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kkat-astrophic · 6 months ago

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My Whole Chronological 2022 OC Lore

I was thinking "I've drawn random characters but I've never made an oc... why is that" AND THEN I REMEMBERED I GOT A JOURNAL IN YEAR SIX THAT IS FILLED WITH OC LORE BEFORE I EVEN KNEW WHAT OC LORE WAS?!?!?

Like omfg-

Like each planet represents different emotions and characteristics (e.g saturn = love mars = war etc etc)

It has poems and stuff too because why not.

It has angst for planets???? It has another galaxy outside of the Milkyway called the Mystical?

THERE'S A PRINCESS CALLED PRINCESS MIST WHO HAS A FAT ASS CAT THAT I ABSOLUTELY LOVED DRAWING!!!

Like her parents were slaughtered by a "Red Moon Demon" or smth? Idk??? I didn't even know I was writing lore I was just creative.

There are a few other characters too.

Liora -> Battle demon who guards mist, she moved to the moon after Mists parents died. She couldn't deal with the guilt that she was supposed to protect them.

Faceless -> Faceless is a neglected demon who attempted to invade the Dark Side of the Moon. (Idk why but 12 y/o me spelled "Invad" instead of invade-) he shot an arrow into Liora's head, but Mists mother had made her immortal so it had no affect.

Crisp -> A royal guardian of mist? She is a half demon who has fire powers. Crisp came from Mercury like most demons, but swears her allegiance to the Mystical Galaxy.

Eye -> Eye is a royal guardian who watches each planet in the Mystical. He's a Guardian of Goodness? Idk what that is but 12y/o me did-

Saturn has a Love Tester for some reason and I decided to make Crisp and Mist lovers but closeted for some reason. This whole OC lore kind of revolves around their romance from what I can remember.

Apparently Mist visits the Milky way and other planets every blue moon. (Plot Holes: If she's the ruler of another galaxy how do people know her? Isn't it dangerous to go to Mercury if demons are there? How does she see the blue moon if she's not in the Milky-Way?)

Then I drew a bunch of random cats as variations of pets people had. King-Fat-Cat was Mists cat btw.

Stardust is used for currency on Saturn and Venus. It can also put out fires faster than water does (just throw it on the demons???) it can also be used as bait for catching starfish. Not literal starfish like we know, but like... fish that glow and swim in the galaxy.

And I also made an Ariana Grande OC???? HELP- I named her Intergalactic Ariana and made her an alien that performs pop music. She's a descendant of Ariana Grande apparently? I also randomly stopped the OC lore to say that I had double booked on something?

Idrk what that was but anyway....

Then Mist and her castle are under attack and something is changing everybodies pupils to X's like that one gacha eye thing. And then Mist almost gets like infected with the Gacha Eye Virus and Crisp kisses her? I dunno why? Consent doesn't matter? Anyway, they have like no chemistry whatsoever but idrk I was bored when writing it.

Back on the moon Liora notices her brother Faceless is trying to attack her for some reason, his eyes have an X on them and he tries to kill her. I'm pretty sure Liora wouldn't feel guilty about killing her demon brother who tried to shoot an arrow in her head, but she did and she cried for some reason.

And there are things called Peace Lilys that can bring somebody back to life but only bloom once ever blue moon.

Back at the palace Mist is confused and doesn't realise Crisp kissed her. They move on too quickly from that, and somehow Crisp has a shotgun. I don't know if it works like this, (it doesn't but I was 12 so it was plausible) but Crisp shoots a guard in the wrong position and it deflects from his armour right into her forehead, so she like shoots herself somehow.

I time-skipped to the moon where Crisp somehow awoke, Liora used the Peace Lily on Crisp instead of Faceless, (but if it was a blue moon, Mist was supposed to be visiting other planets? Why was she in her palace in the first place-)

Then some Queen came and was the one who took over the galaxy? I didn't write this lore down because it was too long but wtv.

So Queen Seraphine killed Liora in a short-ass battle. Then Crisp stabs Queen Seraphine and realises "oh shoot if I kill somebody from the royal family the area they're in blows up" I don't know how this works, or how Liora is even alive since this was what happened to Princess Mists parents during a battle.

There's like a timer or something and Crisp tells the Princess about the kiss when she had the gacha eye virus and then they kiss again not realising the urgency of "Oh shit we about to blow up on the moon" then some flying debris hits Mist in the head and she's unconscious. She was out for a week and they had set up a tent somewhere I don't know why the others didn't go off to save the world, but I think I implied in the lore that killing Queen Seraphina got rid of the X-Eye-Gacha curse.

They go back to the palace and all the residents of planets cheer for Mist even though she did nothing, everybody is happy and then it ends. I added extra lore on the end for some reason... This is it word for word...

Music that inspired this journal: (28/2/22)

Pages 1 - 20: Washing Machine Heart - Mitski

Pages 20 - 40: Princess Castle - Jazmin Bean

Pages 40 - 60: Space Song - Beach House

Pages 60 - 80: Bang Bang Bang Bang - Sohodolls

Pages 80 - current: Freakshow - Pukinloveee

... NAHHHH I cringed so hard reading all 'at.

Then I end with some random quote from Pinterest and that's all the pages in the journal.

Uh that's a lot of plot-holes but I needed to write all this down because my first OC lore was terrible...... reblog with your oc lore if you really want-

#this was a shitpost #oc lore #OC #LORE #OC lore #art #journal #beginner artist makes OC liore #this sucked ass #thanks for reading btw #journalling

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justaduckarts · 1 year ago

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May I ask what Pluto Initiative is about, and how it came to be?

Hello!

Of course!

Pluto Initiative is the story surrounding my DCA OC Pluto. People who have read Star Holder will be familiar with her, as I introduced her in that story before I put out Pluto's main story (oops).

I had seen many DCA and general FNAF OCs in the past and I got to thinking that I wanted to make my own. I initially just wanted to design one- I love designing characters- but as I started to put together her image I kept thinking about why she would look that way.

Why are her eyes mismatched? Well, because of the planet she's named for and because it matches my HC for Sun. Why is she purple? It was a design choice and one she's insecure about. Her outfit is red and cream and jester themed to match Sun's-

Why does she need to match Sun so much?

And from there things just kept developing. I really liked the idea of this character who was made to 'temporarily' replace Moon for naps. Someone nonhuman that Fazbear wouldn't have to worry about too much. If she was made of cheap, quickly swappable parts. After all, an animatronic is really just a bunch of code. It can be re-downloaded as many times as you need. Wipe the memories of the bad stuff and just keep putting her back on the floor. If Moon is smashing her to bits every night, at least they're not facing any new law suits, right?

Pluto's story is, at it's core, a story about learning that you don't need someone else to love you to be happy.

I really like exploring topics about AI and just how human they might be in the future. And I think that plays a big role in Pluto's story. The story starts pre- SB events and is canon divergent (so no Ruin).

The story is still intended to have a reader in it. And actually, the reader is on the team that built Pluto. They helped make her who she is.

This story isn't out right now and I don't know that it will be any time soon. It's very heavy and I didn't even touch on all the stuff with Eclipse or how the virus and post virus stuff has affected Sun and Moon. I kinda rambled fgvxhvfh I hope this answer helped though!

#justaduckarts answers #pluto initiative

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mushroom-for-art · 2 years ago

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SV Pokemon games trainer oc, say hello to Andy!

They have so much lore

Andy is a clone of a girl named Andrea who died after being the first victim of the missingno virus jumping species.

Missingno is a virus/parts of a larger undiscovered Pokemon unable to fully enter the Pokemon realm of existence, the parts that come through infect Pokemon trying to possess them to come through into their world.

Andrea's mother, the main professor on the missingno virus team had to examine and run tests on her deceased daughters tissue samples to find out how it crossed species to make sure her human team was safe and it wouldn't happen again. She suffered greatly from losing her daughter.

So in a desperate bid in deep mourning and grief she began cloning her daughters dna to bring her back, not knowing the missingno virus was also taken in the sample and had merged to her daughters dna. The other scientists tried to warn her that she may not come back the same...but she didn't listen.

Andy the clone of Andrea, was not like her predecessor. She wasn't good at piano or violin, she spoke different, she didn't know the nicknames Andrea constantly used for things, she acted differently not wanting to wear Andrea's favourite clothes. She questioned things, why she had to be on the schools sports team when she didn't enjoy it, why she must be friends with a childhood friend of Andreas who she claimed was unkindly (Andrea never complained of such a thing!), why she needed to dress up to impress people the professor knew. And it started to make Andrea's mother sick.

After Andy was caught going into Andrea's old room and reading her diary to try to learn who she was and how she should act, learning in the process that Andrea had not been as happy or oblivious to things as Andy first thought, the professor finally snapped sending that thing that looked like her daughter to Paldea far away and out of sight.

Being far away from home in a new region going to a new school with new people going through puberty alone and scared and stressed the missingno virus that laid dormant started to awaken giving rise to new problems and powers for Andy. She finds herself sometimes in far away places in Paldea after taking a tumble, items double in her student residence or physical possession unexpectedly, sometimes the area around her will alter to something different terrain becoming bumpy with jagged rocks or give way into mud, the worst is when her limbs grow and contort in inhuman ways it hurts before going to normal.

Whatever the missingno creature was it was powerful akin to a deity Pokemon like Palkia or Dialga. Andy just hopes that the problems go away. Yes Andy is in a sense here to rip on sv glitches. I got attached.

Fun fact Andys starting Pokemon was a Tinkatink as due to human error she didn't get the chance to get one of the canon starters. She had arrived early to receive one of the starters however was forgotten about and someone else received her starter as she was a 'no show'.

Unfortunately the person who got a starter instead of her was not a good person and got Fuecoco. He was incredibly abusive to Fuecoco and Andy tried for ages to get custody of Fuecoco but seeing as they'd always return to the jackasses side she couldn't do anything. It was only when as a Skeledirge and the trainer had had enough thinking them a massive disappointment "I wanted a fierce dragon crocodile! Not some stupid singing smuck!" that they told Skeledirge after kicking them aside that he didn't want them and to go crawl away to some pit to drown in.

Andy took in the weak battered Pokemon and has been taking care of them ever since giving them the nickname Lovette as it means loved little one due to them previously having an awful nickname from their old trainer and because Andy genuinely adores them and feels guilty had the human error not occurred she likely would've had Lovette from the start.

The abuse from her previous trainer has unfortunately left a mark on Lovette, all Andy can do is keep taking care of her and getting her confidence back hopefully enough to sing again someday. This is why Lovette looks so sad compared to the others, she will be okay in time.

Andy got Antwan by accident when she glitch teleported into area zero or wherever iron valiant spawn.

This was after being attacked by previously mentioned jackass trainer. Andy had found him half torturing a Smoliv and stepped in telling him to leave the poor thing alone as she hid it in her coat. When he'd argued that the Smoliv was HIS she quipped that he hadn't caught it so it wasn't. So trying to be a clever fucker he threw a pokeball to steal the Smoliv out of Andys arms. He had not anticipated Tinkatuff to crack the ball back at him with her bat so hard it bust his nose.

Hearing his friends laugh at him sent him into a fury sending out Bisharp and Crocalor to get Andy and her Tinkatuff, telling Bisharp specifically to hunt her down and maim her. A chase ensued and then a battle two vs one, Andy did what she could to instruct and protect her Tinkatuff but ultimately all she could do in the end was use her body to put a barrier between her partner and the relentless Bisharp.

It was a Crocalor who was forced to use fire fang lest be turned on that literally send them over the edge. It knocked them over the side of a cliff and as Andy tumbled using her body to cushion the fall for the injured Smoliv and her Tinkatuff she finally came to a stop in Area Zero. That's when Iron valiant came to investigate the intruders.

Antwan could've finished her off that day, he considered it but paused watching the injured human struggle and yet put herself between him and the two smaller injured ones. He'd originally assumed she'd hurt them but...hm. He decided to have mercy that day, something about how she was willing to risk her life for them resonated with him and he actually carried the limp human and her companions out of Area one and to get help.

He did not end up going back following this human insistently. Watching her attempt to return the small green one to the wild once it was healed and watching the green one refuse.

Antwan is, somewhat blade happy and is more than willing to pop out his blades twirling them wielding them like axes rather than a sharp duel ended spear at anyone he thinks remotely deserves slashing down. Andy thinks he weilds his blades differently due to his bigger size and stance to normal Iron valiant. Its very likely she is trying to stop him slashing someone in the image.

He didn't mind so much when Tinkatuff stole his extra metallic material, watching the odd beast bend and clank and melt it down into an obscenely large hammer. Though he is still careful of her.

Andy though struggling in school has pushed herself to take on many courses and training clubs! She wants to find out who Andy is, develop herself try to ignore the existential dread and hyperawareness of her individuality being questioned at every moment by everyone as she is a clone of someone else from seeping in, ignoring it ignoring it.

In the original sketch she actually had two extra patches from her clubs the ones present are Art Gang which is grafaiai Street art themed, Arts Club which is more painting and crafts, Math-lympics with the alakazam patch, a grass type patch as she took grass type care class for Smoliv, a Psychic type patch as she took psychic training and awareness sessions she ended up not fitting the psychic type criteria but as she partook she did still get the badge!, Chansey medic patch to show she's medically trained and can supply first aid and finally she has a tink-a-tinker club patch a club for tinkering with metal things to help her bond and understand her Tinkatink. Also a classic cow/Tauros abducted by aliens patch, I don't know if that's from a club or its just a funny I want to believe type thing she got though there might be a club for extraterrestrial and crytid investigation and I feel like she'd enjoy that.

Her extra unused patches would've been a sandwich with "Sandwich expert" written on the top and bottom bun as she likely has taken culinary classes and I couldn't think of anything interesting for that despite doing research and a Singathon Skeledirge bird microphone patch as she's taking singing lessons to help encourage Lovette to start singing again and also she finds singing her heart and lungs out rather cleansing. I imagine she has also taken dance lessons which would probably be Quaxley final evo themed cause hm does Andy like dance? The answer is no Andy doesn't like choreographed dance and she couldn't quite figure out interpretive dance but she does enjoy free dancing to music however she feels letting the moves just happen rather than prethinking.

She's figuring stuff out with some unknown horrors along the way classic coming of age story that any girl can relate to

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blankfairy · 2 months ago

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hello .. i know i just followed but i hope i am invited to the resident evil oc party 👀 i am going to yap under the cut. possible spoilers for my resident evil oc fics but at the same time i think i've already done that on this blog,

my MAIN original character, who i have had for just abought eight years now — though only within the last four years or so was converted for resident evil — is dr. finley "finn" bondevik, who has come SO far from where he once was. made worse, even. as a person of course.

finn is a trans man, born in 1972 in san francisco, the child of a wealthy, well-educated couple... and was slated to be taken by the umbrella corporation and integrated into the wesker project. he was kidnapped when he was just a few months old, but his mother and father put a TON of effort into publicizing his case to bring him back home. umbrella decided to use this as another facet of their experiment (and to polish up their public image) and supported finn's mother and father in their search. lo and behold, finn was 'found.'

as such umbrella has been with finn his ENTIRE life. they made a public thing out of their support, providing him with medical care, education, state-of-the-art prosthetics for his missing leg (congenital amputee), etc... he was clearly a prodigy from a young age and umbrella only uplifted him. they silently encouraged his poor habits when it became clear something was. not right about him (dissecting roadkill, cutting open his arm to 'see what was inside'). and when his mother died when he was eight (influenza) and his father blamed him for it, finn fell harder into the arms of the scientists who had loved and supported him so.

got his ph.d. at fifteen just like birkin, immediately hired by umbrella. of course. placed with a scientist named dr. o'deorain. she was. a poor influence. he picked up smoking from her. after a disagreement about a particular medication/virus/can't think of the word right now, he decided to inject himself in the arm he'd cut open when he was young, hoping it would repair the muscle/nerve damage. it did not. his arm was amputated. the right side of his face was permanently scarred. he blamed it on o'deorain and he never heard from her again. alex wesker saw him in the hospital and he came to see her as his sort of 'case worker.'

finn bounced around between mentors a bit because he's such a reckless, stubborn shithead but found his place with dr. william birkin! they hit it off and so for a few years he was at the arklay facility, then nest. also had a brief relationship with albert wesker, unfortunately for him. and met my partner's oc dimitri vikhrov who's ubcs!

worked on g's uses as a bioweapon at nest. created the g-hunters as well as the revenants. began an illicit relationship with william birkin in 1994, which would later become romantic. got insanely tired of working on g because it was being so difficult for him, while it seemed william was having so much luck,, felt bitter and used and stagnated because will wouldn't listen to his concerns/complaints. this started to come to a head in july 1998.

this period of time is what i'm writing a whole fanfic about but basically: the dichotomy of finn's loyalty to umbrella and his love for william. umbrella treating him as the next in a long line of betrayals: marcus, mentor to william, killed, his research given to will; william, mentor to finn... you know how it goes. their relationship falls apart as finn struggles between the company that raised him, that wants him to be the best he can be, and the man he loves so intensely it may as well just be obsession. in the end, william still ends up half dead. finn injects him with the g-virus, then devil. he lives. their relationship does not. and finn also gets his only good ankle ripped apart by a half-mutated licker.

uhhhh yap yap yap THEY EVENTUALLY DO COME BACK TOGETHER. they're both so awful that they really have no one else to turn to. raccoon trials, they get taken into the custody of simmons, william is a valuable resource for both the g-virus and information... sometime in 2006, after the raid on the spencer mansion, finn discovers he's part of project w and that WILLIAM KNEW (not the full extent. but still). he was supposed to infect him with the prototype virus in '98, but after finding out it was KILLING other subjects, decided not to. but finn has survived worse, hasn't he? they stay together, and finn, in his delusion that after that they can survive anything and should be together forever, steals william's blood and cultivates a version of the g-virus for himself. he infects himself. william is rightly aggrieved. finn doesn't understand. properly delusional!

i don't have a lot monumentally for him after that other than they STILL are together in the 'present,' because sunk cost fallacy and all that. finn aids in research after the dulvey incident. accompanies chris in romania and ends up just. having the worst time ever. but survives. what can you do, y'know?

oh! and sometime in the mid 2010's he finds out... he has a daughter.

that daughter is SAMSA WESKER, who is the biological child of him and albert wesker. there is a whole explanation to how tf he didn't know, but the gist is she was grown in a test tube. infected with the prototype virus in-vitro. successfully adapted and born february 19th, 1991. she was named by her aunt (who i headcanon to be albert's twin), alex, for the samsa family in kafka's metamorphosis.

she was a prodigy, just like her fathers. i like to compare her to an animal taught how to be human, because the t-virus really did fuck up her behavior. she was brought up in laboratories and high-class mansions, sitting at dinner tables with lord oswell spencer, sergei vladmir, and alex. proper manners. proper business. manipulation, perceptive listening skills, etc. still there's still smthn very not right about her and it's easy to see that.

in the early 2000's, after the fall of umbrella i think?? alex introduced her to her father, who took a quick liking to her because he saw her as an extension of himself rather than her own person. she knew this and associated with him anyways. she didn't love him, or anything; she doesn't love anything or anyone, but it was mutually beneficial. she grew up with him and alex, skirting back and forth and placating the dying lord spencer from time to time. i know she sparred a fuck ton with her dad. spent many formative years with alex on seim island and learned how to speak russian.

wesker infected her with uroboros at some point, i think maybe when she was 16-17 or so? because if the virus successfully took to her, infected with the t-virus, it would take to him, too, wouldn't it? we all saw what happened to him in re5 though, so... no. after wesker's death she lived full-time on seim island with alex. came to be known as 'alex wesker's attack dog,' because she was 6'2", muscled, and alex was fond of using her to infect/off anyone who she deemed deserving. for all of samsa's efforts to push alex away from the 'mind transfer' route of immortality, revelations 2 went about the same.

so, trapped on seim island with a bunch of mutated monsters, dying islanders, and her own aunt now freakishly changed into a vindictive, paranoid beast of impulse, samsa went a little crazy!! without a proper food source to keep up with the crazy fast metabolism the t-virus AND uroboros gave her, she became kind of. animalistic. did her best to keep her mind about her — she had a breakthrough about herself as an animal vs as a human, but still held her sanity in high regard. she was like the infected inhabitants who did not attack her, starving, acting on instinct... but she could still think. she was a monster, but not mindless.

then barry burton showed up. and remember that russian guy, dimitri, i mention? he was there too! samsa tried to fool them into thinking she was just an inhabitant (her russian wasn't sharp enough), then a scientist. but they could tell something was. VERY off about her. she proved them right when she used uroboros to save natalia-alex from an infected or something,, was taken into custody by the bsaa when they all got off the island.

i'm not entirely sure what her future holds for her at this moment but she is patient (we are waiting for resident evil 9 to be released). she has this intense curiosity about finn, much to his dismay, and spends a lot of time with the aforementioned dimitri. they have some fun parallels (her, nonhuman taught to be human; him, human taught to be nonhuman).

there's also me attempting to adapt an asoiaf oc to resident evil (who is finn's SON), who would have been created in a similar way to samsa, only instead somehow ... sold as an embryo to mother miranda ... and infected with the mold ... ? i'm not entirely sure yet but he's a ghostly boy who has haunting visions of the past and future and can possess humans and animals alike. could be fun as an addition to the lords. so desperate for attention and love, latching on to miranda... but he's not as 'gross' as moreau so she's like. damn. alright. i guess you can do some grunt work around my lab and keep an eye on the villagers for me.

if taken in by the bsaa post village, would probably end up manipulated by his half-sister like in asoiaf all the same. it's fine though. he's happy as long as he's being afforded attention in some way or another.

anywaysss that's it!! thank you for letting me yap... i need to think about my re girlies more because i just love them so much...

hello everyone im a curious little fella today, and today i want to see you all yap about your resident evil ocs. give me the LORE!!! give me the DESCRIPTIONS!!!! TELL ME EVERYTHING!!!!! i love hearing abt peoples ocs and i am an oc x canon enthusiast. go nuts, i will listen to every detail :3

#resident evil #resident evil oc #oc: finley bondevik #oc: samsa wesker #oc: trystan waters

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dailyunstableeve · 1 year ago

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Under the Spell

Chapter (6/9)

Miguel O'Hara x My oc (Eve)

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A week has passed since the event.

Miguel turned back into that stone cold person again.

The person he love, gone in front of his eyes again.

At least this time he gets to host a funeral that has the body. Unlike her daughter.

Miguel continued his work, a tragedy happened but it didn't stop him from keeping the multiverse safe.

Ding~

An email was sent to Miguel, but he didn't even want to open it.

At the end, the email opened itself, taking over the whole screen. Miguel tries to turn it off but it wouldn't.

"Miguel."

Miguel was stunned, he was about to call for Lyla but the familiar voice stopped him from thinking anything else.

"Don't call Lyla okay? I just want to tell you something, just yourself."

Eve's face is playing on the screen, the look of her face, she's stressed, panicked.

"When the email is sent to you, it'll sort of insert a temporary virus, a program that I've made myself, once this message is done playing, the virus would disappear itself too," Eve starts to explain.

"Mi Amor," Miguel looked at her face, the happy moment with Eve, appearing in his mind.

"I'm not from this universe Miguel, you could be asking if I weren't from here, why didn't I glitch? I'm actually thinking the same thing too, but I came up with a theory, it's because my magic allows me to not glitch, here are the cell images I managed to get when I was getting tested."

Images appeared, there's no cells glitching, in fact they were protected by something, maybe it's the magic.

"I was from the universe you destroy, back in my universe, I was a test subject, projected to kill with the winter soldier, no one knows my true identity, not even my family. That day I was heading back home after a mission, it was my birthday, I was supposed to get a day off after that night but I didn't."

Eve took a long sigh, she looked at the camera, she's thinking back that day, the day she lost her family.

"I got home, the candles were lit, but the moment I blew it, everyone disappeared. I panicked at first because my wish was to be forever with my family, but now they're gone, puff, disappeared. I rushed out of my house, knocking on the neighborhood's door, no one responded at all. Everyone, including my family is gone, the whole universe, only left me. I slowly realized that I was surrounded by darkness, a void. No echoes, no light, I can't even see my hands unless I use my magic."

"I was devastated, I had questions but there's no answers, so I asked my magic to bring me somewhere, that I could see my family again. When I see the light again, I rush my way towards my house, but when I get there, it's a graveyard? So I took a scroll around the graveyard, and found my family's name, on the tombstones. They are indeed here, but just not alive anymore. I was lost, so lost."

Eve starts to cry, Miguel tries to reach towards it to wipe her tears but it's just a screen, he can't do anything.

"So I turn to the group of people who created me, the Red Room and Hydra. Of course this universe they don't know me, the Ashby in this world, doesn't have me, so I gave them the offer, put my name in this universe Ashby's, I'll do all the dirty work for them. Everything changed, the moment they told me my mission is you, they believe you have some information that could be their new weapon to conquer the world, the knowledge of the Multiverse."

"I didn't bring them that the whole time but tomorrow, which is our one year, they will make me get it. Once an obedient dog stops obeying, they would use their cruel ways to let the dog obey again. So, if tomorrow anything bad happens, forgive me for that. And the Mafia gangs, they are just the underlings for the Red Room and Hydra, they fail their job and it'll automatically become my mission to end them. Just as you're watching this, all data about Hydra and the Red Room will be sent everywhere, they won't even have the time to defend themselves or get away from it. Here's a request from me, it's alright if you can't do it but, once Hydra and the Red Room are down, go find those victims that were used for their experiment, I'll have the list attached to this email. Help them, they are victims like me, once it's down, they have nowhere to go."

"Even if this whole year was a mission, I can't help it to really fall in love with you Miguel. Your face really made me skip a beat when I look at it, because gosh, I have never seen such a handsome face before. Behind that handsome face is also a gentleman. If there were other woman sees your face, I bet they would want you like I did as well, well not in the mission type, just the crush type," Eve chuckled, "and the reason I started to show up more at the HQ, wasn't for what I'll do tomorrow, I just want to spend time with you, and during that period of time, I did talk to them that I wanted out and they told me tomorrow will be my last mission, after tomorrow, I'll be free."

"I'm sorry Miguel, for everything I'll do tomorrow. Since you got this email, I guess it didn't end well then. I love you Miguel, thank you for everything."

The video ended with Eve smiling, and Miguel has his control back over his system. News about Hydra and the Red Room pops up everywhere, the whole world is talking about it. On the American news channel, Eve's face is on it. On the news, they thank Eve for helping them destroy their world's greatest enemy, and let the world continue with Peace.

Miguel looked at Eve's face once more, put on his Spider Man suit, and finally walked out of his office.

"No, that's not how it should be."

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lokishivaze · 1 year ago

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My DeviantArt days were full of learning from negative and positive events.

I wish to clear the air for some of the negatives.

I saw a few fox artists, foxes are one of my favorite animals and I decided to join fox loving groups so I can share my love for foxes with others who are in the same boat. Drama then started and I was accused of a lot of things which were unintentional on my part. I didn't realize what I was doing wasn't the right thing. I also tried to fit into the furry fandom. Heck, I made a fursona. Her name was Raika and she has not been drawn in forever. I've been told my stuff was sub-par, I was accused of tracing and being an art thief which I never was. Like every fandom, there were trolls in it as well. I was even called one which I am not. I am an art appreciator. I was then told I can't favorite things that some have favorited, I can't be in the same groups they're in. I have more than one favorite animal. My number 1 favorite animal is the horse. It has always been that way since I was little. Were some of my reactions and actions not the best, absolutely. No doubt in my mind. Some were unintentional, some were not, but I learned and moved along. Heck, some have been still accusing me and reporting me constantly trying to get me permanently banned.

Then there's the Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler fandom. Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler has gotten me through something. I had a stomach virus and I honestly was having a really bad time since I rarely get sick. Even though I was throwing up and confined to my residence, Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler was RIGHT THERE, ready for me to watch, which I did and hearing J. Michael Tatum's Sebastian Michaelis just really helped ease me in terms of not focusing on this stomach virus I had. A bit later on down the road, I created a Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler OC. She was different from other OCs in the fandom due to the timeline, what happened to her and she isn't shipped with ANY Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler characters, not even Sebastian, the Black Butler himself, because I knew that tons of people have done that already and I didn’t want to go down that path. Despite some people assuming and/or thinking she was shipped with Sebastian, I kept to my rules and made the relationship between my OC and Sebastian Butler to Master, Teacher to Student and Fatherly Figure and Daughter. Like every fandom, drama was there, I tried to avoid confrontation, but alas, I was accused of sucking up to artists, trying to get free art, etc. I was even accused of one-upping someone else's OC due to me submitting my OC after their's was posted in groups of the fandom. I am in so many groups, it's hard for me to keep track if certain pieces were in there or not. And for someone to say that one constantly throws up every time they saw my OC, that's exaggerating. Also, people in that fandom wanted to be in their own little isolated cliques especially around a certain ship and to me, that is really isolating and hurtful to those who make the effort of trying to say hello despite them not feeling comfortable doing it or being shy. I know I am for a fact. I may not look it on the outside, but I keep it all in. I'm neutral when it comes to Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler ship pairings. There was even a time where someone stated on a piece I traded something for that they wouldn't be drawing any Black ButlerxOC pieces for anyone anymore, which I can respect, but then they said in a replied comment on my piece that stated, "Oh, I'll still draw this for you, them, them and them" and that's what honestly hurts. If you want to only do that for certain people, note them instead of making a public comment reply on someone's piece because someone is just bound to see it. That's what saddened me. Not to mention someone else said on a different piece, "Ooooh since your OC, isn't impressed with their OC, I wonder what they think of mah OC," That's just a little not nice. When I posted a forum stating that I was looking for commissions, but was looking for specific things, a Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler example was one of the specific requirements. Because that series helped me so much that an example from the series represented trust. I didn't wish to make a gamble on one who didn't have the specific examples I was looking for and it isn't something to take personally. I still LOVE Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler to this day, but I have also moved on to other interests.

The forums on DeviantArt were both good and bad in some ways. I listed specific requirements like a specific budget I would prefer to be in that range as well as due to being taken from in the past. The commission I wish to get involved a series that has helped me through a difficult time and I didn't want to gamble on someone not having examples from that certain series. Hence why I also asked for examples from that specific series. Some people didn't really read what I was looking for carefully and just posted whatever they wanted and say "I can do this." I even said that an example from a certain series could be a sketch or a doodle. I have also stated that it was written on my post clearly that I am looking for certain things. Yes, I have looked at forum posts and commented on them without reading everything carefully. That's my bad. Now, I have been criticized of wanting to see specific examples from a certain series and one user did this and then listed their commission sheet which had no examples from said series, not to mention that the commissions were out of my budget range. My forum post was then posted on an artist commission group journal and I would get comments from users who are in that group and get criticized even more. A senior on DA who was also a member of that group blocked me. My forum post was removed from the group journal thank goodness, but the person who put my post there in the first place also blocked me which I never asked to happen. Someone tried to rope me into signing a contract when they didn't provide me one specific example that I put down as a requirement. An artist who labeled themselves as a professional came on to my forum and replied to one of my replies and called me profanity names and used profanity on me which to me, is FAR from professional in my eyes. That honestly hurt. If the company, Riot can ask for specific art examples from candidates, why can't an individual do that when they're looking to commission something? Someone who I used to follow on DA said to me that I don't appreciate the time and effort artists do on every piece. They said this because I had a set budget and I wouldn't be able to purchase what I'd like to get done. This would have to do with additional characters costing extra. I respect that more than one character would cost more, but that doesn't mean I have to commission them despite my budget requirement. I clearly state my budget requirement on my forum posts.

There are still fandoms that I am well-connected in today and I wouldn't trade any of those for the digital realm!

The Anime and Video Game fandoms where I know people in real life from as well as on DA, Instagram and such.

The Fantasy fandom that has my friends, Grimmi, Geekgirl8, Maria, Pumkinkiller777, Jack, Kita, Sleepy, Iruka, TheNobles, onenerdtwonagas, Bellawella, Taylor, Konnichibot (BFF IRL), CrystalHannah (BFF IRL), NuclearZombie, AnimeMangaBerserker, Nessa and many other friends and artists who draw Nagas, Hypnosis, OCs, Fantasy, etc.

The Is It Love? fandom is the fandom where I met a bestie of mine, Victoria. It was via the IIL RP. I love and care about her to pieces.

The RP/Motionless In White fandom where I kept up with Victoria as well as made some new friends like Cass and an admin behind a Magnus Bane RP account and in all honesty, I'm very grateful for being in that clique.

The Marvel Loki fandom is another that I feel I'm starting to fit into. The majority of who I've been talking to have been kind and understanding to me. This wretched wretched pandemic was a spark to what got me to re-awaken my love for Loki. I loved Loki when I watched Thor The Dark World back in 2014. Tom Hiddleston and the Loki Series helped me through this fricked up pandemic. It was ready for me to watch and it helped me to keep my sanity up. It was also an aid to help me take the smiley face mask off and finally say, "No, I'm not okay. I'm not okay at all." My love for Tom and Loki connected me to fans and artists who love to draw the characters. I even met a couple at a convention or two when it was okay for conventions to happen again. My love for Loki is up so much, that whenever I post about looking for commissions on Instagram (Which didn't get a lot of bites), Tumblr (also didn't get a lot of bites) and Twitter (Twitter, I will honestly never do again), I list the same requirements as I did when looking for Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler commissions on DeviantArt. That's how much I love Loki and I am not willing to commission someone who doesn't have the specific examples I'm looking for. A Loki example done by the artist who is offering a service to me represents trust. When I did a search on Twitter, the majority of what I got were those who didn't read, tried to push to get money out of me and sent me Loki examples that were AI or done by another artist and not by them. That to me is honestly disgusting and it just backs me away from doing anything else with said person, especially if I'm looking for a specific style and all they show me are examples of a different style that I'm not interested in.

I am still alive and on DeviantArt. I'm more active on other platforms. It has been quite the learning experience for me.

#loki comfort

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aquillis-main · 2 years ago

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Why can't you guys just let IDW Sonic be different from game Sonic? Seems like a lot of issues you all have with the comic in general stems from a need for it to be accurate to the games. My relationship with the Sonic series improved dramatically when I stopped caring about having my hyperspecific expectations catered to.

It sold itself as a 'story after Sonic Forces', ergo, it has to follow the characterizations that the games have of these characters. There's too many side stories/alternate universe stories of Sonic already, one that actually followed off from the games would be much more fascinating to see, wouldn't you think?

On top of this, wouldn't it make you more invested if the characters actually acted the way the games portrayed the characters, right down to how they would deal with a zombie virus arc? By being halfway between 'Actual Game-like depiction of Sonic the Hedgehog' and 'Archie Sonic 2.0', where the latter is overtaking the former, IDW Sonic is currently appesing only a fringe group of people that remember Archie, are devoted to Ian Flynn as a person to say 'Fuck SEGA' at, and is losing people by the dozen, eventually spiraling to cancellation because they can no longer keep production when it is not drawing enough eyeballs anymore - with it's atrociously long arcs, it's need to use OCS over actual game characters will cause it to fade into obsurity instead of being remembered at all.

I'm literally typing this a bit buzzed, but the jist of my point is that you can't use gimmicks to keep an audience that doesn't actually care about the franchise that the comic is named after. Eventually, that audience will go away, and never come back. And what audience is left, will not feel interested because they have been lied to too many times, and feel they will be lied to again.

#Aquillis Answers #Shady Guy #Anti IDW Sonic

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shiocreator · 3 years ago

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So uh

I have an AU now,, for inscryption, and my OC- I also wrote a thing for how it began, might make art based on what I wrote later,,-

This has some small spoilers I think so beware, also this would take place after the events of the game's ending,

sorry if it's not written well I'm still a beginner!

It had been, quite a day alright, for Scarlette Young. First, she broke her laptop and almost even her phone, and NOW she's drenched from the rain because she didn't get an umbrella. Lovely. Great. Best day, EVER. She heaves a sigh, the lady who just left the transit heads straight towards a run down looking building, and walks with a brisk pace towards her room, to change into dryer clothing and then dig out the old computer that her father had given to her before she moved out, since he didn't need it anymore.

WildCard: The Stoat's Game

After some time, and digging through the bin under her bed, she feels something "Ah! There it is!" She pulls out an ancient laptop, according to her father, well actually she forgot what he mentioned, but she'll remember at some point right? "Now then, let's see if this thing can run anything." She mumbles to herself.

After some much needed small maintenances, she finally had a temporary working computer for work. Unfortunately, one thing lead to another, "Hm, oh, what's this? It looks- these card games? I knew pa was a fan of solitaire but this is- huh." Scarlette sits, pondering why this webpage seemed a bit, off to her. A faint tick of a memory reappeared to her as she thought how old this forum was, "Hmm, oh yeah, pa did mention old stuff being on here. Guess he just ran a forum for cards before tossing the computer...?"

"Guess I didn't know much about his interests before hand, think I'll ask him about this later." Now intrigued, she searches through the old thing, hoping to learn more about her father's past interest. She found card games mentioned called "Cowardly Whistles" "Insomnia", blah blah etc. etc., the one the piqued her interest was a a card game called "Inscryption", she didn't know why or how it did, but, it just seemed more interesting to her than the others.

While scrolling through the forum in the inscryption area, she found something... Odd. It was like a pop-up ad, it was hard to read for the most part but didn't seem like it's supposed to be here. "Does... does that say 'Inscryption'?? I wouldn't think anyone would make a digital version of a card game no one knows about... Hmm..." As she looked closer at it, she couldn't help but think it read as if it was begging to be downloaded in the smaller words she could read? She saw the word "please" a lot at least.

It could and most likely is just a virus, false promise of a game. But, she was curious... She wanted to see if this was really a game she could play. Either way, she could always just work from her phone if necessary, she's done it before. Before she knew it, she clicked it, and now, even if she wanted to change her mind, it seemed too late.

It seems this truly was a virus, and she played right into it's trap. She could only click okay, not even an x button was visible, and when she tried to reset the computer her subconscious wouldn't let her even turn it off that way, because what if it wouldn't turn on again? So, she did a dumb thing. She clicked, okay.

And it downloaded from there. Morbid curiosity filled her as she watched the bar tick up, downloading the virus of a game. She could just unplug the aged laptop that will die if unplugged to stop it, but she was intrigued now, "Why make an ad about a card game no one knows about...?" A knot of defeat and the sure consequences of her actions locked in her chest, until.

A game screen came on, with the title name of, "Inscryption". Guess it was fine? After all, why would a virus already downloaded to one's computer act like a video game, having a title screen and all.

Scarlette stayed quiet, and then after thinking for awhile, a mutter of "Why not, not like its gonna kill me any more than this dumb laptop has." And she clicked to start the game, entering it with a pair of eyes staring at her from the darkness, and the voice behind them, seemed genuinely...

Confused?

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alpineglowx · 3 years ago

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I'll Do The Same {Din Djarin x OC} Chapter Eighteen: Signal

pairing: din djarin x female oc

warnings: none, but some sweet fluff!!

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This was beginning to happen a lot.

Waking up suddenly in strange places, surrounded by new things.

But for once, it was calm.

Thell looked around first without moving her head, letting her eyes scan the room. She was in some circular hut made of wooden posts and composed of straw and branches. There was a single window above her head, letting in wisps of fresh air that soothed her soul.

Her mind was still foggy, the events of the past week muddling into one. When she was barely conscious, she could see kind brown eyes hovering over her, pouring water onto her lips. Sometimes, when she could barely see in the night, she heard tromping around in the hut and heard soft talking. But it wasn't English, and Thell didn't recognize any of the words.

It felt like that lasted that way for days, falling in and out of consciousness before waking up in pain all over again. Sometimes she felt soft caresses on her head, like Din used to do, before realizing that the gnarled hands were brown and wrinkled, and the woman tending to her was the one who found her, half dead in the woods. The pain would last for hours, trickling up and down her body like a virus. When it finally did go away, she was too exhausted to do anything but pass out.

It felt like she had lived a lifetime before she could finally wake up properly, and feel able enough to sit up. Thell only hurt when she rose, her bones cracking as she pushed herself to sit up. Her body felt heavy and as if she had been sleeping for years. A course blanket covered her legs on the straw mat she had been sleeping on, and tan bandages wrapped on her upper arm where she had been shot. There was one on her wrist, too, where the drug had been injected. Where her vambrace had been-

She shot up, throwing the blanket off and stumbling off the bed, crashing to the wooden floor immediately. She grunted, hissing in pain while trying to stand up sideways.

The doorway, covered by a small blanket, waved open, and in walked a woman just a few years older than her, black hair streaming to her waist and soft brown eyes. Thell looked up at her from the floor, hair hanging in front of her eyes.

"... where am I?" Thell croaked. She flinched subconsciously as the woman neared her, and she seemed to notice immediately, drawing away and opening her hands.

"I... I'm sorry, I feel so out of sorts," Thell mumbled, pressing a hand to her head. "Everything's so muddled right now... my vambraces, where are they?"

But when she looked back at the woman, she was only staring blankly at her. Thell groaned and pointed to her arm.

"My armor. Do you know where my armor is?" She asked, patting her forearms.

The woman put a finger up, saying something softly before rushing back out of the house. Thell sighed, leaning back on her hands.

There wasn't much in the small house beside the mat she had been sleeping on, and shelves lined with other baskets and herbs. Medicinal supplies, it looked like.

From her spot on the floor, she could see her tunic and outerwear crumpled in a heap on the top shelf. Whoever had dressed her wounds had left her in her undershirt, a simple black shirt without sleeves that hung loose across her hips. Her brown pants seemed unharmed, except for the small charred spot where the electrocution rod had stung her. The memory surged through her like it was happening all over again, and Thell squeezed her eyes shut, trying to slow her breath before she freaked out again.

Turning sideways, Thell clung to the mat as she pushed herself to her feet, lazily grabbing her belongings from the shelf. She had just found her vambraces, to her greatest relief, when the curtain moved out of the corner of her vision.

Thell stumbled back, falling into a corner filled to the brim with baskets. They poked at her skin, but the fear she felt was overwhelming. It was the same woman from earlier, and the older woman who had come to her in the woods. Her breathing lessened, just slightly, before she sank against the baskets. They approached slowly, offering their hands so Thell could heave herself up.

"Thank you," she whispered, knowing they wouldn't understand anyway. She brushed off her undershirt, swallowing hard as their eyes flickered over her's. She was still shaky from the surprise intrusion, which bothered her. Had she always been like this? What had that drug done to her?

They stared back at her with wandering, curious eyes, and Thell shrank back.

"Um... does anyone here speak English?" She asked, to which they stared back at her. "English? Anyone?"

They seemed to finally understand the one word, but the looks on their faces and the shakes of their heads that they gave told Thell enough. She sighed, resting one hand against the wall as she tried to think. She needed to figure out a way to communicate with them, to see if they had a signal that could reach the Mandalorian, or anyone else she knew for that matter.

"A droid!" She exclaimed, turning back towards them. "Do you have a droid?" She mimicked droid sounds, even trying to show with her hands what she meant. The younger woman took her hand, leading her out of the hut and into the sunshine outside.

It was bright, brighter than Thell remembered, and she heard laughter. Actual laughter. It felt like years, decades since she had heard that sound from anyone. There were kids running at her feet, playing with balls or chasing each other through the village. The village itself was large, with towering houses made from wood and stone, but no electricity that Thell could see. Everywhere she passed by, people were laughing, bantering with one another or eating food.

She couldn't believe her eyes; it seemed too good to be true after all she had been through... how long had she really been there, anyway?

Thell was still limping, but the immediate pain of her injuries seemed to have subsided, and the woman led her with her arm looped in her's. She wanted to cry at the gentle touches, compared to the anger and violence she had been shown at the base. She could see bruises along her arms and ankles where she had been thrown, a testament to what she had endured. She couldn't let her gaze linger long though, because it only made her relieve those memories.

And every loud sound, every children's cry that turned out to be playful, caused her to flinch. She would shrink back against the woman holding her arm, leading her through the village. Someone walked right past her shoulder and she had to hold in a shriek. Her heart was pounding and she had no idea why.

What in Kriff is wrong with me?

But the small gang of droids that the woman led her to were her saving grace. The woman said something in that language she didn't recognize, and they all seemed to congregate around her, whirring excitedly. Thell fell softly to her knees, exhaling deeply. They all seemed to be in good working condition, despite the mud that caked their legs and the faded paint jobs.

A red R3 unit scooted up close to her, whirring a string of beeps.

"Oh, gosh," Thell breathed. "You have no idea how happy I am to see someone like you."

She raised her hand to smooth it over the metal top of the droid. She had always liked droids, having grown up with several in Darand's household. It was the only other language she was fluent in.

"Please, um... thank these people for me, and for their hospitality. They saved my life."

The R3 unit swiveled his capped head to the group of people beginning to stand around her, whistling a series of beeps. Thell felt several people's eyes on her, heard the soft murmuring of the crowd. The young woman was still beside her, and patted her gently on the shoulder.

"I... I need to find a way to reach a Mandalorian," Thell spoke to the droid. "Or, or someone. Anyone I know. Uh... can you radio in to Nevarro? Or are we too far?"

The R3 unit hummed softly, an affirmation in their language that made Thell smile, actually smile.

"Okay... uh." Thell ran a hand through her hair. "Just radio in. I don't know. The main town should do.... Kriff, I hope this works."

The R3 unit beeped excitedly, and Thell could only watch in wonder as several of the villager's children ran off and returned with a single, large antenna and attaching it to the droid's head. The orb on his head blinked red, then yellow, then a bright blue as he whirred, rocking on his little feet. Thell's heart raced, hoping desperately that somehow she could reach Cara and Karga.

There was a crackling sound that emitted from the R3 unit, one that sounded like she was beginning to reach them. She heard small sounds of wonder emanate from the people, who had moved back a few feet to give her space.

Thell raised her hand to the droid, right over where the speaker sat.

"Please, please work," she begged under her breath.

A long silence ensued, and Thell had nearly given up until she heard a familiar female voice.

"Hello? Who is this?"

Thell pushed her hand against the droid, tears building in her eyes at the sound of her friend's voice. "Cara! Cara, it's me! It's Thell!"

"Thell?" Cara answered, her voice crackling and distant through the speaker. "What are you doing? How'd you call in?"

Thell exhaled, slumping forward. "It's a long story, Cara, but I need your help. I was with Mando," she explained, catching herself before she spoke Din's actual name. "And we got separated. I got sent to this Empire base with Grogu but we got split up... I need your help, please!"

"Kriff, slow down, kid, slow down. Are you alright?"

Thell paused, wondering that herself. "I... I'm okay. I'm safe right now. But I don't know where I am. I woke up by a river, and these people took me in and cared for me... But the kid's gone. I don't know where he is."

Cara was silent on the other end for a long time before she spoke again. "What's your plan?"

"I... I don't know how to contact Din, and I thought..." her voice broke. "I thought that if I called you it might work, and thank Kriff it did... I need you to reach him for me."

"I'll do you one better."

Thell blinked. "What? What do you mean?"

"I'll patch him through. Hold on just a sec, kid."

Thell's heart pumped, and she could feel her arms trembling against the droid. All had but gone silent around her, the easy song of birds the only thing that filled her ears.

That was until the static changed to a higher pitch, and then went flat. On the other end, through endless amounts of static, she could hear him.

"Thell?"

Hearing his voice sounded like home, and Thell swore that if she didn't truly love him before, she did now.

"Din?!" She nearly shouted into the speaker.

He sounded breathless."Kriff, it's good to hear your voice. I've been looking for you for two weeks," she heard him say on the other end. "Are you okay? Are you safe?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," she lied. If she was honest with herself, she wasn't okay. In actuality, she wondered if she was worse off then she thought.

And two weeks? She knew it had been long... but not that long. How long had she been in the Empire base, or even the village for that matter? How long since she had last seen Grogu?

"Where are you?" He asked.

"I, I don't know, some forest planet in a village," Thell stuttered. "No one speaks English here, I don't know the name. Theres droids here but I don't think the planet has a name."

"What do the people look like? Are there any significant landmarks around you?"

Thell's eyes darted around the landscape, to the people hovering around her.

"Uh.... nothing really, some ruins, mostly just forests and a river. They have dark skin, and purple tattoos on their faces. Kind of rural but their village is advanced."

"... I know where you are. I'm coming now. Is the kid okay?"

Thell's heart stopped, and she paused, bracing her hand against the droid as she sobbed. Several of the people around her made worried noises.

"Thell, what's wrong?" He sounded desperate. "Answer me."

"He... He's gone," she cried, digging her forehead into her hand. "I think he's still alive but we got separated. I tried, I tried so hard, Din."

He was silent for so long she thought they had lost the connection, but on the other end she heard labored breathing.

"Din?" She asked quietly.

"I'll be there in a few hours," he said, and the line went silent. The R3 unit whirred softly as Thell slumped, digging her face into her hands and sobbing. She felt the few people crowd around her, touching her shoulders gently before helping her back to her feet. The older woman from before had her arm looped around her's, patting gently and smiling with such great warmth towards her.

She sat with the woman, relaxing in the warm sunlight, not talking but getting to know her just the same. Thell let the sun warm her back, soothing her injuries for the time being. There was only so much the healer of the village could do while she waited. She waited and watched the children in the village and ate strange colored broth that made her sick to her stomach.

She only heard the familiar whirr of the Razor Crest entering the atmosphere as the sun was setting. The golden sun cast rays of pink and orange, reflecting off the metal of the ship. It circled in on the village, descending just beyond the treeline.

Legs trembling, Thell rose to her feet, hand braced against the old women's arm. She felt her tug on her, just softly to get her attention. Thell looked back at her, at the deep amber eyes that told so much. She raised a hand, pressing a finger to her lips and then onto Thell's forehead. She blinked, wanting to understand the gesture but knowing she couldn't ask even if she tried. Instead, she dipped her head, offering the woman a kind smile and squeezing her hand.

She led Thell out into the wide crowd of people whose direction was locked where the Razor Crest had landed. The old woman guided her through the throng, the villagers separating and looking at her in wonder while she limped closer. The woman brought her to an open spot in the crowd, where she could look out beyond the lines of houses and barriers of trees.

As soon as she saw him, even the small glint of Beskar in the forest, Thell dashed towards him with one last glance at the woman who had taken care of her. One hand clutching the bruise on her side, she stumbled past the villagers, gently pushing them out of the way.

"Kriff... Mando!" Thell called, remembering to use his fake name.

She shoved past the few remaining stragglers, pain screaming at her from her wounds and bruises, her eyes blurring. She ran harder, breath coming in painful pants as she limped to her Mandalorian. She had just come out into the clearing where she could see him clearly, sprinting towards her. Pain shot up her leg, and she tripped, hands smacking against dirt. Wincing, she heaved herself up, just as Din came running towards her.

The pressure of the Beskar hitting her own chest would leave a bruise, she was sure of it, but it didn't compare to the joy and safety she felt being reunited with him. Upon impact, he nearly threw her sideways, colliding with her so hard she had to dig her heels into the ground. Thell collapsed against him, her arms trembling from the effort it took to keep herself wrapped against him. Sobbing, she clawed at his shoulders, fingers squeezing his tunic as they both dropped to their knees. For moments, her shaking arms threatened to let go, but the hold around her back was secure, and he tugged her closer across his knees. He was even stronger than she remembered, cradling her head with one arm while the other hung across her back. She could feel the lip of his helmet dig into her hairline as she pushed her face into the tunic on his collarbone.

"I, I was so scared, Din-"

He sounded like he had been to hell and back. "It's okay."

She shook against him, feeling him squeeze her tighter. "I-I thought you had been killed, I thought something had gone wrong."

"Thell," Din said softly beside her. "It's okay. I have you."

She suddenly leaned back, letting her hands rest against the Beskar steel of his helmet. She had never wished so badly to see his face, to run her hands over his soft cheeks and see those eyes she had been dreaming of for months. She wanted to kiss him again, despite the guilt she felt for telling him she loved him.

He didn't deserve it, not at that point. She should have waited for the perfect moment, and it gnawed at her soul.

And the tears ran fast.

"I had the kid," Thell sobbed. "We were together in this place and we almost got out but I lost him. I went back to l-look for him and they grabbed me out of nowhere." She hung her head, letting her scalp rest against the Beskar chest plates.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye. I-I'm so sorry, Din. I-"

"Hold on, tell me on the ship."

He wasted no time in scooping her into his arms, holding her tight with one arm slung under her back. Even seeing the ship again calmed her soul, even though she knew Grogu wouldn't be on it. She would be looking for him everywhere on the ship: his seat, his own bed, the bundle of her blankets that lay on the floor. Her heart ached with sorrow as soon as she thought about him.

Her hand was clutching tight to Din's arm, so hard she thought she might break it. But he walked with her steadily, up the ramp and helping her into the sleeping pod.

"I'll be right back," he said before disappearing up into the cockpit.

Thell nestled her nose against the blankets in Din's bed, the ones that were thrown around haphazardly. How was Din, really? Had he fought sleep every night because he knew they weren't there with him? The thoughts wracked her brain, and she sobbed in agony against the blankets.

Din was by her side in moments, hoisting himself up into the bed beside her and gathering her in his arms. As soon as she felt him, Thell flinched, actually remembering that he was truly there and she wasn't just imagining it.

"Thell, stop," Din said softly.

She hadn't realized why he had said it until she raised her head, and realized she had been pushing him away from her, with more force than she had meant.

"I..." Thell started, shaking her head. "I'm sorry..."

She was still clutching his arm tight and suddenly released, causing him to look down at her.

"What happened to you? You're shaking like crazy... and Dank Farrik, you look as pale as a ghost, Thell."

Thell trembled, turning her face away. "I was s-so scared, Din."

"You're safe," he replied, holding her head. "I won't hurt you."

Thell's lip trembled. "But... they did! They did hurt me!"

Even in her state, she noticed the way he went rigid. He was staring down at her through the visor, one hand supporting her neck.

"Where?" He asked, but it didn't sound like the Din she knew. He sounded angry, even with just one word.

Thell inhaled shakily, swallowing as she peeled back the blanket.

"Here," she said softly, pointing to the injuries on her arms. She showed him the dried blood on her scalp where she had been knocked out by the butt of a blaster, and told him of the marks and remnants of the electrocution rod on her thigh. Along with that were a mixture of yellowed bruises along her arms and legs.

He seemed to space out, staying silent for a long time after she told him.

"I..." she started, gripping his hand. "I was trying to protect Grogu." She sobbed again, eyes squeezing shut and digging her forehead into his knee. "I-I tried to get to him, I did," she sobbed. "I couldn't-"

"Thell," Din said, somewhat sternly to make her look at him. "It's okay."

Her lip trembled. "B-but... Grogu. I-I turned around and he was gone... I left him there, all by himself."

"We'll get him back."

"How?"

Din paused. "... I'll figure something out."

Thell shook, shaking her head, until she felt Din's hand reach out to her face.

"Let me help you, kar'ta."

It warmed her immensely to hear the nickname, the one still unknown to her. So Thell obliged, sitting up in the cot while Din gathered the precise medical supplies. He sat down in front of her hanging legs, just even with her sternum so he could look up at her.

"M-my leg," Thell said softly, touching the fabric across her thigh. She had always been modest, never showing too much of her skin unless she needed to. And in the case of Din, and only ever having seen his hands, she felt nervous. But like he always did, he seemed to sense her anxiety, moving to squeeze her knee gently.

"This isn't anything it doesn't need to be," he said. Thell blinked back at him, mulling over his words and the gentle grip on her knee.

"O-okay," she breathed.

He had just raised his fingers above her leg when Thell flinched, catching movement from the corner of her eye. Din sensed it too, shooting to his feet with his hand resting on his blaster.

It was the young woman who Thell had been with earlier, standing at the curved opening of the cargo hold. Her eyes skimmed back and forth between them, trying to send an unknown message.

Thell put her hand on Din's arm. "It's okay. She's the one who's been taking care of me."

"What does she want?"

"... I don't know."

The woman stepped closer so she could start speaking to them, and Din was watching her carefully, back held straight.

"She says we can stay in the houses for as long as we need, while you recover."

Thell's brow twiched. "How do you know that?"

"The helmet, it... It translated it for me." He turned back to her. "I need to see if I can find where you were kept. This would give me a chance to... if we stayed."

Thell blinked, amazed by his courage. She could never imagine going back in a place like that.

"Yeah... okay." When Din turned around to speak to the woman, Thell gripped his arm.

"I... I want to stay with you. In the same house, I..." Thell shuddered, pushing her hair behind her ear. "I need to be close to you."

Din turned to face her fully, clad in the armor she had missed so much, not missing the gentle way he leaned down, cupping her face between his gloved hands.

"I'm not leaving you... not again."

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miaqc1 · 5 months ago

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Cyrus and the return of Saturos and Menardi (2908 words) by MiaQc Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Golden Sun, Stargate [TV & Movie Franchise], Stargate TV Series, Fighting Fantasy - Steve Jackson & Ian Livingstone (Roleplaying Game), Space Assassin (Roleplaying Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ivan & Robin | Isaac (Golden Sun), Gerald | Garet & Robin | Isaac (Golden Sun), Mary | Mia & Robin | Isaac (Golden Sun), Gerald | Garet & Ivan & Mary | Mia & Robin | Isaac (Golden Sun), Garcia | Felix & Sheba (Golden Sun), Garcia | Felix & Picard | Piers (Golden Sun), Garcia | Felix & Jasmine | Jenna & Picard | Piers & Sheba (Golden Sun), Garcia | Felix & Jasmine | Jenna (Golden Sun), Original Female Character(s) & Original Female Character(s), Gerald | Garet (Golden Sun)/Original Female Character(s), Alex (Golden Sun)/Original Female Character(s), Saturos (Golden Sun)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Mary | Mia [Golden Sun], Robin | Isaac, Garcia | Felix, Jasmine | Jenna, Picard | Piers, Sheba (Golden Sun), Ivan (Golden Sun), Alex (Golden Sun), Gerald | Garet, Original Female Character(s), Mya (OC), Corona (OC), Saturos (Golden Sun), Menardi [Golden Sun], Cyrus (Space Assassin), Esther (OC) Additional Tags: sequel, Science Fiction, Stargate - Freeform, Fantasy, Mad Scientists, Fighting Fantasy References, Magic, Mary Sue, Self-Insert, Juvenilia, Friendship, Happy Ending, Dialogue Heavy, Screenplay/Script Format, Action/Adventure, Battle, Fights, Mya is OP, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, Corona is Mya and Garet Daughter, Early Work, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Temporary Character Death, Spacesuits, POV Third Person Limited, Wordcount: Over 1.000, Rare Fandoms, author is autistic, Cross-Posted from AO3, Betaed - No Series: Part 6 of All Adept Mya Summary:

A Golden Sun fanfic I wrote in 2004 as a teenager on the Golden Sun Bazar French site under the pseudonym Water Seer. I was able to recover it thanks to Wayback Machine. A story where there's an obvious Self-Insert and Mary Sue in the character of Mya.

Months after Ivan, Sheba and Corona's quest against the Wind Sorcerer, Saturos and Menardi are back from the dead thanks to Cyrus, an evil tyrant. Mya, Corona, Garet and Piers must stop him after taking the Stargate.

#golden sun #fanfic #squidgeworld #squidgeworld archive #cross posted #crossposting #creative writing #writing #squidge.org #fanfiction #ocs #original characters #stargate #fighting fantasy #I wrote that WAY before Covid existed #Because I wouldn't not have named a OC after the virus #space assassin #squidgeworld.org

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midnightwaters65 · 5 years ago

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Coronavirus

Genre: Oneshot

Summary: Your stuck in the house with Jungkook and soon you'll end up alone....

Word count: Confession😆 Including the mistakes. Editing on here is difficult.😅

His parents are my OCs.

Authors Note: Do you guys want me to make a kinemaster? If so please leave a like and comment to watch this instead. This whole story is a teaser😆💜

"Welcome! Welcome"! Your mom invited her friends inside the house. My dad and I helped the suitcase my mom put on the porch for us too pull up in the living room.

This was a bad time of world going through a terrible time called the Coronavirus. They pulled hundreds of students put of their schools. News, commercials, Ads, tells us too stay home and wash our hands.

My mom knocked my room door to tell me a couple and their one son was spending a night a couple of says. Friends from South Korea was coming too vist for a new home and Job at [Your State/Town]. The airport was closed.....this was good. I jogged to see if their were more luggages and that was it. I watched a scene outside of my mom friend says [Your/moms/name]. Hugging her in a tight hug.

"Awe! I'm so happy your staying here", My mom shrieks. "But oooo I'm so sorry you can't go home for the moment". I herd my dads loud trunk van shut tightly. My dad and the womans husband already had passed me. My mom did tell me she had a son. (😳)

There was a boy that was my age. He had a unique name because I've never heard of that name before.....right now. I just forgot everything existed.

"Helllo! Y/n"!

My heart gaped. I sucked in my stomach trying not too make a scene of making a mistake in front of a cute boy.

"This is my bestfriend Seo-Yun! We used to work together at the same job", Shes says rejoiced hugging her against her side. Seo-Yun smokes just excited as her. "Yes! Your mother is just the best! Without your mom I would have NOT know where too go. Gosh! We already spend way too much money on these hotels -".

I laugh at these moments. When a person talks to you , telling how your feeling but goes on how their day has been.

I giggled, we all do that when your happy.

"Oh! Jungkook! [Y/m] you've met my son", Seo-Yun says proudly.

I stayed on the porch watching how he reacts, listens,.....talks. I couldn't smiled but fighting back a smile. I was excited.

I pretend I was cool and my anxiety got the best of me. When his mom was introducing him to my mom. He popped off his headphones and quickly wrapping around his iPhone leaving it in one hand to shaking hands with her with his free hand. I didn't see him smile because he was wearing a black colored facemask. From protecting him. I was sighing. He looks good for being careful. The corner of his eyes curves to show that he was smiling. He kept looking down when my mom was embarrassing him with the 'good looking' comments. I couldn't think of anything else but actually agreeing with her. She was doing me a favor.

"Yes! The handsome devil Jeon Jungkook"!

He looks at her and chuckles down saying , "Its nice too meet you".

I looked away at the moment to smile behind me. They were on the sidewalk not close nor to far. But hearing him speak, he was as shy as I was.

" Yes Jeongguk here keeps growing and growing and growing! It took him a very long time too agree too come here. He shy at times but when he really gets too know you ; I ask him how he gotten so confident! Such a talented boy! His voice- oh gosh I heard they have a karaoke here! Such beautiful voice"-. While the time his mother kept on going, he was looking away like he wasn't there. He zoomed out NOT to be in this conversation anymore. I was happy! After the whole month of suffering on schools work on the internet. This was entertaining than ANY youtube vidoe.

"Oh gosh! Please let's go in! Let's go in", My mom interrupted. But not on purpose. The weather was nasty. The mist began to feel humid. Tiny drips of water began to fall on the car windows for proof it's about to start raining. Before my mother turned around I quickly ran back inside so they wouldn't see me eavesdropping. Like it would've mattered. I jogged in the kitchen for some water. My dad and Seo-Yun husband was talking about jobs and the risk of the Coronavirus.

" Y/n", My mother calls me in the living room. I was nervous. Like this was a life or death situation. I looked at my clothes and felt a confident of my choice of style today. Wasn't a flirty vibe but it was casual. I checked my teeth in my reflection on the cleaned stove and slap lightly my cheeks too be ready. My dad and his new friend left the kitchen early too meet Seo-Yun.

As I was walking, my heart was speeding. I was actually going to be in a room with a cute boy who's not just visiting- STAYING here for more than two nights. And hes talented!

I acted like how I normally walked in my living room and saw Jungkook sitting on the couch. Going through his phone like any teenager would. My chance of catching of his attention wasn't impossible. It's the fact HOW would I?

"I want you too meet Jungkook", My mom says forwards too me. With a secret wink. I blushed , only because she knows theres a boy in the house and normally I don't....act cool around boys. "He's shy! Say hi too him"!

I frowned at my mom not to do this. SEO-Yun energy felt like she KNEW. And she was okay with it.

"Ya! Jeongguk", His mom calls out.

He snapped his phone off and stands up. My legs almost began too wobble when I couldn't stand. He looked like those eboy tik toker but way better. Way hotter. Does he do Tik Tok? He become famous! His mask wasnt fully off but under his chin.

His smiles at me reaching for my hand. I was going to shake his hand. I wanted to shake his hand. I commanded to shake his hand. But I was looking down at it. Puzzle must've been on my face because I was staring at it!!! STILL. NOT. MOVING.

For a minute he pulled his hand away nervously and just gave me a hesitant nod.

I quickly received it and started shaking.

I began to smile and laugh. Scratching the back of my head after pulling my hand away.

"Its very nice to meet you! I'm ugh- I'm [Y/n]"!

He looks behind me and our mothers must've been watching us. His face was speaking to his mom like he needed permission to speak too me. But he looked back to me and acted everything was fine.

"Hi. Nice too meet you". He bows. Than clears his throat looking away.

I just watched him. A blush after he bowed. I know he was being polite but I didn't know what to say to that. I herd my mom speak behind me , I had too look away too. This tense tension was getting on my nervous. Only because I wasn't confident than I thought I had. I wasn't popular in school. But I had enough friends that I've never rarely felt cautious how I reacted with. Just seeing him...I was wondering what he must be thinking. Going spend a night in a stranger's house? I would be homesick with a fit!

"Jungkook! You must see your room"-.

Let's just say dinner time came. After what happend in the living room was worse! Going to school , obviously I don't speak to my crushes. So it's easy to say to make a move. Become close with them. To actually do it. I called [ Bestfriend ]! And when it comes to times like this, they never help! I'm always that to come down. I get off the phone with my friend, turn off the music and use the bathroom. Watching Jeongguk leave the room as late as I was. Butterflies in my stomach turned into cramps. I finally walked down the stairs. Yawning. The smell was nice and it was turkey. Looking on the table - dame! There was more than turkey! It was a feast! A table that made it look like Thanksgiving! All the adults were talking. There was Jungkook sitting at the end of the table next to his dad. He had headphones on and he looked down every 5seconds to look on his phone.

Silly me! I was on my phone all day. It needed to be charged. My mom did call me to come downstairs a couple times but since she was talking to her bestfriend she didnt see a long time. I wasn't notice at the table. Cause of my anxiety, that never bothers me. For boring 5mins I was hearing my parents conversation separate and togther about how, why and when. Time to time my eyes watched Jungkook like a stalker. He just was being himself. Eating looking through his phone. Not paying attention too anything else. When he decide to look up, he didn't watch me. He was looking at his own dad who was now speaking proudly of him.

"Jungkook here been doing all kinds of things. Choir, call kawtaedo, dancing, his friends say hes good at insterments. He's been joining a lot of clubs"!

Jungkook took a earbud off and smiled shyly. He looked straight at him and says something I didn't understand in his language. "Couldn't do it without my parents support", He says korean. It sounded sweet. Jungkook mom messes her his hair. "Hes good at english but hes justbreally shy. I'm sad I have too put him in a middle of moving but we're still deciding".

So my MOM tested it. She asked him his school, who's his friends , what he liked for a hobby in english. I felt embarrassed...I kept my cool and smiled too myself how my mom is crazy. Honestly this was the only time I wish I could trade places in moments like these in life. His english was good. They weren't settled but they were better than what I could learn in [your struggle language class]. I liked what I was hearing. "Yes. It would be sad too love. I have 6 bestfriends waiting for me at home. We don't always join the same thing but we met after I auditioned for bighit. I still didn't get a call", He says softly. His voice wasn't too deep, or high, but it sounded calm and careful. I smiled. I couldn't look at him, he would have my attention 24/7 and I wouldn't hear a thing. My ears because too rang because goosebumps came to my arms. I felt cold...

"Yes. His friends also went in but no one has results because of this virus. Gosh! You have too hear him sing"!

His dad was all for it too. But Jungkook shook his head , waving his hands shyly no.

"Not today, not today! I'm p- pretty tired".

Every 'awe' at the table. I chuckled shaking my head. Bummer. "Y/n, after your done eating pull out my purse from the car please, I left it in there by accident", My mom says. I murmured, eating mash potatoes. "Okay".

I wiped my mouth with a napkin and decide to go get it anyways. My mom went back upstairs to use the bathroom.

Seo-Yun picked up her dish too grab more food on the big counter. I was beginning to head to the door. Grabbing the keys beside the microwave. "Jeongguk! Go out with her! I left my phone in there".

I froze with my hand on the door knob. I herd his "okay" from the kitchen. Should I wait for him? Should I leave? I caught his shadow put away his dish too. Coming closer, I started - running out the door and quickly opening the cars lock. I saw my moms purse in the back seat and I finally see him catching up. "Hey", He calls out for me. I pretend I was in my own world who finally herd him. "My mom left her phone", His eyes scammed for it. I searched for it too. I found it.

"Its on the front seat", I say jumping inside the car , grabbing onto it. When Jungkook received it from me, he smiles. "Thank you". Bowing. I thought this was the perfect time to say something! "You don't have too do that"! He was turning around too leave but he stopped looking at me puzzled. "Bow. I mean. You just. Seemed. Um. Tense". Maybe it wasn't.

"Oh", He smiles shyly again.

I nodded in an awkward silence. Than I use the not flirtous line. "If you need anything just ask me. If it goes by serious go by my parents".

He nods. "Thanks". He slowly finds his way to walk away. Finally for both of our sales he did.

I looked away , not looking back at him until he went back inside the house. He was wearing crops as shoes. In a random unmeaning thought , I didn't wear crops.

After my job was done. I went into my bedroom and stared at my door. No one was answering my calls and youtube wasn't distracting me. I was staring at my door. Didn't know if I showed cry or I should start giggling like a maniac.

He likes music.... I looked at my guitar. Walking closer to it, I started fiddling with it. I didn't know how to use it. My mom bought it for me because the school finally made a guitar class. Which I didn't get to start because it was my second quarter.I closed my eyes and started imagine if Jungkook suddenly appear and wanting to help me. I felt dum at the moment because that would've been a good question. "What music do you like"?

I started too sing my favorite song while fiddling a string to a tune. I sang it in different tones, giving myself a little credit at it. My ipad dinged. That was my homework..... I woke up at 2:00am wanting to pee. A silent voice came in front of me....

This was Jungkooks room. Right in front of MINE. His parents was next door. So was mine. Their rooms were for guests and we normally used them for random junk that we had too clean all day until they came the next. I watched the door. Blocking a sweet voice from the other side. But I couldn't stay longer, I had to pee. Than inward fully awake! I gasp , "Oh"!

He had open his door! He didn't notice me when he was leaving his room until I gasped. "Sorry", I said. He looked up at me and his wide eyes showed me he was startled too. "Sorry", He says in the same time. We both gave a nervous laugh. "So..need too pee", I asked. Like somehow that was a normal question! He nodded. "Someone was in there so I waited", He says pointing to a now empty bathroom.

I nodded dum founded. "Oo..well it's all yours! I needed some- um I need water"! I smiled widely. His look of convinced, did not give me strength. He stares at me like he wanted to say something but it wasnt his place to say. So instead I walked away. This was my first time holding it in when I wasn't the only woman in the house. -.-

Instead of grabbing water. I grabbed milk to try for a theory. I waited 3mins and Instill didn't hear the door open. I knew that because that's how long I left my milk-.

"Great! Its hot!", I groaned annoyed. I couldn't touch it. I hover my hand to feel the heat against my skin. My hearts poped. I hear someone coming. I closed the microwave. It was dark in the kitchen and the living room. Because of the night lights. I saw a figure coming by. "Jungkook"? I said blinking. First I assume he thought he looked other places until he finally noticed I wasn't sitting I was standing. He gave me a smile.

I was now puzzled.

"Its all yours", He says. He waved me a goodnight and walked away.

I looked back the microwave with a milk inside.....I wish I could fit in the microwave........

~●Next Morning●~

I was wearing blue sweatpants and a black hoodie. It wasn't looking but it was definitely not bad for him too see me on this. Styles, I didn't usually have favorites or diffrent actually. I never tried to impress a boy before. I sighed.

Opening my room door, Jungkook was coming from the the bathroom. He was off his phone. He was wearing a white tshirt with black pajama pants only. His hair was messing and his eyes seem droopy. He didn't notice me at all until I said "Goodmorning". He stopped and looked at me and says " Goodmorning ".

"Did you enjoy your sleep", I asked shyly.

He smiles nicely and starts to stretch. "Yes. Well. Kinda of. I was awake all night".

I laughed. "Me too! I was messing with my guitar", I lied. I was definitely not thinking of dum ways to die of an embarrassment.

He starts rubbing his eyes. "Oh", all he says. I smiled watching him. I wasn't a morning person either. He went back in his room. That's a sigh not to be seen again.

I stayed in my room too. Hearing two couples talking loudly upstairs. It was too the point I was walking back and fourth in my room to firgue out ways too get ways of him inside MY room. "What do you think Timmy", I asked my pink rabbit. "Should I make my move"? I pulled my stuffed pink bunny of my desk , pointing a ruler at it.

"Wait! Stop there Timmy! I think I know where your plan was going". I toss the ruler and at least put some socks on. My plan was to knock on his door.... he needs a friend? No ones telling me not to be.

I was here... 7 seconds I was here. Going to knock. I will knock. Yes I'm ready! What will a whore do? Was that even the right thing to ask? "She will knock"..... I thought shamelessly. I instead close a door. My door. "Timmy", I say slipping down on the floor. "Your fired".

Afternoon came by and I was playing the piano. I was thinking hundreds of way of an excuse to eat my room but I could lie and eat after they all fall asleep. I'll be hungry until than. I shook my head fiddling with the guitar again. "Mmm m mmm", I sang. A knock came from the door.

"Hey! Come down the dinners ready", My moms voice calls out for me.

I yawned out stretching, "I'll be there! I'm doing homework"! I scratch my head and put my sheets away. I stood up , wearing a white tshirt but I pull my black hoodie on top. Putting my hair in a messy bun, leaving the door.

~After Dinner~

"We should do karaoke", My mom says.

I choked on my water but still swallowed. It seems to catch Jungkook reaction too. The dinner was same as yesterday but the food was less. And the main meal was chicken. We were going to put away the plates but my mom made announcement "My husband found a karaoke box in our closet! Oh come on! It'll be much fun"!

I looked at Junkook who still didn't say anything but stare at her. Than we both looked at his mom. "Oh! That would be so much for Jeongguk"!

I smirked. This was fantastic! I can here what he's hiding! If he can sing, I would have something for him to sing me about while I'll help him with my -. "Don't worry Jungkook! You can sing any song you like", My mom says, "When we'll let Y/n tune anything she likes on her guitar I bought her"!

"Oh", Jungkook laughs bashfully. When I finally gone mad!

"Who's playing tunes"?????

She comes up to me and kissed my forehead. "Well I want to hear him sing. Unlike you sometimes, he goes out there and does a lot! Because hes always out there and doing things, I dont want him to stop now. I wanna hear"! She helps grab my plate.

"But I still dont know how to play", I mumble. Seo-Yun laughed out loud. "Are you kidding! I passed by your door and you seem really good at it. Jungkook here can play anything once he puts his mind to it! He can help teach you"!

"Oh! That would be nice", My mom says to her. They finally left with the living room with the men fixing the karaoke machine. I looked at Junkook who blinked the same time as I did.

My small desperate for Jungkook attention annoyed me a little when all I hear how he was better than me. I did things too! My parents even talk about me [ your past activities]. I scratched my head. I just didnt to much as he did. Did I?

"What was that one song we used to love to sing togther! Remember our works meeting at a restaurant!? They had a dance floor there", Seo-yun claps excitedly.

My mom kept slapping her thighs while laughing. "Oh gosh! Yes! Honey! Put it on"!

My dad grabbed the TV remote and clicked in the letters. Jungkook was on afar side of the couch smiling taking a sip of his coke can. Our dads were between us. Our moms was the first to be singing together.

🎙So tell me what you want. What you really really want🎙

🎙I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah🎙

I..was...dead....

"Mommy", I muffled in my couches pillow. I was looking away, laughing with the others. I felt as I'd this would never ended until they did. I closed my eyes clapping for them. "Perfect...that was...great".

They bowed down at their beautiful ✌singing ✌ and sat down on the couch. It was our dads turn but Seo-Yun gave it to Jungkook. He hesitated to stand. My own mom attacked me!

"Think fast", She says tossing me a mic. Luckily I did but confused.

"What's going on here"?

"Its your kids turn", She says ploping next to dad. I still didn't move but watch Jungkook, confidently walk up chosing a song. I felt my dad nudging me but I still didn't want to go. "Chose a song Y/n! Go help him"!

I whined standing up. Why does it always have to be me! I gazed at him closer and he was still finding a song. I watched how calmly he was acting. Rubbing his one eye to watch closer of the titles on the screen. He finally looks at me and I looked down at my mic. We never really done this before. It was nice to hold a mic like this.

Music was all I ever listen to but singing it for fun than random was strange to me.

I think it was because I get to sing with a cute boy. "Do you want to chose", He asks me. He hands me the remote. I was refusing not to but it tell me it was okay too. I didn't have a thought on my mind. Whatever song I was tuning into my room I was shy about it. So I played eeny, meeny, miny, moe in my head.

"Would you know this song", I asked.

He smiles and nodded. I smiled too.

🎙We don't talk anymore. We don't talk anymore. We don't talk anymore, like we used to🎙 ~ Jungkook.

🎙I just heard you found the one you've been looking. You've been looking for. I wish I would have known that wasn't me🎙 ~ Me.

🎙Don't wanna know. What kind of dress you're wearing tonight. If he's holding onto you so tight. The way I did before🎙~ Us

I almost lost my concentration. Hearing him sing, I felt cold when it was my turn. My voice was shaky because I was nervous. I even had to clear my voice between lines so I wouldn't have to mess up but I already missed a letter or forgot it was my turn. It was a bad idea to partner us togther. Listening to his voice I wish I could've have recorded. I gazed at him a couple of times too see how serious he looked. And that's how I felt when I was alone.

🎙Ooh, it's such a shame. That we don't talk anymore🎙~ Us.

Once it was finished. Our parents applause to us. I smiled widely. Laughing at finishing score. It was actually good. I was glad.

"You did really good", I told Jungkook proudly. I reach to pat his shoulder. Giving him my smile , he smiled back at me. He was. Already looking at me with curiosity eyes. "You did amazing", He says with a thumbs up.

I bit my lip. "Thanks". He laughs along with me. "Your really amazing", He tells me. I gave him suspicion look. "Thanks", I still said. "I really want to hear your solo..."

He shook his head. Using his index finger for a "🤫" he does with a smile. I nodded giving "👌okay" sigh.

Our parents were getting drunk...they were drinking alcohol during dinner. Now beer during taking turns with eachother. Jungkook sang with his dad even. I wasn't paying attention because my mom passed out on the couch. I started to slap her cheek gently saying bedtime. No. Still not there. "Jungkook", The only name I called for. He was staring at his own dad crawling into other couch sleeping.

"What now", I shrugged. He scratch his head annoyed and grunted slyly. "Any blankets"?

I sighed. I finally snap my fingers. "Yes", I answered. I head upstairs to a closet.

We grabbed totally four for all of them. Jungkook and I end up cleaning and putting away the karaoke machine. I turned off the kitchen lights. "Okay! Time for bed", I say going upstairs. "You coming"?

He sets the living room light off. "Yep". He started to catch up with me.

"I love your voice", I said to him before he left inside his room.

He smiles scratching the back of his head. "Thank you. You were really good to. I can tell you were nervous. I hear you singing sometimes".

I hesitated to say anything ruien the moment I was feeling. He looked back inside his room to show he was tired but he was also being polite.

"Oh", All I said. I nodded at him. "Goodnight". He smiles at me closing the door. I scratched my head. Biting my lip. Closing my door next. Wait! Did I say thank you?

~●Next Morning●~

Taking a decent show last night, I felt comfortable but woke up to early. I checked the time and saw it was 10am. I wanted to sleep more but my dreams became werid even I couldn't remember what happened. I decide to use the restroom. After brushing my teeth, I step out to see Jungkook going downstairs. When I took a show I saw my mom going in her room last night. I wasn't sure about the others.

Walking into the living room, no one was there. That answered my question. I herd cabinets closed. I walked into the kitchen to find him alone. He spotted me. Looking relived.

"Morning", Hes shy voice says. "Do you have cereal"?

Cereal would usually wouldn't be in any cabinets. Looking through again for his benefit. There wasn't.

"No...Do you want me to make you breakfast"?

He looked at me surprise. "You can cook"?I nodded smiling. "Yes! Let me cook for you". I started getting supplies out. He watches me but he interrupts me cracking an egg.

"Can I help", He asked. I shrugged. "I wasn't hoping you would ask". (😅)

We cooked togther silently. I was cooking the the mixes in the pan while he chopped up the veggies. When his part was done. He stares at my cooking admiring. I did a flip or two and almost failed. This was my first time making him laugh. He...was dreamy. I thought I was imagining it.

"Yes"! I slipped an omelet on his plate. He looked so excited his eyes widen. "Wow! Amazing"! He smiles wider. I even started giggling how excited he looked proud at me. "All yours", I told him.

He gives me a bow sitting down. And his hands pressed together. I smiled putting the pan away. He prays. That was the greatest sigh! I hurriedly rush across the table to eat my breakfast. My creation was appreciated! We started digging after a small prayer.

"What can you cook", I asked him. He started thinking. "Mmm". He swallows. "I cook whatever I put my mind to it. Usually only scramble eggs. What you made is really good and.... impressive".

I scrunch my face at him and told him stories about my cooking. He responded with his own stories I was actually satisfied hearing about it. He started teasing me about how clumsy I was dropping the omelet on the pan. I started blushing. This was a first moment I ever felt with a boy.

"I hear them coming", I said drying the last dish he gave me. I started putting other omelets for the adults in the house. One by one came down and sat in the chair smelling breakfast.

"Awe! Honey. You beat me to it! You made my favorite"! She kissed my forehead. I smiled. "No problem. Going upstairs. Enjoy you guys".

I started to realize Jungkook was going upstairs too. Alone in the living room, I waited until he was done talking to his parents. He steps in seeing me wait for him. His reaction was no different from mine. What can I say now? Instead he said something instead of me.

"You have any instruments"?

We were in my room! I have a boy in my room! I have a cute ass guy in my BEDROOM! He was looking around. Seeing [Your room]. My heart started speeding.

"Interesting", He says. He finally pointed. "You did say you play guitar". He smiles at me. I just stood there beside the open door. What would I say if our parents by the door? Would we be in trouble?

"Y... yes! I've only known a few tunes. You can touch it! If...you want". I walked more closer to him. He still looked at me for permission, I tada it and sat down on my bed. He sat in a chair , tuning with it. But once he played. I saw guitar notes started dancing circle around the room. I started clapping after he finshed. "I'm still learning", He says chuckling.

"Wow. You have a way with learning", I said with lightly. He glance at me. He looked at me funny. I coughed chaging back to my regular voice. "You know! Because you seem okay". He keeps that look on his face that was killing me. "Okay? Than show me your moves".

Oof. I blinked , taking the guitar in my arms.

I sat in front of him. Playing the guitar in while I made him sing during the melody. He stopped and rolled his tounge during his mistake. I rolled my eyes. "Keep going", I encouraged him. "That was beautiful".

He looks up at me. I didn't notice how our face was almost close to eachother once I decided to lean down and patted his shoulder. He was staring at me like he was staring at the omelet I made this morning. I blushed, my hands feeling him come closer to my face....he was going to kiss me!

The whole story wasn't big enough to enter.💔 Its up to you guys wanting to turn this into kinemaster or second part on Tumblr!💜

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!

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lokishivaze · 1 year ago

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My DeviantArt days were full of learning from negative and positive events.

I wish to clear the air for some of the negatives.

There are still fandoms that I am well-connected in today and I wouldn't trade any of those for the digital realm!

The Anime and Video Game fandoms where I know people in real life from as well as on DA, Instagram and such.

The Is It Love? fandom is the fandom where I met a bestie of mine, Victoria. It was via the IIL RP. I love and care about her to pieces.

I am still alive and on DeviantArt. I'm more active on other platforms. It has been quite the learning experience for me.

#rant #vent

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