan Ben-Medz, etc. Draven Cozenson, Diana Ozborne and Korfel Domin are two oc examples.

Least favorite cliche:

Love triangles. Frustrates me to no end, especially how most of them are resolved and how they really only seem to drive wedges in the fandoms (Keeper of the Lost Cities fandom, I'm looking at you.) I have no love triangles in my stories and I never will. I have minimal romance anyway but in the two I got there is no competition.

Favorite scene to write?

*evil grin* Love writing the whump or hurt/comfort scenes, all my ocs get whumped in some form or another, and I have fun every single time.

Reason for writing?

Creative expression, love for my ocs, with a dash of "I maked these :D"

In all seriousness, it's a hobby that I love. It sparks joy and it's a craft that I continuously improve upon and the more I write the better I get at writing. I also occasionally fantasize about publishing one day and my books having fandoms of their own. Maybe that will happen someday.

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This was fun! Tagging @fourwingedwriter @phoenixradiant @thewritingautisticat @writingphoenix @somethingclevermahogony

@agirlandherquill @happypup-kitcat24 @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife @geode-crystal @pluttskutt and open tag! :D

Blank list under the cut:

Short stories, novels, or poems?

What genre do you prefer reading?

Are you a planner or a write as I go kind of person?

What music do you listen to while writing?

Favorite books/movies?

Any current WIPs?

Create a character description of yourself:

Do you like incorporating actual people you know into your writing?

Are you kill happy with your characters?

Coffee or Tea while writing?

Slow or fast writer?

If you were in a fantasy world, what would you be?

Most fav book cliche:

Least favorite cliche:

Favorite scene to write?

Reason for writing?

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

All Along the Watchtower (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC (3rd person POV)

Word count: 3.1 K

Warnings: Minors DNI - descriptions of torture, misogyny, threats of violence, morally gray characters, swearing, smoking, mentions of human trafficking

Summary: Flashback #2 - after finding the women and children in the terrorist outpost, Rory's skills with interrogation and torture are put to use on their captor

A/N: Rory Sinclair is a dual citizen (both Canada and the UK) who's been living in the UK since she was 14. She is 28 at the time of this fic, Price is 32. This series is set in 2017 before the events of the first MW game. Rory's thoughts are bold and italicized, other italics are used for emphasis

[Read on AO3]

2016 - Syrian Outpost 

The soldiers remained in silence as they sat outside the room where Walker interrogated the target. Muffled sounds of groans coming from the other side of the door drifted in to invade the hush that had fallen over the siege forces. Sat on a table, on the other side of the room across from the door, Rory had already stripped the tac vest from her shoulders in order to catch her breath. The sight of all those faces in the dock facility below had caused her stomach to twist and ache. Her head hanging low, chin pressed to her chest, she rubbed at the back of her neck trying to relieve the tension that built there. 

Andrew looked over at her, watching her hands start to tremble and he slipped the pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Pulling one out for her, he lit it and nudged her with his elbow to get her attention. “Hey, take this.”

Her gaze fell to the trail of smoke that began to lift from the tip and she happily accepted, bringing the cigarette to her lips and taking a long, deep drag of it. Enough to make her head spin and her lungs feel like they were filled with ash.

“Thanks.”

“A pleasure.”

Moments later, Officer Walker entered the room where the soldiers waited, the door creaking behind him as he let out a heavy sigh. Worn out, he wiped the sweat from his brow with the collar of his shirt, exposing armpits now darkened by sweaty halos from his hard work. Wiping his hands of the blood that had collected on them on the front of his shirt, he added to the red already splattered there. “Fucker ain't breaking,” he groaned, looking over at two of the soldiers in the corner of the room. Beefy and brawnier than the rest, Walker gave them a wry grin. “Hey Turbo, Lazer, either of you have experience in breaking someone?”

The two soldiers shook their heads in unison, still lost for words after having witnessed what they’d seen in storage.

Andrew nudged Rory's side again, whispering to her. “Go on then.” He tipped his head towards Walker. “You do.”

“Andy, no,” she said with a glare.

But her Lieutenant would never leave it at that. He’d seen her do it more times than she would ever care to admit. He encouraged it, carrying her preferred tools with him just in case. He was the one who had given her the name ‘Lamb’ and it had stuck because he knew what really lay below the surface. 

“Sinclair does,” Lieutenant Owen spoke up.

Walker’s grin dropped, his brow furrowing as he looked over at Rory. “Little miss humanitarian over there, really?”

She huffed out a laugh, blowing cigarette smoke up towards the ceiling. “Oh, don't worry, sir. I only save the bleeding heart act for the innocent.”

Walker looked her up and down, not really believing it. Cracking a smile, he shook his head. “Hey, I'm all for equality, sweetheart. If you really think you can do a better job than me –”

“She can, sir,” Andrew was quick to add.

“Andy,” Rory hissed.

“You're bloody good at it, don't deny it.” His icy stare froze her, looking at her as if he saw through her. One of the only ones to see behind the mask. 

Pushing a hand through her hair before hopping off the table, her boots landed with a heavy thump on the concrete below, the weight of the world and the responsibility just handed to her dragging her down.

Her Lieutenant was quick to pull out a set of brass knuckles and a plastic bag from his vest pocket, looking up at her with a small smile as if offering a gift. “For you, Sergeant.” 

Rory nodded, taking them from him and stuffing them into her back pocket before taking another drag from her cigarette and moving closer to the door by Walker.

“Go on, sweetheart,” Walker leaned down towards her, chuckling, the sarcasm practically dripping off his words, “Show that bastard exactly what girl power looks like, huh?”

She scowled, swallowing heavily as her hand twitched. Her throat always got dry moments before she’d have to face down her opponent – and that’s what they were – interrogations weren’t a battle, they were a game of chess. Digging into their heads, convincing them to play the way she wanted them to, finding their weak spot and then attacking it directly. Finding the pressure point and pushing down on it until they couldn’t take it anymore. That’s where most people failed to be successful. With unassuming Rory Sinclair, on the other hand – soft on the outside, hardly a threat – when left alone in a room with her, it was the last place any enemy would want to be. 

Before she could walk any further, Walker grabbed her arm and his amber eyes tried to read her sneer. “You really think you can handle this?”

Her mouth twisted into a sickly grin as she bit down on her tongue to stop her from spitting venom, jaw clenched tight as she tilted her head away to blow out smoke. “Yes, sir.”

“I wanna know where the weapons are and who he's working with. I don't want any sappy bullshit about the cargo, you hear me?”

The stink of his sweat clung to him, mixing with the cheap aftershave he wore, and it made her stomach twist more as he crept further into her personal space. 

“Understood.”

Giving her arm a quick squeeze, he couldn’t help but keep up with the patronizing tone and smile. “I'm counting on ya, honey.”

Rory flinched, rage burning down the length of her spine like a wildfire. All that anger that swelled within her at the sight of those women and children boiled just under the skin and behind her eyes. Taking another breath, dragging her teeth over her lip and tasting bitter hatred on her tongue, she headed into the room.

The metal door shut tight behind her with a heavy clank and she stopped and stared at Al Ghulam bound to a chair before her. Blood dripped down his face, his eye swollen and puffy on one side, encapsulating his socket in purple flesh. His fancy clothes had been stained with blood along with his teeth as he smiled at her, a long trail of red saliva dripping from his lip.

“Is this the American way? They send in the woman to do the job of men?”

Ignoring Abdullah was all too easy as she kept walking forward, exhaling smoke from her nostrils before her fingers curled around the cigarette dangling from her lips to take another drag.

“Hal taelam madha 'afeal bialnisa' mithlaka?” <In Arabic: Do you know what I do to women like you? >

Rory stretched her neck from side to side, feeling the tension pop and release. Unfazed by his threats, used to the inane ramblings of bound men. Every single one of them seemed to resort back to threatening her womanhood. Using feeble attempts at scaring her by trying to make her feel small or inadequate. It was the sign of a weak will. 

She cracked a half grin from around her cigarette “Lal taelam madha faealt bialrijal mithlaka?” <in Arabic: Do you know what I've done to men like you?>

Al Ghulam chuckled at her response, spitting blood out on the floor between his feet. “You speak Arabic?” 

Her eyes narrowed and she drew closer, one sure and steady step at a time, watching his eyes widen and the sweat start to form on his brow. A foggy cloud of smoke curtaining her features before leaning forward with a darkened stare. “Do you know?” Her voice was low and ominous, her question anything but a casual threat – it was a warning.

He shook his head, staring up at her, mouth kept tightly shut. He still had fight in him, but she had patience.  

“Now’s as good a time as any to find out, eh?” She stood in front of him, hands on her hips. “Where are the weapons, and who are you working with?”

“I already told your CIA, I don't know.”

He was lying and she knew it. “Where are the weapons and who are you working with,” she repeated in the same calm, cool tone of voice.

“Are you deaf?”

Grabbing him by the face with one hand, digging her nails into his cheeks as she grabbed his jaw, Rory pulled the cigarette from her mouth with the other and pressed the burning end of it to his cheek. Twisting it against his skin as it sizzled like sausages in a frying pan, holding it there even as his screams echoed through the room. Spittle flying out from between gritted teeth as he seethed, staring at her with the same burning hatred she felt for him. 

“Where are the weapons?” She looked down at him, continuing to hold the cigarette there even as he struggled against it.

“Fuck you,” he spat, squirming under her.

She cocked her brow, impressed somewhat by the fact he wasn’t willing to give in quite so easy. He wasn’t quite as passive as she had thought. Slipping the cigarette back between her lips she stood up straight and pulled the plastic bag from her back pocket, circling Al Ghulam the way a predator would around its singled out prey. 

As she stood behind his back, his body went rigid. The natural fear response that took over when someone was being followed from behind, the one that made a person start walking a little faster while alone at night, the one pricks like him enjoyed making women feel. Rustling the plastic bag in her hands as she held it out taut, she noticed every little fidget he made, the little shiver that shook down his back. “Are you scared?”

“Never.”

Another lie. 

Rory quickly moved forward, bringing the bag down over his head and gripping back on it tight enough to hear the screeching sound of stretched plastic as it constricted against his mouth and nose, the squeak dampening his scream. 

His fingers squeezed at the armrests as he gasped for air, his mouth working against the plastic as he fought to breathe, his feet kicking out slightly. She held on just a little longer, just enough to bring him right up to the edge where he feared she might kill him, and then pulled the bag away, waiting for him to catch his breath before asking her questions once again.

“Where are the weapons?”

“You fucking whore. I'll kill you. Think you scare me? I can hunt you down and set twenty men on you.” 

She pulled the cigarette from her mouth and leaned down towards him, her head resting near his, exhaling smoke into his face. “You should know, it’s quite easy to tell that while you may call the Middle East home now, you weren’t raised here. The way you dress, the way you speak…it’s clear you were raised in the West, went to good schools…” Glancing down at his hand, she smirked as she noticed the gold band on his finger. “And that’s no class ring. What poor woman got stuck with you for a husband?”

Al Ghulam went to speak, and she stopped him by shoving her thumb into the pressure point of his shoulder. “Before you even think about threatening me, I know you spend an awful lot of time traveling between here and Dubai. That’s where she lives, right? Keeping her hidden away from the unspeakable things you do.” She tilted her head as she pondered on the reason. “Perhaps you’re embarrassed. Doesn’t much matter to me.” She squeezed a little tighter and his body convulsed involuntarily. “I can find her, bring along my trusty rifle, and add another notch to the barrel.” His breath hitched in his throat and she released her thumb. “Take a moment to think on that, eh?” 

Rory patted his shoulder and then wrapped the bag around his head once more, twisting the plastic in her hands so it gripped his face tighter. Staring out into the middle distance of the room, she held the plastic bag over his head long enough that his nails began to bend and crack against the metal armrests he was tied to as he struggled, a horrible wheezing noise escaping him like a balloon slowly deflating until she finally released the bag from his face, placing her hand on his shoulder and squeezing the pressure point there tightly once again. “I can do this all day. I’m not so sure you can. So, before I have to become a little more convincing…Where are the weapons and who are you working with?”

His breathing was becoming more strained, each breath heavier and harder to take. Near his breaking point, it wouldn’t take very long now, she just needed to tip him a little bit further. She hadn’t even broken a sweat yet in her quest to prove how far she was willing to go, and it was becoming clear to her that with Al Ghulam she wouldn’t even have to go as far as she had in the past. She could smell it on him.

“I’m going to kill you myself. I’ll slit your throat and watch you bleed,” his words spilled from his trembling lips.

Threats of violence were a common thing, it always shifted from demeaning her to the threats of taking her life. More a benefit to their own ego, an attempt to make themselves feel strong, holding on to some semblance of the image they thought they were supposed to have while she broke them. 

“Very well.” Moving to stand in front of him once more, watching him huff back on his rasping breaths, Rory tossed her nearly spent cigarette on the floor, stomping it out with her boot before grabbing the brass knuckles from her back pocket and slipping them onto her fingers. Clenching her hand into a fist, she appreciated the weight as her thumb ran over the solid metal accessory, feeling each dent and groove she had made in it on the bones of her adversaries. Staring at Al Ghulam with dead eyes, her breathing was perfectly relaxed, her heart rate holding steady. “Once I’m done here with you, I’ll be making my way to Dubai, there might be just enough left of you for your wife to mourn.”

“No, please.” His eyes bugged from his head as he slumped forward in his seat, a defeated man. “ Fuck . I’ll tell you.”

“I’m listening.”

The door creaked open once more and Rory stepped out of the room without a speck of blood on her or a drop of sweat, she was perfectly relaxed as she slipped the brass knuckles from her hand and placed them back into her pocket. Her slow, heavy footsteps on the concrete was enough to cause the eyes of every soldier to lift and stare. They had all heard

the muffled yelling and the long stretches of silence from inside the room, and their reactions to her entrance were all the same – confusion. At a loss for just what the hell she had done in that room. 

All except Andrew. Giving her a smirk, the cigarette between his lips lifted up into the curled corner of his mouth as he looked over at her. He knew exactly how it would play out. It was always the same. 

The little ‘ Lamb ’ had teeth.

Rory walked right past Walker as if he didn’t even exist, and he grabbed her arm, his eyes flaring at her. “What happened in there?” Looking her up and down, he waited expectantly for an answer. Expecting some story about how she tried but just couldn’t break him. How batting her eyelashes at a terrorist and a human trafficker just wouldn’t work for whatever reason. How a big, strong man would have to go in there and finish what he had started, and she had failed to deliver on.

Her hazel eyes bore into him, her mouth drawn in a tight, straight line as she reported Al Ghulam’s confession. “There was a swap made, a trade deal. Lives bartered for the weapons.”

“With who?” He got into her face, but she never flinched. “Who’s he working with?”

“Not the insurgents.” She shook her head. “A PMC. Independant . European . Weapons are on their way into enemy hands as we speak,” she said with a defeated sigh, knowing all too well the lives of civilians and soldiers alike would be taken soon. Yet more casualties of war. Numbers turned into statistics to be reported on the nightly news in a minute long segment, if they even really mattered to most anymore. 

“Motherfucker,” Walker spat, pacing back and forth, muttering under his breath.

“The lives we found downstairs, they’re only half of what there was.” She broke his train of thought and he looked at her with disinterest. “They’re the rest of the payment for another shipment that’s coming.”

Turning on his heel, he met her with his furrowed brow. “When?”

“Two days' time. Your intel was either too late or too early.”

“Good.” Walker scratched at his stubble as he continued to pace. “Good, we can work with that.” He tipped his head and gave her a slimy grin. “I don’t know what you did in there, sweetheart, but I might just have to make you a returning member of my roster.”

Biting down on her molars, Rory grimaced at the thought of having to work another mission with the CIA officer and his less than respectful attitude towards her. “My pleasure,” she said as her pained expression shifted into a scowl and she moved to sit with her Lieutenant once more. 

Andrew’s smirk had become a wry grin at this point, enjoying the faces of every other soldier in there including Walker’s. The look of people taken completely off guard by the fact someone like Rory could break a man faster than some brazen, fast-talking American with little scruples. 

“You look like you need a fag, Sinclair.”

“Do I ever,” she huffed. 

“You didn’t even need the knuckles this time, did you?” Andrew lowered his voice, leaning in towards her as he passed her the cigarette that had been burning between his lips. 

She snatched it from him and brought the cigarette to her mouth, taking a long drag. Shaking her head, Rory passed the brass knuckles back to him, dragging her hands up and down her thighs as she took a seat on the table beside him once again.  

He chuckled dryly and slipped them back into the pocket of his vest. “That’s our Lamb.” His grin grew wider, until teeth began to show. “I knew you had it in you.”

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Soldier in my Dreams (Sergeant Hunter & Daughter!OC)

Notes: nothing I write is ever beta read we die like tech (but not really). Father's day, dad batch. Hunter is married to my OC, Saachi, they adopted Omega and Jasper together, and had five children after that (one son, and a set of quadruplets). Nightmares, comfort, Hunter likes being a father more than he ever did a soldier.

Hunter woke as blasterfire echoed in the corners of his mind. The frizzing of droid poppers rang faintly in his ears as he looked around the room. Smaller than the bunks on Kamino, but bigger than the crew's quarters on the Marauder. The night was a dark blue, casting the room in a hyperspace-like glow, peaceful and serene

He wasn't a soldier anymore. He was home.

The bed stirred beside him. Saachi grunted in her sleep and turned on her side, arms tucked beneath her pillow. The strap of her nightdress had slipped over her shoulder in her sleep, so Hunter tucked it back into place and leaned down to brush a kiss against her cheek. Sleep settled back over her as her breathing evened out.

Hunter heard the pitter patter of tiny feet just outside the door to the room, so he stood to answer it before the creak could wake up his wife.

Standing there, with her beloved Lala the tooka in one arm and the other rubbing sleep from her eyes, stood Poppy. The youngest of his girls, and the second youngest overall. Hairs stuck out of her little braids at off angles, giving her a fuzzy halo as she frowned up at her dad.

"Where's Momma?" she demanded, unsatisfied by his appearance.

"She's fine, she's just sleeping." Hunter knelt in front of Poppy, trying to keep her from moving into the room, "What's up, sarad'ika?"

Poppy's bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

"Wan' Momma," She insisted.

But Hunter hadn't learned nothing from his time as a Sergeant. He knew plenty of redirection tactics.

"C'mere," he scooped Poppy up into his arms, Lala and all, "Let's take a look at your brothers and sisters now, huh?"

"Quinn's snoring!" Poppy complained loudly. Hunter reminded her to be quiet.

"Is that what woke you up, then?" He chuckled, closing the door to his room.

Poppy shook her head vehemently, "I had a nightmare."

"Oh," Hunter said, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Poppy shook her head again. She wrapped her arms around Lala's head tightly, and rested her head against Hunter's chest.

Sure enough, when they peeked into the girl's room, Quinn was snoring softly. Her own Tooka, Tutu, had fallen off the bed as she lay splayed over her sheets, so Hunter picked Tutu up and placed him in Quinn's arms again.

In the boy's room, Andi was sound asleep with his tooka, Pinkey, but Reed was missing from his bed. Hunter knew he couldn't have gone far, though. As he checked the older boy's bedroom, they found that Reed had crawled into Gray's bed again. Jasper was only pretending to be asleep, Hunter could see the faint glow of his datapad beneath his flimsy pillow.

"It's goodnight, Jaspa!" Poppy protested, pointing an accusing finger at her biggest brother.

"Shh," Hunter told her, hoping Reed and Gray would stay asleep. He tiptoed over to Jasper's bed. Jasper remained on his side, his back to Hunter, and too still to actually be asleep. Hunter slipped the datapad out from under Jasper's pillow and switched it off, tucking it in his back pocket.

"Good night, Jasper," He whispered, gently kissing his forehead. Jasper mumbled something unintelligible in return, muffled by a yawn.

The last bedroom, while the smallest of the rooms in the house, belonged to the oldest.

"You sleeping, 'Meega?" Poppy sounded almost disappointed.

Omega indeed was asleep, though like Jasper, her own datapad was not far out of reach. It had fallen on her face mid-message, and had typed out a random smattering of numbers and letters. Thankfully, it hadn't sent, but before Hunter could turn it off and set it back in the charging dock, he couldn't help but read a few of the messages. She was messaging Echo again. And Emerie, too. Hunter didn't know how much he trusted Emerie, but he trusted Echo, and Echo vouched for her.

Hunter's heart beat painfully in his chest. They were telling her about the Rebellion, the successes and the losses. He kept himself from reading anymore. Omega was growing up. She wasn't that innocent little child he met on Kamino anymore, she was allowed to grow up and make her own decisions, even if they might put her in danger.

Poppy leaned forward and almost fell out of Hunter's arms, reaching for Omega.

"Woah, Woah, Woah!" he hissed.

"But I wanna say goodnight!" Poppy pouted. Omega grunted, and rubbed her eyes.

"Hunter? Poppy, wha-?"

Hunter sighed, "Sorry, kid, Poppy had a bad dream, so she wanted to say goodnight. You can go back to sleep now."

Omega chuckled softly, and held out her arms, "It's alright."

Poppy launched herself into Omega's arms, knocking the wind from her lungs.

"Poppy," Hunter sighed again, running a hand over his face.

Poppy hugged Omega all the more tighter, "I love you, 'Meega."

Omega wrapped her arms around Poppy, "I love you too, ad'ika."

"Alright, you little womp rats," Hunter gently yanked Poppy out of reach from Omega so that he could give her a kiss good night, "Back to bed with both of you."

He managed to slip out of Omega's room and back into the hall before Poppy started to protest.

"Don't wanna," She insisted, "Wanna stay with 'Meega!"

"No, it's time for you to go back to your own bed, now."

"But Reed sleeps with Gray!" I wanna sleep with 'Meega!" Poppy said.

Hunter had to place a few fingers over her mouth, hushing her gently. When she was quiet again, he slowly removed his fingers. "You gotta go to bed, sarad'ika. Omega, and Momma, and everyone else is asleep now."

"Even ba'vod'u Tech?" She asked hopefully.

"Even ba'vod'u Tech," Hunter nodded, "He's tired. Papa's tired too. Aren't you tired?"

Poppy's fingers twisted tighter into the material of Hunter's shirt. He was afraid she might rip a hole in it.

"Scared." She whimpered at last, hiding ashamedly behind her tooka.

"Oh," you're scared," Hunter whispered in understanding, "From your nightmare?"

Poppy nodded.

Hunter's heart broke as he tilted his daughter's chin upwards so he could see her face. Her delicate eyes were wide with unshed tears, and her little bottom lip trembled. He would do anything if it meant any of his little ones would never feel the way that Poppy looked right now.

He sighed, and cradled her against his shoulder, "Come with me, you can sleep with me and Momma tonight."

She perked up at that. "Momma?"

"Shh," Hunter urged, "You have to be quiet. Remember, Momma's asleep now."

"I be quiet," Poppy said, and yawned promisingly.

Hunter brought her back into his room, where Saachi lay just as he had left her. He opened the window, letting in the soothing salt air and the calming sound of the distant waves wrap around them like a warm blanket. Poppy could barely lift her head from Hunter's shoulder.

"Papa?" She hummed as Hunter sat on his side of the bed.

"Yes, Poppy?" he asked. He paused, keeping Poppy against his shoulder so that he could listen to her tired, sleepy voice.

Poppy yawned again, and it nearly made Hunter yawn too.

"You keep me safe?" She asked.

Hunter smiled to himself and kissed her forehead. Not too many years ago, keeping his children safe would have required bloodshed and danger, along with almost certain death. But now, with the Clone Wars long behind them, and the Empire far from Pabu, safety meant things like watching so that they didn't fall off a rock, making sure they ate healthy, providing warm clothes during the colder months, and promising that the uncertainty of the night couldn't reach them.

He much preferred this fight.

"I will always keep you safe, sarad'ika." he whispered. Poppy's eyes fluttered closed, but hunter caught the glimpse of a satisfied smile as he lay her on the bed, nestled in between himself and Saachi.

He lay next to her, listening as Poppy's heartbeat slowed to keep time with Saachi's. His heart was slowing too, but he couldn't bring himself to close his eyes.

Poppy's arms flailed back and forth, which meant she was finally starting to settle down to sleep, but they also hit Saachi, just enough to nudge her awake.

"Mmm, nightmare?" she asked, rubbing one eye with her fingertip.

Hunter nodded, brushing Poppy's bangs from her eyes. her little eyelids twitched, as sleep claimed them, and Hunter prayed that she'd have better dreams now.

"Oh, sweet girl," Saachi sighed and kissed the back of Poppy's head, "Good thing you have your Papa to help you, huh?"

She took the elastic from the end of the braid that wasn't pinned beneath Poppy's head, and rebraided it. It was more of a habit than a necessity. Saachi loved being able to help their daughters with their hair, and both Quinn and Poppy loved how pretty the braids were.

Hunter sat up, just as the door opened with an ominous creak.

"I hadda bad dream," Andi said, rubbing at his eye with his fist.

Hunter tried not to sigh, and Saachi placed her hand on his arm.

"I got this one," she mouthed, nodding to Poppy. She met Andi at the door, scooping him up into her arms, and as Hunter finally let his eyes drift shut, he could hear Saachi humming a lullaby to their son.

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 122

Welcome to Week 122

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ & header by me

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Chrome & Leather - Chp 12 - (Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie​

Deep into the ocean - (Namor x Reader) - @ironlady1993​

Sour holidays - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan​

DIRT ROAD HONEY - @mdemontespan1667​

You Were the One - Part 2 - (Court x Reader, Lloyd x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513​

His Inheritance - Part 3 - @jtargaryen18​

All the King's Men - Part 7 - Part 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @nastybuckybarnes

Delicate Edges - Part 10 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

Sunrise - Part 10 - Epilogue - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

Miss Velvet - Chp 12 - (Bucky x Reader) - @missvelvetsstuff

Leaving - @writercole

The third man (5) - I get what I want - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Chapter 4 - The White Room - (Steve x Reader) - @caffiend-queen

Gardening Games - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Me Before You - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Kinktober #5 - (Andy x Reader) - @christywantspizza

Cocktease - (Mr.Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

A Tragedy of Errors - (Frank x OC) - @hollybee8917

SECOND CHANCE - Chp 4 - (Andy x Reader) - @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

Gray Sweats - (Curtis x Reader) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

[maxtothemax]

i want to talk about my ocs… does anyone have questions? (even if that question is just "who the fuck is that?")

current ocs:

- zipper

- river

- gavin gray

- evil!river

- andy sisko (from volitation)

- ozzy (from volitation)

[fluffyhellspawn]

I caved in and decided to note down all my ocs that I actually currently remember. Will be adding over time. This will be a linked post in my Pinned post!

I don't remember all of my characters, but here are my major ones/ ones that I actively remember and I use!! Feel free to ask about them if you really want to.

(No point reblogging as the reblogs will quickly fall out of date!!!)

All characters with a / following are related to each other in some way (whether family, just a duo, or other.)

Cybernet OCS

00 (They/Them) /01 (He/Him) /02 (She/They)

Stopscreen (She/Her)

Canvas (He/They)

Cache (He/It)

Cealant (They/He)

Dahta / Sync (He/Him)

Sound.wav (She/He)

QR (They/Them) / EXC.eption (He/Him)

Recovery (She/Her)

Servo (He/Him)

Connie (He/They)

Ivis (He/Him)

Disk_O (It/It's)

Rec (They/He)

PROTOTYPE (They/it)

Isle Of Derivia OCs

JJ (He/Him) / Lucan (He/Him) / Jackal (He/Him) / Larissa (She/Her) / Lance (He/They)

Sharde (She/They)

Sin (He/Him) / Vicki (She/Her) / Mayai (She/Her) / Laresn (She/Her)

Siana (She/Her)

Haedon (He/Him) / Cytha (They/Them)

Twail / Tari / Ivis (He/Him)

Dover / Vita (They/Them)

Gray (He/Him) / Lya (She/It) / Mauve (She/Her)

Smokey (He/They)

Spindle (They/Them)

Salami (They/He)

Fijir (He/Him)

Bandy (She/Her) / Morana (He/They) / Sanvante (He/Him)

Roze / Thorne (She/They)

Heaven (Any/All)

Nycturn (It/It's)

TMBTASI OCs

Felix (He/Him)

Azura (She/They)

Ray (He/Him)

Sander (He/Him)

Nico (He/Him)

Ven / Ashley (He/Him)

Carter / Chase / Andy / Adam (He/Him)

Evelyn (She/Her)

Eugene (He/They/Them)

Kit (It/That)

Kelly (She/Her)

Noel (He/They)

Chip (They/Them)

Aviral (He/They)

[cyber-streak-2]

So, I decided to go ahead and reveal/talk about a few more of the main characters for my Fan Continuity, with the two humans included.

—

Andie Gray: She/Her/Herself, He/Him/Himself:

A human who, while on a walk to get to her college, stumbled across a few of the Decepticons and Autobots in the middle of a battle. Despite trying to ignore what was happening, and just get to college, he still gets roped into everything.

After a more proper introduction, she’s stuck with Wheeljack as a guardian. And although Andie is much more focused on his personal life, the human still sticks around the Autobots, while also deciding to try and help Wheeljack with his search.

—

“Raven” (Real Name Unknown): Any Pronouns:

A somewhat younger human who, while in the middle of running around, bumped straight into a deceased Cybertronian and Censere, who hadn’t expected this—neither of them did.

After an introduction, with the human giving anything but its real name, the decision to stick with each-other is made... but, Raven keeps a tiny secret—that others are looking for her—that he’s running—from Censere, and doesn’t plan on telling them.

—

Mirage: He/Him/Himself, They/Them/Themself, She/Her/Herself:

An outlier with the ability to turn invisible, as well as creating holograms of anything. While he may be an Autobot now, back on Cybertron—before they all arrived to their new home—Mirage had originally started out as a Decepticon.

Despite what side the outlier is on now, they know of a few Autobots who... don’t trust her, think of her as a spy—which doesn’t help when the outlier can come off as a little suspicious. Mirage is rather tired of all this, though.

—

Starscream: No Pronouns:

A Decepticon who, originally, was the Second in Command, even after everyone arrived on the new planet. However, when Megatron suddenly goes missing—no Autobot or Decepticon being able to find him—much to the disappointment from other ‘Cons, the Seeker becomes the new leader.

Starscream will make sure it all stays this way.

—

Ambulon: They/Them/Themself:

The only remaining Cybertronian medic on Earth... due to Ratchet being missing, First Aid’s death back on Cybertron, and Pharma.. they don’t talk about Pharma.

Originally a Decepticon before joining the Autobots shortly before the arrival on Earth, they discover that they’re treated far better than how some treat Mirage.

Shortly after their switch to the Autobots, Ambulon suffered horrible damage, which still affects them, but they remain a medic, helping their fellow Autobots.

—

Soundwave: They/Them/Themself, It/It’s/Itself:

Originally the Third in Command, they became the new Second in Command when Megatron suddenly went missing, and Starscream became the new leader... which is a rather unfortunate thing.

They’ve noticed certain things—like how several Cybertronians have started to just disappear. Ratchet, Megatron... all of its minicons. Deciding to get to the bottom of this, Soundwave starts digging—wanting to find its real leader and minicons.

—

Thundercracker: He/Him/Himself (FtM):

After Megatron disappeared, making Starscream the new leader, and Soundwave the new SiC, Thundercracker found himself in the position of the new TiC. Although, many of the Decepticons start noticing how strange Thundercracker has been since arriving to Earth.

Sure, they all know a few things about him—such as when he created a film once, a few months after everyone’s arrival. But, there’s two little things that he keeps sneaking away for... two friendships that he doesn’t want to be found out—for fear for what could happen. Not to him, but them.

—

Tags: @aecholapis @bramble-b0t @kawareo @novafire-is-thinking @critcallylowhp

[nokachifu]

Hello, Welcome to my tumblr account! My name is Mango/Andy and i am a ordinary user of this app like the rest of people (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

I made this post so people would know a little more about me!

Im gonna talk about my interest, my dni and other things!

About me...

I am a person who likes a lot videogames and aliens! I identified as Aroace Genderfluid, while speaking english i refer to myself with They/Them pronouns, while in spanish, my native language, i use she/him pronouns.

I don't have a problem with people refering to my with male or female pronouns in english, but if you use neutral pronouns that would make me very happy!

I also sometimes post art about my OC's or fanarts of characters i like, in my ig there is more drawings of mine, so if you would like to see them you can search Nokachifu_ on ig!

I'm stil learning how to draw, so my drawings are not perfect, but i still feel proud of them (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) i need to learn fast so i could draw the rest of my OC's >:09

My interest are!...

Dungeon meshi, punishing gray raven, powerpuff girls(Z) roblox, vtubers, Naruto, wuthering waves, twisted wonderland, vocaloid, seals, aliens, space and more!

My DNI are...

Racist, transphobes, homophobes, proshippers, xenophobes, zionist, people who don't like mangos/J

My comfort characters are...

Kamui (pgr) hatsune miku (crypton) nejire hadou (bnha) thoma (gi) momoko akatsutsumi (ppgz) Naruto Uzumaki and my own OC's XD

Well that would be everything for now (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ maybe i update this in the future, for now i'll leave it like this.

Btw as you can see my english is not very good, im still learning the language :'0 so if you see some gramatical mistake please correct me kindly (⁠~⁠_⁠~⁠;⁠)

[2000sfm]

hypothetically… do you have a most wanted existing reboot and/or character to be taken up 👀

oh  i  actually  love  this  question  !!!  some  roles  we  would  love  to  be  taken  up  in  each  reboot  are  under  the  cut  as  the  list  is  so  long.  

the  vampire  diaries  :  jenna  sommers,  jeremy  gilbert,  all  of  the  mikaelsons,  vicki  donovan,  tyler  lockwood,  lexi  branson

the  oc  :  marissa  cooper,  seth  cohen,  sandy  cohen,  kirsten  cohen,  anna  stern,  julie  cooper,  taylor  townsend,  kaitlin  cooper.

one  tree  hill  :  lucas  scott,  brooke  davis,  keith  scott,  deb  scott,  dan  scott,  peyton  sawyer,  jake  jagielski,  mouth  mcfadden,  rachel  gatina,  karen  roe,  chris  keller,  skills  taylor

gossip  girl  :  jenny  humphrey,  lily  van  der  woodsen,  rufus  humphrey,  eric  van  der  woodsen,  vanessa  abrams,  ivy  dickens,  carter  baizen

sons  of  anarchy  :  opie  winston,  donna  winston,  tara  knowles,  juice  ortiz,  chibs  telford,  trig  trager,  happy,  half-sack  epps,  wendy  case,  bobby  munson

gilmore  girls  :  rory  gilmore,  jess  mariano,  luke  danes,  tristan  dugray,  logan  huntzberger,  sookie  st.  james,  lane  kim,  paris  geller,  dean  forester

true  blood  :  lafayette  reynolds,  eric  northman,  jessica  hamby,  bill  compton,  tara  thorton,  jason  stackhouse,  alcide  herveaux,  sam  merlotte

the  office  :  dwight  schrute,  michael  scott,  jim  halpert,  erin  hannon,  andy  bernard,  oscar  martinez,  karen  filippelli

buffy  the  vampire  slayer  :  angel,  spike,  willow  rosenberg,  faith,  xander  harris,  drusilla,  dawn  summers,  cordelia  chase,  riley  flynn,  tara  maclay

pretty  little  liars  :  emily  fields,  maya  st.  germain,  spencer  hastings,  hanna  marin,  kate  randall,  alison  dilaurentis,  jason  dilaurentis,  mike  montgomery

high  school  musical  :  ryan  evans,  kelsi  nielson,  gabriella  montez,  coach  bolton,  ms.  darbus,  martha  cox

freaky  friday  :  stacey  hinkhouse,  peg,  ryan,  maddie

jennifers  body  :  chip  dove,  colin  gray,  nikolai  wolf,  toni  lesnicky

twilight  :  rosalie  hale,  jessica  stanley,  edward  cullen,  bella  swan,  esme  cullen,  carlisle  cullen,  jacob  black,  jane,  aro,  caius,  angela  webber,  mike  newton,  eric  yorkie,  leah  clearwater,  emily  young,  sam  uley,  james,  laurent,  victoria,  bree  tanner

resident  evil  :  albert  wesker,  jill  valentine,  leon  s.  kennedy,  chris  redfield,  barry  burton,  ada  wong,  billy  coen,  rebecca  chambers,  ashley  graham,  carlos  oliveira

the  devil  wears  prada  :  andrea  sachs,  nigel,  emily  charlton,  christian  thompson,  james  holt,  nate

almost  famous  :  russell  hammond,  william  miller,  dennis  hope,  polexia  aphrodisia,  anita  miller

scream  :  gale  weathers,  dewey  riley,  tatum  riley,  billy  loomis,  stu  macher,  randy  meeks,  casey  becker,  cotton  weary

[thinking-outside-the-giftbox18]

Welcome Home OC - Andy Astrange ft. Wally Darling

*Being gone for a long while as I go through the TSP fandom, and comes back with colorful puppets*

Hey, everyone, I would like to introduce you to my Welcome Home OC, Andy Astrange ^^

I haven’t made an official ref yet as I plan the base design first, name, and then finalize later.

Name: Andy As[ter S]trange

Occupation: Stranger (former), Neighbor 

Gender: Non-binary

Pronouns: They/Them

Affirmation: The Neighborhood, The Gray Treehouse

Relatives: Belle the Blue Pixie (parental figure), Whistle the Red Kitten

Hypothetical favorite food: Fruit yogurt

Personality: Cautiously shy upon arrival but is curious and playful when opening up more.

Facts: 

They like to collect things around their treehouse or in the Neighborhood, like rocks, sticks, leaves, etc.

They have interacted with all the neighbors, but they like spending time with Wally

They like to nap by their tree house with Whistle. But they wake up feeling dizzy.

They ALWAYS look down, at times would look up when they want to.

More art on Andy because I ran out of stuff to type out here:

1 - A Pleasant Stroll

2 - Tin-Can Telephone

3 - A Lesson on Borrowing

That is all I got for Andy, so here’s Wally as a floptropican as a joke and later regretting it

As for TSP, I am making a blog to post all of it there - @teamnarr8oftheparableverse​

Have a Nice Day ^^

- Giftbox

PS. The ship name of Wally and Andy is StrangeDarling ^^

[grapecaseschoices]

For the oc ask meme: dusk | enemy | winter | wildfire | ocean. 👀

Ty for the ask @galpal95 ! And so so sorry for the delay.

Dusk: Lala Sandoval [infamous] - It is faded but still eye drawing reds, oranges. It is the unusual but maybe expected streaks of dark, navy blue. It is soft haze - of the sun, the clouds, the mood. It feels like it is both time to wind down and filled with excitement. You could stay in, you could go out. You could sit on the porch and watch your side of the world fall asleep, calm and feel safe and untouchable. You could go out and start the night life, start an adventure-- the world being your oyster. It is the sun and the stars visible to you at once. It feels special, it feels comfortable, it feels magical, it feels... quiet. It is dusk. I feel that is Lala too: chill but daring. Unbothered yet mischievous. As comfortable in their sweats as they are in fishnets and black lipstick. Understanding and perceptive and patient and bold.

Enemy: Erkan Yasar [Exile; but Andy's in general, especially OG Andy] - "Tell you you're the greatest. But once you turn they hate us."

I considered Anouck, my Fallen Lights MC, and a couple of OCs for personal projects -- but I wanted to do someone I've spoken about. And in that case, it can't be anyone BUT Andy [especially this version who is willing to make the kingdom that danced at his suffering burn to the ground. And then some.]

Calm, shrewd, vindictive, amused, angry, violent, Erkan Andrew Yasar.

Winter: Emile Ryan [KOTSAM] - Picture a widespread ground of thick white snow that goes as far as the eyes can see, only marred by an iced over lake, a leafless and stark tree full of icicles, and the occasional blow of sharp wind.

At first glance it feels bleak, but in truth that bleakness is really the suffocating unease you feel. It is dangerous out there. But if you're lucky you might find a cabin that seems like an oasis at first ... do you dare approach to make certain?

Emile is a Bitch. And not only a Bitch but That Bitch. They are exceedingly cunning and occasionally cruel. They are as indifferent and unbothered as a stark, snowy landscape. But if you're LUCKY you might find solace and comfort. Warmth, even. If you're treasured enough.

Wildfire: Is a bit hard for me. I feel none of mine are fully wildfire. At least not the ones I talk about regularly. [Not even Erkan]. I had Rene Casimir here before. I considered Kendis. And their temper and anger would definitely fit here, but I try not to structure Kendis solely around their anger. Aleena's anger and sense of betrayal fits here, she's also a jerk -- but I think she may have a lowkey softer side than I expected [so something like lava or volcano would be better]. I considered Hiyam but IDK.

I'm LEANING toward Reuben Casseus. He is one of my sidesteps. And honestly the only reason he isn't a complete murdering antisocial is because I want the Chentega polyam and I dont have the heart for it sindhdhd. But Reuben is SO angry. And he is definitely striking quite a few things off his path. It also doesn't help that he is too honest for his own good.

Ocean: Tristan Terrell [disenchanted] - Seemingly still at times, vast. Deep and filled with unknown -- so much unknown. Can be tumultuous and dangerous. Can be rocking and soothing. Tristan is reserved, MatureTM, far too numb, and a basilisk with gray eyes. Ocean seems fitting.

Plus xe is going to be this trope: "... a character who's competent, collected, and has their life thoroughly together, and also has one specific thing that's deeply wrong with them." @/prokopetz